"I never claimed to be an expert on warforged! I was working primarily on instinct and intuition. To be honest, I'm surprised he's functional at all."
Hinto reached out and patted Solus's hand. "Don't mind Tresslar. He gets grouchy sometimes." The small man lowered his voice. "It's because he's old."
"Not so old that I didn't hear that!" Tresslar snapped.
Solus decided to try sitting up. His body moved sluggishly, as if reluctant to cooperate, but he managed the simple maneuver then turned to Tresslar.
"I appreciate your efforts. Thank you."
Solus couldn't see the expression on the man's face, but he could sense his irritation subsiding. "You're welcome. I can have another look at your eyes, if you like."
"That's not necessary." While his psionic abilities couldn't replace vision, in some ways they allowed him to "see" the world with more clarity and accuracy than mere eyes could ever provide. "You say my head exploded?" Solus reached up and touched his forehead. He found the area smooth and unbroken.
"It was the people you were with," Hinto said. "You turned to look at them right before the green crystal on your forehead blew up. I think they did something to make it happen."
"There were three men," Tresslar said, "a human, a kalashtar, and an orc. I believe the kalashtar controlled you through the green crystal and then detonated it when you broke free of his influence. Don't you remember?"
Solus concentrated. He could sense the memories of his four makers waiting for him to draw upon them if he chose, but his own memories-those that he had made since stepping forth from the creation forge-were hazy and jumbled.
"I recall bits and pieces… scraps of memory that make little sense."
"It's possible your memories became scattered, for lack of a better word, when I realigned your energy matrices," Tresslar said. "They may return in time, but then again, they may be lost forever. I don't know."
"Well, if your memories are gone, you'll just have to make new ones, won't you?" Hinto said.
Solus felt waves of cheer and good will emanating from the small man. His was a simple soul, but all the stronger for it. Solus didn't possess the physiognomy to smile, but he reflected the feeling of good will as he replied.
"I suppose so."
Ghaji and Asenka were sparring in the barracks' central courtyard while Yvka cheered them on. Diran had yet to return from his trip to release Makala from the obsidian sarcophagus, and Ghaji was trying not to worry about his friend. The sun had set over an hour ago, and the stars glittered in the night sky like chips of ice. A series of glass globes set atop metal poles lit the courtyard, but while the minor fire elementals trapped inside the globes provided heat as well as light, Ghaji and Asenka's breath still misted the air as they fought. The illumination was more for Asenka's benefit than Ghaji's, and it was actually something of a detriment to him, given his night vision. Ghaji's preferred weapon was an axe, but he was proficient with any number of weapons. He wielded a longsword now to match Asenka. Ghaji was impressed by how well the woman handled herself, but then she had to be good to command a baron's warrior fleet, he supposed, even in a backwater city like Perhata.
Asenka closed and brought her sword around in a sweeping arc toward Ghaji's left. He blocked the blow easily and wondered if he'd been mistaken in his earlier assessment of her, but then Asenka, moving faster than Ghaji thought possible for a human, spun in the opposite direction and slammed her sword blade into his right side. His breastplate took the worst of the strike, but the impact still knocked the breath out of him.
Yvka laughed and clapped her hands. "That's another point for Asenka! It's now two to five. Be careful, lover-she's catching up!"
Ghaji had no breath to spare for a witty reply, which was fortunate since he also didn't have time to think of one. Asenka pressed her attack, coming at him with a series of rapid strikes that took all his concentration to deflect. He knew he could use his strength to overpower her if he wished, but at the outset they'd agreed that this would be a match of skill against skill. Five years ago, Ghaji would've won, but now… Half-orcs tended to have shorter life-spans than humans, though it varied from one individual to another. Ghaji was still in his thirties, but even so, he wondered if he was starting to get old.
Ghaji was spared from losing another point to Asenka when the barracks' door opened and Tresslar, Hinto, and the warforged stepped into the courtyard. The halfling held the construct's hand-or more accurately, one of his thick fingers-and it appeared the little pirate was leading him. Ghaji caught Tresslar's eye, and the artificer nodded to indicate all was well. Ghaji didn't allow himself to relax fully though-not after all the trouble the warforged had given them on the dock.
Cautiously, Ghaji, Asenka, and Yvka approached the construct. Yvka had been holding Ghaji's elemental axe for him, and now she gave him the axe in exchange for the longsword. Yvka appeared petite and delicate, but she was an elf and thus stronger than she looked-as Ghaji could attest from some of their more… enthusiastic encounters. She would be able to wield the sword without difficulty should the need arise.
The two groups met in the middle of the courtyard.
"It looks as if you've worked another miracle, Tresslar," Yvka said. "Congratulations." She openly admired Solus, and Ghaji knew she was calculating the construct's worth to her masters in the Shadow Network.
"Nothing that any other exceptionally brilliant master artificer couldn't do," Tresslar said.
Ghaji couldn't tell whether the old man was joking or not. "Whatever you did, I hope it purged our new friend of his homicidal tendencies."
"You have no need to fear me," Solus said in the eerie hollow voice that all warforged possessed.
"Of course not," Asenka said. "Why should we fear a being that's capable of hurling us all about like rag dolls simply by thinking about it?"
"Don't give him any ideas," Ghaji muttered.
"Solus is our friend now," Hinto said. "He's going to help us find Cathmore and the others."
"He's going to try," Tresslar amended. "The explosion that halted his attack also damaged his memories."
"I shall do my best to aid you," Solus said. "I have looked into Hinto's mind, and I have seen what Cathmore and his companions made me do. They are evil men and must be stopped." The construct looked down at the halfling who still had hold of one of his fingers. "Right?"
Hinto smiled as he gazed up at the warforged like a child looking at a beloved adult. "Exactly right, my friend."
Ghaji looked at Yvka and raised an eyebrow. It seemed Solus was following Hinto's lead in more ways than one.
"As soon as Diran returns, we can make plans for our departure," Ghaji said.
"He is already here," Solus said. "He's been watching us from the shadows all this time, waiting to see if I am still a threat."
The warforged pointed to the far end of the courtyard where the illumination of the light globes didn't quite reach, and everyone turned to look. At first nothing happened, but then a piece of the darkness broke free and came striding forward.
"I regret our last encounter, priest," Solus said as Diran joined them. "I hope you will forgive me."
Diran smiled. "I've had a great deal of practice at forgiving. I think I can manage to do it one more time."
"I hate it when you sneak around like that," Ghaji said. "At least now there's one of us you can't hide from."
Diran's smile fell away and his expression became grim. "Let us hope Cathmore has no more success hiding from our new friend than I did."
The night was more than halfway gone by the time Skarm entered his mistress's lair. His burns were almost entirely healed, thanks to a lone streetwalker in Perhata who'd reluctantly donated her life to fuel the barghest's healing. Unfortunately, dealing with his injuries had used up all the life energy he'd stolen, and Skarm was hungry once more. As he padded along the tunnel to Nathifa's chamber in wolf form, he kept alert for any vermin that might make a quick snack, but aside from himself, the tunnel was empty. Even rats and lizards were afraid to enter into the presence of his dread mistress, it seemed.