There is a place among the dimensions where heroes are born and die each day, where gods and mortals struggle to coexist, and where there are at least seven kinds of magic but only two of them can conjure tasty desserts. Yes, it is a tough world to live in, but it is also one of adventure and fantasy galore. This world is Calemor.
The Heroes of Fannen-Dar, Chapter 6 Chester pulled his head
back behind the crate. “Promises do not speak quite as loudly as
gold...if you see my meaning?” the captain said.
Darrik silently caught
Chester's attention. Is that Ignatius? he mouthed. Chester
nodded. Darrik mouthed a vulgarity and crouched lower.
“I have your gold
right here,” the voice identified as Kelvin said. “And, if this
pans out, you'll get paid the same amount again after we're done.
Twice as much as last time.”
Ignatius replied. “And what do you have planned?...You do have a
“You can see the map
can't you?” Chester tried to tilt his head to take a look, but
quickly darted back into hiding. A man with shaggy orange hair and a
red and yellow vest, not part of the conversation, had walked around
the table and had been looking towards the crates he was hiding
behind. He held his breath, but nobody approached, and Kelvin
continued talking. “We've got enough fire powder to send the whole
block sky high. That'll get people talking about us.”
choice.” Someone tapped their fingers on the table. “I'm
assuming...this...was not an accident...correct?”
A wicked snicker. “It
just adds to the fun.”
have to get out of here, Darrik
mouthed. Chester agreed, but the door they came in was in clear view
of the table, and he could see no other way out. Crates blocked his
view in every direction. Darrik pointed towards an opening between
two stacks of crates, and began to sneak towards it.
boots were clicking around the table. “Yes, well, while you're
having fun, I'm going
to have the entire Council stamping on my head for allowing such a
thing to happen. Of course, I will devise a way to work things out,
but not without undue stress upon my own mind...understand?”
grumbled. “You're already getting more than you deserve.”
Ignatius said with a sigh, “I suppose I won't have the incentive to
make sure, say, one of the guards doesn't wander by on his route just
as some thugs are sneaking around with crates of explosives...”
a'right, you get triple, but only after this goes down.”
stuck his head around the crate. Chester's heart was a panicked
mouse inside the cage of his ribs, trying to find a way to escape.
Darrik waved him forward. Chester rounded the corner to find a
narrow passage between rows of crates. There were no more arrows
indicating which way was out.
the crates, the voices grew muffled. If he had focused, Chester
would be able to make out what was being said, but his attention was
on making sure each footfall made no more noise than necessary. He
felt sorry for Darrik, who was still wearing his metal guard's boots
and armor. He would probably get an earful for dragging him into
this when they got out. He hoped.
two guards paused as they looked around for any sign of an exit.
They had turned a corner and arrived at the back of the room,
compared to the door through which they had entered. However, there
did not seem to be an opening in the crates to the back wall, if
there was even a way out there. For all they knew, the way in was
the only way in, and as such, the only way out.
look!” Kelvin said suddenly. The boxes Chester was leaning against
suddenly shifted, and a lid from above came shuddering down to the
stone floor. Darrik quickly slid his hand away so that the wood
didn't clatter against his metal gauntlet, but he scratched it along
the floor. The guards exchanged a horrified glance, and then looked
up at the crate which had been opened above them. It was only three
feet off the ground.
a lot of fire powder,” Captain Ignatius said.
this is just one crate. Go on, open any other one.” Silence,
until there was more wooden splintering close by. “This entire
room is brimming with it. This is our main storage.” He chuckled,
presumably at Ignatius's face. “I'm not kidding around.”
laughed again. “You're not my only contact in the Guard. You
watch yourself and stick to the plan, or some of this stuff might
find its way into your barracks along with a lit torch.”
breath was struggling to come out of his ears, so he let it out
slowly and silently. A hand waved in front of his face, and he
looked back over to see Darrik pointing at the ceiling. Chester
looked up. One corner of the room, visible over the piles of highly
explosive fire powder, was glowing with yellow light.
footsteps moved back towards the center of the room, and the guards
continued crawling, now to find a way through the maze of crates
towards that corner.
light was coming from a hallway without a door. The arch was
unadorned, and there were no signs indicating what direction to do
in. Chester and Darrik stood up when they left the room, but
continued moving slowly. When he was sure they were out of earshot
from the Firemen and the captain, Chester put his hand on Darrik's
on,” he said. “What are we going to do?”
Darrik hissed. “I am going to keep doing my job, and keep my nose
out of this. The Captain of the Guard is cavorting with criminals
and I'm sneaking around under his nose. That's not justice, that's a
death wish! You can risk your neck if you want, but leave me out of
Firemen are going to blow something up,” Chester said. “We can't
just let that happen.”
stop thinking like that, or you'll end up tied to a chair with that
powder all around you, and a fuse fizzling down towards it.”
kept walking, and Chester followed. He began biting his lip while he
tried to find a tunnel that led back to the main network, but the
farther they walked, the more the architecture changed. The hallways
were no longer wide, geometric passages, but looked more like
straightened cave tunnels. The cold-torches were scarcer, making
their walk lead from light to dark and back, over and over.
didn't know these tunnels were here,” Darrik said.
don't think much of anyone else does either,” Chester said.
scouted ahead down a tunnel, then retraced a few of his steps to
check another hallway that he had skipped. “I've been trying to
lead us in a general southeast direction,” he said, “but I think
I've hit a corner. That room might be a bottleneck into this section
of the tunnels.”
doesn't really look like an infirmary anymore,” Chester said.
if we-” Darrik began, but suddenly flinched. Chester stiffened
purely as a reaction, but then heard what Darrik had noticed. Soft
footsteps were approaching them yet again, coming around the closest
corner. Chester's eyes darted down to Darrik's waist, where his
sword still hung at his side.
voice greeted them before the body was in sight. “You mates coming
back from a job?” he said. “I've got a...” A half-dwarf
wearing tattered clothing put a face to the footsteps. He was
carrying a cold-torch. He stopped when he saw the glisten it made
off of Darrik's chest plate. “Hey, you're a...!”
grabbed the hilt of Darrik's sword, lunged towards the half-dwarf,
and stuck the blade through his chest. The cold-torch clattered to
the ground, and the two guards broke into a run. Nobody was chasing
them, but that wasn't a good enough reason to slow down.
felt a breeze and followed it until the tunnels led outside to a
grassy hill. The sun had just set behind the Shadir Forest, casting
violet and orange rays against the scattered clouds. A few stars
poked out curiously to watch the two panting guardsmen.
did...he was...” Darrik gasped.
I had just knocked him out, he'd tell the others that he saw a guard
in their base.”
don't even know if he was working with the Firemen.”
didn't want to find out.”
collapsed into a sitting position on the hill. Chester looked back,
realizing that they were outside the town wall. The Firemen must
have used that entrance instead of the main doors into North Hill.
It was easier to enter and leave the entire town than it was to break
into a military base. The guards didn't even know the tunnels went
back that far. Well, Chester realized, the captain knew, but he was
keeping it to himself while he took the Firemen's donations under the
Darrik took a deep heave, gazing at the few stars. “I'm going back,” he
concluded, standing up. “I need to convince Gulstein to not tell
anyone that I left duty. Ignatius will notice.”
be fine. Just...wash your sword first.”
held out the sword, red with the half-dwarf's blood, to Darrik, who
grimaced and took it. He wiped it along the grass.
better go before any of the Firemen come through this way,” Chester
pointed out. “We'll talk more about it tomorrow.”
furrowed his brow. “I don't know why I put up with you.” “You're
a pal, Darrik.”