The Quest for Karn

Elspeth spoke first. “It seems that is our direction,” she said.

“Yes,” Venser said.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Koth said. “And neither are you.” He turned to Elspeth. “Or you. You will stir up the enemy even more than you have already. Let us fight the force that just left the Vault. We must leave here and raise a warning.”

Elspeth looked from one to the other before speaking. “I think this is not the place to argue … especially loudly,” she said.

Venser and Koth stared at each other. The small space between them sparkled and cracked with mana.

“I have known the Phyrexians,” Elspeth continued. “And they are cruel beyond measure.” She paused to take in a deep, shaky breath. “I would like to kill each and every one of them, but the reality is that I cannot do that.” The white knight was shaking, Venser observed. Whether in anger or fear he could not be sure. But her hands were clenching and releasing as she talked.

“How did you escape them?” Koth said.

But Elspeth was clearly not listening. Her eyes were raised and she was looking off into the darkness, caught in the dream playing in her head.

“I was only a little girl,” she said. “And their experiments were …”

“Pointless,” Venser interjected. “I have read that they are always pointless. Only so those beings can feel like they are experimenting.”

Venser’s words drew Elspeth out of her thoughts a bit. Her eyes focused and she looked down at her hands. “Only to cause pain in as many ways as possible. And terror,” she said.

Koth said nothing. He looked at the patch of floor where Geth and his undead minions had pulled up the door.

“You saw our silver guide went down that hole,” Venser said.

Elspeth was not done though. “They seemed to especially hate skin. My skin and skin of the others in the cells around me. They would remove it and stitch it onto their own bodies, along with appendages. There was one of them, a smaller one, who did the stitching. It had a long needle attached to its right wrist. With this needle it sewed the swatches of skin over the others. The sewer. Sometimes the skin took and stayed on them,” she said.

“Should we be on our way?” Venser said, glancing uneasily at Elspeth.

The door had healed itself, and it lay without crease. They searched the floor and still could not find anything to grasp and pull. The walls of the cavern room were run with conduit and pillars of metal tubing, but the floors were generally smooth.

“Did they create it,” Elspeth mused. “And then make it disappear when finished?”

“It was open when that silver devil jumped down it,” Venser said. He ran his palm over the ground. Then he got down on his chest, put his cheek on the cold floor, and looked sideways at it. “That could be,” he said. “But when they found the door, there were no incantations said that I heard.” He looked up. “Did either of you hear anything?”

“No,” Koth said, but I have a better way. “The geomancer put his hands on the ground. “I’d step back,” he said, “if you value your boots.”

Soon his hands began to glow red as did the floor around them. The slits along his ribs pulsed like a magma core. The glow in the floor spread, and soon covered most of it. Pink light filled the cavern and they could smell the soles of their boots singeing. The heat was nearly unbearable to Venser.

“I see something,” Venser said, pointing.

One area of the floor was not the same color as the others. A perimeter of lighter color created the outline of a rectangle. At one end of the rectangle was a small divot of yet another shade of orange. Venser took a small knife from his boot. He bent down and carefully poked the tip of the knife through the loop hidden in the divot. “Got it,” Venser said.

Koth nodded and removed his palms from the floor.

Their boots were smoking as they waited for the metal to cool. When the ring was cool enough to grasp, Elspeth and Koth took hold and heaved. Nothing happened. Venser bent down and pulled as well, and slowly, very slowly, the door began to tear free from the metal floor. It was a sound that made Elspeth’s stomach turn-she’d heard it so many times when imprisoned by the Phyrexians-tearing flesh.

But they managed to open the passage. A foul smell wafted up the chute, and a ladder descended into darkness. Koth went first, his whole body glowing slightly as he moved. The walls of the chute seemed to be bored out as if by an immense drill. Under their feet a hard banging sound echoed up from deep below. After climbing for what seemed like hours, they saw a light. Every movement they made echoed, so none spoke but quickened their pace toward the light. Venser took deep breaths to keep from hurrying too much and perhaps slipping to his death. He was not overly predisposed to darkness. And after the long darkness of the chute, Venser would have welcomed a legion of Phyrexians as long as the hall they were in was well lighted.

The light was brighter underneath. Koth stopped when they were just about to climb into the room below. The banging noise was loud there, and the vulshok spoke in a normal volume. “Should we drop down and take them unawares? How many can there be? From what I saw they’re all on the surface.”

Next in line was Venser, but he said nothing. He was trying hard not to jump for the red light.

“Do you smell something familiar?” Elspeth asked.

“The reek is horrible, but not familiar,” Koth said. “Rot, I’d say. Rotting flesh.”

“Yes, that,” Elspeth said. “And … something sweet.”

“That is blood, unless I am mistaken,” Venser said.

“Blood,” Elspeth said.

The hot updraft blew past their faces. The pounding sound continued.

“Well,” Koth said. “I guess we should just drop down.”

“I’ll teleport down and then back,” Venser said.

“I cannot see any floor, my friends,” Elspeth said.

“I can appear and then disappear.”

When nobody said anything, Venser settled himself and took a series of deep breaths. He slapped himself on the cheek once and felt the mana in the lines he kept tethered to other places course blue like blood in the vein toward him. It rushed to his cheek and he took one final deep breath and held it. When he felt as if he would faint, he pushed in his mind and disappeared with a snap.

Elspeth counted one, two and then the artificer was back holding the ladder, gasping for air.

“Do you always hold your breath?” Elspeth said.

“No, but it helps for short ones.”

“What is down there?” Koth said.

Venser did not replay at first. “It is a bad place, that,” he said. “The enemy is there, working.”

“Are they?”

“Yes,” Venser said. “Very many of them, but lumbering ones. Fit for their work.”

“That pleases me,” Elspeth said.

“Nothing about this place pleases me,” Koth mumbled.

“… and there are some others that I could not identify. I was in the air only a moment. They are larger, I know that.”

“What makes the hammering sound?” Elspeth said.

“I will let you see that for yourselves. It would cause you to question what we are about to do.”

Koth looked up. “Jackass, you are not supposed to tell us that. You are supposed to tell us the hammering sound is nothing.”

“I was never good at lying.”

Koth shook his head.

“I will appear off to the side, and fight them from there,” Venser said.

“I will slay everything in that room,” Elspeth said through gritted teeth.

“Then keep in front of me, crazed one,” Koth said. “Actually you are both cracked.”

“You brought me here,” Venser reminded.

“To fight the Phyrexians, not track down an old comrade.”