Devoted to Oblivion

Trapping the Rats

Kalannar had destroyed the Void base. Proud of his accomplishment, he and Waltom returned to Oblivion headquarters. They met with Akmenos once again, and Kalannar received Gauntlets of Blood as a reward. Waltom was sent away on another assignment, leaving the drow and the tiefling alone.

“I have need of you again. You are still of low rank in this organization and most don’t know who you are. But I have an eye for talent. I want to help you grow stronger. Oblivion will rule. We just need a little extra help. People will soon, if they have not already, discover that the Void have lost a vital piece of the city. But they do not know who was assigned the task of taking it away from them. They will talk about it. And these people do not know you.” Akmenos said to Kalannar. He moves to the door, taking Kalannar with him. “I know we are not invincible. Only a fool would believe themselves free of vulnerability. Oblivion is very large here. It is inevitable that spies would attempt to become one of us to trade secrets back to the Void. Find the rats among our brethren. Here, in our headquarters, is where we hide our treasured secrets and information. The Void will have placed their own here, if they are intelligent. Find them and bring them to me." Akmenos opened the door and gently pushed Kalannar out. “Go now. Find the impostors in our ranks.”

Kalannar left the office and looked around instantly, already checking for a spy. The hallway was as it had always been; short, narrow, and windowless. There was no place for an intruder to hide. He continued to the end of the hall and stepped onto the magic circle. Three seconds later he was standing in a room he had not been in before. The large room was a very busy part of the building with several people. Some of them were by themselves, studying books, doing experiments with magic, and other such things. The others talked amongst each other. He moved to the window and looked out onto the city. From what Kalannar could tell, he was about halfway up the building. The city below was still going about its business as usual.

As he walked about the room, the other people hardly looked at him. The sight of a drow was nothing unusual. Kalannar decided to join in on a conversation to see if he could pick up on anything. He placed himself near a human and a minotaur – something that was unusual to see.

“I don’t think I’ve seen your kind here before though.” the human said. “How long have you been here?”
“Not long,” the minotaur replied quickly. “I only just got here a bit ago, just a week or so.”
“I see… How do even fit through the door? You seem too big to even bend down to fit.”
“It’s not easy,” he said, laughing. “but I make it work.”
“So I see, since you’re standing here… I should return to my work.” The human walked away.

Kalannar stepped a bit closer to the minotaur, noticing he seemed uncomfortable.

“What do you want?” the minotaur said.

Kalannar’s keen senses alerted him to something unusual. He took a good look at the minotaur and as he did, he saw it for what it truly was. For just a moment, the minotaur lost a full foot of height, the thick, brown hair disappeared, replaced by wispy, light green hair only on the top of his head. The skin became a pure white, his eyes sunk into his head surrounded by a dark circle. This was no minotaur; this was a changeling.

Kalannar knew this was a spy. But he felt he needed proof. He talked to the “minotaur” and told him he knew what he was. He lied, offering protection if the spy would come with him. The minotaur at first refused, saying he was one of the Devoted and belonged there as much as anyone else did. He wavered a bit as he was questioned but denied being part of the Void. Kalannar knew he wouldn’t admit. He took a step back. As a half-orc moved in front of him, he suddenly disappeared from the changling’s view, mimicking the half-orc’s steps in a way that made him seem invisible. He maneuvered himself around behind the spy and overheard him thinking out loud. “What? He was just there! Where…? And how did he know? That look in his eyes… He must know.”

That was enough proof for Kalannar. He stepped in front of him again and the changling jumped. “Alright! I know you know who I am. I’ll go with you.”

He took the man to Akmenos in his office. “Very good,” Akmenos said, and turned to the changeling. “Are there more of you here?”
“Just one! And please don‘t hurt him!” he said quickly.
Akmenos looked at Kalannar. “Find the other infiltrator. I will question them both together.”

The changeling told Kalannar that his partner’s task was to get into the records of Oblivion. With that information, he made his way down the hallway again and onto the circle. Instead of a white flash of light, the magic circle emitted a red light. After that, he heard “Warning! Intruder in Records Room. Defenses inactive.”

Kalannar stepped off the magic circle and walked around a large bookcase. Looking forward, he saw a dragonborn man staring at him from across the room. He drew his sword and readied his shield, prepared to fight his way out.

Kalannar prepared himself with a Cloud of Darkness. From inside the cloud, he examined his opponent and noticed a small scroll sticking out from his pocket. The dragonborn had already stolen something. Kalannar had come at just the right time.

The dragonborn yelled and charged into the cloud, swinging blindly and wildly. Kalannar moved out of the way of the greatsword and at the same time, stole back the scroll, pocketing it quickly.

A quick glance confirmed that there were several very large bookcases throughout the room, reaching almost to the ceiling. Kalannar began to climb up one of the bookcases. He lost his grip halfway up but caught himself and continued his climb, reaching the top quickly. The dragonborn attempted to follow, but his heavy armor weighed him down and he fell before moving even a few feet. Angry, he tried to bring the entire bookshelf down. Lucky for Kalannar, the dragonborn just wasn’t strong enough to bring down a shelf of that size. He roared at Kalannar, unable to reach him.

Kalannar was going to take out the spy quickly. He fired a shot and leaped to another bookcase with ease. He aimed again, this time infusing his arrow with magic. His arrow split into several spirit shards and rained down on his foe, taking out the second spy.

Kalannar dragged the barely conscious man back to Akmenos, who was incredibly impressed and the speed and ease with which Kalannar took down the spy. “And on top of that, in the middle of a fight, you retrieved the records he stole! Very, very well done!” Kalannar decided to stay for the questioning. Both spies were tied to a couple of chairs in front of the windows, stripped of their armor. Akmenos stood in front of the changeling. “Your base here is gone. If you got out, where were you going to go?”

“Don’t tell him anything.” the dragonborn said. Kalannar responded with a powerful punch to the jaw. “Ow! What kind of elf has that kind of strength?”

“”/campaign/devoted-to-oblivion/wikis/regate" class=“wiki-page-link”>Regate!" the changeling said at the sight of his friend in pain. “We would go to Regate!”

Akmenos looked pleased. “I see. And what is there in Regate?” Akmenos asked.

“Stop talking!” the dragonborn yelled.

“You know, Kalannar is strong, but he is the best with a bow. Perhaps a demonstration?”

Kalannar moved to the other side of the room and aimed his bow at the dragonborn. “You won’t actually kill him. I know how you work!” the changeling protested. Kalannar let loose an arrow which buried itself in the dragonborn’s leg. The spy cringed, but held back any sound of pain.

“There’s nothing really there! It’s just a base and some people!” The changeling looked like he was near tears. “Please, stop hurting him!”

“Isn’t it nice to share?" Akmenos said, smiling. "I feel like I know you a little better now. And since we’re becoming such good friends, why don’t I have Kalannar join you as you make your way there?”

“What?!” the dragonborn protested. “Why should we lead him right to another base he can destroy?”

Akmenos kicked up the dragonborn’s chair and caught it just before it hit the window. “Because I won’t catch you next time.” He let the chair fall back to the floor. “Lead him to Regate. Take him to the Void. And make sure he gets there in one piece.” He walked behind his desk and reached into a drawer, pulling out two rings. He then walked back to the spies. He slid a ring on each of their right index fingers. “The curse on these rings will kill you if you are not there in one week. And you won’t be able to take them off.”

The changeling looked afraid but the dragonborn was still defiant. “Then we won’t move. I’ll die before betraying the resistance.”

“I thought so. In that case, I should inform you that not only will the curse kill you, it will reanimate your corpse, with all your memories intact, under my power. You will bow to my will. So in one week, not only will you lead my friend here to Regate, you will do so because you desire it.” He looked up at Kalannar. “Have fun with them.” He retrieved the armor from behind his desk and returned it to the spies. “Let me know when you’ve taken care of the base. Use this sending stone. I’ll know right away.”

Kalannar nodded and walked out of the room, now with two allies grudgingly following behind.



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