Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 845
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 00:11:34 +0000 UTCIt was a relief to be back on land. Or…well, back on normal land? The ocean was gone, but the area where it had been was twisted and creepy, even without all the monsters trying to hunt us down like dogs. “Alright, so, you two have any idea where we are?” I asked, glancing at Dez and Carmichael.
Carmichael frowned, then fished out a small red stone from a pocket. He squeezed it tightly, and I saw it glow a bit. He moved his hand around, and the glow strengthened and then waned, modulated by some unknown variable (though I assumed it was some kind of compass). Eventually, he settled on a direction and pointed. “Nearest Ghost Bone Tower is that way. We can contact Silent Sorrow there. They should be able to point you toward your targets.”
I nodded, then turned to Dayna. “Do you have a method to contact any of your old companions? If you have a C-ranker we can get in touch with you might save their life.”
The Heaven Murder Elf (and I STILL didn’t know what that was) shook her head. “My honor required me to enter Bethany’s service, but I still owed my master and the other initiates. To ensure I wouldn’t be used as a weapon against my people, I informed them of my defection and destroyed all methods of communication to sever ties.”
I shot her an impressed look. “That’s shockingly upright of you. A bit inconvenient, but damned impressive. Would they give you a chance to speak on my behalf if we track them down through other means?”
She shrugged. “It depends which C-ranker we encounter. Each god sent three different representatives. Finding people at the peak of D-rank who haven’t ranked up if they’re capable is difficult. There’s no real reason to remain at the peak of D if you don’t have to.” I nodded, I’d already figured that one out.
Three times six was eighteen, and we’d already killed one, so that was seventeen potential C-rankers, plus the thirty or more locals. Forty seven, almost fifty C-rankers. So we’d be down between ten and fifteen in terms of numbers versus the locals even in the absolute most ideal circumstances, which we definitely wouldn’t get. The numbers disparity would probably be much worse.
I shook that off. We’d play the hand we were dealt. We had some nasty surprises, and I wasn’t afraid of fighting a few myself to help even things out.
We followed Carmicheal across the island, moving much faster without fear of the Abyssal Lords hunting us. I wasn’t sure if they COULDN’T leave the ocean or just hadn’t noticed us escaping and were determined to box us in, but whatever the case, none of them seemed to have followed us, thank the gods for small miracles.
After about an hour we reached a city. We’d run across a few nasty sea creatures who HAD crawled up on land, but nothing too scary, and we’d put them down without much fuss. Still, it had delayed our trip, and the water line in the sky had already dropped a few inches. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but operating under what was basically an hourglass of death wasn’t pleasant.
When we reached the new town, Carmichael pulled us to a stop outside, and we all scoped out the location to see if it was safe to enter. Honestly, I wasn’t sure, because the place was REALLY ominous looking, seeing as it was made out of bone.
The whole city we’d stumbled on was carved out of a giant skeleton. It wasn’t humanoid, more…snakelike? Lots of ribs down the length, and each one had been hollowed out and turned into a building. The skeleton had been curled into a circle, so there was a literal wall of guard towers facing out from around city limits. The inward facing ribs formed the basic infrastructure of a network of towers connected by walkways, and there were woven metal cables covered in barbed hooks strung between the guard towers on the outside, forming a wall of jagged metal around the entire perimeter.
“Well that looks friendly,” said Abel dryly. “What a cheerful and inviting place. Clearly the person who designed it was in a great place mentally and wasn’t even slightly insane.”
“Hold on,” I said with amusement. “Let me guess the name. I think I’ve gotten used to the way they do them here, and I bet I can figure it out. Is it…Ribwall?” I couldn’t resist a jab at the naming conventions.
Dez snorted. “Bonehook, actually,” she said with a chuckle. “But you were closer than I’d like. At least I think it’s Bonehook. I’ve heard stories, and it’s pretty distinctive.”
“It is,” Carmichael nodded. “Bonehook is one of the oldest cities in the Shoals. It predates Skartaris’s reign by quite a while. The city lord of Bonehook is…well, not independent, but in a much better position to protest orders he doesn’t like. Even Skartaris steps carefully around Maxos. Those non general C-rankers I mentioned? Several of them live in Bonehook.”
“So he’s a friend of the resistance?” I asked excitedly. “We got lucky?”
He shook his head. “We didn’t get UNlucky. Maxos is a mercenary at heart. He might work with us, but you definitely shouldn't trust him. Keep your eyes open. We need to get to the tower. It’s in the inner ring so we’ll need to take the bone bridge.”
I was confused by what that meant, but it became clear pretty fast. All the ribs of the snake skeleton were towers, with the outside making up the guard towers and wall and the inside being part of the city infrastructure. The skeleton was so huge that the spin the ribs connected to formed its own road that ran the length of the inside of the city. Once we got closer I could see the bone bridge through the jagged wall, but we needed to enter before we could actually access it.
The only entrances were small gates latched into the weave at the base of the wall of hooks. They were about ten feet tall and there were only four of them, one at each cardinal direction, so guarding the gate was easy enough.
We had zero chance of bullying our way past, so we let Carmichael go first, since he didn’t seem worried about entering. When he reached the gate, he waved to the guards cheerfully.
“Hello, I’m here to visit an old friend, is Chandra still living in the city?” As he spoke, he tossed the glowing stone up into the air and caught it. The motion was casual, like he was just a bored guy fidgeting with a stone, but I saw the guards eyes lock on the token.
The one on the left (they were literally identical, and I couldn’t tell them apart outside of position) nodded slowly. “Lord Chandra resides within. Do you seek his aid?”
Rolling his eyes, the other one sighed. “Sorry, Dave is trying to get promoted. Our watch commander is really into the old style noble speech, and he thinks having us all talk like we’re a thousand adds gravitas. Yeah, Chandra is still running the Brawldom Butchery in the east district. Normally we’d charge for that info, but we have a standing order not to hold up anyone with a Ghost Bone Stone.” He glared at his partner when he said that last part, and the identical man bristled.
“I wasn’t HOLDING HIM UP,” Dave protested. “I was fishing for information. Commander Jace will be curious, and yes, I do want to get promoted. SOME of us actually have ambition, Kyle. This is why mom likes me better.”
Kyle snorted. “Mom likes you better because you’re a suck up. Now stop delaying these nice people. Sorry about the wait, friends.” He slammed his elbow back into the gate. “We’ve got a party entering!” He called up over his shoulder. “GBS holder here for Chandra.” I chose not to point out that he’d just passed on our business like his brother had wanted to, right after criticizing him for the same thing.
The gates swung open with a metallic screech, and we were gestured in. The wall of hooks had very small gaps through which we could see the bone bridge, but they weren’t wide enough to get a good look. Stepping through the gate was a much different experience, and the sight of colossal spine we would be walking down was breathtaking.
While it wasn’t visible from inside or even really above, there was a flat stone wall on the opposite side of the gate that blocked off the interior of the city. We could still enter through the inner ring, though, and each of the interior towers had access points at the base, leading up to the network of walkways crisscrossing the city proper, spiderwebbing between the buildings as they towered above us.
This was the inner ring, whereas the guard towers were the outer ring. We circled the bone bridge for about ten miles before finding the right tower. “What was the deal with the guy you asked about? Chandra?”
Carmichael shrugged. “Chandra is a local C-ranker. One of the three bosses under Maxos. East, West, and South. Maxos himself lives in the North, but he’s not the type to micromanage. Chandra is the Eastern Marshall of Bonehook. He’s a Butcher by trade and by Job, and he’s EXTREMELY scary. We knew each other growing up, and he had a bit of a soft spot for me, though who knows if he still does. I wasn’t sure if the stone was still good, so I decided to hedge my bets.”
We stopped at the base of a tower. While all of the towers were made from hollowed out snake ribs, they were also all very different aside from their basic shape. Carvings, paint, metal inlays, each tower had its own unique style and design.
The one we had stopped at had a series murals depicting specters and skeletons perched in peaceful repose, meditating under a brilliant moon.
Holding up the stone, Carmichael touched it to the plate of the nearest door. The black metal set into the dark wood started to glow cherry red, as if it was turning molten. There was a click and the door popped open, revealing a thin sliver of darkness past the entrance. Carmichael grabbed the door handle, which had returned to its normal color, and pulled it open, stepping over the threshold first with the stone palmed like it would ward off danger.
When nothing happened, he waved us inside. “Close the door behind you. We’re not supposed to be able to enter without an invite.”
Ray was the last person in, and he pulled the door shut, pulling and pushing a few times to make sure it anchored. The mechanism was completely silent, so it was hard to tell at a glance if it was actually closed.
Once we confirmed that, we all turned to look around the tower. The design was very different than the previous tower. This one was all one large open chamber, with a pair of stairways leading up the sides in a spiral. About twenty feet up there was a vaulted ceiling, and I got the impression this place was spatially expanded on top of its enormous size. How many floors did they have here?
Rather than approach the stairs, Carmichael carried the stone to the center of the room where a circular desk was built into the ground. He dropped it on the surface and the whole desk began to glow…and then dropped. As we watched, the desk descended into the floor, segmenting as it lowered into a set of spiral stairs.
Carmichael grinned. “See, secret organizations always have the coolest stuff,” he gestured for me to take the lead. “Now, lets go talk to the boss, and see what we can do to get us all out of this. Personally, I’m just as eager to get the hell out of this dungeon.” I’d never agreed with any sentiment more.
Comments
Malcolm Tent
Coincidence, I'm not really up on the planes walker lore. I know a few of them but not those lol.
thaughton2
Chandra? Jace? Have the Planeswalkers made a wrong turn? But no joke, was that a coincidence or a reference?
