There are numerous concepts in the Endless Blue setting that do not have normal sounding names. Some names come from inside the setting (the name of the world Elqua for example), while others utilize phonemes that may be a bit unfamiliar to English speaking readers. Collected here are some of those “difficult to grasp quickly” concepts that are employed as means and motivation in the setting.
acari noun – 1. a plant that produces a fruit noted for its acidic properties, used in the denaturing of food.
Administrative Trinity noun – 1. the highest ranked council in the Church of Merrshaulk.
aegis noun – 1. a shield
aerostat noun – 1. a form of phytoplankton/rhodoarchaea that floats in the Vastness due to internal gasses like methane and uses a tiny, flexible chamber for propulsion.
ajna noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Third Eye chakra, it is represented by tanzanite and located in the brow.
anah noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Heart chakra, it is represented by emerald and located in the chest.
anatomist noun – 1. one who learns about the piscean body through dissection, a taboo practice in the Known World.
animus vitae noun – 1. the force of life.
2. the animating energy that makes matter move.
argei noun – 1. the intermediate denomination of lucrum. (pl. argeium)
Assembly of Cosigners noun – 1. the lowest ranked council in the Church of Merrshaulk, whose main purpose is to oversee the activities of all Sidars and Tyros.
aurei noun – 1. the highest denomination of lucrum. (pl. aureium)
Auxesis noun – 1. the first week of an Elquan month.
Avarita of the Greed noun – 1. the Idolatrastic form of Merrshaulk.
ayurveda noun – 1. the medicinal belief that health is achieved through the balance of bodily humours.
bloodtrace noun – 1. a form of currentsense that can sense even the tiniest traces of blood in the water and follow it to its source.
bluelight noun – 1. a source of light that uses bioluminescent amoebae.
Bubble Below noun – 1. a massive, empty cavern below the Undertow that prevents those trapped in the catacombs underneath from escaping the whirlpool.
Charybdis noun – 1. a floating island that slowly crosses the oceans of Elqua.
chakra noun – 1. the medicinal belief that health is achieved by the harmonious vibrations in the eight body locations called nadis.
chirurgery noun – 1. a medicinal belief that concentrates on cutting away infections and injury.
coiltech noun – 1. technology of the Lumulus that utilizes spiraled metal rod to store kinetic energy.
College of Doctors noun – 1. an organization where anatomists can practice what they have learned about the piscean body, with the intention of healing and saving lives.
Core noun – 1. the area of the Known World occupied by the Crèche of Civilization and the Maw of the Kraken.
Cosigner noun – 1. a member of the Merrshaulkite Assembly of Cosigners.
Crèche of Civilization noun – 1. the area of the Eastern hemisphere where civilization is believed to have been born.
Crisis noun – 1. the third week of the Elquan month.
crown noun – 1. the highest denomination of coinage used by the Mer for inter-current (read, “inter-tribe”) trade.
Culinist noun – 1. a profession notable for the denaturing and storage of food.
cuprei noun – 1. the lowest denomination of lucrum. (pl. cupreium)
current noun – 1. any aggregate of pisceans united by ties of descent from a common ancestor, community of customs and traditions, adherence to the same leaders, etc., equivalent to “tribe”.
currentsense noun – 1. the ability to sense the surroundings by the movement and/or trace elements in the water.
Cyesis noun – 1. the second week of the Elquan month.
dearthsteel noun – 1. a metal produced by the Lumulus that possesses the ability to be enchanted with xanthellaette magic.
delphiz noun – 1. a domesticated species of dolphin with neotoninous features.
denatured adj – 1. the state of being chemically broken down to achieve the same result than as if they were cooked.
dirhem noun – 1. the unit of currency used by the Orcan government.
dram noun – 1. the lower end coinage used by the Chelon.
Eadro noun – 1. the Pantheonic god of envy.
Eadro’s Ardent noun – 1. Worshipers of the Pantheonic god, Eadro.
echolocation noun – 1. a type of senses that uses reflected sound to comprehend the surroundings.
Elder Brokers noun – 1. one of three members of the top-most council of the Church of Merrshaulk, called the Administrative Trinity.
elqua noun – 1. the Aquelan word for “water”.
essence noun – 1. the medicinal belief that healing can be willed into existence through the body’s vitae.
Elqua noun – 1. the world of the Endless Blue campaign setting, equivalent to “Earth”.
Endless Blue noun – 1. the usually temporary loss of orientation caused by the featureless expanse of deep waters, equivalent to “snow blindness”.
Everglow noun – 1. the ceremonial light source of the Free Olypiad (read, “eternal flame”).
Fluid Nations noun – The eight nations of Elqua, namely the Cetacean Ocean, the Chelon Sea, the Lumulan Basin, the Bay of Kouton, the Gulf of Locanth, the Sahaguin Lagoons, the Yaun-Teel Bights, and the Mer Currents.
frothlight noun – 1. a source of light that requires periodic jostling of chemical to produce a fluorescent reaction.
gelding noun – 1. the intermediate range of coinage used by the Chelon.
Gnosis noun – 1. the fourth/last week of the Elquan month.
Godless noun – 1. the philosophical movement that disbelieves in the divinity of gods.
hoarder bandit noun – 1. an outlaw that preys on those in a weaker position than themselves, using their superior ability as justification for the robbery.
Hinterseas noun – 1. the portion of the Fluid Nations populated by the primitive races, namely the Gulf of Locanth, the Bay of Kouton, the Sahaguin Lagoons, and the Yaun-Teel Bights.
homeopathy noun – 1. the medical belief that “like cures like”, utilizing diluted tinctures to cure illnesses.
homesea noun – 1. one’s native waters, equivalent of “homeland”.
Icht noun – 1. a species of prehistoric sapient pisceans that mysteriously disappeared prior to the rise of the Cetacean Hordes.
Icht Dominion noun – 1. the area populated by the extinct Icht civilization.
Icthara noun – 1. the Pantheonic goddess of gluttony.
Ictharan noun – 1. a worshiper of Icthara.
adj 1. of or pertaining to the worship Icthara.
idolatrastic adj – 1. of or pertaining to the religion of Idolatry, as opposed to the act of idolatry.
Idolatry noun – 1. the reformed worship of the Pantheon under the Yaun-Tish tenets of Principle of Service.
indigo noun – 1. a thick, oily liquid rumored to be spreading out along the outer fringes of the Known World.
Invidia of the Envy noun – 1. the Idolatrastic form of Eadro, god of envy.
kapha noun – 1. one of the bodily humours in ayurvedic medicine, related to phlegm.
kelaguen noun – 1. a yeast like extract used by Culinists to embue their denatured fruit with magical effects.
kelpygmy noun – 1. a species of ambulatory plant that posses a shape reminiscent of the piscean form. (pl. kelpygmies)
Known World noun – 1. the explored area of Elqua east of the Spine of the World, containing the Hinterseas, the Periphery, and the Core.
kraken noun – 1. a monstrous race of now extinct ancient squid that once led an empire that occupied the Known World.
Kraken Occupation noun – 1. the period of time when the Kraken race invaded and conquered the Fluid Nations.
2. the event that caused the renaming of the Verdant Epoch into the Verdigris Epoch.
langeneli noun – 1. a tartan-like weave of strips and knots used to denote debt in the Locanth culture.
lucrum noun – 1. a form of currency used by the Mer for international trade.
lumulated metal noun – 1. a special process of the Lumulus that makes metal resistant to corrosion from being submerged in water.
mani noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Plexus chakra, it is represented by topaz and located in the stomach.
Maw noun – 1. a massive crater that forms a ring of islands, where the Kraken began their Occupation of the Known World. Also known as the Maw of the Kraken.
Merrshaulk noun – 1. the Pantheonic god of greed.
merrshaulkite noun – 1. a worshiper of Merrshaulk
adj – 1. of or pertaining to the dogma of Merrshaulk
mula noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Root chakra, it is represented by ruby and located in the pelvis.
nadis noun – 1. one of eight locations that run down the center of the body that chakra practitioners believe need to be in harmony for good health.
naturopathy noun – 1. the medical belief that illness can be cured through herbs and plants.
nautilus noun – 1. armor and/or helmet.
No Mer’s Seas noun – 1. the territory between Fluid Nations that have been declared off limits to habitation or predation, usually the shallowest waters near land where abominations are common.
noble noun – 1. the lowest denomination of coinage used by the Mer for inter-current (read, “inter-tribe”) trade.
2. the highest rank in the Church of Merrshaulk.
Noble Collector noun – 1. honorific for the Elder Brother of the Church of Merrshaulk responsible for the Church’s income.
Noble Debtor noun – 1. honorific for the Elder Brother of the Church of Merrshaulk responsible for the Church’s obligations.
Noble Lender noun – 1. honorific for the Elder Brother of the Church of Merrshaulk responsible for the Church’s financial risk.
Oberus noun – 1. the pale, outer most moon of Elqua.
pa’Anga’tha noun – 1. the lowest denomination of currency used by the Lumulus.
Packbreeder noun – 1. a profession notable for the raising and training of animals.
paragon cynosure noun – 1. the Ressurectionist goal of bringing an extinct species back to viability.
Periphery noun – 1. The portion of the Fluid Nations populated by the civilized races, namely the Cetacean Ocean, the Chelon Sea, the Lumulus Basin, and the Mer Currents.
pigmit noun – 1. the language of the kelpygmies.
piscean adj – 1. any individual of the species sapien, equivalent of the term “human”.
piscean form noun – 1. the intellectual concept of the “mermaid” morphology, possessing the torso of a humanoid and the tail of an aquatic creature.
pitta noun – 1. one of the bodily humours in ayurvedic medicine, related to bile.
piscean form noun – 1. the “mermaid” shape, with the torso of a humanoid and the tail of a fish.
preycatcher noun – 1. a form of polearm with a wide set of jaws at the end, used to catch and subdue creatures instead of killing them.
Prime Meridian noun – 1. line of latitude that crosses over the deepest point in Elqua’s water, in the Cetacean Ocean. It delineates the Western and Eastern hemispheres.
Principles of Service noun – 1. the formalized philosophical belief predicated on the concept that everyone serves someone else, forming the basis of Yaun-Teel culture.
Protean monks noun – 1. reclusive Eadro’s Ardent that posses the ability to change their appearance into other piscean races.
Pull noun – 1. decompression sickness, where diffused gasses from the depth pressure form in the bloodstream.
qigong noun – 1. the medicinal belief that physical stimulation like acupressure or acupuncture can heal illness.
rand noun – 1. the highest range of coinage used by the Chelon.
Resurrectionist noun – 1. a philosophical movement that seeks to understand the piscean body through medical and scientific research. See, anatomist.
rhodoarchaea noun – 1. a form of phytoplankton that uses retinal instead of chlorophyll to transform sunlight into food through photosynthesis.
ricelqua noun – 1. a grain-like plant known for it’s unique chemical properties.
Saragasso Ring noun – 1. the greenish shadow cast by Elqua’s planetary ring, the Sargasso.
Sargasso noun – 1. the green planetary ring of Elqua, located between Urowes and Ymaris. It’s full name is “Sargasso in the Sky”.
sashra noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Crown chakra, it is represented by amethyst and located on the top of the head.
scientific medicine noun – 1. the medicinal belief that treatments require evidence of their efficacy.
shagreen noun – 1. textile made from shark skin.
Shelf noun – 1. the waters starting below the Shoals and extending to the bottom of the ocean, where nearly all light waves are absorbed by the surrounding water.
Shoals noun – 1. the deeper waters where red, orange, and yellow wavelengths of light are absorbed by the surround water. It is bordered by the Shore and the Shelf.
Shore noun – 1. the shallow waters near the shore, typified by little to no absorption of light wavelengths, and before the Shoals.
Sidar noun – 1. honorific form of address for vetted clergy of Merrshaulk.
Signatory noun – 1. honorific form of address for a member of the Merrshaulkite Signatory Council.
Signatory Council noun – 1. the intermediate ranked council in the Church of Merrshaulk, whose main purpose is to oversee the long-term goals of the Church.
sovereign noun – 1. the intermediate denomination of coinage used by the Mer for inter-current (read, “inter-tribe”) trade.
Spine of the World noun – 1. a chain of mountains that circles the globe, splitting the planet in half and preventing exploration of the western hemisphere.
spur noun – 1. large, immobile slabs of nearly transparent crystal randomly found in the wild of the oceans.
swadi noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Sacral chakra, it is represented by amber and located in the coccyx.
tlo’Onga’tha noun – 1. the intermediate denomination of currency used by the Lumulus.
talent noun – 1. similarly cut gemstone used by the Kouton as currency.
torc noun – 1. the locked collar used by the Yaun-Teel to denote slaves.
tracescent noun – 1. a form of currentsense that can detect trace elements in the water beside blood, such as bodily waste or food remnants.
Tropic of Cetacean noun – 1. the imaginary circle around the globe at 64° λ, the northern-most point where the sun is still directly overhead at noon. Counterpart to the Tropic of Kraken.
Tropic of Kraken noun – 1. the imaginary circle around the globe at 64° λ, the southern-most point where the sun is still directly overhead at noon. Counterpart to the Tropic of Cetacean.
trove noun – 1. a church building dedicated to the worship of Merrshaulk.
Tyro noun – 1. honorific form of address for unvetted clergy of Merrshaulk.
tze’Enga’tha noun – 1. the highest denomination of currency used by the Lumulus.
ultravision noun – 1. vision in the ultraviolet wavelength range, sometimes requiring a source of localized ultraviolet light to work.
unguis noun – 1. a weapon
Undertow noun – 1. a submerged whirlpool in the Chelon Sea.
Urowes noun – 1. the dark, inner most moon of Elqua. It orbits Elqua in the opposite direction of the other two moons.
Vastness noun – 1. the land and sky above the surface of the water.
vata noun – 1. one of the bodily humours in ayurvedic medicine, related to gas.
vishu noun – 1. one of the eight nadis in chakra medicine. The Throat chakra, it is represented by sapphire and located in the neck.
vitae noun – 1. the force that differentiates inanimate matter from living things.
2. the soul.
Verdigris Epoch noun – 1. the later part of the Verdant Epoch, characterized by the rise of the Kraken Empire and their occupation of the Fluid Nations.
Verse noun – 1. the words used to create Elqua
2. the language used in the creation of the universe.
xanthellae noun – 1. the coral shaping magic of the Chelon that taps into ley lines for its power.
2. coral shaped through the magic of the Chelon.
Xanthellaette noun – 1. a Chelon capable of taping into ley lines and casting coral shaping magic.
Ymaris noun – 1. the reddish, second moon of Elqua.
Cruor Druids: Wielders of the Red Tides
There is seldom ever been a culture that did not produce some disenfranchised soul. Elqua’s Fluid Nations are no different, except perhaps in the form those radical elements coalesced. They call themselves Cruor Druids, wielders of the red tide, and they have no love for society. What drove them to despising the modern world is inconsequential. In all cases it is basically the same intrinsic idea: society is ruining the world.
The common trait shared by all Cruor Druids is the dismay at society’s disregard for the natural order. Each sees some fatal flaw in their culture’s belief system that, left unchecked, can only result in the ruin of their species. That same society has turned a deaf ear the druid’s pleas for a return to a more conducive time.
Their warnings unheeded, Cruor Druids inevitably feel pressured into leaving the civilization that created them and instead live in the wild. Preferring to remain in the seclusion of nature, the unyeilding expansion of Fluid Nation cities into wilderness brings them back into contact, and conflict, with the Cruor Druids.
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by Dustin Douglas
The Debt Repaid
“Call to us! Unleash us! Destroy their petty world built upon petty lies. Who do they serve? Just themselves. Who do you serve? You serve the truth!”
Tameryh’s eyes opened, but he still felt pain across his entire body. He strained to lift his head up, and saw a plain empty room. He tried to speak, but coughed instead. He saw specks of blood float away from his mouth. He looked down and saw bandages wrapped around his chest.
“Don’t trouble yourself,” came a voice from the other room.
Tameryh looked up and saw the leather-bound mer woman standing in the doorway.
“Who are you?” asked Tameryh.
“A servant of the truth. You hear it don’t you? The voices of the currents bring us together. I couldn’t be sure until I witnessed your baptism myself. Clearly, the currents have chosen you. As for me, the currents spoke to me long ago. Telling me to find you, and help you see the truth. I am Ashani, servant of truth, Druid of the Bloom,” said Ashani.
“Bloom? You mean the red mist?” asked Tameryh.
“Yes. Those scholars think they have it figured out. A natural occurrence, a mere reaction of the environment. Pah. It’s nature’s revolt,” she said clenching her fists.
Ashani continued, “It’s nature’s very immune system. We’ve run rampant. Ruining, destroying, infecting, and killing our own world. Why? Progress, power, or perhaps wealth? What will any of that do for you when the tides stop flowing, and your heart stops beating?” said Ashani.
“What do you mean?” asked Tameryh.
“I mean the bloom is nature itself turning against the greatest enemy. You, me, all of the Piscean’s. Our civilizations’ greed, bottomless appetites, and appalling growth has led to the death of the coral, the kelp, and now even the waters turn. We must act on nature’s behalf, Tameryh. We shall cull the school,” said Ashani.
“You mean… kill them? Kill my clan?” asked Tameryh.
“You’re thinking too small,” said Ashani.
“This entire city is corrupt. Self-serving Yaun-Teel ready to stab each other in the back for a bit of profit. If they’re willing to do that to each other, what are they willing to do to our world? Just look at the strip mining and slaves!” exclaimed Ashani.
“You’re right. They aren’t worthy of being Yaun-Teel. They live to serve only their own greed. All of them. Every single one of them,” growled Tameryh.
“Yes, indeed,” said Ashani.
“What will we do?” asked Tameryh.
“Call to the bloom. Speak to the bloom. Command it,” said Ashani.
“How?” asked Tameryh.
“The bloom has accepted you, young one, now that you’ve survived the red baptism. Look here,” she said revealing a small urn.
She lifted the lid off the urn, and a small red cloud appeared. She placed her hand into the cloud and spoke softly.
“Come. Come. Let us cleanse this world of the wretched,” she chanted.
She continued chanting, and small specks of red started to flow towards her from outside of the room. After a few minutes, a large red mist had amassed around her. She gestured up and down, and the cloud gathered itself upwards, then downwards following her commands.
“Wow…” said Tameryh as his mouth hung open.
“Now, you just need to rest yourself and…” said Ashani as she trailed off.
Tameryh focused his hands on his chest and chanted his healing magic. Within a few moments his aches started to disappear.
“Very impressive,” said Ashani. She continued, “You already know some druidic arts?”
Tameryh ignored her question and eagerly said, “When. When can we start?”
“Tonight,” said Ashani.
Tameryh and Ashani worked with the red bloom in her hidden home for a few hours. Ashani explained the simple art of commanding the red mist. As long as she remained in contact with a part of the cloud, she controlled its motion. The cloud acted like an extension of her being. Tameryh found an odd enjoyment in effortlessly manipulating the mist. He couldn’t wait to wait them all suffer.
That night, the pair returned to the outskirts of Edonmul.
“Come. Come. Let us cleanse this world of the wretched,” they chanted as they looked down at the city. Soon the red cloud would engulf them all. Within a few minutes, the pair gathered a massive cloud, at least the size of a blue whale.
Ashani turned to Tameryh and said, “I leave the culling to you. Make them pay for their service to the lie.”
Tameryh slowly nodded and darted down towards the city. First, he turned his head to the cathedral. He thrashed his fins as fast as he could as he barreled through the stained glass window at the front of the cathedral.
Bits of glass and debris floated all around him, as he saw the surprised look of five Yaun-Teel commoners and Sidar Asoudi. The red mist trailed behind Tameryh and the majority of it remained outside.
“Who do you serve?!” shouted Tameryh as he commanded his mists to completely envelop the exterior of the cathedral.
“Unintended? How?! What is this?” said the sidar.
“You put yourself before me, before my house, before our gods. You do not serve anyone but yourself, sidar!” shouted Tameryh as some of the red mist began flowing into the room sealing off the exits.
“Is that… by the gods,” said sidar noticing the red mists.
The sidar and the commoners turned and opened the door only to find even more mist on the other side. The commoners screamed and the sidar glanced nervously around looking for an exit. One of the commoners bolted, trying to dash through the mists. The bloom clung to the poor creature as it writhed in pain and its kin looked on in horror. Tameryh enveloped the rest of the commoners in the red mist as well, ensuring that the sidar was the last one remaining.
“You… aberration! Unintended by Yaun-Teel, now unintended by nature itself!” screamed the sidar.
“Oh that’s where you’re wrong, grand deceiver,” said Tameryh as he covered the rest of the commoners in red mists. He continued, “Nature called to me. The truth spoke to me, asking me to fight. Fight the sickness that is Yaun-Teel. And what a sickness it is.”
“Who do you serve!?” screamed Tameryh as the mists cornered the sidar.
The sidar panicked and began mumbling prayers.
“Do you think he hears you, heretic?” said Tameryh as he clenched his fist.
The red mists slammed into Sidar Asoudi, seeping into his body through his gills. He shook violently. The sidar’s face grew bright red, blood leaked from his eyes , ears, and mouth. The sidar tried to speak, but he could only gag as he coughed up more and more blood. The sidar reached to his gills, trying desperately to brush the bloom away to no avail. At last, the sidar gave out one last gasp as blood gushed from his body.
Tameryh let the red mist linger on him as he looked down. Once, Tameryh admired the clergy, but now he saw him for what he was: a miserable self-serving coward who took advantage of his station. Tameryh looked towards the dead commoners and felt nothing.
“You worked in service of the lie…” he said quietly.
Tameryh swam back outside and made his way towards the Basqorjn manor. As he approached overhead, he brought the red mist down with him with terrible force. Tameryh slammed the mist over the entire courtyard, forgoing subtly all together. Within a few moments, he saw the corpses of the watchmen floating up out of the mists.
Tameryh swam down towards the main manor, and forced the mist to form a barrier around it. Tameryh looked through the windows, seeing a few frightened faces staring back at him. Tameryh attempted to open the door, but it was locked.
“Hah, you think that will stop me?” mumbled Tameryh.
Just then, Tameryh heard something coming from behind. As he turned, he saw Blodusk darting towards him with a trident.
Blodusk’s trident pierced through Tameryh on his left side.
Tameryh clenched his fist and brought the bloom crashing down onto Blodusk while also holding the trident in his side. Tameryh watched as the bloom went inside Blodusk’s gills. Tameryh tried pulling the trident out, but Blodusk held strong. Despite the bloom destroying him from the inside, he fought. Tameryh pulled, but Blodusk continued. Tameryh saw the color leaving Blodusk face as his grip went lax. Blodusk coughed up blood and held his hands to his throat. Blodusk tore at his gills trying to give himself a chance to breath. He fought hard as more and more blood left his body. He felt his strength leaving him.
“My-My-Myra!” he finally gasped as he fell to the ground.
Tameryh cocked his head sideways and looked down at Blodusk, barely noticing the trident that pierced him.
“Why… did he really… my mother?” said Tameryh.
Tameryh looked back down at his wound. He removed the trident and winced in pain. He looked up unable to differentiate the blood escaping his body from the red mist surrounding him. Tameryh chanted his healing magic again. While the majority of the bleeding stopped, Tameryh failed to completely seal the wound. Tameryh chanted and focused on his magic a second time.
“CEASE!” shouted Elder Molka as he threw open the door.
For a moment, Tameryh felt the elder’s command seep into his mind. Tameryh stopped chanting the spell, but clenched one fist and pointed towards the elder.
“CEASE!” shouted the elder again, holding up his staff. His coral staff gave off a slight glow with this command.
Again, Tameryh felt himself go limp for just a brief instant.
“CEASE!” commanded the elder once more, but this time Tameryh focused all of his rage and fought through the elder’s magic.
“Who do you serve? WHO DO YOU SERVE?!” shouted Tameryh slamming his fists down.
The red mists crashed into the elder and into the manor. The elder attempted to cling to his staff, but the red mist threw the old Yaun-Teel into the wall. Tameryh swam up picked up the elder’s staff and began chanting. Tameryh felt the staff become increasingly heavier as it accepted his enchantment. Tameryh hoisted the heavy staff over his head, and brought the full weight of it down onto the elder face, crushing it completely.
Tameryh looked down at the elder and felt a twinge of regret. Regret not birthed from the sadness of loss, regret born from an unjust end. Tameryh thought. “He deserved a far more gruesome fate. I suffered for years. Over twenty years of hatred, judgement, and servitude to a master who only served himself. “.
Tameryh slipped inside the manor, and inspected his injury only to find the bloom had attached itself to his wound. Tameryh brushed the bloom away and he found that the wound had closed completely. A wicked grin grew across Tameryh’s face as he felt empowered for the first time in his life.
Tameryh set his sights on the servant’s quarters across the courtyard. He saw that some of them had started to look towards the manor, worried about what was happening. He knew he had to act quickly or else they might escape.
Tameryh called to the mist and darted towards the servant’s quarters. Again, he completely surrounded the building with the bloom. He could hear their screams, the old, the young, the hatchlings, all of them would soon be dead.
“Tam? You’re alive?!” shouted Grimbould as he swam outside.
Tameryh simply looked away from him and clenched his fist.
“Tam! No! Don’t do it boy! You’re no killer, you’re an honorable lad!” protested Grimbould.
“You serve those who serve the lie, Grimbould. In the end, you didn’t care about the truth, just yourself. You could have spoken for me, but you watched me float away to the vastness,” screamed Tameryh.
“No… please… you were like a son to me, Tameryh,” said Grimbould.
“Your words. They only serve you now. You only think of yourself,” said Tameryh as he brought the mists around Grimbould.
“No! No!” protested Grimbould.
“Oh yes. You serve the clan, even if they’d disown one of their own over such triviality. Even if they sentenced an innocent to death,” said Tameryh.
“What? Innocent? You attacked the elder!” shouted Grimbould.
“Where was your protest when my mother was sent off to die? The only thing I saw were your lies, Grimbould. You never told me. Would it make you feel sick? Would it make you feel terrible to tell me the truth? Your actions prove it to me, you only serve yourself,” said Tameryh.
“No you’re wrong, listen! List-“said Grimbould as he began choking.
“Your deception ends here,” said Tameryh as he turned his back on his kin.
That night, the city of Edonmul felt the terror of the bloom. Many escaped as they witnessed the fall of the Basqorjn clan, but not a single Basqorjn family member survived. They say a young Yaun-Teel returned from the dead. Perhaps a vengeful spirit with a thirst for revenge, or the servant of a dark god looking to create chaos.
No matter the case, or the cause, one thing is certain. The bloom engulfed the city. Even now, the red mists still linger there. Who knows what fortunes lie hidden in the once great city of Edonmul. Only a fool would venture into the bloom. Who knows what creatures lurk inside, creatures who’ve learned to live within the toxic mist.
“The endless blue ran red that night.
The seas grew thick with toxic blight.
The pleas for help fell, empty prayer
at the hand of Tameryh Kinslayer”
— a vexillifer’s ballad, “The Fall of House Basqorjn“.
by Dustin Douglas
The Beautiful Lie
Tameryh felt immense pressure on his head and face. He felt the claws and hands of something on his body as it pressed on his chest. Tameryh tried to open his eyes but they felt incredibly heavy, as if sealed shut. Through the shuffle and commotion, he started to hear murmurs and voices. The voices began to sound familiar. He heard a man chanting, and felt a rush of energy run through him as the man pressed his hands on his forehead. Tameryh’s eyes finally opened.
“It looks like the young unintended is waking up,” said Sidar Asoudi.
Grimbould looked down, along with Blodusk.
“It’s a pity. I coulda thrown ‘em out with the rest of the garbage,” said Blodusk with a smirk on his face.
“What happened to him, sidar?” asked Grimbould.
“As I told Elder Molka, I should have known a weak willed unintended shouldn’t be trusted with Dreamer’s Respite,” said the sidar in a judgmental tone.
“Oh don’t trouble yourself, sidar. You merely served him. He probably spun you quite the tall tale to get it from you,” said Blodusk.
The sidar nodded in agreement and said, “It seems everything is in order then.”
“Thank you for your service,” said Grimbould.
“I live to serve,” said the sidar as he left the room.
“What did you do? Why were you drinking that potion?” asked Grimbould to Tameryh.
“I spoke with the sidar because I’ve been plagued with nightmares. He told me to take that to help sleep,” confessed Tameryh.
“Right. But it looks like you were taking more than you should have,” said Grimbould holding up a half-empty flask.
“I… if I waited too long I started having horrible pains. I couldn’t serve the house in that state!” protested Tameryh.
“I shoulda known,” said Blodusk as he cracked his knuckles.
“Thane Blodusk, I leave this to you now. Sorry, Tam, there’s nothing I can do,” said Grimbould solemnly.
Blodusk grabbed Tameryh by the arm, and dragged him out of bed.
“Get dressed. Now!” shouted Blodusk.
Tameryh hurriedly threw on his work clothes and presented himself to Blodusk.
“Off we go then,” said Blodusk as he grabbed Tameryh by the arm and dragged him out of the room.
The pair swam slowly through the servants quarters, through the kitchens, outside, then back into the main manor itself across the courtyard. Tameryh’s heart sank as he feared the worst. He was being brought to Elder Molka.
A pair of well dress guards stood in front of the main house of the manor. They saluted Blodusk as they approached.
“Well met, Thane. The elder awaits in his ante chamber,” said one of the guards.
Blodusk nodded, and pushed Tameryh out in front of him. Tameryh meekly swam through the house, which felt like a palace compared to the servants quarters. Finally, they approached the ante chamber, and Thane Blodusk knocked against the wall.
“Enter,” said Elder Molka.
Blodusk shoved Tameryh as he floundered into the room. Tameryh and Blodusk bowed to the elder, and the elder nodded slightly. The elder wore his golden chains, and held a coral staff in his right hand. Now, at almost 100 years old, the elder’s strength had greatly diminished. Over time, he relied more and more on his coral staff to anchor him while trying to remain motionless.
“Tameryh. Unintended. In recent years, you’ve served with Master Grimbould without many major incidents. However, in the past few days, my guards tell me you were leaving the manor without permission in the middle of the night. Then I hear you were lying to the clergy and abusing Dreamer’s Respite. Today, you forced us to contact the clergy to restore you. Completely unconscious through most of the day. What do you have to say for yourself?” asked Elder Molka.
“I confess. I asked for Sidar Asoudi’s help, and he gave me the potion. He never warned me of what it would do beyond help me sleep. If he would have told me it caused such pain, and trouble, I would have avoided it completely. I would have suffered through my nightmares,” explained Tameryh.
Tameryh heard the thane snort at his story.
“Oh, so you’d have me believe the sidar failed to tell you about this medicine? He lives to serve us, after all. What possible benefit would he have in misleading you? You. You disgrace the house with your accusations,” said the elder firmly.
“Sir, please!” pleaded Tameryh.
“Silence him, thane,” said Elder Molka.
The thane put his massive strength into a heavy backhand, sending Tameryh to the ground.
“Did I ask for your opinions, unintended? No. Here are the facts. Your mother’s mistake became my burden. You. She created a debt, and it was settled when we sent her east. You, however, failed to honor her sacrifice. You probably didn’t understand what those eastern scholars wanted, did you? Those disgusting Kouton offered me the vilest proposition. I’d never let our clan be used in such a way, but your mother gave up her claim. They needed Yaun-Teel. Fresh Yaun-Teel, still in their prime. Oh they slashed her, cut her, put her back together, but in the end, they bleed her dry. That’s right, boy, they butchered her,” exclaimed Elder Molka.
Tameryh started to pull himself back up, but Blodusk restrained him.
“No…” said Tameryh.
“Oh what’s that boy? You dishonor her sacrifice yet again?” said Blodusk as he tightened his grip.
“Unintended. I relieve you of your burdens. I relieve of your responsibilities. I relieve of your earnings, and release your debts to us. You are no longer recognized as unintended, you are nothing. You are not of clan Basqorjn, and you are not welcome here ever again,” said Elder Molka with a stern tone.
“Who do you serve?!” shouted Tameryh.
Elder Molka raised an eyebrow at this remark as Bludusk tightened his grip again.
“I live to serve this house! She lived to serve this house! Who do you serve by killing her!?” shouted Tameryh.
Tameryh began trashing, trying to escape Blodusk’s grasp.
“Why, I serve my clan, fool. Can’t you see? You are the proof that she served herself. You’ve followed in her wake,” said Elder Molka with a laugh.
Elder Molka turned to Blodusk, “Remove him immediately.”
Tameryh thrashed harder, and broke free of Blodusk’s grasp. He darted forward and slammed into Elder Molka. Elder Molka crashed into the wall, letting go of his coral staff. Tameryh picked the staff up, and whipped around to see Blodusk charging for him. Tameryh swam up and over, turned back around as Blodusk pulled out a short blade.
Quickly, Tameryh chanted a spell. As he chanted, he could feel the staff growing heavier in his hand as it accepted his magic. Blodusk charged him a second time.
This time Tameryh slammed the coral staff down at Blodusk hard. Initially, Blodusk raised his arm to block the blow, however the weight of the staff greatly exceeded his expectations. Blodusk arm snapped downwards, giving into the incredible weight of the magically reinforced staff.
Blodusk howled in pain as Tameryh lifted the staff back up.
“Guards, stop him at once!” shouted Elder Molka.
Tameryh hefted the staff upwards and charged towards Elder Molka.
“CEASE!” commanded Elder Molka as Tameryh felt a shock go through his body. He felt his hands let go of the staff as it sunk to the ground. Elder Molka braced himself against the wall clutching his chest.
Tameryh couldn’t move, but he heard the guards enter the room. He felt them grabbing his hands, and binding them. He saw one of the guards help Elder Molka leave the room and then he felt a sharp pain from behind. Tameryh’s vision went dark.
Tameryh awoke and found himself in a dark room with a small window and small locked hatch. His head hurt and he found bruises across his body.
“Hey! Where am I?” shouted Tameryh.
He heard someone approach.
“Oh. It looks like ‘the nothing’ is finally awake. Good news, you worthless trash. You’re being sent to the vastness. The abominations will have their way with your entrails!” shouted the guard.
“No… oh no…” said Tameryh trying to make sense of the situation.
“Oh you really can’t be surprised. You. A nobody assaults the head of House Basqorjn and you even manage to injure his thane? I’m surprised you even made it in here alive,” said the guard with a laugh.
That night, Tameryh found no rest. He found no peace. He was left with his thoughts, though not of dismay. He wanted them all dead. They lied to him for so long.
“They sent off my mother to the east, they said. They didn’t have the gall to tell me. She traded her life, and they let it happen. Then, they treat me like a servant for almost two decades, telling me I’m not good enough, I’ll never be part of the house,” he muttered as he floated around the room.
“I’ll never forgive them. The liars. The priest, the elder, the brute. To the vastness with the entire clan. All of them knew what happened! Those fowl, miserable, worthless, self-serving fools,” he said as he continued ruminating.
Tameryh kept swimming in a small circle, unable to find rest or calm his nerves. He worried that he might be left to rot in this cage for an eternity, but the guards returned a few hours later. They bound him up, and carried him outside. There, Tameryh saw the elder, the sidar, Blodusk, Grimbould, and others from the house.
As the morning sun shined down, a Yaun-Teel male in a city guard’s uniform said, “For his crimes against the city, assaulting an elder of the house, and assaulting his thane, both acts with intent to kill, we hereby sentence Tameryh to the vastness. Do any of you wish to speak out against this judgement?”
The crowd fell completely silent. Tameryh looked to Grimbould, but Grimbould looked down and away.
“Very well. We now cast you out. Lowliest of Yaun-Teel. Serve the vastness better than you served your kin!” shouted the guard.
The guards started placing small pouches across Tameryh’s body. The sidar approached and began chanting. One by one, the pouches inflated and Tameryh could feel his body being pulled slightly upwards. After a few moments, all the pouches had inflated and Tameryh began floating upwards at an alarming pace. Panic set in almost immediately as the vastness of the world above the water steadily got closer and closer. Tameryh desperately thrashed, trying to remove his restraints. No matter how hard he fought, he failed to loosen his bonds. The pouches continued to pull him towards the vastness. He squinted as the sun bared down on him. He’d never felt so much warmth before. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate.
Suddenly, a darkness fell over him. He opened his eyes, to see the red bloom coming right for him. Tameryh felt the cloud completely engulf him as he inhaled sharply. The bloom coated his gills and his panic turned to terror. The vastness approached closer and closer by the second, and Tameryh’s visions went completely dark.
Tameryh awoke as his head bounded, and his body ached. He attempted to raise up his head, but he lacked the strength. He let out a soft moan, as he felt a hand press against his head.
“Rest now, young one. You’ve survived the baptism,” came a female voice.
by Dustin Douglas
Tameryh’s first few years of apprenticeship were hard, but fairly simple.
He cleaned every inch of the manor, inside and outside. Additionally, he would help serve meals when the house hosted a large event. He woke up early in the morning, and stayed up late into the night trying to keep the house in order. As he approached maturity, House Master Gimbould decided Tameryh could work as a courier in town as well.
At the end of a long day, Tameryh was almost finished with his duties. No extra events were lined up, and the house was in good condition.
A bulbous Yaun-Teel wearing a silver version of the house sigil called out, “Tameryh! Come now lad. Bring this message to the slave pens.”
Tameryh perked up. He loved delivering messages since his duties rarely allowed him opportunities to leave the manor.
“Yes sir, Master Grimbould, sir,” said Tameryh with excitement.
“No lollygagging through town, boy. I’ll need your help preparing food when you’re back,” said Grimbould.
Tameryh nodded eagerly as he took the parcel from Grimbould. Tameryh darted out of the room, and swam up and out of the manor grounds. The Basqorjns kept their slaves pens near The Hole. Most slaves toiled away in The Hole mining opals for the Basqorjn family. Few of the slaves every saw much beyond the slave pens and The Hole. From time to time, the Basqorjn retain a few healthy Mer for breeding stock as well, as the Yaun-Teel become infertile after a few generations.
Tameryh looked down at a milky fog that hung in the water. Merely swimming through the grit irritated Tameryh’s gills, and lingering too long would start to hurt his lungs. The constant strip mining created the fog that constantly hung in the water, and many slaves fell ill to prolonged exposure to it. Very few animals or plants called this disgusting place home, other than the slaves.
Tameryh approached the slave master’s quarters, just outside of the pens. He knocked on the door and cleared his throat.
“Slave Master Quora, I have a parcel for you from the manor,” said Tameryh.
“Oye, is that the unintended little runt?” growled a voice from the other side of the door.
“It’s Tameryh here with your package,” said Tameryh with a touch of agitation.
Quora opened the door and looked down at Tameryh. Quora, a huge Yaun-Teel female with a wicked streak worse than Blodusk.
“Gimmie that you little unintended,” said Quora snatching the parcel from his hands.
“Nothin’ better ‘ave gone missin’,” she said.
“I’m not even privy to the contents of that parcel, madam,” said Tameryh with a touch of condensation in his voice.
She looked up and mocked, “oh not privy. Not privy to who yer father is, are ya? AH, ha ha!”
Tameryh scowled at her and said, “Very well. I’ll let Grimbould know you received your parcel.”
“Oye, you do that,” said Quora, slamming the door in his face.
Tameryh looked down and shook his head. He wanted to do so many wicked things to that terrible woman. He thought, “Would it be so bad to float her up to the surface and have the hellish creatures tear her to pieces? Perhaps something worse would be better…”
Tameryh turned away from the pens, and started to leave foggy mining area
“Come. Call to us. Command us.”
Tameryh tilted his head up, and looked back towards the mines.
“Surely, the miner’s aren’t still here,” thought Tameryh to himself.
Tameryh swam a short way towards the mine shaft, but saw no one. Tameryh shrugged his shoulders, and left. The tunnels can play tricks on the weak minded, and Tameryh new this too well.
As he turned back, he saw it. A small cloud of red bloom, hanging in the water. Despite the currents, it stood still. The red bloom softly swirled in front of him as Tameryh felt it pierce his mind.
“Come. Come with us. Come,” he heard a ghostly voice beckon.
Tameryh stood, transfixed. He heard the stories of the red bloom. A vile wave of red washed over unfortunate Pisceans. Some say it enters their body through their gills, and destroyed them from the inside out. Some say bodies dissolved in seconds, others claim blood shoots out of your eyes. Either way, Tameryh knew to avoid red bloom.
In the distance, Tameryh turned his head towards a commotion coming from the slave pens, but then looked back at towards the Red Mist. It was gone.
Tameryh returned to the manor, and ended his day. He spent the next few weeks growing increasingly paranoid of what he had seen. He finished his duties and went to sleep without saying a word of his experience to anyone. He wouldn’t speak a word of it for quite some time…
“Come. Call to us. Bring us to them. Come. Speak to us. Let us hear your sweet voice. Come. Tameryh. Wield us. Make us your instrument of purification,” whispered an unseen voice.
Tameryh floated dangerously close to the surface. The beasts of hell lurked above, obscured by the water’s barrier. The sun blazing in the distance as a shade overtook him. A cloud of endless red swirled around him, and all at once he felt great pain. His body dissolving and burning. Again he heard to voice.
“Come. Call to us. Come!” the voice shouted demanding his attention.
Tameryh jolted up from his slumber. Almost every night, the same dream found him ever since the red cloud first appeared.
After weeks of enduring these nightmares, Tameryh finally decided to speak with a priest of Merrshaulk. While Tameryh normally saved his hard earned coins, he knew that consultation with a priest practically required a tithe. Tameryh knew he could not endure the terrors of his dreams any longer without help. While it proved difficult to request time away from the manor, Grimbould approved a visit to the clergy of the Collector.
Tameryh approached the great temple of the Collector and breathed a heavy sigh as he entered.
“The collector’s blessing to you,” said an elder Yaun-Teel acknowledging his arrival. The elder continued, “How might we serve you this day?”
Tameryh nodded and said, “Collector’s blessing to you as well. I am Tameryh of Basqorjn, uh. Uh…” Tameryh paused for a moment, but swallowed his pride and continued, “Tameryh of Basqorjn, Unintended. I seek spiritual guidance from a Sidar.”
“Oh my. And with what urgency do you seek this guidance?” asked the elder gesturing towards his open palm.
Tameryh produced a small sack of coins and placed it in the elder’s hand.
“Your request has been heard. Please wait here. Sidar Asoudi should be available soon,” said the elder as he logged information on a scroll.
Tameryh waited in the main chapel area and studied the images of Merrshaulk’s champions emblazoned along the walls. The grand seekers, explorers, exploiters, slavers, wizards, sorcerers, and clergy. What ignorant folks called greed, the Yaun-Teel called creative ambition. These champions were so willing to sacrifice everything for their goals. Vanya of Targo, the great explorer. She founded the very city the Yaun-Teel called home. Her desires for fame and fortune created great benefit for the entire Yaun-Teel race. Tameryh looked at the portrait of Grand Wizard Juantic. He felt envious of his magical mastery, as Juantic first established a school for wizardy in Marst Gravis. Truly, greed and profit drove him, but all of the Yaun-Teel society profited from his actions. Before Tameryh could think further about his ancestory, an elder Sidar appeared.
“Tameryh of Basqorjn? Come. Speak with me,” said the elder Yaun-Teel adorned in gold.
The pair of Yaun-Teel slowly swam towards a private office in the back of the cathedral.
“What troubles you so, young one? Is it your mother?” asked the Sidar.
“Oh, no no. Thank you for asking, but… I’ve been having reoccurring nightmares.” Said Tameryh. He continued as Sidar Asoudi nodded solemnly, “It’s always the same. A red mist appears and calls to me. It wraps itself around me, I feel it consuming me from the inside out, and then I wake up in a panic.”
“What manner of red mist is this?” asked the sidar.
“Well. It looked like red bloom. At least, I think. One night after leaving the mine, I thought I saw a small patch drifting though. I heard the voice call to me then. Beckoning me to come closer. I looked around, looked back, and it disappeared,” said Tameryh.
The sidar cocked his head and raised an eyebrow at this story.
“Interesting,” said the sidar. He continued, “Were you alone? The slaves weren’t weaving magic at you perhaps?”
“As far as I know, I was alone. I was ready to brush this off as merely being exhausted from the day’s work, but the nightmares won’t stop. I didn’t feel any sort of fear when I originally saw the mist. I only feel fear in my dreams,” confessed Tameryh.
“I see,” said the Sidar. He continued, “I think I have something that may help.”
The sidar stood up, and began rummaging through a chest at the other side of the room. Tameryh heard glass clanking together, and the sidar eventually produced a large vial of dark liquid.
“I recommend you drink this draught each night before you sleep. This should last you the entire week. If you feel you need more, come visit me again. Of course, be prepared to offer a similar sized tithe as you did today,” said the sidar in a business-like tone.
The Sidar held up a small, cork-sealed vial with a siphoning spigot on the end. Tameryh remembered drinking from vials like that as a child, and he always hated the taste.
Tameryh looked at the sealed vial, nodded, and asked, “Do you think this dream means something deeper? I mean, what sort of thing is that red mist exactly?”
The sidar breathed a heavy sigh and said, “The filthy Mer share stories about it. Cursed waters that claim the wicked, some say. Others claim it’s the remnants of the Kraken’s old magics endlessly roaming the seas, consuming until the end of time. However, the toxin is simply algae. It grows, or blooms, to a massive size. It siphons the purity from the water, and even swimming near it might cause one to gag. At least that’s what the less superstitious might tell you. Perhaps there’s a bit of truth to all those stories.”
Tameryh nodded along and said, “but in the form of a dream? Could it mean something more?”
“Oh, you mean a figurative meaning!” said the sidar with a chuckle. He continued, “Dreams of death, they aren’t too uncommon. Merrshaulk visits images upon us, warning us of dire circumstance or splendid opportunity. Some say they are one in the same. Perhaps, he warns you too? The path ahead of you might be perilous, but trust your instincts. All of us know better than to swim into the red mists without needing to be told. When you feel something is wrong, trust that feeling.”
Tameryh nodded along eagerly.
“Good. Just remember to take small sip of this before bed each night,” said the sidar as he stood up and led Tameryh to the door.
“Yes sir. Thank you for sharing your guidance with me,” said Tameryh bowing.
“I live to serve,” said the sidar, holding open the door.
Tameryh gave a slight bow, and slowly swam out the door, placing the vial into his pack. While he went through the cathedral, he looked back up at the heroes of Merrshaulk and wondered how he might make a name for himself one day.
Tameryh thought to himself, “Could an unintended ever rise to prominence in the House of Basqorjn?”
As he exited the temple, a free Mer woman stared at him in the street. While a bit uncommon in this part of town, other races did come to Edonmul to trade. She wore straps of shagreen, and a tight fitting leather helmet. Tameryh thought she might be a hunter of some sort.
“Don’t give in to the great lies of Suminarae, as comforting as it may be,” said the Mer woman.
“What are you talking about?” asked Tameryh as he cocked his head.
“The priests. They tell you things. The things you need to hear to be a good Yaun-Teel. They tell you what you need to hear to ensure their station remains. If the currents keep flowin’ as they always have, their life will remain comfortable. So, really, who do they serve? They serve themselves first, they serve the lie second, and they might serve you third,” she said.
“Hey, don’t drag me into your toxic heresy!” said Tameryh raising his voice.
“Oh very well, unintended. Just remember this. Soon enough you’ll know you’re nothing more than a vessel to deliver coins, but you could be…” she trailed off.
With an incredulous look, he said, “Could be what?”
The woman faded away right in front of him as she said, “So much more.”
Tameryh looked all around for a trace of the Mer woman, but she disappeared. He looked to the other pedestrians passing by the area, but no one seemed to take note.
He thought to himself, “Who in the vastness was that, and how did she know I was an unintended?”
by Dustin Douglas
The Basqorjn Clan
The Basqorjn Family’s strength resides in their unwavering control. Control over their slaves, control over their business, and control of themselves. Their bloodline’s strength results solely from their devotion to the family. Actions taken against the family strikes at the very heart of one’s own livelihood for any of House Basqorjn. The current living Yaun-Teel generations understand that their success came only from their forefathers labors. The ancestors worked, and toiled to earn the family’s reputation, and the burden now falls to them. The success or failure of the house results from their ability to continue on with the family’s teachings.
The Basqorjn clan never breaks a contract. Contracts may dissolve, but Basqorjn failure is unacceptable.
The Basqorjn clan will serve their elder’s wishes, no matter the request.
The Basqorjn clan treats all family matters on equal footing with business matters.
While the third rule may seem ambiguous, this rule sets the Basqorjn clan apart from most other families. Clearly, the marriage between any two families would require agreement between elders of each clan, but the Basqorjn go further. Even if marriage occurs, the offspring of that marriage may not be acknowledge as a true Basqorjn, and therefore not a true heir of the family. Many Yaun-Teel communities say, “as stingy as a Basqorjn,” for this reason.
The elders also dictate if a particular offspring will breed, and with whom. Some offspring mate with the Mer to keep the bloodline from degenerating, while some maintain the pure blood. The elders decide who among the family shall be gifted with true heir offspring. Many young Basqorjn take issue with this fact, as their nature tempts them to betray the family to fulfill their biological drive. In the end, the youth quash such selfish notions. They bow to the family’s needs first, as they are nothing on their own. What could a single, nameless, Yaun-Teel ever accomplish?
The Basqorjn own many slaves, and produce high volumes of gemstones and precious metals. Despite their draconian family laws, they’ve remained highly productive for many generations. The tight control of the family, and the large number of slaves, allows the core family to live in luxury. A Basqorjn is nothing without faith in the family, and the family repays dedication in gold.
“Mom?” said a young, nervous, male Yaun-Teel.
“It’s going to be okay, Tameryh. Remember, we never fail to fulfill our promises. Just like our contracts,” said the boy’s mother.
“But will I still get to see you?” asked Tameryh as his face turned red.
“You, and me? We don’t matter. What matters is the greatest gift that you have. Basqorjn, your family name. Wear it with pride, my son. Whatever you do, you do in service of the great house. Generation after generation of devoted Yaun-Teel fought to give this name power. Never take their sacrifice in vain,” she said holding him close.
“But what about you?” he said, still fighting back the tears.
“Don’t think of yourself. That temptation leads to the greatest of sins. You may feel pain, but do not let that bring shame upon the house. If you do shame the house, pray you can resolve your debt,” she said.
A voice shouted from outside the room, “Myra, it’s time.”
Myra looked down at Tameryh and smiled.
“Little Tam… Don’t forget everything you’ve learned. I must settle my debts,” she said as the hugged him one last time.
Myra left the room, and Tameryh followed her out of the room. He swam as close to her as he could, but he stopped as the elder appeared. He didn’t dare interrupt.
The elder stood tall and strong despite his age. Adorned in clothes with golden trim, wearing three thick golden chains with the house symbol, a golden eel around the perimeter of a circle with a blood drop in the center, hanging down on his chest.
“You will serve the southern scholars well, Myra. You will do as you’re told, and treat their word as mine. You shall no longer be Myra of Basqorjn, though you still carry the reputation of this house. Should I hear any word of dissatisfaction from them, Tameryh will be stripped of his name too,” he said with a stern voice.
Myra turned pale at his remark, but nodded meekly.
“Good,” said the elder. He turned to Tameryh and continued, “ah there’s the boy. You, honor your mother’s sacrifice. Even with her mistake, she settled her debt with the house. It’s a good lesson, lad,” he said in a sterile tone.
Tameryh meekly said, “Yes Elder Molka, thank you sir,” but couldn’t help but frown as the tears started coming back.
“Shh, hush now, Little Tam,” said Myra.
“Blodusk, take the boy,” said Elder Molka.
From around the corner, a large adult male Yaun-Teel swam up and grabbed Tameryh by the arm. Tameryh wanted to fight. Tameryh wanted to scream loud enough for the vastness to hear him. He knew too well that his selfish actions would only hurt his mother. Tameryh knew the house came first. He submitted completely, and looked away from his mother as Blodusk dragged him from the room.
Blodusk frightened Tameryh. The strongest Yaun-Teel of House Basqorjn who served as Elder Molka’s Thane. Beyond simply securing the properties of the Basqorjn clan, he also acted at the Elder’s right hand in disciplinary matters.
Tameryh sat in a room, looking down at the floor. Blodusk shut the entrance and stood inside, looking down at him.
“She held great status here once. Then you came along. Her great temptation! Ha! Myra of all people,” he said with a wicked look on his face.
“Oh yeah, you probably don’t understand the full story yet. Let’s just say she wanted to serve herself first,” said Blodusk.
“Who are you serving by telling me this story?” asked Tameryh as he raised up his head.
Blodusk rushed forward, grabbing Tameryh by the head.
“Listen here you little unintended trash! I’m telling you what you need to hear,” said Blodusk with anger in his voice.
Tameryh’s eyes drifted back down, his shoulders slumped, and he submitted completely again.
“Sorry sir. Thank you for sharing your experience with me,” said Tameryh.
“That’s more like it,” said Blodusk as he released Tameryh.
“You see, she never asked permission. A fine young Yaun-Teel caught her eye, and wouldn’t you know it. Myra couldn’t keep herself in check. My, oh my, she was a profitable one too. We can’t have her going against the family serving only herself. That kind of tarnish takes years to remove,” said Blodusk.
“Now what to do with you. I wonder if the elder will buck tradition and throw you in the slave pens anyway. We don’t need some no-skilled kid smearing the family name,” said Blodusk with a wicked grin.
Tameryh grew pale at the thought of a lifetime of hard labor.
“Oh, did I say something you didn’t like?” said Blodusk watching Tameryh’s reaction.
“You think you’re too good for mining then eh? Too good for swimming down to the deep blackness? Who knows what monsters lurk out there in The Hole. They say it goes down for miles. If the foreman doesn’t get enough out of you, he’ll send you straight up to the vastness!,” laughed Blodusk.
Tameryh kept looking down, just hoping someone or something would stop Blodusk from talking.
“Maybe we’ll just feed you to the sharks, boy! Ah ha ha ha!” laughed Blodusk.
Tameryh stopped responding and sat silently, yearning to leave this place forever.
Blodusk pulled out a short dagger and began grooming his claws. For Tameryh, time slowed to a crawl. After his mother’s depature, he couldn’t fathom what future awaited him. His sorrow was soon replaced with hollow despair.
Tameryh thought back to his earliest memories with him mom. The elders kept Tameryh from formal education with the rest of the children, as “unintended trash,” should not mix with the house. Myra took complete responsibility for Tameryh instead. While she had originally been a profitable hunter, traveling from town to town in her youth, she was reduced to a mere servant.
Tameryh thought about the many lessons Myra shared with him as they explored the kelp forests…
Myra said, “Listen. You may not hear it with your ears, little Tam, but you will feel it in your soul.”
Tameryh turned his head and said, “What is that supposed to mean, mom?”
Myra brought her hands up and gently brushed the nearby kelp. She looked back and smiled down at Tameryh.
“When you know how to dance with the currents, converse with the waters, and listen to the flora, then you may learn their secrets,” she said as she began to fade from view.
“What?! Where did you go!?” shouted Tameryh as his mother disappeared into the kelp right in front of him. To him, she appeared to merge with the plants completely.
Tameryh felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around.
Myra said, “Over here, silly little Tam.”
“Wow! How’d you do that!” asked Tameryh.
Myra smiled, patted Tameryh on the head, and said, “Well first you need to master the other little tricks I taught you little Tam.”
With a huff, Tameryh crossed his arms and said, “oh fine! Then will you teach me that trick?”
Myra nodded and smiled.
With that, Tameryh brought his hands together and chanted. A few minutes later, his hands gave off a minor glow.
“Good! Now, try moving the light on to this,” said Myra pointing at her necklace. She continued, “If you can, I’ll let you keep it!”
Myra handed Tameryh the necklace with a smile.
“Oh really!” exclaimed Tameryh.
He redoubled his efforts trying to cast the magical glow upon the object for the rest of the day. By the time they went home, the necklace glowed, not very brightly, but it certainly glowed. Tameryh brimmed with pride.
Tameryh thought of all the little tricks his mother taught him as he looked down at the necklace. Once he learned how to create magical light, he learned minor healing magic, and even learned to speak with lesser evolved life.
Tameryh clutched the necklace in his hand once more. It was a bronze version of the house sigil. The necklace was rough, scratched, and not as pristine as the elder’s golden one.
After a short while, a voice commanded, “Tameryh, come.”
Blodusk opened the hatch, and gestured for Tameryh to leave. Tameryh swam out of the room and stood before the elder.
Elder Molka said, “Good. You’ll continue on serving the house in your mother’s place. You are Yaun-Teel, and I expect you to fulfill these duties as any Yaun-Teel would. Report to House Master Gimbould immediately. You will help cook, clean, convey messages, make deliveries, and anything else he requests. Is that understood?”
Tameryh bowed his head and said, “Thank you for this opportunity. I will speak with Gimbould at once.”
“You will be relocating to the servants quarters tonight,” continued Elder Molka.
“Ah HA! Not heading down to the hole? Tis a shame” snickered Blodusk.
Tameryh looked down without responding.
“You. Speak when you are spoken to boy!” demanded Blodusk.
“Yes, sir,” replied Tameryh with a flat affect.
“Good,” said Elder Molka as he nodded towards Blodusk grimly, and left the room.
“Oh what’s this little trinket? Now that you are formally serving the house, you can’t be wearing it” said Blodusk as he ripped the necklace from Tameryh’s neck. Tameryh’s eyes went wide, and his face turned red.
“Oh this was your mother’s? You realize it’s not within her authority to bequeath this to you, or anyone. You probably think this was her property. No. This symbol means she’s recognized as a Basqorjn huntress. You. You are no hunter. You are barely Basqorjn. She isn’t even Basqorjn now!” shouted Blodusk
Blodusk started laughing as he stuck the necklace in his pocket. Tameryh charged at him.
Tameryh felt Blodusk’s full strength in a solid backhand to his face. Tameryh’s head snapped backwards as he sank to the ground. Blodusk looked down on him and laughed, as a trail of blood floated upwards.
“Don’t fool yourself, boy. You think this is yours? You think you’re entitled to it because she gave it to you? Damn it, fool. You shouldn’t even be alive,” he said as Blodusk picked up Tameryh by the throat.
“You. You were her mistake, he was her temptation. Damn them both,” hissed Blodusk as he threw Tameryh back down.
Tameryh took a few minutes, but finally collected himself. Anger, hate, and despair swelled in him as he knew he was helpless to change anything.