Having lost two of their companions, and almost a third, the heroes along with Garavel and his men, return to Kelmarane, abandoning their mission to Katapesh in order to bury their long time friend Khalid.
After recovering, Kay’enn requested that a monument be erected in the town square of Kelmarane in honour of their fallen friend. A distraught Almah agreeed, and preparations began in earnest for its creation, and of course, for the ceremony of Khalid’s funeral. Meanwhile, Khalid’s fallen body has been placed in state in the Church of Sarenrae for worshipers to view and mourn.
On the day of the funeral, all of the townsfolk, apart from a few guards, assembled in the main area outside of the Battle Market. It is here that the statue of Khalid had been erected, and soon the square was filled to the brim. Near the statue, Almah and the heroes stood in remembrance of their fallen friend.
The new head Priest of Sarenrae, having had arrived to tend to the church, gave praise for Khalid’s work, and of the vision of Sarenrae that originally brought Khalid to them. As the sermon reached its height, a visibly distraught Almah screamed, and fell to her knees at Khalid’s body.
“Why?”, she cried, “Why must you leave us? Why must you leave me?”
The priest and Kay’enn helped Almah to her feet. As she got to her feet, the young princess pulled away from her helpers, and turned to one of the robed advisers that were in Kelmarane when the news arrived of Khalid’s death.
“I take your offer. I want Khalid to live. I wish that Khalid had never stepped foot in Koor.”
With that, one of the robed advisers stood and reached into his pocket revealing some type of sealed letter. The adviser then lifted his veil to reveal the familiar face of Zafayid, a smile clearly crossing his face as he broke the seal on note. A rumble rippled through the town as he did so.
“It is done. And may the gods have mercy on your soul”.
The ground begins to rumble further, and the citizens of Kelmarane began to panic. Vash turned to the crowd, and attempted to calm the people, but as the rumble grew loud and louder, so to did the panic of the crowd.
As soon as he realised what had occurred, Kay’enn rushed over to the Janni, and grabbed him by the throat.
“What have you done Zafayid?”
A crooked smile crossed the Janni’s mouth.
“Just a little something I was saving for a hot summers day my friend. Its all part of the game Kay’enn, and you and your friends have no idea what side of the board you’re on. You see, the gods and the outsiders don’t like their toys being turned upside down. Its not their way. But now, the rules have changed. Your friend Almah saw to that much like Vardishal, Khalid, and then Sarenrae before her. Tisk, tisk, tisk. Now the gods are angry, and will, for the time being, be too busy fighting amongst themselves to deal with what is about to happen. Its all about cause and effect really Kay’enn.”
Zafayid turned to look towards the horizon, a deep purple cloud could be seen in the distance, hurtling from all sides, rushing towards Kelmarane. The rumble increased causing buildings to collapse, and people to fall to their feet.
Zafayid went to turn back towards Kay’enn, to continue the conversation, when he felt the sharp blade of a dagger pass through the outer layer of his skin, and into his stomach cavity. The Janni gurled as he begun to fall into Kay’enn arms.
“Touche my friend. But that’s alright. It won’t matter. None of it will. Now, we’ll be fighting in a different war. One that I’ve been promised riches, and rewards beyond your imagination. You’ve lost Kay’enn. You all have.”
Suddenly though, Kay’enn felt a shiver come from his hand a course though his body. He looked down and saw a small glow come from the Janni and into his arm.
The Janni collapsed onto the ground, its deep red blood spilling onto the sand.
The Janni looked up as Kay’enn, a mixture of a wonder and perplexity crossing his face. Kay’enn still held the dagger, the Janni’s own blood dripping onto the ground.
“Well that’s a bit unexpected. I expect we’ll have more to say on this later then Kay’enn, and to that I look forward to..”
The Janni slumped to the ground. Kay’enn however looked down at the body, not quite sure what had happened. He then turned and looked at a frightened Almah, who was by this stage looked confused and powerless. Kay’enn looked towards the horizon, and towards Fort Long Jaw. At that moment he wondered if he would see his beloved Giana again. As the wave of deep clouds brushed past Kay’enn, all he could hear was the fantastical giggling of Nini saying, “Lets do that again!”
Darkness. A bellowing scream could be heard in the distance, and was fast approaching. Kay’enn however was conscious, a pain throbbing in his head. Somehow, he was alive. The clouds had not consumed him. He took a moment. He was not in Kelmarane. Had he been teleported? Had he been saved? He remembered, someone had just hit him and he was on the ground. Who had hit him and why. Kay’enn tasted the blood seeping from his lip. What had happened. He looked about. Two guards were standing over him. Garavel was there to, holding his hands out, his knuckles red. Had Garavel hit him?
Kay’enn again heard the scream from behind him. It was Khalid. But how was that possible. Khalid was dead. Kay’enn looked up, a tent door flapped open, and Nini stood in the doorway. Nini looked down.
“What are you doing there silly. And why do you have a dagger in your hand?”
Kay’enn looked at his hands. For moment then was a purplish red blood on his hands and on a blade that he was holding; the same knife he had used to kill the Janni. The substance faded away and Kay’enn could hardly recall it being there. But it had been; it was, he was sure of it. Piran’ya stuck its head from the tent as Nini called out for help with Khalid. The eidolon looked down at Kay’enn and hissed. At that moment Kay’enn knew that something wasn’t right…