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Authors: Tom Liberman

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Hazlebub gave an exaggerated yawn at this and poured another liquid onto the fire that gave a startling blast of orange and red sparks.

“Pretty!” shouted Ariana getting up and dancing around the sparkles as they flew quickly skyward.

“If you would mind not interrupting, witch,” said Myris and looked at the woman and held his head somewhat back. “Intelligent men are talking now.”

“Where?” said Unerus unable to resist the opportunity.

“You little snot,” shouted Myris taking a step towards the boy again.

“Stop this nonsense, all of you,” interjected Lousa and stepped into the fire light her green eyes ablaze. “We don’t have to like each other but Mayor Shumba has given us a task and I, for one, intend to see it through. Now, Myris, go lighter on the political history. I know the Light of Ras is the personal ship of Seymour the Bright and his involvement in this along with the undead creatures would seem to be a connection, true?”

“Seymour the Bright,” said Myris and pulled forth yet another sheaf of papers from his pocket.

“Keep it short,” said Lousa.

“Seymour the Bright,” began Myris again, “is the oldest son of Tarlton VI and seemed destined for the Glass Throne of City in the Sand but instead became a devout worshipper of the Sun God Ras early in life and forsook his royal heritage. He traveled the world for many years aboard his personal ship, the Light of Ras, attempting to do the will of his patron deity.”

“Ras god of sun,” said Shamki. “Fights god of death.”

“Yes, well, that is a bit more succinct than I might have put it but you have the gist of it Shamki. Seymour was chasing someone aboard the Tremulus for something. There are no records about what happened to the Light of Ras after she left Sea Fen so we don’t know exactly what is resting down there at the bottom of the bay but we must assume it presents a threat to Doria. The queen will be most pleased if we can garner the friendship of Seymour and Tarlton.”

“Myris, the mayor doesn’t even want to involve Baron Avakubia in this mess, let alone the queen. Those undead creatures are after something on that ship and we need to get to it first.”

“The spirit world is ready,” said Hazlebub, waved her hands above her head, sprinkled a strange golden dust through the air with a small grin on her face, and her eyes rolled upwards in some sort of trancelike state.

“We don’t need such witchy theatrics,” started Myris but Louis interrupted him.

“Leave her be, she knows her job.”

“I was just ….”

“Shut up, Myris,” said Lousa, “Or I’ll have Shamki do it for me.”

The big half-orc grinned from ear to ear at this and his friend Humbort, coughing fit finally eased, looked up from the ground with a smile, “I’ll help.”

Spirits Rise from grounded sleep

Break bounds born eons deep

Ghostly visage to us creep

Jump divide make the leap!

The wind whipped through the little copse of trees at that moment and sent a medium sized branch to the ground at the feet of Lousa with a crash. She jumped back with a start while Myris gave a girlish shriek and fled into the darkness and only when Shamki grabbed the arm of Humbort did he prevent the timid man from doing likewise. Little Ariana moved next to her brother and put her arms around the boy as Hazlebub raised her arms high above her head and intoned the words of her witchery again.

Spirits Rise from grounded sleep

Break bounds born eons deep

Ghostly visage to us creep

Jump divide make the leap!

“I’m scared,” whispered Ariana into Unerus’s ear and held her brother tighter.

“It’s okay Ara; she knows what she’s doing.”

“Ahhhh,” shrieked the girl pointing to a place just outside of the small circle and Unerus looked over and spotted the ghostly blue image that floated towards them. It wore a loose fitting cloak that did not billow in the wind and its hair was wild around his head.

“I hear your call woman, what would you have of me?”

Hazlebub took a step back and almost fell into the fire her eyes wide for a moment before she managed to compose herself and begin to wave her arms over her head again. “Oh spirit of the world beyond we seek your knowledge of the ship wrecked yonder,” this last as she pointed into the darkness in almost directly the opposite direction to where the shipwreck lay.

Unerus got up quickly and caught the eye of the woman and pointed with his finger in the correct direction and Hazlebub righted herself easily enough. “In this direction,” she said.

“I remember something,” said the glowing blue form for a moment and shook its head, “but it is all misty as if it was a dream or never happened.”

“What is your name spirit?” asked Hazlebub

“I am … I am … Khemer … Khemer dez Hadzall,” said the voice in a rather shaky fashion. “That seems familiar.”

“Tarltonite,” whispered Lousa to no one in particular.

“What is the name of that ship beyond the rocks,” asked Hazlebub and this time pointed in the correct direction.

“It is the Tremulus,” said Khemer this time without pause. “Where am I? What is this place and who are you?”

“I am Hazlebub, mighty witch-woman of Doria. Yonder is the village of Iv’s Folly from where I hail. These others are my companions. There are foul undead creatures hunting for something on that ship, what can you tell us of it?”

“I was aboard that ship and we were pursued by … by someone … I cannot remember who or for what. We crashed, I was trying to swim but the waves were too, too strong, I went under, and now I am here. I see now, I am dead, called from beyond.”

“I’m sorry Khemer, but you are truly dead,” said Hazlebub her lips pursed and her eyes cast down. “I cannot help you with that. Your body is long eaten by the sea creatures and there is no hope of a return. But, perhaps you will help us discover what is aboard that ship and it will let you rest more easily upon your return to the nether world?”

“I … I … cannot remember. Perhaps we should get close to the ship? That might jar my memory?”

Humbort shook his head vigorously at Shamki but the big half-orc remained silent.

“There’s all those skellies Uney?” said Ariana more as a question than as a statement.

“I know your scared Ara but you have to trust me, if we do this for the mayor we’ll be in good, no more stealing food from the garbage pails,” he replied in a whisper. “Be brave, we protect each other, like always, right?”

“Right!” said the girl and got to her feet and looped her arm under her brother’s. “Together.”

Shamki grabbed Humbort by his arm and dragged him along as the group, minus the fled Myris, headed away from the protection of the small wood and towards the exposed point where a thousand skeletal remains marched up and down.

As her fox fur cloak whipped wildly about her ankles, Lousa first heard the strange clacks that came from ahead as they moved further out onto the open point. “What is that?” she asked no one in particularly but the wild wind stole the words right out of her mouth and it was up to Humbort to ask the question as he shrieked in a voice pitched an octave too high, “What is that sound?”

“Bones,” said Hazlebub her voice pierced the wind as she pointed to a pair of skeletons walking next to each other the loose bones in their structure flapped in the breeze and smacked against one another.

“Like a ghost story,” said Ariana her eyes wide but a smile once again playing on her lips, “Right Uney?”

The boy shivered, his light cloak flapped in the breeze and revealed an even shabbier undershirt filled with almost as many holes as stains. “You’re a brave girl,” he said his own teeth chattering and then under his breath, “Braver than me.”

Ariana looked up at her brother her keen ears bright red from the cool night wind and smiled to herself and began to sing a little song her voice unable to clear the howling wind but pleasant enough in any case.

“Candies fill my dreams all night

Red and green and gold all right

Candies fill my dreams all day

Candy, candy, more I say”

One of the skeletons suddenly lurched towards them carrying a sharp rock and Shamki whipped out a long blade of steel from under his cloak so quickly that even Unerus didn’t yet have out his dagger but the creature staggered past them, buffeted by the wind, and suddenly disappeared into the side of the point. “It’s a cave,” shouted Humbort his eyes keener than his spirit and sure enough, there was an open gash in the side of the hill. Even as they watched another skeleton emerged from the small entrance and carried two handfuls of rock and dirt with which it staggered off towards the ocean. Another creature followed this one, likewise burdened.

“They’re digging for the ship!” exclaimed Lousa. “It must have settled in the sand and it’s buried. C’mon, we have to follow them. They’ll ignore us, right Hazlebub?”

The witch woman’s eyes opened wide again as she stared at the shambling forms that seemed to come in an endless line both to and from the cave, one group’s hands filled with rocks and dirt and the other empty. Occasionally one would come out its boney wrist broken to reveal a stump. “I … I have my guardian aura that will protect us,” she finally said although her body shuddered and her eyes darted around nervously.

“Look at this,” said the little voice of Ariana carried by the wind from a shallow depression just a few yards away.

“Ariana,” cried Unerus who looked down and realizing she was no longer at his side. The big half-orc took two quick strides and shone his bright lantern into the small depression where hundreds of squirming skeletons lay in a pile of gruesome, living bones.

“Their hands are all broke off,” said the girl and pointed to the arms of each of the skeletons lying in the pit. “They can’t dig no more!”

“Anymore,” said Lousa almost as a matter of habit rather than in a real attempt to correct the girl.

“She’s right,” cried Humbort. “They can’t dig no more!”

“Anymore,” said Lousa again her face an almost impassive mask as she struggled to keep her composure in this horrific scene.

Shamki patted the little girl on the head and smiled at her although his fiercely uneven teeth accentuated by massive canines often caused people think of it as a growl. This did not seem to affect the girl as she smiled back with her equally uneven rows of teeth half fallen out and half in place and took his hand. “Let’s see what’s in the cave!”

Unerus settled in on the other side of the girl and the trio went into the cave hand in hand. Lousa, Hazlebub, and Humbort looked at each other for a moment before the young woman raised her left eyebrow and grabbed the witch by the hand and the two followed along. This left Humbort to stand alone in the howling wind with untold numbers of skeletons that shambled around him. He paused for a moment and muttered to himself, “Stay with Shamki, stay with Shamki,” and his body gave a tremendous shudder all the way from this head to his feet but he managed to make that first step towards the cave and quickly followed the rest.

The width of the cave opening quickly narrowed into a newly dug tunnel heading both down and towards the ocean. In the narrow passage way there was only enough room for two bodies passing one another and skeletons filled most of the space. The lantern of Shamki shone like a beacon leaving shadows splattered across the rocky walls of the cave that moved in a strange, dancing gate. The whitened bones of the creatures reflected the light in blinding flashes while the deep black sockets of their eyes seemed like bottomless pits of darkness. Moving in single file the group edged steadily forward.

“At least it’s warmer,” said Unerus and moved sideways behind his sister who still clutched the hand of Shamki at the head of the little party. After five minutes of shuffling forward a natural cavern opened to the right and Shamki darted inside. The second group, led by Lousa almost walked past the opening as their eyes strained to pierce the darkness ahead but the half-orc reached out with a hand and grabbed the tail of the fox fur cloak and pulled her in. Lousa gave out a yelp but noticed it was Shamki who had a hold of her and gave a huge sigh and hugged him tightly for a moment before letting go and straightening herself.

“Sorry about that, but this place has me a tad unnerved,” said Lousa to the half-orc whose dark features seemed a shade redder and eyes cast straight down.

“Holy mother of the Goddess,” said Hazlebub as stumbled into the cave right behind Lousa. The old woman immediately dropped to her knees and tried to catch her breath. “I’m a village witch not the Queen’s Soothsayer!”

“Honesty doesn’t pay the bills though, does it?” asked Lousa going over to give the old woman a hug as well.

The old woman hugged back tightly just as the last member of the group staggered into the room and immediately collapsed to the ground his whole body trembled and shook. He looked up to the big half-orc and tried to gasp out a few words but his breath was too rapid and he merely gave off the appearance of a fish on dry land. Little Ariana went over to him and started to gently pat him on the back her smile bright and lopsided with missing teeth.

“Tunnel not stable,” said Shamki running his hand along the tunnel outside of the small cave. “No go further safe.”

“Send the spirit,” gasped Humbort from the ground.

“That’s actually a good idea,” said Lousa with a nod to the gasping man who immediately smiled brightly at the little girl who dusted off his shoulder. “Hazlebub, where is Khemer?”

The witch looked around and realized that the spirit was no longer at her side and then took a moment to straighten up and fish in her pockets for a small bag and a vial of liquid. “Oh great spirit of death,” she started but at that moment a bluish glow appeared in the wall of the cave and a moment later Khemer floated before them his feet gently kicked just a few inches off the ground.

The ghostly apparition looked at them for a moment and then reached out a hand to touch the witch woman who flinched back and away but its fingers passed right through her shoulder in any case. “What is your command master of death?”

“I … I … you shall go forward to the ship and try and learn what it is the skeletons are trying to obtain,” she said after a moment’s pause.

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