To: RuneQuest-Digest@Glorantha.Holland.Sun.COM From: RuneQuest-Request@Glorantha.Holland.Sun.COM Subject: RuneQuest Digest Volume 9, no 5, a story. Reply-To: RuneQuest-Digest-Editor@Glorantha.Holland.Sun.COM Sender: Henk.Langeveld@Holland.Sun.COM Contents: Clay Luther Mannimark and the Kingdom of Lead, Pt. 1 -- Henk Langeveld, Maintainer/Editor of the RuneQuest Digest and RuneQuest Daily Submissions for the Daily to:for the Digest: Subscriptions and questions: Me: Henk.Langeveld@Holland.Sun.COM -------------------- From: clay@cool.vortech.com (Clay Luther) Subject: Mannimark and the Kingdom of Lead, Pt. 1 Message-ID: <199309162024.AA08418@cool.vortech.com> Date: 16 Sep 93 10:24:53 GMT Mannimark and the Kingdom of Lead, Part 1 Copyright (c) 1993 by Clay Luther He coughed once, thick, wet, and gravelly, then smiled a bit. When he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, its ancientness pouring out over me like warm milk. "When Mannimark escaped from the house of the rock giant, Caellae, he fled down the slopes of the mountains. Those mountains", pointing out my small window, "there, on the other side. Still very, very far away from here. He fled down the slopes of the mountains in the darkness, still naked and half-tied as Caellae had left him before going out. 'How lucky am I!' he thought to himself, Had I not hid Pun (you remember his mouse, don't you?) with such care, the giant would have certainly eaten me by morning. As it stands my good and tiny friend has gnawed my ropes and set me free.' "Mannimark ran, falling and scraping down the rocky, icy slopes of the mountains. It was cold, as cold as he had ever felt it before, and he thought to himself 'Subere has surely conspired with toothy Winter to make my way as difficult as possible tonight.' He was wrong, of course. Subere felt great affection for Mannimark and never worked against him. You recall I told you once how she helped him steal the golden needles from the Onwinsi, the Marsh Witch. He was wrong, but it was a very dark night, and very cold, and Mannimark, without light or clothes, having barely escaped from the giant's pot, now ran for his life. "He had no way of knowing which way he was going, except down the mountain, or where he wanted to go. The stars and moon, obscured by clouds, provided him no guides. He continued down down down, until the land levelled somewhat. As morning came, he found himself finally off the mountains, but in a very dreary place indeed. 'My!' he thought looking around in the dim light, 'Would I have thought a place less beautiful than a giant's house before coming here today? I think not!' You see, the land about him was as grey and rocky and dim as any land he had ever seen, more so I say, a dirty, dusty, rocky land without tree or bush or grass. What grew, between the rocks and stones and hard, frozen mud were weeds, brown weeds, as tall as you are, some of them with wicked, purple, spiky tops. 'What a dreary place I have found myself' he thought, 'but still, I must find some shelter for I don't like the look of those clouds. It will snow for sure, I think.' So, Mannimark searched all that cold morning long for someplace to lie down and rest, safe from the cold and snow to come. Luckily he found a small rock house with a thatched roof. He called out, but nobody answered him. Finding the shack without owner, he gathered some weeds and whatever wood he could find. Inside he built a bed of weeds. He then asked Mahome for a tiny spark and made a fire to warm himself. Then he fell fast asleep. "Had Mannimark bothered to look at Grovril's maps before taking that foolish bet which landed him in the giant's pot, he might have known he had stumbled into no fouler and forgotten place than the Kingdom of Lead. Yes, that's what I said, I saw you shiver beneath the covers. The Kingdom of Lead, rotten king Pallomark's land, as tainted and as evil a land as I know. Oh yes, my child, I have been there, more than once I shudder to say. No one goes to the Kingdom of Lead without good cause, though there is one cause good enough for some. Lead, you see, even the smallest amount and when properly enchanted, protects against all kinds of witchery. Rotten king Pallomark loved lead. He wore a lead crown and a lead coat. His people knew how to make lead into things no one else could. Not any old lead, but their special enchanted lead, enchanted by the rotten king himself, enchanted so to protect the wearer from all forms of sorcery, as I said. Only Pallomark knew how to do this and he made his people dig day and night in the great lead mines beneath his great lead city at the center of the his great lead kingdom. He built humongous furnaces where he would melt down the leadstones to purify them, all day long, all year long. These furnaces belched unending black clouds into the air and the soot settled over his land and choked every living thing. To fuel his furnaces, he sent his people to chop down all the forests in the kingdom. When all the trees were gone, he tore down his peoples' houses, and burned them. And when all the houses were gone, he dried the bones of the dead before the furnaces, then threw them in like kindling. Eventually, you would think, the rotten king would run out of things to burn. He burned every calf, lamb, puppy, and kitten he could find, every bird and spider. But Pallomark was crafty and he knew the secret to enchant lead. So he traded. He traded his enchanted lead which protected against all forms of sorcery for the things he needed for his people and his furnaces. He traded for food, wood, whale oil, and coal. "Now, the kings of other lands greatly valued Pallomark's lead and were very eager to trade with him. But they feared the Kingdom of Lead. It was a poisonous land, twisted and filthy. The people of the kingdom had grown accustomed to to the filth, though they are ugly now for it. Without exception, the people of the Kingdom of Lead are stooped parodies of real men, with fat, greasy, grey skin and coal black eyes. They grow no hair, and you cannot tell the men from the women. Both sexes bulge and roll unseemly. They have massive foreheads which jut forward and shadow their tiny eyes and their noses are mashed flat against their faces. Their nostrils open only slightly when they breath, producing a fuzzy hissing noise. They never breath through their mouths and it is said if one of them catches cold he will die of suffocation before doing so. They all wear soot black robes of woven lead. And they are very strong, stronger than our strongest men, but typically slower and certainly more stupid than our warriors. Those not born to the Kingdom, but later move there, will certainly die. I only briefly stayed in the Kingdom of Lead, and each time was followed by long periods of painful sickness when I returned home. "So you see, my child, Mannimark had leapt out of the giant's pot into a land of death, though he did not know it yet. He still slept soundly, thinking himself lucky and safe, in the tiny rock house at the foot of the mountains. It so happened, though, that Pallomark had sent a sentry of men that morning to hunt for any deer or rabbit that might have stumbled down out of the mountains during the night. The sentries knew of the tiny rock house and thought to stop there to rest and eat their lunches of leadbread, cold porridge, and grey water. There were three of them, all fat and black-skinned, with jerkins of leadleather and stone handled maces with lead balls. Their names were Ogul, Harat, and Mool, they were the sons of Pallomark's brother, and Pallomark trusted them more than any of his other knights. Ogul carried with him a net made of the webs of spiders fed only a mixture of blood and lead. Harat had a sling of leadthread and ten lead bullets the size of apples. And Mool brought with him a long spear, made of stone and tipped with a lead point as sharp and hard as the finest iron. The rotten king had given his favorite knights these weapons to honor them and everyone in the kingdom knew Ogul, Harat, and Mool by sight because of their weapons. "It had already begun to snow, just as Mannimark predicted, by the time Ogul, Harat, and Mool arrived at the rock house. Mool saw the thin smoke rising from the house's chimney and stopped his brothers. 'Look! Someone is inside. Be quiet so that we can perhaps sneak in and catch them unawares.' Then, more silently than three fat men wearing lead should be, they crept up to the house and inside. Silently, they surrounded Mannimark. Mool smiled to his brothers, then poked Mannimark with his spear. 'Hey you! Wake up!' he hissed through flapping lips. Mannimark came awake rather quickly, jumping back from Mool and groping for his weapons. He had none. 'Look what I have found, brothers!' laughed Mool, 'Sleeping here in our house a man with no clothes in the dead of winter. What are you doing, Naked Man, in our house?' Mannimark replied, pulling up the bed of weeds to cover himself, 'I apologize. I was cold, having just come down out of the mountain, naked as you see, and I needed shelter, for I see it snows outside now as I thought it would. The house was empty, and I thought to use it since it was free.' Ogul, who had an awful temper, knocked Mannimark down with his mace and stood over him, yelling 'You expect us to swallow that story? How can a naked man cross the mountains?' Mannimark wiped blood from his mouth and replied, 'I did not start my crossing without clothes or weapons, but lost them along the way to a giant who lives up there. Surely, though, if I had them my clothes and weapons now I would repay you the favor for this bruise you have given me.' Ogul lifted his mace again to strike Mannimark, but Harat, the slyest of the three, pulled his brothers aside and said 'At first I thought perhaps he was a madman, but he appears healthy and strong. Fine hair grows on his head, chest and under his arms, so we know he is not from our land. Treat him well, angry Ogul, and we will take him to our uncle. If he bodes ill for us, our uncle will know, and we will surely sup on his lily flesh.' Ogul and Mool nodded in agreement and turned back to Mannimark, who had gotten up on his knees. Mool stepped forward and said, 'I apologize for my brother who struck you before asking your name. I am Mool, this is my brother Harak, and you have met ill-mannered brother Ogul already. We are hunting for our uncle, the king of this land, and IJthink he would gladly receive a brave and tender young man like yourself. You may wear my jerkin and walk between my brothers and me to keep warm while we return home.' Mannimark, greatful for the hospitality, accepted MoolUs jerkin and walked between the three ugly brothers back to Pallomark's castle. -- Clay Luther clay@cool.vortech.com Software Engineer Kodak Health Imaging Systems Yelo's gift was a necklace of clam shells from the Ouel Stream strung on gut string with a delicate knot of reeds which performed the role of pendant.