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Dear
Sophia,
Dr.
Sartorius is a
brilliant man. This experiment will be the biggest breakthrough since
the
beginning of Zork. If you are still interested, make your way to the
Temple of
Agrippa. But—take great care, and do not speak of it. There are those
who
misunderstand Alchemy—those who would kill for our secrets, in their
search for
gold.
Father
Malveaux
You are right. Dr. Sartorius is a brilliant man. He is strange and he has that annoying laugh, but nonetheless I think his medical studies may be very valuable. Please send me any alchemical materials or notes that you have obtained.
Yes,
I did a magnificent job with Countess Orlanda’s
skin. It went from the skin of a wrinkled hag to the skin of a young
child. The
fact that she never followed the careful instructions I dictated to her
illustrates her own stupidity. I could do the same thing for you. I am
currently experimenting on something that could be much more powerful.
By the
way, I understand you have been experimenting with herbs and natural
substances. Could you share some of those with me?
Later in 924, Sophia introduced Kaine to Malveaux and Sartorius. Kaine
was skeptical at first. He saw it as impractical and foolish, an overly
spiritual belief for the weak. These fundamentals were clearly
demonstrated in a letter he composed to Sophia (924-11-20):
Sophia,
Dr.
Sartorius is a strange but fascinating man. I agree he has ideas what
while
almost fanatical, could be the final solution. As you know I am not
prone to
dabbling into strange, self-indulgent philosophies or womanish New Age
experiments—but there is something to the man, of that there can be no
doubt.
And still I wonder—might the Doctor’s way be the only way of securing
power in
this perpetually unstable world? I could have great use for him—and his
philosopher’s stone—in my campaign against the Enchanters. I cannot
hold them
back much longer.
Say
nothing—I will write you of this further.
Kaine.
The quintessence can only be obtained through blood. Pure blood. This person must be pure of heart, pure of spirit, conceived in purity, conceived when the sun and moon are aligned as one.
Soon
after, the four alchemists stood together in the patient ward of the
Gray
Mountains Asylum. Zoe Wolfe lay on her
side in a fetal position, gazing with pure love at her newborn infant,
who was
on the bed in the tiny circle of space between her mother’s bent knees
and
arms. It was a lovely moment of bonding. Sartorius had a pair of bloody
forceps
in his hands. Both he and Sophia, in doctor’s garb, looked exhausted,
but were
really gratified, for they had obviously assisted in the birth. Kaine
and
Malveaux were visitors/well-wishers.
“This
is the Genesis moment.” The pumped up
Sartorius made a giddy laugh. “Now I know how God felt.”
Sophia
laughed. She teased him, but with less of an
edge than usual. They had bonded through birthing this baby.
“Who’d
have dreamed Sartorius—the great man of
science—would get so excited over…” she finished dryly, “…a little
bitty
wrinkly baby.”
“Baby?
That’s not a baby. That’s a formula. The key
to unlocking the most hidden knowledge in the universe.”
The
four alchemists, dressed in their
priestly gear, surrounded a stone basin in a semi-circle. Malveaux held
the
baby Alexandria, who was wrapped in a silver cloth, in the air above
the basin.
Malveaux rose the wrapped infant into the beam of light coming down
from above.
He whispered a line from a magical text and tossed a small bit of
powder into
the bowl. The flames briefly flared up. He then lowered the baby into
the flame
for a second.
In
turn, each of them spoke a line from the following demonic chant:
“Endless fire which passeth through all
things.
Cleanse soul through flame.
Protect the innocent and perfect the healing stone.
Let this spirit be washed and whitened by the
Philosophic Fire."
Darling
Thaddeus,
Crushed
the barbarian hordes and even the grand Syovar seems content!
Congratulations
on your recent victories; but take heed upon your return. The battle is
far
from over. In your absence, Ellron has discovered a powerful scroll and
I am
scared. We are deep into the Great Work. If they learn of our secrets,
the
Enchanters’ Guild, and others, will surely kill us.
Sophia
And:
Dear
Thaddeus,
Though
you were far away, all the Eastern provinces are proud of your recent
successes. I only wish that the rebellion will end soon and you are in
my arms
once again.
Sophia.
Dearest
Thaddeus—
I
lie here in my bed and listen to the Poetics and I miss you. Damn
Ellron. I
know you are fighting for what you believe in. I hate him for what he’s
done to
you, and I hate him even more for keeping you from me. But still, there
are
those I hate more.
I’m
so jealous, Thaddeus; you can pick up a sword and gore your enemy in
the name
of all you love. My enemy is bosomy and soft-spoken—and she wears a
dress and
sleeps in your bed, my heart. Would that I could be your wife, that we
could
have a family… something more than stolen moments, this lost life of
mine.
I cling to your dear Mad Doctor
and his
dreams of oblivion. For an eternity with you, I will endure all his
pretentious, alchemical trumpeting—and fifty Lady Kaines—and a hundred
Ellrons!
As ever,
Sophia
Dearest
Malveaux,
I am
delighted by
Alexandria’s progress. I think that your use of puzzles to sharpen her
mind and
spirit is working beautifully. And already, I can see promise in her
music. I
will be saving a seat for her in the conservatory.
Yours
truly,
Sophia.
That
same year, Kaine and Sophia exchanged several correspondences to one
another while he was away at battle against Ellron. The first
(935-08-14):
Sophia,
It is
rainy and
grim here. The fields are muddy and littered with corpses. I am tired
of all
this. All I want in the world is to return to my castle and back to
you. The
battle at Flood Control Dam number 678 was more brutal than I expected.
Ellron
and his hordes somehow had found out about my strategy. Backed by the
Enchanters, he has discovered some magical scroll which causes weapons
to turn
to fudge. It is disheartening and sticky. Our surprise attack was
foiled and I
lost half my men. Ellron is becoming more and more powerful. Unless I
do
something, he may gain control of the entire terrain. Morale is low.
The worst
are the damn night attacks of grues. We barely have enough torches to
light a
fourth of our camp for more than a few more nights.
Liz wrote that she is considering
spending
the fall at her mother’s villa in Antharia. Say the word and I will
further
convince her to make the retreat to the restorative island clime. For
her
health, you know—and for mine.
Kaine
Darling
Thaddeus,
Damn
those filthy dark-loving Grues for keeping you away from me! I hate all
of
them. I know you have little time to read, so I will keep my letters
short. I
love you I love you I love you!
Sophia.
Sophia,
the battle against Ellron continues and I believe we are winning.
Lieutenant
Ramsey is a loyal and fierce warrior and has proved an effective
leader; I will
make him the keeper of my castle if we escape this war alive. I miss
you and I
think about you constantly. We must finally be together. Sophia, will
you
please check in on Lucien. I know that you are uncomfortable around
him, but I
have not heard from him, and I am concerned. He is going through a
strange
phase.
Thad
my love,
I
hear that you have crushed the rebellion and are coming home soon. We
are
preparing to ring the monastery bells for you as soon as we see your
wagon
train on the road to the south. Bring back a Grue ear for my charm
bracelet!
Sophia.
Dear
Sophia-
The
time has come. I think you will be proud of me when you see her. She is
a
charming brilliant child—and I have grown to care for little Alexandria
as if
her parenting were my only office.
Her music is unschooled, but I
hear in
it—somewhere—the harmony of the spheres. It is there for you to
distill. I
expect much work, and great things from the both of you.
Fondly,
Malveaux.
In
938, at the age of 13, Alexandria was brought to the Conservatory where
Sophia took a liking to her and treated her exceptionally well,
although her unconventional musicial aptitude caused her to be shunned
by her peers.Sophia wrote:
Alexandria is doing well. She is not particularly well liked and appears to be somewhat of a loner. She is stubborn and her music is wild and eccentric. We are trying to tone her down. How did she get like this? What did you do to her while she was at the monastery? Maybe it is part of the process.
Alexandria,
The
path to purification is through the magic of the notes.
Love Sophia
Dearest
Malveaux,
You
will be glad to know Alexandria is flourishing here. She has a gift, of
that I
am certain. I have given her books on the Harmony of the Spheres and I
believe
she hears the notes in her dreams. Such a queer little thing; I see how
she has
won your heart, old monk.
This is a difficult process. At
times I am
uncertain—I don’t know how hard to push—but I will not let you down.
Such
strange parents we make.
Sophia
S-
And
so the holidays pass, and still, we are nowhere near each other. Liz
and I are
fighting again, which does dampen the festivities somewhat. It’s not
that she
questions my formal loyalties to her and my family—she knows I will
never leave
her—but I suppose I can hardly blame her if she feels my heart is no
better
than any. How I hate to discuss these matters—as if I were a gossiping
girl. I
live where I live, and I love whom I love. Praise Yoruk—that is all
there is to
say on the subject—
K
Elizabeth took it into her own hands to confront Sophia. Her detest is
evidence in the letter, although she seemed to have false assurance in
Kaine that unfortunately did not exist:
Dear
Madame Sophia,
While
we have never been formally introduced, I feel as if I’ve known you for
years
now. At least, I know many things about you. I know you sleep with my
husband.
I know you’re only one of his many mistresses. Or did you think that he
loved
only you? Has he been teasing you with talk of your future, of
marriage? Did
you imagine he would leave me for you, and you would rule Irondune as
the next
lady Kaine? Let me assure you, madam, that you have no future with my
husband.
He needs me, my family, and our lovely money. Without me, there is no
Irondune.
And there is nothing and no one he loves more than that.
-Elizabeth Kaine
Sophia
please forgive me. I made a mistake. I know it would be a cliché to say
that it
meant nothing to me—but it is true. I know that I am not communicative
in the
way you want me to be. I love you. Please forgive me. I will do
anything for
your forgiveness.
And again:
Sophia,
I
have enclosed a check for 750,000 Zorkmids for the improvement of the
stage.
Please take this as a token for my plea for forgiveness.
Sophia finally
replied:
Do
you think that money will buy me? Do you think that is the way for
forgiveness
and apologies? This is the worse insult you could cast my way. Save it
for
another woman.
Apart
from their frequent acts of adultery, on one occurrence, Kaine gifted
Sophia with a silver tuning fork engraved, “With love, -K”.
ALEXANDRIA MEETS LUCIEN
Following her Arch 5, 943 performance under the stars, “Music for the
Moon,” by the river of the Frigid River Branch Conservatory,
Alexandria, at the age of 18, again played “Harmony of the Spheres” on
the evening of Oracle 15. Her music was complex, perhaps even atonal,
daring, compelling, unafraid to shock and a little strange—in fact, it
reflected the musician's persona. Lucien Kaine was the only one who
applauded her. After the concert was over, Alexandria and Lucien
met for the first time. The infuriated Sophia saw that Lucien was an
intervention into their smooth plan. She had to keep them apart,
because if they came together, all the alchemists’ years of possessive
preservation of Alexandria’s purity would disappear in an instant. She
quickly composed a letter to Kaine at Irondune:
I
saw him at Alexandria’s performance. What was he doing there? I know
that you
have done all that you can, but your son is a dangerous influence. I
know of
his reputation. Keep him away from her. I have this feeling about him
and my
feeling tells me he will be the ruin of all of us and all our dreams.
And in another
undated letter, Sophia wrote to Kaine:
I
have seen him outside the school. I know something is going on. She has
become
increasingly defiant and rebellious.
Although
Thaddeus Kaine forbade Lucien to have any contact with Alexandria, he
was not swayed. Kaine had he temporarily admitted to the Gray Mountains
Asylum under the care of Erasmus Sartorius who prescribed him ProZork.
Lucien refused to take the medication. Kaine related his
resentment to Sophia in a letter which was found at the Frigid River
Branch Conservatory (943-06-02):
Sophia,
You
say I seem wrathful—Aye, that and far beyond—I am close to giving up on
my son.
I have tried to control him. I talked to Dr. Sartorius who prescribed
Prozork
for him but he refuses to take it. Lately, Lucien has become
suspicious—nearly
paranoid—searching my room, pilfering my private papers. I have been
forced to
lock my room. I am at a loss. He is in love with that girl—your
precious
“prodigy,” I know—and nothing I say or do will stop him. You say to be
forceful—and
I try—but he is my only son. It is hard for me to deny him that which
he wants
most. I know it is a phase and that it is best for him, still it is
hard. So
what then?
K.
Although
the four alchemists feared that the untamed Lucien would
despoil their virgin of purity, they delved even deeper into their dark
arts, doing their best to discreetly keep Lucien and Alexandria apart
and to encourage her to maintain purity. The battles against Ellron and
the Enchanters Guild kept Kaine
considerably occupied. In a letter found at Castle Irondune, Sophia
reassured him that they need not worry, but only persist in their work
(943-11-03):
Kaine,
I
read about Ellron and his alliance with the Enchanters Guild, and I
wept for
you. These are dangerous times, and I will not sleep until all those
who mean
you harm are put to eternal rest.
But I take heart, knowing that we
are
growing stronger, deciphering more secrets of this magical science with
each
new day. Soon, love, we will not worry about power…
Sophia
What
follows, are several undated correspondences between Sophia and the
other alchemists, detailing their aspirations and discoveries as they
drew
nearer to solving the mystery of the quintessence. A letter from
Sartorius to Sophia (unknown year-04-07):
Dear
Sophia,
I
have had some success supersaturating liquids in the generation of
large
crystals. It appears small crystals are ideal seeds for growth. I feel
this
combinations of water and earth, heated with fire and burning with air,
will
provide fertile new avenues for our venture.
Sartorius
Another letter
from Sartorius to Sophia (unknown year-05-31):
Sophia,
Your
concerns about the purity of my crystal generation is well-founded. I
think I
have the solution. It involves the dissolving of white calcium bromide,
which
has the added benefit of settling my acid indigestion while I am in the
lab.
Sartorius
It appears that
Sophia and Kaine tried to restrain Lucien and
Alexandria’s relationship without informing the other alchemists (at
least Malveaux). When their interactions were discovered by him, the
disturbed Malveaux wrote to Sophia (944-03-02). The following letter
was discovered at the Frigid River Branch Conservatory:
Dearest
Madame,
I
have much unsettling news. It has come to my attention that Lucien
Kaine, with
his troubled, rebellious spirit, his slacker morals—and his strange
disposition—has been bothering Alexandria. Under your own roof. Madame!
I fear
she knows little of the ways of men—who are not monks, that is.
Please—you
should know better than I—Alexandria needs to study and perfect her art.
Father
Malveaux
Malveaux;
Our
plans may be falling apart. Alexandria has, I believe, fallen in love
with
Lucien; you remember, Kaine’s son. Nothing we do seems to have any
impact on
them; as if they were under some strange spell. You must put a stop to
it. She
has come so far with her music. Act quickly, or it will all have been
for
nothing…
Sophia
The undated
reply from Malveaux to Sophia:
I
have done what I can. I have explained to her the significance of her
virtue
and why Lucien Kaine with his troubled youth, his questionable morals,
and his
strange disposition is not right for her. I can’t do much more.
Realizing
that there was something wicked going on about them, Lucien and
Alexandria secretly met one 945 GUE night behind the stage at the
Frigid River Branch Conservatory to discuss their suspicions about
Sophia and Thaddeus.
While
together, Alexandria grabbed her locket off the floor which was lying
beside
her violin. Lucien had lowered his shirt for her gaze and she studied
him
coolly—like he was an object. He was very awkward and self-conscious.
Alexandria moved away from her belongings to join him.
“I feel like a fool,” Lucien stated.
“Mmm. A beautiful fool,” she returned.
Alexandria trusted her arm at him and the locket’s silver chain spilled out of her clenched fist. She opened her fist and showed it to him. Inside was a picture of her mother, Zoe Wolfe.
“Here, this is for you. I want you to wear it.”
Lucien nodded, transfixed. She rose on tiptoe to clasp the locket around his neck. Their faces were close, and moving closer, into an embrace, but Sophia’s voice calmly interrupted out of their range of sight.
“Alexandria.”
Lucien pulled back guiltily. The moment was broken, but Alexandria still tried to kiss Lucien in order to spit the meddling Sophia who had caught them together. Lucien refused, drawing his shirt back on.
“Lucien.” Sophia was shocked by his presence, staring as he dressed. “What a…pleasant…surprise.” She noticed the locket around his neck. “Your locket.”
Lucien, very self-conscious, slipped the locket from around his neck.
“I’ve never seen it off you,” Sophia finished.
Alexandria would not deign to answer.
Sophia took the locket into her hand, pretending to admire it. “It’s lovely.” Then she accidentally dropped it, feigning to be upset. “Oh!”
The broken part of the locket fell on the floorboards, bounced, then slid through a crack in the stage floor. The broken piece continued its downward flight, coming to rest on the floor, near a pool of water in the boiler room, glittering in the darkness.
Sophia later
wrote an undated letter to Kaine regarding this event:
I caught the two together on the stage of the conservatory. Imagine the nerve of the girl! Does she think I am an idiot? She brazenly disregards all rules of the school and certainly all rules of decency. Do something about your son. He is poison to her and to us.
Shortly
after, Lucien and Alexandria made the decision to get married. She
wrote to her father, who agreed to perform the ceremony at the
Steppinthrax Monastery. In desperation, the four alchemists gathered in
Malveaux's office.
Sartorius,
Kaine and Sophia gathered with Malveaux in his office at the
Steppinthrax
Monastery. The Bishop stood between the others who occupied three of
the four
chairs. He took a letter from the copious sleeve of his robe and laid
it on the
table.
“Our
worst fears have come true,” Malveaux stated. “They’ve asked me to
marry them.
They intend to leave.”
There
was an exchange of alarmed looks from the others.
“No,
she cannot leave,” Sartorius protested, “absolutely not.”
Sophia
had angry concern. “Leave? What are you talking about?”
Kaine
directed his words to her, “Don’t act so surprised. It’s all taking
place under
your roof. You can’t pretend you didn’t know about it.”
She
spoke through gritted teeth, “I tried to guide her, Kaine. I can’t run
her
life. If she wants to spend time with Lucien, let her. But marriage,
Malveaux?
Surely you didn’t encourage them.”
Malveaux
spoke as though he had a dark secret, “But I did.” Despair creased over
his
face even further. Once Kaine had left, Malveaux continued, “I tell you
he’s
watching everything we do. I can sense it. He’s dangerous – and he’ll
do
anything he can to get what he wants. Our only hope of survival is to
give him
our secret.”
Sartorius
was wrathful, “Have you gone mad?!”
“I
don’t want to die,” Malveaux replied, remorseful.
“We
can’t give in to him,” Sophia stated.
Malveaux
shouted back, content, “He’s insane!”
“We
must be strong,” Sophia comforted. “We can’t give in to this, this Nemesis.”
It appears from both the above conference and the following letter,
that Lucien took his own initiative to investigate more of the scheme
that was transpiring around him. While the precise date of Lucien’s
“haunting the asylum” and “threaten[ing]” of Sartorius is not known, it
may have happened during one of his scheduled treatments. This letter
was discovered at the Gray Mountains Asylum (945-06-17):
Dr.
Sartorius,
I
understand you are still perfecting the science of the ritual, but we
must act
now; if we do not, the quintessence will slip through our fingers. I
know he
has threatened even you, haunting the asylum. Patience has its place
and so
does action. During the next solar eclipse we must make our move. Our
work must
be completed at the Temple of the Ancients. Write and I will arrange to
meet
you there.
Soon,
Doctor.
Sophia
A letter
discovered at the Frigid River Branch Conservatory, in response to the
above:
Madame
Sophia,
I
have much to prepare. I don’t think you understand the intricacies of
this
philosophy. This is not cooking, this is science. This is the true
mystery of
life. Nonetheless, you are right—we cannot wait any longer. We must
take a
risk. Meet me at the Temple of Agrippa. I will summon the others. What
has
begun must take its course. It is our only chance—before we are
destroyed—
Sartorius
Thus fearing that they would not be able to keep Lucien from sullying Alexandria, the Circle of four met at the Temple of Agrippa to accelerate the schedule for Alexandria’s sacrifice to coincide with an upcoming partial eclipse. In the meantime, Alexandria was in preparation to leave the Frigid River Branch Conservatory and make her way to the Steppinthrax Monastery for the wedding. Hoping to persuade her from leaving the school, Sophia confronted her in the student dormitory on the night before she left:
Alexandria
lay on the bed, while Sophia sat on its edge. They were only lit by the
light
of an oil lamp. Sophia talked quietly, regressing into her heart. She
spoke
with thought and deep commitment.
“I
know the power of love. It attacks your heart until you have no power
to fight.
Sometimes it picks men who’ll only hurt you. It becomes stronger than
you, and
sometimes you end up doing stupid things, enduring infidelities…and
still
there’s nothing you can do because you love him.” Sophia realized that
she had
revealed more than she wanted to, and smiled wanly.
Alexandria
replied, “I’m in love with Lucien, and that’s my business.”
“Alexandria,
I want you to find love. But I don’t want you to lose anything by
finding it. I
was a pianist. I wasn’t like you—a genius—but some thought I had
talent. Some
thought I could be…great. And I gave it up because I thought I was in
love.”
“I
want to make my own mistakes.”
“I
listen to your music,” Sophia continued, undaunted, “to the passion and
brilliance of it, and I know that you are not ordinary. Don’t you see
that?”
She leaned forward and put her hands on Alexandria’s arms. “You are
brilliant.
Important.” Then she whispered, “Magical. Please don’t throw away this
power.”
“I
won’t. I’ll always play the violin. Even after I die. I’ll play.”
“It’s
not worth it. Let him wait. Please. Don’t leave.”
Sophia
got up from the bed, kissed Alexandria on the forehead, and picked up
the lamp
to leave.
Adamantly
refusing to heed the warnings of Sophia, Alexandria travelled
to the Steppinthrax Monastery to elope with Lucien. Thaddeus Kaine was
warned of the event and went with two soldiers to interrupt the
ceremony and arrest Lucien. He was brought to the Irondune dungeon.
Disconcerted, Alexandria returned to the Frigid River Branch
Conservatory alone. There, on Augur 1, 945, the depressed woman would
manifest her dismay by performing “Descent of Yoruk into Hell.”
With Lucien firmly out of the way, imprisoned within the Irondune
dungeon, the four alchemists hastily finalized their plans for
Alexandria’s sacrifice. Sophia composed letters to at least two of the
alchemists. The first, to Sartorius:
We will meet during the solar eclipse at the Temple of Agrippa.
And the second
to Kaine:
I
think there is only one solution to this mess. We must expedite the
process. It
cannot wait. The next eclipse will be in three day’s time. This is our
only
chance. Do what you must. It cannot wait.
–S
Kaine’s
favorable reply to Sophia:
Ellron
is at my gates, threatening to destroy the little power I have left.
You are
right—we must act now.
Before stating Malveaux’s reply, Malveaux's sickness was getting worse.
When he wrote his reply to Sophia, the further development of his
disease was clearly manifested:
I
have spoken to Dr. Sartorius, and we are both ready. My fevers are
worse, and
now I constantly burn. I have very little time left, and I am ready to
begin my
leap of faith.
THE SACRIFICE (945 GUE)
The
alchemists, dressed in their ceremonial attire, gathered in the dome
room of
the Temple of Agrippa to invoke the Great Eclipse. Sophia restrained
Alexandria, who violently struggled to gain her freedom. Sartorius
forced a
bowl to her lips, steam swirling out of the liquid. She drank and her
eyes
instantly began to droop.
The
four alchemists placed Alexandria upon the altar in the center of the
temple;
an altar which they had personally constructed. She was sitting up, but
only
with the help of Sartorius and Kaine. Sophia made a last brush stroke
through
her dark hair, then set down the brush to take a white veil, which she
placed
over the head of their virgin sacrifice.
Alexandria’s
cloth-covered body was lowered upon the altar. She was sleeping
peacefully. Kaine
held the alchemy book. All gathered around the altar, with their hands
outstretched over her body, except for Malveaux, who raised a
sacrificial
dagger into the air. He began to chant,
“No
generation without corruption.
No
life without death.
The
blackness of putrefaction
Must
precede the whiteness,
As
night precedes day.”
Then
the four alchemists in unison chanted, “Natura, Anima, Spirit of
Perfection.
Purify, Cleanse, Transmute these metals into the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Sophia
closed her eyes, swaying to the sound. The intensity increased.
Sartorius waved
his hands above the altar symbols. The symbols began to spin. The knife
of
Malveaux lifted higher. It hovered for a beat above Alexandria.
Beyond
them, at the top of the stairs leading to the altar, Lucien suddenly
rushed
into the room, crying out, “No!”
But
was too late, for Malveaux drove the dagger into Alexandria, taking the
life of
the young woman. She convulsed. The culmination of their dark ritual
was
finished, and they knew they would soon become immortal creatures.
Just
at the moment when they were becoming empowered, the rage of the
warrior came
to the fore. The chagrinned Lucien, entangled by blind rage ran up to
the altar
and rushed for Malveaux. Easily overtaking the frail monk, he pushed
him
backward. The momentum threw Malveaux back toward the railing that
surrounded
the altar. He fell and was impaled on the shard finial of the banister.
Malveaux
gagged and gasped with the metal piercing entirely through his body.
Sartorius
tried to get away, but quickly spinning around, Lucien picked up a
candle and
flung it at him. Sartorius’ robe caught on fire, engulfing him in
flames. As he
burned, Lucien looked to the altar where Sophia was trying to complete
the
ceremony with Alexandria’s body. He approached her.
In
despair, Sophia muttered with fear, “No, please don’t! No.”
But
Lucien was not sedated. He reached both hands around her neck and
strangled her
beneath her punitive whining, “Noooooo!” Dead, he tossed her to the
floor.
Lucien
looked in anguish at Alexandria, who lay dead with the sacrificial
knife deep
in her chest. Then he looked up across the altar and saw his father
glowering
at him. Yanking the bloody dagger out of Alexandria’s chest, Lucien
turned to
face his father, who contemptuously stood his ground fearlessly placid.
Had
Lucien not been consumed by his terrible bombastic rage, he would have
noticed
that his father was eerily calm. They stared into each other’s eyes,
until Lucien
placed the knife upon his father’s throat for a moment, just as
Thaddeus Kaine
had dared him to do in their previous encounter. But his father did not
wince. He simply lifted his hands in the
air as if in
a state of worship, a martyr pleased to accept his death. And unlike
before,
Lucien stabbed deeply into the throat of his own father and he fell
dead.
Dropping
the knife, Lucien leapt upon the altar, crawling over the lifeless body
of his
beloved Alexandria, and sat over her. His eyes were glued to her and
already
filled with the haunted, hunted look of the Nemesis. He touched her
face, the
lifted up his hands to shield his own as though an invisible entity
were coming
down upon him. And he screamed, “NOOOO!” in a voice that was not his
own, but
hideously demonic—the primal yell of anguished filled the entire temple.
As a result of
the conflict, Lucien, initially a young innocent, was
transformed into the embittered, tortured dark force known as the
Nemesis at the moment he watched all those whom he had trusted plunge a
dagger into his lover’s heart. Though the ceremony was incomplete,
Alexandria’s spirit was dispersed throughout the temple and remained
trapped within.
Four huge glass
sarcophagi beneath the temple dome were created the
moment Lucien murdered the cabal. Because they had been in the midst of
a powerful alchemical ritual, when Lucien plunged the knife into each
of their hearts, their elements (fire, water, earth, air) consumed
them. The Nemesis, realizing that these elements might be important
instruments, ripped their elements essences out of their souls by
unknown magic and placed their souls in the four sarcophagi. Although
Lucien did not know at this time the significance of these substances,
he knew that they were powerful and held the key to some form of
eternal life. He knew they could prove useful in the future. Thus he
kept these elements alive and vibrant, but hidden throughout the temple
where he presumed no one could find them. Lucien was able to keep the
souls of the four alive in their bodies, while maintaining intense
torture for them in an “eternal hell.” Lucien also smashed the four’s
alchemical device and placed the different colored fragments of their
metals in another room of the temple to be studied. Lucien could
implement only two powers—keeping the body of his lover in stasis, and
trapped the souls of the dead cabal in their sarcophagi. Still, he was
unable to find the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone or the Elixir of
Life.
Several entries in Lucien's journal detail his workings with the
alchemists and their elements:
Last day of the Year of the Misuse, I’ve hidden the sources of their powers away from their control. Without them, they are unable to hold back the very elements they used to keep dominion over. (945-12-31)
I
live every day with the reminder of the horror I have inflicted on the
others.
Their crimes were great, and I had to be judge, jury and executioner.
Yet, they
do not succumb to my torture. Sartorius seems the weakest, but even
that
bastard will not break his silence. (undated)
Lucien was
killed by the Second Dungeon Master in 948. Confined as a spirit within the
Temple of Agrippa, the Nemesis did not
cease to expand his knowledge of alchemy in order to resurrect both
himself and his beloved. He continued to inflict grievous tortures upon
the four.
From
their sarcophagi, they will tell me nothing: I have all but ripped
their
throats out, so that is to be expected. How many threats can you use
upon the
dead? It sickens me to live here, a Daemon trapped in a temple. But I
must
finish their work, and fuel my hate with the power of the Quintessence.
(948-11-06)
Now
that I have stolen the four elements—Earth, Air, Fire, and Water—I have
hidden
them in this unholy temple, where they will never be found. I cannot
risk their
discovery, and have employed a great number of deadly lively
machinations to assure their seclusion. (949-02-22)
Some
small progress. I can now link each of my rotting alchemists with their
respective signs. Malveaux has mastered the element of fire—and has
made a
lucrative career of fire-worship along the way. Sartorius, my mad
Doctor, is
Air—precisely because it is largely this element that fills his pompous
brain.
Kaine must have chosen earth, because his head is filled with sod and
his soul
is consumed with earthly things. And Sophia, mistress of the Frigid
River
Conservatory is water—as befits the cold hag.
I have secreted their alchemical
elements
away in the temple, employing, as security, a complicated series of
machinations—the solutions to which I alone know. They will never be
able to
reclaim their powers, or their secret science. They will never be able
to
surpass the nefarious obstacle of the star field. They will rot;
unavenged IN
HELL…
Still, I find myself spending
endless hours
in the lab, with the shades drawn. My work with air has been
frustrating thus
far. I accept the irrefutable precept; that air has no color. I will
keep
working, alone in the dark until I find the best method of
purification. But
make no doubt I will possess the four elements and then the four
metals. I will
find the Quintessence, and forge the Eclipse. There is no hatred
stronger, no
power greater, than that which will be mine. (undated)
It
is more difficult to forge the four alchemical metals than I first
thought. I
have learned, through a painful process of trial and error, that it is
not safe
to keep the elements in their purified form. The four are not so stupid
as they
look; gaining access to their secret laboratories has been a labored
process. I
will go drag a hot poker down Malveaux’s rotting belly and see if he
cries out
something helpful. (949-05-15)
I
am tired of this game. I ransacked Sartorius’ laboratory today, and
while blood
flowed down the halls, I made little progress in my quest for his tin.
I am as
impatient as that stupid spy who thought any fistful of dirt, any drop
of water
– a spark from his fine Accardian cigar, or a mouthful of his foul
breath –
would constitute an element. I must return to my work with elemental
Air. As I
rise up to my lab and pass the twinkling star field, the blue reminds
me of
blue skies, a more peaceable time. But I can remember little of my life
before
the evil descended. Before my bloody rebirth. (949-08-25)
I
ransacked the Doctor’s Asylum today and while I was letting the blood
flow in
his halls, I found a revealing notebook. Earth, Air, Fire and Water.
Tin, Lead,
Copper and Iron. Four are hidden in the Temple. For are not. If I can
recover
them all, I can summon the Quintessence.
But finally it will be wasted
effort if I
cannot discover the fifth element. I have searched many books—but
philosophers
disagree as to the nature of that element. The strongest power in my
universe
is hatred and wrath. There is nothing that cannot be tortured into
existence,
of that, I am certain. (949-08-25)
RESURRECTION OF THE FOUR ALCHEMISTS
A lone female pilgrim made their way to the Temple of Agrippa in
949, where the spirits of the fourl alchemists, Alexandria and
Lucien were still trapped within the temple environment. Their
interactions were
limited. They were able to react to the pilgrim’s stimulation, but went
off on their own dialogue course. The trapped spirits worked in this
fashion because they were imprisoned in another dimension. Certain
enchanted objects were able to invoke them, but they were not
completely free. With horror, she learned that the souls of the four
alchemists
were entrapped in grotesque stone crypts in the temple dome room. When
she first encountered the alchemists, they had almost no powers. They
were trapped and tortured souls whose very spirits were being drained
and sapped by Lucien. They claimed to have been entombed by a vengeful
half-human creature they called the Nemesis. The four said that without
her help, they would perish. She was their only chance of salvation.
The pilgrim also learned that if she did not assist these trapped
souls, she would suffer the same miserable fate. Each made enigmatic
request in turn to search the temple for their alchemical element that
would restore their strength so they could be freed from their
suffering. Fire belonged to Malveaux, air to Sartorius, earth to
Thaddeus Kaine, and water to Sophia. Afterward, the souls could only
speak in gasps unless their life elements were brought to them.
To retrieve these elements, the pilgrim solved a series of puzzles
within the Temple of Agrippa, enabling her to retrieve each of the four
elements. As the each of the four elements was unearthed from their
hiding places deep inside the dark recesses of the temple, each one was
placed upon the temple alter where they became fused to it and could
not be removed. In turn, the souls of the alchemists were temporarily
revived. Each related a corrupted version of their story, donning the
role of an innocent and staging the Nemesis to have been evil from the
start. They also wore facades of regret and shed false tears of
repentance for their acts of involving Lucien and Alexandria, which
resulted in their murders at the hands of the Nemesis. Once all four
were helped, the Nemesis awakened.
Dressed in a hooded robe that obscured, but did not hide his face, the
Nemesis strangled Sartorius’ soul with a bolt of lighting before
preparing to murder the pilgrim with a ball of fire from his
fingertips. The alchemists marshaled their meager elemental powers and
drove him away at the last minute, but he promised that he would
return. The four captives told more of their distorted tale and
implored her to travel to each of their homelands to forge the four
powerful alchemical metals which would bring each of their souls to
life and allow her to escape from the Nemesis’ clutches.
Their powers were still weak, and the souls of the alchemists
dematerialized, leaving behind a sphere of pure gold. She use it to
operate the temple orrery and transport herself to each of the four
alchemists' "worlds." These
were Steppinthrax Monastery, Gray Mountains Asylum, Castle Irondune,
and the Frigid River Branch Conservatory. Each of the alchemists hid
their practice of alchemical magic, Lucien
and Alexandria’s forbidden love affair, and their larger conspiracy in
a quest for eternal life. The metals were hidden from the Nemesis, and
thus it took much effort for the pilgrim to discover and forge each
character’s metal (a purified object that represented each of their
contributions to the alchemical table).
In the process, she learned of the narrative that occurred in each of
the abandoned environments through flashbacks and hallucinations. The
spaces were surreal and strange, haunted by the still smoldering souls
of the dead inhabitants and vibrant with memories of past events. When
she touched certain powerful objects in each of the buildings, she
released the energy and memories they contained. Sometimes these
memories were forthright, but most were strange and disjointed,
providing snippets of events she had to put together. She also heard
audio hallucinations or fragments of conversations and events that took
place long ago. Through these mechanisms, she was able to put together
the past relationship of Alexandria and Lucien and the evil cabal.
After returning each metal, the alchemists felt as though they had been
freed from debilitating torture of their earlier state. It was only
after the pilgrim had found and transmuted each of the four purified
metals and correctly arranged them on the temple altar, that the
alchemists became enfleshed creatures will full alchemical powers. When
she placed the fourth and final metal object upon the altar, she was
flung backward as if she had been blown into the closest behind the
altar. The doors slammed shut. When she opened the doors, she saw the
four alchemists standing by the altar with their sarcophagi splintered
and cracked apart.
Before her, hovering in space was a strangely luminescent liquid in a
crystal vial. The four urged the pilgrim to quickly drink the so-called
Elixir of Life, else they would all perish. Having experienced enough
of the hallucinations within their homelands, and having unraveled the
mysteries of the alchemical schemes, she already did not trust the
four. When she refused to swallow the poison, they realized that she
was not as stupid as they thought.
Hoping to repay Lucien with an even greater extreme of torture than he
had permitted them to suffer, they summoned the Nemesis. He appeared,
trapped in a glowing, alchemical force field. Lucien was enraged at
what the pilgrim had done by resurrecting the four alchemists. Hoping
that she may in fact be able to redeem herself, Lucien tossed a golden
ring from his finger to her. As he did so, the pilgrim was thrown
backward out of the temple dome room and into the cloister.
When she touched the ring, she received a hallucination of the death of
Alexandria. All suspicions were thoroughly confirmed. The four souls
that she thought were allies were really her enemies. Lucien, the
Nemesis, was truly anguished. Dead was only a physical state, and like
all metal in alchemy, may be transformed. The Circle had used this
pilgrim in a last ditch effort to complete the ceremony Lucien
interrupted so many years ago and made another try at eternal life. The
eclipse that would be perfect for the sun and moon to join and their
eternity to open drew near.
In the final confrontation between the evil alchemists, the pilgrim had
to use everything she had learned about alchemy. Descending into an
enormous subterranean world beneath the temple, she searched for
Lucien’s and Alexandria’s metals of gold and silver. Using the proper
techniques in unison with the mystical and archaic devices in the inner
sanctum below, she forged the two metals into one—into the quintessence.
When she returned to the temple dome room, the alchemists were standing
around the altar, chanting. The translucent, shimmering soul of
Alexandria levitated above the altar’s center. As the eclipse drew
towards its completion, the ceiling rent asunder and its shadowy form
appeared in the sky above the altar space. At the moment that the
eclipse formed, she tossed the quintessence towards the altar. In
midair, a blast of light from above struck the infinity symbol and
reflected into the four sarcophagi. The alchemists, realizing too late
what she had done, screamed as they and their sarcophagi exploded in a
blast of wind, fire, water, and earth. The process, with its permanent
destruction of the four alchemists, in
turn fully restored both Lucien and Alexandria to the flesh.
OTHER NOTES/TRIVIA:
In an early newspaper report, was a review of Sophia’s performance. There were nice words about her appearance and style but the reviewer gave her negative comments about her playing.