Jackal Among Snakes

Mozzahr gazed upon a sleek black structure, still on the shoulders of the Lodestar that he had commandeered. This building that he saw was far removed from any others in these endless cities that Erlebnis named his Annals of the Universe. And that was because it was infinitely more important. It was the vault of the god of knowledge. The bronze golem stepped closer, and he brushed his hand against its surface. He felt nothing moving within, and yet he could sense an ancient and arcane seal all along its surface.

It was powerful, the seal. It was arcane magic bolstered by spirits—divinity—that Mozzahr was well familiar with. But even still, it could be broken. It might take most hands hundreds of years, but he could break through this alone. Even still, he did not come for this vault—he came for Argrave and his mutant subordinate.

Did they lie? Mozzahr questioned. He thought the emissaries would be reasonable and point him in the direction that Argrave had come. They directed him here, to this building, and urged him to kill Argrave and his companions. And yet… nothing.

“You’re here,” came a voice, and Mozzahr whipped his head around to search for it. “Honestly, I was a little skeptical that my friend’s plan would work. But here you came, right where we wanted you to. All we had to do was get in place and pray.”

“Argrave, I presume?” Mozzahr questioned. He was nearly certain that the voice was coming from the vault just ahead of him, and yet he saw no discernible source. “Have you led me into a trap?”

“No trap. Erlebnis might come, but he hasn’t thus far. Maybe he has something else in store for us,” Argrave continued. “Anyway… this big, great mound of metal is Erlebnis’ vault. I was wondering if you were still interested in taking me up on my offer—helping us rob this place.”

Mozzahr jumped down from the bronze golem, and it crumpled as his Emptiness left its body. He looked at where he was certain that the voice was coming from. “To beat a dog, and then expect it to be faithful all the same… you must think little of me.”

“I don’t think you’re a dog. You’re closer to a… I don’t know. A dog backward, maybe.”

It took Mozzahr a moment, but he laughed when he realized what Argrave was driving at. “I am merely mortal, of yet. You reminded me. But given that you talk to me in this strange manner, out of sight… I suspect you know to fear me.”

“Not so pleasant being on the receiving end of the curtain, is it? Still, you broke Melanie’s fingers with a flick of the wrist,” Argrave said. “In the end, I found out that one of my party members is even more dangerous than you, so I guess it doesn’t matter all that much.”

Mozzahr focused on the specific spot where he heard the voice, stepping very close to it. His fingers traced the black metal, wandering it. “Do you goad me even still?”

chance to talk much. You were always behind a curtain, or trying to kill us,” Argrave said simply. “Wish I could see your face,

then,” Mozzahr continued, trying to

his fingers wandered, tracing subtle grooves in the metal… he spotted an incongruity. A place where the metal suddenly changed, grew different. The light, the shadow, the texture… something about it was out of place compared all else around it. He recalled, then, that somehow their party could bend space. And this place, this area… it stood to reason that this might be a point where they had bent the surroundings to their whim,

we digress,” Argrave said. “Can I convince you tell us more about Gerechtigkeit, what you know? There’s so much to be gained. The both of us have come too far

gathering his power closely at hand. He slammed the spot he thought the distortion might be as hard as he could, and sent his Emptiness through the resulting breach. Then, like a great shockwave, he felt the vibration of his impact echo around the opposite

way through,” said Argrave. “Good enough. I

eager pursuit of where he sensed that his fist had impacted. As he crossed, he felt another tremendous vibration—weaker than his by far, but still formidable enough to draw pause. When he

threw himself down to the spot they’d been standing on. There was a huge hole in the arcane seal. One was

back, he already knew that the people he sought had jumped within this thing. This lump of metal, this seal… they’d used him to break into it. He marveled

own, they would have, Mozzahr reasoned. That spear of theirs must not work within. And moreover, the arcane magic on this seal—it prevents the use of spirits, and of most forms of divinity. It’s a huge limiter to

the vault, they wouldn’t be able to

find them down there, Mozzahr reasoned. If he claims that spear, I’m truly without options. But forget options—this is the vault of a god. And these people are here for

an excitement long forgotten, Mozzahr stepped within

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count of perhaps anyone ever, he elected to go through with the foray into

of his companions read the same book that he

to get to the point

retrieving Hause… awakens him again?”

had millennia to reinforce his identity as the

people can change,”

Perhaps it was