Thaddeus, Elizabeth, Lucien, 920 (A) Lucien Profile, circa 945 (A) / (B) / (C) Lucien at Alexandria's performance, 943 (A) The Painting of Alexandria, 944 (A) / (B) The Sword, 944 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E) Lucien and Alex meet behind stage, 945 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) The Wedding, 945 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E) The Sacrifice, 945 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) (E) / (F) / (G) / (H) / (I) / (J) Lucien as the Thief, 947~8 (A) / (B) / (C) Lucien killed by 2nd DM (A) / (B) / (C) The Nemesis vs. Alchemists #1, 949 (A) / (B) The Nemesis vs. Alchemists #2, 949 (A) Lucien & Alexandria escape temple (A) Lucien & Alexandria Restored (A) / (B) Lucien's gold ring Lucien's known paintings: Rib Tickler The Promise Icarus The Daydream (on display at Conservatory) The Prince Enters the Forest (3+ panels) Long-Eared Fairy Lucien and Alexandria Alexandria Wolfe (partially burned) Sketch of the Four Alchemists |
Our
love would have lasted forever;
we swore this to each other.
But
they lied to us, cheated us, and
finally took her away from me,
bent
on using her, wrecking her like
a replaceable cog in the sick
machinery of their experimentation.
-Lucien
Kaine, 948 GUE
Dear
father,
I’ve
met someone and for the first time in months I feel optimistic about
the
future. I sleep. I dream. His name is Lucien Kaine, and he is the one
person,
except for you, who seems to understand my music. When around him I
don’t have
to apologize for who I am or what I believe. I’ve finally found my
kindred
spirit, as you always promised I would.
Be
happy for me!
your
Alexandria.
Thaddeus
Kaine forcibly forbade that his son have any contact with Alexandria,
though he knew that Lucien would not be swayed. When he was unable to
rein Lucien, he requested the help of Dr. Erasmus Sartorius, addressing
him in a fictitious manner that defied their cordial relationship:
Dr.
I am writing concerning an uncomfortable matter. My son, Lucien, has
been
behaving strangely. It appears he is infatuated with Alexandria and
nothing I
say or do can deter him. He is close to fanatical about the
subject—spends days
in a room painting her image over and over. He is obsessed. We have
never had
any such behavior in the Kaine family and I am unclear how to handle
him. If
his mother were still alive, she would know how to handle matters of
the heart.
As for myself, I have no solution. Please I ask for your help and
recommendations.
I
conducted a careful examination of Lucien and have found that he is a
deeply
troubled man who most likely should be institutionalized and subject to
my
ecstatic-shock therapy. The sooner you bring him, the more likely we
will be
able to stop his deviant obsessions.
Sartorius.
By the way, thank you for your generous donation. Finally I meet someone from the community who understands true brilliance.
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.
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
Lucien,
I
love you. Have I written you that today? I’m distracted and playing
quite
horribly. I have been having nightmares again, the same ones. My father
is
performing some Zorkastrian fire ritual, and the flames leap up, higher
and
higher, until they devour him. He screams in pain but I cannot move.
Then the
sky grows dark and I cannot see the sun. I don’t know what it means. I
know I
worry as his illness worsens. Come tonight. I am afraid.
Alexandria
CONFLICTS BETWEEN FATHER AND SON
(944 GUE)
Thaddeus Kaine diligently and ferociously tried numerous ventures to
force his son Lucien away from Alexandria. Hoping that his son would
grew up to be as fierce and ambitious on the battlefield as himself,
his attempts centered around either provoking Lucien to rage or to
persuade him into joining in his battles against Ellron. In an undated
letter found at the Frigid River Branch Conservatory, Lucien shares his
feelings with Alexandria, how Thaddeus had tried to keep them apart:
Alexandria,
I
paint, I write, I draw and I miss you. My father wants me to join his
army in
their fight against the Enchanter’s Guild and Ellron. He’s been our
nemesis for
so long, I feel I know him intimately. Magic, powers and politics, When
did
they get so complicated and corrupt? My father says he fights in the
name of
honor and truth. No truth I know of. Medicine, Education, Law and
Religion:
they mean nothing to me. My only trust is you and your music.
Lucien
Although Lucien had perpetrated no deed that robbed Alexandria of her
virginity, Thaddeus sought to invoke his son’s rage with slanderous
accusations. On that certain day, Lucien was in his bedroom in the
process of painting a beautiful and erotically charged portrait of
Alexandria.
Kaine
entered, approaching his son and examined the
painting. Lucien sat, jaw clenched, daring for his father to speak.
“Is
this your imagination or your memory?” Kaine
inquiring of the painting.
Lucien
hesitated. Kaine figured he had made the
right conclusion. He “hemmed.”
“The
archbishop would take a very dim view of your
bedding his daughter.”
“I
want to marry her,” Lucien returned.
Kaine
had amused indifference. “An orphan, without a
name?”
“She
can have mine.”
Though
speaking in a tone of camaraderie, Kaine knew
he was being ugly in the subtext. “Let me ask you something. It was
easy, am I
right? She gave herself to you? It was even her idea, perhaps?”
The
slur his father put on her character angered
Lucien. If this had been anyone but his father… His voice was menacing.
“Don’t
talk about her like that.”
“Go
ahead, amuse yourself, if you must. For
Godsakes, be discreet.”
He
turned passionate, threatening.
“But
remember this,” Kaine added. “She will never
have your name.”
Lucien proceeded to finish the painting. This was just one of the many
he would paint of Alexandria. One of them, an erotic and blazing sketch
of himself and her with their naked bodies entwined, he sent to her
once it was completed. In the meantime, Lucien would also attempt to
sabotage his father’s campaign against Ellron. One of these acts
included the theft of gunpowder. Kaine was not originally aware that
his missing supplies were due to the defiance of his own son,as can be
seen in this undated letter found at Castle Irondune:
Captain,
I
am missing twenty sacks of gunpowder. How can I defeat my enemies
abroad when
Irondune itself is not secure? Look into it.
Kaine
I
don’t know what to make of Lucien’s odd behavior—painting pictures of
naked
women and then hiding them on his own easel.
He’s
becoming a man, with a
man’s
freewill. But what of my missing gunpowder and supplies? Am I to
tolerate
insurrection in the name of my son’s independence?
It
seems as if he wants
nothing better
than to irritate me. Much more of this and I will be forced to send him
to his
mother in Antharia.
When
Lucien was unyielding to his father’s demands to join with him against
Ellron and the Enchanters, the angered Thaddeus scorned his son. While
the following event is not dated more precisely than the year, it may
have been in response to Lucien’s failure to obey the draft notice
which had been issued on Mage 5, 944:
DRAFT
NOTICE
This
is to certify that:
Lucien
Kaine
By
the powers vested by the Authority of Syovar, General of the Royal
Quendoran
Army, you are hereby drafted into the ranks of the Military forces of
the
Desert River Regiment.
General
Thaddeus Kaine,
Desert
River Regiment
Lucien
sat in a corner near the fireplace of the
Irondune ballroom sketching a violent scene. Thaddeus, dressed in
battle gear,
approached his son. In one scabbard on Kaine’s waist was a sword, in
another
short scabbard also hung a dagger. He pulled the sword from the
scabbard and offered
it to Lucien.
“Take
it.”
Lucien
continued to paint without even glancing at
his father, faintly indicating “no”.
In
disgust, Kaine threw Lucien’s sword to the
ground. “You should be with me. You belong by my side.”
Lucien
painted calmly, eyes still intently pinned
away from his father.
“Children
draw pictures. Men fight.”
There
was still no response from Lucien.
With
greater disgust, Kaine spoke outright, “If you
didn’t sleep with the archbishop’s daughter, I wouldn’t even know you
were a
man.”
Lucien
was riled. He raised his eyes to his
father’s. “I don’t want you to talk about her.”
Kaine
was amused at the anger that had ignited in
his son. He sought to fan it further, “Who? Your whore? Maybe I’ll try
her
myself.”
Unable
to contain his rage in spite of his father’s
heavy insults, Lucien leapt to his feet, knocking over his easel. He
grabbed
the dagger from Kaine’s belt as he knocked him to the floor. He forced
the
blade to his father’s throat, pinning him down.
“Finish,”
Kaine demanded, in a commingling of anger
and fear.
“Father,
I’m…” The shocked Lucien could barely force
the words through his mouth.
Ashamed
at himself, he relaxed the weapon, but Kaine
put his hand to the dagger tip, keeping it held in place. The father
showed his
teeth in a wolfish smile.
“I
said, finish it!”
Kaine pressed the dagger into his own flesh, drawing blood. But Lucien, fighting against the desire to lash out as his father, withdrew the dagger from his throat, got up and walked away. Kaine was left on the floor, panting for breath, still gripping the sword at his side.
Lucien,
I
have decided that you will be joining me on the hunt next week. I think
you
will come to appreciate the art of the sport. We don’t have much time
to
prepare. You don’t seem to have any kind of knife of your own, so I
thought you
might make something of my old broken one. There’s no scabbard for
it—any empty
one will do.
Kaine
…it’s
just that I don’t understand your relationship with your father. If you
don’t
believe in Kaine’s wars, if you won’t fight his battles, just tell him.
Don’t
sabotage his campaign against Ellron, and don’t steal from him. He is a
good
man, who has raised a good son. You must know he loves you, as do I,
your
devoted.
Alexandria.
DECISION TO MARRY (944~5)
While Malveaux and Sophia attempted vainly to further urge Alexandria
away from the "trouble youth", Lucien began to grow suspicious of his
father. Thus he proposed to secretly leave the Eastlands with
Alexandria (944-12-12):
Alexandria—
There
is something going on with my father. I thought it was something to do
with
Thaddium and his battles with Ellron. Now I suspect it is far more
dangerous
than that. He says little of his latest invention, only that it
involves pure
lead—and it is very dangerous. My father would not harm us, but I fear
he
cannot save us either. You once said you wanted to explore the Empire,
voyage
across the Great Sea. Come with me.
Lucien
Lucien,
I
discovered M. Sophia has a secret lab. I heard the five sacred notes
and looked
in to see her boiling some green crystals. What do you make of it?
Alexandria
And:
Alexandria—
I
will meet you behind the stage tomorrow at midnight. I think I have
discovered
something strange.
Lucien
L-
Meet
me behind the backdrops at midnight. I think I have found something
that may
shed some light on the Director’s strange goings-on.
-A
Another likely unsent letter, as it was found crumpled on the floor of
Thaddeus Kaine’s bedroom in Irondune:
Alexandria,
we must get out of here. I don’t know what is going on but I believe my
father
is involved. I don’t know what they want…
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.
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.
Father,
You
are the only one I can confide in. The girls here are gossipy and
jealous. They
think I am strange—and I must say, I agree. I don’t fit in here. I have
tried
over and over to play the sappy and boring music they find fitting. I
have
tried to be sweet, I have tried to care—but I don’t. There is something
strange
going on and I have to get out of here. It is best. Lucien wants to
marry me.
And I want to marry him. Please understand that this is right for me. I
know
that you will. We will come to you at the next full moon. Marry us and
give us
your blessing for the future. I know your concern for “purity of the
spirit”
but remember, not all of us are destined to marry Yoruk and live in a
Monastery.
A.
You
are right. Something is going on. We must leave. I wrote Father,
telling him
everything and asking him to marry us. Father will miss me, but he’ll
understand. We will escape to the Westlands. I’m not frightened,
Lucien; I know
everything will be all right, if I am with you. Does that sound
childish? I’ve
never felt more a woman—and I am, as always,
your
Alexandria
While
there is no cause to be alarmed, I do believe that Lucien may be
planning to elope
with Alexandria. He left me a note alluding to his leaving and he has
been
suspicious as of late.
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
Regardless
that they still had much to prepare, the four feared that they would
not be able to keep Lucien from sullying Alexandria and could not wait
any longer. They met at the Temple of Agrippa to accelerate the
schedule for Alexandria’s sacrifice to coincide with an upcoming
partial eclipse.
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.
That
night, Malveaux stood with
Alexandria and Lucien in the cathedral of the Monastery, unaware fully
of the
conspiracy transpiring around them. Besides the three, the room was
bare of
occupants. The couple’s beaming faces glistened with love for one
another.
Neither was dressed in anything expensive for the wedding—both suits
proclaimed
casual formality and nothing of glamour. Lucien was in his normal
garments,
while the black dress and flowers of Alexandria reflected the haste
with which
their plans were made, as well as her strange imagination. Malveaux
gripped a
holy book in one hand.
Alexandria
had a moment of intimacy
with Malveaux, while Lucien waited at the altar. She teased him, much
like when
she was but a young girl. “Today you’re my father and my priest. You
have to
give me away, and then you have to marry me.”
Malveaux
seemed distracted as though
his mind was possessed by other things and that she was a little
annoying.
“Alexandria, your mind is always working…”
She
kissed his cheek and then joined
Lucien. He grasped her left hand with both of his.
“This
is an extraordinary day,”
Alexandria spoke, radiantly jubilant.
“As
befits my extraordinary child.”
Malveaux took his place before the two at the front of the cathedral.
Then,
opening his book, he continued, “Now… It’s time for us to begin. Under
the fire
of Yoruk...”
Suddenly
the doors burst open. The
shout of Thaddeus Kaine reverberated throughout the vast cathedral.
“No, I
think actually it’s time for all this to finally end.”
Turning,
the couple spied Lucien’s
father marching into the room, flanked by two Irondune soldiers. They
walked
briskly towards the front. Kaine gestured and the two soldiers
apprehended the
befuddled Lucien, who could only reply almost stunned, “What are you
doing?”
“You’re
being arrested,” Kaine
returned coldly, and disturbingly placid.
“For
what?”
As
the two soldiers dragged Lucien
before his father, wide-eyed Alexandria protested hysterical, “Leave
him
alone!”
Without
much of a struggle, Lucien
broke free from the soldiers and adamantly stated, “I’m not going
anywhere.”
Kaine
wordlessly retaliated with a
strong slap across Lucien’s face. The two soldiers again restrained
Lucien and
ushered him forcibly towards the doorway.
Alexandria
shouted, “Please, stop!!
Leave him alone. Lucien!!” Dauntless, she tried to run after Lucien,
but Kaine
blocked her with his big body. She stared directly into the eyes of the
stringent, ill-tempered man and straightforwardly asked, “Why are you
doing
this?”
Countering
with an icy,
unsympathetic stare that pierced the depths of her soul, Kaine set his
back to
her and tromped down the hallway without explanation.
Turning
around, Alexandria yelled,
“Father, help me!” But Malveaux had vanished. Desperately she looked
around the
room. Confused and betrayed, she could barely force the words past her
numbing
lips, “Father!?”
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.” Lucien Kaine was imprisoned with the Irondune dungeon while the four alchemists, knowing that they could not wait, finalized and expedited their plans to sacrifice Alexandria during the solar eclipse at the Temple of Agrippa. And thus the alchemists set out to abduct Alexandria. Her body was useless; it was her spirit that they required.
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.
Immense
scars and patches of burnt land are visible with alarming frequency, as
if the
Implementors have tormented the province with an unceasing series of
lightning
strikes and fire storms. Giant corbies circle overhead menacingly,
already
waiting for me to collapse in exhaustion. This is no place for the
living.
It
is clear to me now that the Vice Regent’s order to make all of the
eastern
provinces outside of his control into forbidden territory was a wise
decision. It
is doubtful to me if even Syovar the Strong would be able to defeat the
force
that has taken control of this land. What that force might be, whether
it truly
is a curse, or simply the latest terrorist tactic of the Enchanters’
Guild, I
still have no idea. Moreover, since the fall of the empire, all of
these lands
have been devastated by famine and barbarian invasions of the worst
kind. It
would be a wasted effort for Syovar to attempt to recapture these
territories
in hopes of restoring the Great Underground Empire… Civilized life will
never
again thrive in these territories, but the reasons are much deeper than
we had
ever feared. Some sort of evil spirit has come to reside…
While
no one knew during those days that
Lucien Kaine was the cause behind the devastation, many believed that
the
curses were signs of the Enchanters’ Guild gaining the upper hand
against
Syovar’s Kingdom of Zork:
Are
the recently evacuated “Forbidden Lands” really cursed? Or is Regent
Syovar
simply becoming paranoid, now that the Enchanters’ Guild composes the
first
substantial challenge to his political supremacy? The theory of the
curse seems
legitimated by the dark series of earthquakes, draughts, missing
persons, and
general ill-humor of the inhabitants of the region following the Great
Eclipse.
Though the Guild denies responsibility for any black magic in the
region, the
disappearance of General Kaine from Irondune suggests political
conspiracy. And
since we all know the trolls, orcs, and gnomes of the Flathead
Mountains are only
waiting for the slightest hint of civil strife to stake their own claim
to that
corner of the Empire, the clock is ticking on the Forbidden Lands.
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)
I
tried to contact Dr. Vexing about the meaning of the Alchemy plate
symbols. He
told me that all symbols have meanings in alchemy, and that everyone is
controlled by the orientation of these symbols. He could not, however,
tell me
more of use. The man is nearly deaf and blind, a condition that I feel
describes perfectly my search for answers. (945-02-03)
I've
learned of four key steps used in Alchemy: Sublimation, distillation,
calcification and coagulation. I know there is more to be found.
Something is
missing, some vital step. (undated)
However,
I haven't found any creature knowledgeable in the black arts. A wizard
may be
somewhere underground, but I have yet to find him. Other treasure
hunters have
discovered the ruins, and I’ve had to kill them to protect my
belongings.
For
sixty-five years now the Dungeon Master had fiercely guarded every
entrance to
the old underground realms, insisting that no one would enter until the
time
was right. Not even Syovar, the rightful heir to the empire, had been
allowed
to enter until recently. Why the Dungeon Master would let this young
Lucien run
around down there made little sense indeed.
As
the thief,
Lucien was a slippery character with beady eyes that flitted back and
forth supiciously. While wandering around the Dungeon of Zork, the
tall, lean and hungry-looking man carried, along with an unmistakable
arrogance, a large bag over his shoulder and a vicious-looking
stiletto, whose blade was aimed menacingly in the direction of any
intruder, proclaiming that the bag would only be taken over his dead
body.
Rumored never to have been seen by the light of day, this seedy-looking
individual liked to take things. Since he stole for pleasure rather
than profit and was somewhat sadistic, he only took things which other
adventurers had seen. Although he preferred valuables, sometimes in his
haste he took something which was worthless. From time to time, he
examined his take and discarded objects which he did not like. He
occasionally stopped in a room which other adventurers had been
visiting, but more often he just wandered through and ripped them off
(he was a skilled pickpocket). All of his treasures were deposited in a
large chamber whose east wall was solid granite.
Although Lucien was skillful with the blade, he did at times determine
discretion to be the better part of valor, and decided to terminate
little contretemps, using his knowledge of the underground passageways
to ambush his victim at a more convenient time. Being a man of superior
breeding, randomly refrained from attacking a helpless opponent, but on
most occassions, being essentially a pragmatist, forgot his genteel
upbringing and dispatched his defenseless adversaries as a threat to
his livelihood.
Thus the thief caused a great amount of trouble, up to and often including death, for many adventurers who tried to map out the Great Underground Empire. But oddly, he still warned other adventurers of dangerous pitfalls, such this barely legible (although done in very elegant copperplate) letter which he set before a passage that at once time connected his treasure room to the Royal Puzzle:
To
Whom It May Concern:
I regret to report that the rumors
regarding treasure contained
in
the chamber to which
this passage leads have no basis in fact.
Should
you nevertheless
be sufficiently foolhardy to enter, it will be quite
impossible
for you to
exit.
Sincerely yours,
The Thief
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)