Malenti, the shaman had named him, after a legendary wemic fighter. So far, Malenti showed every promise of living up to his name. He had learned all that Mbugua had to teach him, and with astonishing speed: all the fighting styles known to the wemic, all the tactics taught to the sahuagin, even the ambush strategies perfected by the now-extinct kodingobolds. To accomplish what he must, Malenti would need them all!
The sea elf came quickly to Mbugua's call, striding out onto the land to exchange a warrior's salute with the wemic. For once, Mbugua did not ponder the strangeness of the webbed hand that clasped his wrist: he measured with gratitude the strength in the elf's grip, and noted the battle-honed muscles that rippled beneath the green, mottled skin.
'The sahuagin are already ravaging the sea,' Malenti said without preamble. 'They have slain a score of the merfolk, and laid siege to the sea-elven city just offshore! They have sworn to slay every elf who dwells within.'
'You must stop them!' implored Mbugua. 'And if you cannot, at least stop them from returning to Ka'Narlist with their black pearls!' Quickly, he outlined the wizard's dire ambition.
Too late, it occurred to him that such knowledge might be dangerous in the hands of one as ambitious as Malenti.
'I have no use for stolen magic,' Malenti said calmly, as if he divined the wemic's thoughts, 'but you are right in saying that these pearls must be kept from Ka'Narlist! For if he becomes as powerful as he would like to be, how will I oust him and claim his kingdom as my own?'
These callous words sent through Mbugua a shiver that started at the top of his spine and darted down the length of his leonine back. It was true that this was the very path he'd hoped Malenti's ambition might take; however, the ease with which the young sea elf spoke of his father's death was chilling.
'You will stop the sahuagin?' pressed the wemic.
Malenti nodded and turned away. His hand was already upon his dagger as he splashed into the sea, as if he could not wait to shed sahuagin blood.
And thus it was, for many years to come. The sahuagin hordes returned to Ka'Narlist's keep with the dark of each moon, as they were pledged to do. But they brought with them not piles of dark pearls, but tales of fierce battles and ambush, and of a mighty sea-elven leader who had raised the sea folk against them.
Malenti, he was called. Malenti, the Sahuagin Scourge.
As Mbugua listened to the stories told of his sea-elven son, he struggled to keep his swelling pride from his face. Ka'Narlist, however, was not so stoic.
'A thousand spears and my highest favor to the sahuagin who brings me this Malenti!' vowed the furious wizard as the latest moon-dark ceremony drew to a close. 'Bring him in alive, and I will match the reward with a thousand tridents!'
For such a treasure, any sahuagin would cheerfully slay his nearest kin. The monsters took to the sea with renewed ferocity, each determined to win the promised reward, and the regard of their lord.
Even so, nearly three years passed before the sahuagin finally captured their nemesis. They dragged Malenti to Ka'Narlist Keep, entangled in nets and bleeding from a score of small malicious wounds, into the great hall to await the judgment of their lord.
Despite the seeming gravity of the situation, Mbu-gua's heart was light as he made his way into the hall in response to the wizard's summons. By all reports, Malenti had amassed an enormous army of sea folk. Surely the army was gathered at shore's edge even now, awaiting only Malenti's command to strike. Time and again had the sea elves overcome the sahuagin fighters: the wemic was confident that they would do so again, and that, at long last, Ka'Narlist's brutal reign of magic and misery would end.
When the hall was full and the clacking speech of the excited sahuagin had subsided into a few scattered clicks, the wizard made his appearance. In a magically enhanced voice, he recited the charges against Malenti, then granted him the right to speak before sentence was carried out.
'Take away the nets,' Malenti demanded boldly. 'When I stand before you, when I look into your face, then will I speak.'
With a cruel smile, the wizard lifted his hands. Lines of flame leapt from his fingers and singed away the entangling nets-doing no little damage to the prisoner in the process.
Bereft of much of his hair, his skin much reddened and blistered, and his blackened garments hanging in tatters, Malenti nonetheless rose proudly to his feet and faced down the powerful wizard.
'At last we meet… Father,' he said in a ringing voice that carried to every corner of the great hall. He paused, obviously enjoying the stunned expression on Ka'Narlist's face and the hushed expectation of the sahuagin throng.
'Oh yes, I am the first of your sahuagin children, the one you discarded when you found my appearance unpleasing. I am Malenti, the Sahuagin Scourge. The sahuagin scourge,' he emphasized, 'for such I am indeed. Though I did not have the advantages of training and weaponry that you lavished upon these others, I have done what I could.' He paused, lifting his arms as if to invite the wizard's inspection.
The wemic tensed, certain that the signal to attack would come at any moment. Moments passed, and it did not. It occurred to Mbugua that the wizard was studying Malenti closely, and that the wizard did not seemed at all displeased by what he saw.
The sea elf shrugged off the remnants of his charred shirt, revealing a hauberk of incredibly delicate chain mail into which were woven thousands of small black pearls. Mbugua's shaman senses caught the fragile, silent song of captured magic; with horror he realized that each pearl contained the stolen magic of a sea elf.
But Malenti cannot use the magic, Mbugua thought, suddenly frightened that his protege might attack-and fail. He has not the gift for it, nor has he been trained! What does he presume to do?
As if he heard the question, Malenti turned to gaze directly into the wemic's golden eyes. 'You taught me well,' he said mockingly. 'And now I turn your own truth back against you: the deepest secrets of life are not in the blood, but in the spirit. Blood-bonds are powerful indeed, but spirit easily wins over blood!'
Ka'Narlist's eyes kindled with crimson flame as he realized Mbugua's part in this. He rounded on the treacherous wemic. 'You were to destroy that first sahuagin!' he thundered.
'You will come to rejoice that he did not,' Malenti said coldly. He deftly pulled the net of magic over his head and brandished it. 'These are the pearls I claimed from your servants over the years, as well as many hundreds more that I gathered myself. I am sahuagin,' he said again, his eyes daring those assembled before him to dispute that fact. 'I hate the sea elves as much as any of you. But they trusted me, and they died all the more easily for it.'
The elflike sahuagin lifted the web of pearls high. 'This is my tribute to the great Ka'Narlist, the first tribute of many! Release me to the sea, and I will continue to slay sea elves for as long as I live.' He shook the halberd so that the black pearls glistened.
Ka'Narlist smiled faintly, knowingly, as he regarded the son of his spirit. 'And what do you desire for yourself, in exchange for this tribute you offer?'
'Only that which is my due: a high position of power among the sahuagin armies, a large share of the wealth of the seas, and the utter destruction of the sea elves! I already know what you desire, and it is in my best interest to see that you achieve it.' He added softly, so that his words carried only to the dark-elven wizard-and the stunned wemic who sat at his side, 'I would like to be known as the firstborn son of a god!'
'The bargain is made,' Ka'Narlist began, but Malenti cut him off with an upraised hand.
'I want one thing more: the life of the wemic who betrayed you. Oh, I do not wish merely to slay him! As the proud Mbugua has taught me, it is the spirit that whispers the secrets of life! Imprison his in one of these pearls, and I will wear it until the day I die. And forever after, let his spirit roar his songs and his stories out over the waves, that what has been done in this place will be remembered for as long as people listen to the voices of the sea!'
With a heavy heart, Mbugua heard his sentence proclaimed by his blood-son, and confirmed by the dark elf whom he had hoped to overthrow. As Ka'Narlist chanted words of magic and the treacherous Malenti drew his dagger across Mbugua's throat, the wemic prayed with silent fervor that someone, someday, would understand that a wemic's voice was trapped amid the sounds of the waves and the winds, and would find a way to sing his spirit away to its final rest.
Thus did the sahuagin come into being. And thus it was, from that day to this, that the sahuagin from time to
