Previously, in a Wicked Age...
...the solemnization of treaty between two neighboring principalities, negotiated in the face of brutality and assassination, doomed...
...a baby's birth, heralded by prophets, written of in antique books, forseen by the wise...
...a troupe of musicians for hire, one of whom is a burglar and a cutpurse...
...the celebration of a day sacred to the city's chief cult...
Starring:
Drahn Skrallguard, in this year serving as Captain of the Bloodied Empire. Quite a bit younger than when we last saw him, this Drahn trades in his stench for authority and his stoop for stature. He's most recently visited the City for these historic negotiations...though his main goal is victory for the Bloodied Empire.
Astrid Morningstar, a Moral Paragon charged with protecting Mother Kurig and her holy baby. Her pale complexion stands out against the tanned citizens of the City on the Salt Flats, and her hair is tied up in a manner universally declared, "severe."
Twinkles "the Brown," drummer for the (in)famous traveling band, the Ragamuffins. As the "bad boy" of the group, Twinkles enjoyed his fame, despite the fact that it imposed significant difficulties on his abilities to Blend In. When he hears word of a magical baby born in the City on the Salt Flats, he becomes convinced that this particular skin-and-bone may possess the ability to ring a note so powerful, it would bring the strongest man to his knees.
Zanzibar, leader of the City's cult exalting Dav Quaylad. A man of singular ambition, Zanzibar leads the Cult of Ladar Dav Saints in bettering the City...with some returns, of course. The holiest of days has arrived, and Zanzibar's ears have heard whispers of a baby born among circumstances matching several prophesies...
There's a lot going on in the City on the Salt Flats.
The long and devastating war between the Bloodied Empire (the Bloods), and the Crippled King's forces (The Cripps) has come to an uneasy pause. Leaders from the two nations intend to host treaty negotiations in a neutral location, and no other place better fit than the Salt Flat City.
Coincidentally enough, the night of the negotiations also happens to be the festival of the City's chief religion. The central plaza is filled to bursting with a crowd listening to Zanzibar's sermon. The cult leader notices the mother and her guard, Astrid, and singles the group out in an attempt to get the baby onto the stage.
Drahn sees his chance and takes the stage, distracting the man long enough for Astrid, the mother, and another to leave, unseen. Drahn confronts the priest, who offers him a Favor to just...let him go, which he does.
Meanwhile, Twinkles "the Brown" is waiting for the right moment. He's gotten so close to the baby, and when Drahn storms the stage it's too close to divine to ignore. Keeping his eyes on the prize, Twinkles follows Astrid and company through the crowd...
Until the bodyguard cuts through a butcher shop. A devout vegetarian, Twinkles is knocked out by a side of beef.
Astrid leads Mother Kurig to a nunnery, aware that the safest place for a women is often among women. Kurig has heard whispers about a holy baby, but surely they couldn't mean her child. So what if the birth had taken place during a significant moment?
Twinkles wakes up and takes a minute to think about his life. The Ragamuffins were famous all across the world at one point (at least as much of the world as was known). As the drummer he was always seeking better beats, deeper rhythms, more powerful sounds. And for what? Maybe he needed to seek a meaningful purpose...
Zanzibar meets Twinkles as he's attempting to sneak into the cult's temple. When the musician offers to join the LDS, Zanzibar recognizes the usefulness his fame would bring the religion. Not ashamed of taking advantage of a broken man, Zanzibar promotes Twinkles to the highest echelons of the organization, so long as he brings Zanzibar...the baby.
Of course! Such a coincidence could only be arranged by a higher power! Twinkles discerns the trail of the mother and makes his way to the nunnery. Drahn, with negotiations on hold, has resorted to seeking the musician in an attempt to expose him as the criminal he is.
They wind up at the nunnery at roughly the same time, where they meet Astrid. After she dispatches a nun to catch the city guard, Twinkles insults her. In response, she punches him in the mouth and Drahn knocks him out with a swift kick to the back of the head. He and Astrid exchange awkward hellos and explanations for their respective involvement with this famous drummer, and part ways.
While the others are involved in baby shenanigans, Zanzibar makes his move. Twelve elders of the LDS depart their temple in the night and deliver quick, surgical assassinations to the ranks of the Bloods, the Cripps, and the City leadership. With most of the citizenry drunk from the festival, the entire region breaks into chaos. Where it not for the Cult of Ladar Dav Saints, the Festival of Quaylad would have marked the end of the City.
Astrid becomes separated from Kurig and the baby during the chaos, and crosses paths with Twinkles. Experiencing something of a mental break, the musician overpowers the already-exhausted bodyguard and learns the location of the baby. Unfortunately, the crowds are such that, by the time he reaches the nunnery, the mother has already left...
Drahn makes his way back to the Bloods camp and convinces his soldiers to follow him to the real cause: Zanzibar and the LDS. The fighters storm the temple...only to be greeted and granted entry by the priest himself. Drahn enters and listens to the man's offer: a position in the priest's new government, in return for unfailing loyalty.
Well, Drahn thought...so long as he didn't question his position as second-in-command, he figured things were pretty fine.
Things for Twinkles "the Brown," though, were decidedly not fine.
First, his band had gotten the sick gig to play the LDS festival. Then, he'd caught wind of the magic baby, and thought, how hard would it be to steal a freakin' baby? Then, after his new religious awakening, he'd become convinced of the realness of it all, how it was all connected.
Then the gig had been interrupted. And the baby's bodyguard had outwitted him. Then, when everything had aligned, it wound up he'd wasted his time anyway.
Now he was back in the tavern where he'd beaten the information out of the bodyguard. He looked at himself in the mirror, thinking about all the time he'd wasted.
He could hardly remember what had originally convinced him of the baby's potential as a drum. All in the pursuit of some ultimate power.
The Brown Note, he'd called it. Named after himself, of course.
After himself...
Maybe that was it.
Maybe Twinkles "the Brown" was the real "Brown Note" all along...
It all made sense. He knew what he had to do.
Twinkles the Brown gouged out his rib and cracked the mirror. The impact rang out in a note so pure, it reverberated throughout Twinkles' being. He did more than hear the note. He did more than feel the note.
He became the note, for only the briefest of moments.
And then promptly shit his pants and passed out.
***
Astrid Morningstar comes to with a foul stench in her nose. Her last memory was of fists raining down on her face as a man shouted questions at her. Strange, to say the least. When she stands up, she sees the drummer for the world-famous bard troupe, the Ragamuffins, passed out on the floor, missing a rib and smelling like a latrine.
And with that, Astrid left the City on the Salt Flats, convinced it really wasn't such a great work environment after all...
...to be continued...
Wizzie
George O'Hallohan
Astrid Morningstar
Drahn Skrallguard
Twinkles the Brown
Astrid Morningstar
Twinkles the Brown
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