Roanan the Cimmareian: The Shambling Horror

by Dinkledash

Part 3

Their twelve dead buried with honor under a pile of stone, their wounds bound, the company continued up the road. "Roanan, walk with me!" Captain Ironshoe walked at the front with his clerk and his mistress-at-arms, the Cimmareian warmare who had transformed his command from a band of misfits and outcasts to an effective fighting force. "Tell me, how do you think the lads did today?"

"Very well indeed, for their first battle. Had that been just the vanguard, and fighting like the southern Jacks we know, we would have slain the remainder with no further losses, I should think. However, Onager Whytebruin is no mere Jack warleader. He did you honor this day, and he has given me cause to wonder about what other surprises there may be in the savage lands northward."

The captain nodded. "I wonder though, what was meant by the laughter when I spoke of taking the tower. He said there would be no Jacks there. What if there is something else?" He pursed his lips thoughftully.

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The witch rummaged through rotten boxes, cleared shelves of tomes that disintegrated to shreds and dust when they struck the floor of the tower library. "It is here, my son! Here somewhere!" The horrific, hulking pile of stinking vegetation did not move, and made no sound. It waited patiently while its mistress searched.

"Ha! Ah ha!" Her hoof struck an iron ring set in the floor, under a pile of rotten old cloth. Her horn glowed and the stuff burned, leaving behind piles of ash, which she cleared away with a breeze, summoned by a thought. She grinned, capered madly, danced and sang nonsense syllables. Then she stopped, and reached down to pull the ring, and lift the stone out of the floor to which it was attached. It would not budge. She grunted, and her horn glowed.

The ring sat there inert.

"What? Star iron? No! Nooooo!!!!" The witch howled in frustration, then she looked at her nightmarish summoning. "My son! Come here, and raise this stone for your poor old mother!"

The creature did as it was bid, shuffling towards the cleared space, leaving behind a trail of damp, fetid filth as it did. But when it reached for the ring, it paused, then backed away as though repulsed.

"My child, raise this stone!" The vegetative mass again reached forward, but this time it cried out in a horrible roar snatching its limb back as though it were burned.

"You cannot touch the star iron, my son, you are a creature of magic!" She keened her frustration, then bent over and put her hoof to it once more. She grunted and pulled, but the stone would not budge. "Ah! It is too heavy for me to raise!" She swore horrible and dark oaths in tongues that were never meant to be spoken by ponykind. There must be a way! There must!

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The troop reached the river mouth, where the high hills had been cut into by an ancient deluge, carving a rough path to the sea. Numerous cataracts and falls made the river unfordable, but somepony, perhaps an Equilonean king of old, had built a stout stone bridge, the south end of which was guarded by a high tower, the name of which has been long forgotten as this territory had fallen to the ebb and flow of barbarian invasions.

In the tower window above, a single candle burned. "What? So there is a resident in the tower? And one the Jacks did not or could not slay out of hand? What sort of pony might that be?" the Captain asked Roanan, half in wonder and half with worry.

"We will learn nothing standing here, Captain Ironshoe." The Cimmarean started to trudge up the winding path that, if the tower was defended by bowponies, would become a deathtrap for any foe foolish enough to dare a direct assault. The Captain looked back to his command and motioned them forward. The company advanced amid a clattering of armor and weapons.

They marched straight to the tower, with no sign of anypony save the mysterious occupant who burned a candle in the high window. Night was coming on as they reached the portcullis and found it raised, the door open and nopony in sight. Roanan felt a shiver of superstition climb her back, but steeled herself. She feared nothing but the nameless dread felt by all barbarians at the thought of unwholesome sorceries and dark summonings.

Ironhoof held her back from the gate, sending the scout in instead. The small pony, a Neighmedian who was an escaped slave, was not blamed for not realizing the force of Jacks they encountered was merely the vanguard of a much larger force. The thought of Jacks using screening forces was both novel and worrisome to the Captain; he hoped it wouldn't catch on.

The scout, who's name was Clipperhoof, crept cautiously inside, watching for traps and pitfalls. He was through the gatehouse and into the inner bailey when he signaled back to the Captain to bring in the rest. Ironhoof nodded at Roanan and with her at the lead, the main body entered, leaving two of the wounded ponies to guard the gates. The leaders looked up at the stair leading to the main keep. At the top, that gate too was yawning open. The scout scaled the steps with caution and quietly entered the hall of the tower. It was dark, so he lit a torch, and searched for any dangers that could imperil the unit; the place was bare, stripped of all things of value, a stone chamber with a hearth and nothing more.

"No sign of our host yet. He must be in the rooms above; let us go make ourselves known." The captain assigned one noncom to return to the gatehouse with a team to get the portcullis down and called on Sergeant Roughcoat to accompany him, Roanan and Jaghoof to the second level.

There were stairs along the circular interior wall that went up to a closed door. Faint light could be seen under the jam. The Captain looked at Roanan and shrugged. Then he knocked.

A soft feminine voice sounded from behind the door. "Visitors? How wonderful! Please come in!" Roanan's blue eyes narrowed to slits as Ironshoe opened the door. The speaker was revealed to be a unicorn with an alabaster coat and a golden mane, lovely and delicate, her movements full of grace and upon her serene features a smile of welcome under green, sparkling eyes. "My name is Wisdom Warmlight. I am sure you have many questions."

"Well, yes ma'am, I sort of do. I'm Captain Ironshoe, these are Roanan and Jaghoof, members of my unit, and what in the name of all the unnamed gods of kitchens and privies are you doing up here in this land of howling savages? The Captain looked at her, plainly astonished. Roanan grunted. Unicorns...

The unicorn nodded. "The savages are easily misled and frightened by magic, Captain Ironshoe, so I am in no danger. Any who are about would shun the tower, having seen terrible beasts and mighty spells being cast by dreadful sorcerers." She smiled and giggled prettily as the rank and file soldiers stared, enthralled. Captain Ironshoe himself was having a difficult time focusing on the interrogation.

"That's all very well, ma'am, but where are you from and why are you here?" He swallowed hard as he could not help gazing upon the gentle curve of her supple neck, the soft, creaminess of her pure, impossibly white coat, the flowing spun-gold softness of her immaculate mane.

"Captain, Roanan, Jaghoof, I am a seeker of knowledge, sent here from the Academy at Tureign to look for an artifact lost ten thousand moons ago. It is only under this moon that we have been able to locate it, and it is right here in this room! Imagine my frustration when I was unable to obtain it due to the type of protection guarding it. Fortune has smiled upon me, however, and brought you here, and I beg your aid in one small deed. Once I have gathered the relic, a small thing of value only to scholars such as inhabit the Academy, I assure you, I will be on my way and you may have this wonderful old tower all you yourself."

Jaghoof spoke first. "That would explain why the Jacks were laughing about us coming to the tower, if they thought there was a sorcerer here, performing dark magic." Roanan nodded, but was still suspicious of this unicorn.

"Well, Mage Warmlight, what is this service you require?" The Captain was smiling openly now, utterly charmed.

"Upon the floor, you see there, that iron ring? It is made of starmetal, and my magic cannot touch it." She sighed. "It is also quite beyond my ability to lift with my own strength. Surely yon brawny Cimmarean could raise the stone with one hoof."

"Roanan, would you please?" The Captain did not look at her while he spoke, he gazed at the enthralling enchantress.

"Sir, are you sure this is wise?" He nodded, a grin on his face. Roanan sighed. Stallions! She walked to the ring, and as she did, the mage followed closely, blessing all with her generous smile. Of the stallions, only Jaghoof didn't appear to be smitten. He looked at Roanan, and smiled broadly. Stallions! She grasped the ring in one hoof and pulled. The stone was set firmly, perhaps cemented, but there was a grinding sound and it popped free, leaving her holding the heavy ring and perhaps a hundred pound block of stone. The unicorn moved quickly to grab the contents of the hole, her black hoof and matted coat a blur... wait a minute!

Roanan looked in horror at the apparition before her and gagged as a terrible smell filled her nostrils. The fantastically beautiful unicorn was gone, replaced instead by a foul nag, black and grey with a matted coat, scrawny neck, a twisted black horn and crazed eyes, mismatched with one brown and one green. She looked like what might result if a Jack bred with a unicorn, and the spawn of such a union had been raised in Stirrupya among the nameless dark gods and demons. She leered at Roanan with yellow teeth as she placed what seemed to be a piece of tin carved with runes on a rawhide strip around her neck. "Thank you." Her once dulcet tones were a cruel rasp.

Roanan released her hold on the iron ring and the stone dropped to the floor, and all was as it was. The beautiful unicorn was wearing a small silver bell on a silver chain, smiling at her with earnest thanks. Chrome! "Ironshoe, Jaghoof! It's a glamour! She's not..." The unicorn frowned, then looked at the ring, comprehension dawning on its false features.

"Oh, the starmetal opened your eyes! Well, no matter, you have served your purpose." Roanan found herself paralyzed, her heart filled with a foul and polluted ice as a black glow shone from the unicorn's horn, the illusion falling away. The soldiers recoiled from the suddenly hideous nag. A wretched stench filled the room; how could we have missed it? wondered Roanan. It was as though they were in the midst of a foetid bog.

Captain Ironshoe recovered first and drew his blade with great speed, whipping it across the witch's neck. It bounced off like he had struck an iron statue. "Oh, yes, thank you Roanan, for this little bauble." She grinned hideously. "You could strike me all day with your weapons and not a one would scratch me. I don't even have to kill you, and you have been of service to me... but my son has to eat. Come meet our guests, my child!" she called, as swords and spears bounded off her flesh.

There was another staircase that led to the tower roof. Ronan shuddered as the door at the top of the stairs opened and the nauseating stench redoubled in strength. Several of the soldiers vomited, and they were fortunate as they were not looking at the freakish caricature of a pony as it shambled down the stairs, leaving behind a foul, damp trail as it did so. Soldiers screamed as they saw doom descend upon them. Several ran for the door, only to find it bound by the witch's puissant magics, and banged on it uselessly, wailing in desperation. Others were made of sterner stuff, and having made no impression on the witch, focused their attention on the abomination that stepped off the staircase and into the room.

A grey pony with a white mane charged the thing, his eyes wide with terror, his sword swinging to bury itself in the enormous monster's neck. The creature made no sound as it grasped the pony with its forward appendages, lifted him from the ground and twisted, shattering his spine like a shoot of rotten bamboo. It threw the broken pony into the crowd of soldiers now backing away, looking desperately for any means of escape; several were bowled over. Roanan still could not move move or speak, only watch in horror as it pushed forward, trapping Sergeant Roughcoat against the wall with an outstretched limb. His muffled screech could be heard as it covered his head with the pad of damp, moudly vegetation that should have been a hoof, and leaned into him. There was a sickening popping sound that filled the room over the moans and cries of the terrified ponies as his skull shattered. The creature pulled back, Roughcoat's headless corpse sliding down a wall covered with blood, brain and bone. It turned pits that may have been eyes in the mad imaginings of some drug-crazed lunatic towards the survivors.

The thing waded into the gathered soldiers, taking two of them and smashing them together and tossing their broken forms aside like dolls. One soldier ran for the staircase, up and out onto the roof. His cry as threw himself from the battlements was one as of victory. Another took his blade and slit his own throat, rather than join his brother who was lifted up to the mouth of the thing, his head engulfed by the black maw, and pulled off by a single motion. The nightmare chewed on bone and brain and cast about for others to slay as the door was beaten on both sides; soldiers frantic for entry on the one side and those desperate for exit on the other.

Only Captain Ironshoe and Corporal Jaghoof remained capable of coherent thought and movement. The officer leaped at the thing, his mighty sword shearing off shards of vegetation as he danced in and out of the abomination's reach. Jaghoof leaped for the unicornoid, but instead of attacking with his sword, he leaped bodily upon her and bore her down to the floor. The ice in Roanan's heart faded and she found she could move, albeit sluggishly.

She drew her blade and moved forward as though through cold water, to where the Captain was fencing with the thing out of a nightmare. He slipped on the blood-slicked stones and the thing reared up to catch him up in an awful bear hug. With every step she gained surer movement and when she reached the thing, her sword carved chunks out of its back as it tried to smother Ironshoe. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black flash; the witch had turned her spell on Jaghoof and he was pinned against the wall.

The horror released the Captain to deal with this new threat. It turned on Roanan and reared to crush her, Ironshoe sprawled and dazed on the floor. He cried out to her, "It has a heartbeat! The heart, Roanan!" Then the thing flew at her, coming down from almost twice her height, a wall of black and green filth. She threw the point of her blade upward in a stop-thrust, aimed at the center of its chest, and it rode the blade down to get at her, mindless in its rage.

The sword seemed to strike something less yielding than the surrounding vegetable matter as the creature fell upon her, and she twisted the blade just before it crushed her. Black ichor erupted from the chest and it released a nauseating gasp of air as it roared its death-howl, momentum carrying it down upon her. At that moment before it smashed Roanan to the floor, the spell binding the vegetation broke, and she was covered in a deluge of rotting garbage that clothed her and the floor and clung to the black blood that flowed down her arms from the heart impaled upon her sword.

"NOOO! MY SON!" The witch shrieked in rage, and dropped Jaghoof, who slid down the floor to lay still. The Captain recovered himself enough to run into her and clasped her around the waist. Her horn glowed black as she prepared herself to deal with this next minor annoyance. Roanan dropped her sword.

She bent and picked up the stone with the starmetal ring and rushed at the witch. Roanan held it in two hooves, with the ring on the striking face as though a hammer. The witch realized her peril at the last instant, her mismatched eyes going wide as the stone came down upon her. "NO!" The starmetal broke her shield and the stone broke her head, neck, and forelegs with a great crunching sound as it was propelled downward by all the force of the Cimmarean's rage and hatred. The stone itself shattered and all was still and quiet except for the moans of the wounded and the cries of the mad. The door flew apart under the sustained assault and Sergeant Stoutshanks burst into the room at the head of a squad, astonished by the evidence of violence and foul magic. He helped his Captain extricate himself from the crushed corpse of some dark pony and watched as Roanan, covered in filth and blood, leaned over Jaghoof.

She looked down upon him as he took shallow breaths, blood running from his muzzle. "She crushed me, Roanan, but I am avenged. You were magnificent. May the gods always smile on you." She reached her hoof down to stroke his face and he weakly turned to kiss it, then coughed, more blood leaking.

"When I am in my cups, and I sing in the taverns of great warriors I have fought with and known, the name of Jaghoof will always be given the greatest honor." Her molten blue eyes were filled with pain as she bent forward to kiss him. Then he was gone.

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When dawn came, the dead were laid to rest under a stone in the courtyard, and ponies stood to remember their comrades and honor their deeds. Except for Jaghoof. Roanan had taken his body to the top of the tower, and here she built a bier and lit it under him, and stood there in silence as the flames consumed him, his spirit flying with the sparks that flew up high over the river and down into the sea. Ironshoe and Clipperhoof stood by, off to the side. Clipperhoof's eyes shown with moisture and Ironshoe turned, in astonishment. He wiped away the tears, saying "She will not cry, so I will cry for her."

Three days later, as they set about cleaning and repairing the fortification, a lookout spied a ship coming up the shore, a galley flying the red and gold standard of Equilonia, which also now streamed from the tower roof. There were cheers and shouts of huzzah by all except for Roanan, who had been in a brown study since the death of Jaghoof.

The Captain, a piece of tin bound to his breast, touched his friend on the shoulder. "Thank you. None of this would have been possible without you, Roanan." She grunted, then the lookout cried again.

"A Jackish host, from the south!" The Captain and Roanan both ran to the south wall to espy hundreds of Jack warriors marching, followed by a hundred more Jacks in chains, led by the grisly standard of a Jack's head on a long pole. Onager Whytebruin had returned, true to his promise. He stopped on the side of the road, looked at the tower flying the Equilonian standard and saluted them. Even from here, you could hear the echoes of his great laugh. His troop marched on towards the bridge.

Roanan looked at her Captain, a ring of iron on a thick cord around her neck, and smiled for the first time in three days. "You have done well, my Captain. I shall sing of you in the mead halls as well, but my blood will not let me stand guard in a fortress, as you well know.

"Come with me to Equilonia! There will be honors, rewards, position! You shall be my right hoof, Roanan! There is none I admire or esteem more than you!" She smiled again and shook her head. "No, but thank you. My honors and rewards I shall take with my own hoof, but the north calls to me now." She looked out at the column now crossing the bridge. "Farewell, my friend." Then she was down the stairs, out the gate, and in pursuit of the the host of Onager Whytebruin.

Clipperhoof looked at the Captain. Ironshoe shook his head. "You're madder than she! Go ahead, be off with you!" The scout smiled and bounded down after the barbarian.

A time would come when Roanan would return to Equilonia, and there she would fight alongside General Ironshoe, and slay a tyrant, ripping the crown from the head of that wicked pony to set it upon her head with her own hoof. But that is a story for another day.

Author's Note:

There! I hope you enjoyed it. I did borrow a few elements from the Conan The Barbarian movie (the first one) which I hope you don't mind. Please give me feedback! If you downvote this, please tell me why; it will help me improve as a writer! And may the gods smile upon you all in battle!

Comments

[ponygrad]

I don't care what anyone says this story is dope af

[Dinkledash]

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Thanks. I don’t know why it never got any love. Even if people haven’t read the stories, it’s not like the original Conan movie wasn’t a classic. You’d think there’d be some interest.

I mean it’s been five years and I had forgotten most of it and re-reading it was highly entertaining imho.

[Scholarly-Cimmerian]

A ponified Conan story? You have my attention.

[Scholarly-Cimmerian]

Wow, what a finish this was! Great work all around, I really enjoyed reading this story of Roanan and her adventures.

[Griffonheart2012]

An excellent tale worthy of both Howard and Faust. I raise my Sword to you.