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by Vardaen » Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:58 pm
Margasirsa 25, Foothills of the Adribandha Mountains, Two Week Ago
Rhokti sits on a broken log, the little monkey man has had a hard time lately, his sister died to the Yuan-ti, his village he was sworn to protect was utterly destroyed, his mentor was slain by cultists of Saurama, he was instrumental in starting the Prophecy and releasing The Destroyer, then he was killed in Zakhara after turning on the party from enemy magic, and then he was reincarnated as a Vanaran instead of a Hengeyokai. Now? Now he's poisoned with the black taint of Saurama the Destroyer. A wound on his hip is festering and bleeding a black puss like substance. His little monkey lover Pazi is screaming and banging on the stump in fear and anger. Reaching out he picks her up and pets her, "It is alright Pazikah-Upahda, I know that Shamad will not allow me to turn into one of the undead. Do not fret little one." He gives the little monkey a kiss.
Ghanji shouts, angry and frantic, "There must be something we can do. Karunama, can't you fix that!?" He nearly grabs the holy man and shoves him forward, "Come on! Help him!"
For once everyone actually agrees with Ghanji, something needs to be done. The holy man holds his hand up, "Let me look at it Ghanji, be still." The man kneels before Rhokti and inspects the wound.
Toranoshi says to Shamad, "He was barely hit, I saw the blow, it was with one of the asura's claws. They must be able to spread the taint that way. We should make sure the rest of us are safe."
Shamad nods, "Right. Everyone check your wounds, make sure your blood runs red, and that they aren't infected."
Janak summons water and washes people's wounds, armor and clothing, making sure that everyone is clear of the taint, and it turns out that only Rhokti suffers. The monkey man's flesh is turning necrotic, like a shadow spreading inside his body.
Rak shakes his head, "I've seen this before. It will spread until Rhokti is no more the man we know. It is a terrible fate. One we must not allow to happen." He looks down at Karunama with a raise eyebrow.
The holy man stands shaking his head, "This is healing beyond my ability, I am sorry Rhokti, I can not stop it. I might ease your pain some." He channels healing into the mantrika lessening the paint for a time.
Shamad is pacing, the loss of Rhokti, in such a manner is too much for the man. He's already lost his wife and Taymullah in the last month, and too many others in the last year to count. "No. We won't give up on him. There must be something that can be done."
Then Azora whispers, to himself, he seems prone to do that since returning. "Yes I know, but I may never be able to reverse it." He holds his black crystal hand up and speaks to it, "I agree I don't see any other way." Azora then steps forward, "Fangh and I agree, there is but one way to stop the taint from spreading within Rhokti. It is dangerous, perhaps irreversible, and I do not know how much of him will remain afterwards. But it is the only way I know."
Ghanji shouts, "Then do it Azora! What the hell are you waiting for?!" He is pointing his bow at Azora and hardly even realizes it. The Shikari has never liked Azora, not because of anything personal, but because Azora is in effect Chandala, outside the caste system, and orphan with no real place in the narrow world of the caste system of Mahasarpa. "For the love of the Deva Shamad, tell him to do it!"
Shamad shakes his head, "No Ghanji, it must be Rhokti's choice. I will not take away his chance to choose, not while he still can. Rhokti, friend, what do you want to do?" He rests a hand on Rhokti's shoulder, tears are held at bay behind both men's eyes. Pazi's stopped her ranting and looks up and leaps up on Rhokti's shoulder wrapping her tail around his neck.
Rhokti thinks and looks down at the black festering wound that has already spread another few inches in diameter. He looks at Azora, and then around at the Harbingers. "Ooooo, I will not give in to The Destroyer. I will take Azora's option, I will fight until my last moment. Durjaya will have to wait to see me yet longer. The old baboon talks to much any way." He looks at Azora. "I am ready."
The Mhuktar steps forward, "The Shadar-Kai know of shadow, they are shadow, and the Kali-Ma's power once defeated Saurama, and shall do so again. In this, is a silver of the Kali-Ma's strength." He holds up the Obsidian Hand. "If you are ready I am."
Rhokti jumps down from the log and walks about saying his tearful good-byes to each of you. He starts with the two new men, offers them kinds words and encouragement. He spends more time with Toranoshi, Janak and Ghanji, almost scolding the three to be safe and to protect one another. Then he stops at Shamad and stands on his tip toes and looks the Kshatriya in the eyes. "There is greatness in you Shamad Prasad, do not doubt yourself while you remain true to the quest. Your men are loyal to the end, and it is through you that this world will be saved." He gives the man a great big hug, even Pazi joins in. While he's leaned in he whispers something for Shamad's ear only and then both men nods to one another.
Rhokti strides back to stand before Azora in the darkness of the jungle. The jungle has grown silent, the birds are gone, the animals long fled this place. A wind dies down and the even the trees are still. "I am ready Muhtkar, save my soul!"
Azora nods, "This may hurt a little." Then Azora plunges the Obsidian Hand into Rhokti's chest! The hand ignites in a bright purple psionic fire as it plunges through Rhokti's body as if he was made of water. The fire erupts out of Rhokti's orafices, his nose, mouth, eyes, ears. Attempting to scream Rhokti's arms flex straight out. Pazi screaming on Rhokti's shoulder grabs her lover tighter and the purple light spreads to her, she too shining brightly. Azora holds his hand there and speaks in a language that only the Shadar-Kai might know these days, the words are those spoken to and for the Kali-ma. Ghanji looks back and forth between Azora and Shamad, but Shamad makes no move to stop the Mhutkar for he trusts Azora with his life and Rhokti's.
Rhokti and Pazi begin to change, the purple fire turns darker where it touches the taint in Rhokti's side but even from that opening spills the violet psionic flames and the darkness is consumed by them. It becomes hard to look at Rhokti, and you begin to shield your eyes from the light, but through your fingers you can see Rhokti growing smaller even as his skin takes on a stony like appearance. It is impossible to describe just what transformation is taking place but the little monkey man's body is being compressed and transmuted, finally his hand releases the staff he's holding -- Durjaya's staff but as it falls to the mud it is no longer the same it once was, it is touched and changed as well. Azora chants louder and louder, and he struggles with his effort. Those that look at him long enough see a tall figure of shadow looming over the Mhutkar. The figure is of a man like humanoid of white skin with circling tattoos of black and red all up and down his nearly naked body. He appears to be assisting Azora in the task.
Then there is a great rushing noise like going over a waterfall, the purple light flares so brightly you are all blinded for a moment, but instead of seeing nothing but black you have visions of slender spires and minarrets in a world of pure black and white. Great leathery winged beasts sail in the air and tiny forms of white skinned people travel the city.
Then the image and the blindness ends. Azora's ritual is over, he lays slumped forward doubled over, his hands clenched tightly. Rhokti and Pazi are gone. Steam rises up off the Mhutkar's body and he appears utterly exhausted. Through labored breathing he whispers, "He is safe for now."
Azora opens his crystal hand, and there, about the size of an egg is a small obsidian stone. A tiny little nub falls off the main and rests next to it in the palm of Azora's hand. "Loyal to the end."
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring