Wealday, Desnus 18 (night)
We smelled the smoke from campfires long before Blackwall Keep came into view, and we made first sight of the tower as we emerged from the forest just as the sun was setting. It sat atop a hill dotted with fraises made from large, sharpened stakes, and from a quarter-mile away we could see it was under siege by scores of lizardfolk. They were organized into several squads of about a half dozen or more that surrounded it, with one squad equipped with a crude battering ram that they used to hammer the door. We watched as the lizardfolk exchanged salvos with the soldiers on the walls. Every time one of the latter took aim, javelins were sent in response.
We couldn’t take on an entire army, but there had to be a way we could help. To do that, though, we needed to make contact with them. Since I had the best understanding of military matters, I volunteered to go. We wrote up a message explaining who we were, and attached it to a weight so it could be dropped from the air. Under the effect of spells for flight and invisibility, I flew out above the tower and dropped it down.
“I only have a few minutes,” I said, landing next to them once they read the message. “What is your situation? How did this start?”
“The situation is dire! I don’t know that we can hold off for more than another day at this rate. As to why? I don’t know, they attacked us out of nowhere, without provocation. We are down to half our numbers, that are still able to put up a fight.”
“How many soldiers is that?”
“Fourteen.”
“Is there a leadership company among your attackers? Are they organized?”
“They seem disciplined. I don’t know who the leader is, but there’s an order to their attacks and they are keeping us pinned down. And…they…they have some of our people, including our commander and our battle mage! They took them captive and dragged them off to the south into the swamp.”
Not good.
Our best bet was to get the soldiers out, but that meant giving up the fort and they refused to abandon it. That left plan the second: find a way to break the siege.
I returned to the group before both spells wore off and we discussed what I had learned, and what our options were, and a plan started to form. We would go for the battering ram, which the lizardfolk had fashioned from the trunk of a large, sturdy tree. Without it, the threat to the Keep was greatly diminished, and it would take the attackers time to find, fell, and work a suitable replacement.
We needed a couple of hours for Varin to prepare some spells, but that worked to our advantage as it meant we’d be coming in under cover of darkness. While he prepared, we studied the attackers to learn their movements. Squads rotated in and out of ram duty, which was smart, but other than that there was no interaction between individual squads, and no active patrol of the perimeter. That meant we could attempt to sneak up on their positions.
When Varin was ready, we came at them from the southeast, making our way carefully up the hill. It mostly worked. We got close, but not as close as we would have liked before some of us were spotted, and two squads converged on us.
We needed to provide a distraction for Snagsby, who was still advancing stealthily toward the battering ram crew. Viore summoned a wolverine while the rest of us loosed a volley of arrows. One of the lizardfolk spotted Snagsby and threw a javelin his way. Recognizing this jeopardized the raid, Sera, Viore, and Viktor took them down at range.
With the wolverine occupying several of the attackers—making a great deal of noise in the process—and me closing for melee, Snagsby was able to sneak up on the ram and hit it with a spell. In an instant, the trunk has transformed into a tangle of thin branches and twigs, rendering it useless.
This took care of the immediate threat to the Keep, but presented a new problem: the lizardfolk formerly ramming the door were now inclined to engage us, and Snagsby was a visible and convenient target. Fortunately, we were able to identify their commander. Viore summoned a second wolverine to boost our numbers, and it, Zhog and Sera took the leadership down quickly while I kept some of the soldiers at bay with my horsechopper.
With the commander dead along with several of their kin, the siege slowly broke. We managed to take one of them prisoner as the rest withdrew. When the last of the lizardfolk had disappeared into the woods, we signaled to the garrison and they opened the battered door to let us in, with our prisoner in tow.
We took some time to assess the situation in the Keep, perform some basic repairs on the main door using magic, and locate a suitable room to detain our prisoner so we could talk to him.
“Our people have been in conflict for a long time,” I said in Draconic. “What has changed? Why this attack here, and why now?”
The lizardfolk stared at me contemptuously for a while before replying. “Our chief told us it is finally time to avenge your wrongs, and Ilthane agrees, so your doom is already sealed!” He started working himself up into a fervor. “You’ve encroached into our lands, decimated our people, slaughtered us at your whim and for your pleasures—”
We needed him calm, so I adopted a conciliatory tone. “Look,” I said, “I understand. I really do. Humans in general can be…invasive, even imperialistic. I don’t want to rehash all of our history. If ‘now’ is the time for this, then what has changed? What have we done recently that led to this?”
“We’ve found allies and strength to finally take action in retaliation for what you’ve done in the past!” His expression softened to sadness briefly, but then he found his rage and indignation again. “Almost an entire generation, young, old, hatchlings! What kind of barbaric race are you to resort to genocide?”
We were at a loss on this. To our knowledge, Korvosa hadn’t ordered any invasion of the Mushfens. If we had, the garrison at Diamond Lake surely would have been involved, or at least aware. And this would be significant news; people would have heard about it.
As for their ally, Ilthane? I didn’t know who that was, but Viktor did. In Varisian, he said she was a black dragon known to periodically terrorize the region. So that was not good. Was she somehow manipulating events?
I asked what the soldiers had done to their people, and he confirmed it wasn’t an invasion. According to him, humans had somehow corrupted their young, causing them to wither and die. This pestilence wiped out nearly an entire generation of their tribe.
The very thought of it was sickening, and it was hard to imagine anyone in Korvosa’s military ordering an attack on children. But it could easily be forces working towards their own goals, independent of the government. The letters we found from the Triad suggested worms would be found here, among the lizardfolk tribes. Could that be what was happening here?
“Look,” I said after some heated back-and-forth, “I know we’ve had our conflicts. But what you describe…this would be considered a reprehensible crime by our people. Who would we speak to in your tribe to get at the truth of this?”
He considered us in silence. “You should talk with Hishka. But you’d need to bring something to the table, to prove you are sincere. And that you have something of substance to talk about.”
So we showed our cards. We told him we were pursuing rumors of unkillable, green worms. “These are stories we’ve been hearing. I’m trying to figure out if what we have heard connects to what has happened to your people.”
We released his bindings as a show of faith (I still had my spiked armor on; I am not a fool), and we found our way to an agreement: we let him go, he takes a message back to this Hishka, and we meet her at a designated spot the following day. We procured a map of the region from the soldiers in the Keep, and together we identified a location that provided no cover for an ambush. We even exchanged names; he was called Gathok.
The soldiers of the garrison were not happy with us. Not in the least. And I get it, but I also didn’t care. “You want to get the hostages back?” I said, “This is how you do it.”
And then there was the matter of a suspicious door in the lower level of the building. It had a heavy padlock that had been smashed open by the lizardfolk when they managed to break into the Keep and capture their prisoners earlier in the siege. After the soldiers drove the raiders off, they hastily nailed the door shut. We had asked about it before, but their Acting Captain Bosh had only said that it was “off limits and may not be opened by anyone, under any circumstances”. We had asked what was behind it. His answer: “It’s not any of your concern.”
Sorry, but bullshit. The man was clearly terrified of what was behind that door, and after our little chat with Gathok? We all wanted a closer look. Viktor and Varin used a spell, and said a single, intelligent mind was on the other side. I walked up to it and opened my senses, and felt a moderately strong, foul aura behind it. We decided to confront Bosh with this. Not our concern, my ass.
He was hesitant at first, but quickly realized he was not the one in charge anymore. Not while we were there, anyway. “That was…You see, Battle Mage Marzena is here for a reason. She came to replace Aldis, our previous Battle Mage. And…that’s him behind that door. Or…what’s left of him.
“He came back two years ago from a mission to those savages, but wasn’t quite himself. After a day or two, they say—I wasn’t stationed here then—he transformed into some kind of monster! His skin was desiccated, like a zombie or something. So they locked him in, and he’s been there ever since.”
In other news, we also checked out Marzena’s room and personal effects. Zhog was particularly interested in her desk, which had several loose papers, quills, and ink. I asked him what was so fascinating, and was rewarded with a series of drawings, many of which were, um, rather risqué.
Some things, once seen, cannot be unseen.
Oathday, Desnus 19 (early morning)
Snagsby used a spell to confirm that the thing behind the door was undead. This more or less confirms Marzena’s (non-pictorial) notes, which we read through last night. She wrote down what the soldiers described to her: a zombie with worms crawling under its skin and dripping from its nose and mouth. One of these worms landed on another soldier’s arm and it started burrowing into his flesh. They killed it with an enchanted weapon before it got completely under the skin.
So, yeah, this all seems connected. We meet with Hishka at noon, assuming she even agreed to do so, and hopefully we’ll be able to convince her that our problems are also her problems.
The big question is, “Who is doing this?”
(afternoon)
We entered the clearing and saw the lizardfolk party approach. We both halted at a cautious distance apart, and then two of them stepped forward. One of them was an elderly woman (for lack of a better term), somewhat stooped and walking with some difficulty. A snake was coiled around her arm.
We decided to mirror their actions, so Snagsby and I approached the two while the others stayed back.
We nodded to each other, and the woman, Hishka, spoke in draconic.
“I understand your people actually want to talk to my people. I am curious why.”
“It sounds like both of our people have been taken advantage of,” I said, “and we are acting against one another when we shouldn’t be.”
“But we haven’t done anything to you—not first.”
“And I acknowledge that our people have not been kind to your people in history. But, something has happened to you in the last couple of years, and something has happened to us in the last couple of years, and they appear to be connected.”
Adopting a condescending tone, she asked, “What do you know of such things?”
I let the tone pass. We needed to talk, not argue. “We know that two years ago, one of the human men stationed at our Keep came into the Mushfens. We don’t know what his mission was, we don’t know what his purpose was, and we don’t care. We just know that when he returned he was infested with something, and it was a rotting disease. When it had run its course, he was infested with green worms that could only be slain by enchanted weapons.”
“And do you know why? Do you suspect we were behind this?”
“No, we don’t think you’re behind it. We think you may be victims of it. We uncovered among our own people a conspiracy of men who worship the worst gods in existence, and they are working to bring about what they call the Age of Worms. Part of that is bringing a monster into our world, and apparently the harbinger of that is these worms, infecting and corrupting the living.”
“We have allies that made us aware that the scourge my people suffered was due to the actions of your people. That you admit it is…interesting.”
“Again, I can’t say we’ve always been good to one another—”
“You are all blind! Soft skins! You don’t. Even. See us.”
“We are all young, this group you are talking to. So, I would say ‘yes’, but…we’re learning. So enlighten us. Something has happened to you in the last generation and it has caused disease and sickness, correct?”
“The hatchlings, mostly.”
“It seems related. This plot goes back more than a couple of years.”
“Ten years to be precise. We learned it was caused by you humans, from Korvosa specifically.”
Zhog stepped forward at this and objected. “Will you stop with the ‘you humans’ thing? Are you responsible for lizardfolk on the other side of the world? Stop talking to us like we’re all the same group. We have clans, we have tribes, we have kingdoms.”
Oy, Zhog. But it was a valid point. “What he’s saying is, we are not a monoculture. There are factions among our people, and whatever people are behind this? What they’re doing would be considered a crime. And more importantly, they need to be stopped.”
“But my information is that this is a conspiracy out of Korvosa.”
“And that may be true! Some of the information we are getting is pointing to that, but that doesn’t mean Korvsa, the government, the city, is behind it. Just that the plot originated from people who are there.”
“Fair enough.”
“But what matters to us is that it’s happening, and we need to stop it.”
“We already have the capability to stop it! We’re doing fine, thank you. It took us 10 years to get here after all of our hatchlings were decimated by worms and decay! But we have strong, new allies with the ability to prevent this from happening again! And a strong new clutch of hatchlings that are coming of age as warriors. She is even protecting our egg chamber now, personally!”
And who is their protector? “Ilthane,” I said.
Her eyes widen. “So. Her reputation has reached the Soft Skins, I see.”
“I know she’s a black dragon. One question I have for you is, how do you know your current batch of eggs is healthy?”
“This corruption was ten years ago. Since our alliance with Ilthane, there has been no harm to our clutches of eggs.”
“There’s a possibility that Ilthane is using your eggs as a breeding ground for worms. That she’s gaining your trust by giving you protection and using you at the same time.”
There was a very long pause after I said this. “I admit it’s an outlandish claim,” I added. “But you can’t deny the possibility. The timing is convenient.”
“That would be the worst thing to happen to our people.”
“She’s a black dragon. They are known for corruption.”
She called me out on this. We had specifically objected to having humans painted with a broad brush, and here I had done the same thing with black dragons. What can I say? I am new to this, and I make mistakes. But, thankfully, she was still willing to listen.
Zhog asked, “How did she get rid of the worms?”
“She has laired in our lair. And ever since she did this, there have been no worms.”
Zhog says, “But you have no proof that she’s done anything. You don’t know how it works. You only have her word that she is the one that made it stop.”
It’s no surprise Zhog would be the first to see the angle here. This had Kullen and his protection rackets written all over it. We had to step Hishka through it, and we kept hammering the point that Hishka has no proof that Ilthane has done anything at all to make the corruption stop. It is literally all on Ilthane’s word.
“Let me ask you, blind Soft Skins. I see that it’s in your interest to find a way for your people not to suffer this plight. What does it mean to you that our people suffer or don’t suffer from this?”
“The world is connected”, I said. “Whether or not we get along, we are sharing this space. What happens to one of us, happens to the other in some fashion. This thing is bigger than all of us.”
“But the actual plight of my people doesn’t concern you.”
“I can’t overcome hundreds of years of human and lizardfolk conflict and prejudice. The only thing I have to bring to you is, we want to stop this thing.”
“Perhaps…you’re not completely blind. And you let one of our people go to broker this meeting between us.”
“And you came, which we are grateful for.”
Zhog said, “This is what I meant about tribes and clans. We are not beholden to a king or a city. We are not wearing guard uniforms. There are seven of us here. What can we do for you?”
“I came here not sure what to expect, but…curious…thinking it would go nowhere. And now, I’m going to leave here full of dread. You’re right. I don’t know what Ilthane’s motives are.”
I said, “Let me ask you this. Do you have a way of verifying the health of your eggs? Do you have a way to detect undead? Can you detect disease?”
In short, she did not. But, we weren’t going to let that stop us. Over the next half hour, we talked out ideas both amongst ourselves and with Hishka, and we came up with a tentative agreement.
Viktor would craft a wand that Hishka could use to detect undead†. She was capable of identifying it so she could trust what it does. Gathok would stay with us until it was done, then take it to her, and we would follow him to a point just a few miles from their lair so they wouldn’t have to hike another 20 miles to get a message to us (time was not on our side here). Hishka would use the wand to examine the egg chamber at her first opportunity, and then meet with us afterwards. If our fears were confirmed, we would discuss what to do and how to do it, because they were going to need help.
There was more. Hishka explained that there is a schism within the lizardfolk tribe, with some aligned with her and others aligned with their chief, Shupak.
“In truth,” she said, “this was one of my motivations to come and talk to you here. Shupak is not from our tribe. He arrived and assumed power when we were weak. We needed a leader and he filled that role. But I don’t think he has our best interests at heart. And I didn’t think these raids against the Soft Skins was the best way to avenge our people even before we met here. Now? I am more convinced of that.
“I want to counter the hold he has over the younger warriors of our tribe. If you could arrange in writing some treaty between your government and our tribe, I could probably arrange for a cessation of hostilities, at least for a time.”
It was an intriguing idea and we discussed this at length. Fundamentally she was asking for more than just a right to exist. “They give us the right to live here, but the guards in those towers hold us at a knife point, and we are seen as monsters. We are fighting perception. The perception of things often matters the most, and our people perceive that Korvosa is at war against us.” She wanted lizardfolk to be recognized as a society of people with laws, traditions, and families.
The best shot at accomplishing that? We free Marzena and the captain, and convince them that a treaty is the right thing to do. That both sides have been duped here, and we are not each others’ enemy.
This all had to happen soon. As I said, time is not on our side. Hishka believes she can keep the prisoners alive for another day, maybe two. If they die, any hope for a treaty dies with them.
†This was our GM invoking Rule 0. Technically she did not have access to this spell, but he liked the plan and the narrative that was forming around it.