Guild Wars: Ghosts of Ascalon (36 page)

Riona said quietly, “Dak’s map.” Dougal nodded. One of Savione’s missives had ended up in the old archives and from there fell into Dak’s hands.

But Dougal noted that, although Savione claimed disinterest in the matter, he still seemed to be very interested in some form of vengeance against the king.

“I doubt we can slay a dead king,” he said, “but we do seek one of his treasures. The weapon borne by the charr leader—an ungue set with gems. It is called the Claw of the Khan-Ur.”

Savione nodded. “I know of such a weapon. His Majesty stripped it from the corpse of the imperator who brought it here. For many years His Majesty prowled through the city, salvaging armor, weapons, and anything of value. He sealed it in the vault of the royal treasury.”

“So your ancient maps were correct,” said Riona.

“Mostly,” said Savione. “Most of the entrances to the palace itself were shattered in the Foefire, and those that survived have collapsed as the ruined buildings have settled. If you want to get to the royal vault, you would have to descend down the pit where the Heart of the Foefire lies.”

Dougal overlaid the image of the current ruins with what he had memorized from the map. Yes, if he lowered himself into that pit, he should be relatively close.

“Will you help us?” asked Dougal.

“I already have,” said the ghost. “And I think removing one of Adelbern’s prizes will vex him greatly. If you can discomfort him in the process, I would be much obliged. While I cannot send the king’s ghost to the Mists, I can still take some comfort in petty vengeance. Perhaps I can get him mad enough—” He would have said more, but Riona interrupted.

“He’s here,” said Riona, who had moved back from the tower’s entrance. She had dropped her voice to a whisper.

“What do you mean, ‘He’s here’?” asked Ember, matching her tone.

“I mean he’s here,” said Riona. “Adelbern. On the parapet right above us.” She pointed to the ceiling, and everyone looked up and listened. Dougal heard nothing.

“He usually remains on the North Wall or under the castle, in the catacombs,” said Savione. “What would he be doing above us?”

“How often do you get living visitors?” Dougal asked.

“Almost never,” Savione admitted.

“He must have heard his soldiers chasing us,” said Dougal. “He’s up there looking for us.”

A great voice that chilled Dougal to his bones rang out throughout the city.

“Guards!” bellowed King Adelbern. “I have found our invaders! Come to me, and we shall mete out our justice for their crimes!”

Responding to their king’s command, a roar went up among the soldiers outside.

“We don’t have much time,” Savione said. “You must flee.”

“I have a plan,” said Riona. “The Claw of the Khan-Ur is in the catacombs, right? And we can get to it from the Heart of the Foefire, correct?”

“And between us and it stand scores of angry ghosts,” said Ember. “I think we covered that part already.”

“So we can’t just walk up and grab it,” Riona said, “unless someone can draw the ghosts away while the rest of us find the Claw.”

“That would be me,” said Kranxx solemnly. The others looked at him.

“I’m serious,” he said, his eyes red-rimmed. “Brute force won’t solve this problem. I’m smarter than the three of you combined, and I have a pack filled with little distractions. And I have an idea of something I could do, something special.” He nodded at Dougal, but the human didn’t know what he meant.

Dougal protested, “Kranxx, we’ve lost one person already …”

Kranxx shook his oversized head. “I need to do this. For Gullik if for no one else. I cost him his life. I don’t plan on dying without giving him vengeance. He’d never forgive me if I didn’t.”

“You need someone to come with you,” Ember said. “Your will is strong but your legs are short.”

“Good idea,” said Riona, nodding. “Who could be a better distraction for this group of ghosts than a charr? Just the sight of you should send them into a frenzy.”

“I was thinking of you, actually,” Ember said. “You are the least important part of our team, the one we could best stand to lose.”

“Very well. I’ll go with Kranxx,” said Riona. “If Ember Doomforge is too much of a coward to stand up to a bunch of Ascalonian ghosts, then I’ll let her run off with her tail between her legs.”

“I am no coward, mouse!” Ember snarled down at Riona, and Dougal wondered if the charr might end the argument by tearing out Riona’s throat.

“Prove it! I’ve seen kittens less skittish than you.”

Ember grumbled at her. “Fine. If Kranxx is determined to play the decoy, then I will join him. I wouldn’t leave him with you, in any event.

“We’ll keep them occupied for as long as we can,” said Ember. “You just move like the wind. The longer we must keep them chasing us, the more likely they’ll catch us.”

Dougal held out his hand to Ember and then Kranxx, shaking with each one of them. “Thank you,” he said.

“Don’t worry about us,” Kranxx said with a somber wink. “I’m not quite out of tricks yet.”

“This isn’t farewell.” Ember’s fur bristled as she spoke. “We shall toast our foes’ failures tonight!”

Ember and Kranxx moved to the doorway and down the long staircase. On their appearance, the king let out a rumbling shout, and in response, the ghostly hordes poured from every doorway. They crowded and milled in the courtyard below, and then, as if propelled by a cannon, shot up the staircase toward them.

Ember picked up Kranxx and, with a bellow of her own, charged down the stairs.

Dougal could not bear to look, but halfway down the stairs the charr took a sharp left, off the stairs themselves. The pair, charr and asura, landed on a rotted roof not less than ten feet below them. Slate tiles shot out from beneath Ember’s feet, but she kept her footing and jumped again, landing on a lower roof, and repeated the action once more.

Ember landed on the edge of the avalanche of masonry. She held her feet out before her, stiff and wide, and when she hit the stones she did not tumble and fall. Instead, she kept her feet and slid down the shattered tumble of stone, straight toward the street below.

Kranxx screeched the whole way down.

The ghosts followed them, those on the stairs streaming over the railings and into the city itself, those at the bottom changing directions and surging after the fleeing pair.

Dougal watched the ghostly pursuers disappear down the streets.

“You should go, now,” said Savione. “They cannot
keep them busy for long.”

Riona led, and Dougal followed. Ahead of them the staircase was clear, and near the base of the stairs, visible in the overcast daylight was the pit that caged the Foefire’s Heart. Yet, Dougal felt that someone was watching him and, despite himself, turned and looked up at the parapets above the royal chamber.

And there stood the last king of Ascalon.

Adelbern had been middle-aged when he’d died, but he seemed as fit and trim as any soldier half his age. He wore a suit of armor that Dougal suspected would have sparkled had it still been real and not some strange, ghostly abstraction. His head was bare, and his white hair fluttered in the wind that whipped through the crumbling battlements. His piercing eyes glared down at Dougal, and a snarl curled on his lips.

Adelbern raised his fist over his head and then swung it down to point a pale finger at Dougal. “How dare you trespass in my kingdom, thief ! ” the king said, his voice strong and full of fury. “For this, you shall pay the ultimate price!”

Dougal knew that if they fled, Adelbern would just send more ghosts after him, and their whole plan would be destroyed. He needed to play for time. He dropped to one knee and hoped that Savione’s story was true.

“No, Your Majesty!” Dougal said. “I am Ascalonian by heritage, and I have come to seek your blessing!”

This strange request took Adelbern back an instant, but his fury resurged. “The only thing of which I shall approve is your death!”

“But, Your Majesty,” he said, “I come here on behalf
of your son, Prince Rurik!”

This blatant lie brought the ghost up short. He stammered for a moment, suddenly distracted. “Rurik? My son?” For a moment his face softened, but then it grew dark again. “Rurik is dead! To me, he died the moment he left Ascalon!”

“Your son is dead, as you are.” This voice came from atop the battlements. The king turned to see its source, and his face grew livid.

“Savione!” he said. “You worthless wretch! How dare you enter my presence without my bidding?”

“No, sire! These people are here to repair the damage that you’ve done! I won’t let you hurt them!”

“Stand aside and let me slay this foul beast now, Savione! In honor of your years of service, I will give you one last chance!”

“Years!” Savione threw up his hands. “Try centuries! You killed me, and you still consider me to be in your service! Well, no more!”

The courtier stared at his king and spoke in short, cold phrases. “I renounce my position in your court. There’s nothing more you can take from me, Adelbern. You cannot hurt me.”

“So you think!” Adelbern reached forward and pulled the ghostly dagger from the courtier’s chest. Then the mad king stepped forward and swung his blade at Savione. The ghostly servant did not move to avoid the blow, and the blade sliced through him, cutting him cleanly in two.

Dougal waited for Savione to re-form like the ghosts that Ember had battled in the cave near the
Dragonbrand. Instead, the two halves of Savione separated from each other and slid apart. His legs fell one way while his chest fell another.

Before he faded away entirely, Savione said one last word, his voice brimming with grim relief: “Finally.” Then he disappeared, flowing away into the breeze atop the battlements like a half-remembered dream.

Adelbern turned away from the vanished shards of his former servant but found the staircase empty. Riona and Dougal were already lost among the shadowed buildings below.

Behind them, the human pair heard Adelbern’s cry of frustration over the rooftops.

“I think we got under his skin,” said Riona, hugging a wall.

“You think Savione is really gone?” asked Dougal.

Riona shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t think it matters what happens to Savione, Ember, or Kranxx. What matters is we find the Claw of the Khan-Ur.”

Dougal grimaced at her, then craned his neck to get a better look at the top of the tower again. “All right,” he said. “You’re right. I know you’re right, but I don’t have to like it. Let’s move.”

Dougal sprinted through the town as fast as he could. Riona lagged behind just a bit, but he could hear her behind him every step of the way. Soon they reached the main square, and Dougal skidded to a halt.

The carnage sprawled out before him stole his breath. From one side of the square to the other, the remains sat piled up as if tossed into some careless giant’s abattoir, bones and weapons and armor stacked
upon each other like kindling for a monstrous fire.

Most of the bodies, especially the ones nearest to and even inside the shattered gates, had once been part of the charr invading force. At a curving line that met roughly near a well in the center of the square, though, the charr corpses mingled with those of the force of human warriors once arrayed against them. The two sides overlapped for several yards, a stark example of the uncertainty and chaos of battle.

Dougal and Riona picked their way across the square, trying not to disturb the dead. At first Dougal tried to avoid stepping on any remains so as to show respect for those who’d fallen here. That soon proved impossible, so he switched to treading gently on the bones that he could not avoid.

Then a horrible howl from Ember rang throughout Ascalon City, followed by an explosion, and Dougal gave up and just charged as fast as he could without slipping on the remains scattered across the square.

They were near the far side of the square when the charr appeared, still carrying the struggling asura. Ember’s mouth was rimed with a lathering froth, and the asura was pulling things out of his rapidly diminishing pack and tossing them back at the howling, hungry ghosts.

There was a brilliant flash behind them, and the side of the old archive wall slowly collapsed into the street, burying the ghosts beneath it. A cloud of dust rose from
the crash, and the ghosts slowly pulled themselves from the wreckage.

Ember noticed the two humans, and she stood tall and snapped a salute to Dougal. She panted from the exertion but seemed otherwise unharmed.

“Get out of here!” Riona said. “You’re supposed to lure them
away
! ”

“Hold it!” Kranxx said as Ember turned to sprint away. “That’s it!”

The charr froze, and the asura leaped down from her back to pluck a bleached charr skull from the top of the mound of bones that filled even that distant part of the square.

“Yes,” the asura said, grinning into the skull’s empty eye sockets. “Proximity to the Heart of the Foefire. Good solidity. Should have enough necrotic residue to tune. This should do nicely.” He pulled from his pocket the device that looked like a cross between a violin and a crossbow.

Not bothering to acknowledge the others again, Ember scooped Kranxx up and raced away from them with the asura in her arms. The re-forming ghosts, now clear of the collapsed building, howled after them.