Zyf's Journal Part 31
And now, part 31 of the Travel Journals of Zyf, devoted of Myn
Doctor Flann ui Phurrison hurried down the busy metropolitan thoroughfare with a single minded determinedness that one would not normally find in such a chaotic mind. His news to his friend was simply too good to be trusted to a messenger and the delight in seeing the old boy’s face was something he would not allow himself to miss. A cab would have gotten him to his destination quicker and with, perhaps, less wear and tear on his expensive leather oxfords but the information he had recently discovered had filled him with such an abundance of youthful energy that sitting idly in a cab was completely out of the question.
The Case of the Abandoned Cathedral
Phurrison approached the two story boarding house at the end of Baker Street and brushed past the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, with barely a nod in her direction so focused was he on the impending revelation. Hurrying up the seventeen steps to the upper apartment, the good Doctor heard the soft playing of a violin from within and thrust open the door to find Zyflock Dwarfington Holmes standing before the fire place with his eyes closed as he coaxed a particularly difficult chord from the ancient instrument.
“Holmes,” declared Phurrison, “I have great news!”
“One moment, Phurrison,” replied the unperturbed dwarf-detective, “I am nearly at the end of this measure.”
“It can’t wait, old boy,” said the doctor interrupting the final few notes.
“Very well then,” said Holmes opening his eyes and finally looking at the excited physician. “First, though, do get yourself a glass of that excellent sherry on the table, I highly recommend it, and calm down. You look as though you are ready to burst with anticipation.”
“I know where Professor Vaerius is going!” he said.
‘Yes, Innsskittering,’ replied Holmes. “What is your great news?”
For a long moment, Phurrison stared at the brilliant detective then, “But, but…? How did you know?”
‘Elementary, my dear Phurrison, on our most recent case with the Termilatude, I observed Vaerius taking a keen interest in our boy, Malk. Vaerius had also remarked on several occasions about how much he had traveled and would prefer to find other worlds to visit. Notice how he did not join us for the trek to Tiamat’s plane and only arrived at the very end. Recall also how he showed up almost immediately after the fall of our brief friend, Lord Darrien. Vaerius, who was known to practice the divining arts, would not have been keen to join us with that paragon of virtue among our ranks so he cleverly scryed upon us and waited until Darrien’s demise. I would not be at all surprised if Vaerius didn’t have something to do with that, but alas, for that I have no proof. Furthermore, my own studies of Traveling Magicks brought me to an obscure reference regarding Esus, a neutral god of the southern empire who was swayed by the dark powers of that pantheon to betray the forces of good whereupon Palatine and Mahte were captured but Myn was spared due to Her unfailing ability to be awesome. Esus is therefore a key player in this extra-planar tragedy and his Temple is located in…’
“Innsskittering!” finished the astonished doctor. “Brilliant! When do we leave?”
“I have already sent word to the Baker Street irregulars to meet us here this afternoon. Do pour me a glass of sherry, old boy, and bring your service revolver. The game’s afoot!”
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