Episode 1, Part 4: The Dark Spyglass

By Mercy Eva Parson

## Chapter One:

Crux carefully examined the scattered bones strewn across the cavern floor. It was a disconcerting sight, the remains of various races, both human and elf, bearing silent witness to some unknown tragedy. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized the eerie implications of their discovery. These bones spoke of a history untold, a story buried beneath the earth for countless years.

Meanwhile, Veloris ventured further into the cave, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings. The eerie green slime-covered cobwebs hanging from the roots above created an otherworldly atmosphere, casting bizarre shadows across the stone walls. The source of these strange, ethereal strands remained a mystery, leaving an unsettling sense of the unknown.

With a collective decision, the group resolved to continue their exploration, heading southward into the cavern's depths. The darkness seemed to envelop them, concealing secrets and perils yet to be revealed. As they pressed forward, their journey into the enigmatic world of the dark cave had only just begun.

As the group pressed deeper into the cavern, their lanterns casting eerie shadows against the stone walls, they stumbled upon a grim discovery. The cave floor was littered with the lifeless bodies of around twenty individuals, each clad in armor and wrapped in blood-red bandages. Crux and Zier, veterans of the war, recognized them immediately as The Red Ribbon Army Scouts, former comrades who had fallen in battle and been repurposed as undead soldiers by The Coos. The memories of witnessing their fellow troops transformed into these abominations haunted them still.

Veloris, with his mystical insight, approached the slumbering scouts cautiously. His keen senses detected that they were in a state of dormancy, as if in a deep and unnatural slumber. He relayed his findings to the group, explaining that the scouts would only awaken if provoked, either by attack or some other external trigger.

Pressing onward, the party ventured southward, guided by the underground lake that glistened in the dim light. The water flowed with such force that it was clear this underground reservoir was fed by the mighty Vircona River. The sight of the rushing water was a stark contrast to the stillness of the cave.

As they continued their exploration, a strange red light caught their attention. It emanated from a small rocky island within the lake, casting an eerie glow across the subterranean chamber. The party's curiosity was piqued, and they knew that their journey into the dark cave held more mysteries and dangers than they could have anticipated.

## Chapter Two:

The party stood on the cavern's edge, gazing across the dark waters at the mysterious red light emanating from the rocky island about a hundred feet away. The soft lapping of the underground lake against the shore provided a haunting backdrop to their deliberation.

Crux scratched his head, eyeing the distance to the island. "I could give it a try, but I'll be honest, swimming's not my strong suit," he admitted.

Theo glanced down at his finely tailored vest, his face twisted in dismay. "I'd rather not ruin my clothes," he replied, running a hand over the smooth fabric.

Veloris shook his head emphatically. "Absolutely not. Swimming isn't my forte, and I'd rather not take any risks," he stated firmly.

Karen, ever loyal to Veloris, nodded in agreement. "I'll stay by Veloris' side," she said, casting a protective glance at her companion.

As the debate continued, Zier, the most seasoned adventurer of the group, stepped forward with a determined look. "Alright, I'll do it," he declared, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to wade into the water. "Keep an eye on me, and if something happens, be ready to pull me out."

With a nod of agreement, the party watched as Zier waded into the underground lake, the red light growing closer with each stroke. The cold, dark waters swallowed him, and for a moment, uncertainty hung in the air. But Zier pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets of the enigmatic island and the source of the eerie glow.

As Zier made his way towards the island in the underground lake, Karen turned to Crux with curiosity in her eyes. "Crux, can you fly?" she asked, her arms waving softly up and down.

Crux looked at her and smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Well, Karen, not all Tengus can fly," he explained. "It's a trait that some of us have, but most, like me, can't. I'm afraid I'll have to rely on other skills for now."

Karen nodded, her arms settling back against her frame. "I see," she replied, her attention returning to the unfolding situation in the dark cavern.

Zier, determined to reach the mysterious red light on the island, began his swim with a strong push from the shore. The distance was considerable, and he could feel his muscles straining as he cut through the water. The fatigue started to set in, making each stroke more challenging than the last.

As he reached the island, Zier was relieved to find that the rope tied around his waist had held firm throughout the swim. It was a precaution the party had wisely taken, and it had proven its worth in this situation. He knew that the journey back to the shore would be just as demanding, but with the safety of the rope, he felt more confident in his ability to make the return swim.

Now, he turned his attention to the enigmatic dais with its Coos markings and the Dark Spyglass sitting at its center. The engravings on the dais intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder about the significance of the crimson lens on the spyglass. The words in Sylven, "The Abyssal Ocular," held a mysterious allure, and he was eager to examine the spyglass more closely.

As he held the mysterious artifact, Zier couldn't help but wonder about its purpose and the significance of its name. It was a discovery that raised more questions than answers, and he knew that the party would need to investigate further to unravel the secrets of the Dark Spyglass.

Zier couldn't resist the allure of the Dark Spyglass and raised it to his eye, peering through its crimson lens. What he witnessed was nothing short of extraordinary.

As he gazed through the spyglass, his vision transcended the mundane and entered a realm of the supernatural. Ethereal red lines extended from the dais to each of the Red Ribbon Scout bodies, connecting them in a web of mystical energy. It was a sight that sent shivers down his spine, for it hinted at a deeper connection between the scouts and this enigmatic place.

Whispers, like soft tendrils of darkness, began to drift into his mind. They urged him, compelled him to "Peer into the abyss." The voices were haunting, their source unknown, but their influence undeniable.

The spyglass's power didn't stop there. Zier marveled as he could see through certain objects, their transparency revealing hidden secrets and concealed truths. It was as if the boundaries of reality had momentarily blurred, granting him insight into the unseen.

But it was the vision of the woman's glowing, ghostly green form lying at the bottom of the lake that truly unnerved him. She appeared lifeless, and her presence in the depths of the water raised questions that begged answers. And then, in the distance, he spotted a dark version of himself, a reflection filled with ominous intent. Their locked gaze filled Zier with an unsettling sense of foreboding.

With a deep breath, he withdrew the spyglass from his eye, the whispers fading as he did so. The artifact held incredible power, and he knew that it could be a key to unraveling the mysteries that surrounded them. But it also posed risks, as the unsettling visions and the haunting whispers had made abundantly clear. Zier carefully placed the Dark Spyglass back in his bag, determined to share his findings and the strange experiences with the rest of the party.

## Chapter Three:

The party watched in horror as Zier stepped off the dais, unknowingly triggering a malevolent mechanism. In an instant, the lifeless bodies of the Red Ribbon Scouts began to stir, limbs twitching as they were animated by some dark and sinister force. The eerie sight sent shivers down their spines.

With dread mounting in their hearts, the party knew they had little time to spare. The reanimated scouts, once loyal soldiers, now moved with an unnatural and menacing purpose, closing in on the party. The chamber echoed with the haunting sounds of creaking bones and the slow, deliberate footsteps of the undead.

Panic seized the party, and they desperately tried to pull Zier back by the rope, but their efforts proved futile. The rope, wet from the cave and lake water, slipped through their hands like a treacherous serpent, offering no grip.

Zier, aware of the mounting danger, swam with all his might, though fatigue weighed him down from his earlier swim. The cold waters of the underground lake seemed to conspire against him, but his determination drove him forward.

A tense decision was made amidst the chaos. The party realized that they had no choice but to face the reanimated scouts head-on while they awaited Zier's return. Once he reached them, Karen could employ her teleportation abilities to transport them further up the cave, giving them a chance to make a hasty escape.

As the scouts closed in, the party braced themselves for the impending battle. Time was of the essence, and their fates hung in the balance, tied to the strength of their resolve and the success of their plan.

The party sprang into action with a combination of cunning tactics and sheer determination. Crux let out a piercing caw, a trick from his avian heritage, disrupting the unnatural aura that surrounded the reanimated scouts and causing one of them to falter momentarily.

Theo unleashed a powerful burst of positive energy, channeling it into a darkly shimmering bolt that struck another scout, causing it to recoil from the divine force. Veloris summoned an animated suit of armor, which moved to the front lines to defend against the approaching undead, its ethereal form providing a formidable barrier.

With their combined efforts, they managed to pull on the rope, helping Zier make progress in his swim back to safety. Theo, Crux, and Veloris continued to attack and defend, keeping the encroaching scouts at bay.

Amidst the chaos, Karen's voice rang out with a command. She urged everyone to gather close to her, readying her teleportation magic for their escape. The party knew they had to endure just a little longer, as Zier fought against the fatigue and the resistance of the water, making steady progress toward their lifeline.

The tension in the chamber was palpable as the party held their ground, determined to reunite with Zier and escape the clutches of the reanimated scouts.

Crux and Theo, driven by their resolve to protect their comrades, unleashed another surge of disruptive positive energy. The burst of divine power radiated outward, engulfing the nearby scouts in its blinding brilliance. Two of the reanimated foes were obliterated by the intense energy, their forms disintegrating into nothingness.

Veloris and his animated suit of armor fought valiantly, intercepting a scout that had ventured dangerously close to Karen. The armor swung its spectral weapon, striking the undead creature down before it could inflict harm on their group.

Zier, fatigued but determined, continued to swim with all his strength, inching closer to his companions. Karen, sensing the critical moment, channeled her teleportation magic once more. With a flash of magical energy, the party was transported 120 feet up the cave, away from the immediate threat of the reanimated scouts.

However, as they materialized in their new location, they found themselves surrounded by more of the undead scouts, their empty eye sockets fixated on the intruders. The battle was far from over, and the party needed to find a way to escape this dire situation.

## Chapter Four:

In the midst of the dire situation, Zier's demeanor shifted from fear to unbridled rage. Fueled by his determination and a burning desire to protect his comrades, he unleashed a furious assault on the reanimated scouts with his Tricky Pick.

Each swing and thrust of his weapon was executed with precision and purpose, finding its mark on the undead creatures. One by one, the scouts fell before his relentless onslaught, their bodies piling up at his feet. Zier's laughter rang out manically, but there was a method to his madness. His strikes were not wild, but deliberate, ensuring that those who had been twisted into instruments of evil found rest in their final moments.

The party watched in awe and relief as Zier carved a path through their assailants. His unwavering resolve and combat prowess turned the tide of the battle, granting them a fighting chance in the face of the relentless horde of undead scouts.

With Zier's unwavering resolve and relentless assault leading the way, the rest of the party decided that running was no longer an option. Instead, they turned to face the remaining reanimated scouts with newfound determination.

Theo, Crux, Veloris, and Karen unleashed a barrage of spells, strikes, and attacks that tore through the remaining scouts. Blast after blast of energy, sword swing after sword swing, they systematically took out the undead threats that surrounded them.

Zier's manic laughter seemed to infuse them with a strange sense of purpose, and the party fought with newfound strength and coordination. Together, they dispatched whatever scouts remained, refusing to yield to the relentless horde and determined to stand their ground.

As the dust settled and the battle against the Red Ribbon Army Scouts came to an end, Crux turned his attention to Zier, concerned about his well-being. He asked Zier if he was alright, given the intensity of the battle and the eerie laughter that had accompanied it.

Zier, catching his breath and wiping his brow, looked at Crux with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. He admitted, "I'm alright, Crux. In fact, it feels good to finally do something against the Red Ribbon Army. But we must remember, these were just scouts, and the real threat lies with the Army itself. We have to stay vigilant and prepared for what may come next."

Crux nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of their situation. The victory over the scouts was a small but important step in their larger mission to confront the Red Ribbon Army and uncover the mysteries of the Dark Spyglass. They couldn't afford to let their guard down now.

After the intense battle with the Red Ribbon Army Scouts, Zier took a moment to catch his breath. His curiosity and fascination with the Dark Spyglass hadn't waned, and he couldn't resist the urge to examine it again. He carefully retrieved the spyglass from his belongings and looked through it.

As he peered through the crimson lens, he was met with an unsettling sight. The ghostly woman he had spotted at the bottom of the lake earlier was no longer submerged. She now stood on the bank, her ethereal form illuminated by a ghostly green glow. It was a haunting image, and Zier couldn't shake the feeling of unease that it evoked.

But what was even more disconcerting was the presence of his shadow self, now much closer to the woman. It was as though the dark version of himself had drawn nearer, its gaze fixed on him with an ominous intent.

Zier took a deep breath, realizing that he needed to provide his companions with a full account of what he had seen through the Dark Spyglass, both before and after their encounter with the Red Ribbon Army Scouts. He cleared his throat and continued, "I should've mentioned this earlier, but when I first used the spyglass, I saw something else. In the water, there was a woman's body, glowing with a ghostly green light. It was at the lake's bottom. And, behind her, far off in the distance, I saw... myself, or at least a dark, distorted version of me."

He paused for a moment to let the gravity of his words sink in. "I didn't want to alarm anyone at the time, but now that we've encountered those scouts and I've seen my shadow self getting closer to that woman, I can't help but feel that these visions are connected somehow. There's something unnatural and malevolent about it all."

Zier looked around at his companions, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. "I don't know what it means or why these visions are appearing, but I thought you all should be aware of what I've seen. It might be crucial to understanding what's happening here."

Crux takes out the pendant he found back in Episode 1, Part 2: The Battle with the Spectral Choir.

As Crux donned the pendant and focused his thoughts on the ghostly woman, he felt a subtle shift in his perception. The world around him seemed to blur slightly, and the ethereal presence of the woman became more vivid and pronounced. Her form shimmered like a mirage as she responded to his inquiries.

"Who are you?" Crux asked, his voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern.

The ghostly woman gazed at him with eyes filled with sorrow. She replied in a soft, melancholic voice, "Edmund, why have you brought me here? Edmund, what have you done?"

Crux felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of the name "Edmund." It was a name he had heard before, connected to the mysteries of Holloway House. Gathering his courage, he continued, "Are you Eleanor?"

The ghostly woman's gaze shifted upward, as if seeking answers from the unseen. Then, she slowly ascended into the air, passing through the solid cavern ceiling and disappearing from view.

Crux removed the pendant and relayed the eerie encounter to the rest of the party, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm not sure who she is, but she called me 'Edmund' and seemed to know something about this place. And when I asked if she was Eleanor, she just... left, floating back into the mansion."

The party exchanged uneasy glances, the enigma of Holloway House deepening with each revelation.

## Chapter Five:

As the party rushed back through the eerie and dimly lit mansion, their footsteps echoing through the hollow halls, they finally reached the Sitting Room. There, Theo took the spyglass from Zier, feeling a sense of curiosity and trepidation. He raised the spyglass to his eye and peered through it.

To his astonishment, he saw the ghostly woman, the same ethereal figure he had glimpsed in the cavern, floating gracefully by the fireplace. Her presence was both haunting and beautiful, a testament to the mysterious nature of Holloway House.

Theo watched her for a moment, his mind filled with questions, but he did not speak of what he saw. Instead, he lowered the spyglass and handed it back to Zier, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Theo's eyes then darted briefly to a shadowy figure that seemed to linger just behind him, a darker and more foreboding version of himself. It sent a chill down his spine, but he chose to keep this unsettling revelation to himself, unsure of its significance or what it might portend.

The party, unaware of the shadowy presence, exchanged glances of anticipation and unease, their journey through the enigmatic Holloway House taking unexpected turns with each passing moment.

With the locket gently warming by the crackling fire, the party gathered around the fireplace, their eyes fixed on the mantel where the ethereal figure of Eleanor was gradually taking shape. As the ghostly woman became more distinct, her presence filled the room, and her soft, mournful eyes met those of her unexpected visitors.

The party began to converse with her, seeking to understand her story and the mysteries of Holloway House. Eleanor shared her memories, speaking of a time when she and Edmund, deeply in love, had cherished moments sitting by this very fire. Her words carried a wistful tone, as if reliving those moments brought her both joy and sorrow.

But then, Eleanor's countenance grew somber as she revealed the tragic twist in her tale – her illness and her untimely death. It was clear that her love for Edmund had endured beyond the boundaries of life itself.

Theo, sensing the need for honesty, gently told Eleanor of Edmund's passing, which had occurred five years ago. Eleanor's spirit seemed to sag with sadness at the news, but she whispered that perhaps now, in the afterlife, they could be reunited once more.

Curiosity piqued, Zier asked about Edmund's occupation, and Eleanor shared that he was a scholar, a man devoted to the pursuit of knowledge.

As the conversation unfolded, Eleanor's spectral form continued to gain substance, her ethereal presence filling the room. She shared with the party the location of Edmund's office on the second floor, hinting that they might find more answers there.

With newfound purpose, the party listened intently to Eleanor's words, eager to uncover the secrets concealed within the enigmatic Holloway House.

To be continued...