Corman raced down the hall laughing, a Boggins racing behind him in full pursuit jaws slavering and foaming. He skidded around the corner and slammed into Lord Gretchinthrottler knocking the old man sideways. Corman floundered for a few moments and then continued running offering an apology as he raced away. “Sorry about that old boy, is that barbecue aftershave your wearing?”

The Lord looked at his King for a moment in confusion and in seconds the Boggins had rounded the corner and spying weak and easy prey it hesitated not at all and attacked the helpless old man. The screams followed Corman down the corridor until Corman slammed the door at the end of the hall and sitting back against the wall he panted slightly. He really needed to change his exercise routine; it played hell with the servants.

Corman laughed silently for a moment thinking of Elaine’s comments about his exercise schedule when it had become public. He could almost picture her stern face as he recalled her words, “If you fed your Boggins more fruitcake you wouldn’t have to worry as much about the servants.” He wondered again what she would be like in bed. A schoolteacher, of course, she would probably make her husband do it over and over until he got it right. If Twiggs married her she would be doomed to a life of disappointments. The poor dear stupid girl though had never gotten the point.

If he made the Boggins less ravenous and more docile how could he be sure he was getting the proper level of exercise? There was nothing like the thought of being eaten to get a man aroused. Why if he lowered the level of his routine he might even end up like Sirron! He chuckled again. Sirron was so scared of getting a Boggins in the mail that he had gone whining to Betred. Sheesh! First Jarod now Sirron, would it never end? Now that was comedy! A high level King of Justice going to the lower level King of Coin to save him from an ordinary monster sent to him from the Bardic King. He should do a story or song about that. The cowardice spoke volumes!

He took down his harp for a moment and began to compose a verse.

Sirron Ain’t a Judge Anymore!

When Sirron went to college he

Was studying justice and theology,

And never, hardly ever, misbehaved.

After tea and after dinner

He'd go out and save a sinner

Till the sinners got fed up with being saved.

Chorus: Now Sirron ain't a judge any more.

He's ruined pretty maidens by the score.

It really wasn't funnin

The way he played with Rahvin;

That's why Sirron ain't a judge anymore.

The rite of holy matrimony

Used to rouse his acrimony,

Even when they carved the wedding cake.

If Sirron didn't get any

He upped and sang the litany

And told the bridegroom's mother, ‘You’re a fake.’

Chorus: Now Sirron ain't a judge any more.

His character was rotten to the core.

And his morals, if he had'em

Was the kind Eve found in Adam

That's why Sirron ain't a judge anymore.

When he met a lonely wooer

He dispatched her down the sewer.

When she came out he declaimed in fiendish glee,

"Hither Page, stand by me telling

Whereof is that lady smelling?

Methinks it might be Channel number three."

Chorus: Now Sirron ain't a judge any more.

His conduct I must earnestly deplore.

Betred and Kristianna

Couldn't stand his bedside manner;

That's why Sirron ain't a judge any more.

The population was all miserly,

So he decided quite wiserly

The problem of their stinginess to face.

He bolstered the economy

By readings from Deuteronomy.

They found it twice as good as Peyton Place.

Chorus: Now Sirron ain't a judge any more.

Hymns and psalms he simply did abhor.

There was nothing he would rather

Sing than ‘Twiggs Knew My Father’;

That's why Sirron ain't a judge anymore.

Sirron's taste for spirits

Was the least of his demerits,

And when tipsy he would raise his voice and bawl,

So the jurist and the deacon

Couldn't hear each other speakin',

"I wish a crappy Histmas to you all."

Chorus: Now Sirron ain't a judge any more.

Forgive me if I told you that before.

His conduct was so shocking

That he merited defrocking;

That's why Sirron ain't a judge anymore.

Growing bored he set down his harp and motioned for his scribe to send copies to Tlashtek. He was sure it would make an even better song than the one of Zozan and the Hobbit, or Put a Chili Pepper up your Bum that had become so popular amongst the kings lately. Corman then sat heavily on his throne and opened up his heavily embossed invitation from Rahvin. ‘The Monster’s Ball’ was being touted as ‘the’ party of the millennia. Anyone who was anyone in the world of Chaos or crime was sure to be there. He quickly went down the list of events.

A Virgin Sacrifice: “Hmmm,” he thought, “would Elaine be considering coming as well?” The lass was wanting to put ‘thing’s’ behind her and Corman had a general idea what kind of thing she needed. Besides wouldn’t it be a fine joke if the next morning the two were recovering from a hangover and Rahvin found himself married to her? That would truly bring Chaos to Rahvin’s household! Now what to get for a wedding present? Anyway there would be time for that later, back to the events for the Monster’s Ball!

Definitely, Minotaur Roping: It was becoming all the rage amongst the smart set. Corman had introduced Rahvin to it a short while back during a visit. Sure roping bulls was OK but Minotaurs were smarter and had hands. They could jerk you out to the saddle before you could say, “Bob’s your Uncle.”

Unicorn Hunt and Roast: Corman smiled. There was nothing quite like staring into the blood shot eyes of an enraged bull unicorn as it was bearing down on you from the tall grass. It leant a zest for life, especially when you realized the condition might not be permanent!

A Miniatures Salvage Hunt: Now there was an event for real sportsman. Everyone would be divided into teams and would get shrunk down and then sent to find a long list of really huge items to place back in there area. Each Item had a gold piece value assigned to it. The one with the most value would win a stupendous prize, a favor from the Dark Lord himself! He remembered the last time he had gone on such a hunt and had to find the ‘Ridiculous Sword’. He had thought it meant Zozan’s Artifact and had tried to steal it.

He had been surprised when Skragg had actually located and brought the item home. He remembered some of the history of the valiant weapon. It was the Daughter of Ringman and Sick Sword, sister of Gross Sword and Disgusting Sword, friend of Jimmy the Dick.

Place of residence: Mother's small keep (which her mother gained from the Deck of Many Things). City of residence: Town (actually, the outskirts of Town because it’s not a big place.) The weapon had a list of powers that covered pages. He remembered a few. It was a +50 holy vorpal defender, flame-tongue, frost-brand, sun/luckblade of wounding, dancing, throwing, thunderbolts, life stealing, slaying everything (as in all of the arrows of the same name), disruption, {red, blue, green, white, black, brass, and copper dragon slayer = "all dragon slayer"}, speed, final word, and 9 lives stealing. Intelligence 180, ego unlimited (personality unlimited), speech and telepathy, read languages, read magic, any alignment; 5,000,000 wishes which come out exactly the way the user wants them to. The last wish can be used to wish for 5,000,000 more wishes.

Corman had thought to purchase the blade but Skragg had only looked at him in disgust and then had the weapon destroyed by the Attributes who were just as disgusted. Corman had asked where the weapon came from and was informed that some out of dimension idiot had tried to enter the world with it. Both had been promptly destroyed by the enraged Attributes! Corman decided it was not a good idea to own one after that but it sure had been a bonny weapon. The thought process that had spawned such an abomination had amused many of the rulers.

Finally there would be a cooking contest. That reminded Corman that he needed to check on his recipe. He bounced out of his Throne and opening the door he raced back down the hall. He passed the feeding Boggins that was taking on some of the features of Lord Gretchinthrottler. This reminded Corman that he would have to alert his council if the Lord should show up at the next meeting, or maybe not? It would shorten the tedious meetings that had been getting entirely to long again. It would keep his councilors on their toes as well. It might even drive the Banshees out of the meetings for a while so you could actually hear what people were saying.

Corman rounded another corner and then proceeded into the kitchen. There was supposed to be a chance to test out your recipe at the Monster’s Ball and Corman was out for first prize in the event! First Prize was reputed to be that the winner could deflower the Virgin before she was sacrificed. Corman was out to win it for Rahvin. The poor guy needed to get laid. He had a talk with Betred about it and Betred had agreed. He recalled the conversation fondly for Rahvin had been talking to Betred about the Magicology Curse in his country. A touchy subject for Rahvin after being hit with three curses in the past month already.

Betred smiled and returned a wave to Rahvin and then spoke to Corman, “I didn't expect him to be so friendly, but he's a really nice guy, waving to everyone like that.” Corman quickly had responded back. "Sure he is, he is just misunderstood." Quietly in an aside to Betred, "Being buried for a couple of thousand years will do that to a guy you know. Imagine not getting laid for that long. Then the first piece your about to get is murdered by Twiggs. No wonder everyone thinks he's foaming at the mouth." Corman waves too. "I was going to send him Felina but Twiggs wanted a little pussy..."

Betred nodded in complete understanding as he spoke in an aside to Corman. “ I understand completely. And you know Twiggs, from what I hear, a little may have even been too big for him.” Meanwhile Rahvin at some distance away was grumbling about how rude it was for people to talk behind others backs. Corman spoke again quietly to Betred, "See? He's been celibate to long now he waves with his back to people and grumbles. We need to get him laid! Maybe something could be arranged at the party? The only problem is how do we get a nice girl for Rahvin that Twiggs or Sirron won't get first? He has definitely got that desperate hungry look." Betred look at Corman a moment thoughtfully. “Perhaps he really wouldn't mind IF Twiggs or Sirron got the girl first, as long as he was second? And with Twiggs, you really shouldn't be able to tell someone was there first.”

Corman frowned in thought and then shook his head. "Naw if those two get there first he will mind. Especially if Sirron gets there first. I hear that after that Cy Clan gets done with them they don't WANT nobody else. We need someone fresh and who can keep her legs together without a C-Clamp. Maybe Elaine would like to take him in hand? How much do Virgin Queens go today? A love potion perhaps for them both?" Betred nodded thoughtfully. “Give me some time I’ll see what I can arrange.” Corman though had decided to stack the deck just in case. He had quite enough of do nothing Rulers who made promises and didn’t deliver. Rahvin was an honest ruler. Once you bought him he STAYED bought. Corman reviewed his recipe. It sure looked like a winner.

How to Cook a Conductor

Ingredients

One large Conductor, or two small assistant conductors

Ketchup

26 large garlic cloves

Crisco or other solid vegetable shortening (Lard may be used)

1 cask Thimhalen wine

1 lb. alfalfa sprouts

2 lbs. assorted yuppie food, such as tofu or yogurt

One abused Orchestra

First, catch a Conductor. Remove the tail and horns. Carefully separate the large ego and reserve for sauce. Remove any batons, pencils (on permanent loan from the Principal Second Violin) and long articulations and discard. Remove the hearing aid and discard (it never worked anyway). Examine your conductor carefully - many of them are mostly large intestine. If you have such a Conductor, you will have to discard it and catch another. Clean the Conductor as you would a squid, but do not separate the tentacles from the body. If you have an older Conductor, such as one from a Major Symphony Orchestra or Summer Music Festival, you may wish to tenderize by pounding the Conductor on a rock with timpani mallets or by smashing the Conductor between two large cymbals.

Next, pour 1/2 of the cask of wine into a bathtub and soak the Conductor in the wine for at least 12 hours (exceptions: Thimhalen, Crystalluian and some Nylss Conductors have a natural beer taste which some people like and the wine might not marry well with this flavor. Use your judgment). When the Conductor is sufficiently marinated, remove any clothes the Conductor may be wearing and rub it all over with the garlic. Then cover your Conductor with the Crisco using vague, slow circular motions. Take care to cover every inch of the Conductor's body with the shortening. If this looks like fun, you can cover yourself with Crisco too, removing clothes first.

Next, take your orchestra and put as much music out as the stands will hold without falling over, and make sure that there are lots of really loud passages for everyone, big loud chords for the winds and brass, and lots and lots of tremolos for the strings (Tarpan might be appropriate). Rehearse these passages several times, making certain that the brass and winds are always playing as loud as they can and the strings are tremolo-ing at their highest speed. This should ensure adequate flames for cooking your Conductor. If not, insist on taking every repeat and be sure to add the second repeats in really large symphonies. Ideally, you should choose your repertoire to have as many repeats as possible, but if you have a piece with no repeats in it at all, just add some, claiming that you have seen the original, and there was an ink blot there that "looked like a repeat" to you and had obviously been missed by every other fool who had looked at this score. If taking all the repeats does not generate sufficient flames, burn the complete set of score and parts to all of the Tarpan symphonies.

When the flames have died down to a medium inferno, place your Conductor on top of your orchestra (they won't mind as they are used to it) until it is well tanned, the hair turns back to its natural color and all of the fat has dripped out. Be careful not to overcook or your Conductor could end up tasting like stuffed ham. Make a sauce by combining the ego, sprouts and ketchup to taste, placing it all in the blender and pureeing until smooth. If the ego is bitter, sweeten with honey to taste. Slice your Conductor as you would any turkey. Serve accompanied by the assorted yuppie food and the remaining wine with the sauce on the side.

WARNING: Due to environmental toxins present in conductor feeding areas, such as heavy metals, oily residue from intensive PR machinery manufacture, and extraordinarily high concentrations of E.coli, cryptosporidium, and other hazardous organisms associated

with animal wastes, the Departments for Conductor Decimation (DCD) recommends that the consumption of conductors be limited to one per season. Over consumption of conductors has been implicated in the epidemiology of a virulent condition known as "Jarod Fever." Symptoms of this disorder include swelling of the brain, spasms in the extremities, delusions of competence, auditory hallucinations and excessive bowel movements.

Corman rubbed his hands together. It would be a masterpiece! He was sure even a Unicorn Hunt or Dragon Steaks would not match the perfection of his recipe. As far as he could see there would only be one problem. Procuring a fat enough conductor to feed so many of the elite. He looked around the kitchen but saw none in stock. He raced out of the hall to get his crossbow singing ‘A hunting I will go….through the ice and snow…. Yoddle-de doddle-de-do-who-who… a hunting I will go!”

Virgin Sacrifice Today!

Rahvin to Extensive: “What, she’s not a virgin? Well she was at some time, that’s good enough for us!”

The sprawling Extensive grounds at the Chaka Forest were bustling with frantic work. Extensive staff ran back and forth finishing up the preparations for the biggest party the Petal Throne had ever seen. This party was to be the leading event in a history filled with notable events. If the Dark Lord and Rahvin had any say it would even rival, the Battle of Tlashtek and the bindings of the Dark Lord. At no other time had such a large group of the world’s Rulers and the elite of the criminal world gathered together to celebrate the Rise of Chaos! Even Elaine’s tournament was to be overshadowed by this catastrophic event, called aptly enough ‘The Monster’s Ball.’

Cindmē Kash, the Nylss Platinum Service Representative, glanced nervously first at the growing crowd of monsters, freaks, and criminals already gathered for the party. They were spread across the grounds like an out of control rash and the noise level was deafening. She then glanced at the scowling King of the Nylss, the Vampire Lord Rahvin who of course was never far from her and shuddered slightly. What had she ever done to anger Betred so much that he would chose to assign her to a Vampire? Luckily she was taking large doses of those new sunflower seeds Namarusta was selling. It was reputed that they would make her blood so sickening to a Vampire that they would wish they WERE dead.

The powerfully built King stood near the center of the action and was clearly displeased that everything wasn’t in order yet. Cindmē,of course, noted this on her pad and quickly went back to overseeing the final touches of the preparations. The Minotaur roping contest seemed to be ready and of course the Unicorn Hunt and Roast afterward was pretty well set. Corman’s conductor had arrived along with his new song about Sirron’s Justice that would be sung as a national anthem before the festivities were to begin. The guests had all been invited although a few of the rulers like Sirron and Harpin had not really responded as yet and no one could still locate Jarod or Damien. However, to her astonishment the Dark Lord had responded! So much for elf efficiency she thought.

Ty Twad, the Extensive Advisor heading up the Industrial and Agricultural Department of the Nylss, was busy making sure subtle advertisements for all the new merchandise the Nylss had so recently started producing was slipped into the background and decorations everywhere. It appeared the Nylss had decided to have it’s own marketing campaign. Probably because Rahvin had started to accuse Betred of not spending much time on his accounts lately since he had shacked up with that dwarf bimbo of his!

It was the advisors plan to get people thinking about buying Nylss products without ever knowing there was outside influence involved. He had even put together several theater troops as well as music groups that would slip such unseen advertising into their plays, drama’s, and music. But mainly he was just trying to stay out of sight of the numerous vampires who seemed to be overseeing everything. Like their thug King they seemed to travel in groups bullying everyone they thought of as prey! She hated this job.

Already the line to enter the compound was over a mile long, but Estelle was carefully screening who was allowed in, for only the worst criminals, freaks, disasters and notorious monsters were invited. Those that did enter were subject to searches and screening by Nylss, Extensive, and the occasional Dark Lord personnel that were lead by Jaul and Artuneys. Most weapons were allowed in of course; only the really ‘nasty’ magical items or such things were really discouraged although bribery was also high and no one really lost anything they wanted to keep.

Rahvin made his way over to Estelle. “Is everything going as planned?” Estelle nodded quietly. “So far so good. I have spotted several obvious spies already, I allowed most in, but turned some away just to keep up appearances. I will be leaving soon to handle the dwarf problem. Dwarf Security will be tight but I suspect they will have none for Cy Clan. I should be able to slip in and cover the team. If things work out as we planned the Dwarf High Command and all of the nobility will cease to exist.”

“Excellent. So far everything is turning out as anticipated,” stated Rahvin quietly. Moria stepped from the shadows silently, “I have already disposed of a group of false monsters. Their disguises were very good but they were obviously hired mercenaries. I suspect twigs again. He has made several attempts to infiltrate the party. Twiggs is good at what he does. The mercenaries had dwarf made weapons. No doubt they were meant as assassins, for who seems obvious. I think he intends to get even for Karen and the assassins you sent to bag Elaine last month.”

Rahvin looked disgusted. “It doesn’t matter, his hirelings are getting easier to spot with time. Soon his attempts will be futile in that regard. Still he knows more about the Vampires than I am comfortable with this soon in our reappearance. We know he has declared war on us what are his chances that he will join with Galebolt and Elaine to attack us here?”

“We already have hints from our operatives.” Estelle stated quietly. “Elaine’s forces have mobilized near the Nylss supposedly to ally with us but our spies state she is preparing to attack Corman at Tlashtek. The Jelgai is another situation. The army pulled into their hard points and security there went from fairly open to impossible. We are getting nothing more from Galebolt on his intentions. Twiggs country has been completely sealed as well. We cannot see anything there even the openings Karen left in Crystallu. Still Twiggs parlor tricks are no match for your Power and we will discover his plans soon enough.” Rahvin nodded and went over a list handed him from a Nameless One, who worked for Extensive. He read the list carefully.

Up coming events in order:

1) AWARDS:

a.) King Toady of the World: The villain, ruler, or person to do the best in service of another... or worse as the case may be.

Nominees; Skragg, Sirron, Corman, or Elaine.

Reward: Giant Toad statue that grants the owner the ability to communicate with toads and frogs.

b.) Biggest Phony. The ruler, villain, or person to act the most unlike there trues self. Reward: Magic Mirror that shows people for what they truly are.

Nominees: Jarod, Sirron, Elaine, or Harpin.

Reward: A chest of Thimhalen Fools gold and Fake Gems!

c.) Dumbest Moron: The person, ruler, or villain to screw up the most in the last three moves, the biggest fool.

Nominee: Harpin, Elaine, Jarod or Betred.

Reward: Platinum Dunce Hat that tells you what you want to hear without ever telling you what you need to hear.

d.) #1 Waffler Supremo Elite: The biggest Waffler.

Nominees: Jarod, Sirron, Elaine, and Rahvin.

Reward: A part wood, part gold, part copper waffle that changes something in a 20’ area a random amount of times, some changes can be unnoticeable.

e.) Richest Crook: The villain, ruler, or person to make the biggest gains by cheating, stealing, or swindling others in the last three moves.

Nominee: Betred, Rahvin, Twiggs or the Dark Lord.

Reward: A Magic Bag that fills itself once a week with random items from random peoples homes.

f.) Pimp of the Year: The male ruler, person, or villain that has charmed or slept with the most people of either sex in the last three moves, or is to believed to have.

Nominees: Twiggs, Dark Lord, Sirron, or Betred.

Reward: A Magic "one size fits all" Ring that either increases or decreases the wielders chances of conceiving or not by 75%.

g.) Hoe of the Year! : The female person, villain, or ruler that has been charmed, slept with or degraded the most in the last three moves.

Nominee: Twiggs, Dark Lord, Sirron, or Lorelei

Reward: Magic Garter Belt that increases one's physical appearance by a lot. Rate of increase depends on Intelligence because it lowers intelligence for each point of increase.

h.) The Boss Villain! El Jefe! Numero UNO! The Big Cheese. #1 Hoop to Kiss! The Big One. The Villain that has achieved the most Notoriety in the last year!

Nominees: Dark Lord, Twiggs, Rahvin, and Betred.

Reward: Head band of the Beast King: Unique Artifact. Allows user to demand ONE Service from each of the winners of the contest to aid him against any Champion of GOOD or LAW. This Power Lasts only One Year and it cannot be used to harm any who is on the Awards List!

i.) Bull-Stein! The biggest liar in the Petal Throne. He who promised the most and did the least. The guy whose ego is bigger than his deeds!

Nominees: Jarod, Sirron, and Harpin.

Reward: Zozan’s famous drinking mug. A one of a kind item where Zozan used to drink buzzberry beer and have faded dreams of glory. Helps you to forget all the deeds and changes your memory so you think you were the hero of every deed that is remembered in the Petal Throne, even if you took no part in it.

2.) Competitions.

a.) Unicorn Hunt and cook out! Killer of the Biggest Unicorn. Wins a fabulous all Expense paid vacation to Sin City in the Darklands for two weeks of gambling, shopping and sport. A players dream vacation!

b.) Cooking Contest! Best recipe will be served to A #One! Winner gets to deflower the Virgin sacrifice!

c.) Minotaur Roping! Ride down, Rope and Hog Tie your Minotaur. Fastest Time gets a wondrous flying Tlashtekian Steed bred under the fine breeders of the Nylss. Unrivaled for speed, power and intelligence it is a one of a kind prize any King would desire.

d.) Miniatures Salvage Hunt! All participants will be divided into groups of ten and then shrunk down to about a foot in size. They will then travel the world in search of ten items to bring back to their area. Each item will have an assigned point value. The group with the most points will win One Wish from the Dark Lord that will benefit there whole group.

3.) Virgin Sacrifice.

The highlight of the evening! The sacrifice will be presided over by El Jefe himself after the ritual deflowering. A must see event to herald the Time of the coming Chaos! Be Elite or be a Target!

Rahvin nodded. There would be bards, jugglers and concession stands all through the area. There would be bolder entertainments as well. Cockatrice Fights, Gladiatorial Contests, Whore houses, Betting parlors, race tracks, Dance houses, strip bars and even a republican National committee house, although Rahvin wasn’t sure what they did at that. Some out of dimension idea, but hey? He was an adventuresome guy! He really looked forward to the big match up between the Tlashtek Lawyers and the Land Sharks in the latest version of the Super Brawl. The lawyers were the odds on favorite and Rahvin had bet heavily on them to win. After all no one could put the bite on you like a Tlashtekian Lawyer, especially when money was on the line.

He continued wandering but all seemed to be going well. He had other things to do before the party started and would leave it in the capable hands of Moira. His part was to work on getting Elaine to the Ball and Galebolt like the dog he was would come traipsing after her. The big trick would be to get Elaine to come. He would use the Vampires tools of hypnotism on her slowly and steadily. Soon she would have no defense and then he would deliver her to her future consort. Rahvin laughed at the thought.

He had no idea WHY the Dark Lord wanted the blonde warrior woman for a wife. She was a royal pain to deal with. All he knew was that several favors he owed the Dark Lord would go away if he was successful. He saw nothing wrong with selling Elaine’s Hoop to the Master of Evil. It might shut her up and teach her the proper position she should hold. Besides she was just more meat to be used when necessary! Why should he not sell her to the Dark Lord. It might just serve Old Dick proper to have to deal with the loud mouth woman in his household! Rahvin laughed at the thought.

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his or her shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

By Twiggs

Corman McLear earnestly to Harpin: “A day without sunshine is like, night.”

Twiggs stood in the heart of Crystallu and looked slowly around in complete disgust. Everywhere he looked he saw pathetic attempts to duplicate the beauty of nature with sterile dead things. Virtual forests of glass trees with jeweled animals ranged in front of him. It was almost enough to make him vomit. A perfect replica of a hawk swooped down to land among the branches of a glass tree. Twiggs pointed at it, "What is the purpose of that." He nearly snarled. The elf beside him shuddered as she looked at the crystalline wings and the jeweled eyes. Her reply was cold and it was somewhat strained. She had obviously made a full recovery only recently, "It was a part of the security system. Everything it sees is... was monitored. There are thousands of them in different disguises across the country." Twiggs shook his head as he walked into the palace. "Recycle it. Get our people to work. This city was great once and it will be again. Reuse the technology WITH nature this time. Hunks of burned sand can not replace life." The advisor turned to Twiggs, "but what is Life without Art?"

Twiggs turned suddenly and looked as if he would say something sharp but he paused looking thoughtful. "You are correct." Twiggs looked around the city, "The artists will continue to be encouraged. They created some of the most beautiful works I have ever seen even with the limited materials they had. Those skills cannot be lost. The vision though can be changed." Gesturing at the fake trees and animals, "but this is not art. It is a mad attempt to replace something that could not be replaced."

Turning Twiggs walked through the palace heading for the cellars where Harpin had made his first ceremony. "Have Breeze and her people approve the ideas for renovation. You can work directly on security. From what you have already told me and from what I have learned from others this place is still the foremost strong hold of the world. We will see if we can incorporate the ideas into defending the whole country and not just one city. That is how it was in the past." He continued on as the woman waited and when she was out of sight of the King her face changed reflecting her anger.

“If the past was so glorious, wonderful and powerful how was it we got changed in the first place you arrogant bastiage!” She hissed under her breath. She looked around her with sadness. So much work had gone into the city and now it was to be ripped apart and tossed out like so much garbage. Sure much of it made her stomach turn now but she also realized that was part of the elf ruler’s magic. He would not want people to not cooperate with his aims or goals. She turned away knowing she had no choice.

Twiggs walked quickly through the palace and into the cellars. Everywhere
he went elves were recycling the obscenities that had been put into Crystallu over the last couple of millennia. Some of them were the new recruits from other countries who had chosen to move to the famous city of Crystallu. Some of them were Namarushtian researchers trying to piece
together the mysteries Karen had left behind. Most were former citizens moving back into their homes after cleaning them up with help. The cleaning was going fairly well but they were finding some 'surprises' left behind by Karen.

For instance all of the research labs had been destroyed with the researchers in them! Karen must have really hated what was happening in the return change to have done that to her own people, but she must have hated Twiggs even more to implement it. He had learned from one of the guards that the researchers had been gassed first and then all recordings and notes had been piled in the room. Shennuian flame guns hidden in the walls had been fired completely melting everything into slag! Nothing was left of the fabulous inventions of Crystallu. She had even gone as far as to burn all palace records and even her own libraries! The Ancient Elvin lore of the Kings of the elves was now irretrievably lost forever! She had not wanted her secrets or histories to fall into the elves hands that part was glaringly obvious, but to have also destroyed the documents prior to the elves being changed by the Dark Lord? That was monstrous. Then she had made sure she had died so Twiggs would have no one left to question. She had been more than thorough it was insane! The lengths she had gone to though were unprecedented in the history of the world. Twiggs took some heart that it had been easier to do this in Crytsallu than in any other country.

Several days latter the changes to Crystallu were nearly miraculous. Where once there had been glass and crystal mockeries of nature now stood real trees with real plants and animals. The changes of the millennia had been more than superficial and would require more work to undo but the City of Crystallu had been designed by elves for elves to live in and the basic structures had not been affected by the madness of the elves that had lived here. It turned out that the Gem making facilities were still intact and were more than capable of recycling the tons of material being brought to them. Karen had not had the opportunity with the city failing around her to wreck this valuable machine. While the machine was an abomination from the elf view, it still managed to perform its function with little intervention. Twiggs had his most trusted people check for booby traps and that distasteful task had been completed.

While there were no traps upon the machine itself though they did not dare to open it up for further examination. It appeared the machine was a one of a kind item and its inner workings were a total mystery. Karen had built the machine. How she had gotten the idea and what made it run, no one knew. Still she had made sure her people understood that it was EXTREMELY dangerous to tamper with it. Raw materials went in one end and came out the other as rare metals, or gems. No one knew what it did or how it did it. Another secret Karen had taken to her grave!

What was worse was that people who had no idea what they meant mostly set the controls! Sure they knew the settings to get gold, silver, assorted gems and such, but Karen had done the rare metals personally! It would take some very dangerous trial and error to learn the correct codes for the machine. His people had learned a dangerous lesson when they had tried a code and a noxious gas had flooded the compartment killing four and injuring twelve with some type of acid burn. Luckily the machine had been fitted with a timer that stopped production of whatever it was working on after one hour. Karen had been smart to devise such a safety switch. It had taken days to clean out the residual gas and to sanitize the room. By then the bodies inside had been eaten away. It was a dire warning of the dangers inherent in the machine.

In Twiggs opinion, Karen obviously wasn’t in a healthy state of mind towards the end and there was no way he was just going to trust things to work correctly for long. The Crystallu water problems had been solved relatively easily with his control of the elements and the return of water that used to be routed to the Dark Lands to create their swamps. Twiggs smiled. Old Dick if he ever got back would find his country suffering from a dry spell.

Arase now was approximately 10 years of human age and still growing faster than normal. Seara seemed to be the same way as well and Twiggs had wondered if the normal growth patterns had somehow changed. Both girls had been invaluable though in helping him to puzzle out some of the mysteries of the city. Each had a brilliant mind and unusual talents that seemed to compliment each other well. Arase much like her mother was brilliant and the younger Seara had an instinctive knowledge of the Crystallu machinery. Although Seara was only about six her and Arase seemed to have formed a friendship and they were seldom separated. Seara seemed to have a natural gift at understanding things and had even asked to use the Gem making machine. Breeze though had been firm with both girls. The item was too dangerous for them to play with. So both had been content to ‘collect’ some of the items that were scheduled for recycle and many times they could be seen examining one piece of junk or another. They had made some interesting discoveries.

Breeze stood on the balcony of the palace and looked down over the city. It wasn’t quite the forest view she was used to but it would do. At least it wasn’t all that horrible fake life stuff. She could actually smell the forest now where as before it had been … well not stench there was no way the artists would have put up with a stench, but it was definitely a fake pine perfume smell covering up the underling sterility of the city. She wasn’t entirely sure which had been worse!

She turned as Twiggs came in, “I thought you would never leave those records. You’ve been down there nearly since we got here. What is so important that you had to spend all your time in the dusty room?” Twiggs didn’t look up, “Well their records weren’t written on paper so they should have lasted forever and they go a long way back. Karen must have been laughing herself silly as I tried to so desperately piece together the past and what happened while she had it all stored directly under her feet. She had the history of the vampires from before Rahvin but she left only enough to infuriate me with how much knowledge she destroyed!

She had the knowledge of the last days of the Crystallu forest as well as several other very interesting things that I have been hunting for. The booby traps she put on what little she did leave were powerful enough to kill Kings as well. That’s what took so long in the end. Do you know her records went so far back that I discovered that Jade Pearl had ruled Shennu at the time of the first Dark Lord battle? The Demon was Emperor of the World then and we were all one Empire. Karen though gutted the records so badly that it was all we could learn! She left tantalizing bits of history heavily protected that tell us nothing but raise more questions. Several people have died trying to pursue this and discover knowledge she might have overlooked. It is galling!

It’s hard to search for something when you don’t know what’s going to explode in your face or spray you with something evil.” Breeze thought for a moment, “So how do you know she didn’t mess with the information? Modify it or change it in some small way?” Twiggs looked up and sighed, “MOST of what I have read tracks with what I already know, Karen was too smart to try that trick with me. She was a witch and left nothing as far as I could see that wasn’t the complete and honest truth. We have one advantage though she did not have, Time.

The booby traps look more like things that were put there to keep people from stealing their records. The librarian confirmed that for the most part. Karen obviously moved and altered a few of the traps but she was already healing and even in her madness I am sure she didn’t want to destroy the history of her people. She was angry with me not her people.” Breeze shook her head in sympathy for what Karen must have been going through. “Poor Karen, it must have been sheer hell to watch everything she had been trying to protect for centuries falling apart around her. She was born long after the forest died. She never knew the joys of living things, just artificially created sand and rock. It must have been terrifying to watch her world collapse around her.

She jumped slightly as Twiggs put his arm around her. She was surprised, normally he wouldn’t have even been paying that much attention but now he actually seemed to understand and sympathize with what Karen had been going through. Finding and losing his Head Wife and gaining a daughter had changed him. He had a long way to go but he had at least started down the trail. Together Twiggs and Breeze went out to join the others. It was time to do something about that monster problem. The Dark Lord had sent the desert monsters into Crystallu thousands of years ago. Hopefully today they would be sent somewhere else.

As they proceeded out the door two mischievous young elf girls popped out of a secret panel next to the balcony giggling. “Grown ups are so stupid.” Stated Arase pompously to the smaller elf girl by her side. Seara a thumb in her mouth looked at the older girl speculatively, “Or maybe Karen was smarter than they give her credit for. They had the answer and they didn’t see it. Karen would not have destroyed the history. As they said she was an elf and elves love the legends too much to completely destroy it. Even to get back at your dad.”

Arase nodded, “Of course she didn’t destroy it. She hid it along with all her rich stuff! We both know she kept the records in crystals and gems. She took a bunch of fake gems and burnt them up. No one knew the difference. The real stuff would be hidden away. The problem is where did she hide it? When daddy changed her he should have been watching her not that stinky old Rahvin. What did he learn from pasty face? Nothing!”

Seara, childlike, cut to the heart quickly, “Oh? Then why didn’t you watch her, if you’re so smart? You had that nice mirror to look at people, so what were you doing?” Arase grimaced, “My studies.” She looked defensive, “You know how grownups are about studying. I was watching Jade Pearl. I was the one to figure out that she was the real Skragg after all these years when the stupids didn’t. You know how daddy gets about me spying on Kings after they caught me watching him in bed wrestling with some of his wives.” She put on a serious face reminiscent of her father and her voice sounded eerily like his, “Now Arase, it’s not nice to invade the privacy of other people especially adults. I am going to have to take precautions to curtail your use of the mirror for a while.” Seara laughed in delight.

“I wish I could do voices like you do. It’s an elegant trick. Can you make yourself look like him yet?” Arase should her head negatively, “No, for some reason I have trouble doing boys. I can do Breeze or Rebecca real good though. I like to do them best because Breeze is fun and Rebecca is so nice but she is always sad.” In moments she was an exact image of Rebecca and then changed back. “I can’t hold that one too long though yet. It makes me tired. Now I’m hungry, let’s go get some food.” Nodding and laughing gaily Arase took Seara by the hand and they went back through the secret door. Arase could be heard to say, “I don’t know how you found this door but you’re really good at that…” The voices faded away and all was quiet.

Twiggs, meanwhile, was listening to a boring lecture in the Great Crystallu Hall. The lecture was being given by several of his researchers. None dared to tell him that he was sitting on Karen’s Throne. All Twiggs knew was that it was a comfortable chair despite its odd looks. One old researcher just seemed to drone on and on like the buzzing of bees. It was making Twiggs sleepy.

“Thousands of years ago after the Dark Lord failed his ceremony but before the Second Binding the Crystallu Forest was dying from lack of water as well as other things we are not sure about. It was then that the great heroes Keymon and Eadwill were pursuing the Dark Lord in a desperate attempt to bind him. The elves were either fleeing or changing with the destruction of their forests and they suspected much like the Crystallu group did recently that this was a magical plaque.”

Many looked at Twiggs quickly and then away again, but the almost sleeping King had failed to note the comment. The old elf continued not realizing that he might have insulted the King. “It was a chaotic time and people were dying from new monsters that seemed attracted in some strange way to this area and through fear of catching the plaque. Many were slain out of hand at the first signs of the change. That was when figurines were developed that would change humans who had sympathies towards nature into elves. It failed to cure the Crystallu version though.”

“The Dark Lord had escaped through the chaotically torn city and had sought shelter in the newly made Dark Lands previously called the Shadow Lands. From his hiding place he saw the elves fighting to save what little they could or fleeing from the changes. The land, without water, was becoming a desert, a horrible burning land without a place for any normal life. The Dark Lord could not resist adding to the Chaos. He took control of the Nylss from the Vampires killing their leader and cowing the rest. He had the Nylss magicians modify and mutate the animals and some of the Monsters there. The elves fighting a rear guard action there could not control or coordinate, many died trying. Refugees fleeing from the dying forest were cut down or eaten. Heroes trying to save the forest or the refugees were killed. It became too dangerous to leave the protection of the city and so the citizens of Crystallu City were trapped. Unable to leave without being attacked by the monsters and unable to stand the changes of the world around them they slowly went mad. The Dark Lord saw this and smiled for he liked their new forms. He liked them a lot it seems, for many years they were left alone as the Dark Lord chaotically lost interest in those he had corrupted and went on to other lands and other people.”

The old man cleared his throat nosily and the loudly snoring Twiggs, awoke for a moment bleary eyed and then slowly and more quietly settled back into the chair. The old man continued again unaware of having almost awakened the King, Breeze smiled as she sat near the King. He had spent too many nights looking through research and the old one was boring and only partially right for his information had strange gaps and holes in it. She smiled and pretended to continue listening attentively as Twiggs and his other wives sat also amused by the sleeping elf king.

“The Dark Lord was later caught and bound by Keymon and Eadwell though both died in the doing of this great deed. The forest over a two-year time period finished dying and the elves became different than they had been and created abominable idols to replace what they had lost. Generations passed and the monsters grew and became more numerous and fewer and fewer of the citizens ever left the city for they had become more docile with in breeding and the tainted apathy of the Dark Lord was upon them. A great jealousy grew from them and their forest brethren became the target of their envy and hatred. Harsh, accusatory and angry words were spoken and soon there was no contact between the peoples at all. The apathy continued for some time more and would have taken the last of the Crystallu elves away if the witch Karen had not concocted an evil and vile scheme to continue the Dark Lord’s evil! Born long after the change she had never known the Forest and cared little for it. Hatred was her hallmark and a fiendish intelligence was her gift from him and it was rivaled only by the Dark Lord.” The old mans voice had been rising and even Twiggs awoke on this one. His face became angry and he spoke sharply, “Be silent old one!”

Twiggs looked around at the suddenly silent room, “Let us all understand something here and understand it well! Karen could no more help what she was changed into than any other elf in Crystallu. I do not blame the casualties in a war FOR the war. Her ancestors died fighting and even IF they were corrupted they still fought the good fight as long as they were able to do so! They did not forget what they lost but still tried to remember it in their art. While we find this pathetic, it blindingly shows that they did not forgive or forget in two thousand years the love they felt for a land so mercilessly changed and used against them.” He looked pointedly at the ashen-faced audience.

“Never will I have it said that Karen served the Dark Lord for it is well known she did not and even Dick Helmet..” The crowd gasped at the mention of the Dark Lords true name. “… acknowledged it himself! Maimed, Lame and hurting they still stood in the gap against evil and many paid the most terrible price an elf could be asked to pay and still remain alive! I have now returned only the legacy that was stolen from them and they will need our kindness and compassion to make the changes this imposes upon them with dignity and compassion. You will honor them as heroes or I will know the reason why! Swift will be my justice and retribution in any such matter. Now go and consider my words and look not with shame upon your brother or sister elves that gave up so much. They deserve and worked as hard for this return as any other elf and I will not have them treated roughly for it. We have welcomed the changed humans in our midst no matter what country they are from for they are we. Will you do less for your very blood kin? Not while I stand as KING! Go now and reflect upon my words.”

Somewhat refreshed after his small nap, Twiggs then went to contact the King of the Jelgai. Soon he was talking with Galebolt and the young King did not look at all pleased. Galebolt had sent his message through the Tower to Twiggs with no hint of nervousness in his stern voice. “It is about time you contacted me. I want to know when you intend to reverse the problem with my advisor that I am certain you kidnapped. No, don’t play word games with me. We both know that Tylaa was kidnapped long before people were changed to elves and if you were so innocent how did you know that she would be changed? Tylaa has no elf blood in her so I suspect the rumors I have heard of ‘Green Sickness’ in Livyanu is justified and you are capable of changing humans into elves. If I am correct what you have done is monstrous! The Green Sickness is your creation!”

Twiggs lowered his head in a slight bow, “You honor me King Galebolt by responding so quickly. Thank you. It has been brought to my attention and then beaten into my stubborn pride that I have caused your country and many others a great deal of grief. Many of your people were changed into elves by my actions. I wish to make right what I have done wrong. Please tell me how I can do this for your people.” Galebolt starred at him for a long moment trying to decide what Twiggs angle was.

Galebolt spoke, “Very well you only admit partial guilt. We will deal with what you do admit first. What you have done you have done. I would see some correction applied in this matter. You will return immediately those you have changed and are from my country. You will NOT I repeat NOT be found to control them while any in their immediate family remains alive. If you are so discovered controlling them you will pay any penalty I DEEM to be suitable whether you think it reasonable or not! This conversation will remain public. The elves you release will remain with their families and you will help both parties to adjust to the changed circumstances and will pay until they either return to their previous state. Or barring this, once all the immediate family has died. The changed elves are then and only then free to enter your country if that is what THEY wish to do. You will subsidize their relocation or final decisions.” Twiggs quickly signaled his agreement.

Galebolt spoke harshly. “Now let us discuss your changing and kidnapping members of my GOVERNMENT at my sisters tournament. A blatant act of aggression and war. Does this include Rape as well? If you do indeed control the Green Sickness and change humans, like Rebecca and Tyla to elves then you have much to answer for in the Halls of Justice. Felina was neither elf nor Human, but now you have a cat Elf. Aurora was a human Vampire and had no elf blood. The list continues. Much has become clear to me of late for I have been following Sirron’s Justice very closely. Let me now hear your story and your restitution here.”

Twiggs message showed his frustration disguised as patience, “Perhaps you have misunderstood. I held a ceremony. In that ceremony the Dark Lord and I vied for power. One of the backlashes of that fight whether you believe it was on purpose or accidental, was the turning of many thousands of people into elves. I came to you to help those people because it is my responsibility to do so. We have done that and you have been most reasonable. I thank you. The REST of the Elvin affairs are Elvin affairs. I do not hand out information on elves be it true, false, or both without great cause. Thank you for your time.

Galebolt listened carefully and spoke quietly. “We are not talking about your ceremony now Twiggs. We are talking about the liberties you took before it. While I admit I can’t prove it wasn’t a part of your ceremony. I believe that your ceremony was not started before this point when the kidnappings took place. I believe the kidnappings were a prelude to you setting up specialized components for your ceremony. Whereas the Dark Lord chose to link to King’s directly, I have reason to believe that you chose to link to countries through prestigious female advisors! I believe you killed Aurora when you discovered it would be too dangerous to control her and that you released Jade Pearl / Skragg for the same reasons. Skragg as Jade I suspect was much more ‘reasonable’ than Rahvin and ‘permitted’ this for an unknown favor. Rahvin’s conversation with Jade was also sent showing those two despite their obvious hostility in public do work together behind the scenes as well. I also suspect you did negotiate with Rahvin to steal Kristiana to thwart Betred.”

“Now you say elf affairs are elf affairs. That may be true now. They cease to be elf affairs alone though when you affect my people and me with your devious machinations. My people and Advisors are not elves nor have they ever been elves and you know this well. The changes you admit you forced on my people in your ceremony I accepted for that rule has not been changed but I suspect it also was an outgrowth of your attempt to regain Crystallu. I think you knew it would have a larger affect than just Crystallu and I do believe you knew it would be worldwide in affect. The ones you changed prior to that point I don’t believe for a moment and neither does any other ruler with a grain of intelligence! When will you honestly deal with that issue?” Galebolt got little satisfaction for Twiggs refused to reply.

Galebolt was unhappy with Twiggs’ evasion and attempted several times to get him to talk. Unfortunately, while Twiggs was always polite it was obvious that the Elvin King had gotten what he wanted from the negotiation and no more information would be forth coming. Galebolt did not have the power to force the issue and his sister was apparently uninterested which disturbed him greatly. He would have to wait. He also realized he did not have much time to spend on this matter. The disturbance between Thimhalen and Tlashtek was worsening quickly. Now Rahvin was trying to order him to appear at the Monster’s Ball. Galebolt would not attend and would not be seen to be giving an air of legitimacy to what was blatantly a violation of Law. Already he had moved to his command center, declared a state of war to exist between the Jelgai and Nylss and had begun preparations for a war. He expected little support from anyone.

Twiggs on the other hand was in a far better mood. He had been negotiating with leaders of several countries at the same time as he had been talking to Galebolt. Corman and Rahvin had been less than cooperative but Skragg and Betred had agreed to allow the elves to leave their country and to allow Twiggs to pay restitution to their families. The Tpsolei pirates of the Spouting Mountains had merely released the elves in return for a favor. This bothered Twiggs but Damien seemed to have learned a great deal from his trip to hell. Livyanu and the Tpsolei isles were incommunicado since both Jarod and Harpin were busy with Corman. Sirron though had set up a section of his forest for the elves to live with their families and apparently was totally unaware that their being elves was a problem. Twiggs was shocked at this. Perhaps the young elf was indeed learning. He would bear watching if he survived the Monsters Ball.

The rest of the day went rather quietly as Twiggs traveled about his country using his powers to build homes and villages for his people. A few of Crystallu’s stupider and more troubling monsters had to be destroyed but they were little challenge to the + Two King. Twiggs was soon able to return to his daughter and Breeze. Then the other shoe dropped. Corman again.

The situation Galebolt had been so worried about had escalated alarmingly. Corman had started to insult Elaine and had issued a duel challenge! Harpin as his ally was considered to have a conflict of interest and so could not take part. After all he could not fight a Duel with his ally and leader! He certainly could not be expected to throw the fight for the loss of prestige it would entail, either. Corman it appeared had tied up Harpin neatly. Now he insisted that since Twiggs had shared a Throne with Elaine and that he was more powerful than Harpin that he should fight the duel with Corman. Twiggs was not happy. Corman even quoted his own words back at him in Month One! Drat the Insane King!

He had suspected a trap with the Monster’s Ball. He just knew it was Rahvin’s objective to get him away from his daughter. He had told Rahvin he would show but actually he had no intentions of doing any such thing. Now Corman was insistent that he come out and ‘Fight” a Duel. Twigs smelled something rotten, again. He suspected Rahvin was still after his daughter. Corman’s invitation to come out and fight made Twiggs certain the two were still working together despite the blizzard of insults they exchanged every day. What was worse was what if the Battle between Rahvin and Corman was a sham to divert attention? Then Betred was most likely in no danger at all and it was all just window dressing for something else! Twiggs began to smell a very fat and stinky DL rat! Could it be Corman was actually planning to make an attack elsewhere?

It seemed likely. Much seemed to hinge on preparation work for the Monsters Ball. Twiggs was certain that Rahvin was trying a ceremony here. His targets were interesting of late. Sirron, Galebolt, Elaine and Twiggs were the main ones. This was the major core force that had given the Dark Lord the most grief lately. It stood to reason that Rahvin was going to bring the Dark Lord back to the world and that Corman must be helping him. Terrible things were bound to happen that would make the last Dark Lord ceremony pale by comparison. He quickly ordered that Corman should be allowed to come into the country the latter part of the first week of the month and duel knowing this was another blind. He then called his Advisors for an emergency meeting.

Once gathered he presented his suspicions to the advisors and they had several comments.

Breeze spoke first with conviction. “Rahvin and Corman are still after young Arase. She is a link to the Dark Lord and you. Possession of her to use in their ceremony and to possibly regain Karen drives them. All must hinge upon this. I suspect they mean to sacrifice her in some way. If we do not deal with this issue in a definitive manner we could very well see the final destruction of our world. There is no doubt the Dark Lord is driving them both.”

“That may be so,” stated Thistle grimly, “but the plan is greater than that. Yes much hinges on the child as you say but I suspect that the duel has an even greater purpose. It allows Corman to enter our country with Harpin, Damien and their Armies, possibly Jarod’s as well. I suspect the duel is a sham as well but I think they will use this as an excuse to attack. We will have brought them in past our hard defenses and they can with their massed armies do much damage to destroy us.”

Lorega the next most senior spoke humorously, “The Dark Lord uses Betred of that there is little doubt. We saw that the Dark Lord always studies reactions of anyone he is interested in and Betred is stubbornly foolish in so many things. The Dark Lord saw the first battle of Tlashtek and purposely has engineered the second using as tools those he influences. The Dark Lord will not repeat the same outcome though. The attack on Tlashtek I predict will never happen. Betred is incensed. He will have Corman assassinated for that is how he worked it with my father. The Dark Lord saw how much Betred responded last time. The continuing comments back and forth are to keep everyone focused on that issue. The Dark Lord is completing a ceremony. We nearly lost every child in the world in his first. What will he target in his second?”

“The Lawfuls of course.” Rebecca stated quietly and everyone looked at her in astonishment. Rebecca rarely said anything but when she did she was always proven to be right. With everyone looking at her she was shy for a moment but continued. She had been the only one to refuse to be a Wife to Twiggs. She was the only full grown woman of the elves that was still a Virgin. This gave her great authority and power in the elf nation as a Priestess. Still Twiggs had used her mostly as a nanny for the girls only, for he was unsure of her powers.

“The Dark Lord is well known in Livyanu. We did not adopt our particular religion lightly despite your views. Look you at the situation. Elaine, Harpin, Jarod… all are Lawfuls. Sirron represents Justice despite being neutral he must uphold the LAW. What would happen if all the Lawful Kings were killed or disgraced? The same thing the Sacred Trail did. Law would continue to decline past the point of no return. Chaos is dangerously strong right now. Rahvin is enticed by the Dark Lord to push it past that point.”

“Twiggs is a target because he has the power to mitigate or lessen the outcome. So Twiggs and the elves are tied down protecting your children and all the recent arrivals as well as Crystallu which is currently in Chaos due to it’s changed nature and loss of it’s ruler. If they get Arase so much the better but I suspect if they don’t it will not stop their major plan in the slightest. If Harpin dies, Elaine may or may not lose power for they share power from their joint ceremony, but the Attributes do not lightly take away power. It is a new situation and much needs to be determined. What I do know is that if Elaine falls, Galebolt will fall with her for he would never allow his sister to come to harm and he is not stupid. The whole mess is to happen in Sirron’s country to desecrate Justice so he will be weakened as well and Chaos will visit his country in the form of the Monster’s Ball. Jarod is already captured. Peace is weakened.”

“I agree.” Stated Tylaa, “There is more than one goal to this plan the chaotics have made. They are working well together and the loss of Karen has sparked them to make a powerful attack that includes all those who should have helped Karen. Rahvin has contributed parts of the plan. Corman has contributed other parts.”

“The Dark Lord somehow has coordinated it all but how he does this is a mystery as many of his powers are. Always deception is our friend the Dark Lord. I don’t think Corman and Rahvin are actually discussing plans so there is not much to see in the communiqués between them. Each has a part they intend to fulfill and they forward their part unknowing what the others are doing. They react normally. That is why this plan does not look totally like a Rahvin or a Corman plan. It is deceptive in the extreme. The Dark Lord is undoubtedly controlling them both and the overall plan has to be his.”

“What makes it interesting in this case is that he is letting both Corman and Rahvin do it in their own way rather than his normal way. Very devious, and it hides the plan even better. We were all watching and we almost all missed it if it hadn’t been for words from Rebecca. Galebolt would be well aware of this for his spies are well trained and extremely devious as they are outfitted with special devices from Mondragon. If I know Galebolt he has forted up and is preparing war plans. I suspect he is trying desperately to woo his sister’s attention away from Rahvin, but she appears to be enthralled by the Vampires hypnotic charms. Even knowing the outcome though he will not act against her for her own good. He is bound by Towers traditions and training.”

Felina was perched on one of the overhead rafters her cat’s eyes glowing yellow in the elf body with the cats tail. “Corman plays with you all. He doesn’t care if he is killed or not. Karen was his life. Being a Bard and a Romantic he is fully prepared to destroy the world to get his revenge. He would never have dared to ask her to marry him. He had her on a pedestal and he keeps a secret shrine to her. I know of it because I was his Chief of Intelligence. His plan will not stop at that point. I am guessing he made a deal with the Dark Lord. He sold his soul for revenge upon you all. The assassination will not stop him. If he does all the Dark Lord has to do will be to bring him back. Killing him makes little difference. I have spent more time with the Dark Lord than many of you and more than most of his Advisors! Corman may be killed but he has already done more than enough for the Dark Lord to bring him back. He will be at the Monsters Ball and I will be with him for is not my assignment from Corman to be with the Dark Lord whenever possible?” She closed her eyes dismissing the humans.

Lorelei nodded, “Jarod is not with them. He would never give in to save himself. They are using his name and army but he will not be seen with them unless it is an illusion. I know Jarod and he is stubborn and truly wants peace. He would never go to war to save himself when killing him will make him stronger.”

Twiggs had listened carefully. “Unfortunately, I think all of you are correct. I have only one choice this move. I had hoped it wouldn’t go this far, but I see no out. Thank you for your time. The army and the Security situation will stay as it is through the first week on Month Three. After that period all military forces will stand down off alert and Security will go back to normal operations.”

The advisors looked at him in shock. “That is my command and it will not be argued.” Stated Twiggs forcefully. “That will be all. I thank you for a job well done and my plans will soon be obvious to you. You will know what to do then. This meeting is over.” The advisors, still puzzled filed out and Twiggs sat thinking in the empty room.

Peace is not the absence of conflict; it's the absence of inner conflict.

Little Starving, Ragged Boy to Betred: “I’m hungry.”

Fat Rich looking Betred: “Stop talking politics, I’m eating”

Jarod sat comfortably in his bottle patiently waiting. The bottle had been nicely appointed in fine furniture and plush carpeting. He lack for nothing save human contact. This troubled him not at all. Peace was patient. He continued to think and do research from the library contained in the bottle. The library had been one of those small King’s libraries that Shennu had marketed and it had many references of interest in it. Jarod rapidly read much of the recent histories to catch up with events he and his people had missed during their long and enforced exile.

Every now and then updated news documents from Extensive somehow mysteriously appeared in the bottle as well so that he could keep up with recent happenings. The events were disturbing and Jarod contemplated the many issues now facing the Kings. He again started to reread some of the letters that had been flying back and forth between the Rulers:

CORMAN: "Betred, for your information, I do not enjoy curses that affect my country just because you are religiously intolerant! It sets a bad pattern when you are punishing people in my country you have never met without my permission or leave. I am King of Thimhalen not you! I agree with Rahvin. That you say you did it in a ceremony as your excuse and you say they are part of the DL I have seen NO PROOF of this. While Twiggs can make a case that he went head to head with Dick and history shows he at least APPEARED to, YOU have not. So don't go telling me your doing this to fight the DL when you are head of Extensive and supposedly neutral. Matter of fact; don't bring Extensive in on this at all! You did this as King of Tlashtek so if we decide to punish Tlashtek your fair game! Now I tell you flat out since you ask. Get your stinking curse off my people no matter where they may be or face the full and righteous might of Thimhalen.

PS: I wasn't going to warn you but Rahvin decided he should try to convince you first. I was just going to wait till I had facts that your curse is really working and then nail your hoop. You realize that if you are correct and this Church does belong to the DL as you state then your curse will have little if no affect against his power unless he wants it to? So he may let your curse work in countries that will really get mad at you and can squash you like a bug."

"Hey Elaine, Sirron, Twiggs, Harpin, Damien, Galebolt, Skragg... you going to let this BOZO curse your people and lands too? Maybe we all want to team up and teach Tlashtek some manners by paying him a visit after the party at Sirron's! He sure ain't fighting no DL and he certainly hasn't voted on who the DL might be. You know Sirron he hasn't even offered to help his ally who handles his own police force! Maybe Betred should not get the dwarf lands... Maybe Rahvin and even Twiggs might decide to bury our hatchet in Betred and divide them up between Rahvin and Twiggs?"

Skragg: "If Betred wants to nail this slime ball Church I have no objections to it. They did try to blackmail Extensive you know so don't say it isn't an Extensive matter you rolling piece of belly lint. Now I do agree that the curse should have been limited inside his own borders but if you have Thimhalenites practicing magicology in my country I will remind you of this. In my country we go by MY law and my law says anyone can kill these iceholes anytime they run across one be he Thimhalenite, DL or elf. Remember this rule written clearly in Bragging Rights? "Anyone in another country including diplomats must abide by the laws in that country or suffer the consequences? Well I want them dead."

Corman: "Listen you Big Fury Blue LUMP that looks like a girl. That's my very point. You do what you want with them in your country. I am not arguing that point and you damn well know it! I am arguing with Betred's right to make a law in his country and applying it to mine without my consent or permission! You want to give him permission to kill people in your country fine! But I sure as Hades didn't give him permission to slaughter people in mine, Extensive or no. Now you say because Extensive was threatened that makes it an Extensive matter. Well I tell you now, If Betred says this is an Extensive matter then I quote Month One by YOU to Betred, "You want to violate that and I will lay such a penalty on you with the board of Kings that even you won't be able to pay it off." Now what does the Board of Kings say about EXTENSIVE violating the Kings prerogatives in other countries OFF Extensive Grounds? HHHMMMM? I know even Twiggs has NEVER/EVER/EVER given Extensive that Right and neither has anyone else. So Skragg now I say to you, Stop your curse or we will stop you!"

Skragg: shrugs, "Very well, I will present your complaints to the CEO of Extensive. The final decision must be his."

From there the situation had continued to deteriorate rapidly fueled by a seeming split between Rahvin and Corman. It was not long after that when suddenly illusional figures of Corman and Rahvin appeared in his bottle to talk. Jarod was not surprised. He had expected this very thing.

Illusional Image of Rahvin: “ Here's the deal meat. You, as anyone can plainly see, are in a very bad position. I offer you this ONE chance to regain your previous position. Your so – called ally Sirron has been bartering with me to invade your country. There are no doubts and no unclear case here for I have his writings.” He tosses several down. “This is fact, it has been documented by numerous sources and the proof is undeniable. He wants your throne and your army, and is willing to use me to get it. I on the other hand am not willing to give him that much power.”

“You will be forgiven for your transgressions. I will restore to you your country and crown. I will give you money and aid in rebuilding your kingdom. I shall give you three months in which I will ensure that none of my forces or those of my allies shall disturb you in any way. I shall restore to you all of your powers. I shall allow you to keep your Token and I shall even allow you to keep Zozan. In return you shall stick to your own business for three months and not get involved in mine. You shall make no aggressive or negative moves against my allies or me for three months. And you shall support myself and my allies in whatever action we decide to take against Tlashtek and Betred Legais. This is the deal, accept it or remain in your prison for the rest of eternity meat. You have four days to decide.”

Jarod spoke quietly, “More duplicity Corman? I have seen the notices you sent me and know that you and Rahvin are at odds over Fruitcake and Brownies. How pathetic. Rahvin might have had this message ready for this month’s plans but I am not about to trust either him or you. I also do not require four days to decide your ultimatums and if Rahvin and you are deceiving the world with a fight or you are serious and want another tool to attack Tlashtek with makes no difference. The outcome is the same, more Chaos and Death. Let me tell you a story Corman. You are a Bard and like interesting stories do you not? If that is Rahvin actually listening in he might find this interesting.”

“There once were three men locked in a prison. The prison was comfortable enough and had good beds, adequate food, and limited amusements. It was not a harsh place. One prisoner was strong and heavily muscled. A bit of a bully but not strictly unreasonable. The second was an amusing fellow, very smart and witty and he helped to make life bearable at times. The third was a deeply religious man and looked much like a studious fellow. He was forever mouthing platitudes that the other two laughed at.”

Rahvin spoke, “Sounds familiar. Is this to be a platitudes or a waffling story?” Jarod ignored the statement and continued, “One day the Bully was in terrible pain. Greenish colored veins distended and appeared on his pale face and skin. In agony he started to throw up a sickly and foul smelling greenish muck. It struck the smart one and burned and he shriveled up drastically as if by a wasting disease. He screamed in fear an hatred and tried to hide. There are very few places in a prison though where you can hide and the insane bully continued to rampage striking out and spewing his distasteful poison as the smart one screamed for the guards to come and save him.” Corman spoke disgustedly, “This story does have a point I presume. I wish you would get to it.”

Jarod nodded in agreement. “The bully then spewed onto the other inmate but outside of creating an outward mess nothing seemed to happen. The weak one attempted to calm and reason with the sick bully but the inmate only kept getting worse and worse until he died from his sickness. He tried to help the smart one but the smart one didn’t want any help and so the bully killed him eventually. The guards never showed up to clean up the mess or cure the bully for they did not wish to be contaminated by his illness.” Rahvin spoke contemptuously. “Another stupid obvious story that means nothing. I hope you rot in here.” He promptly vanished but Jarod continued undisturbed. Corman saw a strange light in his eyes.

“Rahvin is the bully of course and the prison is our world. He spews sickness in the form of vile words of hatred and evil. No one comes to rescue for they don’t wish to be infected. Only I your fellow inmate try to offer you a chance to change and remove your sickness. You refuse the cure and try to abuse me but it is nothing. You? I know you, Corman.”

Corman laughed, “Amusing, but silly. Rahvin dislikes your interpretation and you know me not at all. I think I will leave as well and just tell everyone you are working for me now. That will be enough to control your fleet and your lands. Perhaps I will give them to Damien or Harpin as a reward. See you don’t know me at all.”

Jarod spoke calmly, “Your Attribute is Genius/Madness.” Corman stopped laughing in shock. “You are the mad creator who hides in castles to discover life. The wizard that summons demons for no purpose of his own. You are the person who causes others trouble just to further your own lust for knowledge that others do not share. You make the secret terrible weapons of war that so many would like to use. Genius is not limited to real things though either. You can create new ways and procedures to do things. The things you can do are Great. Horrible perhaps but Great as well. You applaud yourself in that you are more intelligent than others and arrogantly look down on them for their lack of the knowledge you have and call them Stupid.”

Jarod continued as Corman’s face turned redder with rage. “Even others as smart as you are targets so that you can prove that you are superior. You crave power but use it improperly in childish and foolish ways. You feel the rules should not apply to you for you are above all rules by your immense ego! Rules and Morals are things you use to bring trouble to others and are just convenient tools. You hate me because I am Responsible and you dislike Responsibility in any form. You do things to satisfy your own pathetic whims. You have no morals of your own but borrow from the morals of those you serve.”

“You have been seeking an Evil Master to serve and you have discovered one. You are not at odds with Rahvin despite your pose for you are serving him already. You pick a bad Master Corman for his dark vision will destroy you. I will call you what you are in my native tongue, Igor.”

Corman stopped smiling and looked with murderous hatred at Jarod who seemed not touched by it at all. “You dare to oppose us?” He hissed angrily, “I could destroy you now with your knowledge and responsibility and you will be as nothing.” Jarod nodded in agreement, “All you say is true. You can destroy my body but others will take my place. You can eliminate me for a time and even imprison me. That has been done to many who had a vision or dream of peace. You think you brilliantly captured me? You now begin to suspect that I let you? You are correct in your thoughts. Fighting is your game not mine. I went where you wanted me to be for Peace has a price.” He sat down as Corman watched like a rat hypnotized by a snake.

“Rahvin says I waffle but you notice that I am here? I opposed him and you for two months, but the world was not ready for peace. I will wait until they tire of fighting each other and are ready to band under a strong leader. If I were the waffler elite as Rahvin and others proclaim then he would not have found it necessary to act to contain me. You both saw the threat I represent, so I am here. My Attribute was correct. I don’t need weapons or a country or power to oppose you and your kind. I only require a vision. You do not dare kill me for that may be just what will set off a battle you cannot win. If I must die? That is the easiest part of my job.”

Corman spoke angrily, “Then stay in here and reflect the more fool you are. I will come back in Month Five and if you have not changed your mind by then you will be forgotten by anyone with power. I will then safely kill you or perhaps will toss your bottle in the sea or a volcano so that you will spend eternity here.” Corman abruptly vanished.

Jarod went calmly back to his research but said nothing. Corman would not see his danger and Rahvin obviously did not want to acknowledge the danger to his ally either. Jarod knew that both Betred and Twiggs would not sit idly by as the tensions continued to escalate without making some type of move. Both were the older kings and wielded much power and experience. Jarod felt he would be released soon enough when the others realized just how bad the situation had become. He sat down and returned to his reading and studying for knowledge was a key to peace. Control, understanding and unity were others. When the Kings would chose a leader and loyally support that leader that would be the day that peace would begin in the world and the Attribute wars would be over. Only Jarod could see that day and Peace was patient.

“Where is your Justice?”

Skragg talking to Gerrain: “A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil. As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman. "That's unfair!" he cried. "I have to roast for all eternity, and that lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman." "Shut up," barked the Devil, jabbing him with his pitchfork in a sensitive place. "Who are you to question that woman's punishment?" Gerrain nodded in agreement for it was Justice.

Sirron had not been following recent events and had secluded himself after he had dealt with Estelle last month. He had been troubled by the incipient visit from the Dark Lord and Rahvin had been very strident in his recent claims. He had tried to get Sirron to attack Tpsolei now that Jarod was gone but Sirron had refused. Then he had been demanding Justice. Others had been as vocal. “Where is your Justice? Your Justice is nothing but the old Justice in a new wrapper! For this Justice you killed a man! You have no Justice and you waffle so much it never will be!”

On and on had the accusations continued and finally Sirron had to drop all other work and present a system. He had secluded himself with Skragg who still looked like Jade Pearl and they had discussed Justice in great detail. They had seated themselves on cushions and were surrounded by scrolls as they researched many ancient writings. Sirron was glad for the Emperor’s help for Jade was extremely good at ferreting out hidden lore and ideas. They had worked for days stopping only when necessary. After three weeks of intense study Sirron set the last scroll aside in disappointment. “I am afraid that we have gone as far as we are able. The wealth of information makes my head spin. I did not realize that justice could be administered in so many ways and yet each has serious flaws.”

Jade nodded gravely, “Still the search was instructive. Justice is flawed because in each and every instance the law became to complex and ruined the initial concept. Many concepts were basically good. For instance Justice is like a finely tailored robe. A tailor makes this robe and designs it for a person of certain character, weight, height and temperament. The person takes this robe and proud of it’s design shows it off to others who envy and desire the same. However like most people they want the robe their way. They want changes. Each orders the original robe with the additions and changes they want instead of making a new robe that fits them. Soon it is unrecognizable as the original. Justice is a Robe but instead of many copies people tack on changes, exceptions, ideas, and theories to suit their own whims or prerogatives onto the original. It becomes too complex and it fails for then no one understands it. Simplicity is the Key.”

Sirron waved for tea and spoke as well, “Yes. You are correct but the problem is there are to many interests and people with differing viewpoints. Criminals will never accept Justice no matter how fair it is. It is impossible to make a ‘one size fits all’ Justice that so many of the Rulers seem to demand. You must be able to patch your work in this case. If you do not Justice is not versatile enough to be useful.”

Jade nodded patiently. “All you say is correct and I think you have struck the point of it squarely. You cannot satisfy everyone on what form Justice will take, so you must satisfy the majority. The first Test or Rule of Justice is the Test of Popularity. In order for a law to be successful it must conform to the notions of the greatest amount of people. For a ruler to force a law onto people that neither wants nor desire it is foolish for all. Our Justice will work as a whole because we will take a holistic look at the whole world.”

“For instance Tlashtek licenses thieves but every other country save Shennu punishes thievery. So to say worldwide that theft is not permitted is Justice. This is not a test of Power it is a test of what the mass of people believe. It makes no difference that Betred or I order that thieves are not criminals when everyone else in the world will punish them whether they have our blessing or not.”

“Also, in Livyanu, Harpin was researching the Church of Magicology however his people rose in revolt branding him heretic. Everyone else laughs at this event but it is not funny, it is dangerous. Many people worldwide say that in Harpin’s country the people are Just and no one else cares. Sometimes the Justice must be narrowed down to focus on the affected group. In other words when not judging world wide, you must see whom the ruling affects most and apply Justice to that group. So if we were asked to apply Justice on this Test, in Livyanu, then we must say Harpin is indeed guilty.”

Sirron looked shocked for a moment. “That is ghastly! Harpin did nothing wrong but research a threat and his people went berserk. That is NOT justice and mercy it is an abomination that no one in his or her right mind will accept. What good is it to include popular laws if they are not fair? We have seen popular laws before. They were not right and were later proved that way.”

Jade nodded smiling slightly. “Again you are correct. It is a pleasure to converse with one who considers carefully. So many of the other rulers rush too fast in their conclusions. Still, in this case you also leap to far ahead in your impatience. We are building the basic rules but there is not just one test of rule. Like a tripod you need three legs to stand.” Jade chided him with a smile.

“One or two legs for a chair is not enough for the stability you require, for a table it is worse. We are both aware of this as you so quickly pointed out. A system as complex as Justice requires a firm platform on which to rest. We are not making laws here. We are creating a way to interpret the existing laws better so that all may properly understand the ramifications of what they accomplish. Each rule or test must be equal in size and strength to each of the others for each leg must support the weight of justice. None is stronger or weaker in its affect but like a bundle of sticks when used together it is stronger than any single stick”

“The Test of Popularity is Important but like all rules it is a guide that points to Justice. There is another Rule or Test of equal power and weight and that is the Test of Evil. We must look at the ramifications of the law that we are applying. By the rule of Popularity Harpin is Guilty. Much like a three panel judge the rule stands and states that Harpin violates his Law. Now we look at what Harpin did.

Harpin serves his countries religion and was given his position by them to act as an out of country enforcer of its will. This makes him a member of his countries religion. A religion popular amongst his people but largely ignored or sneered at by the world’s population. Again we start with a worldview. Almost every country sees the Clear Sky religion as fanatical, brutal and dangerous. People are tortured or die for violating any of a thousand or more ‘sins’. A religion that harms and kills people not of it’s own tenants is basically evil. If they harmed only their own and ignored the rest of the world this would be very different but we know that this is not so. The Test of Evil says that to murder, maim or through thoughtless and irresponsible action cause harm to another is evil. By this rule Harpin is not guilty.”

Sirron laughed, “Excellent but a trifle limited and extremely convoluted. Harpin gets his power from his Church and they would normally have the right to hale him down from his throne if they can. Frankly I don’t see where you‘re going with this. It seems to me the interpretation of the laws is to limited. Much of what you say is very theoretical in practice. You seem to take the existing laws and run them through this interpreter but it gives results based on your personal opinion! How do you intend to apply any of this? Either way your last two rules seem to fight each other and neither is stronger and both carry equal weight if differing opinions. If you get what I get then you could be accused of waffling in your Justice. A term I have heard used quite frequently in the last couple of months, “ Sirron finished ruefully.

“Hence the third rule or test. The Test of Applicability or how the law is applied in practice. What was the laws intent if there was a law or if a new law must be made how should it be enacted. This is the part that handles the moral dilemmas of most situations and allows you to incorporate mercy. There is no overall law that applies to Harpin on a worldwide basis nor does it apply on a civil basis for those factors have already been judged. We gage Harpins intent and that of his people for how can you not judge one without looking at the intentions of another? Harpin researched a religion, this we know. He does not state why. Nowhere in Petal Throne is it illegal to investigate a happening. The intent of his people is something else again.”

“They are angry because he has not destroyed the elf Rebecca as is required by their religion. The other things they add are to prove that their charge against him is Righteous. He is not killing elves. He is looking at other religions. All of these are Justifications for their acts against an established authority. Now normally Livyanuians would have used other methods such as a ‘lessoning’ or a test of faith that Harpin would have to pass. Why the totally different view this time?”

“Easy, someone has stirred up the priesthood. Someone has fermented this revolt for gain. Since it is unlikely any Livyanuian would think this way it has to be out of country. The actual revolt started with the rise of Jarod, Rahvin and yourself. Jarod is aligned with Harpin by trade treaties. He has no reason to make his cash flow the less. You yourself have no interest in Livyanu. Rahvin was after Jarod and has had harsh words with Harpin. Rahvin acts quickly to erase anything he conceives as a slight. Logic dictates that Rahvin is backing the rebels. See? The Test of Evil is correct. We now can say without fear or doubt that Harpin is not guilty,” finished Jade calmly.

Sirron looked doubtful. “That is an awful lot of reaching. You’re applying knowledge, experience and possibly even gut instinct to your case. Not everyone is a Sage as you put in your book last month. How can you assure the outcome will always be right?”

Jade sighed, “You ask for perfect Justice again. Nothing is perfect especially Justice. Justice is applied by the will of the masses against those who threaten society. It is not right, nor is it many times fair or even correct in it’s outcome! It is societies interpretation of what is acceptable to it. When it is acceptable it is fair. When it is not it is unfair. If you get an eighty percent success rate you are doing well. Everyone will like not every ruling. I am sure the Livyanuians would not like my last ruling at all but the world, as a whole would most likely accept it. That is true Justice. Now if the attitudes of society change and they embrace the Livyanu religion in the majority then the ruling must change to comply with Popularity Vote in the Application. This ruling of Justice will be accepted, hence it is JUST.”

Sirron looked thoughtful. “I have an idea. Why not set up a panel of three Judges. The first judge would judge exclusively on the popularity rule test and he would judge just on that based on his knowledge of people worldwide. The second would judge on the evil and the third would judge on the basis of applicability.” For several moments he thought carefully. “It would seem a politician, a priest, and a sage or scribe well versed in law and history would be most suitable. I am still not sure though this will work.”

“Then select another case and let us test it again. Has not Corman been yelling for Justice in the case of Betred? Select your judges and let them judge the case we present. I will be Betred’s defense and state his case. You shall be Corman’s prosecution and state his case. Let us see what the judges decide is Justice.” Sirron nodded once and arose. He quickly went out the door and down the corridor where he encounter the Mayor of the small town of Namid. The Mayor had arrived to protest the sudden influx of Monsters at the Extensive facility.

The Mayor was quite surprised that Sirron had suddenly come to fetch him after several days of trying to see the King. He was more surprised when he was told he would be judging a case and that he should do so on the basis of all people worldwide. While still wondering he followed the swiftly moving King into ambassador Ashla’s Room. The elf female was quite naked and obviously performing some type of martial arts exercises! The Mayor turned red but Sirron seemed not to notice and informed her that since Namarushta was much like a religion and she was so familiar with so many of them that she should judge a case based on good or evil! She promised to be there as soon as possible as Sirron rushed out the door with the mayor still wondering of the relationship between the foreign elf female and the King. He decided he had best not tell his wife of this occurrence. She would surely not understand the situation.

Sirron quickly ran into the royal library and spotted an ancient Cy Clan who maintained the books and correlated new histories and knowledge into it. He motioned for the old one to follow him and explained to him what he was to do. A short while later three confused but willing people were sitting in a mock courtroom with many of the nobler Cy Clan observing. The case was presented to the judges as document after document from a multitude of sources was sent. The documents reflected the attitudes of the Kings as they argued. Skragg then presented Betred’s case including a document showing the conversation from the head of the Church of Magicology. Sirron then presented Corman’s case mainly from the vocal arguments that Rahvin and Corman were openly exchanging. A member of the Church of Magicology was also summoned from the local Extensive Facility and questioned at some length but he knew little of the affairs of the head of the church. His testimony was considered but not made public at his request. Upon completion the judges conferred openly and then each handed down a ruling.

The Mayor spoke uncertainly. “I am not sure what you wish of me but I will do as you ask. You ask me to judge this case based on popular opinion. First on a worldwide basis and if that does not apply a local one until I strike something that does apply. Well in my estimation worldwide opinion and law does apply to this case and Corman has the greater complaint in my estimation. People worldwide have died. In every land hundreds perhaps thousands have been brought to ruin in various ways by Betred’s curse. People not part of the Church but dependent on people in the Church for livelihood have also suffered needlessly.”

“In most countries, even Rahvins, murderers are punished for if a peasant kills a Vampire he is tortured and then ritually killed as is all his family. The peasants are considered food and do not have the same rights.”

“Now Betred is partially correct but only partially. An attempt was made to blackmail him by a Dark Lord source. The popular opinion is the Dark Lord is evil and should be opposed. What we have here are two crimes. Not one, and each should be judged on it’s own. One crime has led to another larger crime. Betred is a murderer and should be punished. The Church of Magicology ‘Leadership’ is guilty and should be punished. Since though Betred has punished them already by taking Justice into his own hands in foreign countries where he has no authority I must find Betred of Tlashtek Guilty.”

The Mayor sat down quickly and Ashla dressed in her Cy Clan Robe with the embroider oak tree arose smoothly and bowed politely. Her trained voice carried smoothly to the audience. “You ask me to judge this on the basis of any Evil Ramifications. The Dark Lord is Evil and there is no doubt of this in anyone’s mind in any part of the world. Many rulers have agreed that he must be fought constantly and with no restraint. That is a law that has been in affect for a long time. Any collateral damage is accepted as the price that is paid to remain free from his insidious power. The Dark Lord perpetrated the Evil of that there is no doubt. What was started as an evil deed was escalated into a larger evil deed, as is the case when dealing with the Dark Lord.”

“By current accepted law Betred is NOT Guilty of murder but the Ramifications of that Law are Evil. People were killed, injured, maimed or ruined. The Church Leadership should have been the target of Betred’s curse not the innocent common folk. IF Betred had pronounced his curse against only the true Leader of the Church he would have been fully and completely justified in his action for he would have targeted the true villain or Dark Lord minion. He would have indeed fought the Dark Lord and the damage from that would have to be born. The Church is Guilty but the wrong people were punished. I find the Church leadership Guilty of serving the Dark Lord unknown to the people who serve it and I find that Betred is Guilty of Murder. Bowing Ashla sat down.

The ancient Librarian bowed and stepped forward and in an old soft voice spoke calmly. “I have served for many years amongst the scrolls and stacks of tomes and have had much time for research and reading. I have been ordered to speak on the Application of the Laws in this case. It is not my position to judge and I am uncomfortable with the task but I am loyal and will do as the King commands. The leadership of the Church of Magicology has been proven to be a tool of the Dark Lord. The fight does not end there. While they have received some punishment I remind you that the people serving them are being tricked and lied to by the Dark Lord. He has deceived them. Betred is completely justified in taking steps to protect the world, his people and himself from being used. Just because the Church tells its members that they are good and offers to help and does many good works does not mean that there is not evil in their goal or aims. Good organizations that tout such words have been misused before. The documents presented by Betred are proof positive of this and can not be ignored.”

“Betred would not have killed others if the Dark Lord was not deceiving so many. If nothing else this Dark Lord trap was brought to light. The Spirit of the Law says that Betred should make restitution to non-church members who have suffered from his curse. Church members should immediately leave the Dark Lords Evil Church and found their own branch of this organization to carry on its good works and thus the curse will no longer affect them either. Let this be a warning to them to investigate and watch for Dark Lord influences. The Laws pertaining to the Dark Lord should be reinvestigated and changed to limit collateral damage and controls should be placed that insure that a more surgical method can be found when dealing with the Master of Evil. It does not do well to respond to all Dark Lord attacks with a Shennuian Flame Gun when only a single arrow is required.”

The old man sat down and all three spoke. “It is the consensus of this court that both parties are guilty and both should receive punishment. We were not asked to name a punishment and will not. However we do state that all rulers have been duped in this and continue to be so deceived. Betred should have mercy when the sentence is given as long as he makes proper restitution to the innocent parties. This restitution should be in a form where he feels some of the same loss and pain he has forced upon others. The point was made that to Betred money means little since he has so much of it. We agree with this argument.”

“Corman McLear should decide that method of restitution. We chose Corman because he raised this issue in the first place and he appeared to have nothing to gain from it. We strongly feel that Harpin, Galebolt or especially Elaine should have raised this issue initially and we find them gravely deficient in this matter. Corman deserves the Honor and the Prestige of deciding how Betred will pay for his crimes but we issue this codicil, if Corman’s punishment is overstated due to the bad relations between them then it may be overruled by a majority vote of Rulers.”

Sirron thanked all the participants for their time and energy and quietly ushered them out to where a large banquet table awaited them. He shortly re-entered the room and spoke to Jade who had stayed behind. “It was not exactly the type of verdict I expected.” He raised his hand as Jade, smiling, was about to speak. “Sure it seems to be a fair and honest opinion of the case but only that, an opinion. I am not so convinced that what was accomplished was Justice.”

Jade still smiling had waited patiently and spoke kindly, “You seem to keep feeling that Justice is this high ideal that solves everything. Justice is always opinion. Some are good opinions and some are bad. It will never have an outcome everyone is satisfied with. I admire your quest for perfection, Sirron, but I suspect it is a hopeless Quest. What we attempt to do is apply a check to whatever laws are always there. We see how the people feel, we look for the Evil intentions and Greed in each Law and we try to apply it in a logical and reasonable manner. The judges did well and it is my opinion that Betred or Corman will not like their verdict but that others will accept it as reasonable and just. It may well bring about a peaceful solution.” Sirron looked unconvinced. Jade spoke again more seriously.

“I suggest we take the list of complaints Rahvin has issued and we find people qualified to judge his complaints against you. Let us see what they say according to our method of what Justice is. Then if you are still unconvinced I will give you the opportunity to offer a better ruling of Justice. Then we will offer your view and the courts view of the Justice and see which the rulers prefer. Is this not fair?” Sirron nodded and Jade reviewed the charges as a new court was assembled. Sirron ordered three new judges meeting the same criteria but as members of other countries be assembled. The messenger sent to accomplish the task had a bizarre sense of humor and it was with some amount of surprise when the judges appeared after being briefed. They were quickly seated.

Representing Popular Opinion the messenger had chosen Rebecca once of Livyanu and now of Namarushta. Most admitted this was an excellent choice for Rebecca was extremely popular and was known to be the target of many political interests. She had gone through many changes on behalf of the people but her reputation had remained spotless despite the fact that many rulers had forced their attentions upon her.

Representing the Law and Ramifications had proven to be a wild card. Damien had been selected! When asked why Damien the messenger had shrugged and smiled. “Well he has been to hell and has broken many laws. Who better to tell you if the law is screwing up? We sure don’t have any lawfuls I think deserves the name to make the correct judgments here anyway! I would have asked the Dark Lord but he seems to be unavailable.”

Representing the Interpretation of the Law the messenger had named Jade Pearl/Skragg. Again he was questioned on his choice. “Well?” He stated defensively. “He IS the Emperor of Knowledge and a Sage. If he doesn’t know all about the Histories and Laws then who does? Besides didn’t he start this screwy system? Also wasn’t he directly involved with the Rahvin incident as well in BOTH months? Let him clean up the mess!” For several moments the debate raged over the judges selected but was finally settled by Sirron.

“Did we not say we wanted a valid test? Well this is indeed part of the process. Many times the messenger’s or political leaders will select the judges they deem most competent! If the court is to be biased in any way we need to test that now not later. I say the decision stands stupid or not!” With that statement the charges were read aloud. Estelle had been summoned to present Rahvins case for him.

Case 1) Punishing someone for crimes not committed. The curse leveled against the Nylss was proclaimed and established as punishment and consequence of kidnapping and not returning the abducted women. It has now been proven to all and sundry to be Twiggs that was responsible. The punishment was unjustified for the Nylss since they and Rahvin were innocent.

Case 2) Blackmail. You freely admit to causing pain, sickness, death, and strife in order to force information out of someone. You blackmailed the Nylss and I for information as you have admitted on numerous occasions. You did not earn, nor pay for the information, what right do you have to demand it on threat of attack?

Case 3) Terrorist Acts. Just as in a hostage situation, you made demands on the Nylss and I the consequences of not complying were death and destruction (i.e. holding the water supply hostage). Your actions were unfounded, unjustified, and over powered, the offending parties acting no better than terrorists and are guilty of terrorist actions.

Case 4) Lack of Justice. You punished the Nylss for Twigg's crimes. When it was proven Twiggs was at fault no amends were made and NO ACTIONS were taken against Twiggs. Twiggs has not been punished or brought to Justice for the kidnappings of the women. The women are STILL captives.

Case 5) Murder. Twiggs abducted and then attempted to rape Aurora of the

Nylss Mountains. When she proved to be to powerful for him he destroyed her completely and tried to cover it up as a self-defense case. His Self Defense case has fallen through, he now tries to justify it by declaring war, but he committed the offense BEFORE war was declared and he violated rules of Petal Throne Warfare by murdering an Advisor in cold blood. No Justice has been dispensed.

With that a complete review was made of the situation. This took considerable time amongst the judges and required several days’ worth of intense study. During this period they also called in various people and spoke with them at length to hear their testimony on certain matters. At the end they reconvened and offered this verdict. “We have decided that this case should be dealt with on each of the accusations separately. We shall present limited views in how we reached our decision. We remind everyone that we are not enforcing this view of Justice but are presenting it for possible adoption by the world later.”

Case 1: Punishing someone for crimes not committed.

Popularity: Rebecca spoke, “A crime was committed. Women were abducted. They were ripped from their families and are being held in a foreign land against their will. If anyone was accused of this crime, they should have immediately co operated to assist in the Justice process if they had nothing to hide in the matter and should they should have been willing to volunteer information if they were not guilty. This was not done. This lead to the clues of suspicious activity on his part. Rahvin by his own statements did indeed kidnap or attempt to kidnap at least two of the parties. He is indeed Guilty whether he was an accessory to it or not for he offered no real proof just bluster that he was innocent. His own words proved him wrong. Popular Opinion shows that all believe Rahvin guilty and he is.

Ramifications of Evil: Damien then spoke, “The deed was evil in nature of that there is no doubt whatsoever. Kidnapping people is considered an evil deed by MOST countries of the world. It has had the effect of creating more evil by causing distrust and strife in the world. Rahvin knew this. He was not an innocent dupe here even if Twiggs did hire him. He chose to hide behind the existing laws. He may be reluctant to show a contract because it may well implicate him in further evils he does not wish to share. That is not the problem of this court. He presents no document to prove his innocence so he is Guilty.

Application of the Law: Jade Pearl spoke, “The law states that if a person performs a deed and was hired by another to commit it then the hirer bares responsibility not the mercenary. This has been a world rule since the Petal Throne histories began. However, written with that is the statement that says: ‘A written contract must be written and on file showing the agreement between the two parties. If one cannot present such a contract then even if a verbal deal was made it is considered by all to be as if it never occurred!’ Now Rahvin and Twiggs MIGHT have hidden this under a Platinum Service contract and this court cannot see those records. However this is not germane to the argument. For if Rahvin did indeed have such a contract as he states would he not show it and thus prove his innocence?

Twiggs claims no such document exists. Twiggs might well have duped Rahvin. It is known that Twiggs does have the woman and did not admit it to until Elaine forced the confession out of him in the following month. In this case both Twiggs and Rahvin are Guilty of kidnapping. Rahvin has paid for his crime. It seems to date Twiggs has not.

Case One Verdict: Rahvin is Guilty of Kidnapping.

Case 2: Blackmail.

Popularity: Rebecca: “Rahvin claims that he was Blackmailed by Sirron especially and the Group of Kings containing Jarod, Elaine, Galebolt, and Skragg in concert. He stated Sirron demanded information and this was Blackmail. A check shows though that Rahvin was dealing most noticeably with Jarod. Rahvin himself states that he was in contact with Jarod, as well as Elaine and that he offered them deals. To single out Sirron as the culprit of all his ills seems to be foolish and lacks sense. While all agree that Rahvin was issued an Ultimatum by the rulers Rahvin should admit he provoked the initial attack. Sirron is NOT Guilty of Blackmail.

Ramifications of Evil: Damien: “Rahvin said he took at least one of the advisors and tried for more. He again later kidnapped Jade Pearl again proving he still had not learned his lesson. Out of his own mouth he proved his guilt and his following actions proved it again. It is not Blackmail to have to pay for your crimes. When he was confronted with his guilt he could have cooperated. He did not do so. The outcome was on his head. Sirron is not Guilty of Blackmail.

Application of the Law: Jade Pearl: Blackmail is considered a crime. The question that arises states when is it Blackmail and when is it not Blackmail to force a Viewpoint on someone else. We have seen this in the recent case with Betred. Both of these cases are entirely too similar. A party commits a crime and a second party responds to that crime. In both case it was similar. In Betred’s case the Leadership of the Church committed Blackmail. Betred responded in an inappropriate manner. Rahvin committed a crime. Was the tribunal inappropriate? The answer is ‘YES’ if we go by that verdict. Innocent people suffered and died. If the curse had been leveled solely at the Nylss leadership the punishment would be appropriate. The verdict is much the same. Both sides in this dispute are Guilty. Rahvin’s people have suffered for his crime. Rahvin and the Group of Kings have not. Both are Guilty. This proves the law must be consistently applied in all cases.

Case Two Verdict: Sirron and the Group of Kings are NOT Guilty of Blackmail.

Case 3: Terrorist Acts.

Popularity: Rebecca: Rahvin states the acts were an act of terrorism. Popular Opinion finds he may well have a case but only partially so. He was issued a warning that lasted three days and another week before the curse was started. He had incited the attack with his admitted participation in the kidnappings. Thus it could not be considered a terrorist act. He was told before hand that failure to make restitution would bring a penalty. However that penalty was levied against the innocent as well as the guilty people of the Nylss. They in essence were used as pawns to attempt to force the King to reconsider. It is a terrorist attack because innocent people were killed when other methods would have been better considered to focus the retribution more. The Group of Kings did indeed commit a terrorist attack by attacking the wrong targets.

Ramifications of Evil: Damien: In the ruling of Betred vs. the Church of Magicology This was stated, “People were killed, injured, maimed or ruined. The Church Leadership should have been the target of Betred’s curse not the innocent common folk. IF Betred had pronounced his curse against only the true Leader of the Church he would have been fully and completely justified in his action for he would have targeted the true villain or Dark Lord minion. He would have indeed fought the Dark Lord and the damage from that would have to be born. The Church is Guilty but the wrong people were punished. I find the Church leadership Guilty of serving the Dark Lord unknown to the people who serve it and I find that Betred is Guilty of Murder.” The same applies here. Rahvin performs work that aids the Dark Lord. When fighting the Dark Lord many people recognize and accept collateral damage. There is no doubt to all that Rahvin, whether knowing or unknowing, aids the Master of Evil. However like in the Church issue both sides are incorrect. I find the Group of Kings Guilty since we settled Rahvins Guilt in the earlier counts.

Application of the Law: Jade Pearl: Again I refer back to Case Two of Rahvins complaint and the Statement I made there. I also cite the decision in Betred’s Case. The Group of Kings is Guilty of the unnecessary murder and hardship imposed by their curse. They are Guilty.

Case Three Verdict: The Group of Kings is Guilty of Terrorism.

Case 4: Lack of Justice:

Popularity: Rebecca: “Rahvin’s case is indisputable. He was Guilty but Twiggs is a known kidnapper of woman. He acquired me early on and he has almost all the other missing woman save Estelle. We were even witness that he had Aurora and she was later killed. Sirron and the Group of Kings were, whether they thought so or not, representing justice. It was their stated view many times that they were out to discover the facts of the kidnapping and were NOT dealing with the attack on Tpsolei. Hence they were in the sight of the world acting on behalf of Justice! Once they discovered that Twiggs did have the women they did nothing. I find the Group of Kings guilty for their lack and irresponsible pursuit of Justice. If they say they are seeking facts and hence Justice they should be consistent and follow through no matter where that leads.

Ramifications of Evil: Damien: “I agree with Rebecca. The Kings did not follow through. No matter what Jarods statements of fact-finding and investigation it had on the tail end of it the notion that some type of Justice would be served. The intent was Justice! The group was obviously not in agreement up to the point where Estelle and Rahvin kidnapped Jade Pearl. Already then Justice had been sold out in return for power and greed. I find the Group of Kings criminally negligent and extremely Guilty of a Lack of Justice.

Application of the Law: Jade Pearl: “I agree with my esteemed colleagues. The law must be applied equally to all or Justice means nothing. Right now under Gerrains rule Justice was applied on a limited basis. He applied it when he could see the Cy Clan make a gain from it. If a new justice pattern is to be established it must be applied equally to all the people not just those that are singled out. Betred made this same demand in several of his cases previously. If you are going to apply justice then it should not be for all and not for just those who you feel you can force it on. If your pursuit of Justice is correct then it should be applied to all not a chosen few to make a gain in power. I must agree with my fellow judges. The Group of Kings is guilty in not applying their vigilante style justice properly. Amateurs should not try to dabble in justice.

Case Four verdict: The Group of Kings is Guilty of a lack of justice.

Case Five: Murder of Aurora:

Popularity: Rebecca: “ Murder is a crime, but if an undead is already dead how can it be murder? A dead person has no rights. A Vampire is a dead person usually brought back to life. All the worlds’ population considers them a part of the Dark Lord’s domain. The Dark Lord is known to control all undead creatures just as Twiggs controls elves. The question raised is this. Is it MURDER to kill an undead given Rahvins rise to power? We also must take a look at the time frame involved in the crimes. Aurora was kidnapped prior to being changed into an elf. She was a Vampire then. According to the popular rule of this World you lose all rights, privileges, and responsibilities when you die. If you are raised it is usually for a nefarious purpose. So if she changed into an elf Vampire then she became a threat and had no rights. Twiggs is fully justified in destroying her. Vampires have no rights! Twiggs is not guilty.

Ramifications of Evil: Damien: “Undead have been raised by Lawful Goods. Witness the resurrection of Eadwill by Elaine and Harpin in there ceremony. Also witness my resurrection from Hell by Harpin and Sirron. While many undead are evil and all are under the control of the Dark Lord we cannot be completely certain that Aurora and Rahvin are not acting normally. Rahvin has made clear many times that he is NOT a normal Vampire. He insists that we cannot judge him on that basis and enough proof has presented itself to state he has a case. If this is so then we know Twiggs did most likely kidnap Aurora and then when unable to control her he killed her. It makes no difference if he saw her as a threat to his people. He initiated the problem with the kidnap and the change and then did indeed murder her to cover up that mistake. Until or Unless Twiggs can PROVE that Rahvins form of vampire is as bad or worse than the known type, then he did indeed commit Murder and is Guilty.

Application of the Law: Jade Pearl: “Undead are used world wide by many magicians, sages and clerics. The default law is to what use they are ultimately put to. The Undead have no rights and the dangerous, uncontrolled ones are put to death or banished as soon as possible. Aurora was a ‘Vampire’ but not a normal one. Twiggs saw her as a danger to his people and she indeed was. Twiggs states her changing was part of the outgrowth of his ceremony. The rules and laws state again, until they are changed, that rulers ‘eat’ ceremony damage, as Betred has said. Now if Aurora was changed then both Twiggs and Rahvin had partial control. She was in Twiggs country and we know she was kidnapped. While it is not clear by whom evidence does point at Twiggs as the culprit. So Twiggs did commit the first crime. He kidnapped Aurora. She changed in a manner still unclear and then he killed her as a threat. Since Twiggs has kidnapped others and made them his wives this would lend strongly to Rahvins arguments of Rape as well. Twiggs is GUILTY. He perpetrated the crime and should be brought to Justice.

Case Five verdict: Twiggs is Guilty of the kidnap, attempted or possible Rape and Murder of Queen Aurora and should be brought to Justice for his crimes.

Final verdict: Of counts One and Two we find Rahvin Guilty.

Of Counts Three and Four we find the Group of Kings Guilty.

Of Count Five we find Twiggs Barkhaven Guilty.

Sirron thanked the court and dismissed them. The Justice had not worked out as he had thought and he was reluctant to release it. For who would enforce the rulings handed down? It would seem that Elaine should arrest the criminals. Punishment should be in Harpins hands but would the other Rulers agree? He doubted it strongly. He was not so sure that what he saw was true justice anyway. He considered.

Although what he saw unfold encompassed three important points of justice, it seemed to lack flexibility in judgment. Everything that had occurred appeared only in black and white. He could not see where fairness or mercy could be implemented. Jade had pointed out that Justice should not be gray and that such a method would lead to waffling. Justice should be kept simple as black and white. Mercy should be given in the punishment area when the situation presented itself as a need or requirement. Sirron did not agree with that either.

The test of popularity would allow justice to prevail wherever it was needed and it could be applied to anyone. This meant justice was open enough to serve all the people of Petal Throne.

The test of evil would be responsible for the definition of what was right or wrong. There is no question that a dastardly act taken to inflict harm upon others should be taken as evil, but what if an action that had been taken in good faith and still held consequences unforeseen that caused the same amount of chaos and destruction as well? Was he himself one of those that might have inflicted harm in good faith while trying to resolve Rahvin’s evil? It seemed under Jade’s interpreter that he was and he had yet to make restitution for the deed. Someone was needed to weigh the consequences and intent of the individual. Definition of what was right or wrong could be drawn like a line in the sand, but intent and the consequences of an action needed to be addressed more fully in his opinion. He could not see how it would go far enough. Intentions could be wrong and many times were. What were being judged here were possible intentions. That might not work on people as devious as Twiggs, Betred or Corman.

The last test, the test of applicability took this into account. It addressed this issue and allowed room for mercy. But seemingly it never happened within the test trials. For no conclusion/summary was provided. How would mercy and fairness take its place overall when only the fundamentals were addressed? Like any structure, the basic foundation is laid before any higher-level construction. But once its base has been created, construction on the final form or higher-level constructs need to be placed.

There was no one overlooking justice towards the whole matter, and effectively providing an analysis of the whole argument based on these important fundamentals. There needed to be a check in the system of justice. The basic points of justice were fleshed, united it was strong but it lacked form or shape. Jade had said earlier…a foundation has been built. A three-legged construct has been placed before him. But what if one of the legs were crippled? Or unreliable? He created the image of this construct in his mind. He began to cross his legs and meditate upon what he has seen in the test trials and what form justice was to take hold in relation the fundamentals that were applied.

As the image continued to spin and twirl in his mind, he continued to focus on his last point. A check was needed to make sure justice was served. The mistake or confusion of one individual needed to be addressed. Then the image in his mind began to take upon a new form. The three-legged construct now became a four-legged construct. But instead of resembling the legs of a table, the fourth leg sprung from within the center of the construct striking through the apex of where all three other legs connected and onward.

That was when Sirron realized what he had left. The test of effectiveness. Someone needed to address and gauge the overall picture and make sure it conformed to justice; one that was concerned with the degree of all the fundamentals that are the foundation of justice. This last person would only act as judge providing a summary or conclusion on the matter. Should he and the three earlier tests disagree further investigation or retrials were needed. Appeals would be made towards this person as well. This post should be manned by anyone with good understanding of justice and this new system. Cy Clan perhaps may be most appropriate, but like the first test, it may not always be that way. He then set off to ask the messenger to locate the appropriate judges and run another trial. This one was set to determine if Twiggs was guilty of kidnapping. Since the earlier tests yielded the result that he was one of those that was guilty of injustice this issue should be dealt with as well. It was time to right his wrongs.

Sirron made the appropriate arrangements so that when the judges arrived they would each have the appropriate information handy. Sirron had personally selected the judges. Jade had been amused as she watched. He had asked her to comment but not interfere. Jade spoke quietly, “It is dangerous to bring King’s to judge other Kings. Each ruler is biased. I suspect your selections will cause many to accuse you of biased judgments.” Soon the messenger arrived with these results.

Test of Popularity: Betred refuses to take part in your so-called Justice branding it as little more than revenge and a kangaroo court. He has stated he will NOT place himself in your hands and will not take an active part in your Justice that he perceives as useless.

Test of Evil: Harpin would have been willing but at this moment is planning on negotiating with his people in an attempt to resolve his revolt. Corman and Damien are with him and he has requested that since you are supposedly a part of this that you should come to show your support during this critical time.

Test of Applicability: Corman is currently with Harpin and Damien and insists that if you are with them that you should appear in support. After they finish with Livyanu they will be making plans to enter Tlashtek to bring Betred to Justice. To date he reminds you that your attempts to reason with Betred have proven to be a waste of time and they can no longer afford the luxury of waiting. Corman stated he did warn you that Betred would not cooperate as he and Rahvin now serve the Dark Lord.

Test of Effectiveness: Attempts to enter Elaine’s country and contact her failed. She has currently declared a state of high alert and is the process of improving defense. Her advisor instructed me that it would be very unlikely that she would have the time or inclination to appear.

As Sirron read this to Jade she smiled. “You made the fatal sin. You attempted to tamper with Justice to make it come out to your viewpoint. The others may well be correct in that you are too biased on your own behalf to let Justice run it’s course. You offer Betred a seat on the judging panels to placate him so he will accept your Justice. I suspected he would refuse because he does not DESIRE to accept your earlier ruling against him!”

“Consider this. When Kings are on Trial it is silly to have other King’s judging them. Betred is correct in that Rules made by the Kings amongst themselves may be to biased and are enforced only when someone has a beef. Especially in the Popularity Arena! It is supposed to represent a worldview so only someone with a proven background of service to the world should be accepted.”

“Rebecca was a good choice in that despite her ‘elf ness’ she has a history of sacrifice for the public good. Betred who may have well killed his own troublesome nobles is not.” Jade stated smiling. “I suspect I would not be a good candidate for Popularity either. By the trials that have gone before Twiggs is already Guilty. I see no need to retry him for it would be redundant. Your added leg obviously was not accepted. The final question I have is would the other rulers consider this brand of Justice acceptable? Probably not, for it gravely curtails their power to do harm! Would the little people accept it? I suspect they will and that makes it dangerous for the rulers. While they may not want or desire it. Their own people may indeed force it upon them in time. So it would be beneficial to each ruler to look at their Justice system and this one very carefully. As for us? We shall see.” Jade turned away to begin her journey to the Extensive facility to pay her respects at the Monster’s Ball to the Dark Lord. While Sirron sat wondering what had gone wrong.

Church of Magicology

"Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion"

L. Ron Hubbard

If there will be a long-term threat against us, you are to immediately evaluate and originate a black propaganda campaign to destroy the person's repute and to discredit them so thoroughly that they will be ostracized. Anybody declared a subversive Person by the Church can be injured in any way, have their property stolen or seized, lied to, sued or destroyed.

Rabbi Araye, Leader of the Church of Magicology

In a highly secretive meeting the Church of Magicology had been following the case against them in Sirron’s Court. They had also been monitoring Betred’s campaign against them. Artuney’s Sendant spoke to the small strangely shrouded figure before him.

“Master, it appears Betred and Skragg have managed a partial victory in Sirron’s court against us. We have already begun to work on Betred and several of the Rulers to NOT accept the new Justice system of Sirron. We have met some success in this endeavor and now many see Sirron’s Justice as corrupt and self serving.”

A screen had been placed on a small and enclosed stage area where a small heavily veiled figure was sitting. The advisors had not seen their Master at all since his return accept in heavy cloaks and veils. They wondered at this but there was no doubt in any of their minds that this was the Dark Lord!

The strangely deep and musical voice to the Dark Lord spoke, “I am aware of the ramifications. Sirron is planning something for the Monsters Ball though. Since it is up to Rahvin to make this work I will not interfere. Rahvin owes me several favors at this time already. His payment to me will be the acquisition of Elaine to become my wife. If he fails in this task he will know the price of failure. Cormans Task is the Death of Harpin in preparation for this final event. Elaine’s marriage to me will be the completion of my ceremony and will give me the power to destroy my greatest enemies and corrupt them to my purposes. I note that Jaul did well in the slaying of Karen. Did we yet trace where her soul went?”

Doc Ryan spoke, “Factually and can we prove it? No Master, but I have a suspicion for there are only two places it could possibly be with so many looking for it. What gave me the clue is that Twiggs is not searching for it! The elf either doesn’t care or he already knows! He is supposedly searching for Karen’s treasures and records so it makes no sense for him not to search for her soul as well to easily acquire the information. After all Karen was pretty much an elf by that time and he would have the easiest access. Even his search for her treasures is only stated publicly, but behind the scenes he is making no efforts at all. I doubt he is searching in his country either although Security has become so tight no information is really coming from there.”

Doc Ryan sat back a moment and shuffled his papers with a satisfied smile. “I think Twiggs had her killed not Rahvin. Rahvin took the blame because it adds to his prestige. I think Twiggs foxed them all. I think he had Karen killed and instead of Resurrected he had her Reincarnated as a Namarushtian elf. I believe the child’s name is Seara. He used his control over Jaul and many in the world believe you did it but we all know that you had not returned at that point. I suspect you can confirm your part in it now if you wish. Did you order Jaul to kill Karen?”

The voice of the Dark Lord spoke in an amused fashion. “Interesting theory and you are only partially correct. I did order Jaul to kill Karen but only because it suited my purpose to protect Rahvin. Rahvin had neglected to protect himself properly so he owed me a favor. Twiggs was very clever on this one though as well and did not miss the opportunity I presented.”

“Twiggs wanted to make a fresh start on the Queen of Crystallu and insure that none could bring her back as Karen. He didn’t want me to get hold of her soul. He especially did not want Corman to rescue her for obvious reasons and that suited my purpose as well. You see with Karen dead it forced Rahvin to seek a new avenue to power and it forced Corman more deeply into my power as well. I let others think that Rahvin did kill her because it lends a certain air of ruthlessness to him.”

“Still you were right about Twiggs in one thing. Twiggs move to reincarnate her was quite well thought out. He knows the child, unaware she is Karen, will eventually lead him to Karen’s wealth so he can afford to posture. That is why he protects that child Seara as much as he does his own daughter.” The Dark Lord laughed with an amused tone in his voice. “Twiggs is more powerful and crafty than any of the Rulers expect, although I have been letting Rahvin educate himself there. The Vampire does have potential to give Twiggs as much trouble as he gives me. He just requires a bit more experience.” The Dark Lord laughed.

Twiggs now controls two very powerful countries and the strongest fortress in the world. He has a powerful army and now has enough elves to give his army real strength and weight. His magical powers are both subtle and powerful and he has some advisors that can give other rulers a run for their money. Once he consolidates Crystallu I suspect he is thinking of moving into Livyanu but I know Skragg has more power there than any other king. I suspect Skragg will easily be able to take that country and hold it.”

“As for Betred’s campaign against the Church, how serious was the damage?” Artuneys spoke quickly. “Very minor, Master. Only a few thousand were actually affected, mostly the penniless and poor helpless. The hierarchy and true movers were not affected at all for anything that was lost we were easily able to replace. It did though have the desired affect of focusing much of the world’s attention away from the Monster’s Ball so that it would not be interfered with. The surprising part is that no one has yet attacked your Lands! Rahvin tried for at least two months to incite everyone but despite the initial greed none fell into the trap.”

Mar spoke in alarm. “Master. If the elf is that powerful should you not take immediate action against him? Also if he controls Jaul then he could be watching this meeting right now and will surely report it! Should we be talking of such things here and now for him to use against us?”

“It makes no difference at this time what the others know. Yes, Twiggs is watching of course through Jaul. Skragg with Betred is also here and so is Damien. Come forward into the light my welcomed guests.” The three figures stepped forward from the shadows. “I asked you three to come here so that your positions could be made clear to the entire world at this time before I complete my ceremony. Skragg as befits your status as the oldest person in our alliance and the fact that you sponsored Rahvin, you may speak first.” Stated the Dark Lord.

“Greetings Master of Evil.” Stated Skragg as he bowed respectfully. “Know you this. I am still not your ally but I feel that the sometimes cooperation between us is beneficial to my own goals. I respect the power you wield and pay you your just due by acknowledging that your prestige is greater than mine at this time. I will bring you tribute and a gift at your party as promised to show this is true. Does the compact between us still hold with the same rules or do you wish to renegotiate it?”

“The compact is still in affect as is my compact with Rahvin as well. However, Rahvin unlike you owes me several debts. He has run his bill up. It is to be settled when Elaine is given to me. You will NOT oppose him on this. I do not require you to aid him since I owe you several return favors.” The Dark Lord’s voice became less stern. “I see you have also gained in power and have served Betred well as I requested of you. One thing troubles me though. You were to insure that Betred took over the dwarves and it is not yet completed. What excuses do you offer for the tardiness of this action?”

Skragg looked at the Dark Lord but betrayed no emotions. After several minutes he spoke carefully. “I offer no excuses. Like any project it will be completed. Do you demand a penalty because of the delay?”

The Dark Lord’s voice was chilling. “Not yet, I realize my plans might have delayed you and you have offered respect. I can await you a bit longer. Do you fear me Skragg?” The silence lasted longer this time.

“It is not in a demon’s nature to fear but I do hate you. You have great power. A power that has not been tested fully yet on this world. I recognize that power and respect what you can do with it if pressed. Your goals are not MY goals so I deal with you in a lesser position until someday I may destroy you. Is this not always the way of my kind?”

The Dark Lord laughed a harsh laugh. “We both recognize the truth of your words, Demon Prince. So you will continue to pay Tribute to me until that day comes. I tell you now though it will never come and sooner or later you will be forced to serve my goals and ambitions. I will see you again at the Monster’s Ball, where I will expect my tribute from you.” Skragg bowed and retired as he turned away and many could see the suppressed anger on his face. The Dark Lord was aware of this as well and reveled in the anger he had created. Next he would enjoy, like a fine wine, the sullen hatred of Damien.

“So Damien have you returned to my servitude?” stated the Dark Lord amused once again. Damien stepped forward stoically and from inside his armor spoke. “While I am still undead, the lawfuls gave me free will once again. My soul was in hell placed there by my greed and stupidity while you used my body to work your evil designs. I have paid my price and I live in this body once again without your influence You have no more control over me and we both know this. I will not willingly enter your servitude again. You know this to be so. I will oppose all your aims. Destroy me now if you can before I discover a way to destroy you.”

The Dark Lord was calm, thoughtful and still amused in his reply. “I do have the power to destroy you and I suspect if I did exert myself I might even regain control of you again despite what Sirron and Harpin accomplished. Still what they did was noteworthy. Recapturing you at this point would take some time and I see no reason to rush since I have no need. You have proven to be a very minor tool. My time and powers are used to better effect in other matters. Like your predecessor’s in this situation, I am content to allow you the semblance of your free will to give you the illusion that you control your on destiny even when it is so obvious that you do not. It is a misapprehension I foster in all the Rulers of this world for it suits my purpose to do so.”

“Like Skragg I suspect you now seek a time to strike at me. Good. You have learned patience from your time in hell. You have learned to hate. I revel in your hatred and fear towards me. It feeds me even more power. Go now to Livyanu and settle Rahvins stupid revolt against Harpin to repay your debt to him for saving you. I though will exercise my influence so that you will not speak of Corman or Rahvin to Harpin for I have the power enough to insure that you cannot! We will have further discussion on the matter of who will control you later when I may devote my full attention to you.” He dismissed Damien with a wave of his hand. Damien turned and stalked away. The Dark Lord looked at the last King who had come forward.

"Greetings Betred. I have served you well in the last few months and you owe me much in favors. Was I not instrumental in returning you your power? Did I not assign Skragg to serve you loyally and well? Has not Rahvin been of use to you? Did the Church not make you look good to many of the Kings and help to further your agenda and power amongst them? I wish to invite you as I did Skragg and Damien to the Monsters Ball. There we will discuss many things of importance to you.”

The Dark Lord spoke cordially to Betred “It is customary to bring a Gift to me at this time for this occasion. It shows that you respect my powers. Rahvin has of course sponsored your name to join the alliance. The rules are simple of course to prevent confusion. Your failure to make an appearance and your refusal to bring the required gift for such a gracious attention could have very serious consequences to you. While at the Monster's Ball I will personally guarantee your safety. I look forward to seeing you there and hearing your answer. If you have questions I am sure Skragg will be happy to explain at length anything you want to know."

Betred contemplated giving the Dark Lord the same answer he had given Corman, but he had learned well the lessons of his ceremony and knew that this was not the time. There would be no gain in writing a check his body couldn't cash. Still, it just was not in his nature to toady well to others so he decided to talk in double meanings.

"Greetings, Dark Lord," said Betred, bowing in the same manner as Skragg. "As is true with my ally, I recognize that the power you wield commands respect. I also recognize that you are owed much for what has happened in my life. Your aid in my return to power was no less than your aid in my leaving it.” He stopped for a moment as the Dark Lord laughed at the joke. Betred was sure the Dark Lord would have some type of veiled threat but his reply was unusual.

“Well put Betred.” Stated the evil one. “Still you must admit you have grown more experienced and more dangerous with each encounter. Life is a challenge as Twiggs is always a challenge to me as well. Perhaps you will someday, like Skragg gain the power to be able to refuse such challenges.” Betred smiled thinly and continued.

“With all due respect, I fear I was more of an aid to Rahvin than he to me. The Church's impetus in the development of my Curse has been paid with the trouble they continue to cause inciting the Mob of Kings. Perhaps the inconvenience this has caused me will amply repay one of the favors I owe you. It has delayed my acquisition of the dwarves for two months now and may well delay it even further.”

“My apologies for that Betred. I understand your frustration when plans are balked. You would have had the dwarves by now if certain of my own plans had not intruded. You will be given further aid to realize your goal. I am afraid my old adversary has balked you this month. Our old friend the Elf Lord appears to be interrupting several of my plans this month as well and he is the proximate cause of our delays.” The Dark Lord spoke in a relaxed voice.

“You should see these things as I see them now. The old Dark Lord you knew was quite impatient. In my new incarnation I am much more relaxed and easy to deal with. My new body gives me many new perspectives and opens up so many amazing possibilities for me to pursue. You should relax more. Someday we can ‘Do Lunch’. Twiggs can be amusing and he constantly surprises me with his stubborn actions against me. Now though he is up against a whole different Dark Lord, one that his kind has a proven record of losing against. Like now, while he balks my design temporarily, the power he has had to manifest to do so makes him extremely vulnerable for what is an unspecified time. Might I suggest this next month you would be encouraged to seek him out and eliminate his influence?” The Dark Lord paused for a moment but Betred did not accept the opening. “Be that as it may you are correct. You have repaid one of your favors.”

“As for the Mob of Kings as you call them. They are nothing. They will not even make it to your country. You need have no fear of them for they foolishly do not really work together well and they are much like jackals. They only attack what they perceive to be weak and helpless. After this month Harpin will trouble us no more. Corman is not really interested in you at all. I daresay you will enjoy talking with him at the Monster’s Ball.”

Betred nodded thoughtfully. "I graciously accept your invitation to the Monsters Ball, and would not think of arriving to such an occasion without a suitable ‘gift’. I thank the Dark Lord for his guarantees of my safety and I am always willing to discuss business with a valued customer of Extensive."

“I also find it interesting that you think Corman will make it to the Monster’s Ball at all. It seems that perhaps you underrate my anger at the Insane Upstart Buffoon. Perhaps my tribute to you will be in a form to show you that you are incorrect in your surmise.” Betred stated grimly.

Like a cat with a mouse the Dark Lord spoke in a girls voice much like the tinkling of bells. “You refer to your assassination of Corman of course. You used Extensive to hire Marla of course and you and I know perfectly well that when you do I know about it as well. I have so many people watching you Betred that there is little you can do that I don’t know about. I allowed the assassination of Corman to go through of course. Then to prove my power I brought him back. You will discover him at the Monsters Ball. Perhaps you will want to give him the present of the Corman fed Boggins steaks you intended to feed the visiting Mob of Kings? A joke I heartily approved of but unfortunately Twiggs has wrecked that idea as well.” The Dark Lord laughed cheerfully at the sour look on Betreds face.

Betred again bowed slightly and turned away saying nothing more. The Dark Lord said nothing either as he departed. His advisors though were left wondering. Just how many Kings did the Dark Lord already have alliances with and how far were his plans progressing? Even they had noticed ‘changes’ in the attitudes of the Dread One. Still he was Chaotic. It was to be expected that the Master would act differently at times. What made them truly uneasy? They had just learned the reactions of their Master and now this one was both more playful and malicious in a subtle way. Each Advisor decided to be wary for a time.

Where is the Honor in Justice?

Advisor to Harpin: “Sire! The peasants are revolting!”

Harpin sarcastically, “Of course they are, they haven’t had a shower in weeks! What do you think they are perfumed dandies like Shennu and Tlashtek? My people work!”

Marty the Paladin spying the Dragon charges it: "For Honor, for King, for God."

Dragon’s response dryly: "For lunch!"

Harpin stood on the walls of his Garth holding watching as the army closed in and encircle his estate. The few remaining men he had available watched stonily as well. They were vastly outnumbered. Off in the distance Harpin could see Hysanders tent being set up. Harpin had been pronounced an apostate by his priesthood for investigating a foreign religion.

It had all started on his fractious Northern border of course where the elf menace had proven to be constant and unrelenting. Many of the families there had lost loved ones as well as slaves, frequently. No family there had remained untouched by the dreaded Green Sickness. Even Rebecca his ward had succumbed to that dread disease for which no cure was known. Men, woman and even children had been constantly lost to the their deaths especially on that border. It was no wonder that many there thought the elves ready tools of the Master of Deception. Harpin snorted in disgust.

In the ‘Bragging Rights’ campaign Artuneys had been asked by Mar the difference between Crystallu elves and Namarushtian. The cleric had stupidly not had any but the normal biased, half hoop answers! It was obvious of course to anyone from Livyanu! The Namarushtian elves used the Green Sickness, given them by the Dark Lord to steal his people! They were changed into corrupted and evil versions of the beast servants of the evil one. It was well proven even now that Twiggs was constantly ‘stealing’ and changing people into forest animals. When had the more HONORABLE Crystallu elves done the same? They never had. They had taken animals from the forests to be sure, as people would take and domesticate a wild horse or range cattle but they had never tried to elevate them as equals.

Twiggs and his evil had taken rational thinking people and turned them into animals that could talk like any parrot or some monsters. Many monsters could speak but humans did not transfer any real moral value to them! They had no souls! Why should anyone consider the soul stealing elves to be any exception to any other rampaging and destructive vermin or monster? Now he should protect intelligent locusts because the mealy mouthed two-faced Rulers of other countries wanted to meddle in his affairs? In that at least he could agree with Betred. Meddlers in his countries affairs were unwelcome by anyone unless they were invited. Betred had meddled in his country, a fact he seemed to ignore with a one sided viewpoint that defied description! Then he would try to use the same argument to those who took offense! Don’t meddle in my country and I won’t meddle in yours seemed to be a rule that should be agreed to by the rulers but it was unlikely that anyone, especially the meddlers would follow it.

Harpin smiled for a moment. He had not leveled any curses into Betred’s country despite his provocations. The kidnapping of Rebecca was such an example, or her change into an elf at the hands of Betred and Twiggs was another. Many saw this as weakness on his part and it had cost him serious power. Power was not Harpin’s game. The problem with the current situation as Harpin saw it was that Betred was KNOWINGLY siding with Rahvin and Rahvin had stated the Dark Lord was backing him. If Harpin heard the Master of Evil Deeds was backing him and wanted to be HIS ally he would have some harsh words for the scumbag that would send him packing to the other side. Corman had made a profound point despite his biased attitude. People had died unnecessarily. His bias did not mean that he did not have a point in all this that should be examined. There was a saying he thought relevant here, ‘Don’t toss the baby out with the bath water. Much of Corman’s water should be tossed out but the baby was worth taking the extra trouble to save.”

Betred was right in so much of his argument. Twiggs and the DL should not be allowed to do ceremonies that killed or harmed unnecessarily the other people of the world. The Attributes wanted the Tokens to measure power between the rulers of the world and while people were a part of that power they should not be sacrificed just because it was easy, cheap and convenient to do so.

Harpins ceremony had been used to fight evil and had even saved Betred’s Hoop! It had foiled the Dark Lord. Ceremonies could be done safely and to the benefit of all. Only the greedy tools of evil reveled in the wide spread death and destruction an evil ceremony produced. Skragg and Betreds ceremony had been honorable and good up until the time of Betred’s curse. A sad thing indeed. After the Rebecca incident Betred seemed to have turned his life around and had married a good woman. To have that marred by death was not a thing to be enjoyed. Despite what many thought Harpin wanted the Dark Lord gone. The toadies could each be dealt with later. They were nothing without their Masters power.

To bad Betred did not realize that he would not actually be the one on trial here if he accepted Sirron’s Justice. He was the accuser not the accused as others had tried to make so clear to him. Every Ruler would be on trial. They had all established the rules that the rulers must live by. Betred had broken no rule. However, Corman, Betred and others had pointed out a flaw in one of the rules. That rule had to be changed. Betred must present his case to all the Kings and those who believed him right would back him.

Harpin had spoken to Damien and Corman on this. The rules between them had been clear. They would only strive to bring the case to court. If Betred did not resist this they would back his case in court and place the blame squarely where it rightfully belonged! The rulers would have to all accept responsibility for their waffling, stupidity and greed. With this stipulation they had joined Corman’s cause.

Corman though had also made one thing perfectly clear. Betred was not so much the target in this. He was a dupe just like all the others who had to deal with the Power Brokers like Twiggs, Dick and now Rahvin. Corman had made it clear that Rahvin was an even more important target in this and that Twiggs could again be behind this whole mess in an attempt to get Rahvin. While Rahvin and Corman had their differences they had agreed to settle them between themselves. Harpin saw the wisdom in that part at least.

Corman had told him that Rahvin had been behind the revolt in Livyanu and was doing this for Twiggs under a hidden contract. He had presented proof that Hysander had been changed into a Vampire and was being manipulated. This made sense now. Twiggs obviously did not want Harpin to bring him to Justice for the damages his ceremony had caused and the loss of his ally in Crystallu. He must have thought that Harpin might attack him this month. It explained much about the sudden notes from Twiggs wanting to make restitution.

Hysander would have to be exposed for what he was and destroyed. It was a sad fact of life that even after a lifetime of Holy service and good works that Hysander would have to be lessoned unto death because he was now a Dark Lord tool. Rebecca had gone the same way. How many more must he continue to lose to the rapacious visions of Twiggs and his Dark Lord Master? It pointed out the correctness that every Livyanuian knew from birth. No one was immune and all should be watched especially those in power.

This had brought Harpin to this moment. His situation was not unlike Betreds although he was sure Betred would not see that relationship. He could fight his people, kill them and most likely remain in power after a blood bath. Or he could go out alone and not use his people as a shield and confront his enemies boldly! Then he would demand Justice from them. Corman, and Damien would back him but would not interfere. His people would be told the truth. What they did with it was on their souls. Harpin would set the example for Betred and others. He would not ask Betred to do what he himself would not. That was why Corman and Damien had put him in charge of dealing with Betred. Harpin climbed off the wall and went boldly out through the main gate where Corman and Damien had been awaiting him. The three said nothing as they approached the Livyanu Army.

As they approached the first line of the army Harpin stepped to the forefront. "WHERE IS HE", shouted Harpin. "WHERE IS HYSANDER, FORMER HIGH PRIEST OF THE CURCH OF LIVYANU?” He then stood awaiting a response and it was not long in coming.

“FORMER HIGH PRIEST?” boomed a Young Speaker Captain called Dreadlore. “Who are you Apostate King to think yourself above the very Church that raised and nurtured you? You who have succumbed to temptation with the elf whore who remains in your counsel, she should have been lessoned and dead for her very souls sake. You who ignore the cries of the lost souls that have been changed to monsters by that toad of the Dark Lord? You who seek after a false religion like a lecher after a whore? You? Oh prideful King who thinks himself above the very Church that raised you to power and will hale you down just as quickly? Your evil allows you to dare so much as to seek us out? Why should the High Priest, who has remained true to his calling so much as, deign to spit upon your corrupted form? Get thee hence before I set the dogs upon you to drive your evil from our sight.”

Harpin responded. "I do dare. I dare because he has succumbed to an illness worse than the Green Sickness. He has lost his soul to evil and has betrayed all of you with nothing but lies. I have been lessoned many times in my life, as have all of you. Yet when this falsehood of my welcoming a heathen church was heard he did NOT confront me. Instead he RUNS. He runs to foment evil against his rightful king. He now hides in the back of all of you instead of coming forward to answer for his deeds. I have never run and I have answered for my actions on both ceremony and on the battlefield of HONOR. Does he do the same? Nay he cowers in his tent while those who have honor step forward to do what he knows he cannot do."

Dreadlore glared at the King as many who watched growled in anger. “He is not sick, YOU ARE! Sick with the evil you have embraced! Hysander confronted your evil thoughts many times! He warned you several times that Rebecca should be removed from your House of Evil. Then for her sins she was changed. When Betred lusted for her you should have killed them both but you did not! Fully corrupted, the heathens Betred and Twiggs changed her for she had the full sin upon her. Hysander told you to destroy her and you did not. You even kept her in your counsels despite his warnings. She has reappeared in her form of evil, a green monster now serving an evil master. And you still lust for her.”

The Speaker pushed his face forward until he was only an inch away from Harpin’s face. “Now you come demanding an old man face you in battle? Fool, Coward, Apostate, Dishonorable King and loathsome sinner, I name you myself without you forcing your disgraced and dishonorable presence upon the most Holy. You will get no such evil satisfaction by trying to battle an old man who has done you no wrong. You have no HONOR! Be gone with your evil tongue, if you will not repent of your evil. Face your ‘Lessoning’ for the good of your soul for you merit death in this world, but may well be welcomed into Paradise if you admit your sin now. You are evil and you consort with evil. Power has corrupted you.”

His voice became lower and more threatening. “When all have arrived we will hale you down from your disgraced throne and destroy you in cleansing fires, you and the witch who has seduced you. We will then enter into the elf lands to do what you will not. We will destroy the den of evil that has destroyed so many of our people, while you burn in the Pits of Hell. A new King will we raise. One wary of the evil that surrounds us and we will be strong against that evil. You will not be around to see that day but will suffer the everlasting torment as you deserve.”

Harpin not backing down an inch bellowed back. “You putrid little twerp!” He clouted the Speaker beside the head sending him rolling. “How dare you speak to your King in such a fashion? You have no authority to demand such of me or to make threats. You seem to fear that I would hide from a Lessoning. You useless toad, I welcome a FULL lessoning. A lessoning fit for a King of my power! Do your worst. Spare not your hand. Why else would I be here standing before this assemblage? I DEMAND a FULL Lessoning! If I survive the FULL Lessoning then my demands must be heard and Hysander must come forward to pass his test as well. Then you must all be lessoned by MY will if I stand fast. Hale forth Hysander to witness for should not the High Priest be in charge of such a thing? Not some little loudmouth pipsqueak who oversteps his authority!”

Evan as his voice filled the air a strong voice spoke and the crowd parted revealing Hysander. “I am here. I heard your statements King Harpin. I am here to decree your Lessoning. It will be a Lessoning that you must complete. If you survive it then the Clear Sky smiles upon you and I will resign my position. If you fail the test and die a new King will be elected but your soul will be purged of your sins. Come this day let your people witness this event so that it remains embedded in the minds and heart of every Livyanuian from this day forward.” Hysander turned and walked back into camp followed by Harpin.

Hysander pointed towards the distant Northern Border of Livyanu. “There is the forest of the evil beasts that serve the master of Evil. There is the murderer of your ally and friend Karen, the stealer of your woman, Rebecca. The Breaker of Law. Your lessoning trial is you must enter this degraded country and do Battle on Corman’s behalf against the King of Beasts and Vile Betrayer King Twiggs Barkhaven. The Army and Priests will march with you to the Border and then you will enter to face your fate. If you die then you have been ‘Lessoned’ and we will select a new King. If you win then we will admit we are wrong and will pay your price. Do you agree to this or not?”

Harpin glared at the chief priest. “You leave me no choice corrupted old man. If I do not you go you will cause me to slaughter the very people I am sworn to protect to get at you. You have arranged this so that now I must go and try to Kill King Twiggs and slay Rebecca as you have wanted me to do all along. I see your trap. Very well I have no choice. I will go fight Twiggs because it is long past the time I should face him for Rebecca and Karen. Then I will come back and expose you. He turned toward the Northern Border and began to march with his army following him. Damien and Corman watched from a distance. Corman turned to Damien. I must go now to complete my plan. Damien looked at the Insane King with disgust.

“You have deliberately sent Harpin into a trap. I cannot tell him of it for the Dark Lord has the power to silence my tongue in this matter so I can only look on. Someday I will break his last ties upon me and will act on my own. Beware that day Evil Bard.”

“You run away of course to commit more evil. I cannot stop the future events about to unfold but know this deceitful tool of Helmet. When my tongue is loosened I will warn the world of you. Someday I will find a way to repay you in the way you deserve. Tell this to your Master Rahvin and his master as well.”

Damien turned away and started the long March Northward. Corman smiled. He would go to his palace and visit his secret place of power for strength and renewal. The threats of Damien meant little to him for Damien was yet constrained. The DL could not force him to act against others but neither could Damien yet betray any of the Dark Lords plans. Damien was nothing but a useless has been. Corman abruptly vanished.

Betred’s Justice!

Corman to Betred: “Do I really have to die swinging from a tree?”

Betred: “Of course not. We just put this Livyanu Rope around your neck and kick the horse away. After that it’s up to you.”

Betred was in quite a fix. ‘Situation normal.’ He mused silently to himself as he proceeded down the newly built streets to Tlashtek City. He had all the newly required passes for each checkpoint and was obviously in disguise since no one recognized him. The Cy Clan police were efficiently doing their jobs. It seemed to be a bright sunny day with no hint of a breeze at all. It would most likely be a scorcher later.

Today he looked like a fat merchant and several enterprising thieves had made attempts on his purse. However like most Tlashtekians his gold was magically protected and vanished just before the thief could grab it! Betred had smiled and the thieves had departed quietly after the Cy Clan police checked their licenses. It was nice to see that his city thieves were professional. All had been licensed but one out of town thief from the Nylss. He had of course been arrested and taken away. He would be fined and turned over to the Thieves Guild to deal with. It was after all under Skragg’s jurisdiction and the Guild paid heavily for this privilege. Betred liked that. They paid him so that he didn’t have to handle the cases.

As he approached the next Ring that would lead into the Extensive facility he noted something strange in one of the side streets. An adventurer was sitting in an outdoor café talking to a small group of children about his latest adventure in Northern Livyanu. It was not so much what was going on at the time that caught his interest but what he was saying. “ … Packed with magical power, this Crystallu Jar was found floating on the top of a hill. You'd think the local Clear Sky priests would grab it and try to use the device as a component to some new spell, but no, they just leave it there, floating in space...”. Betred continued and the normal noise of the city drowned out the rest that he was hearing but he wondered.

He put the strange remark out of his mind as he showed his papers and moved into the Extensive Facility. He had a more important mission today. He had told Skragg to arrange a very private meeting with a most unusual person. The meeting was to be held at the newly refurbished inn known as the Golden Balance. He found the inn easily for he was very familiar with it and entered. As was usual many adventurers were to be found there. A recently retired Tlashtek Ranger sat in the corner watching a thief and Betred remembered Jaul doing much the same several months ago. ‘Déjà Fragging Vu.’ He thought. So much had changed since that fateful day. Betred had been doing well until he leveled that curse against the Church. Now? Well things could be better.

He approached the innkeeper and showed him the special pass that Skragg had given him. The bartender nodded and motioned two very tough looking mercenaries over. “This is the last guest. Once he goes in the room I want it completely sealed. No one else enters.” The mercenaries nodded but said nothing. As Betred entered they stood to each side of the heavy door and closed it quietly behind him. They crossed their arms surveying the room alertly.

Betred stopped just inside the door. A heavy Thimhalenite round table had been set up and was lavishly set with a Crystallu place setting and rich food with a variety of drink. A slim Namarushtian elf female obviously a noble sat in one of the two chairs. The one farthest from the door he had just come through. It was the only exit and entrance. She arose smoothly for a moment nodded and sat back down but said nothing. Betred nodded back and sat down in the chair across from her poured a glass of Jelgain Lilac Water and took a sip studying the elf.

Betred set down the glass and spoke with a slight smile, “Like me I see you have undergone some changes. Are you freelance now or do you work for Twiggs these days?” Marla Doates once of Crystallu looked at Betred but showed no expression. “Let us say that certain changes were forced upon me. However, as my history has said I was trained in the Dark Lands and have some of that blood in me. While Twiggs was successful with forcing Crystallu under his belt, his powers are severely limited when it comes to the Dark Lord. While I may look like a Namarushtian elf as do you and Sirron, I now consider myself to be independent of that problem. Twiggs will have nothing to do with what happens between us so you need not fear that I might be working for him.”

Marla gracefully poured some of the water into her glass and took a sip as her large green eyes surveyed Betred steadily. “I assume you have a job for me, since you went to the trouble of having Skragg contact me for this meeting. You have so many enemies lately Betred. You almost need a program to figure out who wants to frag with you next.”

“I want Corman killed as fast as possible.” Stated Betred bluntly without flinching in the slightest. “I want him dead and out of my way before he can launch his attack. I have reasons if you’re interested.”

Marla looked interested, “The reasons don’t interest me. I am already aware of several you might have and some of them are even justified. I am interested in two things. How you want the job done and how much you’re paying. Now if you just want Corman dead and you don’t care by whom or who gets blamed the price will be high. Killing Kings, even one of Corman’s low Prestige is difficult but not impossible. If you want him to have an accident? The price will be higher. If you want it set up so that you personally kill him the price will very HIGH. If you want him dead and say someone like Twiggs blamed for it? The price will be astronomical.” Marla sipped the water and sat relaxing in the chair.

“I don’t care who gets blamed. If people know I ordered it? That makes no difference to me. It might teach a few parties some respect. Do I want someone else blamed? No. I’m not Twiggs. If I do something I’ll do it right out where you can see it. Unlike others, I stand by my decisions unlike the “Waffler Elite, as Rahvin calls them. I wouldn’t mind killing Corman personally but I suspect I don’t have the time for it. He has already put several of my plans behind schedule and I don’t have time for his Drek.” Betred stated grimly.

Marla smiled, “OK so the Bastiage must pay. Well I won’t hand you a steaming, heaping shovel of Drek here. I want 10% of your Extensive stock up front whether I am successful or not. If the job is completed I get another 5%.”

Betred nodded impressed. “You don’t think small do you. I counter offer 20% of non-voting stock up front and if the job gets done 5% voting stock that makes you a voting stockholder. That would make you a very rich lady. Probably richer than Twiggs since you don’t have the overhead expenses he does.”

Marla smiled. “Interesting. You must really be mad at old Corman. Your fee is acceptable and will include reliable backup of my choice. It’s a pleasure doing business with you. I’ll contact you when the job is completed. Now if you will excuse me time is limited and I must get going.” Marla arose and departed. As the door closed behind her Betred took another sip of his drink. He had the feeling that she had already started the preliminary setup of Corman as a target long before he contacted her. It was a disquieting thought that he had been perhaps too predictable when he had thought he was being clever. What was worse was the idea that she had already arranged for a backup. The only backup he knew that qualified to the second greatest assassin in the world was the Dark Lord himself. It appeared he had Powerful friends in low places.

Betred could make no headway in his thoughts on Marla so he returned his attention back to the strange occurrence. A Crystallu bottle on a hill? Why did the words Jar Jar Banks pop into his mind? Maybe he was spending too much time in the financial side of things lately. Could it be Jarod’s bottle? Why in the Seven Hells of Curyic was Jarod’s bottle floating over the top of a hill in Northern Livyanu? Betred had so many questions and so few answers.

Marla had walked immediately out of the building. Ever since the trouble had started with the Church, Skragg had put her on a standby retainer. Skragg was very efficient and she admired that in a client. Most lied and tried to justify to her why so and so had to be killed for their own good. Skragg had a more pragmatic view. As he had put it to her, “Some people just deserve to die.” It appeared that Corman was the target. Marla had suspected that Twiggs, Rahvin, or Skragg would target Corman the moment the loud-mouthed insolent Bard started his recent diatribe. She had been surprised to discover that the actual client was Betred. He had a reputation as a sneaky Dark Lord toad but not as the type that would order a contract killing. The last killing she had done was Granite Boulderhaig the Dwarf King. She wondered if Betred had brokered that one to her as well through the intermediaries? Perhaps the world had underrated the King of Coin as Betred was starting to be called.

Marla had studied the situation with Corman when in month one of the Chaos Cycle, in conjunction with Karen and Rahvin they had hit Tpsolei. Then again in Month Two, she had watched with interest as Jarod was taken. The best part was the Fruitcake that was being sent to Corman. She had thought at the time what a dandy trap it would make. Then had come the Boggins issue and Corman, Sirron and Betred had been vocal about delivery responsibilities on Boggins. A mutated Boggins had been suggested. Karen had liked the idea. A specially mutated Boggins would be useful. She went down the way to the Extensive beast handlers. She had a delivery to make. This would be so right once she added a few delicate touches to the plan. She had already researched Corman’s routines and had the perfect moment to strike.

A week later Corman had just come from a meeting with Harpin and Damien. The attack plans were set. Everything was in place and he looked forward to the looks of surprise on Rahvins and Betred’s faces. The whole plan was still proceeding well with no signs of interference from anyone, especially Twiggs. Betred was still crying his innocence while bragging that everyone should come and try. Stupid! Try? Damien and Harpin didn’t have enough intelligence to light a candle in an outhouse, but they could throw the toilet ten miles! If Harpin with his Honor Guard and Damien with his powers of Destruction walked into Tlashtek Betred couldn’t stop them. He knew it and everyone else knew it. If anyone were stupid enough to fight the pair it wouldn’t last long. Betred should just save everyone the trouble, but Corman had gambled that Betred wouldn’t! He had wanted Betred to do exactly what he was doing just like he did in the first Battle of Tlashtek.

Corman went down a small poorly lighted torch lit hall and looked around carefully. He used his magical sight as well and cast a spell. He was alone. That was good because this was his holy of holies. No one must be permitted where he was going next. He unlatched a craftily hidden Namarushtian/ Crystalluian designed elf door. It combined Karen’s brilliance with special magic’s used to hide doors. He carefully closed the heavy magical and counterbalanced door behind him and locked it carefully. Turning he surveyed the room. It was a room solely dedicated to Karen.

Corman had commissioned from her during his first month as King, a full life-sized portrait of the dead Queen. It was framed in the finest Thimhalenite craftsmanship from magical wood in Namarushta. Karen had been amused when she had painted her own portrait for him and he could feel the amusement and intelligence radiating from the portrait. Karen had been very calm but the painting carried hints of other emotions as well. It was the centerpiece of the whole room and was suitably lighted with magical lights. Everything in the room was related to her in some way and was suitably set in the finest items available. Corman rarely spent money but here? Why this was sacred. No expense had been spared!

He sat down in the specially fashioned chair modeled after the Throne he had given to Karen. It was an exact duplicate and was the most comfortable chair that had ever been built. Karen’s throne had been distinctive. Knowing that Hoop Hole Twiggs, he would have either had hers destroyed or he was sitting on it himself. This bothered Corman.

He hated Twiggs for what he had done. Twiggs would pay. Everyone who had a hand in Karen’s death would pay. Let each point the finger at another it made no difference to him! It just added onto his list, the people he was going to get. Let Twiggs say he had changed her by mistake it made no difference. Twiggs would suffer.

Let Betred say he had a cure and refuse to sell it and keep them waiting while they all negotiated in an attempt to save her. Betred would die by the same inches he had made Karen die by. Let Harpin and Elaine say they didn’t know or ignore what happened. Corman would not ignore them.

He would send all those liars to hell and let the Devils and Imps sort them out. As for Rahvin? The Killer! Rahvin would suffer most of all for Corman had every intention of giving Rahvin everything he desired. Let the Dark Lord destroy this world that had destroyed the woman he loved. Let them all die! They deserved it.

He gazed hungrily and moodily at the beautiful face in the portrait that reflected so much of the personality now irretrievably lost. Rahvin would have made sure that Twiggs had no way to resurrect her and to try to reincarnate her soul would have taken much preparation. The opportunity had been missed. By the time he had found out that she had been slain, her soul was nowhere to be found. Corman had raged that day. He had tried to summon the Dark Lord. Twiggs had left him behind in that strange other dimension but perhaps he could be brought back! The summons was dangerous but Corman had Prestige and had made mighty gains in power. He was successful! The Dark Lord had appeared! Ghostlike to be sure but there was no doubt that he would soon be returned fully.

Corman told the Dark Lord of his hatred and the Dark Lord had understood, like no other could. He had promised Corman vengeance and whispered a plan in his deathlike voice. Corman had pledged his very soul. He would serve the Dark Lord if the world would pay. The Dark Lord had accepted his bargain.

Now Corman looked at a book. It was a book designed from the finest paper in Tlashtek embossed by Shennuian librarians and artists. They had lovingly and painstakingly crafted the binding of the book. Inside the book were pages of handwritten letters he had exchanged with Karen. They were lovingly placed and protected. He even had the final letter she had sent him just before she had died. With it had come a very special key for a very special vault. He had hidden that key very carefully with all the power at his command. He had been clever. No one but him would ever discover that key. He sat for over an hour with tears pouring from his eyes as he reread every letter carefully. Then he carefully set the book back and looked at the next item.

A Crystallu wine bottle, in it was Jarod the Token of Peace. Corman hated Jarod. Jarod had all the proof on Twiggs one could ever want but he had delayed and hamstrung Rahvin and Corman while he mouthed his pompous platitudes. As he waffled and delayed Karen had suffered the Green Sickness and had died. He had let the real offender escape and now he was locked into that Bottle that Karen had given Corman as a present so long ago. It was fitting that Jarod’s armies would be used to punish those he had aided so much! Jarod would stay in that bottle forever!

Corman touched the artistically designed medallion hanging from his neck. A gift from the Queen of Beauty, she had given one to every ruler so that they could converse easily with each other. She had always done nice things like that. It had never been acknowledge by even so much as a Thank You by any of the rulers! Like the Pigs and Trash they were they had just taken the gift and walked away to see where the next present would come from! Well they would like Corman’s presents to them less! He had recently stolen a Medallion from Rahvin. A substitute had been given him. Corman smiled.

Corman had Elaine’s fruitcake in here as well. It was a full-sized cake depicting “Batman” that had plagued Elaine so much in Month One of the new cycle. Karen herself had designed the molds that Elaine had used to make the cake and the platform it rested upon. She had even designed the interior statue that held it together inside. It was like everything she had done, a fabulous work of art. Almost lifelike. Corman had never noticed how lifelike before. Strange but the eyes almost seemed to follow him around and the cake part seemed to almost look like flesh Corman bent closer to look carefully. Was it some magic Karen had placed in the statue inside? It would be like her.

The mutated Boggins watched patiently as its perspective dinner came closer and closer. It had been especially trained for this moment and each Boggins was specifically trained and created to take into account the powers of its target. Corman had wanted it so. Extensive always delivered exactly what each client wanted. That was Betred’s guarantee. However today, Betred was the customer.

As Corman leaned forward the Boggins suddenly snapped viciously into his throat, and tore a gaping hole. Much of Corman’s magic was Bardic. The Boggins was vicious and hungry! He had no time to scream in horror as the Boggins followed its training and started to eat the king alive starting with his toes. No one ever heard Corman scream just ghastly bubbling sounds emerged from his ruined throat as he watched in horror and pain.

Several hours later Marla opened the door to the hidden room and looked in carefully. Blood was all over the floor and a sleeping Boggins with a distended stomach was digesting the remains of its royal feast. “Stupid.’ She thought of Corman. Marla knew much about Corman from Karen, she had also known about the secret room! The door had been no bar to her and Corman had been very busy with the other Kings of late. So much so that she had plenty of time to rig the room carefully and then just wait. She knew it would not be long before Corman would visit. She smiled, the Boggins should not be allowed to awaken and breed to spread its mutation further. Marla pulled out her knives and killed the satiated beast easily. She proceeded to professionally dress and skin it. After all Boggins hunting was not illegal in Thimhalen and it would be a good excuse when she left the country. She finished and packed the meat carefully away in the special Livyanu backpack with the cold spell inside. Taking one last look around a finely made Crystallu decanter caught her eye. She picked it up and placed it in her robe. Nothing quite like having a special souvenir to remind her of this job.

Two weeks after he had met with Marla, a small expensive gift-wrapped package was delivered to Betred. The package was especially marked not to be opened by anyone else and was marked with Skragg’s King’s seal. Betred open the package carefully despite warnings from his security teams. He suspected immediately what it was. He pulled out an expensive looking Glass steel bottle filled to the brim with Thimhalenite Barbecue sauce. Betred smiled. It always paid to hire professionals through Extensive.

Fool Me Once Shame on You. Fool Me Twice and I’ll Kick You in the Gilhoolies!

Be sure you lock your doors and windows at home. A Tlashtekian man was found dead in his home over the weekend. Detectives at the scene found the man face down in his bathtub. The tub had been filled with milk, sugar and cornflakes. A banana was sticking out of his Hoop. Cy Clan suspect a cereal killer.

Corman stepped quietly out of the secret door he had been hiding behind while he watched Corman die. It was strange to watch yourself die so horribly. Corman knew that several of the rulers had been fooling with time stutters recently. The Dark Lord was one and Twiggs was probably another. Bards were also known to play tricks with time and he smiled Surveying the two bloody spots on the floor he smiled wickedly. It was hard to tell which of the pools of blood had been ‘him’ and which had been the boggins.

As he gathered the cleaning supplies he set about removing the evidence of any foul play. He had to give Twiggs credit. Replacing the fruitcake with a specially bred Boggins had been a complete surprise. Still trying to kill The King of Thimhalen with one of his own creatures was hardly likely to succeed. The fact that it HAD indeed caught one of him though was proof that Marla and Twiggs had a sense of humor!

Corman paused a moment in his mopping of the room and a look of contemplation crossed his face. Specialty Boggins came from Extensive and were expensive. Twiggs had no reason to go to such an extreme over a little duel with a King not of his level.

Maybe it was Betred that had sent Marla after him. Corman was insane but under no delusions. Marla wouldn’t think twice about killing him but she wouldn’t lift a finger for free either. She would have had to have been under contract and it would have been expensive. Knowing Marla it would have been outrageously expensive. Only four of the King’s could have afforded her services. Skragg, Betred, Twiggs and the Dark Lord.

Corman laughed, for it mattered not at all who it was for soon he would have his revenge and it would be sweet indeed. Finishing the cleaning he surveyed the room slowly and saw no evidence of foul play. The Jarod bottle was the only thing missing but only someone who knew his secret would know that and Corman would hardly tell on himself. The assassins would report their success and the backups would pull out and Corman would be left in peace until he chose to show the fools and incompetent ninnies that they had failed yet again despite his small powers.

He laughed. What good were large powers when you had not the intelligence to use them properly. Karen had understood that better than anyone. Her magic had been more powerful than many had suspected! Only now were Twiggs, Rahvin and Betred suddenly interested in feeding off her corpse! The ghouls, the vultures, the jackals! Smiling he began to play his harp and think of Karen and the revenge he would get for her. There own greed would destroy them all.

Sometime latter Corman left his sanctuary as carefully as he had entered it. Careful to let nothing of the ‘surprise’ he had received show he skipped happily down the hall and into his Throne Room. As always his time with Karen had inspired him. He would act but not in the way any of them would expect. The Fools were barely capable of cognitive thought so he had no worries that his actions would be predicted. Packing his bags he quickly left without warning his advisors or his people as usual. They had no need to know of his comings or goings and he certainly had no need to drag Security forces around with him. After all an Insane person is hardily ever perceived as a real threat!

No need to let all those spies know what was going on either. The few people who did see him assumed he was off to join Harpin and Damien in Livyanu. He had no intentions at all of going to Livyanu nor did he expect to see Harpin again. No it would be more fun in Tlashtek City. It would be the LAST place anyone, especially Betred would expect him to be this move. It took him very little time to contact a Bard who traveled through Tlashtek and Mu Ugluan A and to switch places with him.

Now in disguise Corman was Aethaddyn, a minor bardic celebrity known to several of the nobles’ houses in both countries and a frequent traveler in and out of the country. While Security was tighter in Tlashtek than normal and it seemed logical given the situation, Betred had obviously not ordered increased security for Thimhalenites. Especially well known ones who traveled frequently in his country. Corman smiled and proceeded to the Inn of the Golden Balance. Little did he know that two weeks earlier Betred had been to this same inn to plot his murder. If he had known he would have been very amused.

Nodding to the barkeep as he entered, Corman walked quietly over to a group of kegs and leapt atop them. Standing high on his impromptu stage Corman fixed the crowd with a stern gaze as he pulled his Harp from it’s casing and began playing. At first he was ignored but not for long as the sweet strains of his harp gathered the attention of the bored drinkers in the room.

He started with a well-known crowd pleaser. ‘Put a Chili Pepper in your Bum.” It had a lively beat and he moved quickly atop the kegs in time to the music. The crowd was lowbrow enough that the story entertained and Corman added a few new verses that included Sirron’s dalliances in Elaine’s bedroom. By the time he had gotten to the part about Sirron’s plaintive cry to Lorelei about always having to drive in backwards, the crowd was throwing copper and silver at the base of the casks and laughing so hard that they were falling out of their chairs!

He quickly followed that with the latest song called ‘Sirron’s Not a Judge Anymore’. It was a good drinking song with a steady beat and soon the whole tavern was singing along pounding their glasses on the table. The money continued to grow at a startling rate as new customers arrived and the inn was soon packed full with many looking in the windows and doors. This made the bartender quite happy as business increased and soon he was setting ale aside free for the Bard who had attracted so much business to his establishment.

Corman played for most of that evening and occasionally changed the pace of his music from fast and furious down to slow and romantic. The crowd actually wept in grief with him as he sang in a strong courageous voice. He sang his latest song; ‘The Death of Karen’ and several warriors even growled with anger as she faced the assassins and Dark Lord advisor rather than beg for her life. They cheered as outnumbered and alone she earned the respect of the numerous enemies trying to kill her as she struck them down. Soon he had described how the blood ran like wine and Vampire and Dark Lord enemies and toadies like the Namarushtian elves littered the field. Until at last came the disgusting and cowardly stab in the back from Jaul the Namarushtian elf in the service of Twiggs and the Dark Lord and her final wish granted by the Cy Clan King for peace for all.

Many of the mercenaries crowding the hall had angry tear streaked faces when it was told of how she had begged help from the Kings whom she had saved from the Dark Lords wrath. Corman spoke how the ingrates had ignored her pleas and left her to die alone and forsaken by all! Some mercenaries from those very countries hung their heads in shame and vowed they would make amends for their loss of Honor and Trust! Why they even spoke with scorn of the rulers who had ignored her plight and many vowed vengeance against Twiggs the real villain of the piece! Corman was happy at his success.

Corman knew this would bring much trouble to the elves in the years ahead. It would certainly cause the Kings who had betrayed her trust no end of shame as well. He was sure this story would not be easily erased from the people’s minds and it would grow rapidly in the retelling as the common folk and bards picked it up. None should ever underestimate the power of the Arts.

By the time he was done half the bar was buying him more drinks than he could handle and the innkeeper had offered him free room and board for a week if he would only appear again next evening. Corman was considering the offer when quite suddenly the crowd parted for a rich looking noble, one of Betred’s Nameless Ones. He walked up to Corman and looked him over. “Do you have a license to play that ‘thing’?” He stated in that pompous way that all such toadies have.

Corman laughed silently to himself but with serious face he handed over his Aethaddyn paperwork showing that he did indeed have several licenses that allowed him to perform many different feats while in Tlashtek and had done so on many occasions as well, for many Tlashtekian and Dwarf nobles. The papers were duly marked with all the correct stamps and were up to date. The official looked hard at the documents for a moment before replying.

“Aethaddyn is it? I have heard of you. You’re good, much to good for these surroundings. I need a bard to entertain in dwarf country. The audience will be Betred and the Dwarf High Command and promises to be very lucrative. I noticed you are already licensed for that country as well. I can make it worth your while, do you want the job?”

Aethaddyn / Corman shook his head in the negative, slowly. “It does appear to be a good opportunity but dwarf country is far from here and I just now arrived back in Tlashtek. I am to perform at a small engagement with Lord Bollinar on the fortnight at his palace and see no reason to run willy-nilly when I have a perfectly good engagement right here. The Lord has been good to me over the years and I have no desire to disappoint him on this special occasion. Besides do you know how many times I have heard that line before from underlings such as you?”

“Come and play for the King, they tell me, and then it turns out that is a party for some nameless wretch with a spoiled brat and I get little pay for it. Or I am there just so some idiot can get a Bard for his occasion and pay a pittance for the service. I think I would rather stick with the customers who have a proven record over the years of generosity! I don’t really need any new and untried clients right now, nor the aggravations that goes with it!”

The Nameless One opened his leather case and showed Corman several documents with Betred’s seal and orders upon it. He also showed him a Platinum Card account and offered to transfer a large sum of money immediately into Aethaddyn’ account with the promise of more, plus gratuities, from the guests that the bard could keep. Corman pretended to give way a little but remained stubborn.

The Nameless One also stated he would also contact Lord Bollinar and explain that the King had diverted his Bard for state reasons and the Lord would be compensated. Corman’s interest was peaked but he still held fast with his refusal. He had not heard of this but it sounded like something he should investigate.

Finally, exasperated that the insolent Bard would dare to refuse an invitation from the King himself the Nameless one threatened to revoke all the Bard’s licenses and permits and then toss him in the dungeons for having no licensed livelihood! So making a show of reluctance Corman sullenly pretended to accept and finally permitted the Nameless One to convince him that he should go. Inside he was laughing. Corman spent a free and quiet night at the inn with his money banked under Aethaddyn’s account in the Bank of Tlashtek that had branches in all the countries. The next day he joined a caravan headed north to see what was going on that was so important that they would blackmail people to go to it.

"You may be the Keeper of this stone, but I want it!"

Cheaplaffs the Jester to the Dark Lord: "That purple robe really clashes with your burning eyes..."

The Nameless One on duty at the Nylss Desk was bored. Since Rahvin had assumed the throne of the Nylss, little traffic had passed between King Betred and the Vampire ruler. If anything were to happen, today would most likely be the day. The King had spent almost all morning closeted with his advisors and his new bride. If there was to be any message traffic for the new Journey Book system, he was sure that after the meeting it would come rapidly.

At last he heard footsteps. He quickly took his feet off his desk and straightened in his chair, staring intently at the book laid out before him. There was nothing but a blank page to look at, but if a message came through, he was supposed to report it immediately. The mail clerk dropped a diplomatic packet off at his desk. A message from the King to the Ruler of the Nylss! There had been a lot of those of late between the King and the Vampires. The Nameless One quickly began the coding process. As he coded the note, his puzzlement grew. Betred wanted what? Surely this note was not addressed properly! After all everyone KNEW that the Nylss didn't handle such tasks and they should never be entrusted with anything this critical or important! Why if this leaked through that sieve the Nylss had as a security system the Drek would hit the fan for sure and everyone would get splattered!

The Nameless One quickly called for his relief, and taking the coded packet with him, went in search of confirmation. He would be forgiven his doubts if he was wrong, However, if this message went through and it was not intended to, he knew where the blame would be placed. Such risks always went with the territory. The spacious apartment, twice the credit he was making at a cube in Extensive, his own office. These were things he would protect and if it meant suffering a momentary displeasure then he would!.

The King's aides told the Nameless One that Betred was unavailable, even for a priority matter. They suggested that Skragg be contacted if the matter was truly a priority. The Nameless One shuddered at the thought -- speaking with the Blue Ape was not a task any of the King's staff envied. Luckily, Skragg was also unavailable. Baron was tried next, but was off on an inspection tour. Time was running short -- the message would have to be sent before the code expired.

Hurrying back to his office, the Nameless One spotted his salvation. Cyber La'Top was entering the communications complex. He quickly approached her. "Pardon me, Cyber, but could you confirm a message transmit for me?" asked the Nameless One.

Cyber La'Top raised an eyebrow in question as she scanned the addresses on the Nameless One's packet. What is the trouble?" she asked. "It appears to be addressed properly and bears the King's seal."

Yes, Cyber," answered the Nameless One. "But it requests a task normally performed by the people Dark Lands rather than the Nylss." Cyber La'Top raised her other eyebrow. Since the information contained in the packet had not been made known to her, it would be a violation of procedure for her to read the actual contents of the message. The Nameless One had come close to violating his code of secrecy in just telling her the general contents, but he was requesting confirmation, which was his right. And although not completely trusted by the King, La'Top was his personal secretary, and would normally have the right to confirm or deny such a message.

Not wanting to appear as out of the loop, as she actually was, and desiring to know more for her true master, which she did, La'Top nodded her approval of the transmission in hopes that the Nameless One would tell her more. La'Top hoped in vain. While the Nameless One did appreciate beauty when he saw it, the Cyber wasn't his type. Besides, if he didn't transmit this message soon, he would have to recode it. Rushing to his office, he entered the King's message into his Journey Book, to be read by his counter-part in the Tlashtekian Embassy to the Nylss.

* * *

Moria gently throttled the pulpy flesh between her hands. She kept a firm, steady and slow pressure enjoying the feel of the yielding flesh beneath her fingers. As the eyes of the poor man started to roll into his head she released him from the chokehold and waited a few moments for him to stop gasping for air. The man bowed and backed away frantically, he was ignored, he would not fail in the future, and if he did he'd be lunch.

Feeling much better she headed towards the reception hall to meet with the envoy from Tpsolei, this was the second group so she thought best not to kill them as well. It would serve them better to let them know that her Lord and King did not hold the people of Tpsolei responsible for their King's actions. Now if they would merely denounce him that they would be annexed to the Nylss and viewed as a satellite state, free to govern themselves as long as they remained loyal to the Nylss and it's King. However the second group appeared just as stubborn as the first! They were all killed fro their stupidity. How dare they come demanding the return of their King?

There were soldiers and guards everywhere, the Vampire nation was on High Alert. Twiggs and the barbaric elves were now right next-door, Now Corman had apparently managed to anger her Master as well. Betred was also less than pleased, and of course Sirron was still trying his hand at his futile shadow games. None of them were having any success of course, but it was only a matter of time before something happened.

All of this posturing was secondary of course. The Vampire nation was highly mobile. So if the Nylss were to be deemed to be unsavable then the Vampires would take what they wished and then would move on to some other country to cause new problems for any ruler stupid enough to destroy the Nylss.

Moria approached the reception hall, but the Tlashtekian Ambassador was there waiting for her. She sometimes wondered how they always managed to track her down at a moments notice, but she considered, they were allowed a little more access and leeway than any of the other representatives. The man was slight of stature. He looked like a lawyer, which he was of course. When his mortal eyes finally saw her up in the gloom he bowed politely and spoke softly.

"I have received a contract for His Majesty Rahvin Ironblood but was told he was busy and was only to be disturbed by yourself." The Ambassador was really quite unremarkable in most respects, forgettable at best. Strangely though, he showed no fear of those around him, and he carried himself unlike any lawyer she'd encountered. Ah, yes, the signs were clear, he had been duelist trained. Was that... yes, a faint scar under the chin, barely discernable. Certainly unnoticed by the vast majority of people. This man had been a warrior at one time. He carried himself like one of the disbanded Rangers, so Betred had sent someone who would not only have the courage for the position, but someone who might be able to take care of himself as well.

"Ah yes, it is the first of the month, Rahvin is enjoying the ritual virgin offering. He has had several hours now. I am sure he has time for a short meeting as long as we are prompt. If you desire, I could take the contract to him, or I can take you to him. Depending on your need or preference, which would you prefer?" Moria studied the man carefully taking full advantage of his disadvantage in the barely lit corridor.

"If it is no trouble or slight to you I would prefer to place the contract into the King's hands myself, as my King demands a certain level of service from his couriers." The man betrayed no emotion at all, his face revealed nothing. Well trained indeed, but no good against a Vampire.

His body gave away volumes. The minute movements of muscles, the contracting of the pupils ever so much, the sound of the air coming and going from his lungs, the beat of his heart, even the slight variations in odor betrayed much. These things were quite nearly impossible to hide or mask. This contract was not normal, there was something decidedly odd about it, and this man’s posture and body showed a high level of distaste for this duty. Still it also said much that he would brave a personal meeting with Rahvin as well despite his dislike of this job. Moira’s curiosity was teased.

“It is no trouble at all Ambassador? I seem to have missed your name." The courier smiled thinly. “Insig.” He replied to her. Moira looked at him strangely, “that is a most unusual name. Is it your first name or last?” The Nameless one replied, “My first name. If you must know my last name is Nificant.” Moira turned away so that he could not see her face. She was disgusted. Mr. Insignificant, Indeed! Like any lawyer he would say allot that meant absolutely nothing!

"Very well, shall we?" Moria held out her arm and gave her best young innocent girl smile, careful not to show too much fang to continue a brainless act for now. The Ambassador didn't miss a beat, playing the part of a gentleman to the fullest he took her arm and allowed himself to be led obviously to her playing along with her little girl act. She could tell he was not taken in.

Moria led the Ambassador down to the deepest levels of the Castle Grundar, into depths no mortal had ever returned from before. Those that entered this area were not usually willing to be lead here either! They soon left the Castle itself and entered the Temple of Planar Chaos, a sanctuary few had ever been allowed to enter. An area known to only those the King trusted closely like his advisors and closest allies. Corman had visited the King here several times as had Karen.

At the gates of the enter sanctum two of the Acolytes of Chaos, known as the Bloodletters of Disorder, stepped forward to challenge them. Unlike the Ritual Blood Drinkers, these Vampires were devoted to Chaos and served the Servitor of Chaos, they were mainly a mystery, even to her Master. Only they knew their true numbers but it could not be over 1,000. They were reputed to be powerful and their numbers included members from nearly every species and race. The elves and dwarves were the most noticeable exception. Their powers were the greatest mystery of all. In this order there were no spies as yet for they were a little known brotherhood just recently completed by Rahvin’s ceremony to +1 Kingship.

Moria smiled at the two white clad priests as they peered deep into her eyes. They felt the mark of Chaos in her, and they knew her for who and what she was. They quietly moved aside, once again appearing to be fixtures on the wall. The giant blood iron gates of the inner sanctum swung openly slowly revealing the torch lit room beyond.

Rahvin was waist deep in a pool of warm blood before an altar in the shape of a flaming eye. On the altar was a young girl about the age of thirteen, her wrist was punctured with two small holes and the blood dripped into the pool, but she was not dead. On seeing the Moria and the Ambassador Rahvin lightly licked the girl's wrist, and it healed with the passage of his tongue!! The girl moaned, but did not otherwise move. Rahvin leapt from the pool in a burst of speed that was surprising in such a brutish form, only to land with cat like grace before the two. A white clad servant darted to his side and handed him a scarlet robe that the King donned out of courtesy for the Ambassador.

"What possible reason would Betred have for endangering your life at this time.” Rahvin stated lightly. He looked at the girl on the altar and then looked back. “Especially now, I warn you meat, if I'm told to Frag Off again by your Master then your death will be slow and painful as an object lesson. I will then do what the incompetent Corman cannot, I will destroy him. You are being warned only once, if you treat ME with a lack of respect I’ll BLEED YOU and Your Boss!"

The Nameless One nodded and hurriedly reassured the Vampire that this was not his intent. Rahvin scowled at the slight man taking in every detail. He was not amused, and Tlashtek was not his favorite country at the moment. It said much for the courage of the ex- Ranger that he did not run screaming from the room.

The Nameless One bowed low, perfectly, showing the proper amount of respect without showing any weakness. "I have for your Majesty, a contract from King Betred of Liagas. It is not a normal Extensive Account but an account between just our countries. I suspect you will find it both interesting and lucrative. Did not Skragg say that based on last month’s performance other business ventures would be made available to you? Skragg and Betred keep their promises." He held out the sealed scroll with care. Rahvin snatched it from him with no care whatsoever, broke the seal and unrolled the scroll to read what was written on it. He scanned the document carefully though, even if it seemed he barely glanced at it for the Vampire was more knowledgeable than the other kings perceived.

FROM HIS PRESTIGIOUS MAJESTY BETRED, KING OF TLASHTEK HEIGHTS, DUKE OF LAIGAS, CEO OF EXTENSIVE, DUKE OF MOLDAVIA, AND GENERAL IN THE ARMIES OF THE DWARVEN HEROS

HIS VAMPIRIC MAJESTY RAHVIN, KING OF THE NYLSS MOUNTAINS, CHIEF OF THE BARBARIAN TRIBES, SERVITOR OF CHAOS, AND LORD OF THE VAMPIRES

I BID YOU GREETINGS:

By way of recompense to you for your troubles, and quite frankly, since you are the best person for the job, I would like to offer you a contract, to wit:

We will be hosting a party for the Dwarf High Command. We would like you to provide the catering staff for this event. The Tlashtekian delegation will, of course, be fashionably late, and if your staff becomes hungry once the party starts, we certainly would not object to them participating in the feast; there should be plenty of tasty morsels to be had.

In return, we can offer true peace on the border between Nylss and MUA, perhaps enforced by a jointly patrolled DMZ. And there is the cost of supplying the catering staff, which I hope you will be kind enough to supply by return message We realize that you have little time to make such preparations, especially due to the upcoming Monster’s Ball So I have opened a special line of credit to you through the Extensive Network and your Platinum Service. You may draw on this as required. Business is Business and business is GOOD!

Rahvin laughed. Not the deep intimidating laugh he normally used to intimidate, but a true heart felt laugh that came from a recess in his soul that was all but dead. He handed the contract to Moria and waited for her response, which was immediate, she smiled broadly showing the fangs that made her child-like visage all the more terrible.

"I would accept it Master, it allows us to eliminate the Dwarf High Command in one blow while perhaps gaining another new ally to replace the losses we have suffered this month. Another of our enemies would fall this month. You would be well on the road to finally having the peace you have been trying so hard to achieve." Moira scanned the document again. "I think we should verify the contract immediately in case this is a trap though, remember the Twiggs kidnapping incident?"

"We will do no such thing.” Rahvin stated with a smile. The Ambassador of Tlashtek brought me a signed, secured, sealed contract and this one will be kept on file! It will be carried out immediately. Make the necessary arrangements Moria, I trust you know what is needed." Rahvin moved to a small enclave and took out a piece of parchment in which he quickly inscribed:

FROM HIS VAMPIRIC MAJESTY RAHVIN, KING OF THE NYLSS MOUNTAINS, CHIEF OF THE BARBARIAN TRIBES, SERVITOR OF CHAOS, AND LORD OF THE VAMPIRES

HIS PRESTIGIOUS MAJESTY BETRED, KING OF TLASHTEK HEIGHTS, DUKE OF LAIGAS, CEO OF EXTENSIVE, DUKE OF MOLDAVIA, AND GENERAL IN THE ARMIES OF THE DWARVEN HEROS

I BID YOU A RESPECTFUL GREETING:

All troubles are forgotten. I apologize for the Chaos unleashed in
your country recently. Hopefully it will change things for the better
very soon if all the details are worked out properly. Your valuable contract is accepted.

Fifty of the finest Catering staff from the Jelgai with assistants should be procured by you under the Expenses and sent to my facility in the Nylss. Once there they will be made more suitable to your special occasion. With this group fully trained in multiple arts and with centuries of experience in "Culinary Pursuits" under their belts they will be the perfect team for such a gathering. They come equipped with the finest kitchen knowledge and equipment of Crystallu and Dwarf manufacture to ensure dining satisfaction. This elite team will be overseen by the newest
Overseer in the Nylss, a wise and experience leader with years of experience
in the Cy Clan government, revamped for the new millennia and trained in
the ways of Nylss food preparation.

Clean up is included in the package for free.

Expense Cost is estimated to be: 1,000,000 gold pieces for time, labor, materials, and equipment rental

My amount of the contract will be 1,000,000 gold pieces profit.

Rahvin smiled as he rolled the scroll and handed it to Moira. “We will keep the original and my scribes will make a copy of this contract with my signature for your Master. I will not be cheated again out of my money like Twiggs did to me. I will have a signed contract this time to show the Mob of Kings if they should curse my country once again! You might also mention to your Master that I am considering the sponsoring of him as King of Tlashtek into a very exclusive club. I have already conversed with the Dark Lord on this matter and I suspect he has already contacted your Master on the subject. I shall see him at the Monster’s Ball.” Rahvin dismissed the courier and as he departed he Rahvin turned back to the altar.

“Come my sweet, I am in a good mood today. Perhaps you are good luck for me. I think I will let you join our ranks rather than die as the food you are.” His mouth went to her neck as the doors closed.

I used to have a handle on life, and then it broke.

Jason of Ronbo’s Raiders just before they ran into the killer dogs!

"Great! We have night goggles and mimicry suits and it is in the dead of night. They'll never see us! What do you mean 'Sssh!'?"

Harpin with the combined armies of Thimhalen, Spouting Mountains and Livyanu approached the Namarushtian border after several days of travel. Harpin accompanied by Damien had little to say but as the time had worn on in his travels he had become more curious about his old enemy.

Damien was not a sparkling conversationalist but Harpin had been curious on several things. He had asked why Corman and Sirron were not there with him as they had promised. Damien had discouraged questions about Corman by saying that he was still trying to convince Betred to surrender. On Sirron he was only slightly more open. He stated that Sirron had never arrived as he had promised and that he might still also be trying to convince Betred to submit to Justice as well. Harpin had laughed in disdain.

Betred would never submit of his own free will. Betred did not cooperate well and he saw everyone as an enemy. Betred did not invite close friendships. His very attitude usually drove people away sooner or later. Even those who were trying to help him. Betred always saw such people as opportunists. It was the nature of his merchant and money grubbing soul.

Harpin had much time to think on this march. Save for Damien he was really alone. His main regret was the loss of Karen. She had done much for him and had been his ally and partner since he had become a King. Her loss had placed a black cloud over his head. Although her messenger had arrived to late for him to be able to help since he was dealing with the revolt, he still felt he should have done something. That he had done nothing even after that had weighed heavily on his conscience since that time. Perhaps he did need a lessoning for he was getting weary of life and the constant struggle against the evil.

He did owe much to Twiggs and Rahvin and perhaps he could make some atonement now by dealing with them in the way they should be dealt with, with whip in hand. Soon he would be at the edge of the forest and would face his sternest trial to date. He looked ahead to his goal and noticed something strange. He peered closer and then took out the Crystallu telescope that Karen had given him as a present so long ago. Extending it he looked closer.

A huge mist covered the whole forest. He could see no signs of trees or movement. The mist was like a huge wall and was silvery green in color. The strangest thing was that as it left from where the forest was and rolled onto the cleared land it would slowly vanish away. It was a disconcerting and strange sight to behold. The colors of the mist seemed to show that this was some form of magic that Twiggs had performed. This seemed strange for he was supposed to duel Corman’s champion and had supposedly allowed access for them to do so. Was this some form of treachery?

As they approached closer the scene did not seem to change. Still it was late in the day and the sun was beginning to set so they decided to set up a camp near the border they would observe the strange occurrence through the evening and night. The camp was quickly established and then several of the off duty Livyanuians approached the wall of fog to investigate. Several threw rocks into the mist to see what would happen but not even the sound of a thump came back. Some stuck arms and limbs into the mist and pronounced it cold on the other side but they could feel nothing. One bright article stuck a pole in. Several of the people watching swore that he was suddenly jerked into the mist and his startled cry was heard throughout the camp.

Hysander running to see the problem with Harpin called into the mist but no sound came back. As a result Hysander ordered that a distance was to be kept from the strange fog and that it be left alone before anyone else was lost. The Speakers quickly enforced this order and the army went back to the camp but Damien and Harpin watched the fog in some speculation.

“It would appear that Twiggs is playing games again. He hides his country and army in the cold mist and grabs anyone who probes it,” stated Harpin decisively. “If he thinks that this mist can stop me he is living an illusion.” Damien though was not so convinced of this view.

“Your people and mine report that it is very cold on the other side. Would Twiggs allow such cold to harm his trees? Perhaps you should be wary of this for Twiggs is reputed to be changed after the death of his woman.” Harpin looked at the warrior next to him. “You say this like you believe I have a choice in this matter. The only way I can prove to my people the correctness of my view is to enter that country. You see I have only two choices in this matter. Either I kill my people or they kill me. The second is that I enter that country and face Twiggs in battle and attempt to destroy him and his country.”

“Do you really expect to win? Twiggs does not and never has been known to be completely fair in the HUMAN way. Matter of fact I suspect he looks with distaste upon any human view of honor at all. He is an elf Harpin and his ways are not yours and can be difficult for you to understand. What will you gain by throwing yourself into a possible death?” Damien asked him in a quiet voice.

Harpin smiled a broad smile. “Why Honor of course. Eadwill was slain many years ago and stolen by the Dark Lord. He lives again now. You went to serve the Dark Lord and now you are again free and able to change that. Death is not the end of existence Damien. It can be a greater and newer beginning. I tell you this now for I am sure you will tell this to Twiggs and others. I have a Guardian Angel given me by Kalain do I not? I could use it even now but chose not to! I will not use it to preserve my life because I must face this test as it stands. A man is more than the power he wields.”

“I think you are foolish to shun a power that could very well save you and could bring you back alive.” Damien stated bluntly. “Any other King would do this so why should you deny it. The use of this power would not hurt anyone and I see no reason you should not use it.”

“You have learned much Damien but not yet enough. When you learn enough the Dark Lord will have no power over you at all. The use of this power would hurt me. It would show that I fear death and must lean on the Attributes as a crutch. Those who seek Honor must be prepared to face battle and to stand for what they believe in. I will not let a little cold and a little fog scare me away from the task a man must do. We are all judged by the actions we take. I chose not to kill my people. I chose to not use the powers I gained for protecting the helpless and innocent for a personal gain.” Harpin stated grimly, his eyes hard and cold as his rough and heavy beard blew slightly in the breeze.

“If you have a weapon, then you will use it when you face Twiggs. Survival is a strong instinct Harpin. I think you will use your weapon. Especially as out matched as you are.” Damien spoke positively.

Harpin nodded, “You are right.” He tossed his great ax on the ground and took off his weapons. Know this though, when Twiggs was +1 and I only a zero King I fought him and we tied. This time is no different than the last time I faced him. I will walk in with no weapon but my whip. I will face the elf lord and I will be defeated, die or come back to retrieve my weapon. Stand a bit here for me old enemy and we shall see.” Harpin stepped into the mist and was swallowed up. Damien watched closely. After an hour suddenly the Blue Ax shone brightly lighting up the night and awakening the sleeping encampment then it slowly vanished. Hysander came forward from the shadows where he had watched.

Damien could see that he was a vampire. Hysander smiled as he spoke. “So it is done, Twiggs has killed him. They say when a Token vanishes the ruler is dead! Rahvin and Corman will be so pleased. How does it feel Damien to know that we have yet again triumphed?”

Damien struck swiftly with his trident and caught the Vampire on its spinning blades! A sullen red light filled the air and the vampire screamed in agony as the Avatar of Destruction reaped Vengeance for the King of Honor. When he was done nothing remained of the High Priest. Damien surveyed the gathering army and spoke in a cold voice that mirrored the agonies of hell. “The revolt is done. The war against Tlashtek is finished. You start afresh with no king and no priest. Both were destroyed by evil. Take heed you who look upon this moment and chose your next King and Priest with more care or I will return and for Honor’s Sake I will destroy you all.” The army parted as Damien walked towards the Chaka Forest and the Monster’s Ball.

"I wouldn't worry about the Dwarf High Command, they won't have a clue."

Rahvin to Betred at the Monsters Ball: "You know, I just ate my mother-in-law, and she still doesn't agree with me!" To which Corman relied, “There’s many a slip between the tongue and the lip!”

Corman left the Livyanu Hauler that had transported him to this area and he was surprised. It appeared that Betred had rented land for this occasion from several Nobles in the area. The area was sixteen square miles wide! The area was bigger than most cities. He had then spent a veritable fortune to build a Palace and City on this very spot where none had been before. The cost was staggering and impossible to contemplate.

Even as he watched literally thousands possibly millions of creatures of all types and varieties were building and preparing the area. All this, Corman had discovered, for Betred to celebrate his wedding and alliance with the Dwarf High command! Corman shook his head in rueful admiration. The power display here was obvious. What was even more enlightening was that Betred was prepared to spend a huge amount of money for something he would only use ONCE!

Even as he dismounted a Nameless One backed by a squad of tough looking dwarves was approaching him. The Nameless One beckoned him imperially. “You the bard they call Aethaddyn?” He questioned pompously. “You’re late but you still have to go through Security! We have already had several cases of Vampires trying to slip through our Security. Stick out your arm!” Corman amused complied and smiled brightly.

“How will sticking out my arm prove anything? Rahvins Vampires are reputed to use Sun Block 5,000 like the elves, or some such thing, so they can stand sunlight. If you’re waiting for me to start sizzling like a sausage it isn’t going to happen. Maybe you want to see if I am greased properly?”

The dwarf sergeant was not amused but then the serious dwarves rarely were anyway. He pinched the skin on Corman’s arm sharply and watched as the Bard jumped. “Yow! You Fragging IceHole with your stone skin! Why the heck did you do that? Look at my arm it’s turning black and blue! I ought to kick your sorry hoop but with your stone hide it would probably hurt even more!” The bard hopped up and down waving the injured arm wildly as he shouted angrily. The dwarf sergeant nodded ignoring the angry bard. “This ones clean.” The Nameless one hurried to quiet the hopping Bard.

“Look the dwarves are used to dealing with Vampires. Vampires have cold skin and it’s much tougher than human skin. It’s harder to hurt them. Also they regenerate pretty fast. The fact that you’re still black and blue, hurting and reacted like you did shows us that you’re not a Vampire. You might be a human working for them perhaps but no human in his right mind wants to work for Rahvin. Besides you will be watched.

He waved towards and area that seemed to be a very long and slow moving line. Corman had a picture that this would be a lot like Hell. “Now the entertainers are over that way. Go over there and they will assign you a place to stay. Then stay out of trouble. The festivities start tonight and we want it to go like clockwork. The people over there will give you the times for your performance, arrange for your feeding and care as well as your pay. You screw this up and I’ll take that Harp and wrap it around your ears before Betred deals with you. Now get out of my way, I have others to deal with!”

The Nameless One hurried off to deal with some other poor luckless individual. As Corman moved to the area cradling his sore arm in chagrin, he reflected that this was truly weird and smiled. Suddenly he heard another voice some distance behind him, “Yow! You Farkin Hoops….” Corman had a tendency to agree as he rubbed the large bruise on his arm! He joined the line and like most lines in a bureaucracy it was slow and tedious as the clerks dotted every ‘i’ and crossed every ‘t’ with painstaking care. Corman detested them immediately. Well like any good chaotic personality he had his own way of dealing with ‘Son’s of Benches’ like these!

As he waited in the very long line he started to practice some short songs. Soon a small crowd had gathered and was listening closely as the Bard sang small snatches of tunes made up from old nursery rhymes. His changes though seemed to bring some laughter to the crowd.

Jack and Jill

Went up the hill

too have some hanky panky.

Silly Jill forgot her pill

And now there's little Frankie.

Mary had a little lamb

Her father shot it dead.

Now it goes to school with her,

between two chunks of bread.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,

her clothes all tattered and torn.

It wasn't the spider that crept beside her,

But Little Boy Blue and his horn.

Simple Simon met a Pie man, going to the fair.

Said Simple Simon to the Pie man,

What have you got in there?

Said the Pie man unto Simon,

Pies, you Drek Head!

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the kings’ horses and all the kings’ men,

said "Fark him, He's only an egg".

Mary had a little lamb

It ran into a pylon.

10,000 volts went up its Hoop

and turned it's wool to nylon

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie.

Kissed the girls and made them cry.

When the boys came out to play,

He kissed them too, cause he was gay.

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard

to fetch her poor dog a bone.

When she bent over

Rover took over,

And gave her a bone of his own.

Little Boy Blew.

Hey. He needed the money.

The lines soon became thoroughly disrupted with laughter that now instead of nice neat lines there was a large crowd like a giant puddle in front of the desks. Instead of an orderly procession clerks were now bellowing trying to get the next person up to the table to fill out their forms. Many couldn’t hear them yelling over the noise of the crowd. The time for Corman, passed rapidly. As a result the clerks decided to hurry his processing so they could reestablish some order! Corman was quickly assigned a place to stay and was given a pass so that he could get meals and could make use of the Entertainment facilities. He also had his schedule of appearances and so he decided to wander around and view the sights of interest.

Having an interest in cooking and looking for ways that he might improve his recipe for ‘conductor’, Corman quietly entered the kitchen through the back way disguised as one of the kitchen staff. It only took him a few quiet moments to change his disguise in the crowd. No one even noticed except the guards who were supposed to be watching him. All they knew was that they had lost the bard in the midst of a large crowd! This was not unusual though in this mess and they started to wander about trying to rediscover him.

Corman wandered into the kitchen where a half-troll/half giant woman from the Jelgai was running the kitchen staff. It was obvious that under her tongue lashing the servants were getting ready for a major party tonight. He could see roast boar and fine Livyanu beef. Corman entered carrying a case of Buzzberry Beer. He followed the crowd and went into a back room and set his case down. What surprised him was that chairs had been set up facing a podium and there were two guards on the door. Corman saw with his Bardic sight that they were scanning for Chaos alignment. Corman was happy that he was a chaotic!

A few moments later the woman entered and the doors were closed and magically sealed. As the woman took her place at the podium she suddenly dropped her disguise to reveal herself as Estelle. The rest dropped their disguises as well and Corman saw that Vampires surrounded him. He quickly brought on his Vampire disguise and no one noticed for all attention was on Rahvin’s Cy Clan advisor. Once again Corman was thankful that he had protections from Cy Clan mind reading!

Estelle did not hesitate but started right in. “Word has come to us that Harpin is dead attempting to attack Namarushta. That is the good news. It appears Corman’s little trick worked unfortunately he got too greedy. We have also received word that Corman is dead and it looks like Betred laid him out. Don’t be too alarmed though on this. Corman and Rahvin already had anticipated this and took steps just in case. The only glitch there was that Rahvin was supposed to get the kill instead of Betred. It was a slight setback that did nothing to stop the final outcome.”

“Now the bad news, Rahvin is angry because Elaine and Galebolt were in Namarushta when it vanished. We do not know if this is magic gone wrong or is deliberate but we do know it has caused a problem for our king. We suspect that Twiggs saw Corman’s attack coming and took steps to protect his country with some new powers. Elaine and Galebolt happened to be there so that keeps that slut Elaine safe for another Month. This puts a major crimp in Rahvins plans to settle his debt with the DL. Rahvin tried to get Corman to leave Twiggs alone but after Karen’s death he just couldn’t be convinced. Rahvin is a trifle miffed at Corman at the moment.”

Corman hid a grimace. So that incompetent Bastiage Rahvin was going to blame HIM for the screw-up? He had told Rahvin to get Elaine and he had assured Corman he had her. He had told Rahvin he had work to do in Namarushta and that he should go get Elaine forcibly if he had to! Why that idiot Rahvin had even tried to get Galebolt to attack him so that Elaine would traipse along behind and walk into his power! Corman had told Rahvin that Galebolt was not that stupid but Rahvin had not believed it. His threats to Galebolt had driven the cowardly pair into Namarushta as he suspected it would! Corman’s part had been a success! Harpin was dead killed by Twiggs just like he had planned it! Perhaps the Magical fight between the two super powers had destroyed Namarushta as well leaving a vacancy at the top, so to speak? Only time would tell. He listened closely as the briefing continued.

Estelle was continuing on with the plans. “Tonight Betred and his woman will be showing up. It will take some time for him to get here from Tlashtek because they’re coming in Betred's limo. Besides Rahvin doesn’t want Betred or any Tlashtekian touched! We want every dwarf noble dead before they arrive. If anyone screws this one up you’re going to join Corman on the Black List! The announcer will give the signal, just as the dinner is about to be served and all the nobles are seated and looking at the food, drink and gifts Betred has placed for the occasion.”

“You will all act immediately when the announcer says, ‘The Feast will now be served with the compliments of Rahvin, Seeker of Peace.’ That will be your cue to attack immediately. Remember there will be many more dwarfs than there are of us. No immediate feeding! When we have eliminated the Dwarf High Command as a threat then will be the time for our rewards. Remember, every adult member of the Dwarf High Command is here and many will have their children being watched in the Quarters set up by us and are under our care. We plan to make a clean sweep and end this problem once and for all. Once done we will gather up as much as we can in valuables and meet at this spot for transport to the Nylss. When Betred arrives there won’t be anyone left. Any questions?”

There were no questions at all. With a final nod Estelle replaced her disguise. The Vampires followed suit and Corman quickly changed his back to a serving guy. The group filed out of the room with the troll/giant berating them all and threatening to reap heads if they didn’t do a better job and stop goofing off. He noted the looks of sympathy from the others and decided they were not in on this but had probably been the target of remarks from her as well. Corman slipped out after a suitable time. It certainly looked like he was not going to get to play this gig and it seemed like a good time to not be around.

Arald the Dwarf was circulating through the crowds. After the initial security check performed on he and his boys for Vampirism everyone had bought his story and paperwork that showed he was part of the elite security forces for this occasion. He reflected that working for the elves certainly put him in some strange situations. He had talked with Twiggs and his Queen in Month one of the Chaos cycle and had subsequently proven his loyalty to the elf lord. His unit had been pulled from the Dark Lands and the elves had healed and cured many of them. They had been outfitted with the finest of dwarf weapons and armor. Arald was dressed so fancy that he looked like a promising son of the Dwarf High Command. Many took him for a noble and few bothered him and his men. Those that did question in depth responded to the elite pass card of gold coin. This suited his purpose very well.

Arald was here because Twiggs had several spies near Betred and others near Rahvin. He had learned that something strange was to happen here and he wanted to know what it was. He had decided that anything Rahvin was involved in needed to be closely watched and now that he was making some type of deal with Betred? Well it seemed obvious that whatever it was would not be good for the dwarves or the elves. It looked like this was going to be a big bust though. Who would have guessed that the tightwad Betred would be springing this much for just an elaborate party? He couldn’t see a Rahvin connection at all. It looked like nothing real exciting was going to happen here.

As he moved along he saw his second in command, a tough dwarf called Negnar beckoning to him. Beside him stood a frightened looking dwarf dressed as a scullery cook. Negnar looked at his commander with a look that showed this was important and needed to be done in private. Arald had worked with Negnar for a long time in the Dark Lands where it was dangerous to talk. The fact that he said nothing spoke volumes! They were in the deep stuff again. He nodded slightly and touched his dagger. And Negnar sped off to gather the boys to the arranged meeting place. Arald clapped a friendly hand on the frightened looking dwarf and smiled hugely as he jumped.

“Hey Old Buddy! Fancy meeting you here? We sure are a long way from the old home mines. Remember those days with old Grobert bossing us? C’mon I’ll buy you a beer and we can talk over old times.” He quickly took the servant by the arm and led him off to his room. Once there and under guard he quickly got the story out of him. It appeared that he had been in a back room taking a little nap when he had discovered a plot to kill the High Command! He did not dare to approach the High Command directly but had approached a Security Guard and he had been brought here. Paying the servant some gold to reward him he promised him protection and sent him to a safe house maintained by the elves.

After he left Arald sat back and smiled a slight smile. So Rahvin had used the Cy Clan Estelle to smuggle in Vampires as servants. That would have easily bypassed the Security normally in place and was probably the easiest and quickest way they could do this in the time allowed. After all the Cy Clan were normally considered to have nothing to do with Rahvin but Estelle had recently gone to work for him and was reputed to have unusual powers even in her country. It was a pretty smart move. The Dwarf High command, bureaucracy bound, had obviously not adjusted the Security to take her into account yet.

There was no doubt that Twiggs would want this broken up. Rahvin had been toadying to Betred lately and it looked like there might be a squeeze play going on here for both the Northern and Southern dwarf borders. The interesting thing now though was that the Chaka Forest was on the East and the Elf Lands on the West. It sure looked like the old home grounds were going to become the new weapons test grounds real soon now. Well, as long as they kept it above ground he doubted it would bother the dwarves much anyway.

Oh sure, he had to admit that Betred was not really implicated in this. It could be an all Rahvin show, but Betred stand to gain much if the Dwarf High Command was destroyed after all that would leave just Betred and Kristiana as the only two possible nobles left. It sure stank like a Betred plot to him. The plot would have to be stopped. Arald knew just how to do it! He called in one of his soldiers and started to issue orders. This was one job the Dwarf High Command wasn’t going to be told about. He didn’t want them to telegraph his plan and mucking it up. They were bait pure and simple. It was about the only thing they were good for anyway.

Later that evening the guests were arriving on the manicured grounds amongst the brightly lit lanterns and torches. The servants were decorated in costumes and carried a variety of delicacies and drinks around on silver trays and in Crystallu glassware. Flags draped the walls and in the background were flashes of fireworks as mages plied their trade and created fantastic illusions for the guests. In the garden area a band played tunes for those who wished to enjoy the walkways and rare flowers.

The main ballroom was lavishly decorated and lit with torches, magical lights and scented candles. A huge mountain of wrapped gifts stood guarded near the front of the building near two Thimhalenite Thrones. This was where Kristiana and Betred would greet the Dwarf High Command individually and give them a gift. Many of the dwarves stood around eyeing the gifts with avarice and greed on their faces.

The place was already packed with Dwarf Nobles and Generals, Aides and Toadies of all types, hoping to be able to take the arriving King for every penny he had. The table was already set for the meal with steaming and gaily decorated platters, but no food had been served as yet. On the groaning and finely decorated table was duck, chicken, beef, pork, and Betred’s favorite Dragon Steaks with hot sauce. The crowd was getting somewhat anxious because everyone was waiting on the Extensive delegation that had yet to arrive. Several of the dwarves were beginning to get very loud and obnoxious as well as annoying when a Nameless One arrived and standing made an announcement.

It appeared that Betred was being delayed by large crowds of people in his country eager to get a look at the new Queen. The going was slowed through the press and they had only just now made it to the border with several more hours of travel to be expected. Betred had sent word that the feast should start without him and that on each chair was a present for every guest. This brought a better humor to the guests and they began to be seated.

The catering staff bustled around bringing bowls of hot water and clean fresh towels to dry hands with. They also removed the wrapping paper from the eagerly torn open presents. All the servants were obviously of Jelgai training and stock with a few dwarves mixed. A half giant/troll woman watched all closely and it was obvious that she was in charge of the catering staff, the cooks and the servants. The dwarves marveled that Betred had obviously paid a lot of money for so many of the best and they smiled greedily. If Betred spent this much on servants then his gifts to them would be much greater. They all had visions that their already vast fortunes would double by tonight and they would have to do nothing but smile at the stupid foreign King.

As the crowd prepared to eat a servant announcer stood up and waved all to silence. “We should take a few moments of silence in honor of the founder of this great feast. The Mighty King Betred and his new bride Kristiana now link the dwarf countries and Tlashtek in a firm alliance that promises riches and business opportunities to all. As his gift to you this Feast will now be served with the compliments of Rahvin, Seeker of Peace." For only seconds the Nobles sat stunned. What a stupid mistake! Rahvin the Butcher the Seeker of Peace. They waited for a moment as the announcer smiled and suddenly all disguises dropped revealing all the servants to be Vampires!

For a few moments the Vampires savored the looks of pure terror on the faces of their victims. The fear and panic became like a tangible crowd as the dwarf nobles froze in fear and surprise. That is when the dwarf security forces struck! Suddenly behind the vampires, doors and windows slammed shut and the Vampires suddenly saw the invisibly hidden men at arms all around the walls of the room. Above in balconies and high points dwarf crossbowmen waited. Arald arose smoothly from the table and pulled a hidden magical weapon from his rich robes. He looked at the suddenly revealed Cy Clan and smiled slightly.

“This is the second time in two months that Rahvin has tried to kill the dwarf leaders and steal Kristiana. So much for the peace of Rahvin. Last month did not the Cy Clan grant Queen Karens last wish that Rahvin would know the Peace of Death? The granting of a dying persons last wish is a powerful thing my friends. Until that day comes though we shall enjoy removing Rahvin’s minions instead. Really Estelle, you seem to be spiritually married to Rahvin. Did not the same King grant you your desire? You will join him in his grave much as his previous wives have.”

With screams of fear and hatred the slaughter began. Outside the doors the entertainers and servants watched the sealed Palace wondering why the guards had closed it and wondering at the screams inside. Corman smiled and walked away. It appeared Rahvin had screwed the dog on this one again and he certainly could not blame THIS ONE on Corman. He left singing a small, amusing tune. “The Heathen Poxy Boggins have no Breeches.” By the time he had hit the Chaka forest border he had made one hundred and seventy four separate verses as well as twenty-four unprintable ones.

"Who's bringing up the rear?"

Elaine to Sirron after she caught him in her bedroom with Lorelei “You know Sirron, Virginity is like a bubble, one prick and its all gone.”

Ron to Joe: “Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older?”

Joe’s reply, “ My sense of decency.”

Rahvin to Betred “What are "Do It," "I Can Help" and "Can't Get Enough"?

Betred: “ I don't know but it's coming from Sirron’s apartment.”

Ashla walked quietly into Sirron's private chambers merely nodding to the guards as she passed. Woman entering the King’s chambers rarely excited any interest anymore although rumor control had the servants and guards placing bets on how many wenches Sirron would bed each night! Ashla found it amusing that Sirron still had found no way to keep the symbiote from affecting his sex drive. His reputed sexual appetite was fast approaching heroic proportions even amongst the elves. Even she had not been immune to the enhanced sexual allure of the symbiote and had shared the Kings bed several times a week. It might be time to institute a lottery amongst all the available woman in the realm!

Ashla was a little anxious at the news that her entire home country had simply vanished but she was continuing her work as King Sirron's number one advisor. The fact that the Dark Lord and Rahvin had both ordered the death of Sirron's advisors also played heavily upon her. There was no doubt about it she was out here buck-naked in mosquito country! Sure she was taking precautions but they didn't call the Dark Lord's Assassins the best in the world for nothing. She was living on borrowed time and she knew it. With her King gone and her employer under threat by two of the most dangerous Kings in the Petal Throne, things were becoming very dangerous in her newest position.

Stopping in the antechamber Ashla knocked politely before entering after all one just never knew who the King might be entertaining these days. She was surprised to find no one in the King's office so she moved silently passed the Shennuian Jade topped desk that had been a present from Jade Pearl/Skragg before she had departed for the Monsters Ball. She moved supplely to the Talstekian Walnut doorframe and opening the door she looked into the King's bedroom quietly and carefully. Her amused smile faded from her lips as she saw the bed was made and empty. This was unusual these days, she mused with an amused smile.

Walking quietly into the bedroom she listened intently and heard splashing noises coming from the bathroom. Knocking again and calling out softly, Ashla walked into the heated room and found Sirron lounging in a large sauna with his head resting on a towel on the hard marble floor a look of relaxed pleasure on his face as the bubbles frothed and churned around him. She knew that Sirron liked his special bath created by Corman for Gerrain years ago. It was a most unusual device and very craftily made. Ashla had enjoyed it several times with Sirron after a liaison. She was pleased to see that no one was with him at the moment. Good she hated interrupting him, but lately it was getting very difficult to pick a GOOD time.

Ashla smiled at the relaxing King and coughed slightly and bowed her head as Sirron looked up startled. "Forgive me your Majesty but I did knock and call out. I feared something had happened to you." Sirron looked exceedingly embarrassed as well as trifle guilty and Ashla thought this unusual for the King. His more natural bent would have been a leering invitation for her to join him! She glanced quickly around to see if anyone else was there but the room was empty.

He watched her with a strange look like he expected her to do something. Ashla looked back for a moment but decided that more important matters should be dealt with first. When she did nothing Sirron seemed relieved. Ashla wondered if she was losing her touch.

"This better be an emergency Ashla, but of course it is or you wouldn’t be here.” Stated Sirron in a neutral voice giving away nothing. He had a tense look on his face again and it appeared to be a bit flushed. “Have we discovered what has happened to Twiggs and your homeland?" He looked even more tense and moved stiffly. Ashla was curious but pretended not to notice.

Ashla allowed a little of her worry to show as she replied, "No Sire, none of the scouts or emissaries sent to the other Kingdoms know more than we do, which is nothing of import. We have learned through our contacts in the Towers and Jelgai though that Elaine and Galebolt where both in Namarushta to attend the duel between Corman and Twiggs at the time it vanished. They have apparently either died or are where ever the land is.”

She looked at her list a moment as Sirron squirmed in the water and his face became redder! He looked like a kid doing the ‘Pee-Pee’ dance. Maybe he had to use the toilet she thought cattily and decided to go slower and see how long it would take him to admit it. It would be a good joke for later. She continued on slowly.

“Corman is calling foul and wants your judgment on Twiggs, 'chickening out' on their duel. Although it is plain to us now that the duel was really a disguise for an invasion by the combined armies of The Spouting Mountains, Livyanu, and Thimhalen. Corman has never lacked the boldness recently to make extraneous complaints in a loud, shrill and frequent voice.”

“Item two of the problems is that we have also had several reports that the Monsters Ball may be getting out of hand but not in any way we expected. It has not yet left the confines of Extensive at all. It could be they are merely awaiting some signal to do so."

As Ashla continued slowly with her report, Sirron's expression had grown more and more pained till it looked like he might actually be experiencing some physical problem. He suddenly gasped, stiffened with his hands gripping the sides of the tub and a small groan escaped his lips. His eyes closed. She was just getting ready to ask if he was all right when she caught the flicking end of a rather large rainbow like tail fin brushing the surface of the pool. Looking closer into the water she realized that Sirron was not alone in the tub after all. She had all she could do to keep a straight face and not burst out laughing. There was no doubt that Sirron had learned some interesting tricks from Lorelei!

Even as she came to this discovery a side door opened and a small Shennuian courtesan entered the room carrying a tray of sweets and wearing absolutely nothing. She was petite but well made and every movement was designed to be a sexual invitation. Ignoring Ashla, she set the tray next to Sirron. This was obviously another gift to Sirron from Skragg. The girl was most likely a slave and had been specially trained.

Daintily climbing over the tub slid her body slowly down onto Sirron's lap and into the pool. A few seconds later she tossed her head back and began rocking gently. Sirron's face was a flickering gambit of emotion. Guilt, Lust, Shame, Embarrassment, and Desire all passed quickly on his face as he looked at Ashla.

He obviously thought she might react badly to the situation but it amused her. To lessen his embarrassment she slowly and calculatingly began to disrobe as well watching the relief and lust appear on his face. Ashla was slim like most elves and kept her body in excellent shape. As she casually released her long dark green hair she smiled. This looked to be more fun than the Monster’s Ball. Although with Sirron it made the term Monsters’ Ball somewhat of a pun.

The mermaid meanwhile had risen up beside Sirron and rested her head on his shoulder. Sirron tried to looked completely embarrassed as neither lady showed any signs of stopping their activities but he was too entranced with Ashla’s teasing disrobing to really disguise what was on his face for all the world to see.

Wisely Ashla chose to say nothing as two female Cy Clan also came into the bathroom from the same side door and also slid into the pool to join the activities. There was no doubt that Sirron’s appetites had grown enormously in the past month despite all he could do about it.

Ashla slowly let fall her halter-top showing her breasts. Sirron's mouth was open and gasping as he stared in fascination. Ashla reveled in the power it gave her to see that in a desperate attempt to maintain his cool Sirron changed the subject when it was obvious his attention was elsewhere. The fact that he had several very desirable woman around him did not lessen the impact her tease was having on him.

Sirron tried to sound businesslike. "Maintain the current plans with the Monsters Ball. Have statements taken from all the witnessing Kings. Between Harpin, Damien, and Corman we should get a fair idea if it was really an invasion or not. Harpin has never been known to lie." Ashla nodded but she had been looking at the other woman, just in case one might be a Vampire in disguise. She didn't know a single one of them and it would appear that Sirron rarely bedded the same woman twice. Still none of them were vampires and it was unlikely that they were Dark Lands Assassins.

Her reply was soft and seductive as she played with the fastenings on her skirt. "Sir, Harpin is reported to be dead. He entered the mist protecting Namarushta and did not return. His ax was seen to have vanished and as most know, normally when an artifact vanishes there are only two reasons for it. The first most logical reason is that the person died and his artifact has been reclaimed by the Attribute they served, the second is that a changing ceremony was performed and the powers of the King performing it have changed as well to make him more suitable. I think we will find that Harpin was not ready for another ceremony and is very dead, which I am sure will please many of the elves."

This got Sirron's attention as the Shennuian girl, satiated, was replaced by a voluptuous Cy Clan maid. A calculating look filled his eye as he stared at the swirling mass of bubbling water. "If Harpin is truly dead, Twiggs is out of touch, If Elaine and Galebolt have gone with him then it would appear that the entire side of Good is gone save for me and possibly Jarod. That would appear to make me the final target on their list. It is as I have foreseen it. Gerrain had also foreseen this and we both have made plans to account for the changed circumstances. I had hoped not to make use of them but it appears that hope was not enough. I will have to go to make sure everything is ready. Still there is time enough yet to enjoy this small period of respite.” Ashla nodded as she completed her disrobing. Sirron watched fascinated as she stepped into the tub and joined him in the water.

What do you do when a Good Plan goes BAD?

Skragg talking to Zozan: “Life's tough, it's tougher if you're stupid."

As Betred has put it “Don’t cash a check that your body can’t pay!”

The sound of myriad tiny bells filled the air and crystalline shards filled the air in a sparkling cascade of glass as the courier arched out of the window from a tall tower in Castle Grundar under a full moon. His mouth opened to scream but only a choked whimper escaped before the cold, hard granite of the opposite tower silenced him once and for all. The wet CRACK of his spine and skull breaking echoed through the deserted castle grounds.

The vultures took immediate notice for at Castle Grundar they had learned to roost here once again. With the Vampires back in control food was always plentiful. Some of these had vultures had recently been actively mutated as well and they made excellent guards for the castle. The new vultures were to replace the Splud air force. One thing about vultures thought Moira as she looked out the window at the freshly feeding horde, was that they made no judgments. They didn’t waste energy and they were patient. Vultures had never met an animal they didn’t like.

She turned back to the room itself as Rahvin still screaming in anger smashed a chair with a brutal backhanded blow. The conference room was in disarray and the servants cowered in one corner. Moria stoically stood fast near the window awaiting the obvious rage to subside. She appeared completely unruffled by the tantrum. Next the massive oaken conference table slammed into the wall, splintering into several large pieces. The day had been one item of bad news after another, and her Master was understandably angry. He was currently venting his anger on Corman. Moira thought that a safe enough subject for Corman had been assassinated by Betred’s hirelings!

She had as yet not had the opportunity to tell him that Estelle had not reported in on time and she suspected that something had gone wrong at Betred’s party as well. She had dispatched several scouts to the area to see if they could find out but the scouts had reported a large amount of activity amongst the dwarf army. Much higher than usual and they were not able to penetrate far enough into the country to find out anything. This told Moria volumes. Either Estelle had been widely successful or they had been discovered. Considering the late report? They had failed.

"I TOLD HIM NOT TO GO TO NAMURASHTA!!" Rahvin bellowed into Moira’s face. "HE PLAYED RIGHT INTO TWIGG'S HANDS! But NOOOOOO! Corman insisted on doing things HIS way. I could do nothing to make him do it our way without giving away the big HUNT." Moira wiped a drop of spittle off of her cheek and gracefully picked up a chair to sit in. It did not seem to be a good time for standing up and it looked like this might be a long one.

"Well I'll let YOU tell that to the Dark Lord, who is most likely even now moving against us!" Rahvin looked around for something to throw, but found nothing unbroken. He considered tossing the advisor out the window chair and all but decided that he had no real reason to be angry with her. Her part of the work had been completed properly.

"This month was not a total loss Master. Harpin is dead. You have ascended to a plus one-power level. You have made one of the fastest rises to power in history. The Prestige you have gained from these two things alone is priceless. Your power has increased and not diminished and not every plan works even for the Dark Lord."

She picked up the reports on the floor and scanned them quickly. "Twiggs is in hiding, his influence in the world is limited until he can reappear. Elaine and Galebolt are gone with him. That means their influence is gone as well. All this during a time of the Dark Lord’s return. We have so many possible opportunities, my Lord. The plans are not yet in total shambles. We have had some success and Corman did deal with his primary mission. Harpin is destroyed."

"So what!” Raged Rahvin. “Elaine escaped me, her brother still lives. That slimy piece of snake excrement Corman goes off chasing a woman and spoils all of our plans, and who's left holding the bag? I am, that's who. How can you say this month was anything other than a disaster!!" Breathing deeply the King slowly calmed himself. Such fits relieved tension but even he had to admit that they weren't very cost effective.

"Yes, Elaine escaped and Galebolt is still alive. Yes, your party will not be quite the event you had hoped for, but it will still be a very prestigious affair. Corman did succeed in carrying out your plan to kill Harpin. You succeeded in getting Corman killed as well, even if it didn't happen exactly as planned, it was still a success. The Dwarf High Command may well have to wait for another day.” She casually dropped the hint that all might not have gone well there as well.

Like Elaine and Galebolt this situation and outcome are only delayed! Twiggs ran away from you and didn’t show for his duel, and in the process abducted his only remaining allies. This has to have hurt him and the Dark Lord has said it may make him very vulnerable. The smoke has cleared Master, and you have come out on top. We did have much more success than we had thought possible.”

“While our grand master plan didn't work out as we had hoped, we still gained FAR more than we lost. We suspected going into this that we would not gain everything we had hoped for and you even said so yourself. You have been proven correct and only your brilliant mind has allowed us to gain what we did."

A servant peeked into the room and looked around, but he quickly turned and fled from Moira’s icy glare. The last thing she required right now was for some incompetent idiot to stick his nose in here and ruin what she was doing! She continued to talk in a calm and reasonable voice.

"The only real issue is the Dark Lord's displeasure at Elaine's escape, and it was Corman who cost us that chance by his attack on Namarushta. Your plan was to leave that country alone. We know it was Corman who wanted to get Twiggs to kill Harpin but who would have thought Twiggs would avoid the duel? The fact that both of those Kings may be dead and his country permanently removed with Elaine and Galebolt as well makes your move a triumph! IF Twiggs, Harpin, Elaine and Galebolt all died during Harpin’s duel with Twiggs then the only thing that stands in the Dark Lords way is Sirron! Sure it’s not the original plan but it is just as GOOD!”

“I will not back down from Dick Helmet, nor will I be blamed for Corman's stupidity either. I had Kings and Queens twice as strong as me dancing to my tune, and I kept that infernal elf Twiggs in the dark for a long time even though he had four times my power. The weak link was Corman, he was the root that stumbled us, and I will make sure he regrets that in whatever form he now inhabits. Summon my army, contact Thimhalen, get me the Dark Lord, we have preparations to make!" Rahvin growled still surly.

Moira spoke quickly sensing she was making headway with the volatile King. “Come now, we knew the plan was large and that anything could go wrong. We suspected it might be overly ambitious at the time we devised it but it does send a clear message to the DL that we can operate at a level higher than our noted power level and can gain much more than anyone expects. The big thing at this point is to placate the DL. We owe him favors and he expects to be paid on time. You would expect the same if you were cracking the whip. It’s bad for the image if he helps and you don’t pay him back or at least go through the motions. If he is not paid on time then we owe him some type of ‘interest payment’ as your friend Betred would put it. That is easy enough to arrange.”

“The Monster’s Ball would be the perfect time to bring him something that he desires. We can’t touch Twiggs and Harpin is gone. Rebecca would have been a perfect gift but we can’t get to her either. Ashla is over at Sirron’s but that might not be a good move. The Dark Lord is messing with Sirron and his advisors this month and we certainly don’t want to pass water in his pool! As for Sirron himself? He won’t want Sirron because who does? Word is that Damien, Betred and Skragg will be at the Ball as well out of respect for the DL’s return and they will be bringing the required gifts. Why should we be any different?”

“I have it! Remember that little girl and her mother in the Jelgai that Sirron was so taken with. He liked them so much he granted them a wish against Twiggs? Let’s give them to the DL as tribute! Think of the leverage he would have on Sirron, Twiggs and Galebolt with them as captives! It would buy us some time with the Dark Lord as long as we make it clear that we have not given up the hunt on Elaine. I think the big mistake with the Dark Lord is if we make just one attempt and then give up. Then he would not respect us.”

Rahvin smiled for the first time that day. His advisor was correct. If Twiggs and the rest had not vanished but actually been destroyed then his plan was successful in a way that no one had anticipated. Harpin was powerful so perhaps Twiggs and the lawfuls were dead. If so then that would surely be enough to pay off the Dark Lord. Still it paid to have insurance. He nodded his agreement that the Jelgaians should be kidnapped and delivered to the Dark Lord with suitable gifts before the Monster’s Ball.

Suddenly it hit Rahvin and he looked at Moria closely. “What is this about the dwarves?” He stated in a cold ominous voice. “Here we go again,” thought Moira and then she started to explain.

“Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,” thought Betred; “but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life!”

"In God we trust, all others are suspects."

Submitted by Queen Karen for the Monster’s Ball: The Queen of Hearts’ Strawberry Tart

Crust

1 stick butter, melted

1-teaspoon sugar

1-cup flour

Filling

4 cups whole strawberries, hulled

1 1/2 cups warm water

1 1/2 cups sugar

4 tablespoons corn starch

1 3-ounce package strawberry gelatin mix (not the instant kind)

2 drops red food coloring

Whipped cream

Preheat oven to 400°.

Mix all crust ingredients and pat into a 9-inch pie plate. Prick the bottom with a fork and bake for about 15 minutes, or until lightly browned. Cool.

Arrange whole strawberries in the crust.

In a saucepan, cook water, sugar, and cornstarch until the mixture becomes clear. Add gelatin and stir until dissolved. Add food coloring. Pour over the strawberries that are in the crust. Chill well.

Top with whipped cream before serving.

Betred arrived at the party site in his stretch limo carriage with Kristianna by his side. As they pulled up he suspected that something might have gone terribly wrong. His Chief lawyer rushed up to the carriage and spoke urgently. It appeared that Rahvin had struck at the dwarves again possibly in hopes of capturing Kristianna. The alert Dwarf Security had somehow detected the attack saving the Dwarf High Command from a terrible fate and neatly turning the tables on the attackers. It appeared all the Vampires were destroyed but Cyber Estelle had been trapped and was still putting up a fight despite the odds. She could not escape but neither could they capture her. It appeared that the dwarf security forces were about to kill her.

Betred asked his wife to remain out of danger and he strolled up the flowered walk and to the sealed door. Seeing no immediate way in he knocked on the door. He was surprised when a small portal opened and a dwarf face peered out. “Can’t you see were a little busy here? You tall ones are all alike. Think the world has nothing better to do but open your doors.” Betred though was conversant in how to deal with dwarves and their culture.

“SHADDUP! How dare you talk to a member of the Dwarf High Command like this you little twerp?” He thundered at the dwarf who seemed not surprised at all at the retaliation. “Surely you recognize ME. How many humans are members of the Dwarf High Command you IDIOT! Now let me in to deal with the assassins or I’ll have you working on the smelting crucibles for the next fifty years if you live that long!” The dwarf blanched and quickly started to open an entrance. He had to remove a lot of locks. All the while he begged forgiveness and whined how he was only doing his job and no one had told HIM that a Tall One was a member of the Dwarf High Command. He blamed everyone of course but himself. Situation Normal mused Betred.

In a way Betred didn’t blame the hairball. The smelting crucibles were usually reserved for the brain damaged, sick and those dying. It was the dwarf way of preventing long term suffering and weeding out the useless and incompetent as well. The fumes coming off those crucibles insured a very short life for any dwarf even with their rock like constitutions. Kristianna had told him all about such things in her briefings.

He also knew that it was likely indeed that the Dwarf High Command had not told anyone that he had been made a member of the High Command by his marriage to Kristianna. They had accepted his bribe, given him the woman and forgotten the whole thing. Luckily by now the dwarf doorman would now have recognized the markings on his suit and would be in terror for his life. The Dwarf High Command was not known for forgiveness and mercy.

The door opened just large enough to permit entrance and Betred walked in. The door slammed behind him and he heard the rattle of chains as the dwarf quickly relocked the door so that the Cy Clan elf he saw in the center of the room could not escape. Meanwhile the dwarf was also kissing his foot and begging for mercy as he had eight kids and a very unforgiving wife to feed! Betred acknowledged this with a kick to the fool’s slats and told him to get lost BEFORE he found out who he was to report him! The dwarf wasted no time in getting out of his sight. No longer distracted Betred looked over the situation.

It certainly appeared to him that the Cy clan female had few if any options. She was well trapped in a dwarf-constructed room and completely surrounded. The doors were closed and tightly locked and so was every available window. Sure she had several dead bodies around her. It was a mute testament to her martial arts skill.

It’s notoriously difficult to kill a dwarf and she had killed a good dozen. They had obviously been trying to take her alive but he could see one well dressed noble that seemed to be in charge motioning for the crossbowman to take her out. His intent was obvious, he would waste no more lives trying to capture her. Against the type of firepower the dwarf military would muster even her skills would not be enough. Betred walked towards the obvious Commander.

“What do we have here Captain?’ He started amiably. The Commander was about to put the idiot in his place when he noticed the markings on Betred’s Clothes. He quickly did a double take, both Cy Clan and Dwarf High Command markings at the ELITE Level? This was not someone to treat lightly. He looked warily and spoke kindly. “General, Sir. General Arald of the Dwarf Security Forces. I certainly hope you’re the real thing and not wearing a costume or disguise Sir. I was unaware of any Human on the Dwarf High Command.

Betred nodded and put a friendly hand on the General’s shoulder. This was no milksop warrior. He was smart and obviously a veteran of many campaigns. Betred had a thought though and he quickly put it into practice. “Sorry General. I have only recently become a member by marriage you understand and I don’t have the rank’s down yet. I’m Betred, Kristianna’s husband. I am sure that you will understand that I might be noticeably concerned about this attack and the timing of it.” Arald looked like he was hit by a hammer but only for a moment. “SIR!” He saluted sharply. “Of course I await your orders.”

Betred was somewhat surprised by the General’s reaction at first but then reflected a little. Kristianna’s name was magic to the dwarves, an ancient and prestigious Queen. While the High Command might look down on her and dismiss her it was obvious that to the regular dwarves her name still wielded great power. Betred could make use of this.

“General, I have a good reputation with the Cy Clan King. This Cy Clan female is obviously a rogue or insane but killing a member of the Cy Clan nobility might be taken badly. The Cy Clan could be a very bad enemy if pressed enough and it might be just the kind of thing Rahvin would set up. Perhaps you would allow me to reason with her? If she doesn’t respond in a positive way then you will of course do what you must do to protect the realm. However I must point out that then you would have my backing that you did indeed try to take her alive. That could be very important for a man of your position who might need a friend in the High Command.”

Arald thoughtfully nodded, “Of course, Sir, you may do as you wish but she is dangerous. I think that perhaps it would be a good thing if I and some of my men escorted you.” Betred shook his head in the negative. “Sorry General, but the Cy Clan do have procedures for negotiation of truces and such. I must prove myself by approaching openly. However, I will stay out of her reach and if she looks about to attack your bowman can prove why dwarves are feared as the finest of marksmen.” Arald nodded reluctantly and went to prepare. Betred strolled towards Estelle. She had calmly watched the by play and was curious.

Betred stopped just out of her reach and looked around with an amused smile. “I would say that your current situation is not a good one Estelle. What do you hope to gain? A few more deaths and they will no doubt fill that pretty body of yours with crossbow bolts. Even your impressive skills could not stop such a hail. If you think Rahvin can save you, you are dead wrong. I doubt he is even aware of your problem right now. Twiggs is missing so even if he was inclined to save your pretty elf hoop I doubt he would do so. Sirron has come to regret letting you run loose and I suspect will smile when he gets the news of your demise. More than likely he will send the dwarves a reward for taking out his garbage for him.”

Estelle showed no emotion as she looked at Betred. “You offer an alternative I assume?” Betred nodded in the affirmative. “You seem to be moving from King to King with startling rapidity. Ever since Twiggs and Sirron have been chasing woman I guess Virginity has become a highly prized commodity in this world. There are so few of you left you know. You, Rebecca and Elaine are about the only ones I can recall at the moment. Maybe I should hold another beauty contest to update the Roster. Well that is another matter. It seems a shame for you to die so stupidly right now when I might make a decent profit off you.” He studied his nails closely for a moment and then buffed them on his jacket.

Estelle took a sharp breath. “So now I am trade goods to be bartered by the King of Coin? Sirron sought to use me to secure his throne and to lend an air of legitimacy to his revolt. Twiggs sought to use me for my prestige value and talents. Jarod offered me ‘his’ freedom for his own purpose as well and sought to use my skills as well but did little to earn my trust. Rahvin offered me power and position if I served his goals.

I am not so confused as to realize that all of you offer only a piecrust promise. Easily made and easily broken. Still Rahvin’s was the best offer I had recently. Why should I flock to your side now?”

Betred laughed and the dwarves marveled at his coolness in negotiating with the dangerous elf. “Look around you. Did I place you in this situation? Did I order you to come here and disrupt my party?” Estelle shook her head no in answer. “You have by your own decisions placed yourself here and it may well end your life before you get the revenge you crave. I offer you a way out of this dangerous situation and the opportunity you desire. Death is so final.”

“Like anyone else though, I desire to be paid for my time and effort. I do not work for free Estelle.” He looked at her seriously and spoke in a softer voice. “You demand a price for your service. I do as well and perhaps my way is more open and honorable than those you have dealt with. If you surrender to me I will take you out of here alive. You are my prisoner. I will then deal with you in a way that suits me. After that what you do is not my concern. The alternative is,” He motioned to the dwarf archers, “quite clear to you I am sure.”

“You demand a high price, Betred. What will your wife say when you drag me into your bed? Or am I to be your mistress?” Estelle looked amused. Betred smiled, “Don’t flatter yourself that much Estelle. I am NOT Twiggs or Sirron. Nor am I ruled by their brutish impulses to topple anything in a skirt that they can lay their hands on. While you are indeed pretty enough, Kristianna is more than sufficient for my pedestrian needs. You are a commodity to me only. A product to be sold to a high bidder to enrich my prestige. If it is any consolation to you I suspect that you will sell for a price unheard off in this world and there will be many bidders. Selling you will be easy, your future master I suspect will have a difficult time controlling you.”

“I am to be a slave then?” Estelle smiled at Betred’s previous remark. It was a hard smile with no warmth in it. Betred nodded, “Yes, you will be a slave. How long you remain a slave after I sell you is of course up to you. I am sure Sirron would think it only Justice that you pay for the crime of murder,” he motioned to the dwarf bodies around them, “by making some recompense with the freedom you have so shamefully squandered.”

Estelle nodded in agreement, “Very well I accept your terms. Until I am sold I am your prisoner. After that? We shall see.” Betred turned and walked back followed by his slave. He spoke to Arald. “This is now my captive. I will deal with her, as is my right. General Arald would you send someone for my guests and wife. You and I must have some quiet words about recent events. I will not have this night spoiled further by anymore of Rahvin’s incompetent attacks.

A short while later Betred had his slave escorted out under guard and in silver chain and was talking with Arald. Kristianna was by his side observing for the effect Betred hoped to create. As the guests were being brought back in and seated in the next room Betred spoke.

“Tell me Arald, are you a loyal dwarf?” Betred asked with a smile. Arald looked surprised again. “I am Loyal great one.” Betred nodded at the expected answer. “I do not ask this question lightly, Arald. We both know that Granite was King and he was a poor King. You served him well so you should know better than I. I am sure that you suspected the Dwarf High Command had a hand in killing him and they are now jockeying for power. So who do you serve Arald?”

Arald looked at Betred and then at Kristianna for a moment. “In a lifetime one may have many masters great one. Good dwarves have died for expressing their views to one of the High Command. They do not always welcome comments about the High Command and their purposes do not always agree with a soldiers view. They are the hereditary rulers and they rule because that is the dwarf tradition. Bad or good, dwarves endure. A smart dwarf holds his thoughts and does as he is told.”

Betred nodded, “But a brave dwarf is not afraid to die to right an injustice. I ask you now, who is the rightful ruler of the dwarf lands. Is it the offspring of Granite who had no family so it should be a member of his clan? Is it Gnorst as supreme of the advisers? Who is rightful King Arald? Where is your loyalty? Or is it to an elf who may also no longer exist?” Arald looked startled as Betred smiled tightly though.

“Knowledge is power and in Month One of the Chaos Cycle you approached King Twiggs and told him certain things which I will not repeat here. I tell you now that I know the Dwarf High Command murdered the King. So again Arald who do you serve?”

Arald looked at them both a moment and sank to one knee. “I am loyal to the Ruler and King of my country. Kristianna was a Queen in my country and her status is tradition. Dwarves obey the traditions and you are her husband. You are rightful King if she has named it so. No one else has as much law on their side in this matter.

Kristianna spoke softly. “Betred is my husband. I name it so to you. The High command has forgotten the traditions and have slain their own King. I am the only one left of the line of Kings.” She stared at Arald, “Obey the traditions, warrior.”

Arald held his gaze with Kristianna for a minute. Unsaid words and thoughts seemed to pass between them. Finally nodding curtly he turned to Betred. What are your orders, Your Majesty?" Betred nodded in satisfaction. “Tonight Justice has come to call for the Dwarf High Command, who have betrayed Dwarf Tradition. They must pay for their crimes. The Queen will be placed back on her rightful throne. You Arald will make it happen. This is what you will do.” Arald nodded as Betred talked.

Night at the Monsters Ball

Betred to Rahvin as Dick Helmet is preparing for his marriage to the Elaine. “All men hate to hear, ‘We need to talk about our relationship.’ These seven words should strike fear in the heart of even the Master of Evil!”

To which Dick replied, “ Better Save that thought. We'll need it for the autopsy."

Corman introducing Rahvin at the Monsters Ball: " I would like to start this happy occasion by saying something good about our Host. But I can't so we'll just get this thing rolling."

The crowd was huge and the noise was outrageously deafening as every villain, freak, or monster in the world sat, stood, oozed, or hung from nearly every available surface in the room. Flashing spotlights whirled around playing across the crowd that was behaving surprisingly well considering what the mob was made off.

The roar of the conversation was drowning a Thimhalen Band set in front of the stage. They were playing many of the popular tunes that Corman had created recently. Cindme Kash stood off stage looking out at the worst of the worst and shook her head. Turning slightly she signaled and the Crystallu lights were dialed down and the crowd hushed. The band took their cue and began playing big band music as scantily clad females of every race danced in two sensuous lines from either side of the stage.

Cindme signaled again and the announcer, Don Pardon, began blaring from magical speakers set around the auditorium. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Creatures and Features of all races, creeds, and colors... welcome to the First Annual MONSTERS BALL."

The crowd roared and stamped their feet and applauded for several minutes as the dancers performed their uplifting and somewhat scandalous routine. Finally Don Pardon began again and the crowed quieted down, "Tonight for the first time ever we have every true villain in the world gathered under one roof. We have the lowest of the low and the baddest of the bad right here, tonight, and we are going to find out who they are!"

As the dancers neared the end of their performance, Don Pardon continued, "And now the organizer and host of this spectacular event. You know him. You fear him. Hereessss RAHVIN!" Rahvin walked from the wings smiling confidently and dressed in a midnight black tuxedo with a small heart pinned to his left breast. The spotlights stopped their wild zooming and all of them focused on him. He opened his arms to the crowd as they cheered and applauded and his fangs were clearly visible from the back row. Allowing the crowd to finish their applause he waited a few minutes before raising his hands again to signal for silence. The crowd dropped to dead silence slowly and Rahvin smiled showing plenty of fangs. Everyone could hear his voice, magically amplified, although he was speaking normally,

"As you know this event is only for the most elite of the elite in the villainous world, to that end is there a Pete Petigreed in the crowd tonight?" Rahvin put his hand up to his eye feigning an attempt to see into the backs of the auditorium. A small mousy, meek little human male rose toward the back of the crowd. He was wearing shabby clothing with many holes and it was obvious his attempts to clean himself up had failed. He looked very out of place amongst the Crime lords and Monsters he was sitting beside. Clearly this was the most important night of his life and he was very nervous and just a little scarred at all the attention he was getting. Rahvin's eyes shone as he waved to the man, "Come on down Pete."

The little man looked shocked but quickly shuffled forward wincing as a spotlight focused on him. His stride grew more confident as he neared the stage and the crowd could see that he was expecting to get some sort of reward for being a villain. The crowd murmured in confusion and humor as he reached the stage and almost tripped as he gawked at the dancers standing behind Rahvin. Finally he stood before the King Vampire obviously trying his best to not cower in fear.

Rahvin looked at the little man heartily and clapped him on the back, "You do have your invitation don't you?" Quickly the little man grabbed a crushed and stained invitation to the monsters ball and handed it to Rahvin. Rahvin took it with much disgust and carefully using only the tips of his fingers unfolded the rumpled paper. "Yes, it is as I thought." Turning to Pete he looked totally sympathetic, "I am sorry Pete but you got this invitation by mistake. You are the most pathetic villain in the world. You can't toady well. You’re a terrible thief. Your wenching is horrendous. "

Holding his nose and wafting Rahvin continued, "While you do have the correct odor and you do smell terrible, unfortunately, that makes no difference here where just about everyone smells terrible, especially those that have no nose!” He put his arm around the shoulders of the little man in good comradeship, “You see your name was on the ‘Don't Let In No Matter What List’, unfortunately a clerical error got you in anyway showing that the Chaos Attributes have smiled upon you this night. Still it's nothing I can't fix." He moved his hand quickly up from Petigreed’s back to his neck and broke it with a loud snap. He laughed at the momentary look of hurt and surprise as the body fell bonelessly to the stage floor.

Rahvin laughed. “Don’t you just LOVE surprises?” He asked the crowd and it started to roar with laughter. "Gee Pete you couldn't even get off the stage right. I’ll bet that just ruined his whole life!" The crowd roared with laughter. He picked up the body and tossed it to the troll contingent. “Bon Appetite.” The crowd roared with laughter again as the trolls set to with a will ripping the body apart. Rahvin observed from the stage, “Now there are some HUNGRY dudes! It’s good to see guys with such a hearty appetite. It DID turn out to be Ol’Pete’s finest moment after all!”

Rahvin allowed the laughter to go on for a few moments before signaling for the curtain behind him to withdraw. The dancers all grabbed a piece of the Red Shennuian silk curtain and pulled it apart to show a large Shennuian Crystal ball which revealed an obvious view of the woods. Rahvin threw his voice to the back of the auditorium, "Now we can watch up close and personal as the Contestants Battle it out for the Biggest Unicorn in the Mighty Unicorn HUNT!”

“Unfortunately, we won't see Twiggs screwing his wife since he ran from our dear friend Corman but we will get to see who's got the Biggest, Maddest Unicorn on the hoof!" The picture panned out over the area where a large scale had been set up and a dead unicorn was hanging by its hind legs being weighed in. The voice of Don Pardon came over the speakers again,

"That's right Rahvin and here we have team of Talashtekians weighing in their kill fresh from the Chaka Forest. They currently have to beat the Dark Lord's Ghoulish team who brought in a fine animal weighing 300lbs and it looks like their going to be having trouble." The Goblins scrambling around and over the scales all suddenly pull back and the view zooms in to focus on the scale. It read 259lbs. Don Pardon picked up his announcing again, "There you have it Rahvin. The Talashtek team falls short by 41 lbs. It looks like they are going to have to, wait a minute here, it seems the Talasthek Team leader, Count Zuko, is disputing the reading.

Tiffany another announcer moves in to see what he has to say." The view swings over to a beautiful buxom and moronic blonde who bounces over to the scales giggling. Just as she reaches Count Zuko he walks up to the scales and kicks them really hard. Several of the goblins start laughing manically as rust falls from the scales and several items jammed into the gears come loose and the unicorn falls slowly toward the ground. Tiffany bounces up to Count Zuko and rubs herself on him as she asks, "Count Zuko. What made you think the scales were weighted?"

Zuko stared at her in surprise for a moment to see if she is truly serious or if she was putting him on. Then he leered down her shirt and slid his arm around her as he turned to face the audience. His deep voice is echoed by the seriousness of his green eyes. "It's Rahvin's contest of course it has to be rigged but I expected the Dark Lord’s boys were behind this one." With that he turned around and walked away from the crowd taking Tiffany with him.

Rahvin laughed, "Never try to out cheat a Talasthekian folks! It just doesn't pay. So Don how much does our newest unicorn weigh?" As the crowd chuckled, Don Pardon came back to the view as the rest of the Talashtekian Team were dragging their animal over to a barbeque pit. In the background you can see Tiffany's bare legs sticking out from behind the red brick fire pit about 3 feet off the ground. "The Talasthekian team has made the new high by 20 lbs at 319 lbs!

Yes folks it is nearing the middle of the contest with most teams still hunting anything can happen!" Rahvin frowned, "319 lbs? That is ridiculous! My donkey weighs more than that and these are suppose to be Unicorns. What's going on here?" Don Pardon came back quickly, panic tickling his voice, "Well your Greatness, it seems someone warned the Unicorns about the hunt! Many of the teams have had to go to extreme lengths to find their kill. Thimhalen and the Dark Lands are producing the most results with a few in some of the other countries but our biggest producer of Unicorns, Namarushta, has vanished and apparently taken it's unicorns with it. Some of our hunters have even gone to great lengths and even into some separate dimensions to snag their fare but as you can imagine this is very dangerous."

Even as they talked though a Vampire Team lead by Moira was dragging in a very large Unicorn. They hoisted it up on the scales and it topped over 800 lbs! Immediately upon this joyous announcement Count Zuko again came running out from behind the bushes hiking up his pants as a disgruntled Tiffany stated, “That’s IT? That’s all your going to do you little piece of DREK!”

Zuko immediately started protesting but it was obvious that this unicorn was much bigger. He kicked his own Unicorn in anger and several lead weights suddenly fell out of its Hoop! It appeared Zuko had cheated as well. The monsters laughed trying to figure out which of the party in Tlashtek had stuffed the weights up there! Zuko disgruntled started to leave but suddenly stopped and looking suspiciously at the Unicorn that Rahvin’s group had brought in. “Wait a darn minute here!” He bellowed angrily.

“Isn’t that Betred’s SPECIAL Unicorn the one with the magical gem that was in its forehead?” Moira held up a brilliant red ruby. “This Gem?” she asked innocently. Zuko was enraged. “You killed the King’s private and prized UNICORN? You little SLITCH! That was a tame UNICORN.”

Moira smiled showing her fangs, “Listen Wimp Lick, nothing was said about tame or wild. It makes more sense that a tame, grain fed Unicorn is going to be much bigger than any wild one. This one had a record horn and a magical gem. I am sure Rahvin will be very pleased. I must remember of course to Thank Corman for telling us about it. If you read back to Elaine’s ceremony you would know that Elaine had it but she’s gone now isn’t she STUD!” Zuko sputtered angrily.

Rahvin laughed holding his sides. He looked at Betred who had just arrived by limo. Betred did not look happy and neither did his wife. Rahvin still smiled. It pays to hire the right people Betred, besides neither you and your wife are exactly VIRGINS anymore now are you?: Getting no reply he smiled, “I guess not. I wonder if Elaine will pay you for losing your Unicorn? It’s going to be a real Drekky time trying to collect from her though. ”

Betred and Kristianna merely took their seats and let Rahvin slide, for now. Betred knew he could wait awhile because he had a little surprise for Mr. Rahvin as well. Rahvin grinning from ear to ear signaled and turned to face the crystal ball again. "Now lets see how the Minotaur roping contest is going. Shall we?"

The view of a huge corral surrounded by cheering crowds of people dressed in leather wearing strange hats. In the middle of the corral are several injured and dead riders surrounding a Minotaur who is currently using a man's arm to beat him to death with.

Don Pardon's voice blared out over the speakers, "Well things are going fast and furious at the Minotaur roping contest. So far our fastest time is 20 seconds held by Dundar the barbarian. He was an exiled Nylss barbarian known for his pillaging, raping, and burning under Zozan. We are going live to Tiffany as she interviews Dundar to see how he was able to rope the beast so quickly."

The view swings onto a close up of your typical giant Nylss barbarian. His brow is sloped and his body is covered in various animal and monster parts that did nothing to hide his bulging chest muscles. The pause is a long one with nothing appearing to happen.

Don Pardon sounds puzzled,” Tiffany?" Tiffany suddenly pops up with a slightly frustrated look on her face, "Yes Don. I am here with Dundar waiting for a reply to his amazing speed in roping a full grown Minotaur." She turns to Dundar who has no problem starring down her shirt and grinning as his hands move below the field of vision.

"Dundar, did you use any special technique to rope the minotaur that fast?" Dundar looked confused for a second before looking at the audience, "Rope? What Rope? I just ran at him headfirst. I hit him in the head until he stopped moving. No one drinks my Nylss Mountain Dew without a fight, I’ll tell you." When he didn't elaborate Tiffany turned back to the crowd.

"Well that is certainly interesting. Perhaps we will get more from our next

contestant, Emperor Skragg!" Tiffany bounced over to the corral as Skragg in full Demonic form leaned on the fence with casual interest as the minotaur was ripping the arms off of the last contestant. "Emperor Skragg may I have an interview before your run?"

Skragg turned and looked Tiffany straight in the eye and in a smooth charming voice answered her, "Of course my dear. What do you need to know?" Tiffany was momentarily caught off guard by the demons grace and gentlemanly manners, "Well what is your plan for winning the competition?" Skragg bowed gently and kissed the ladies hand, "My dear it would be far easier to show you than to explain it. If I may?"

Tiffany blushed to her shoes and nodded as she tittered. \

Skragg turned in one smooth motion pulling a sleek new Shennuian flame gun from his hip holster and fired it at the minotaur with one hand. With the other he grabbed a rope from his pouch. A very sharp looking fireball sped from the gun with a furious whistling sound. It struck the Minatare square in the chest and burned straight through leaving a six-inch diameter neatly cauterized hole. The Minotaur charged for a few seconds more before falling to the ground at Skragg's feet. Skragg then neatly bound it up. Tiffany's eyes were wide.

"My word that's half of Dundar's time.” Gushed Tiffany as she leaned heavily on Skraggs bulging arm. “Eleven seconds according to our judges. Congratulations Lord Skragg that will be very hard to beat." Skragg bowed to the audience, "Thank you Tiffany. That is an example of Shennu's new armor piercing Flame guns. Guaranteed to go through regular stonewalls up to 10 feet thick before exploding." Tiffany smiled and was about to comment when Corman came riding up on a Bunda Beast.

"Yeah that's impressive Red Baron and I must say makes a great advertisement, but its hardly sporting. What's with the disguise anyway?" Tiffany looked in surprise at Corman and then at Skragg. Corman laugh and played his harp and as he did so Skragg began to waver and suddenly Red Baron stood there looking disgruntled. "If Skragg wanted the Nylss to lose so bad why didn't he just buy the contest? What's with all the deception?"

As Red Baron stood there looking rather miffed Corman laughed and shouted, "Never mind I figured it out. Skragg's doing something sneaky and needed an alibi. Who cares? It's the Monsters Ball and everything is sneaky here. Now let me show you how a real man ropes a minotaur." Signaling the judges to release another minotaur Corman kicked his Bunda Beast in the side and it charged straight through the corral wall throwing debris everywhere.

As the Bunda Beast charged the minotaur turned and charged him as well. As the two great beasts were mere feet apart Corman leapt from the back of the Bunda Beast. The two collide with a mighty whomp and both landed stunned on their backs as Corman and his magic rope neatly hog-tied his minotaur. Tying the last knot in the rope Corman threw his hands into air as the judges called his time at 6 seconds. Walking over to his Bunda Beast Corman looked down at the dazed animal shaking his head sadly. As Baron walked over to 'congratulate' him, Corman snatched his flame gun from it's holster and fired it into the Bunda Beasts skull. "Poor creature. I had to put it down." Tossing the gun back to Red Baron Corman took Tiffany's arm and skipped off. As Red Baron stood furious until the delayed blast fireball exploded deep underground creating a huge

crater where the two beasts had been.

Rahvin turned back to the crowd, "Well folks we wanted the strange and unusual and it certainly appears that this is what we have got. Corman with a six second time on roping a minotaur looks like a sure win but you can never tell. There may be some other enterprising soul out there just waiting to steal Corman's thunder. But Corman was right about one thing there is a cooking contest and we have many of the contestants already involved. I myself have to get going because I fully intend to deflower that Virgin later!"

The crowd roared as Rahvin left the stage and the dancers came back to ply their trade.

A short while later the Crystal Ball view sparked to life to show Don Pardon calling out the winners of the various contests, "And for the Unicorn Hunt we have Team Nylss lead by Moria. With their record-breaking 817lbs of really tasty wood smoked unicorn bred in Tlashtek and held in the Towers. This fantastic beast provided a prize horn and a fabulous magical jewel as well as the prize of an all expense paid vacation to Sin City in the Dark Lands. Congratulations to Team Nylss.

The Minotaur Roping contest goes to King Corman with his record time of six seconds. Of course his totally destroying the corral with the Shennuian Flame gun certainly added a few seconds to everyone else’s time but the Specially bred Tlastekian horse is his! Now we go to the cooking contest where Corman is currently the odds on favorite with his "Tiffany Flambe" which he says is in honor of our very own

Tiffany."

The view pulls in on Corman who is currently basting a rather large golden brown slab of meat as it turns over an open fire. Corman is wearing the garb of a professional chef and his hat clearly states, "Chefs do it over an open fire." and his apron states, "Hug the chef. You don't want to make him angry." As Corman carefully removes a strand of blonde hair from the front of the meat the audience suddenly realizes that it looks vaguely

human shaped. Don Pardon voice sounded somewhat worried, "Tiffany?" Corman

turned to the crowd with a huge smile, "Relax, she's fine. Tastes good too I had to make a substitution because the conductors all went into hiding."

He turned towards the meat, this is my main course here. It's a secret family recipe going back almost a thousand years. Of course it's been that long since we were allowed to cook it. Anyway, you take the meat and you soak it in a special selection of herbs and sauces and you lay it carefully over the heart of the hottest fire made by wood specially brought from Namarustha just for this occasion. It’s a Good thing I like to be prepared too considering how scarce that’s gotten lately. Who knew Twiggs would just run away like that and take a whole forest with him. Anyway when it gets to just the right color you start basting it with the Thimhalen honey sauce mixed with some special Tpsolei oysters, to keep the Ying up."

Corman waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Then you wait until the little flag pops up and its ready to be served." In the background Rahvin came storming up with an angry look on his face, "Corman! You flaming moron! Tiffany was the virgin sacrifice and you COOKED HER!!" Corman managed to look surprised, hurt, and shocked at the same time, "Surely she was no virgin? She has been sucking up to every guy in the place." Rahvin went off even louder,” Why do you think she kept having such trouble getting laid? I had a spell placed on her so that no one could with her. Every time she would get close something would happen to prevent it leaving her frustrated."

Corman stumbled back completely flabbergasted as he sat down on his stool. "OH Drek! Sorry Old Boy I had no idea I was urinating in your tankard. But don't you worry Rahvin. I'll procure you a new virgin with just as many qualities as Tiffany had or even a few more right away. Let no one say I would leave my good buddy hanging on with a stiffy." Turning the basting of his meat over to his Su Chef, Corman left in a hurry with Rahvin yelling close behind him."

Some time later the judges were making their rounds at the cooking contest. They stopped for a few moments at each contestants 'kitchen' and tasted his, hers, or its entry. Don Pardon was whispering in the back ground as each judge took a bite of the entry. The tension was building, as all the scores were very close. The judges finally reached Rahvin's table and he quickly produced a Dwarven Silver Tray with a Shennuian Silk cloth over the top. With a wave and a flourish he whisked the cloth away revealing his secret entry. "Ladies and Criminals, may I present, The Queen of Hearts Tarts, Queen Karens last recipe before her unfortunate demise."

In the background Corman sputtered and turned a bright red. His Su Chef was seen holding him back and talking quietly and quickly to him. “You SLIME PIT OF THIEVERY!” Corman bellowed as Rahvin smiled. The servants handed out a lightly baked tart for each of the judges and as they bit into their tart they each projected an almost blissful smile on their faces. Each judge scarfed down their tart and the Troll judge reached behind Rahvin and grabbed three more from behind the counter. Don Pardon was quiet ecstatic, "There you have it folks. The judges are going back for more! It seems we may have a winner.”

“Lets see what they have decided. Oh my goodness! It's a perfect score! Corman will have to do something pretty fancy to beat this." The judges were reluctantly led away from Rahvin's table. Corman was still fuming and vowing revenge on all of Rahvins lineage. Especially since Rahvin made sure that Corman didn’t even get a smell of the tarts! Rahvin's smug smile was making him madder by the second.

Corman's Su Chef moved forward with a Crystallu Dinner plate for each of the judges. There was a generous portion of meat surrounded by vegetables on the plate. It looked magnificent but while the judges each finished their plate, they went back to Rahvin's for another Tart. Corman was furious and once again his Su Chef held him back. The judges quickly consulted but the decision took no more than a moment before they came back.

Don Pardon's voice rang across the audience... "It's official Rahvin wins the cooking contest with the Queen of Hearts Tarts courtesy of the deceased Queen Karen." The crowd roared as Rahvin, hands clasped above his head, jogged back toward the stadium. A few moments later, Rahvin came back to the stage with his hands still waving around above his head, "Well folks you have to hand it to Karen. She knew how to cook." The crowd roared and cheered as an enraged Corman stomped in and took his seat next to Skragg glowering at Rahvin and muttering under his breath. “Well,” continued Rahvin, “I guess it's my sworn duty to deflower the Virgin Sacrifice.” Stated Rahvin smiling at Betred and winking. “I'll get to that and then we will have the Miniatures Scavenger Hunt.”

As Rahvin walked off the stage to the cheers of the crowd, the Crystal ball showed a view of the back of a sensuous long blonde back laying on a heart shaped bed. She had been tied down and a gag placed in her mouth. She obviously was struggling but it did little good. The view changed to a picture of ant like individuals hauling a large outhouse.

Skragg leaned over and whispered to Corman, "You let him win. Why?" Corman merely sniggered and said, "With Sirron and Twiggs stealing all the available women he needed to win this prize. So I offered to lose if he would share Karen’s recipe with me. Then I bribed the judges of course. To seal the deal with Rahvin I gave him a magical charm shaped like a heart. Then I told the judges to pick the guy with the Heart-ON!” Skragg looked at him a moment. “You are insane you know.”

Meanwhile on the Crystal Ball it had changed but now showed a slightly different room. Most of the crowd did not notice but could hear the door to the Virgin's bedroom open and Rahvin walked in with a lusty leer on his face. Corman carefully reached out and slid his arm around his Su Chef who took her hat off and leaned against him smiling in satisfaction. It appeared that the curse had not kept him from making Tiffany happy! Tiffany's long blonde hair fell out from under the hat!

Corman chuckled, "Of course after stealing Karen's recipe and ruining her name he deserves this as well. So I bribed Tiffany as well. You see I really did get that conductor and the judges were most appreciative that they got to eat it themselves as their reward."

On the Crystal Ball Rahvin stripped off his clothes saying, "Don't worry honey your really going to enjoy this." The Virgin rolled over and twirled his mustache as he replied with a very manly voice, "I know I am dearest. Just try not to be rough with me, after all it is my first time." The crowd roared with surprised laughter. Skragg and Corman were the loudest as Rahvin's leer turned to pure shock and his entire 'attitude' went limp. Corman suddenly shouted, "Come on STUD, do your duty and deflower the poor virgin. You wouldn’t want to have the Dark Lord even angrier than he is. The sacrifice has to be completed you know before we can continue."

The crowd roared again as Skragg chuckled, "From the looks of things he probably is smaller than Twiggs ever was, at least at the moment." Realizing he had been had Rahvin angrily turned to leave only to find the door locked.

"You don't get out of it that easily, Rahvin. Nobody leaves until the Virgin is deflowered! It’s a very important part of the ceremony and you won!" Stated Skragg in an amused tone of voice.

The crowd roared with laughter at the jest and then even more as Rahvin realized he was trapped not only physically but magically as well. The look on his face was just too much for many in the crowd. Even the Dark Lord was smiling.

“C’mon Rahvin,” said Helmet in a cajoling voice, “You already got the Heart-ON, and it can’t be any worse than getting screwed by Twiggs.”

“Speak for yourself,” grumbled Rahvin.

“Let’s give the happy couple some privacy,” Dick Helmet motioned to the controllers of the Crystal Ball. The view suddenly vanished but there was a loud screech from the virgin just before it faded out completely, "OHH That's so COLD!” He squealed in surprise, as Rahvin reluctantly performed his duty. Meanwhile the monsters cheered him on from the stage while Skragg and Corman rolled with laughter. It appeared the Monster’s Ball was a rousing success.

My mind not only wanders, it sometime leaves completely.

Marty to Crazy Eddie: “Hey Eddie, Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls?”

Crazy Eddie with a leer on his face, “Only after lights out, Dude!”

The Dwarf High Command was feeling very good about itself. The plot of Rahvin had been foiled by the vigilance of the Dwarf High Command and now they had more than doubled their wealth by giving Betred a few paltry pieces of paper and an ancient Queen for a wife. There were sure to be some tall tales written into the archives back at their own home caves on this night and that was for sure! They had spent three days and nights at Betred’s party and the presents and the gold seemed to fall from his fingers like a river.

Now in heavily loaded wagons the members of the nobility were on their way home. They had to laugh. Betred had even given them horses and wagons to haul all the wealth back with. ‘What a sucker!’ Many thought with great glee. They had taken the stupid human for everything they could get! It had been more than they had ever thought possible. The biggest thought on their minds now was how could they get more? It seemed a shame to leave with him anything. Several laughed at that joke.

Lord Clodcheese, a hereditary leader of the Dwarf High Command in charge of the Dwarf Labor Union under operations that began with the letter ‘Z’ arrived home with his wife, children and assorted twits, clods, nitwits, and idiots of his retinue by noon. He had done well at Betred’s party. Not only did he have three large Livyanu Haulers full of gold, gems and presents from Betred, He had managed to raid the stables for several teams of horses as well. Swiping another Hauler he had it backed around to the kitchen and had it filled with delicacies and drinks from the kitchen storage areas as well. He would eat like a King for year at least!

When it came time to leave he had ordered several small carts as well to be built by the workman at Betred’s expense. He had used those to remove the rich furnishings he and his family had been supplied with while they were there. Clothes, bedding, curtains, tapestries, furniture and rugs had all been piled on leaving nothing but a bare room of rock! On the way they had encountered a herd of cattle, sheep and goats as well which had found it’s way into his train. They had been sent up from Tlashtek to provide food for the guests. Clodcheese was sure Betred would not mind if the dwarf took some ‘leftovers’. This way he would be spared the expense of having to take them back to Tlashtek with him. Clodcheese figured it was only right that he save Betred this extra work. He thought of himself as being a ‘good’ guest.

Why he had even gotten a specially marked case of “Boggins steaks that Betred had set aside for some personal guests he had been expecting might show up at this event! They had been especially locked away but he had bribed one of the dwarf guards to get the kitchen keys away from that Cy Clan murderer of Rahvins and then he had gone in and removed the special delicacies personally. Boggins steaks were so rare that no one this far North had ever heard of them. They promised to be unusual and most likely delicious!

As the wagons arrived back at the Underground castle of Clodcheese the real work began. Everything was carefully unloaded and stored away under the watchful eyes of his relatives and family. The servants knew their master and family would have an accounting of every item in every wagon right down to the last copper piece! There was no pilferage. The Master himself watched carefully. His vault that like most vaults in the Dwarf High Command was both massive and well protected. It took most of the rest of the day for everything to be stored safely away. So after a hearty meal the tired and weary dwarves were off to bed to sleep with visions of gold coins dancing in their heads.

It was around midnight that Lord Clodcheese suddenly awoke. He had heard a strange noise and suspected that thieves might be after his treasures! Taking a heavy fireplace poker he crept down the stairs and through the Hall of his ancestors. The room was dark with only an occasional torch lit widely apart down the long length of that hall. Not that this bothered a dwarf much with his infravision. The room was like day to him. He went all the way to the end of the Hall where their resided a picture of the first of his line and founder of the family fortune. Lord Rapewit Clodcheese had been quiet a villain in his day.

The founder had been a bandit and killer but he had been effective. He had served the First Dwarf King who had united all the dwarves and had created the First Dwarf High Command. Rapewit had been a loyal supporter of the King Vagnus that was about the only good thing you could say for the bloody handed murderer! He had betrayed, killed murdered and raped many a dwarf to bring them under the rule of the King. Clodcheese still thought him stupid though. If Rapewit had half a brain he would have been King himself!

Carefully releasing the secret and cleverly made dwarf latch on the painting he entered it and closed it carefully after him. This would lead him directly to his vault. If the thieves were in the castle then that was where they would be. As he moved carefully down the dark corridor and came near the end he was suddenly alarmed. The Vault door stood wide open! The Massive locks had been torn asunder and the heavy dwarf built chains had been ripped from the door. Even the main lock inside the door had been sheared clean off! Inside he could see a light. It appeared to be only one man. Clodcheese feared no man where his gold was concerned and yelling his war cry he raced to the door and again stopped in astonishment.

Inside the door sitting on a massive pile of gold was a dwarf in ancient dwarf armor holding a large ax. The dwarf glowed with a strange reddish gold light and it was this that Clodcheese had seen. What shocked him the most though was that this dwarf looked like Rapewit! Oh sure he was older of course and not so majestic in person as his picture but it was no doubt that it was the founder of his line! The intruder was picking up a handful of gold and allowing it to clink back onto the massive pile. He was doing this as if it was a nervous habit.

The dwarf that looked like Rapewit spoke heartily. “Well come in Boy. I see you have done well for yourself these days. This pile is considerably bigger than it was in my time.” Lord Clodcheese slowly entered the room suspiciously but the strange dwarf was all he saw. “Who the heck are you and what are you doing in my vault? You’re under arrest of course.”

“Can’t arrest the dead Boy.” Stated the Dwarf founder in an amused tone of voice. “I know you recognize me. Besides all this stuff was mine originally anyway. Do you offer me any hospitality though? I don’t see a friendly tankard of beer anywhere! Not even a hello or how are ya. You young guys always in a hurry.” He shook his head sadly.

Clodcheese raised the poker threateningly. “Get off my gold you imposter! You’re not the founder, you’re just some cheap magicians trick. The founder is dead and long ago rotted away.”

Rapewit arose and calmly walked up to the dwarf lord. He slapped the poker and it flew across the room and embedded itself in the wall of the vault and hung quivering with a musical tone. Clodcheese grabbed his hand in pain. Rapewit stuck his face forward and hissed angrily. “Why you little tweeting, don’t you ever raise your hand to me again! I don’t need any stinkin body to come back here and settle up with you, you TRAITOR! You sold out the King! You betrayed our tradition and heritage for a few baubles! Well you see me and the rest of us don’t like that. No, we don’t like it a bit. Gold is one thing but even gold has respect for the traditions and you broke them. You helped kill the rightful King.”

Clodcheese recoiled in fear. “The rest of you?” He stammered looking wildly around but seeing no one. “The King was weak and useless. So we killed him. We will elect a new King, a better King.” He stated brashly.

Rapewit shook his head and glared, “The line has become stupid with time. Who would have thought it possible but I guess it is.” He glared at Clodcheese. “I guess you deserve to know boy, before we kill you.” Clodcheese started to turn to run but as he did the vault door slammed shut and he could hear chains on the other side. What was worse was the whole line of his fore bearers stood between him and the door! He turned back trembling in fear and sank to his knees pleading for his life.

“To late for that boy,” stated Rapewit sadly. “You see a King is not just a person he is a symbol, power and protection for his country. He serves an Attribute even if he don’t know what it is. You people almost ended the royal line with your greed and stupidity.”

“Now we might have all been murderers, thieves and crooks in our day but we never tampered with the Attributes chosen ruler. You guys made our country defenseless! Now you see tonight is the Dark Lord’s ceremony and you ain’t got no protection! Going to be a lot of people dying tonight boy, especially those that have caused the Dark Lord to be mightily irritable at them.”

“Dwarves is supposed to be lawful and you broke the law. You betrayed tradition which is always a dwarf Attribute and Tradition has turned his face from you. You're dead meat boy because, you see, we weren’t nice people when we were alive and guess what? We ain’t nice people now.”

“You and your bunch of stupid thugs killed the King and tonight a lot of ancestors are going to walk in all the countries besides this one killing those who deserve it. See we can’t touch the good ones till their corrupted but then you’re guilty of treason and murder ain’t you boy? Ain’t no Sirron justice for you guys. The Dark Lord has his own brand of Justice and it’s pretty final.”

“Stop begging, it’s embarrassing to the rest of us, and it ain’t going to change a thing. You betrayed your countries protection to the Dark Lord and he raised us up. Well we don’t like to be woken up boy.” The group closed in and soon the screams were no more.

The next morning the servants of Clodcheese went looking for the Master and his family but they were never found. Search parties were sent out and other Nobles servants all over the land reported that almost every member of the nobility and Dwarf High Command had vanished with their families. They were never seen again.

Betred was getting ready to go to the Monster’s Ball when the news came by way of Kristiana that the High Command had vanished and the people were requesting Kristiana to take over the rule of the country! She had informed them that Betred, as her husband should do so by tradition. The dwarves were eager to crown the new king. Betred nodded expecting this and remarked to Kristiana, “Arald seems very efficient. We should indeed make him an advisor.” Kristiana agreed as they left for the Monster’s Ball. Betred also had his special gift for the Dark Lord. It would be memorable.

In Mu Ugluan A, Arald was confused. He had been making plans to arrest the Dwarf High Command and put them on trial when they had suddenly all vanished under mysterious circumstances. Nothing had been disturbed and nothing was missing. The country was in turmoil because of the lack of leaders and much had defaulted to him. He had quickly advised the people that Kristianna had to be the rightful ruler. The populace eagerly agreed and word was sent. Betred would be crowned immediate upon his return from the Chaka Forest where he was returning the murderer Estelle to the Cy Clan King. He knew he had not done anything to the Dwarf High Command yet, so who had? He did not like the implications.

Next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your Hoop!

Harpin speaking to Damien and Corman, “I’ve been having problems with those Vampire Bats in my Church lately. I’ve tried noise, poisons, cats, fumigation and sprays. Nothing seems to scare them away.

Corman, “I had the same problem so I baptized all mine, and made them members of the church... Haven't seen one back since!"

The Monsters’ Ball was in full swing but much like any of these types of events there was a lot going on behind the scenes as well. The Secret Society of Villains was meeting in a special area of Extensive to renew their alliance and allegiances for another year and to determine the status of the participants. Seated on the Throne in his normal garb was the undisputed leader of Evil Dick Helmet. The first to approach was Emperor Skragg of Shennu who kneeled and kissed the artifact ring on each of the Dark Lord’s hands. Standing again he waved several slaves forward bearing a large chest which was opened before the Master of Death. He spoke calmly.

“I bring you a valuable gift Lord Helmet to prove my respect to you and loyalty to the Society. Inside this chest is a most unusual item. ‘Slippers of Grave Dancing’ created during the time when the elves and you were aligned before the First Dark Lord war these items were crafted by the elves to give to you. The war broke out and you never received them. I acquired these through the various means at my disposal. I have kept them safe until this time. I give you this to add to your ceremony and your power.”

The Dark Lords nodded and spoke, “Now that you remind me I do remember them Skragg. Once again your insight has proven to be great and very valuable. This is no small gift and I will welcome the addition to my powers. Once again you have proved your worth to the Society. As a result your terms and position in the Society will be the same as last year with no new changes.” Skragg bowed and back away to the side as Corman next approached.

Corman also bent to one knee and spoke quietly. “Greetings Lord Helmet. You and I have a special relationship.” He looked knowingly at the Dark Lord who nodded with an amused chuckle. Corman continued calmly, “ I have brought before you my gift and a special request.”

The Dark Lord nodded gravely in his insect like helmet. “You have killed Harpin and done well this month. I owe you a favor and will reward you. What is your request?”

Corman spoke quickly, “I bring you the Bottle of Jarod the Peacemaker in return for your leniency for Rahvin’s failure to secure Elaine. I hereby attest that it was not his fault that Twiggs stole Elaine and ask that he be permitted additional time to procure her. This is not the gift I bring you on my behalf though, it is payment to purchase Rahvin additional time to meet his goals.”

The Dark Lord considered carefully. “Your gift has merit and I find it suitable. I assume that you wish leniency for Rahvin because you have need of him for some purpose of your own. Very well, I am inclined to grant you this request since it also suits my purpose as well.” He motioned one of his Legion Troopers to procure the bottle.

Corman wasted no time then in presenting his gift as well. “As my Tribute to the organization I bring to you the Jaws of Ardid'a. This Ancient Item is a magical weapon of unusual power. You wear it over your normal teeth and when activated it makes a fairly large set of Jaws, much like a Bigby’s spell that can attack your enemies and is controlled by you.” He handed the gift to one of the Legion members and withdrew at a nod from the Dark Lord.

Rahvin stepped forward looking at Corman strangely for a moment. He had been unaware that Corman would try to mitigate his punishment with the Dark Lord. It appeared he had indeed chosen loyal allies and he was sorry to have lost Karen as well. Still he had not come unprepared.

Rahvin knelt as well and spoke. “I regret that Elaine seems to have escaped me temporarily Dark Lord. I also wish to present a special gift. Take these two worthless slaves,” He motioned and a mother and child from the Jelgai were brought forward along with her elf husband. “Sirron seemed to feel that this child deserved a special wish just from him. They are my payment for the failure to deliver Elaine.”

The Dark Lord nodded, “Lawful slaves, especially from Galebolt’s and Elaine’s countries are an excellent gift. I take it then that you have not given up on Elaine?” Rahvin nodded, “I have not. Twiggs has interfered once again with my plans. Someday I hope to deliver his chained and helpless soul to you as well. As my gift I promise that I will not rest until Twiggs is destroyed.”

The Dark Lord spoke, “I find this an excellent gift. You have made proper amends and performed your task well. Corman has vouched for you as well. Skragg of course believes you should be punished for your incompetence in this matter but I do not believe that to be necessary at this point. Demons can be so unforgiving though so don’t feel bad about it. It is just his nature.” The Dark Lord smiled as he looked at Skragg who nodded in acceptance of the Dark Lord’s ruling.

“Luckily I have made other arrangements as well and while not as effective as I had desired they will do for now. It appears that once again Twiggs has managed to limit what I would do in a ceremony. Let him have his moment of triumph. I will just return more powerful the next time.” He looked at Corman who nodded in acceptance. Rahvin arose and withdrew as Betred came forward.

Betred had a strange smile upon his face as he went to one knee. “Greetings Dark Lord, you have invited me to join your Society through a sponsorship from Rahvin. I must say that I am particularly honored by such a magnanimous offer. I find that I must, with regret, decline. The attributes of prosperity are for all, regardless of alignment; so commands Tlashtek. I am, however, always willing to discuss business arrangements with you and every member of this Society to our mutual benefit.”

The Dark Lord nodded in agreement. “Very well, your wishes will be respected in this matter since you do show proper respect. We are sad that you have chosen to remain alone in this matter. Nevertheless, we wish you to enjoy your time here at the ball. If you should change your mind you have but to approach your sponsor or your ally Skragg and we will of course welcome you. How are you enjoying the party?”

Betred arose and nodded, “Quite interesting I must admit. Rahvin is both imaginative and decisive. I have brought my gift to you as well. He motioned for the gift and Estelle dressed in slaves garb stepped forward. Betred continued urbanely. “It appears that Rahvins attempts to kill the Dwarf High Command failed. I ‘acquired’ this slave in the process. I give her to you as a gift for obvious reasons.” Skragg could be heard snickering.

The Dark Lord immediately roared with laughter at the look on Rahvin’s face. “Well Done Betred! I truly regret you did not join the Society of Villains even more now. A good jest is always welcome here. Your gift to me is extremely acceptable. It appears I will have acquired a new Advisor at Rahvin’s Expense. Estelle you are free to serve me and I will help you deal with Sirron the way he should be dealt with if you willingly serve me.” Estelle nodded acceptance her face emotionless. “It appears Rahvin that you owe Betred a service for your failure to fulfill his contract. However be aware that the contract is completed anyway.”

The guests all looked startled. Betred spoke first, “You eliminated the Dwarf High Command?” The Dark Lord nodded, “Did I not say to you that I owed you a favor Betred? I always repay. You will discover though that my aid was not limited to just the Dwarf High Command. Tonight death walks the world and reaps the harvest that I have created but be not worried, a new crop shall soon replace what was lost.”

“Consider this. Twiggs was clever, and his people will not be affected. I shared a ceremony with Twiggs and I know how he made his country vanish. It will reappear at a random time within the next four months.”

Rahvin exploded angrily, “FOUR MONTHS? You mean he can’t be touched for four months?” The Dark Lord motioned for silence. “Really Rahvin, you must learn to control your passions and anger till the proper time. I said up to four months, he could reappear at any time.” Rahvin looked sourly at the group of Villains, many who were amused. “While I enjoy the results of your anger, you must learn to use it properly,” continued the Dark Lord calmly.

He addressed the group again, “I think you people should be aware that Twiggs had to be outside his country to pull this stunt. Separated from his people in this manner lessens his power. While his country is separated from him he will have only the powers of a plus one King. This makes him vulnerable. He is still in this world and if we can get him before his country reappears…” He left the sentence hanging as the others thought furiously.

Corman leapt forward, "Lord Helmet, all here know of my feelings towards Twiggs and what he did. Allow me to lead the chase for that Honor less Son of a Slitch! After what he did to Karen I will make him pay more than any of these fine gentlemen. With them it's just business, with me its personal." The Dark Lord smiled and all could hear the amusement in his voice as he replied to Corman’s passionate outburst.

“Interesting and I find it very amusing, but Rahvin also owes me a gift here. Perhaps he owes you one as well for your intercession on his behalf. I am afraid we must offer him the opportunity for atonement first unless he wishes to pay off the debt he has to you. If he declines the privilege of leading the hunt then you may have it. Brother Skragg has already made it clear that he has certain ‘alliances’ with Twiggs that he does not wish to cross. He will be allowed to pursue this his own way and be warned he may even place obstacles in your way on this subject. It is his right. What say you Rahvin?”

"I want the honor of tearing Twiggs head off with my own two hands. I desire to rip out his soul and torture it for all eternity. This is my greatest desire, the only thing I want above all else this month. For all that I have been put through by that conniving elf I deserve to kill him, but Corman has suffered more and deserves the Honor more than myself. I will set aside my own desires and repay Corman for his loyalty to our cause in which he even offered his own death! For this reason and only this reason I will not accept this honor. If Corman falls then and only then will I take up the search." Rahvin spoke firmly. “I appeal to Skragg and Betred not to hinder this task.”

Skragg spoke gruffly, “What is between you and Betred is your business of course. I however have certain uses for Twiggs in my plans. While you desire to see him gone I do not! You owe me several favors already Rahvin. I am NOT going to extend you credit on this because you let Elaine slip through your fingers. I will hinder your investigation because I do not see Twiggs as the unreasoning enemy that you do. I have uses for him when he returns, uses that involve my acquisition of Livyanu.”

Corman looked at Skragg suspiciously, “You know where Twiggs is don’t you. Your hiding him I’ll bet.” Skragg smiled showing bigger fang than Rahvin. “Of course I’m hiding him Clown Prince of Crime. I guarantee you won’t find him easily but if you do then I’ll have to change my plans. Want to make a wager with me on who wins?” Corman glared at Skragg. “Sure but lets not make this a penny ante wager. I wager my whole country that I find Twiggs and get to him despite your protections. What are you putting up?”

Skragg looked surprised and then thoughtful. “Interesting. Not a wise wager Corman, but I admire your courage. Very well, If you can risk Thimhalen I will set Shennu up as well to counter your bet. I suggest we make a couple of rules though. We cannot attack each other or set events in motion in which we attack each other. You will try to kill Twiggs either personally or with your minions. I will allow Twiggs to defend himself and will use only my minions to protect him. Shall we say you have till Twiggs reappears but if he reappears in Month Four we will consider it a tie. After all you need time to make it happen. A month should suffice to show if you can or not.”

Corman smiled, “You’re a bold fellow for an oversized monkey. If you didn’t tic Rahvin off so much I might even like you. I suppose you will mind if I search your country but I am betting you’re to smart to hide him there and cause yourself trouble if Rahvin, Betred or I should happen to come in looking. No, you’re smarter than that. Why does the Spouting Mountains seem like the most likely place to me?” Skragg’s face betrayed nothing but neither did he speak. Corman smiled a knowing smile. “Clever. You always had a lot of control in Brittany’s old country. Then Damien moved in and you know Damien wants me dead. Now I have to get into his country past all those pirates and warrior women in a dinosaur invested volcano country. Cute.”

The Dark Lord smiled, “Well then this should be very interesting. Come it is time we all returned to the party. He stepped down and walked out talking with Betred. “You do realize then by staying neutral that your country will be dealing with such conflicts as we have amongst ourselves and that you will get little warning about it.”

“Of course,” stated Betred quietly, “But I trust your people will show a tad more discretion if possible and it does seem to improve the country as a whole. It is annoying…..” The group continued out of the room and the door closed.

Corman to Rahvin and the Dark Lord. "Ya wanna go to the beach and work on the tan?"

Sirron to the Dark Lord during the Monster’s Ball, “I don't want to hurt you, so why don’t you just leave peacefully?"

After the Virgin sacrifice the festivities took a much darker turn, for the Dark Lord was now fully returned to power. Across the world dead ancestors arose destroying many of the nobles and advisors. The dead walked throughout the world killing and slaying all they encountered. Witches and demons flew and peasants huddled in there homes as undead beat upon the doors of houses. The howls of werewolves could be heard in the forests and dragons passed across the moon. No place was it worse than in the Chaka Forest, which was obviously the center of the conflict. The death of Harpin and with Twiggs, Elaine and Galebolt missing insured that Chaos and Evil would be at the height of its powers. In so much had Rahvin’s plans succeeded.

The Dark Lord had taken on a monstrous and demonic form in which all the other monsters were dwarfed by the shear size. As large as a mountain with glaring red eyes he smiled as all the worlds’ evilest creatures reveled before him. Many of the Extensive people had fled and the monsters soon had burst out of the borders around the Extensive facility.

The interesting thing though was that the people all appeared to have vanished completely. The houses were empty as was every building. While many Cy Clan did die, visited by ancient ancestors, the death toll was nowhere near the heights or scale the Dark Lord had strived for. Sirron’s people had vanished and the monsters could not locate them. It was puzzling. In response the death toll in other countries was horrendous. Lawful’s died by the thousands attempting to stem the overwhelming tide of monsters. When completed Law would have much less power.

Strangely enough the country of Namarushta had been displaced to Fairy Land by the power of Twiggs. Time would pass strangely there for Time had been a part of the ceremony Twiggs had performed. One of his powers had been the ability to ‘displace’ things in response to attacks. Many would recall that Keymon had not been able to strike him when he escaped. Unfortunately much like the Dark Lord the Time affects in the real world were unpredictable!

Elaine and Galebolt had been as surprised as the elf populace. They had arrived in country to witness the duel of Corman with Twiggs and then Elaine was going to go to Rahvin’s country despite Galebolts protests. Twiggs had not been there when they arrived at King’s tree but shortly thereafter the borders had a strange shield over them and none could leave. Elaine was quite angry over this inability to depart and had made it clear to the elves, but they could do nothing for Twiggs was nowhere in the country. The strangest thing was that neither Arase nor Seara could be found either! It was believed that the two mischievous elf children had somehow followed there father and were still in the normal world. The worst part was that Twiggs would not know this.

As death visited the world in the thousands the Dark Lord stood in the Hall of Justice alone reflecting. He sat in the Chief Judges Chair and contemplated. The night had continued with the bellows, screams and a huge amount of flickering lights could be seen as buildings burned and sacred groves were destroyed. It was almost dawn and the Dark Lord was contemplating the dawning of a new day even as Sirron followed by Ashla entered the hall.

Sirron glared at the Dark Lord, “Get out of that chair, scum. Who are you to set yourself up as Justice?” The Dark Lord spun the chair around and as he arose his shape changed to that of Damien. “Welcome Sirron. You did not show up in Livyanu as you promised and you did not convince Betred to surrender to your Justice. Your failure must weight heavily upon you.”

“Where were you when Harpin died? Justice appears to have chosen to hide from the world and tonight Righteous Vengeance is all the Justice this world has. All those who committed evil and many who did not will pay the price of your inability to lead. Still I have another surprise for you which I will save for the proper moment.”

Sirron looked closely with his psionic powers at the Dark Lord. “You are not Damien. Why do you try to act like him? Your tainted words do nothing to convince me of the correctness of your viewpoint.”

Damien smiled and changed into the form of Arase, Twiggs Head Wife. “Tonight a form of Justice is to be served Cy Clan King. Did you not know that those who fail to act to oppose evil then give their allegiance to it? You have done nothing to stop or try to change the events that are transpiring around you. You have several evil deeds on your own soul as well. You serve me whether you believe so or not for you have done only insignificant things to stop me and indeed your actions have aided me greatly.”

Ashla had moved cautiously to place herself at some distance from Sirron. As she did she moved closer to her target. If she could strike at the proper time perhaps Sirron could land a telling blow. Just as she was about to move a heavy blow struck her from behind and stunned she fell to the floor. The Dark Lord smiled as Estelle appeared behind the elf and struck. She had been invisible and she would insure that Sirron and the Dark Lord would confront each other unopposed. Estelle smiled thinly at Sirron. The Dark Lord again changed shape to Harpin and hefted the large blue ax menacingly.

“Where is your Honor, Sirron? You left an ally to his fate to die knowing he would be killed. Honor is no more for you. All that remains is dishonor.” He turned into Gerrain. “I died, sacrificing myself so that you could oppose the Dark Lord afresh. Instead you give in to the sexual allure of the elves and waste your time in games and play while the world cries for Justice. Justice has deserted you Sirron for you have not acted to bring it to the world.” The Dark Lord changed back to his original form.

“Three Kings have found you guilty in your own court Sirron. Is that not the way you wanted your tainted justice to go? By the will of the masses you have betrayed the world through your inaction. The Law of Popularity says you are guilty for who trusts your Justice now? By the Ramifications and Interpretation of the Law of this World you have betrayed the people to death. Finally on the Applicability of the Law I find it strangely satisfying that the Justice of the Corrupted strikes tonight not only the deserving but the undeserving as well. They owe it all to you.”

“You forgot one thing in your Ramifications Lord of Death, you must not have followed the trials as closely as you should have. Understandable I suppose considering how busy the slime balls under your rule were this month. Did not the Trials point out that Justice should be left in the hands of the experts and not to mob vigilantism like yours? The big thing though is that when Skragg and I designed this we did so with the utmost of care. You see, the Ramifications allow for MERCY.” Sirron stated grimly watching the Dark Lord closely.

“MERCY?” The Dark Lord laughed. “What has mercy to do with any of this? Mercy is something designed by the whining wimps of the world to try to get the strong to protect them. Survival of the Fittest has always been the true law of the world and Death always takes its fee of the weak and those who cannot compete. Innocence has nothing to do with this at all for the young and helpless are the biggest prey of all.” He turned to Estelle, “Tell me Estelle, does Sirron deserve mercy?”

Estelle looked at Sirron with disgust, “Oh most certainly my new Husband! I think we should give him the Mercy of a Death he so richly deserves. The same Mercy he showed my father and the same Mercy his inaction gave to the people of this world.” Sirron smiled thinly.

“So Estelle you have found your true position and have married the person most appropriate to your changed attitude. Handmaiden and Bride to Death you have found your place. Where once as a healer you saved lives you now decide who should live and who should die. I am glad to see that my wish was so effective. Each month that passes by shows your degeneration into something more foul than the month before. You are now past my saving but I have brought in a special present into this very building to place a footnote on your marriage.” Sirron motioned with one hand and telekinetically a rope was pulled.

As dawn’s rays struck the world a large Crystallu bell hung in the Tower of the hall of Justice pealed with a beautifully sweet tone. The Bell had been ordered in Extensive from Crystallu several years ago in the previous cycle. Recently Sirron had learned of it through a diligent search in the records and Twiggs had sent it where it waited in the vaults of Crystallu. The Bell had one name, Hope.

As the note traveled over the countryside the Monsters cringed in pain and despair. Even the Dark Lord flinched and Estelle fell to her knees almost unconscious. The Bell struck again as the Dark Lord moved angrily towards the Cy Clan and again the Master of Evil was forced backwards.

Sirron nodded, “I remembered almost to late what Doc Ryan had stated in Bragging Rights. The music of the Bell will constrain Dark Lord evil and Crystallu Bells are the best. Karen is gone but she left a legacy of hope for the world. You may have had her killed but you were to late by far. You cannot stand against this weapon. I need to do nothing Dark Lord because it has already been done. No matter how many you kill you have lost. I did not ask you to kill them nor did I invite you to. You have done so all on your own. I only offer the world Hope.”

Jarod stepped forward and scooped up Estelle in one arm and Ashla in the other. His eyes were a bright light as he walked next to Sirron. The Dark Lord in disgust pulled the empty bottle from his robe and threw it against the wall. “Betrayed!” he screamed as the Bell again pealed and drove him to his knees.

Jarod spoke in a small voice.” No, not betrayed. Corman had no knowledge that the assassin Marla opened the bottle and finding Peace within opened it to the world. Even in your death I cannot bring you peace evil one. However, the night of Fear and Terror to end the world has been averted for THIS time. You will most certainly try again but you have been foiled in your attempt on this day. Go and leave us in Peace.” The Dark Lord with a supreme look of hatred glared and abruptly vanished.

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