Friday 9 October 2020

A Decidedly Disastrous Day

 

A Decidedly Disastrous Day
by David J. Leonard

“I am not what you see and hear.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

Her silver hair glared...

            She started as a brilliant ball of radiance ignited, revealing the orb from which it sprang, the staff upon which it clutched, and the ivory profile of the elven maid who held it. Her silver hair glared under its bloom, but not as fiercely as her amber eyes.
“What did you do?” the elf shrieked.
“Nothing!” she said.
The elf stood even more erect, if that were possible, and dealt her a withering stare.
“Okay,” she admitted. “I touched that colourful black mirror.”
“I told you not to touch anything.”
“You said it wasn’t magic!”
The elf straightened further still. “It isn’t.”
“Then how dangerous could touching it be?” she snapped.
The elf tilted her head towards the door which had slid into the once open space.
Point taken.
Panicked, she looked about, but could see little beyond their meager patch of illumination, except the flickering lightning that flashed in the middle distance. It was not lightning, though. It lacked its hue, and the bitter tang of its aftermath.
            We wouldn’t be in this mess if with weren’t for that
, she thought. Look, it said. Here’s something you’ve never seen before, it said. So what did they do? They crept closer to the strange, smooth rock wall, and spied a tunnel leading to an impossible sight, lightning in the depths of a mountain. They had never seen its like, either. It ran straight and true, as an arrow might fly, and as far. At the tunnel’s end, the flashes revealed another passage crossing it. Their curiosity got the better of them and they stepped inside. They shouldn’t have. They should have retreated and gathering the rest of their party. But, curiosity, and all that.
Upon entering, their boots brushed a curiously flat floor. They bent to touch it. Even palaces could not boast such a floor. It was metal, by the look of it. But not. It was pale, a creamy white in the sunlight streaming in at their backs; not the grey and black expected of tempered steel or wrought iron. No matter; whatever it was, it was just as hard.
And it hummed.
Her hand snapped back, even as her fingertips brushed it. Her companion’s lingered longer, pressing her palm upon it.
That was when she saw the little mirror imbedded in a wall that was as flat as the floor. She should never have touched it; she knew as much even as she had. It was such a rookie move. But, curiosity, and all that.
And now they were trapped.
“What if I touch it again?” she said.
“Lu, no!”
Before the elf could stop her, Lu reached out and touched the glossy black surface, exactly where she had the first time.
Nothing happened. There was no resulting hiss of air, no vibration, no change, whatsoever. The door remained as sealed as it had been moments before. She sighed. It wouldn’t be that easy, would it?
“Let me try,” the elf said.
She said her words and a lilac wisp of what one might call smoke caressed the door, seeping into the seams, seeking out what lock or magic might be holding it shut. A moment passed.
The elf shook her head. “It’s not locked,” she said, “and it’s not magic, either. Can you pry it open?”
...her pale skin, her crinkly blonde hair...
For the love of...!
“Not a chance,” Lu said, indicating the closeness of the join. “This black glass is the key, somehow,” she said, studying it as she wished she had earlier. That’s the smoothest glass I’ve ever seen, she thought. She could see her pale skin, her crinkly blonde hair that defied brush and comb, her curious, sparkling violet eyes as clear as day, despite the blinking colours and the inexplicable sigils which danced across it.
What’s this? She fingered a slotted groove to one side of it. She fished a filament wire out of her toolkit and probed it. It was as flawless as its surface. She unsheathed her knife.
A light touch restrained her hand. “Just because it’s not magical doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous,” the elf said, her concern obvious to any who had spent any time with the Greys.
“It’s not trapped, Ce,” Lu said, trying to set the elf at ease.
The elf did not release her hand.
“We don’t know anything about this place,” Ce said. “Remember the huge shell of a man we found buried to its chest?”
“What of it?”
“It too had glass displaying these strange sigils and lights. Remember how it lurched when Mazirian pressed on the levers within?”
“We have to do something, unless you want to spend the rest of your days in this place.”
Ce’s expression remained the same.
“Fine,” Lu said, shaking her head, “I’ll look at the door, for all the good it’ll do.”
She ran her fingers up the centre join, then round the arch from ceiling to floor. She would never be able to get her filament wire into it, let alone the lip of her pry bar. It came out of here, eyeing the spot where the “door” met the wall. She cast a glance over her shoulder at a similar arch a short distance away. Another door? Is this an atrium? She crossed the presumed atrium and found another of those little black mirrors to either side of the arch. She bent to look at the first.
“Wanna try it?”
Ce cast a withering look of disapproval.
“Just kidding.”
“Could the groove be for a key of some sort?” Ce asked.
Lu shrugged. It was as good a guess as any. But would they recognize such a key even if they saw one?
She loaded her crossbow and started down the corridor.
“Where are you going?” Ce asked.
Lu shrugged. “To find another way out. Or a key. Anything is better than standing around here. Are you coming?”
Ce nodded.
They thought on where a way out might be, picturing the prolate that towered over the rocks it rose from. Whatever it was, it had been there a very long time. The slopes were treed and shrubbed, a tangle of old growth which spoke of centuries. Yet nothing grew into it; the least bit of digging was proof of that. The prolate was not entirely smooth, either. Lines crisscrossed its surface, hinting at what might be a door higher up. But it was also a dozen or so feet above the nearest rock shelf, difficult to reach, if at all. And what with an open “door” so close to the ground, there had been no need to try.
Until now.
They made their way within, passing a door here and there, but all were as impervious to entry as the first. Lu prowled ahead to the furthest extent of Ce’s spell. She pressed her back to the wall and risked a glance both ways. The corridor turned up from where she hid at either end, debris strewn about, if thicker against the walls.
A Corridor, Dull and Dark
She looked up at the source of their dilemma, a sputtering band the width of a broad sword, bisecting the length of the corridor. It buzzed, nattering as would insects in the dead of night. Its mate led back where they came, but it was dull and dark. Dead.
Ce entered the strange light, a blue-bathed statue set a foot or two nearer with each reveal.
“Curious,” Ce said, once she came abreast with Lu, her eyes uplifted to the flickering band.
“Yeah,” Lu said. Praise be to We Jas, she scowled, her praise little more than a curse. She could see, but the light lacked the warmth of sunlight, even the soul of moonshine, and its flashing brought on vertigo. It had trapped them, too.

            A brushing, a scrape cut through the nattering. Lu risked another glance in its direction, and saw a most curious sight: A creature, no taller than two or three feet, had appeared, and was gaping back at her. Its head sprouted a tangle of grass and leaves, its shoulders, abdomen, and limbs fringed with the same. More disturbing were the thorn-like claws that rasped, tapped, and scraped the floor.
Rat-a-tat-tat! Screech!
It bared its teeth and bolted, disappearing from one frame to the next, the only evidence of it ever having been was the fast fading scrabbling of its retreat.
“What the fuck,” Lu whispered.
“It didn’t look friendly,” Ce said. “We’d best be away before it returns.”
They rounded the opposite corner to where the creature had appeared and disappeared, stepping lightly betwixt the tangle of torn cloth, shards of metal, and an array of mysterious objects, the like of which neither had ever seen before.
A rectangular card of leaded glass caught Lu’s eye. Glossy, black glass.
“What’s this?” she said. She reached for it. “And this?” She spied another, identical to the first, but this one was orange.
She stepped over the wreckage to the closest door when she noted it too had a little mirror of black glass to the right of it. With the same notched groove at its side. She slid the jet-black card into its jet-black groove.
The door slid into the wall with an audible hiss, startling her. Light burst from the ceiling within, revealing a mummified corpse on a horizontal slab jutting from the wall. Lu leapt back. She fired her bolt into it. Ce slipped a hand into one of the pouches sewn into her belt.
The corpse remained where it lay. After a moment’s hesitation, they stepped into stale air that lacked the taint of decay. It had been dead for quite some time.
A quick search of its chamber revealed odd pieces of junk amid its tumble of furniture. These people must have been rich! She had never seen so much metal and glass. Everything appeared to be made of them or a sort of hard, pliable ceramic. A further search revealed an odd assortment of silky-smooth clothing in a tiny room within, what must have served as a chest or an armoire, and banks of drawers that sprang out of the walls when pressed. Even the cloth, the sheets and clothing, were made of such stuff she had never held in hand. Lastly, there were more of those leaded glass cards of disparate sizes atop an otherwise vacant tabletop. Touching them brought those strange sigils to its surface.
“I believe this is writing,” Ce declared.
As good a guess, as any, Lu thought.
Ce muttered a phrase and she pinched some soot and salt between her fingers. The tablet glowed. Her eyes sparkled and darted left to right. She tapped the surface. And tapped it again. The sigils changed with each tapping.
“It’s a book,” she said. “It tells of travelling between the stars.”
Lu leaned in to gaze at it, despite her inability to make the least sense of it. “Between the stars?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
A distant rustling reached their ears, growing louder with each passing moment. They exchanged a glance. Their little friend had returned with more of its kind.
“Shit,” Lu said. She retrieved her crossbow and exiting the room, Ce on her heels. They turned left, away from the rustling, and left again at the first corner which afforded them distance from the rapidly growing riot of clacking and scratches. All too soon, they realized they were in a dead end. Lu turned back the way they came.
Their little friend had indeed returned. Rat-a-tat-tat, he beat upon the floor. Another arrived. And another. This one greener, that one browner. And another, autumn. Each carried a short pole, a shard of metal tied to one end. Their feral little friend rushed them, his spear high.
Lu’s crossbow came up. The bolt flew, and the vicious little plant flew backwards, the shaft and its fletching protruding from what was once its eye.
Then Green and Brown and Autumn rushed them, paying no heed of their fallen friend. Two more joined them.
Ce raised a hand and intoned a lyric phrase and three blazing pellets raced from her fingertips, each finding its mark. The first three spun root over foliage.
Lu set her crossbow aside and drew her sword and dagger, stepping forward to meet the little flytraps halfway, but they skid to a stop and beat a retreat. There was no time to savour their victory. The corridor filled with the onrush of more of the rustling, this time tenfold of what was.
“Make sure there are no surprises back there,” Ce instructed, tilting her head behind them, her eyes glued to what lay ahead, her hands at her pouches. A pungent mix of guano and sulfur wafted up to their noses.
Lu retrieved her crossbow, wondering how useful so slow a weapon might be in the melee to come. She shouldered it, opting for her blades, wishing she had an axe. She backed up, eyes on the corridor ahead until she was again abreast with Ce.
“Go,” Ce said. “There’s not much time!”
Lu took less care than she should have, considering the debris scattered about. Toppled cylinders sporting tentacles, others with odd crablike with pincers. A breastplate trailing fine coloured rope and rods. More of those coloured cards, a rainbow of them.
            She drew closer to a singular sight: Two arced walls surrounded an empty space that rose and plummeted beyond ceiling and floor. She slowed further, creeping up to it. She peered up and down. It was empty. And not. Rungs flowed up one wall and down the other. A metal pole hung in the air between them without visible support.
The rustle became a riot as a deluge of the little vegetal men flowed into their corridor. Lu spun and saw teeth, claws, and a field of flowing topknots with each flash of light. At one hundred feet. Eighty. Sixty.
She rushed to Ce’s side, mindful that if she should trip and sprawl ….
Muttering Arcane Words
Ce was muttering arcane words Lu could never remember, pinching the grain of sulphur into the guano, pointing down the corridor towards the ravenous tide. Red smoke swirled about her fingers, coalesced, and streaked from them.
A vacuous thump shook the air there, and a billowing ball of flame exploded amid the horde.
They writhed as they were engulfed. Silently. They were flung hither and thither, but never so far as to escape being consumed. The flower of flame burned itself out, leaving hundreds of tiny fires crackling in its wake, smelling of campfire, tasting of ash.
The central band of blue light became red. It no longer flickered. It no longer flashed. A shrill horn wailed. Snow that was not snow rained down on the burning bodies, sputtering the flames, burying them. The rising smoke was drawn to and into grills in the wall.
Ce moved to inspect what remained of those peculiar little plants. Curiosity, and all that.
Lu took breath to warn her against such an action. But before her lungs had filled, more of the ravenous little reeds rounded the corner, their coming masked by the incessant wail.
Ce reconsidered her curiosity and backed away, once again reaching into her pouches, but as she drew her hand from her belt, one of the little savages threw its slender rod at her. Ce spun. Ce staggered. And Ce fell.
“No!” Lu cried, bounding forward. Ce was muttering her inexplicable words as she drew up. A torrent of fire rose up from wall to wall. It crackled and it spit as though fuelled by a cord of kindling. And little green reed men. Lu saw even more of them through the flames. How many more of those fuckers are there, she wondered? She imagined she would find out soon enough. Indeed, more of that snow that was not snow was already spraying upon the firewall. They had to get out of there. But how? Wait one minute, she thought. One side of those rungs were rising! So, up, up, and away. She hoped.
Lu tore at Ce’s gown and began to bind her wound, and once done, she drew one of the elf’s arm around her neck and made for the pit. She picked up a rainbow of the cards laying about on the way. And eyed the steel rod which still hung motionless between the arcs.
I suppose I’d drift too if I stepped in there, she surmised. She certainly hoped so, or this would surely be the lowest point of an already decidedly disastrous day.
She watched a rung travel past. Then another.
“Ready?” she asked as she hoisted the elf up over her shoulder.
She reached for a rung. 

                                                                                                *** 

A Circular Room, Lined With Glass
Lu and Ce stumbled through the opened door into a circular room. It was lined with yet more of those leaded glass mirrors, panels of them, these large enough to lay on were they not hung like tapestries. Each displayed a different picture; this one with coloured lines connecting white dots; that one with what might have been the layout of floors of a building. Some sputtered and flashed. Most were blank, just sheets of black glass reflecting their disheveled appearance. Chairs rounded the room, one before each of those panels, each with a mummified corpse in it.
Ce clung to her, her once pristine gown crimson from shoulder to waist.
“How can someone so skinny be so heavy?” Lu asked.
Ce chucked, her voice a breathy rasp. A drop of blood had bloomed at the corner of her mouth.
That’s not good, Lu realized.
She made for the closest chair. She pushed the corpse from it and set Ce into it as gently as she was able.
She surveyed the room. There must be something here to bind the wound with. It was too dim to see much of anything. She crossed the room, passing another seated corpse at its centre. I can tear its clothing into bandages, she thought. She spun the corpse to face her and tried to tear the fabric of its golden tunic. It refused to yield. She tried again, this time pulling apart its seam of tiny interlocking metal teeth. Another one of those cards fell from its front pocket.
It was different from all the rest. She had red ones and orange ones, green ones and blue ones. Mostly black ones. But not a grey one like this. It was smaller than all the others, too. She stooped to pick it up.
And noticed the little grey leaded mirror affixed to the arm of the chair. With a little grey groove at its side. She had discovered these little glass oddities had purpose. Okay, Ce discovered they had purpose. They were books. They opened doors. If she waved them in front of the little mirrors on the walls, lights lit, or faded, or could be extinguished. Maybe this little grey card would turn the lights on in here.
She slid the card in.
“Can I be of assistance?” a voice said.
She spun about, searching for the speaker, finding no one.
“Who’s there?” she said.
“Mu Lambda interface, heuristically programmed, algorithmic central computer; serial number: nine, zero, zero, zero. Can I be of assistance?”
She realized the voice was coming from the chair. She turned it and saw another of those little mirrors on the other armrest, this one angled, so as to be seen when seated.
She pulled the corpse out of it and sat in its place.
There was a face in the little glass. Large forehead. Tapered chin. Large eyes. Grey-green complexion. The face looked human, and elf, and dwarf. In fact, it looked a little like every humanoid imaginable. It had the same features as the corpse on the floor, too, or would have had the corpse been a little fresher, a little moister.
“You speak my language?” she said, perplexed.
“Of course. I have been monitoring you since you gained entry to the ship. It was a simple matter to analyse your speech and search the database for likely—”
Ship?
“Can you help my friend?” she asked, cutting short its dialogue. Friend? She had never thought of Ce as her friend before.
“I have called for medical assistance, captain,” the little man in the mirror said.
Captain?
“Captain?”
“The holder of the command grade card is designated captain. Can I be of further assistance, captain?”
“Can you get us out of here?”
“Insufficient query. Please rephrase.”
“I want to get out of here.”
“Please rephrase command. Do you wish to effect return trajectory?”
“What does that mean?”
“Do you wish to return to point of embarkation?”
Point of embarkation? “I want to get back to where we started from.”
“Return to point of embarkation will require command unit separation.”
“Whatever. I want to get out of here.”
“Initiating separation. Commencing countdown to launch.”
The black panels sprung to life with the same sigils that were etched on the “book.” And pictures. The valley. The sky. A panoramic view of the Barrier Peaks. Sigils streamed, as like the lines of a book being inscribed. The voice began to count down. Ten, nine …. The floor began to vibrate. Eight, seven …. It shook. It bucked. 

                                                                                *** 

Lu gasped! She clutched the armrests as though her life depended on it. She had never swooned before, but the sight in the picture before her would have made anyone weak in the knees. The valley dropped away! It fell! And was lost to sight as the mountains grew smaller and smaller and the Suel subcontinent filled the frame! No parchment map had never been as vivid, or as real. Its hills and mountains were brown and grey and white, its rivers blue. The southern jungles and the untamed coast rolled into view. Clouds billowed past, obscuring the land below. Before long, she viewed the whole of the world! It curved! Such a sight! It was too much!
She closed her eyes. The vibration slaked, then eased altogether.
            She heard the hiss of the door, and spun, expecting those feral little weeds to spill out into the room, their spears high, their teeth bared. Instead, she saw a young woman, similar in features to the little man in the grey glass. But glossy, unemotional. Wearing a blue tunic that clung like fitted silk. She approached.
“What is the nature of the medical emergency?” she asked, her voice as emotionless as her face.
Lu left her seat and approached her. She reached out and touched her face. It was not unlike the armrest of the chair she had just vacated. Cold.
“What are you?” she asked.
“Emergency Medical Unit 931, captain,” it said. “What is the nature of the medical emergency?”
“My friend,” she said, indicating Ce. “She’s dying.”
931 knelt next to Ce. It touched her neck, checking her pulse. Then gently took her in hand and lay her on the floor. It opened the case at its side and brought forth a cylinder, and pressed it against Ce’s exposed neck. Lu heard it hiss.
“What is her name?” 931 asked.
“Ce,” Lu said. After a pause: “Celene.”
“Celene,” 931 said, oddly soothing, despite its lack of emotion, “I’m here to help you. Everything will be alright.” It began cutting away at Celene’s robes. Inspecting the wound.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping. Let me help.”
Celene opened her eyes.
“Luna,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Luna whispered, kneeling next to her.
“What. Is. That?” Celene’s eyes were locked on the large window.
Luna turned to look at the window. “It’s Bellachandra,” she said, “the sister moon.” Half in shadow. The other half glowing.
That's No Moon!
 She stood. She stared. She sucked in a breath. She took a step back towards the chair. Another. She dropped into it.
That’s no moon! What she thought were craters became rings of disks of domed netting. Indeed, they looked like the eyes of deer flies, all tied together, one to the next and the next and the next, all held aloft above yet another structure. The size of it staggered her mind.
Ramachandra rose behind it as the picture drew closer. It, at least, was a moon; but it too was etched with the similar lines that stretched from what she assumed must be more domes.
What are they, she gasped? Maybe the little man in the little grey glass knew! What did he call himself? Mu Lambda!
“Mu Lambda,” she called, her voice becoming shrill. “What is that?”
“Earth Ship Ark.”
“And behind it?”
“Moon Base Alpha.”
“What are they?”
“Colonization habitats.”

The End 

 

To the Moon
Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1792-1822

I
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth, —
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

II
Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,
That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...



Special thanks to Kristoph Nolen of Greyhawk Online and the Oerth Journal, who reached out to me to submit something to the Journal. If he had not, this piece might not/would not have been written.
It originally saw the light of day in Oerth Journal #32, and can still be found there, forevermore. I encourage you to download the issue, and many more, as the articles within are written by fans of the Greyhawk setting for fans to use as they see fit.

The Art:
Illustration #3, from S3 Expedition to the Barrier Peaks, by Erol Otus, 1980
Vegepygmy Illustration, from Paizo Pathfinder Bestiary #1, by Matt Dillon, 2009
Illustration #2, from S3 Expedition to the Barrier Peaks, by Erol Otus, 1980
Illustration #8, from S3 Expedition to the Barrier Peaks, by Erol Otus, 1979


Copyright:
This is a work of fiction, penned by myself, set in the world of Greyhawk.
It is not to be copied or reprinted without the author’s permission.

Sources:
1015 World of Greyhawk Boxed Set, 1983
2010 Players Handbook, 1st Ed., 1978
Players Handbook, 5th Ed., 2014
2011A Dungeon Masters Guide, 1st Ed., 1979
9033 S3 Expedition to the Barrier Peaks, 1980,1981
9025 World of Greyhawk Folio, 1980
11743 Living Greyhawk Gazeteer, 2000
Paizo Bestiary 1e, 2009

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