The Heavenly Host

The god had a slight grin on his face. While he never admitted it, Beragamos had a suspicion that the god worked to purposefully trap him in his eyes. Simply because he knew how much it bothered the archon.

“INDEED, BERAGAMOS. APPROACH!” the god intoned.

Beragamos moved forward to stand at the foot of his god and peered upward, working to avoid the deity’s terrible gaze.

“WHAT IS THE NEWS ON THIS ASTLANIAN EVENT?”

“Thanks to Saint Hilda of Rivenrock’s excellent intelligence-gathering, we have determined that the demon who broke into and intercepted our illumination streams is known as Lord Tommus. In addition to stealing your mana and kidnapping your Knight Rampant, Talarius, he has apparently managed to restart Mount Doom in the Abyss and is now making connections to orc tribes on the material planes.”

“HE RESTARTED MOUNT DOOM?”

“Yes, my god.” Beragamos nodded.

“WOULD THAT NOT REQUIRE THE WAND?”

“From the accounts of witnesses interviewed by Saint Hilda, when Lord Tommus came through the portal to retrieve his minions from Murgatroy, he had a rod. The witnesses’ descriptions of this rod match that of the wand,” Beragamos said.

“HOW DID WE GET THESE WITNESS ACCOUNTS?”

“Saint Hilda traveled to Murgatroy with Saint Stevos Delastros and the priest that alerted us, Teragdor. There, they went to the wargtown, where the D’Orcs and orcs had stabled their D’Wargs.”

“ORCS WERE WILLING TO TALK TO AN AVATAR OF OURS?”

“Well, they did not know she was an avatar. She has been working undercover, pretending to be human. The priest led them to the wargtown, where the wargmaster was dismissive, but she bested him in short combat and then bought several rounds of drinks for the orcs in town to get their stories.”

Tiernon chuckled like thunder in a cloudless sky. “I LIKE THE SOUND OF THIS SAINT. I WILL NEED TO MEET HER.”

“Of course, Your Godship.” Beragamos was sure Hilda would not be quite so thrilled with the invitation; she was very low-key, and very smart. While some younger saints were foolish enough to long for their god’s attention, Hilda struck Beragamos as someone wise enough to know better.

“SO WHERE WAS THE WAND?”

“This was not clear, Your Godship. Sentir Fallon reported that it had disappeared at the time that Orcus’s body was dissolved by Excrathadorus Mortis. We have always assumed that it was so tightly linked to the demon prince that the magic of the blade destroyed it as well,” Beragamos said.

Tiernon sat silently for a few moments, thinking. “YES, I RECALL SENTIR FALLON’S ACCOUNT. APPARENTLY IT DID NOT DISSOLVE.”

“Clearly. It must have faded back to the Abyss, similar to how demons do,” Beragamos suggested.

“AND NO ONE NOTICED IT UNTIL NOW?”

“I would guess, and this is only a guess, that the D’Orcs retrieved it and guarded it until the prophesied return of Orcus.”

“PROPHESIED?”

Crap! The eyes! Beragamos blinked as he came back from being lost in the god’s stare once again. He shook his head and tried to continue. “Yes, My Lord. According to the orcs in the wargtown, there is, or was, an old prophecy made one hundred years after Orcus’s death. It was made in Etterdam by an orc shaman named Tiss-Arog-Dal,” Beragamos replied.

“A PROPHECY MADE BY A SHAMAN REGARDING A DEAD DEMON?”

Beragamos nodded.

“A TRUE PROPHECY REQUIRES DEIFIC GUIDANCE, PARTICULARLY FOR SOMETHING OVER SUCH A LONG TIME PERIOD. WHAT DEITY WOULD SUPERVISE A DEMON PROPHECY?”

“We have debated this issue, and found no answer.”

“DID WE KNOW OF THIS PROPHECY?”

“Not that I have been able to determine, my god. To be fair, if any churchman in Etterdam had heard of it, he would have likely dismissed it due to the lack of any discernable deific presence.”

Tiernon nodded, being careful not to make eye contact with Beragamos. He closed his eyes for a few minutes, thinking. “TIS-AROG-DAL.” The god reached up and rubbed his jaw. “BEFORE SUMMONING YOU, I REVIEWED YOUR REPORT ON THE EVENTS NEAR FREEHOLD.” Beragamos nodded. “YOU ARE SURE IT IS THE SAME DEMON?”

“The probabilities are such that anything else is very unlikely. First, the demon in Freehold went by the name Tom; the demon described by the orcs in Murgatroy is Tommus. Assuming one had the Wand of Orcus, it would still take tremendous energy to reignite the volcano. It would take, literally, a miracle. And that is essentially what he stole from you,” Beragamos explained.

Tiernon closed his eyes in thought, or perhaps Seeing. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again. “IN THE REPORT, YOU SAID THE DEMON HAD SERVANT DEMONS WITH HIM?”

“Yes, Your Godship.”

“DESCRIBE THEM TO ME IF YOU CAN.”

Beragamos nodded, thankful to Hilda for retrieving that balling. “There was a smaller version of the Tommus demon, identical but smaller. There was another small demon that wore clothes and had a musical instrument, like a bard.” Tiernon nodded. “The last one was another fiend, probably second order. Rather weird: splotchy green, four human arms, four human legs. Non-standard wings, more like a fairy’s or something.”