Darkvision (2 page)

The Celestial Nadir was an artificial demiplane created by the original Imaskari Empire. It could be accessed only from certain locations, and only if one possessed a keystone. All the keystones were thought to be lost.

Then, just a short year ago, a surviving keystone was given into her keeping by its former custodian in the Forest of Lethyr. She wasn’t sure if the previous guardian knew or understood the keystone’s significance, or Ususi’s heritage. She’d assumed the Nentyarch of Yeshelmaar had not known. On the other hand, the Nentyarch was a wise elf, and perhaps had understood what the gift meant to Ususi. Certainly no other person could have used the keystone better than she—at least no other person in a position to investigate the Nadir.

Ususi set down the cup. She plucked the keystone from its chain around her neck and gazed into its amethyst depths. The keystone was critical to opening the Mucklestones. More than that, it could open any portal created by the Imaskari to gain entry into the Celestial Nadir. With the stone’s aid, she might well discover all of the famed twenty gates.

Each gate led into the Celestial Nadir, but each gate opened onto a different portion of that primeval space. So far, she had found only a single entry into the Celestial Nadir—the Mucklestones—and she had already plumbed those depths. Nineteen more gates to go.

The Mucklestone Gate opened onto great voids of cool darkness. Narrow, unsupported stone roads wound through that void. The paths sometimes connected enigmatic islands of stone, collections of debris, free-floating lakes, and stranger detritus of a vanished time. Most of the paths led to innocuous or crumbled ruins.

Unfortunately, her exploration revealed the Mucklestones opened onto an unimportant edge of the Celestial Nadir, far from the core that would shelter important Imaskaran relics. She was certain that other paths, closer to the core of the Celestial Nadir, would lead to secrets of fabulous power. Such as one or more of the fabled Imaskarcana.

While walking the paths of the Celestial Nadir connecting to the Mucklestones, she’d found nodes of translucent, purplish crystal. They formed almost like natural geodes within the artificial demiplane; they were manifestations of the Celestial Nadir itself. Her keystone was carved from the very same crystal, which could be found only in the Celestial Nadir.

She recalled again her surprise upon seeing raw Celestial Nadir crystal trading across the gem counters in the city of Two Stars.

She pulled from her purse a chunk of rough crystal whose hue matched that of the keystone, though unfinished. When she’d seen it in the gem shop in Two Stars, purely by accident, she’d purchased it immediately. According to the shop owner, the gem went by the ungainly name “Datharathi crystal.” A small lot of it had come up from the far south, from somewhere in the Durpar region.

Her discovery of the fragment was the final impetus she’d required to continue her quest. The fragment was clear evidence that at least one other of the twenty gates, besides the Mucklestones, still operated. Moreover, someone was entering the Celestial Nadir and mining its substance for profit! Celestial Nadir crystal was a natural sediment of the artificial plane her ancestors had created, and could be found nowhere else.

But… here was something odd. Both the rough Celestial Nadir crystal and her keystone seemed… murky. Usually, she could see right through the crystal, but tendrils of darkness seemed to cloud the center of both pieces—only very slightly in her keystone, but noticeably in the raw chunk of Celestial Nadir crystal. It reminded her suddenly and uncomfortably of her nightmare.

“Bastard dream,” she murmured. “You’d better not be responsible, or …” Or what, she didn’t know, but her blood was hot with anger. Far better, though, than the fear that sang through her when she’d woken. She was more familiar with emotions of anger and annoyance than fear and uncertainty. But more than anything else, she was tired. Fear and anger both fell away, leaving a dull ache. And truth be told, the creeping warmth on her face and hands galled her. The day before had been a long day of travel, and she’d gotten too much sun.

She usually sat on the exterior of the wagon, coach style, driving the horses from beneath a protective sunshade. The Giant’s Belt mountains rising to the left had drawn her gaze like a magnet. Beyond its towering peaks lay Raurin. Now a desert, the once fertile land had been ruled by Imaskar. Raurin was certain to be rich in ruins, but the desert sands were lethal. Her decision had been to first locate every portal she could outside Raurin. Despite her resolve, the barrier peaks still captured her imagination, and in her day-dreamy contemplation of what lay beyond, she failed to stay safely in the shade. The sun was something those of Deep Imaskar had forgotten. A sunburn was an affliction she had packed no balm or magical ointment to soothe.

Ususi finished the tea. She stood, rinsed her utensils with water from a hanging jug, and put everything back in its place. Morning’s light was close enough. She might as well get a start on the day since sleep had left her behind.

Dawn chased away the night’s obscuring haze. Morning’s first light found Ususi standing outside her coach, putting together her expeditioner’s pack. Ususi’s great-jacket was cinched by a service belt to which were strapped all manner of needed things, including six leather scroll cases, three on each hip, written with utilitarian magic. The keystone dangled on its chain around her neck, and a slender leather satchel hung at her side, holding her purse filled with personal oddments, including the Celestial Nadir crystal from Two Stars. About her head revolved a free-floating delver’s orb of her own design—a tiny piece of white granite wrapped in silvery wire.

The expeditioner’s pack lay at Ususi’s feet. It paid to be prepared when entering an unknown ruin for the first time.

Extra food, slender tools for jiggling old locks or deactivating traps, rope, water, lantern oil…. The pack, with all its pockets and storage straps, was like her travel coach in miniature. She hefted it, estimating its weight. It would be a burden to her, but not to her uskura.

She whistled, and an unseen presence ruffled her hair as it moved past.

“Carry this,” Ususi said. Obediently, hidden hands lifted the pack and waited patiently for further instruction.

Back in Deep Imaskar, nearly every citizen could craft or purchase a minor uskura to act as a general, all-purpose bearer of burdens, opener of doors, and retriever of objects. For a wizard of Ususi’s talent, an uskura was considered a necessity, though she’d gone long years without one since she’d left the refuge behind the Great Seal. That time was past. During her days of coach travel over the last year, she’d fashioned an invisible companion using the methods of her people. Each uskura was something like an enchantment and required a physical object to serve as its focus. Ususi had bound her uskura to her delver’s orb. As long as she had her delver’s orb, the uskura would never stray far.

Not unlike the simple, horselike entities she’d bonded to the travel coach’s yoke, she mused. She didn’t have the time, talent, or patience to see to the needs of actual living draft animals.

“Follow,” said Ususi. The wizard turned and set out for the jumble of ruins visible within the cluster of brown hills. The uskura obeyed.

The edge of the first knoll was less than a hundred yards from where she’d stopped the coach last night, though the ruins were probably a half mile farther. The mounting sun touched the hilltops with gold, giving the brown grass a luster it probably didn’t deserve. Many of the broad hills were crowned with dark slabs of stone, some standing lonely vigil, others clustered in small groups, and several fallen, as if lying exhausted from centuries of labor.

Ususi ascended the nearest hill. The grade was hardly noticeable—a lucky break. The rising sun and cloudless sky promised another overly warm day. She hoped the ruins would reveal structures with roofs, or perhaps subterranean pockets. She’d had enough sun for a while.

So far, so good—she saw no trails, animal or otherwise, among the hills. With even more luck, she might find the site undisturbed, though she knew that to be unlikely. In all the centuries since the outpost had been abandoned, numerous intrusions could have occurred. Looters were common, and were trained to expect ancient treasure in the bones of fallen civilizations. But no looter before her had a keystone.

She crowned the first hillock and looked down the gentle slope into a curved valley bounded by two adjacent ridges. Besides the occasional dolmen, scrub brush erupted from the earth in scattered dots. A warm breeze blew across the hilltop, and the scent of a jasmine reached the wizard’s nose.

There. A central dome of faded stone. Another outpost promised by the ancient map she kept safely in her travel coach. The outpost looked like a hill itself, or perhaps a large boulder exposed by years of erosion. It was bald, cratered, and home to a colony of opportunistic lichen. In the few places where the stone of the station was visible through the covering detritus, Ususi astutely noted the faintest purplish tinge.

The wizard hastened down the slope toward the structure, a smile ghosting across her lips. Still no evidence of any recent disturbances.

When she reached the dome, the illusion of its solidity broke. Great cracks meandered across its surface, and large holes gaped where portions of the wall had collapsed. What had been the entrance—two dolmens surmounted by a third to form an arch—was similarly collapsed, and the passage was filled with solid earth, the runoff of ages.

Since taking up her quest, Ususi had investigated twelve or so lost sites of the ancient Imaskari. While only the first had harbored one of the twenty gates, she was becoming something of an expert on the styles favored by her vanished ancestors. To Ususi’s eye, this dome promised a larger subterranean structure, if she could penetrate the stony cap.

She circled the dome once, slowly, taking note of every possibility. Every so often, she gave a quick glance at the tops of the surrounding hills. She’d run into few travelers and fewer tenants in this empty borderland between Veldorn and Estagund, but keeping a lookout was smart. The hilltops remained reassuringly clear of intruding silhouettes.

Ususi completed her circumnavigation of the structure. No paths or clear entrances presented themselves. On the other hand, several of the larger cracks revealed tufts of animal hair caught in rough edges. Evidence that beasts of the grassland used the cavity to shelter from the day’s heat, the night’s cold, or the rainy season’s torrential downpour. Or so she supposed.

The wizard debated calling on one of her many prepared spells, which, like obedient soldiers, waited patiently, even eagerly, to be called into existence. A brief existence, but long enough to enact a startling change upon the world of the real.

Better to exhaust mundane approaches first, Ususi decided. Each prepared spell represented an expenditure of time, and in some cases, expensive resources. She approached the largest fracture that split the dome. The morning sun rose from the other side, and the cavity was dark. She reached up and brushed her finger against her circling delver’s orb. Steady white light woke in the stone and poured forth in a concentrated, directed beam. The illumination shone in whatever direction she willed. Crouching down on elbows and knees, she wormed her way into the side of the dome.

No mud—Ususi was grateful for that. With the light of her orb, she easily crawled forward. The space remained wide enough, and she made her way into a large pocket, where she could stand.

A flurry of tiny wings sent her reaching involuntarily for a spell, even though Ususi had expected to disturb wildlife. The dome made a perfect place for the large southern bats to roost during the hot days. She was sorry to bother them. The sharp smell of guano was all they left behind.

The dome’s central feature was a five-sided obelisk of rough, puce-colored stone. The obelisk’s significance was enhanced by the elaborate symbology inscribed on every surface. Runes; pictograms; and depictions of idealized emperors, gods, and demons—typical images for the ancient Imaskari. The wizard had spent years learning the language of the ancients and automatically interpreted the meaning behind this elaborate facade: “Entrance restricted to authorized agents of the empire. Intruders will be punished by automatic safeguards. Expect no mercy.”

“Bring me my pack,” Ususi murmured, and the uskura silently offered her its burden. Ususi opened and rummaged through it.

“Here we go.” The wizard produced a lilac-tinged stone shard that was a little shorter than her hand in its diameter, and about the width of her thumb in thickness. The shard was a fragment of a larger, heavily inscribed tablet, though many symbols remained on the broken piece. Ususi checked the fragment, then started searching the obelisk for matching symbols. The tablet chip, which Ususi thought of as a reference list, was something she’d unearthed about six months earlier in a crumbling spire in southern Mulhorand. Since then, it had proved invaluable.

The wizard located the runes she sought, the ones matching those on her list. She pressed each one on the obelisk, hoping the order was correct.

The ground shuddered and the dust of centuries rained down from the ceiling. The inscribed runes she’d activated lit up with brilliant blue light. Ususi stepped back, poised to flee in case she’d guessed incorrectly. Another shudder accompanied a familiar grating sound of stone on stone, and the obelisk slowly slid upward. A hiss of equalizing air blew a spray of milky dust in all directions. When it settled, a smooth-sided shaft angling steeply into the earth was revealed. A narrow stairway was chiseled into the side of the shaft, descending in tight loops out of the reach of Ususi’s light. Demonic sculptures squatted at the head of the stair, one on each side of the shaft, their claws raised threateningly but immovably.

Ususi stood her ground for a hundred heartbeats, waiting to see if any summoned guardians or ancient counter-measures against intrusion would be deployed. Time trickled past and, as far as she could sense, her way remained clear. After another similar span of time, she stuffed the pale purple shard back into her pack, handed the pack to her uskura, and started down the newly revealed stairs.