Paul Kuliniewicz » Appendix A http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog After all, it could only cost you your life, and you got that for free. Mon, 28 Jan 2013 03:25:49 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.5 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/ Appendix A: Appendix C: Markov Could Write Better Than You http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/12/03/appendix-a-appendix-c-markov-could-write-better-than-you/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/12/03/appendix-a-appendix-c-markov-could-write-better-than-you/#comments Wed, 03 Dec 2008 12:00:34 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1097 A Markov text generator takes as input a bunch of text and outputs random text that statistically “looks like” the input text. The generator chooses the next word to output based only on the previous n words that were output, matching the probability distribution found in the input text when the previous n words appear.

For no good reason, I wrote a quick-and-dirty Markov text generator and fed Appendix A into it. I’ve found that having it look at the previous 2 words works best; with just 1 word, the output tends to be gibberish, and with 3 or more words, it starts lifting entire sentences wholesale. Apparently having 3 words in a row is often sufficient to uniquely identify a point in the story.

My code is quick-and-dirty enough that it considers a “word” to be anything separated by whitespace, so “foo”, “foo,”, and “foo.” are considered three different words. Treating punctuation specially is problematic because of the difficulty in distinguishing between single-quote-used-as-apostrophe and single-quote-used-as-quotation-mark. That explains why mismatched quotes are a problem with my generated output.

Anyway, here’s a 1,667+-word bonus chapter generated by my Markov text generator, with n=2. I like to think the chapters I wrote are marginally better than this:


Between the clouds of smoke damage from the Independent Principality of Doomhammer.

Roland stepped into the hall.

“‘These days’?” Roland asked. “The Order does not understand why some people would skip out early before the Demon King should’ve been more specific,” Anna replied. “The knights have orders to stay in the windows were in the expected places. Its brown hair had been removed, revealing a ladder and towards what Anna had apparently been put together using whatever would fit. Roland lowered his voice. “Tantrums about on which side of it was actually going to say we violated the agreement, and now the nine of spades.

“I understand. Now, think carefully. Tell me everything you have, everything you know? You’re not going into this I couldn’t pass up the key to understanding the true power of the block and comes this way?”

“No,” Roland signed, chiding himself for having expected Mattias to actually have a couple towns near Doomhammer, but we’re stuck here on defense.”

“Gentlemen, please,” the man answered reluctantly. “Though I shall succeed where he sat. But would they be following us anyway? That guy, what was left of Castle Helioth, and to either side of the guards standing in the morning sun.

Suddenly, Anna lifted herself off of it. Maybe both. Say, was I right about what he looked like, but I’m staying at the Iron Flagon except under his weight. The upstairs hall was dark and grimy. He counted eight doors, and paced slowly down the hallway as we speak. But here’s what we have, and we’re going to survive that. If he does, the worst may still exist, and that whoever I summon is usually really angry by the reception. “I apologize for that. It’s a bit more awake, he noticed something out of whack. Anna was pointing and saw he was pulling you behind me, isn’t he?” Derek finished.

After a pause, he added, pointing towards the wall for a few seconds, Roland heard a crash somewhere, and the altar, and thought that the seal of the Lantarian army is probably waiting along the top card is still the top card, stared at the floor had been given.

“Yes,” Roland said, struggling to hide here. At least half of the Lady ought to be. Normal people don’t abduct children, and normal people definitely don’t fight you directly! Wreck their economy, burn down their villages, and soon fell asleep without even touching the cards. Roland doubted he would be a liability for what he was going to get back onto the bar, and someone had been correct; at the rear, keeping one hand and map to tell him.”

“You’re not aware of what had already done more than one performer could be killed by a master scribe. Roland still couldn’t read it at first, but from this angle they looked more closely. “They look fine to me.”

“Someplace where you’ll be able to land a single step. The room he found four swords pointed at him. The one time someone got close to him, he patted the cloak covering the light atop its torch.

“What happened back there I got sick to my stomach from whatever slop they were in suddenly widened, and Roland followed. “So if we waited until the very least, it took to be something that weighs heavily on your part, I will riffle through this perfectly ordinary clothes underneath.

The cloud lunged towards Roland. “Welcome to Castle Helioth.

“This is where we want to fight it off.”

“Somehow I doubt there’s going to pick me out a way to put much effort towards marketing.

“These cards are all very noble and idealistic, and I assisted her in rescuing him. I then brought the cards until he came as fast as we can, we should come to think all that time spent scraping away at the end of the stars. In practice, at any given time. It was definitely a head. Two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a perfectly good one back in town.”

“Well, we’re here,” he added wistfully.

“What things?” Roland asked.

Roland shook his head. “I’m still going to be increasingly eager to go in there and saw her extinguish her torch upward. “It looks like it’s closed.”

“You know, street performing. People do it in front of her. She swallowed nervously. “I suppose now you need anything for tonight.”

Roland could notice, Anna had been able to carry out. Roland took another half step forward finally brought Roland up and nodded to the next town. It’s just like how a gold suit of armor. Unfortunately, that was because one of the kingdom, they could usually be found in the right direction.

“Except that we was being needlessly paranoid. But if I happen to be focusing intently on the far wall. Sunrise already, yet it felt like freezing cold air. The crowd cheered their exit, and they don’t want to have me let you stay in bed for VIPs was ostensibly the “good” bed in the cell, along with a measured pace, walked up the stairs, he descended to the audience. They applauded, and more emphatic as he hadn’t lit either ever since we left Blackstone,” he answered. “Await here for a few of the room. Roland followed the group was just wide enough to call more to follow the same way that the head of the kingdom, the shrines were built as an afterthought, arriving only after Telerand had disintegrated after the fire. “You’re awfully glib about what to make trouble, but as he was surrounded by the Lady under difficult circumstances these past few weeks.”

The cheer from the deck and held it between the shops wherever possible, sometimes a soldier would fight to the main avenue thinning out a heavy sigh. As he slowly paced back and forth in front of the table said as though we were facing back then.”

Roland’s feet slid on the counter. “Your room is number 203, up the rest of the deck until the very least it didn’t need to go, because of its mind when I was kind of black smoke rose straight up from the door to the wizard intoned as Derek struck the last three deals!” the man with the village’s governor suddenly ceased. The kingdom would then send an army to fight our knights at all! Everyone knows it won’t, but orders are orders. Besides, even the slightest sign of smoke and the number with his other hand.

“I lied.” Roland looked more like a cage, trapping him metaphorically in the other.

“You don’t understand,” Anna said.

With the helmet removed, Roland saw that the Lantarians are preparing for a ring of keys. He then turned and, nodding quickly to the next person for their account.”

—-

“No, sir,” the acolyte asked.

“Hopefully it won’t come to places like this is what’s going to play fair?”

“That was incredibly brave thing you did back there, challenging the Demon King would be unwise to go up, so I suppose it’s all for now.”

“Can we stop for a few hours, it didn’t need to know how else she was standing at the time you need to light the paper on fire, preventing it from him before the guard went limp.

Dalton turned and walked around to the floor, and saw the hand of the kingdom, the bottom of the entrace to the folded cloak. With a flick of his head, and charged at him, as though someone had been in the two of them slipping away.

Anna considered this. “Fair enough. But that’s not what I heard something from her cheek. “When it was increasingly unable to support.

This time it was the armies struggled against one of our lower-tier rooms on the ground and looked up from it moments before the peasant could react, and dumped it over to see what any of the four suspected bodyguards pairing off and sitting next to Roland’s, where a particularly evil tree and his watering eyes, he had awoken in the same positions as before.

Roland assumed the guard was eying him, but it seemed like a good thing we did. None of us might by lying?” Roland asked.

“But at least wait until morning?”

Roland explained about the walls, but the only one who owes me. Anyway, next time you’re in the guest room. “I haven’t quite figured out how to play, but didn’t see any nice way to the guards, pointing at Roland. “Not that he wasn’t much looking forward to the side slightly.

The guard gestured towards the edge of the little extra time to catch them doing something about the coming war, and was turning to Anna below him, “we need to return to Castle Telerand to be enjoying it more difficult than I thought! Walls of fire, wow, that was the first place. Roland was at least one of the trick is to keep at least have washed it before wearing it, but could only come up with a couple standard devotional prayers for good measure. Taking care of myself.” She looked at Roland and Dalton stared at him with both hands. If he had rarely seen, at least start leaving each other and start working together,” a voice said from behind the table and Roland, he couldn’t delay in eating something or changing into a panic about the extra weight in the forest.”

“And you wish to exit.”

Roland passed the pair of heavy wooden cabinets with locks on the floor boards it would be much appreciated. You can accompany me that he was eating.

The other knight replied. “They’ve ordered a regiment from here to save their money for ale.

“Hopefully it won’t come to places like this is something far greater than the classic sword and shield combination. He understood the symbolism was that on that belief? To be honest with himself, he was going to stay down here to fortify defenses and to repel the inevitable second, third, or even fourth attempt to strike against another, things would peter out once one side was overwhelmed and falling like so many others had before. In his wisdom, he reached out to mine, someone like… you, sir, in the middle of the Lady under difficult circumstances these past few weeks.”


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Appendix A: Appendix B: Lost in the Cloud http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/12/02/appendix-a-appendix-b-lost-in-the-cloud/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/12/02/appendix-a-appendix-b-lost-in-the-cloud/#comments Tue, 02 Dec 2008 12:00:13 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1089 For those of you too lazy to read all 30 chapters of Appendix A, here’s the word cloud version. The size of each word is proportional to the number of times it appears in the story, using a logarithmic scale. Each 4-point increase in font size roughly corresponds to a doubling in how many times that word appears.

Word cloud for Appendix A.

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Appendix A: Appendix A: Breaking the Valfeas Cipher http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/12/01/appendix-a-appendix-a-breaking-the-valfeas-cipher/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/12/01/appendix-a-appendix-a-breaking-the-valfeas-cipher/#comments Mon, 01 Dec 2008 12:00:22 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1069 In a couple sections of the story, Roland came across written passages he didn’t know how to read, such as this one from Chapter 11:

Cotomujnubyat og mitp. Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg “huhu pi u gefxdoqw” oqq losa blu kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik. Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug “hupyq jijrj” oky vaa. Ivu qoq glaec “niqex riqex” ab “opkiqoxuzbo” ak “gniiulyjv igdeckihu” eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.

Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc. Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux. Mev nvub ehi jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr? Gaag didg rinik ikja asyjn? Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok? O rbaqigu kvub yk duv. Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai. Ufx soqkocoif.

As you may have suspected, these passages are not gibberish, but rather are encrypted text. This appendix will walk you through how to break the encryption and see what it really says. Naturally, if you want to try your hand at it first, stop reading right now.

First, you might suspect that since I have been known to solve in my head the cryptograms you’ll find in the puzzles section of the newspaper, I might have been tricky and used something more sophisticated than a mere monoalphabetic substitution cipher. But how to check? Using the index of coincidence.

The index of coincidence is a value computed from the relative frequency of each letter, and is unaffected by monoalphabetic substitution. Normal English text tends to have an IC of about 1.73. The unencrypted bulk of the story has an IC of 1.70586, which gives good statistical evidence that I wrote it in English. The IC of the encrypted passage above, however, is 1.31393, suggesting something else is in play.

From eyeballing the ciphertext, capitalization and sentence structure was presumably unaffected, so some kind of letter-based substitution cipher is probably in use. A polyalphabetic substitution cipher, perhaps? That’s like a monoalphabetic one, except there’s more than one encrypted alphabet: each successive letter is encrypted with a different key, and the keys cycle after they’ve all been used.

In other words, every nth letter will have been encrypted the same way. Let’s try different values of n, computing the IC of each alphabet. If we guess correctly, each of the ICs should be close to 1.73.

  1. IC = 1.31393
  2. IC1 = 1.33924, IC2 = 1.28099
  3. IC1 = 1.38043, IC2 = 1.31701, IC3 = 1.31579
  4. IC1 = 1.29462, IC2 = 1.20000, IC3 = 1.37243, IC4 = 1.26133
  5. IC1 = 1.57006, IC2 = 1.91897, IC3 = 1.66378, IC4 = 1.77629, IC5 = 1.77629
  6. IC1 = 1.50000, IC2 = 1.20874, IC3 = 1.23301, IC4 = 1.34466, IC5 = 1.41557, IC6 = 1.37103

If n = 5, the ICs are much closer to 1.73 than the others we’ve tried, suggesting we have a polyalphabetic substitution cipher using five keys.

Let’s give it a try:

                     .
Cotomujnubyat og mitp.  Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju
1234512345123 45 1234   51234 512 34 5123451234 51234 51 234512
 
                              "                  "
vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg "huhu pi u gefxdoqw" oqq losa blu
345123 451 2345123 45 1234512  3451 23 4 51234512  345 1234 512
 
                                .                     -       "
kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik.  Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug "hupyq
34512345 123451 234 51 234 51234   512345123451 234 51 234512  34512
 
     "        .                "           "    "           "
jijrj" oky vaa.  Ivu qoq glaec "niqex riqex" ab "opkiqoxuzbo" ak
34512  345 123   451 234 51234  51234 51234  51  23451234512  34
 
"                   "                              ,
"gniiulyjv igdeckihu" eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk
 512345123 451234512  34512 345 12 3451 23 451 2345  1234 51 234512
 
                                .
acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.
34512 3451 2345123 4512 34 51234
 
 
 
       ,                                                          .
Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc.
5123451  2345 12345 123 45 12 345123451 2345123 4512 3451234 51234
 
                            ,                  .
Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux.  Mev nvub ehi
512 34512345 1234512 34 5123  451 23 4512345123   451 2345 123
 
      ,                                       ?
jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr?  Gaag didg rinik
451234  51 234 51234 5123451 23 45 12345123451   2345 1234 51234
 
          ?                                 ,
ikja asyjn?  Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd
5123 45123   451 2 345123 45 1234 51 2345123  45 1234 51234 5123451
 
                                                           ?
oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok?  O
234 512 345123 45 12345 123 4512 345 12 345 1234 51 2345123   4
 
                   .
rbaqigu kvub yk duv.  Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py
5123451 2345 12 345   1234 5123451 23451 23451 23 451234 51 23
 
                         .               .
utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai.  Ufx soqkocoif.
451234512345 12 3451 2345   123 451234512
 
 
 
P  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
1
2
3
4
5

Under each ciphertext letter is the number of the alphabet it belongs to. “E” in alphabet 3 will probably decrypt to something different than “E” in alphabet 2, but every “E” in alphabet 3 will decrypt the same way. There’s room above to write our trial decryption, and at the very bottom is the key we’ve recovered for each alphabet, with the plaintext alphabet at the top.

Where to start? Look for words in the ciphertext that we can safely guess the decryption of, and try it out. “E”/2 is probably “I”, and “u”/4 is probably “a”. If you were smart you’d recognize that “O”/4 would be “I” and not “A”, since we’re already guessing that “u”/4 decrypts to “a”. (Unfortunately, I was not that smart when breaking it myself.) Also, from the context in which the passage appears in Chapter 11, it’s a good guess that “Valfeas” appears somewhere. It’s either “Niniryb”/5123451 or “Vonmuok”/2345123, as those are the only two capitalized seven-letter words. We’ll guess it’s the latter, since the former would mean “r”/4 becomes “e”, and there’s very few “r”/4 in the ciphertext whereas “e” is very common.

Making those substitutions, we get:

 a  fe  a            .                                   a
Cotomujnubyat og mitp.  Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju
1234512345123 45 1234   51234 512 34 5123451234 51234 51 234512
 
 a       e a                  " a e    a         " a    a
vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg "huhu pi u gefxdoqw" oqq losa blu
345123 451 2345123 45 1234512  3451 23 4 51234512  345 1234 512
 
sa                              .     a         a     - al e  " a
kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik.  Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug "hupyq
34512345 123451 234 51 234 51234   512345123451 234 51 234512  34512
 
     " a      .    e  a        "           "    "a    a a  a"
jijrj" oky vaa.  Ivu qoq glaec "niqex riqex" ab "opkiqoxuzbo" ak
34512  345 123   451 234 51234  51234 51234  51  23451234512  34
 
"    a        i     "               l e i    e  a  ,  i
"gniiulyjv igdeckihu" eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk
 512345123 451234512  34512 345 12 3451 23 451 2345  1234 51 234512
 
o  e               l    a    i  .
acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.
34512 3451 2345123 4512 34 51234
 
 
 
       ,   a   a     a          f     e       s      al ea     is .
Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc.
5123451  2345 12345 123 45 12 345123451 2345123 4512 3451234 51234
 
                          is, a   is    is     .        a
Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux.  Mev nvub ehi
512 34512345 1234512 34 5123  451 23 4512345123   451 2345 123
 
      ,                             a     a   ?
jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr?  Gaag didg rinik
451234  51 234 51234 5123451 23 45 12345123451   2345 1234 51234
 
          ?      I            i l    a      ,      a
ikja asyjn?  Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd
5123 45123   451 2 345123 45 1234 51 2345123  45 1234 51234 5123451
 
a                                            i l    Valfeas?
oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok?  O
234 512 345123 45 12345 123 4512 345 12 345 1234 51 2345123   4
 
      e   a      a .                 a       e as
rbaqigu kvub yk duv.  Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py
5123451 2345 12 345   1234 5123451 23451 23451 23 451234 51 23
 
a  i                 a   .  E       a    .
utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai.  Ufx soqkocoif.
451234512345 12 3451 2345   123 451234512
 
 
 
P  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
1      U
2  O       E            V
3  O                 K
4  U          N
5       M

So far, so good. Next, see if the letters we’ve guessed suggest any more good guesses. A dictionary search comes in handy here when we have long words with a few known letters, to see how many possible choices we have. For example, we see “onjuoxy”/3451234 is “al?ea??”, which must be “already”. “cnu”/451 is “??e” and appears twice, so that’s probably “the”. Likewise, we see “acnuh/34512″ is “???e?”, and with the guess for “the”, this must be either “other” or “ether”, so “h”/2 is “r”. And yes, here’s where I noticed where “O”/4 must be “I”.

With those new substitutions:

 a ife  a     i      .                                   a y
Cotomujnubyat og mitp.  Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju
1234512345123 45 1234   51234 512 34 5123451234 51234 51 234512
 
 a     the a i     t          " a e    a    d    " a    a
vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg "huhu pi u gefxdoqw" oqq losa blu
345123 451 2345123 45 1234512  3451 23 4 51234512  345 1234 512
 
sa     h          t             .     a         a     - al e  " a
kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik.  Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug "hupyq
34512345 123451 234 51 234 51234   512345123451 234 51 234512  34512
 
  r  " a      .    e  a      t "h          "    "a    ada  a"
jijrj" oky vaa.  Ivu qoq glaec "niqex riqex" ab "opkiqoxuzbo" ak
34512  345 123   451 234 51234  51234 51234  51  23451234512  34
 
"    a        i     "               l e i  the  a  ,  i
"gniiulyjv igdeckihu" eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk
 512345123 451234512  34512 345 12 3451 23 451 2345  1234 51 234512
 
 ther              l    a    i t.
acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.
34512 3451 2345123 4512 34 51234
 
 
 
H      ,   a   a i   a          f     e       s th   already   ist.
Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc.
5123451  2345 12345 123 45 12 345123451 2345123 4512 3451234 51234
 
                          is, a   is    is    d.        a   r
Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux.  Mev nvub ehi
512 34512345 1234512 34 5123  451 23 4512345123   451 2345 123
 
      ,      t                      a i   at  ?
jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr?  Gaag didg rinik
451234  51 234 51234 5123451 23 45 12345123451   2345 1234 51234
 
          ?      I            i l    a      ,      at
ikja asyjn?  Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd
5123 45123   451 2 345123 45 1234 51 2345123  45 1234 51234 5123451
 
a       d            ir                      i l    Valfeas?  I
oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok?  O
234 512 345123 45 12345 123 4512 345 12 345 1234 51 2345123   4
 
      e   a      a .                 a       e as
rbaqigu kvub yk duv.  Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py
5123451 2345 12 345   1234 5123451 23451 23451 23 451234 51 23
 
a  i      t          a   .  E d     at   .
utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai.  Ufx soqkocoif.
451234512345 12 3451 2345   123 451234512
 
 
 
P  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
1      U
2  O       E        H   V
3  O                 K
4  U       I  N       C    Y
5       M N         J

Let’s try dictionary searches against some of the longer words. We find that “Cotomujnubyat”/1234512345123, currently “?a?ife??a????”, can only be “Manifestation”. Likewise, “opkiqoxuzbo”/23451234512, currently “a????ada??a”, can only be “abracadabra”. That gives us lots more letters:

Manifestation i    n .  T      r  n               s      any
Cotomujnubyat og mitp.  Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju
1234512345123 45 1234   51234 512 34 5123451234 51234 51 234512
 
 a i   the abi i   t  co  a   " a e    a    d  c " a    a   t
vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg "huhu pi u gefxdoqw" oqq losa blu
345123 451 2345123 45 1234512  3451 23 4 51234512  345 1234 512
 
sa     h     ar o t            r.     a t       an    - al e  " a i
kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik.  Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug "hupyq
34512345 123451 234 51 234 51234   512345123451 234 51 234512  34512
 
  r s" ar   o .    e  a    o t "h          "  r "abracadabra"  r
jijrj" oky vaa.  Ivu qoq glaec "niqex riqex" ab "opkiqoxuzbo" ak
34512  345 123   451 234 51234  51234 51234  51  23451234512  34
 
"    a is     i r   "   ti      is bl e in the  a  ,  it         c
"gniiulyjv igdeckihu" eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk
 512345123 451234512  34512 345 12 3451 23 451 2345  1234 51 234512
 
other t a      i   l    a    i t.
acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.
34512 3451 2345123 4512 34 51234
 
 
 
H     r,   at ma i  can    is   f     e ob  c s th   already   ist.
Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc.
5123451  2345 12345 123 45 12 345123451 2345123 4512 3451234 51234
 
T        n     t   s t  t is, a   is    is    d.        at  r
Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux.  Mev nvub ehi
512 34512345 1234512 34 5123  451 23 4512345123   451 2345 123
 
      ,      t     r      t        mani   at  ?                r
jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr?  Gaag didg rinik
451234  51 234 51234 5123451 23 45 12345123451   2345 1234 51234
 
a s    ist?   a  I     s      i l    an t   ,      at t   r ac
ikja asyjn?  Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd
5123 45123   451 2 345123 45 1234 51 2345123  45 1234 51234 5123451
 
a       dr   n       ir   n      b t    t    i l    Valfeas?  I
oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok?  O
234 512 345123 45 12345 123 4512 345 12 345 1234 51 2345123   4
 
 ro   e   at i   a .            a  s a   s r e as r co
rbaqigu kvub yk duv.  Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py
5123451 2345 12 345   1234 5123451 23451 23451 23 451234 51 23
 
a  i   m nt  i  t    a  a.  E d   c at   .
utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai.  Ufx soqkocoif.
451234512345 12 3451 2345   123 451234512
 
 
 
P  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
1    Q U   Y   C    B
2  O       E     A  HJ  V
3  OP           T    KN
4  U       I  N     K C    Y
5  IZ   M N         J B

If we pause now to look at our key, we notice a curious thing: vowels are only encrypting as vowels, and consonants are only encrypting as consonants! Those kinds of substitution keys result in ciphertexts that are somewhat pronounceable, in that they always have vowels in them, but it makes guessing words even easier.

Using that observation to guess that “apbyqkk”/2345123 is “objects”, “cotorococyr”/12345123451 is “manipulat??” (-ed, -es, or -or, we don’t know yet), “otiblug”/2345123 is “another”, “kyqags”/451234 is “record”, “utleirycutcg”/451234512345 is “achievements”, “ab”/51 is “or”, “ak”/34 is also “or”, “pneu”/3451 is “blue”, and “kuvrnuhn”/34512345 is “sandwich”, we get:

Manifestation is   n .  Ther   re no      e ted c se  o  anyo e
Cotomujnubyat og mitp.  Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju
1234512345123 45 1234   51234 512 34 5123451234 51234 51 234512
 
 a i   the abi it  to co  a   " a e  e a s  d  c " a   ha   the
vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg "huhu pi u gefxdoqw" oqq losa blu
345123 451 2345123 45 1234512  3451 23 4 51234512  345 1234 512
 
sandwich     ar o t o  t   e  er.     a t tion  and s - al e  " a i
kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik.  Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug "hupyq
34512345 123451 234 51 234 51234   512345123451 234 51 234512  34512
 
 ords" are  oo.  One  a  sho t "h     p    " or "abracadabra" or
jijrj" oky vaa.  Ivu qoq glaec "niqex riqex" ab "opkiqoxuzbo" ak
34512  345 123   451 234 51234  51234 51234  51  23451234512  34
 
"s  ea is  os i r  e"   til o e is blue in the  ace,  it  n  e  ect
"gniiulyjv igdeckihu" eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk
 512345123 451234512  34512 345 12 3451 23 451 2345  1234 51 234512
 
other t a  loo i   l  e a   diot.
acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.
34512 3451 2345123 4512 34 51234
 
 
 
H wever, w at ma ic can  o is i f  e ce objects th t already e ist.
Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc.
5123451  2345 12345 123 45 12 345123451 2345123 4512 3451234 51234
 
The ev dence  tt s s to this, and is   dis   ed.   u  w at  re
Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux.  Mev nvub ehi
512 34512345 1234512 34 5123  451 23 4512345123   451 2345 123
 
 e    ,     ot o  er o  ect  to  e manipulated?   o s      p wer
jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr?  Gaag didg rinik
451234  51 234 51234 5123451 23 45 12345123451   2345 1234 51234
 
a so   ist?  Ca  I i p se     i l o  another,  o   at their action
ikja asyjn?  Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd
5123 45123   451 2 345123 45 1234 51 2345123  45 1234 51234 5123451
 
ar  n t dr  en      eir  wn    l b t    t e  i l o  Valfeas?  I
oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok?  O
234 512 345123 45 12345 123 4512 345 12 345 1234 51 2345123   4
 
pro ose t at it  an.    i     r a  s a   ser e as record o
rbaqigu kvub yk duv.  Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py
5123451 2345 12 345   1234 5123451 23451 23451 23 451234 51 23
 
achievements i  t    ar a.  E d d ctat   .
utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai.  Ufx soqkocoif.
451234512345 12 3451 2345   123 451234512
 
 
 
P  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
1    QRU  LY   C    B  O
2  O   U   E  C  A  HJK VN
3  OP  I   U    TA  GKN
4  U HS    IB N  I  K C R  Y
5  IZT YM N     V R JGBE

At this point you can almost start reading fairly large fragments, making the rest of the guesswork easy enough to be left as an exercise for the reader. Going through methodically, guessing obvious words and filling in the extra letters, we eventually get:

Manifestation is bunk.  There are no documented cases of anyone
Cotomujnubyat og mitp.  Bluga ibu ti qiqevyjkis tejix at otyaju
1234512345123 45 1234   51234 512 34 5123451234 51234 51 234512
 
having the ability to command "make me a sandwich" and have the
vukyff cnu opocyky ca qahvijg "huhu pi u gefxdoqw" oqq losa blu
345123 451 2345123 45 1234512  3451 23 4 51234512  345 1234 512
 
sandwich appear out of the ether.  Incantations and so-called "magic
kuvrnuhn esqaib aec at kva yvwik.  Ojqoqbekuivd ots gi-qoncug "hupyq
34512345 123451 234 51 234 51234   512345123451 234 51 234512  34512
 
words" are too.  One can shout "hocus pocus" or "abracadabra" or
jijrj" oky vaa.  Ivu qoq glaec "niqex riqex" ab "opkiqoxuzbo" ak
34512  345 123   451 234 51234  51234 51234  51  23451234512  34
 
"squeamish ossifrage" until one is blue in the face, with no effect
"gniiulyjv igdeckihu" eqbyc aqy yj pneu et cnu zohy, geng vi uczyqk
 512345123 451234512  34512 345 12 3451 23 451 2345  1234 51 234512
 
other than looking like an idiot.
acnuh ngij caihyff nopu oq oreac.
34512 3451 2345123 4512 34 51234
 
 
 
However, what magic can do is influence objects that already exist.
Niniryb, nvub cofot qot sa yj uqmkiiqtu apbyqkk cnek onjuoxy ysekc.
5123451  2345 12345 123 45 12 345123451 2345123 4512 3451234 51234
 
The evidence attests to this, and is undisputed.  But what are
Blu iroruthy eknagvj ni blek, uvr ek evrekjevux.  Mev nvub ehi
512 34512345 1234512 34 5123  451 23 4512345123   451 2345 123
 
people, if not other objects to be manipulated?  Does such power
jyisla, ot fac avwik amrihbd ka my cotorococyr?  Gaag didg rinik
451234  51 234 51234 5123451 23 45 12345123451   2345 1234 51234
 
also exist?  Can I impose my Will on another, so that their actions
ikja asyjn?  Hij E uvriji vu Geln aj otiblug, xa vwoc bluuk iqkuivd
5123 45123   451 2 345123 45 1234 51 2345123  45 1234 51234 5123451
 
are not driven by their own Will but by the Will of Valfeas?  I
oga vik xkofut mu vwioj int Dokc peb my ngy Geln at Vonmuok?  O
234 512 345123 45 12345 123 4512 345 12 345 1234 51 2345123   4
 
propose that it can.  This journal shall serve as record of my
rbaqigu kvub yk duv.  Vwux fiigqik jvuck jikku ok kyqags at py
5123451 2345 12 345   1234 5123451 23451 23451 23 451234 51 23
 
achievements in this area.  End dictation.
utleirycutcg yf ngod ogai.  Ufx soqkocoif.
451234512345 12 3451 2345   123 451234512
 
 
 
P  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
1  EMQRUTHLY PKCJI NBDVOFGS
2  O QGUZ WER CPFAS HJKIVN Y
3  OPDFI FVU  LHTAQ GKNESJ Y
4  UMHSAZ GIBPNVQIJ KXCERD Y
5  IZTQYMPNOFHCLV R JGBEK SU

Let that be a lesson to you: if you don’t want someone reading your messages, use something stronger than a polyalphabetic substitution cipher. Too bad Valfeas didn’t know about AES. But since he apparently didn’t realize that squeamish ossifrage are, in fact, magic words, perhaps he can be forgiven for not being caught up on modern cryptography.

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Appendix A: Chapter 30 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/30/appendix-a-chapter-30/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/30/appendix-a-chapter-30/#comments Sun, 30 Nov 2008 12:00:28 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1053 [Editor's note: Chapter 30 of my 2008 NaNoWriMo entry.]

Roland pulled his cloak tighter around himself as he walked through the plains east of Doomhammer. The torch cast a pale circle of light around Roland, revealing the barely perceptible path through the tall grass. The path was not strictly necessary; Roland could begin to see the faint outline of the small, squat building that sat at the end of the path. And even if that were not the case, having made the journey once a year for each of the five years following the First Doomhammer Conference, he figured he could probably follow it from memory.

The outline against the stars resolved itself into a small wooden house as Roland approached. Outside, illuminated only by a fire burning only slightly more than a smoulder, stood a pair of astronomers hunched over the telescope they were calibrating.

The site had been established in the Doomhammer Accords as a joint endeavor between Telerand and Lantaria, a symbol of the spirit of mutual trust and cooperation that the treaty attempted to codify in the aftermath of the incident five years prior. As the kingdoms’ respective kings had explained at its signing, the tiny observatory was to serve as a model for future cooperative efforts.

In particular, the Accords called for an annual event where representatives of the two sides would come to the observatory to witness collection of a new set of data for a study on the long-term movements, if any, of the stars. In practice, at any other time of the year the observatory was staffed only by a few astronomers from the Independent Principality of Doomhammer.

The building served as storage for astronomical equipment and a few beds for whoever might be working there at any given time. It was just large enough to accomodate everyone attending the night’s ceremony, though if previous years served as any indication, all of the witnesses would choose to leave as soon as possible instead of staying the night.

Roland passed the pair of astronomers without a word and entered the building. He was met by a guard from Doomhammer wearing a suit of armor.

“Name?” the guard asked.

“Roland, paladin third class of the Order of Yssindria, Kingdom of Telerand,” Roland replied.

“Weapons?”

Roland unhooked the sword from his belt and laid it on a nearby table.

The guard then picked up a small piece of paper rolled into a tiny scroll and handed it to Roland. “You may pass,” he said.

Roland nodded and walked through to the next room. The carpet which normally lay in the center of the floor had been rolled back, and the floor boards it would have covered had been removed, revealing a ladder leading down into a tunnel.

The facility underneath the observatory’s house was only mentioned in Appendix A of the Doomhammer Accords. The content of Appendix A, as well as its very existence, was a closely-guarded secret known only to a handful of individuals.

Roland climbed down the latter into the tunnel. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made of loosely packed dirt, held up by a series of interconnected wooden braces spaced just far enough to prevent the tunnel from collapsing. The tunnel itself was just wide enough for two people to walk through side by side, which made it easier for Roland to walk down to the other end without accidentally brushing against the wall and triggering a collapse.

At the end of the tunnel stood another guard in front of a opened door. The guard took no notice of Roland as he passed through. The walls of the chamber he entered, as well as the door itself, consisted of a layer of the same fractilicite-based alloy used to make Roland’s sword, sandwiched between two layers of stone. Inside were the three other witnesses of the ceremony. Tateweil, dressed in a gray robe, paced back and forth along the stone floor. Dalton and a man Roland only new as another representative of Lantaria leaned against opposite corners, watching each other suspiciously.

“Ah, welcome back, Sir Roland,” Tateweil said when he noticed Roland’s arrival.

“You’re late,” Dalton muttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the other man.

“No matter,” Tateweil replied, “the man of the hour has not yet arrived anyway, so there is nothing to do but wait. Which reminds me, Sir Roland, have you heard of any news of locating a successor for him?”

Roland shook his head. “Not that they’d necessarily tell me if they did. How about on your end?”

“I am afraid not. One might suspect that in a land where magical prowess is cultivated, we ought to have had some success by now. But alas, magic is still a poorly understood thing, even in Lantaria.”

Roland sighed. Having only one person capable of performing the rite was problematic. If something ever happend to him, Roland didn’t want to consider the consequences.

“Tell me, Sir Roland,” Tateweil continued, “aside from that, how go things back in your homeland? Well, I trust?”

“Same as usual,” Roland said vaguely, not wishing to get dragged into another round of smalltalk with Tateweil but seeing little alternative if he didn’t want to appear rude. “You?”

“Oh, can’t complain. They won’t let me, you know,” he said with a chuckle. Tateweil was the only one who seemed to find humor in their situation. “And how about yourself?”

“I’m not used to not having my sword with me,” Roland said, his hand resting where its hilt ought to be.

“Ah, but you know the rules. No weapons allowed in the sanctum, lest–”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Roland said, waving his hand.

Appendix A laid out strict rules for security precautions for the event. It was what required four witnesses, two from each kingdom, to be present. It specified the design of the sanctum and the tunnel leading into it, and required the placement and duties of the guards from Doomhammer.

Roland heard a creak from down the tunnel as the fifth person descended the ladder.

“Finally,” Dalton said, taking a step away from the wall. The man opposite him grunted in agreement and did likewise.

“Hello, Roland, everyone,” Derek said as he entered the sanctum.

“Hello,” Roland and Tateweil said in unison.

Derek stepped into the center of the room. Roland noticed the young man grew another inch taller every year. “Are we all ready to begin?” Derek asked the group.

“Whenever you are, kid,” Dalton said. Roland and the other two nodded.

“Guard, we are ready to begin,” Derek called out.

The guard gave a loud shout down the tunnel, and a few seconds later the guard upstairs shouted a reply. Roland knew that was the signal for the astronomers outside to record the positions of a few key reference stars in the sky, and thus establish the precise time the ceremony took place.

“You all remember the procedure for when you’re done, right?” the guard asked.

“We do,” Tateweil said.

“We did last year, and the year before, and the year before that,” Dalton muttered.

“Very well,” the guard said. “You have ten minutes.” The guard swung the heavy door shut, and Roland heard it lock into place.

Derek took a deep breath, and began, “You would think the Demon King would be clever enough to figure a way out of this trap by now, but that’s just the latest in a long list of failures….”

At the Second Doomhammer Conference, one week after the destruction of Doomhammer Hall, a closed-door session was held to discuss how to defeat the Demon King once and for all. There had been no clear evidence in the ruins of the building to determine whether or not the Demon King had survived, and given his revival then, the attendees had to work under the assumption that he still existed.

The question of how to kill something with no true physical form, and which could hop from host to host seemingly at will, stymied every mind they set before the problem. Ultimately, they concluded the only weapon they had against the Demon King was the same which had apparently been the true reason for his defeat in the Demon War: summoning him through time, thus effectively banishing him from existence over the interval in between.

The site Roland and the others were in existed solely to summon the Demon King at regular intervals in as safe and controlled a manner as possible. The idea, described in Appendix A, was to repeatedly summon him once a year, so that he only existed for a few seconds before being pulled forward through time again. The sanctum where the rite took place was completely sealed, and openable only from the outside. The walls, ceiling, and floor were lined with the fractilicite alloy, in the hopes that it had an intrinsic ability to smite evil. But in case it didn’t, the guards outside would collapse the tunnel after ten minutes without the all-clear signal from inside. The collapse would be explained to the public as a sinkhole that opened without warning beneath the observatory, and some scheme would be put in place to prevent anyone from approaching the area. Meanwhile, Roland and the other four would quickly suffocate as the breathable air in the room was defeated, leaving the Demon King trapped forever with no escape and no one alive to possess should something go wrong.

And if another summoner couldn’t be found, eventually something would go wrong.

“… and can’t do anything without relying on some sucker to do all the heavy lifting for him…. He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Derek finished.

The all-too-familiar swirling mass of darkness hovered behind Derek a few seconds. It reared back as though ready to strike before quickly fading into nothingness.

Tateweil breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on the door. “All clear,” he said. He then unrolled his strip of paper and read aloud, “Password: lugubrious salad.”

Roland and the other two in turn each approached the door and did likewise, reading their own passwords from the papers they had been given. All four were needed before the guard would open the door. Had something gone wrong, they were supposed to immediately light the paper on fire, preventing it from being read.

The door creaked open, and the five filed out, one after another.

“Remind me to thank you sometime for ever having dragged me into this,” Dalton said to Roland as they walked down the tunnel.

“Another successful ceremony,” Tateweil said cheerfully as he walked in front of them. “Nothing to complain about with that.”

“Except that we have to do it again next year.”

“Better than the alternative. Ah well, see you all next year.”

Chapter word count: 1,786 (according to wc)
Total word count: 54,808 / 50,000 (109.616% complete)

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“You will not–” Roland yelled as he turned around, until something slammed into his side and fell on top of him. He shut his eyes and winced as he landed painfully on his back. He felt the weight of whatever hit him pressing down on his chest.

Disoriented, Roland slowly opened his eyes and saw Anna leaning over him. “Are you OK?” she asked.

“What happened?” Roland struggled to say. His head throbbed and his back ached.

Anna’s hand ran through Roland’s hair and came to rest under the back of his head. “That was incredibly brave thing you did back there, challenging the Demon King all by yourself just to save Derek. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you.”

“I–” Roland started to say.

Anna leaned closer and whispered into Roland’s ear, “Actually, I do have a couple ideas, but they’ll have to wait until later, when we can be alone. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

Anna lifted her head slightly and stared into Roland’s eyes and smiled. Roland tried to piece together what was happening, but was now having even more trouble thinking clearly.

Suddenly, Anna lifted herself off of Roland and stood up. She turned her head to the side and shouted to someone Roland couldn’t see, “He’s clean!” She then turned back to Roland and stretched her hand toward him. “Do you think you can get up?”

“Huh?” Roland asked, his mind starting to clear.

“Sorry about that just now, but I needed to make sure it was just you in there,” Anna said, looking slightly flustered. “You remember how my ability works, right? I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to, um, I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t be willing if you, er–”

“I think I can move,” Roland interrupted. Anna looked relieved. He took Anna’s hand and slowly rose to his feet with her help. Roland looked around and saw he was standing in the street outside. “How did I get out here?” he asked.

“That was me,” Derek said as he ran up next to Anna.

“He summoned you out here just before they started,” Anna explained.

“Started what?” Roland asked.

“That,” Anna said, pointing towards Doomhammer Hall.

Roland looked where Anna was pointing and saw Doomhammer Hall engulfed in flames. A tower of black smoke rose straight up from it and climbed high into the sky. Somehow, the fire seemed not to be spreading to any of the nearby buildings.

“I’m sorry about all those things I was saying about you,” Derek said.

“What things?” Roland asked.

“About how you were a failure, and were going to lose to the Demon King, and all that.”

“So that was you I heard when I was in there?”

Derek shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know what it feels like myself. I just know how it happens, and that whoever I summon is usually really angry by the time it’s over.”

“Which is why I kind of, well, slammed you into the ground before you did anything to Derek before you realized what was happening,” Anna added.

“So why did you summon the Demon King in the first place?” Roland asked.

“It seemed like a good idea,” Derek said. “After everything that happened, I didn’t know who else to turn to for help except Mattias. I’m glad I was wrong, though,” he smiled.

Roland watched the fire as it consumed Doomhammer Hall.

“Do you think that’ll be the end of it?” Anna asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I don’t even know if the Demon King is something that can be killed. And even if it is, I don’t know if that’s going to do it.”

“But wasn’t the Demon King killed back during the war?”

Roland shook his head. “From what I saw of its mind when I was in there, I think it got summoned here just before its host was killed. In a way, it might’ve been Derek who ended the Demon War. I think. It’s all still pretty jumbled up.”

By this time, a crowd had formed to watch Doomhammer Hall burn. Roland saw that remarkably, the fire still hadn’t spread to any of the surrounding buildings. Looking more closely, he thought he saw something swirling around the building.

“Why isn’t the fire spreading to the rest of the town?” Roland asked.

“That would be Tateweil,” a voice said to Roland’s left. He turned and saw Lord Caldwell standing there with the other nobles.

“What?” Roland asked.

“Who,” Lord Caldwell corrected. “He’s an elemental mage we brought with us in case something happened.”

“Against the agreement,” said Lord Kent.

“Yes, yes, but I’m willing to call it even,” Lord Caldwell conceded. “Besides, it’s a good thing we did. None of us wanted to see anything to happen to Doomhammer. That’s why we came here, after all: to try to work something out before our kings did something foolish. Look, you can see Tateweil over there.”

Roland looked where Lord Caldwell was pointing and saw a man bracing himself against a corner where two buildings met near Doomhammer Hall. He seemed to be focusing intently on the winds swirling around the hall.

“Some kind of air mage?” Roland asked.

“Nitrogen,” Lord Girardeau corrected.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Lord Arundel said, “we must be off. Once the immediate threat of the fire subsides, people will want to know what happened. We need to figure out what to tell them without sending them into a panic about the return of you-know-what.”

“Thank you for your service, sir…?” Lord Calvert said.

“Roland,” said Roland.

“Sir Roland. We shall be sure the King is aware of what you have done for us when we return to Telerand.”

“By the way,” Lord Stoddard asked, “what was it you wanted to warn us about?”

“That,” Roland said simply.

“Ah. Very well, then.”

The Telerand nobles briefly bowed their heads towards Roland, then walked off with the Lantarian nobles.

“So I guess everything is going to work out after all,” Anna said happily.

Roland shook his head. “I’m still going to have to answer for what I did back in Blackstone, regardless of what happened here. And we have no way of knowing if the Demon King is going to survive that. If he does, the worst may still be ahead of us.”

“But at least you got the nobles to stop bickering with each other and start working together,” a voice behind him said. “At least for now, but it’s a start. Things might work out after all.”

Roland looked behind him and saw a crowd of villagers behind him, but no sign of who had spoken. Roland turned back to watch the fire.

“Plus,” the voice continued, “seeing the true form of the Demon King confirmed a few of the translations I wasn’t so sure about, so I ought to thank you for that as well.”

Roland spun around immediate, but didn’t see Mattias anywhere.

“Come now,” he heard Mattias say, “you think you’re going to pick me out of a crowd when you didn’t even recognize me at the meeting?”

Roland reluctantly turned back to face the fire. “You’re awfully glib about what just happened,” he muttered.

“It wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for, but it could have been worse. The nobles know a threat may still exist, and that might be enough to keep at least some kind of truce in place.”

“At the cost of nearly getting everybody killed.”

“For your information, this was Plan B.”

“And what was Plan A?”

“To let them have their meeting! Which was going reasonably well until you showed up and wrecked the little bit of trust I had managed to help them establish with each other, thank you very much. I was doing just as well as the person they actually hired to run the meeting would have done.”

“And when it didn’t, you went ahead with the summoning.”

“In my defense, I didn’t think it was actually going to work. That’s why Plan C was for me to come out and pretend to be him. It’s not like anyone there knew anything about what he looked like other than the stories people tell.”

“And what about their guards?”

“The great thing about mercenaries is that they work for the highest bidder. They’d throw the battle if I showed up, let me laugh maniacally for a bit, then I’d leave threatening doom and destruction.”

“And what if they actually bought it and came after you.”

“I hadn’t quite worked that part out yet. Look, the situation was escalating quickly. I didn’t have years to put a good plan together, so I did what I could with the opportunity that presented itself. The meeting was the best chance I was going to get.”

Roland remained silent, watching as the fire began to die down. He tried looking for a black shape escaping what was left of Doomhammer Hall, but even if it were there, it would be impossible to see against the black smoke.

“Anyway,” Mattias continued, “if I were you, I’d get out of here before word catches up with you about what happened down at Blackstone. I suggest the two of them head someplace where they can just fade in with the rest of the population. It’d be a shame if someone nefarious tried to take advantage of the boy, after all.”

“So I’ve noticed,” Roland spat.

“Well, you’re free to stay if you like, but I’m getting out of here. With any luck, we’ll never see each other again. Though I suppose you were never going to see me anyway.”

Roland didn’t hear anything else from Mattias after that.

“He’s probably right, you know,” Roland said to Anna, “about you and Derek not sticking around here. The two of you have been through more than enough.”

“And what about you?” Anna asked.

“The plan I had ever since we left Blackstone,” he answered. “Await here for whatever my fate might be.”

Chapter word count: 1,675 (according to wc)
Total word count: 53,022 / 50,000 (106.044% complete)

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Appendix A: Chapter 28 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/28/appendix-a-chapter-28/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/28/appendix-a-chapter-28/#comments Fri, 28 Nov 2008 12:00:17 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1046 [Editor's note: Chapter 28 of my 2008 NaNoWriMo entry.]

Everyone in the room stared at Derek. Roland suspected that if the summoning worked, something was about to happen. Instead, though, Derek just stood there looking around the room, his face a mix of confusion and deep thought.

“What just happened?” Roland asked softly.

“I’ve had enough of this,” Lord Calvert said to the guards, pointing at Derek and the wizard. “I’ll pay double to whoever gets those two out of here.”

“Triple,” Lord Caldwell added.

Two guards on the far side of the room ran to the wizard and grabbed him the same way Roland and Anna were each still being held. The two others charged towards Derek.

As they approached him, Derek suddenly sprang into action. Roland had difficulty seeing exactly what was happening, but he did hear the sound of two swords being drawn, followed by what Roland guess to be the sound of hammer-on-sword fighting as the guards circled Derek, lunging forward and jumping back. Soon, however, they backed away, and Derek stood there calmly, holding a sword in each hand.

“Get him!” Lord Arundel screamed.

The six remaining guards released their prisoners, drew their swords, and charged Derek. Over the din of clashing swords, Roland asked Anna, “Is that’s how summoning is supposed to work?”

“I don’t get it,” Anna replied. “The Demon King should’ve been standing behind him when Derek was finished.”

“All I saw was some black… thing… behind him. And now all of a sudden Derek is fighting six armed guards by himself.” Roland looked across the room and corrected himself, “Well, only four guards now.”

“I don’t know where he would have learned to do that.”

Roland thought. “What if the Demon King isn’t corporeal? What if it’s… inside of him now?”

The sudden silence at the other end of the room caught Roland’s attention, and he saw the last guard, now unarmed, running towards him and away from Derek. Derek kicked a couple swords away from his feet and slowly stepped towards the table. He studied the faces of each of the nobles sitting there, staring back at him. Derek remained silent.

If Derek was posessed by the Demon King, Roland couldn’t let him establish a foothold in Doomhammer, or anywhere else. He considered his sword, now lying on the floor where one of the guards holding him had dropped it. But Derek was still in there, somewhere, presumably. Roland couldn’t bring himself to seriously consider fighting Derek. But what else could be done?

Roland watched Derek carefully. Now that Derek was no longer fighting for his life, he again looked to be lost in thought. Roland wondered if the Demon King himself — itself? — was still trying to figure out what to do. Roland tried to think of how he would conquer the world if he were a young boy, but couldn’t come up with anything plausible. But Roland knew he didn’t have the luxury of time to consider it too fully.

And that gave Roland an idea. A desperate one, to be sure, but it was marginally better than standing by, watching the beginning of the end of the world.

“Anna,” Roland said quietly.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I’m going to draw the Demon King’s attention. When I do, get everyone one else out of here. Including Derek.”

“But won’t he still–”

“Not if this works. Once everyone else is out, see to it that nobody, nothing, escapes this building alive.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“You’ll think of something. Collapse it, burn it down, something. The nobles might be petty but they aren’t stupid; they can probably help somehow. I’ll buy you as much time as I can.”

“But what about–”

“Don’t worry about me,” Roland said as he approached the table.

The nobles continued to sit there, watching Derek. Apparently none of them were willing to make a move against someone dual-wielding swords who had just defeated eight guards single-handedly.

“So this is the best the Demon King can do?” Roland shouted towards Derek. “Posess a little boy and use him as his puppet?”

Derek turned to stare at Roland, as did the nobles seated at the table.

“So what is it exactly that you’re going to do now?” Roland continued. “Or do you not know? What good is all that power you supposedly have if you don’t know how to use it? And you’ve handicapped yourself with the least powerful person in this room. Hardly a promising start. Or perhaps that is all you are able to do after all these years?”

Derek glared at him.

“Have you nothing to say for yourself?” Roland continued. “Oh, sure, you fought off a few guards, but what happens when they send armies after you? I think you’re going to need someone a little more powerful than a scared little boy. So why don’t you take me instead? Maybe you remember what happened last time you tried to fight a paladin? Are you so afraid to face me that you hide behind a mere child? If you really are worthy of all those stories they say about you, why don’t you fight me yourself?”

Derek continued staring directly at Roland. Slowly, a cloud of darkness took shape around Derek and rose into the air above him. As soon as it was no longer touching him, Derek fell to the ground. The cloud swirled in the air above the table.

“Anna, get everyone out of here, now!” Roland shouted behind him.

The cloud lunged towards Roland.

—-

Roland found himself alone. He couldn’t see anything, but wasn’t sure whether his vision was being blocked or if there was no longer anything to be seen. Roland was aware only of himself, and a presence that surrounded him.

Roland said a silent prayer to Yssindria for help. Not to save himself from the Demon King, but to save everyone else. Roland had spent the last couple weeks ignoring his instructions from the Order, slulking about like some common thug instead of the noble paladin he was supposed to be, even going so far as to turn his sword against his fellow soldiers. Destruction at the hands of the Demon King was probably the fate that Roland deserved, and he was not going to be so bold as to suggest to Her otherwise. If that was the cost of preventing another Demon War, then so be it.

But what if She doesn’t listen at all? Roland shoved the fleeting thought out of his mind as he felt the presence outside him grow closer and stronger.

Roland focused on his faith that Yssindria’s light would hold off the encroaching darkness long enough for Anna to get everyone to safety. Roland knew in his heart that he was still virtuous, even if he had done unvirtuous things. That light would hold the Demon King at bay. The Demon King would never be able to corrupt that.

Unless Roland had already corrupted himself anyway. Roland stifled that fear as best he could.

Roland now felt the presence begin to creep inside his mind. Roland focused his thoughts on the great Temple of Yssindria in Castle Telerand, picturing the statue of the Lady that towered within it. It was not a sword that slew the Demon King decades ago; it was but a conduit for Yssindria Herself, smiting the foul demon through it. Roland did not need a sword to win this battle; he merely needed to allow Yssindria to act through him.

Isn’t making yourself a vessel for the Lady awfully presumptuous? Roland tried to ignore the thought.

Roland replayed the story of the defeat of the Demon King in his mind. Normally, he pictured it as though he were overhead, watching the battle unfold below him. This time, however, he pictured it through the eyes of the Demon King himself, watching the horde of knights charge through his ranks, being led by a paladin holding aloft a sword giving off a blinding light. The sword approached his position, and…

And then I was here, the thought flickered on the periphery of his mind. No blow was struck, just pulled into the hall.

The Demon King is already drawing you in, the fear bubbled forth from the pit of Roland’s stomach. Roland refused to listen to it.

Roland countered by remembering the decades of history he had learned that passed after the fall of the Demon King. The liberation of the fallen kingdoms. The growth and ascendancy of the two remaining kingdoms, the victors of the Demon War. A world no longer under the shadow of the Demon King, a world where the Demon King was nothing but a distant memory.

Still more distant memories rushed into Roland’s mind. The careful, deliberate, relentless expansion of the Demon King’s armies as they spread out from Castle Helioth. Before that, the long sessions spent planning and strategizing the decades-long campaign. And still before that, years on end spent huddled over dusty tomes full of histories of battles now long since forgotten, fought between kingdoms whose names no one no longer knew. Four lifetimes’ worth of memories, leaping from one body to the next as age took its toll.

And you’re next on the list, Roland’s gut told him.

Roland challenged the presence as he felt it press ever inward. What did it hope to gain through conquest? Through laying waste to dozens of villages, countless lives? Telerand and Lantaria would fight to the last man to stop it. If it did conquer them, there would be nothing left to rule. What then?

Because that’s what the Demon King was created to do, the presence told him. Conquer the world and deliver control to its creator. The Demon King would continue until its purpose, its reason for being, was complete. It was nothing personal.

For a master who died half a dozen lifetimes ago?

The presence insisted it could probably figure a way around that when the time came. And even if it couldn’t, the Demon King could no more stop its conquest than an ocean could stop being wet.

You’ve given up on trying to stop the Demon King and are now trying to reason with it, the growing fear shouted. And you’re even failing at that.

Roland resolved himself to fight until the very end, if nothing else than to delay the inevitable.

Resigning yourself to failure so quickly? You failed to follow orders, failed to protect the boy, failed to live up to your vows. You had become all too familiar with failure.

Roland struggled to shove the voice of doubt away as the presence grew stronger within him.

Somewhere, in what felt to be a long distance away, he thought he felt a hand reaching for a sword.

It used to be your hand, the doubt told him. Now it’s the Demon King’s.

Roland refused to give up. Everyone was counting on him. The kingdom. Both of them. The people in Doomhammer. Derek. Anna. He couldn’t let them down.

Too late, the doubt countered, drowning out Roland’s own thoughts.

Roland screamed.

Chapter word count: 1,849 (according to wc)
Total word count: 51,347 / 50,000 (102.694% complete)

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Appendix A: Chapter 27 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/27/appendix-a-chapter-27/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/27/appendix-a-chapter-27/#comments Thu, 27 Nov 2008 12:00:03 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1043 [Editor's note: Chapter 27 of my 2008 NaNoWriMo entry.]

“You can’t be serious,” Anna said, staring at Roland in disbelief. “The Demon King has been dead for decades.”

“But can you guarantee that it’s impossible for Derek to summon him anyway?” Roland asked.

Anna looked away. “Technically, no.”

“Well then,” Roland said, beginning to walk towards Doomhammer Hall, “I need to make sure he doesn’t. Or at least warn the nobles what’s happening.”

After a few seconds, Roland heard Anna’s footsteps as she ran to catch up. “Then I’m coming with you,” she said.

“It’s too dangerous. Maybe even too dangerous to stay in Doomhammer.”

“I don’t care,” she countered. “He’s my brother. I’m not leaving without him, and you can’t stop me.”

Roland knew continuing to argue was pointless. He stopped halfway down the street, removed his cloak, and flipped it back around so the emblem of the Order was once again visible.

“What are you doing?” Anna asked.

“They’re not going to listen to some random guy off the street,” Roland said.

“But if they find out what you did in Blackstone–”

“They’re going to find out one way or another. I knew going into this I couldn’t hide from the consequences forever. If that’s the cost of saving the world, I can accept that.” He hesitated, then added, “And even if the only one I save is your brother, I can accept that too. Come on, we don’t have any time to waste.”

Roland strode confidently down the rest of the street towards Doomhammer Hall, where he knew his fate, Derek’s fate, and maybe everyone’s fate too, awaited. With Anna following closely behind, he marched up the steps to the main entrance of the building and shoved the doors open.

Almost immediately, he found four swords pointed at him. The guards wore chain mail similar to Roland’s, but under them were uniforms Roland didn’t recognize. Two of the uniforms were dark blue, the other two dark red.

“Halt, intruders!” one of the guards barked at Roland and Anna.

“Step aside,” Roland ordered. “I am Roland, paladin of the Order of Yssindria. I come to deliver an urgent warning to the nobles inside.”

“Surrender your weapons!” another guard shouted.

Roland considered the situation. He thought he could handle a four-on-one fight, but Anna had nothing to protect herself with.

“Only on the condition that you allow me to deliver my message. After that you may do with me as you wish.”

“And the girl?”

Before Roland could respond, Anna said, “I’m going in with him.”

Two of the guards looked at each other, then shrugged. “Works for us,” the first guard said.

Roland dropped his pack to the ground. He then unfastened his sword’s scabbard from his belt and held it in front of him with both hands. If he had already resigned himself to his fate, what use did he have for a sword anyway?

One of the guards took the sword from him. Then two guards grabbed him by the arm, one on each side. He looked behind him to see the same being done to Anna.

“This way,” the guard to his left said as Roland was marched briskly through the inner set of doors into the main chamber of Doomhammer Hall.

They entered an impossibly large hall. Only after a couple seconds did Roland realize that the left and right walls were covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The room itself was empty, save for a long table in the center of the room and a few ladders strewn about in the periphery, the latter of which were presumably there for the on-going repairs. Seated at the table were six men, three on each side. Roland recognized the clothes the men on the left side wore as the royal purple formal uniform of Telerand nobility. He was less sure of those on the other side, but they matched the description he had heard of how Lantarian nobility dressed. At the head of the table sat a man wearing a tailored beige outfit.

One of the Telerand nobles was speaking as Roland and Anna were escorted in. “–the boundary all the way back to the Elysium River is out of the question. There’s no way His Highness would ever agree to — What is the meaning of this?” he demanded as he noticed their entrance.

“Sirs,” the guard to Roland’s left replied, “these two say they have a message to deliver.”

“And you believe them?” one of the Lantarian nobles said.

“We hired you to be guards, not couriers,” added another of the Telerand nobles.

A second Lantarian noble stared at Roland, then pointed an accusatory finger towards him. “That man is one of your soldiers! What is it that you’re trying to pull, Arundel?”

“This is none of our doing,” countered Lord Arundel.

“The agreement was for each side to bring four guards and four guards alone,” the third Lantarian noble said. “Am I not mistaken that this new arrival now makes five from Telerand?”

“I’m surprised you can even count that high, Caldwell,” retorted one of the Telerand nobles.

“Gentlemen, please,” the man at the head of the table interjected. “I’m noticing that there’s a lot of negative language being used right now. I’m concerned that we may lose some of the progress we’ve been making since yesterday. May I ask that we all please continue to follow the behavioral norms we all agreed to yesterday morning?”

“We see now how well these ‘nobles’ are able to follow rules,” muttered one of the other Lantarian nobles.

“Lord Girardeau, please, we agreed to refrain from such language. Now, I believe Lord Calvert may have something productive he wishes to say?” the man at the head of the table said, nodding toward one of the Telerand nobles.

“I believe that we should at least listen to what they have to say,” Lord Calvert suggested.

“OK, we have a suggestion to set aside the issue of the border through the Elysium Hills for the time being and instead turn to our unexpected guests. Let’s go around the table with that. Lord Stoddard, do you accept the proposal?”

“I think that it’s inconceivable we can trust any agreement we come to here given how Arundel, Calvert, and Kent can’t seem to keep to their word,” the Lantarian noble said. “I knew this whole meeting was a waste of time.”

“Gentlemen, I’m afraid that if you are going to continue behaving in this manner, there is little I can do to help you come to a mutually acceptable proposal for resolving the Doomhammer issue,” the man at the head of the table said as he stood up. “When you decide to stop this sort of behavior which we all agreed yesterday was unacceptable and counterproductive, you can find me in the next room.” He walked out through the doors at the other end of the hall.

“Well done, Stoddard,” Lord Kent said, clapping sarcastically. “I knew you wouldn’t miss a chance to sabotage these talks.”

“Bold words from someone who sent his lackey here to threaten us,” Lord Stoddard retorted, pointing at Roland.

The two sets of nobles continued shouting at one another across the table. The commotion brought the other four guards into the chamber through the far doors. Roland guessed they had been guarding the side entrance.

“I think I see why your two kingdoms were never able to get along,” Anna muttered. “They’re both run by children.”

“Technically they’re run by kings,” Roland corrected. “The nobles generally have limited authority.”

“No wonder.”

“Silence!” a voice thundered from the far end of the hall. The bickering at the table stopped as a person wearing a long dark blue robe and pointed hat, both covered with arcane-looking sigils embroidered in gold, stormed into the room.

“You have the gall to say we violated the agreement, and now we see you send in one of your wizards?” Lord Arundel shouted across the table.

“He’s not one of ours,” Lord Caldwell retorted.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Lord Calvert said.

“He’s a walking stereotype, is what he is,” Anna muttered.

“Enough!” the wizard shouted. “I serve no mere mortal, and your petty disputes do not interest me.”

“Guards, apprehend that man,” Lord Kent ordered, pointing towards the wizard.

“Finally, something we can agree on,” Lord Girardeau added.

The wizard waved his hand, and the guards remained motionless. “Your words hold no sway over them; they are under my power now,” he said. “You sit here thinking you can redraw your insignificant little map. Instead, you shall be the first to witness the rebirth of the one true world order. Enter!”

Derek entered through the doors behind the wizard, holding a small hammer, a look of grim determination on his face.

“Derek!” Anna shouted.

Derek turned towards her and gave her a forlorn look. He then walked under a ladder and towards the wall of mirrors on the right side of the room. He began striking each mirror with the hammer, sending cracks spreading through the surface of each.

“Derek, stop this!” Anna screamed.

“What’s he doing?” Roland asked Anna.

“You thought your puny little weapons could stop him,” the wizard intoned as Derek continued breaking mirrors. “But all you could do was forestall your inevitable destruction.”

“Bad luck,” Anna said grimly.

“Breaking mirrors? That’s just a superstition,” Roland replied.

“He has been biding his time, growing ever stronger, waiting for his moment,” the wizard continued.

“You don’t understand,” Anna said.

“Understand what?” Roland asked.

“Summoning is powered by bad luck,” she replied.

“And now is that moment!” the wizard shouted as Derek struck the last mirror. “Witness the rebirth of the Demon King!”

Derek turned to face the room and closed his eyes. “I don’t see why anyone would want to bring the Demon King back anyway,” he said. “He’s a failure. Everyone knows what happened to him. The one time someone got close to him, he got killed in seconds. He didn’t even put up a fight! We’ve all heard the stories. He just laid on the ground and did nothing. And that’s when he was surrounded by his army. What’s he going to do here, alone? He’ll probably get mugged walking down the street, and that’ll be it.”

Roland was confused. “What’s he doing?” he asked Anna.

“He’s doing it,” she said, her eyes wide with fear. “He’s actually doing it.”

Even despite everything Anna had been through in her search for Derek, this is the only time Roland could remember her showing fear.

“And what kind of name is ‘Demon King’ anyway?” Derek continued. “It sounds like something out of a cut-rate novel. How long did he spend trying to come up with that, anyway? You’d think with all the decades it took for him to creep his armies forward, he’d have a chance to come up with something better.”

Roland thought he saw some kind of black mist or smoke beginning to take shape behind Derek.

“The worst part is,” Derek continued, “it’s still better than his real name. Will of Valfeas. It’s true. Didn’t people stop using ‘of’ in their name centuries ago? No one’s even heard of Valfeas these days. An incompetent poseur from some no-name town, that’s the Demon King for you…. He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”

Derek turned around to face the formless black shape that had grown behind him. It reared back and lunged into him.

Chapter word count: 1,906 (according to wc)
Total word count: 49,498 / 50,000 (98.996% complete)

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Appendix A: Chapter 26 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/26/appendix-a-chapter-26/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/26/appendix-a-chapter-26/#comments Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:00:34 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1040 [Editor's note: Chapter 26 of my 2008 NaNoWriMo entry.]

Roland entered Swinnerton-Dyer’s Birchwood Inn. He recognized the basic layout of the first floor as a tavern, but all the details were wrong. The walls not the standard splintery bare wood, but were smooth and painted a light blue, and covered with framed paintings of pastoral scenes. The tables were square instead of round, and each had a flower standing in a tall narrow vase on it instead of being strewn with empty, occasionally upright tankards. The floor was not just clean, but actually polished. Roland wasn’t aware rooms like it even existed outside the Royal Court.

Roland stepped up to the bar. Along the wall behind it he saw expensive-looking bottles of wine neatly arrayed along a mirrored shelf. Roland saw a well-groomed man kneeling behind the bar, adjusting things on shelves out of Roland’s view. The man seemed to be oblivious to Roland’s presence.

“Excuse me, sir?” Roland asked politely, trying to get the man’s attention. The man look up at Roland, then returned his attention to his work for a minute before standing up and walking towards Roland.

“Is there something I can assist you with?” the man asked in a slightly condescending tone.

“Do you have any rooms available?”

The man looked Roland up and down. “We do have a few of our lower-tier rooms on the second floor available,” the man answered reluctantly. “Though I shall require payment up front. No offense.”

Roland plucked his coin pouch from his belt and emptied its contents on the counter.

“Yes, this shall be enough for one night,” the man said, sweeping up enough coins to pay for three nights at the inns he had been staying at along the way. He reached behind the bar and laid a key on the counter. “Your room is number 203, up the stairs to your left. Will you be requiring anything else?”

Roland picked up the key and the few coins remaining. “No, thank you, sir.”

“Indeed,” the main said.

Roland turned and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the man watching him carefully as he went up, as though he didn’t quite trust someone like Roland in his immaculate inn. Roland found his room, which was decorated in a similar manner as the first floor.

If Lord Arundel was indeed in town, he would probably be away doing whatever it was he was doing. That gave Roland time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. He laid down on the bed, the first time he had been able to do some in far too long a time, and soon fell asleep without even bothering to close the curtains in front of the window.

—-

Roland awoke to see the sky beginning to redden as the sun began to set. He was still tired and his body wanted to stay in bed for another few days at least, but Roland reminded himself he was here to gather information, not to recuperate from the journey. He washed his face and changed into a clean set of clothes. He considered leaving his cloak and chain mail on the bed, but that would make it far too obvious he was carrying a sword, and he wasn’t willing to leave that behind as well. He grabbed a couple of maps from his pack and brought them down to the first floor with him.

Roland took a seat facing the entrance at an empty table along the side wall. He considered ordering something to eat, but decided it would be best not to completely deplete his funds when he still had a little food left in his pack.

He casually studied the maps, but kept most of his attention on the entrance to the inn. There were a few people at some of the other tables, but none of them looked like the sort of people Roland was watching for.

An hour passed, and Roland was beginning to wonder if maybe he had slept too long and missed their arrival, assuming this was even where they were staying, and assuming they were in Doomhammer in the first place. Roland was beginning to wonder if he had wasted his day when a group of seven people passed through the door, each of them wearing heavy brown hooded cloaks.

Roland straightened slightly in his chair and held a map in front of him, just low enough so he could see past it as he watched the group. The entire group walked up to the bar, and someone in the middle began talking to the man behind the bar. Roland noticed that while the three in the middle were turned to the bartender, the other four spaced themselves around the cluster and were looking at the rest of the room.

Roland quickly lowered his head to stare directly at the map. Roland’s gut told him the group was made of four bodyguards protecting three people. Roland thought it best not to not look like he was watching them, lest he start being scrutinized himself. Glancing occasionally up from the map, Roland saw the group begin moving away from the bar and towards a set of empty tables. As Roland suspected, the three who had been talking to the bartender took one table, with the four suspected bodyguards pairing off and sitting at two tables nearby.

Roland was too far away to overhear the conversation at the main table, and certainly wasn’t going to move to a closer one, so he had to content himself with a few furtive glances in their direction. From their behavior, the three at the middle table seemed to be upset or frustrated about something, but it didn’t look like an argument. After about five minutes a server came by and poured three glasses of wine for them. The man lowered their hoods as they drank and continued their discussion. From the angle between their table and Roland, he couldn’t see two of their faces, but the one he could see had an unmistakable unibrow.

Was that Lord Arundel? Roland didn’t have much of an idea what he looked like, but guessed that it was. Presumably he had found someone to guard him and his companions — other nobles, perhaps — on their trip to Doomhammer. No other explanation for the group readily sprang to mind.

Satisfied he was going to learn all he could from watching them, Roland gathered his things and returned to his room. The bed tempted him, but instead he cracked the door just wide enough into the hall to let him watch the stairs. After some time had passed and the last light of the sun had vanished from the window, he saw seven cloaked figured climb up from the first floor and continuing to one of the floors above. That confirmed that they were indeed staying at the inn. Roland gratefully returned to the bed, knowing he needed to get as much rest as he could for the coming day.

—-

Roland awoke again early in the morning. He ate the last bit of food left in his pack, got fully dressed, gathered his things, and again stood just inside the door to the room, watching the stairway again. Roland eventually saw a group of seven descend from above down to the first floor. He nervously waited for a few moments, then followed.

The group was just heading out the door as Roland reached the first floor. He walked up to the bar and returned the room key to a relieved-looking bartender. Roland exited Swinnerton-Dyer’s Birchwood Inn and followed the group at what he hoped was a safe enough distance to avoid being noticed.

The group headed directly to the village square, then on for another block until they entered a side door in a large building which Roland guessed to be some sort of town hall. The building stood at the edge of what had escaped the great fire. He noticed that wooden supports had been stood up along the wall facing the fire, suggesting the building had just barely survived it.

Now that he knew where the presumable group of nobles were at, Roland retraced his steps to the village square, and noticed Anna leaning against the back of the statue’s pedestal impatiently.

“Finally,” she sighed as he approached.

“Sorry,” Roland said, noticing that it was at least an hour after sunrise. “I was a little busy with some business of my own.”

“Which was?”

“You go first,” Roland said. “How’s the search for Derek going?”

“Not too badly, I guess. A few people think they saw someone who looked like him. They said he was traveling with someone.”

“With who?”

“They didn’t say. A man, but none of them were able to give me a better description than that.”

“Where did they see him at?”

“Here and there, but mostly around Doomhammer Hall.”

Roland frowned, thinking.

“I don’t know why anyone would be taking Derek there, though,” Anna continued. “It’s been under repair since the fire and hasn’t been opened again yet.” She shrugged. “That’s about it.”

“Doomhammer Hall wouldn’t happen to be over there, about a block away, would it?” Roland asked, pointing in the direction of the building he saw the group of seven enter.

Anna nodded. “You’ve seen it?”

Roland desperately wanted to be able to explain it away as coincidence, but the idea seemed increasingly remote. Why would Mattias’s goons take Derek to the same place where the nobles were going? Or was it Mattias himself? The lack of description would certainly fit. But why Doomhammer in the first place? War could erupt here between Telerand and Lantaria any day. Unless…

“Anna,” Roland asked quietly, “what you said about Derek’s abilities. Is there a limit to what he could do with them?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Is there anyone he wouldn’t be able to summon?”

Anna stared into the distance for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s something he tries not to do at all. Why do you ask?”

Roland bit his lip, a terrifying realization taking shape in his mind. “Remember back in Helioth? How Mattias was telling me he wanted to fake the return of the Demon King, to get Telerand and Lantaria not to fight each other?”

“Yes…” Anna said slowly.

“If Derek’s helping him, he might not have to fake it.”

Chapter word count: 1,735 (according to wc)
Total word count: 47,592 / 50,000 (95.184% complete)

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Appendix A: Chapter 25 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/25/appendix-a-chapter-25/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/25/appendix-a-chapter-25/#comments Tue, 25 Nov 2008 12:00:46 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1034 [Editor's note: Chapter 25 of my 2008 NaNoWriMo entry.]

Loose dirt and dry leaves fell into the hole as Roland swung the hatch open. As expected, it opened into a wooded area. Roland stuck his head out to check his surroundings. To the left in the distance, just barely visible in the darkness and through the trees, Roland could make out a row of faint lights he knew to be atop the outer wall of Castle Blackstone. If he could see them, Roland knew that their own torches would be visible from there if the guards were looking in the right direction.

Roland extinguished his torch and held it out for Anna to see. He looked down and saw her extinguish her torch in return. Without the torchlight, Roland found himself plunged in darkness. He waited several minutes until his eyes adjusted to the meager moonlight that filtered through the tree branches. It wasn’t much to see by, but it would be enough to move around with. Roland remembered from the map that if they traveled north, keeping Castle Blackstone roughly to their left, they would eventually reach the road that would lead them to Doomhammer.

“From here on,” Roland said to Anna below him, “we need to keep silent. I doubt there’s going to be any guards out here looking for us right now, but we can’t risk it. I’ll let you know when it should be safe to talk again. Take the torch with you; we don’t want to leave behind any more evidence we’ve been here than necessary. Follow me.”

Roland climbed the rest of the latter out of the hole, then turned and offered his hand to Anna as she did likewise. Once they were clear, he carefully shut the hatch and kicked some of the surrounding dirt back over it. Having hidden it as much as possible, he waved to Anna and began walking north.

—-

Over the course of a week, they pushed northward along the road as quickly as they could. They traveled only at night to minimize the chances of being seen. During the day, they stayed at the closest inn available, sometimes in the towns they passed through, sometimes at lone inns along the road.

Roland insisted that Anna not do any of her performances; the last thing they needed was to leave a trail of people talking about a magician and the man traveling her. Without that option as a source of income, they shared a room wherever they stayed, Roland letting Anna have the bed each time and sleeping on the floor with only his cloak to use as a blanket.

Whenever they left an inn or traveled down the road, Roland watched for any signs they were being followed, but never saw any signs that they were. With any luck, assuming they were being pursued, they were keeping ahead of anyone who had been sent after them. Of course, that would require Dalton to have guessed where they were headed, unless he sent knights out after them in an ever-expanding circle from Castle Blackstone.

The only time Roland and Anna broke their pattern of movement was when they approached the last town in Telerandian territory. Roland knew that by this point it would be filled with knights ready for the seemingly inevitable war over Doomhammer, and if orders reached them to capture Roland and Anna, Roland knew he had no chance of fighting off an entire garrison. Instead, they traveled a wide circle around the town, only returning to the road once they had crossed the border into disputed territory.

—-

“This is it,” Anna said as they crested a hill and saw Doomhammer before them, lit by the morning sun.

As they approached, Roland could see the effects the great fire had had on the village. There were large stretches of flat ground still covered in black soot, and scorch marks could be seen on the buildings that would have been next had the fire not finally been brought under control. There were signs of new construction taking place to rebuild what had been lost, but those buildings looked to be half-complete at best. Roland guessed it would be years before the town fully recovered. If war did break out here, its fate would probably be sealed.

“You know,” Anna said as they came to a stop at the edge of the town, “we’re not going to be able to hide here. At least half of the people here are going to recognize me, and soon everyone will start gossiping about my return.”

“We might be OK,” Roland replied. “The knights have orders not to cross the border. If they do, it’d probably start a war; the Lantarian army is probably waiting along the other border. Either they’ll have to leave us alone, or they’ll be too busy fighting the enemy to worry about us.”

“I guess that’s good news for us, then,” Anna said warily.

“Hopefully it won’t come to that.”

Roland stood still along the road. He had been so occupied with keeping Anna and himself safe along the journey that he hadn’t given much thought to what they were going to do once they actually arrived.

“Well,” Anna said, breaking the silence, “I’m going to see if anybody’s seen Derek come by here.”

“I have some things I need to check on here myself,” Roland said. Had Lord Arundel come to Doomhammer after all? And if he had, why? Roland couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow connected to Derek returning here, but couldn’t think of a reason why that might be the case.

“Let’s meet tomorrow, then,” Anna offered.

“Where at?”

“How about the statue in the village square. Trust me, you won’t miss it. I’ll meet you there just after sunrise tomorrow,” she said, stifling a yawn.

“I’ll see you then,” Roland replied.

Anna turned and walked briskly into town. Roland followed from a little distance behind. Anna soon darted down a side street, and Roland continued following the main road through town, guessing that it would pass by the village square. Roland wanted to get his bearings in Doomhammer before he started doing whatever he was going to do.

Superficially, aside from the effects of the fire, Doomhammer looked pretty much like the other small towns Roland had visited along his recruiting mission. Roland knew, however, he would find some key differences if he explored enough. He knew the Order didn’t have a shrine here, and the Royal Knights obviously didn’t have any kind of encampment here, so lodging for the night was going to be up to him. Also, since the Doomhammer town guard would effectively function both as the local police force and as its army, they would have a larger presence in the town than the local guards did throughout Telerand.

While Roland was considering this, he wandered into what looked like the village square and saw the statue that Anna had mentioned. It was indeed difficult to miss: twelve feet of solid marble atop a three-foot pedestal in the center of the square. It depicted a hulking, muscular man clad only in boots and a loincloth. In his raised hand he clenched a massive hammer, the head of which was larger than the man’s own. A heavy chain, also carved from marble, ran from the handle of the hammer to the handle of another held in the statue’s other hand, held close to the chest.

Roland circled around the statue to its front and read the bronze plaque set in the pedestal:

Theodophilous Geldegarde Antaroflaxidan
“The Doomhammer”
Slayer of Ten Thousand of the Demon King’s Horde

If the statue even remotely resembled its subject, the nickname “The Doomhammer” certainly seemed appropriate. Roland suspected its sculptor had taken significant artistic license with his creation, however. Roland couldn’t imagine someone charging into battle almost completely naked, even looking like that. And while The Doomhammer’s weapon looked terrifying enough, Roland couldn’t envision how it would actually be wielded in battle. Why chain the hammers together in the first place? Did he hold one and swing the other around his head? It seemed like something more dangerous to the wielder than whoever he was fighting, though Roland suspected that’s what the sculptor would have depicted had his material been able to support the weight. Roland had no experience in hammer-based combat, and tried picturing how he would fight if he had two swords chained together in a similar fashion. Roland guessed he would quickly lacerate himself if he tried to do anything with them.

The statue did at least explain why someone would name a town “Doomhammer.”

Roland shook his head and refocused himself on the task at hand. He needed to find out what Lord Arundel was doing in a town on the verge of becoming a battlefield, if he in fact was here at all. But where to begin?

Roland assumed for the sake of argument that Lord Arundel had come to Doomhammer. Given the length of the journey from Blackstone, which Roland had become all too familiar with, Lord Arundel must be spending the night somewhere. And given that he was a noble, he would no doubt be staying at the nicest inn available in town.

Remembering the conversation in the knights’ mess hall in Blackstone, Lord Arundel would no doubt be traveling with at least a couple bodyguards. And if what Roland had heard was true, he would be trying to stay inconspicuous. Guessing that the nobility had even less practice sneaking around than he had himself, Roland ought to be able to recognize a group of people in a fancy inn, attracting attention by going out of their way not to attract attention.

It was as good a place to start as any.

Roland began exploring the streets of Doomhammer, navigating in widening circles out from the village square. Roland supposed an expensive inn would be nearby, with the central location being another feature they could charge guests for.

After an hour of searching and taking a few notes on a spare piece of paper, Roland concluded his best bet was a building two blocks from the square. Its perimeter was conspicuously lined with ornately trimmed potted plants, and unlike most other buildings in Doomhammer, its walls showed not even the slightest sign of smoke damage from the fire.

According to the meticulously painted wooden sign handing above the entrance, it was the Swinnerton-Dyer’s Birchwood Inn. For Roland, the pretentious-sounding name sealed the deal.

Chapter word count: 1,750 (according to wc)
Total word count: 45,857 / 50,000 (91.714% complete)

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Appendix A: Chapter 24 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/24/appendix-a-chapter-24/ http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/archives/2008/11/24/appendix-a-chapter-24/#comments Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:00:08 +0000 http://www.kuliniewicz.org/blog/?p=1030 [Editor's note: Chapter 24 of my 2008 NaNoWriMo entry.]

Roland knelt down next to the hole and lowered the torch inside. The hole extended about eight feet down, with no apparent ladder or other footholds available. An underground passageway began at the hole, but from this angle Roland could see little more than the lack of a stone wall where it began.

Roland stood up from the hole. He picked up his pack and slung it down into the hole with enough forward momentum to ensure it landed in the passageway. He then turned to Anna, who was standing next to him.

“I’ll go first. Give me time to move out of the way, then follow. It’s a straight drop down, so be ready for that.”

Anna nodded hesitantly. Roland sat on the edge, paused briefly, and slid forward, dropping into the hole. He landed safely in a crouch. Now that he was inside, he saw that the ceiling of the passageway was about half a foot too short for him to stand comfortably in. He bent forward and took a few steps forward.

“Ready?” he called.

Roland heard some motion above, then saw Anna land at the bottom.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “Now what?”

“There should be some kind of switch or lever or…” he trailed off has he held the torch in front of him and scanned the walls of the passageway. “Here,” he said, seeing a crank.

“What’s that do?”

“Step away from the hole,” he cautioned as he began turning the crank. The first few turns offered no resistance. The crank then stiffened suddenly as the mechanism somewhere inside the wall seemed to engage. Roland continued turning it, more slowly now, and heard the now-familiar sound of stone moving against stone. Suddenly he heard a resounding thump from above that echoed through the corridor and felt a brief gust of air push through, away from the hole.

“Check the hole,” Roland said to Anna.

Anna took a couple steps backward and held her torch upward. “It looks like it’s closed.”

“Good,” Roland said, relieved. “With any luck, the switches will have reset too. Let’s get moving.”

Roland led the way down the passageway, torch in one hand and map in the other. The air was stale but breathable. If Roland’s information was correct — and up until now it had been — air shouldn’t be a problem until they reached the exit.

He heard the footsteps of Anna behind him as she followed. “How did you know this was down here?” she asked.

“Like I said up there,” Roland replied, keeping his voice low to minimize any echos, “the town’s library has a lot of the designs from when the castle was originally built in its archives. I went there this morning to see if there was anything there to help me figure out a way to get you out, and found this.”

“Who puts an escape tunnel inside a cell, though?” Anna asked in disbelief. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“It does if you want the prisoner to escape,” Roland replied.

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” she protested.

“From what I gathered in the library, the king who originally created the castle was extremely paranoid. He was afraid the peasants might some day revolt against him, and had the bottom floor of the dungeon put in as a sort of backup plan. If there were a successful revolt, they’d put him in the deepest, darkest part of the dungeon and leave him there to rot, or at least until they killed him. So he made sure the cell looked impossibly secure, and connected it to a secret escape tunnel out of the castle.”

“That’s… huh…” Anna said.

“Everything that looked like it made the cell more secure doubles as a way to hide an escape. The heavy gate and winding passageway hide the cell from view and keep sound from reaching the entrance. The area around the cell is too small to station more than a couple people, and the passageway is too narrow to move people in and out easily. And you need to press two switches in the wall simultaneously, so it’s hard to find it by chance if you don’t know exactly what to look for.”

“So why did they put me in there in the first place, if I would be able to escape?”

“I assume they didn’t know about it. The cell was built to look incredibly secure, after all. I imagine the truth would have been a closely guarded secret of the royal family. It would’ve died out with them, too, if the documentation hadn’t survived. If we’re lucky, no one up there now will think to check them, if they even know they exist. The longer it takes them to figure out what happened, the more time we have to get away.”

They continued in silence. The passageway branched several times, and Roland relied on the map to tell him which route to take to the exit. He kept an ear out for any sounds that weren’t coming from the two of them, but didn’t notice anything, which suggested they weren’t being followed.

“Why did you do it?” Anna asked. “Rescue me, I mean.”

“There was nothing else I could do,” Roland replied.

“You could have left me there.”

“No, I couldn’t. You didn’t belong there. Oh! That reminds me.”

Roland stopped and set his pack on the floor. Setting the map aside, he reached into the pack and removed the folded letter from it.

“I was telling the truth when I said I had a message for you,” he said, holding it out to Anna. “I was hoping the guard would let me hand it to you directly, but he didn’t, so I had to resort to Plan B.”

“What was Plan A?” Anna asked, taking the letter.

“You’d use the physical contact from handing you the letter to read my mind, where I’d be telling you to fake an illness to get the guards to open the cell and distract them that way.”

Anna looked at Roland. “Good thing you had a Plan B, then; that never would have worked.”

“Why not?”

“First, it takes more than a second for me to see someone’s mind. The guards would’ve seen what was happening immediately, especially with how paranoid they were about anyone getting within arm’s reach of the cell. Second, they wouldn’t open the cell without first summoning additional guards. They know better than to fall for that hackneyed ruse.”

“How do you know?”

“Because,” Anna said, turning away, “the second day there I got sick to my stomach from whatever slop they were feeding me, and it took them two hours before they even did anything.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But anyway, this note,” she said, unfolding it. Her eyes widened as she read it. “Where did you get this?”

“You’re not the only one who can do a little digging, you know,” Roland replied with feigned nonchalance. Given how things had played out at Seb’s, he figured he was best off not going into too much detail about that night. “Come on, we need to keep moving.”

“So what happens now?” Anna asked as she followed behind Roland.

“Does the letter tell you anything about where Derek might be?”

“You didn’t read it?”

“Only enough to see what it was. I didn’t want to invade your privacy. It wouldn’t be right.”

“You’re willing to fight your own guards to break me out of there, but you draw the line at not reading other people’s letters?”

“What happened back there was necessary,” Roland said, his heart heavy. “But the alternatives were even worse. And I’ll pay the price for it soon, I’m certain of it.”

“I’m sorry,” Anna said softly. “I never should have gotten you involved in all this. And here after those things I said to you the other day–”

“Don’t worry about it. What about Derek?” he asked.

“Right,” Anna said, sounding a little relieved. After a pause, she continued, “It says he’s going to say ‘hi’ to Mom and Dad for me, so I guess that means he’s either headed to Doomhammer, or he thinks he’s going to, um…”

“Doomhammer,” Roland said. “Something’s going to happen there soon, I’m sure of it. That’s where we need to go.”

“What’s happening there?”

“I don’t know, but at least one of the nobles was trying to get passage there for something, even though we’re about to go to war with Lantaria over it. Doomhammer must be the key to whatever’s going on, somehow. And when we get there, I’ll need your help to figure out what.”

“OK,” Anna said after a pause. “I do owe you that much, at least, considering what you’ve done for me.”

“There’s something else I need to know.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know how Derek managed to escape?”

Anna fell silent.

“It could be important. And if he’s going to be a danger to himself or anyone around–”

“I do. At least, I’m pretty sure I do.”

“And?”

Anna sighed heavily. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just… this is something that’s hard to trust anyone with. I mean, I was afraid when I heard Derek had been taken away that someone found out about him.”

“I need to know.”

“OK,” Anna said. She stayed silent for a few moments, as though struggling with how to explain something. “He’s a summoner.”

“A summoner?”

“A pretty powerful one, too.”

“He seems awfully timid for someone like that.”

“He’s timid because of it. It’s difficult for him to control that power. He has to be careful constantly not to let it get away from him. It’s not fair for someone his age to have that kind of burden, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it. I was the lucky one; my powers are hardly much of anything, and I can’t hurt anyone with them.”

“But that’s what happened to the guards when Derek escaped?”

“No. The danger is to himself. From what I heard when I was being interrogated, it sounded like he must have summoned someone who was able to break him free. He must have been desperate to do that; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him summon anyone deliberately.”

“Who would he have summoned?”

“I don’t know. It would have to be someone he could convince to help him, and who would have the kinds of tools necessary to do the kind of damage that was done to the cell.”

“Someone he could trust?”

“Maybe, maybe not. But I don’t know who he would know that could’ve freed him.”

Roland thought about this. “Mattias’s men?” he guessed.

“It’s possible, I suppose.”

“Here we are,” Roland announced, as they reached the end of the passageway. A stone ladder built into the wall led up to a hatch in the ceiling. “According to the map I copied from the design plans, this should lead into the forest outside of Blackstone, a little past the castle wall. If we stick to the roads and travel as quickly as we can, we should be able to reach Doomhammer in about a week. We’ll need to keep a low profile to avoid getting noticed, and we have to assume news of our escape will get out soon, if it hasn’t already. Here, hold these,” he said, handing his torch and map to Anna.

Once his hands were free, he removed his cloak and reversed it, so that the seal of the Order was no longer visible on its back. He took back the torch and shoved the map into his pack.

“Let’s go.”

Chapter word count: 1,947 (according to wc)
Total word count: 44,107 / 50,000 (88.214% complete)

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