Warning! The writing under the last few pictures might disturb kids of ages ten and under. Feel free to read the rest, but If you don't like descriptions of pain and fear, skip the last few pictures.
About this creation
This is the third Moc in a four-Moc sequence. Check out Tracks of the Black Lotus 1one and two first if you want to see the full story and haven't yet.
Also, the link to The Lands of Mythron.
I followed the Black Lotus member out of the freezing tundra of Bodus. I had been right: He knew the way. Thanks to my tracking skills, I was able to follow him at a distance, and he didn’t spot me.
I stopped following him when I knew the area. Instead, I headed back to the house where my friends and I stayed when we weren’t doing other things. I hoped that maybe Taur, Schrazcss and Natilus would find out of the icy landscape soon, too. They would surely head here, and then I would greet them at the door.
I entered the house. Everything was as when I had entered it the first time. The golden torch was still burning, the strange skull was still standing on it’s right spot on the bookshelf, and the dagger gleamed out of it’s alcove like it always did.
My hopes were high that they would return. After all, they were brave men, and would not desert each other, no matter how deep they were Outlaws even in their hearts. But as I waited, and waited, and waited, for several weeks, my hopes steadily sunk.
By the end of the third week, I was longing to get away from the silent hut and do something. So I got out a map of Mythron and poured over it. I looked all around it, and my gaze fell on an island down off the south coast that I had never paid much attention to. The lands of Enalica. And specifically the name of one city caught my eye: Worsan. Where had I heard that before?
With a flash the moment popped into my head: The man in black that I had followed out of the icy desert. Him, looking into my eye; me staring back at him; after a fight in which we had been dead equal. He had said one word: “Worsan.” And then he had swirled around and left. I was sure I would find this man in Worsan. I had a score to settle with him. In one second I had made up my mind.
I donned my cloak, my hood, my Bow and my arrows, and I left for Worsan.
I used five boats, down seven rivers, three horses and two wagons over many dirt, gravel and paved roads, walked through almost any terrain any time I could not find another way of transport. I did that until I got to the coast. Then I took a public ferry over the sea to Worsan.
Worsan was very beautiful at the edge and outskirts of the port town, but in the crammed center of the city, it was overfilled. Hundreds of people, of all races and heights, from cultures I had never heard of and lands that I had never known existed milled about going after their business or attempting a calm stroll through the city, even though that was hardly possible. There were strange men in monotone suits whom wore straw hats, there were pirates, wanderers, a few nobles here and there, and even a small group of people dressed up as animals parading down the wide main street. Even the back alleys were used frequently.
It was so stuffed that I found it hard to breathe. Smells and aromas of all types came to my nose, and the heat was overwhelming.
I reminded myself that I would have to be very watchful with so many people around. Not only were there more people carrying weapons than people who weren’t, but there were also Rainosian Soldiers scattered around the crowd, watching from the alleys. I knew though that there were so many people here, it was impossible to determine whether one was on outlaw or not.
Something glinting caught my eye. I glanced in the direction, to see a tiny crossbow pointing at me through the crowd!
My brain registered that it was the same kind as the black stranger whom I had fought in the snowscape of Bodus, but at that point, I had already reacted. I lunged into a clump of people, hoping that it would confuse the assassin.
When I looked back, all I saw was a purple cape through the crowd.
A little shaken from the moment, I decided to stop at a tavern. It did not have a big sign, but when I looked closely it did say it was a tavern, so I went in.
There, I met the barkeeper’s wife, who was wiping the tables. Nobody else was there at this hour in the afternoon. I asked for a room and she gladly showed it to me.
I stayed in that room for the rest of the day.
Something woke me. Not a noise. Not a smell. But some kind of weird feeling that something strange was about to happen.
Silently I slipped out of the tavern into the welcoming darkness of the alley.
As I peeked around the corner, I saw something surprising: A man, entirely in black, with a strange blade, walking right down the lane, as if he did not care whether he was seen or not.
As I slunk back into the shadows, something made me turn: There, not five meters away, was another man in black. He had interesting markings on his garb, and was carrying two knives.
Without thinking too much, I jumped up onto the bright red roof of the yellow building next to the tavern.
When I stood up, I found myself facing another man in black, with a golden dragon sewed into his clothes, wearing a hood and a red headband. He was holding a long, curved sword, which I personally did not want to come near to.
I jumped back onto the roof of the tavern. Something bad was definitely happening, I knew. Something really bad.
When I had stood up from my landing position, the assassin with the knives, as well as another dragon assassin were already on the roof.
I ran to the other side of the roof. Now I had a crude idea of what was happening. The assassins moved with the same menacing grace as the one I had followed out the heart of Bodus. And they were silent. Totally, almost unimaginably silent.
Something came to my mind. A rumor that I had heard while talking at the tables of the tavern. Something about a sect of assassins that resided in Worsan and were trying to recruit new members. The Black Lotus, they had called it.
I had little time to worry about this, because I launched myself over the main street onto the roof of a house on the opposite side.
The first assassin I had seen jumped up right after me.
I hopped to the next building over. It had a very wide roof. Then I whirled around and, with one practices movement, shot the assassin on the gray roof just as he was about to jump.
I turned back to find myself facing a man in all black, except for the purple cape. I recognized him, or rather it, as I now realized, immediately from the street where he had pointed his crossbow at me. He had done this again bow, and I could tall he was about to shoot.
I knew that I would have to pull off something really good. I managed to take, nock, aim, and shoot, before he could pull the trigger. He went tumbling off the roof.
The two dragon assassins and the knife one all glided onto the roof. I was now facing three assassins at once. And I knew that I had to be really fast about it.
I jumped up onto the higher section of the roof, but before I could shoot, two more assassins landed on the roof: One with a spiked cape, who had energy of some enchantment crackling across his black garb, and the other the one I had fought a few weeks ago.
“I knew you would come” my old enemy hissed. “We had a score to settle, after all. Why don’t you join me and become one of my assassins? We have power. The Black Lotus will down all of Mythron, and Rainos, too, and eventually all you outlaws as well.”
The Black Lotus! I had been right then.
“You really have no choice” the grer whispered.
It was true. As I looked around, I saw that they were everywhere: On rooftops, in the streets. And they weren’t only assassins either. Witches, strange magical creatures, armored fighters, they were all represented.
I acted fast as I could: an arrow was off in less than a second. Four more followed before the first one hit its mark. Sadly, the first mark was also the only one. All the other assassins managed to dodge the shots.
My luck suddenly took a turn for the better when the light of the window went on.
In the light, I could shoot much better. My arrow hit the grer in the neck, and he tumbled off the roof and into the street below.
A vampire and the magic-assassin quickly followed. Maybe it wasn’t an enchantment after all.
The two dragon assassins tried to corner me in.
My dagger struck one through the midsection. He too fell off the roof.
I kicked the other’s hand, causing him to pull his sword away. While he was defenseless, I ripped off his hood and pulled my bow over his head. I pulled back on the string and let go. My bow had a pull weight of sixty kilos. That was enough to put a man out cold. He slumped off the building as well.
Five more followed. This time they were warriors and mages. I could tell by that that they were running out of men.
A taksil and a wolfy being fell to their ends.
An arrow punched a ole through the armor of an orc.
Then my luck backed out again: I reached up to my quiver to find it… empty!
The leftover two mages cackled and screeched. I knew I had to think of something fast…
“It’s no use, little boy” the human one said. “You are already gone”
And as she said it, I knew immediately it was true. Whatever I might try, the witch would cast a spell on me faster than I could launch an arrow. And the worst thing was that she knew that fact just as well as I did.
For the first time in my nightly ordeal, I felt fear. Not the terrible foreboding when I realized that I was being hunted, or the thrill of combat when I faced the many assassins, but an entirely new fear: The urge to scream and cry out for help. Because I knew right then that I was in the witch’s power. And I knew that her magic could probably make an arrow wound seen mild.
In one instant, a stream of green flames grabbed me by the hand, and wrenched my off my feet, dragging me over the roof until I was suspended in the air over the street.
The last thing I remember is that I was in pain. The green flames seemed to crawl down my skin, through my muscles and bones, to my very essence. They set my nerves on fire. Everything burned.
And then it all went black…
Now, you're probably wondering what the skull on the back of the red building had to do with all of this. Well, it's Enalica's symbol, and somebody "painted" it there. Also, you might be wondering why all the buildings are colored. Well, in the LOM UCA it described Worsan as a "Colorful" port city, and because of the bricks that I have, I decided to take that most literally. I might post bonus pictures soon, but not now, because I procrastinated and the UCA is very nearly closed. So, I hope you like it, and please rate and comment!