XIII - Secrets of the Underworld
Mazzahs accepts the tablet which Barnabus extends to him with an attitude of reverence. Before examining it more closely, he says, in a concerned tone, ”Perhaps…it would be best if you remained here in Helix for at least another day. I think that some of you might benefit from further rest.”
He studies the tablet in silence for a time. ”This…does not belong to us. It was provided in a desire to grant aid to your efforts, but it must be returned once its secrets have been studied.”
Mazzahs smiles at Dax’s question. ”This tablet was inscribed by the Briar Queen’s own hand. It is of divine authorship.”
“Even as a young apprentice in Monlist, I heard tales of her. She is an ancient goddess of nature, a guardian of the wild places of the world. Some of the more arrogant practitioners of the arcane in that city claimed that she was long forgotten, but they could not have been more wrong. In some civilized places, she may not be honored, but here on the frontier there are many who know her, and call upon her favor.” He looks from Dax to Malivoire and back again. ”Here in the Duchy, the elven folk of the Wyrdwood and the Thornswild give her honor. They are not the only ones. To the east and north, there are many others.”
He studies the gleaming blade that Dax has drawn. ”She is the mortal enemy of any who would seek to destroy the natural order. Who would seek to decimate living things for their own evil ends.” He shifts his gaze back to Dax. ”And you are her champion. Do not think for a moment that your discovery of that weapon was the result of random happenstance. You were meant to wield it. I have no doubt that you will honor your oath, and I suspect that this is not the only blessing of hers that will find you.”
He places the tablet carefully upon his writing desk. ”I will endeavor to translate this as quickly as possible.”
The wizard listens attentively to the paladin’s question. ”It would probably be wise for you to pose the question to Brother Othar as well, Sir Dryvyk. I know that he has made a study of many of the known gods of death and I suspect that he could offer insights that I cannot. However…”
The wizard steps over to another table. Sitting upon it is the runic tablet which Malivoire had taken from the phantom’s tomb. A rolled piece of parchment sits atop it. Mazzahs unrolls the scroll. ”…I may be able to provide some valuable information on the matter, thanks to your courageous efforts.”
“This tablet contains an account given by an ancient follower of the god Crom. It concerns itself with the area we all know as the Barrowmoor.”
He looks again to the southern window, dawn having brightened the sky to a hazy blue. ”What was once there, at the marsh’s center, was a place that even the bravest of souls feared. Long before it became a vast burial ground.”
“It was the death god Nergal’s seat in this world. A direct conduit between this mortal land and the realm of the dead. It was shunned, as Nergal himself was believed to walk that dark, lonely place.”
“Those gods given to evil can be treacherous beings. And Nergal, even before Orcus and Set came into being, knew there were those that would covet his power. To embody mortality, to rule the dead and be privy to all of their secrets, is an unfathomable capability. And so, to ensure that his rule, his essence, remained even if he were vanquished by his foes, Nergal invested a portion of his own divine being into an object, a vessel which he crafted to contain a facet of himself. And he set a monstrous guardian, an ancient dragon wise in the ways of necromancy, to serve as its guardian.”
He shakes his head. ”These writings do not make it plain what the object is. The author seemed to be in fear of writing of it specifically. But rest assured, it lies somewhere deep within the catacombs. And all the dark beings that are gathered there covet it.”
“Does it provide Varghoulis with some of his life force? It very well may. But of this I am certain: the death knight will not leave the catacombs for long. His aim is to retrieve whatever this object is and see Nergal reborn. And he will not rest until that deed is accomplished.”