Part 1: A Grim Negotiation
Grim was getting really tired of the continual cycle of violence and death. He decided to try something different this time. Maybe the forces in the harbor would listen to reason. If not, the others would show up and level the place like always. And with those thoughts running thru his head, he set out for the Harbor. Riding on a summoned True Nightmare, his mind turned to what he should bring Bliss next time he visited her, wondering if she would like a True nightmare of her own as a mount.
Approaching the Harbor, Grim dismounted and dismissed the Nightmare. No point in it suffering, if I have made a mistake, he thought to himself. Walking toward the entrance, He raised his voice, “Hello, My name is Grim the Bastard. I’m hear to have a word with being in charge here.”
The Cambion who met him led him through the minimalist defenses that the Sea Kings had set up. Grim noticed a strange smell of oil in the air, possibly petrol? He wondered. Then his keen eyes picked up trap after trap set up around the camp. He had not seen traps this elaborate since the K’ias Wars.
In fact Grim suddenly became worried for the challenges they would be facing in the future. If their enemies were taking this much time and care in their set-up the usual run in guns blazing philosophy would do little except lead to a quick death for all.
As Grim passed the hostages, he saw they were all lean looking. A few had obvious signs of frost-bite. Grim watched as the Cambions drenched them in the same foul smelling oil. The Cambions took no joy in their work. Their blue faces were sullen, long compartmentalized beyond being the present pain suffered by the victims of their master.
Grim walked up into the office where the Illuminated Tiordane waited. Tiordane said, “Welcome Grim of Jemison Post. I have been told many a great thing about you from the Rurik Scepter.”
The Illuminated opened his hand revealing the Scepter in his hand. He spun it a few times, watching Grim’s eyes go wide.
“The K’ias Emperor Mar’un’ga wanted this Scepter to see the future,” said Tiordane with a dismissive tone, “But the problem of the Rurik Scepter is it does not show you the future. It shows you the Warmonger’s version of that future, and will guide you to it…if you believe it is your true fate.”
“But Rurik was no servant of Warmonger, and the Usurper that possessed him and this Scepter, usurps all power, even the Warmonger’s. So if you know that it shows you the warmonger future…it gives you an advantage.
I alone know the Quall-Avatar is doomed to betray my people. If he succeeds in stealing the body of the End of Worlds Dragon, then he will consume this planet as his first meal. An end to my family and their families. Yes there would be other Illuminated on other planets, but I do not care about them…
If the Quall-Avatar fails in his campaign it will kill countless of my people in his wasted effort.
Neither is a good idea for my people.”
“Well that is good,” said Grim, “Because I came to make a deal. Your withdrawl and all the prisoners you have taken out front. In exchange for the prisoners we took at the mine.”
“The Bestial?” asked Tiordane.
“Yes,” said Grim, “Yours for ours.”
“A Bestial has no value in our society, and while this particular one was a good overseer, I would be a laughing stock to my people. No…I need a real prisoner exchange. These people out front for the Bestial AND Ikuz Drella. A few handfuls of slave-stock for an Illuminated Captain, now that shows me as a wise negotiator.
And will prevent Unixah from taking my head for failure when I leave this place.
Before you decide…take hold of that Scepter and see the Warmonger’s Future…”
Grim lifted the Scepter, waiting for any element of treachery.