Skullcrusher
Velm's killed many a man
He likes to
crush them with his own two hands
He's wrestles
with titans, and demons as well
He's larger than
planets, and meaner than hell
Chapter Ten
Maybe he never actually wrestled
with a titan, but Skullcrusher Velm had certainly broken a few ogres'
backs. He was undoubtably the largest,
strongest, and worst-tempered giff that had ever roamed the spheres.
Not that any of that species ever
claimed him. Velm didn't like the giff
mentality, and they didn't particularily like him. Velm preferred the more chaotic nature of humans, and kept
company with members of that race.
He stood about twelve feet in height
and was about four feet wide, four-hundred and seventy pounds of pure
fury. And he enjoyed using it,
too. There weren't many things Velm
liked better than breaking necks, bashing heads, and crushing windpipes. It was a point of pride to him that he had
killed over two-hundred and seventy-eight sentient beings, and never once used
anything to do it other than his own two hands.
Velm wanted to have his own verse
from the very first time he heard about the Storyteller's saga. He searched the Storyteller out, killed two
men in front of him, and threatened to do the same to the Storyteller if he
didn't sit down and write him into the song on the spot.
He needn't have worried. The Storyteller had been planning on giving
him a verse for some time.
The people dining at the surrounding
tables were practically frozen, as awe-struck as if a basilisk had charged into
the inn's main room. (Indeed, a
basilisk would have been less dangerous.)
"I answer to that name,"
said Jack calmly.
The giff turned to face him. "Well, aren't you just a puny little
thing! I wonder what the Storyteller
ever saw in you? My name is Skullcrusher Velm! I've crushed umber hulks to powder! I've broken half-giants' backs like
matchsticks! I've killed over
three-hundred men! People of all
species and races fear me! And I've
been written up by the Storyteller! You
have heard of me, haven't you, you puny little mortal?"
"Yes," said Jack. "I keep hearing about you. It seems to be the only thing I'm
hearing. What exactly was it you wanted
with me?"
"Out of the way, runt,"
rumbled Velm, shoving Sandstar aside and taking his chair. Sandstar scrambled to the side. "I hear you're going after the
Raver."
Jack nodded. "That's right."
Velm jerked a thumb at himself. "I'm
going after the Raver! I intend to be
known as the person that killed the Raver.
I'm gonna wrap my fingers around his throat and crush him like
jelly!" The giff flexed his hands
in anticipation.
"Indeed." Jack didn't sound particularily
impressed. "And?"
"And I'm your new partner,
that's what!"
"You want to be my
partner?"
The giff shook his head. "I'm willing to let you be mine. You don't
get to kill him, of course, but you'll be there to witness it, and spread my
glory."
"I see," said Jack
dubiously. "I have some leads as
to how to find him. What will you be
bringing to this proposed partnership?"
The big giff gave a bellowing
laugh. "What do I give? How about I don't grab your puny body and
squeeze until your funny little head pops off!"
Jack stared at him flatly. "If that's all you've got to offer, I'm
not interested. Go away."
Velm's enormous jaw dropped in
disbelief. "What? Are you turning me down? Who do you think you are! I'm Skullcrusher Velm, the most dangerous
creature alive!"
"You said that before. It's starting to get annoying. Go away now, and you might live to see
another day."
Velm gave an inarticulate roar and
hurled the table away. It crashed into
the far wall, splintering. "How
dare you! Don't you know who I am? I'm Skullcrusher
Velm!"
Lightning quick, Jack lunged, his
hand striking out.
Surprised at the suddeness of the
move, Velm reared backwards momentarily, his hand instinctively flying to his
right cheek. "Is that the best you
can do, insect?" he asked, taking his hand away. There was a tiny droplet of blood, indicating a small puncture
wound.
Velm grinned fearsomely. "Now I will crush you into powder! I'll enjoy hearing your tiny screams for
mercy as I break your bones one by one!"
Jack said nothing. He waited calmly.
The giff stepped forward slowly, as
if savoring the moment. "I'll
paint the walls red with your blood, gnat!
People will talk about the way you died for generations! Prepare yourself for my great and terrible
vengeance! No-one talks to me like that and lives! No-one!"
Suddenly the giff stopped, a puzzled
expression flickering across his face.
His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his body went rigid.
The giff toppled ponderously
forward, crashing face first into the floor.
And that was the end of Skullcrusher
Velm.
"Gods!" breathed
Sandstar. "What did you do to him?
"I put him out of my
misery," said Jack, as if he were explaining that rocks were hard or water
was wet. "I don't like
bullies."
"But he was huge!"
"What does that have to do with
anything?" Jack was annoyed. "Now, pull yourself together. There's work to be done."
* * *
After Jack left, Sandstar got to
work. First he paid for the damages to
the inn and arranged for Velm's body to be disposed of. There was no way to keep the affair of
Velm's demise a secret - too many people had seen the huge giff's death - but
Jack had said that it didn't matter much.
"I don't care much who knows I killed him," had been his exact
words, "there's practically no law here on Bral anyway, and besides, it
was the giff's own fault he died."
"But won't it point directly at
us?" Sandstar had argued.
"You don't want Andru to get wind that you're here, do you?"
"He already knows. It won't save him."
So Sandstar had cleaned up the mess
at the inn, and, with the help of some hard-bitten men from the lower quarter
(and a generous amount of gold) he had seen to the disposal of Skullcrusher
Velm's corpse (it was discreetly jettisoned with the city's trash that
evening).
Then, still following Jack's
instructions, he bought a ship and a crew to sail it, and arranged for them to
be standing by, ready to depart at a moment's notice. (This, of course, took quite a bit of gold to arrange, especially
since the old captain who finally agreed to the elf's terms was quite
suspicious. But in Bral, money is
everything.)
Then the elf returned to the inn to
wait. By the time he'd returned the
mess had been cleared away and business was as usual. A lively card game had started in his absence. Sandstar smiled, flexed his fingers, and
joined the five players already there.
* * *
Separated from the city proper by a
natural chasm, the prince's estate (often referred to as the 'High City') was a
verdant and rambling property, elegantly landscaped and surrounded by a twenty
foot high marble wall.
The royal enclosure was large,
perhaps taking up one-sixth of the Topside's total ground area. It is also the highest elevation, and from
the prince's walls one may overlook the entire city. Upon the highest point within the enclosure stood the royal
palace, Starhaven. Starhaven was a
magnificent structure, a sprawling palace of elegant spires and beautiful
masonry, all constructed from the whitest marble.
To reach the High City, one must
pass the Stonebridge, a slender parapeted stone arch which spans the
chasm. Two hundred feet below the
bridge lay the surface of Lake Bral, deep within the crevice. (Lake Bral was the Rock's main source of
water.)
At the end of the Stonebridge stood
a gatehouse which was graceful yet strong, set in the walls which encircle the
prince's domain. Rules about who might
pass beyond were very strict, and the walls were well-patroled.
Jack had little trouble entering the
estate. He simply presented an ornate
silver scepter to the guards, who allowed him to pass without comment. (Silver and golden scepters were given to
nobles and message-carriers by Andru, so that they might move within
freely. It had been a simple matter to
locate a scepter and 'liberate' it from its owner.)
Jack had never before laid eyes on
the prince's estate, but he oriented himself quickly and made straight for the
portico, the entrance to the palace proper.
(Extensive questioning of the scepter's late owner had given Jack a
fairly good idea of the estate's layout.)
The walls were heavily patroled by
royal guardsmen, as were the grounds.
Jack passed easily, confidently.
He appeared to belong, so the guards took no note of him.
The entrance to the palace was
grand. Marble steps led up to the
splendid open porch. Four towering
columns supported a magnificent overhanging roof, which was finely worked with
gold. In front of the two huge doors
(each was twelve feet in height) stood six royal guardsmen, at rigid
attention. Behind them waited three
footmen.
One of the footmen stepped forward
as Jack approached. "Your
name?"
"Taragin Mirvat,"
responded Jack easily, "bearing a message for the Majordomo from House
Kullek." (The Majordomo had had
recent dealings with House Kullek, and Jack was fairly certain his explanation
would pass. The name he had made up on
the spur of the moment.)
The servant consulted a list of
appointments. "You have not
scheduled an appointment."
"No," said Jack. "There was no time to spare. It is a matter of some urgency, and I was
sent immediately."
The servant frowned. "You may wait," he said
self-importantly. "I shall consult
the Majordomo. If she wishes, you may
see her."
Jack bowed and stepped back.
The man sniffed disapprovingly then
turned and disappeared back through the slightly ajar doorway which led into
the palace.
Jack waited.
Twenty minutes or so passed before
the Majordomo bustled out. She was a
small woman with a sour face. "I
don't know you," she, frowning as she looked Jack up and down.
Jack bowed. "Private message for the Majordomo from
House Kullek," he said, "to be delivered to her ears only."
The woman considered. "You," she commanded, pointing at
one of the guardsmen, "accompany us." She turned back to Jack.
"Follow me."
Jack bowed again, then
followed. The guardsman fell in behind
him.
The Majordomo was brisk, leading
them through the main hall and to the right, into the base of one of the
palace's towers. She led them up two
flights, then turned to the left, opened a door there, and led them into the
antechamber of her personal quarters.
"Now, we're alone," she
said, whirling on him as the door closed.
"I thought we had concluded our business. What does the old badger want now?"
Jack glanced at the guardsman. "For your ears alone, mistress."
"Stop playing games, fool. Deliver your message."
"Very well, mistress,"
said Jack with a bow. "My message
is simply this." He extended one
hand in front of him, unfolding his fingers so the palm was facing
upwards. He rounded his lips and blew.
"Wha-!" the Majordomo
started in surprise, then began coughing as a very fine dust flew off Jack's
palm and into her face.
Jack whirled, catching the guardsman
by his helmet and jerking him forward.
Before the guardsman recovered his balance, Jack jerked him
backwards. His feet flew out from under
him, and he went down heavily, landing on his back, his polearm flying to the
side. A quick kick to the man's
forehead as he tried to rise put him back down. The majordomo had collapsed by this time still coughing
weakly. The drug was taking effect; her
eyes were barely open.
A moment later and she was as
unconscious as the guardsman.
Jack darted to the door, opened it,
and looked briefly out, making certain no-one had heard anything. Then he
shut and locked it.
Quickly he bound and gagged the
woman, taking her into the nearby bedroom and placing her into her bed under
the blankets. He returned to the
anteroom and stripped the guardsman of his armor. He tied the man securely, then pulled him into the bedroom as
well, and shoved him under the bed.
Then he changed, donning the
guardsman's armor.
Two minutes later he left, locking
the door from within and closing it behind him.
Altering the gait of his walk to
match that of the guardsman he was impersonating, he made his way quickly down
the stairs to the base of the tower, and exited it, crossing the main hallway
again.
This was the tricky part. There was no way to be certain exactly where
Andru was at the moment, so he would have to cover all the obvious areas until
he stumbled across the prince.
He checked the great ballroom
first. A gigantic circular room with a
glassteel dome seventy feet above the floor, through which the heavens were
visible, it was indeed an imposing room.
It was empty, as Jack had expected, but it had been closest, and at
least he knew the prince wasn't there.
He made his way to the solarium,
which was filled with tropical plants and exotic blooms. there were several gardners attending to the
plants, but, again, the prince was not in attendance.
Jack made his way through several
rooms in succession, careful to walk with confidence and purpose, and went
unchallenged.
At last he reached the door to the
royal library. When he opened it, he
discovered it was occupied.
Prince Andru glanced up from where
he sat with three other men. Two
guardsmen stood behind them and one stood near the door.
Quickly Jack entered and shut the
door behind him.