Talking to Samuel, part 3.
The Akul Giants retreated and retreated until they were back in the Ural Mountains, pulling down boulders and hurling them at the champions in pursuit, but still they lost numbers. In desperation they tore at the sides of the mountains, opening up huge caves and digging down into the rock. The speed at which they dug in was far beyond what would be expected from their form, as if the rocks split at their invitation, as if it was their original purpose. The Tassamec champions followed them down into the depths.
In the end the Akul had nowhere left to dig down. Their way was barred by veins of lava. They had blocked the pursuit of the champions, but only by burying themselves in the mountain. The warriors only had to wait on the mountainside until hunger forced the giants to re-emerge, and then they followed the path down and finished the Akul in a trap of their own making.
The disappearance of the Ukrainian knight had not gone unnoticed, nor undiscussed by the rulers of the seven nations and their ministers. They feared that when their champions had finished their war against the Akul, their furious energy would need a new enemy. Nor could they trust their former patriotism or honour to hold them true.
As the champions leapt into the labyrinth of caves, they were followed, more cautiously, by sappers and miners in the employ of the Tsar. Little did they know, as they slew the last creature capable of opening tunnels through the rock, that the routes down to the deepest caves were being closed behind them. The caves were not just blocked, they were collapsed right the way back to daylight. The heroes were left, entombed at the site of their final victory.
Over the centuries, many have searched deep into the Urals for the Tassamec Chests. The seventh, Ukrainian chest has never officially been found – but it was rumoured to have been recovered by the Russians in the 1960s. They deemed it to be impotent compared to nuclear weapons, so rather than use it they took it to pieces.
This is what Samuel and I have been talking about while he’s resting. It doesn’t matter now of course, since all the power within the armour will have gone the way of all magic, but in the 1930s it was Samuel’s belief that the Tassamec Chests could be found, that they could stop the new horrors that he had discovered were real, and if the war was still being fought when he was finished he could win that as well.
It was then he met my father, already someone spoken of among occult circles with the deepest of respect. My father didn’t agree with Samuel’s puritanical zeal, but he did see the advantage of favours due from a demon hunter, and he was intrigued by the story of the Tassamec Chests himself. He gave Samuel a second life – a new person to be, with a new face and a medical discharge from the military. He considers his stay to ensure my safety to be the favour returned, which is ironic, given that I’ve never seen anyone more beat up this side of the TV screen.
In the end the Akul had nowhere left to dig down. Their way was barred by veins of lava. They had blocked the pursuit of the champions, but only by burying themselves in the mountain. The warriors only had to wait on the mountainside until hunger forced the giants to re-emerge, and then they followed the path down and finished the Akul in a trap of their own making.
The disappearance of the Ukrainian knight had not gone unnoticed, nor undiscussed by the rulers of the seven nations and their ministers. They feared that when their champions had finished their war against the Akul, their furious energy would need a new enemy. Nor could they trust their former patriotism or honour to hold them true.
As the champions leapt into the labyrinth of caves, they were followed, more cautiously, by sappers and miners in the employ of the Tsar. Little did they know, as they slew the last creature capable of opening tunnels through the rock, that the routes down to the deepest caves were being closed behind them. The caves were not just blocked, they were collapsed right the way back to daylight. The heroes were left, entombed at the site of their final victory.
Over the centuries, many have searched deep into the Urals for the Tassamec Chests. The seventh, Ukrainian chest has never officially been found – but it was rumoured to have been recovered by the Russians in the 1960s. They deemed it to be impotent compared to nuclear weapons, so rather than use it they took it to pieces.
This is what Samuel and I have been talking about while he’s resting. It doesn’t matter now of course, since all the power within the armour will have gone the way of all magic, but in the 1930s it was Samuel’s belief that the Tassamec Chests could be found, that they could stop the new horrors that he had discovered were real, and if the war was still being fought when he was finished he could win that as well.
It was then he met my father, already someone spoken of among occult circles with the deepest of respect. My father didn’t agree with Samuel’s puritanical zeal, but he did see the advantage of favours due from a demon hunter, and he was intrigued by the story of the Tassamec Chests himself. He gave Samuel a second life – a new person to be, with a new face and a medical discharge from the military. He considers his stay to ensure my safety to be the favour returned, which is ironic, given that I’ve never seen anyone more beat up this side of the TV screen.
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