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THE BRUTE IN RAVENLOFT
(c) 1993, 2018 by Anthony Durrant
I don't know how I got into Ravenloft. All I know is that I was seated
at my desk writing a story when all of a sudden a black fog surrounded my
home and I found myself standing in a field of corn! The Looking around
the field, I saw a man in coveralls with a pitchfork. Going over to him,
I asked:
"Can you tell me where I am, sir?"
"You're outside the city of Souragne, young lady!" he said.
Transforming into my alter ego, the Brute, I walked into Souragne.
There, I spied an inn near a blacksmith's shop, so I changed back to
normal and walked into the inn, and took a room, although the inkeeper,
Dargoth, commented on my unusual clothes. I slept well, and in the
morning I was quite refreshed. Opening my window for some fresh air, I
heard a man shouting:
"The werewolf has killed another victim!"
"Who was it?" I shouted back.
"Yohann, the tailor!" he replied. "He was found with his throat bitten
apart this morning!"
Dargoth came up to bring me down for breakfast, and as I seated myself at
his table, he introduced me to his daughter Margraeth, a sweet girl with
long dark hair and greeny-blue eyes, who asked me:
"What's your name, strange girl?"
"Charlotte Adams," I replied, "but my enemies know me as the Brute!"
"What a silly nickname!" she replied. "You look nothing like a brute!"
The thought of my name being laughed at made me so mad that the serum in
my blood was activated and I turned into the Brute. When I finally
turned back to normal, I apologized to Dargoth for the damage I had
caused, and he replied:
"Maybe Dr. Van Rockten can help you!"
"Is he staying at this inn?" I asked Dargoth, and he replied:
"He's at the table over there, eating dinner with those two men."
Dr. Rudolph van Rockten was a small man with white hair, and one of the
men with him said:
"Dr. Van Rockten indeed! Why, you're just a little fellow!"
This made me so mad that I once again turned into the Brute and almost
wrecked the inn until the doctor uttered a spell that put me to sleep,
then returned me to normal. Everyone stood back as he came up to me and
made an incision just above my right eyebrow, then put tweezers into the
incision. Van Rockten then felt around my brain until he found something
in my skull and withdrew it - it was a large piece of ceramic. Then he
said:
"Now I know why her mind blanks out - this is pressing on her brain when
she transforms into that Brute woman. Now that I've removed it, her mind
will never blank out again!"
***
All was black around me as I stood facing the Brute in my dream. She
roared and smacked me in the side, and I couldn't do anything - my alter
ego was too powerful. She pummelled me until I thought I was dead, and
as she stood gasping for breath, I saw my chance and jumped on her then
tried to choke her to death. Margraeth's voice souted:
"No, Charlotte - do not kill the Brute In fact, don't fight her at all!
Be neutral - be reserved - and you will come out of this all right!"
I stepped off the Brute and she kayoed me with her fist. As I lay there
on the ground watching her about to kill me, I realized what Margraeth
was saying.
"No!" I cried to the Brute. "Don't fight!"
The Brute lowered her fists and looked at me. She appeared to be
bewildered.
"Fighting isn't the way!" I told the Brute. "We've got to be neutral -
neutral, do you hear?"
The Brute nodded, smiled and extended her hand, whick I shook graciously.
Suddenly, my own body crumbled to dust and I felt myself go into her.
Now I was in control of the Brute for good! I raised my arms to the sky
and shouted:
"Thank you, Margraeth, thank you!"
Then I woke up - and realized I was indeed the Brute. Now I wouldn't
have to worry about changing my form when I got mad anymore. As I rose
to my feet, a man ran into the inn.
"The werewolf killed my wife!" he shouted, and I asked him:
"How did it happen?"
"He ripped out her throat, then feasted on her blood and her flesh!" the
man cried.
"Then the girl and I will follow you back home!" Dr. van Rockten replied.
"My clothes are in tatters!" I replied, "so I need something to wear
first!"
I left the inn wearing a white bathrobe owned by Dargoth, who shouted:
"If you bust my housecoat -"
"Would you tell Margreath where we're going?" I asked the doctor.
"No need - she's a telepath!" he replied. "She alerted me that you had
transformed into the Brute, and after you had turned back to normal, I
removed a piece of ceramic from your head."
"It must have gotten there when I broke a pot or something as a baby!" I
said. "No wonder I've got this splitting headache."
Van Rockten had already sewn up the incision; my final transformation had
healed it completely. As we reached the house of Genesis, the bereaved
husband, the braggart smiled broadly and said:
"This should be easy for a hunter like me - I am going to examine the
body, then go after the werewolf. After I kill him, his surviving
victims can be cured by the priest."
"Braggart," I thought, "I'm no hunter, but I could do much better than
you!"
The body - or what was left of it - lay upon its back on a double-sized
bed. The neck had been torn completely, and a large red stain plainly
showed us where it had been. Chunks of flesh were missing from the
girl's body, having been torn off in a brutal feeding frenzy. Aghast, I
told Genesis:
"You realize, of course, that you're a suspect?"
"Of course!" said Genesis. "Amallia was lying beside me in bed, and we
were both asleep! Arthur?"
The braggart - Arthur - reached down to the head and pulled a wolf's
tooth from the ruined neck.
"It's small," he said, "so we're looking for a wolf that's smaller than
normal - about so long."
He spread his hands twenty-four inches, to show the size of the beast,
then sent me back to Dargoth's inn. On the way, I saw a big dog in front
of the mayor's residence. Going up to the dog, I held out my fist and he
jumped me, so I fought back and finally had to kill the dog before he
killed me. The mayor had dashed out of his house when he heard the
fight, and shouted:
"Don't you know it's illegal to kill animals in Souragne?"
"He jumped me!" I said.
"That doesn't matter. Under the law, you have to pay for your crime."
"How?"
"Under Offence no. 7(s), killing a trained animal, you have to take the
dog's place."
And he took the spiked collar off the dog and buckled it around my neck.
"Go, girl!" he shouted. "Get the werewolf, get the werewolf!"
And so I dashed into the forest. I searched a long time for the
werewolf, but then I heard Arthur's voice close by. Arriving at the spot
in one leap, I saw him facing a huge wolf.
"Okay, you little beast about so long," he shouted, "So long - uh - so
long - so long - uh, well, so long!"
Then he dashed off, the wolf following him. I ran after them, wanting to
test my muscles. I caught up with the wolf and wrestled with him for
hours. He bit me several times and broke off several teeth, to my
surprise. I finally was able to strangle him to death - or so I thought
- and left the forest. Finally, I got to Dargoth's inn, and Margreath -
as is her wont - walked up to me.
"Margraeth," I said, "Dr. Van Rockten cured me of my rage. I'm fine, and
my body is now stable again, but I now have all the strength of the
Brute. Thank you for helping van Rockten cure me."
***
That night, the mayor held a banquet in honour of "my dog, who outmuscled
the werewolf." When I showed Margraeth the spiked collar around my neck,
she realized I was guest of honour. I attended the banquet dressed in
the best dress the local tailors could provide, the spiked collar exposed
for all to see. The mayor, Ewer Flow, was dressed in a beautiful suit
and waistcoat, and he sat down at the head of the table and raised hsi
glass in a toast to me:
"All toast my dog, Charlotte Adams!"
I blushed in embarrassment as everyone raised their glasses and toasted
me. The Vice-Mayor, a fellow named Rablox, said with a smile:
"Congratulations, Madame!"
And then I looked at the mayor himself. Ewer Flow was a robust looking
middle-aged man with sandy grey hair who was quite tall, but I still
loomed over him.
"My lord," I asked him, "why are you wearing a high collar/"
"Why - why, it's the fashion -" he spluttered.
"No excuses, my Lord. I wish to examine your neck under the collar."
"Down, girl!" Flow cried.
But it was much too late for him - I leaned across the table and ripped
open his collar. Under it, I saw the marks of my two thumbs on his
throat, just below his larynyx.
"Ewer Flow is an anagram for 'werewolf,' is it not?" I cried. "It's not
your name at all!"
"I am Thalassus the Werewolf!" the man roared. "And now I shall kill
you!"
Before everyone's eyes, Thalassus transformed into a huge wolf. Arthur,
who was one of the town's guards, fled the scene as I tore off the bottom
of my dress and turned to face the werewolf. Grabbing Thalassus by the
chest, I squeezed, and he bit me and broke off another tooth, before
breaking free of my hold. As the monster leaped at me, I tore an old
sword from the wall and turned to face the werewolf. Swinging the sword,
i sliced through his chest, and he fell dead, changing back into a human.
As he died though, the werewolf smiled peacefully, because now he was
happy.
"Thank you so much for putting him out of his misery!" one of the girls
shouted. "I'm Amallia the Younger, Ewer Flow's daughter. He was the one
who killed my Aunt Amallia, and who feasted on her remains. However, the
master werewolf, the one who bit my father years ago, is still very much
among the living. To help you and Dr. Van Richten hunt him down, I have
called on the services of a team of hunters who are also stranded in this
dimension. Please welcome the Knights of Avalor!"
Five people walked into the room, three men and two women. They were all
dressed in silver armour, and I saw that they had animal insignias on
their chests, each one different: a sabretoothed tiger, a whale, an
eagle, a leopard, a wolverine, and last but not least, a swan.
"Good to see you, strangers!" I said quietly.
"Good to see you, too!" the tall man who was clearly the leader of the
Knights of Avalor replied. "I am Theoteric, the leader; these here are
Antholia, Trystus, Percius and Atalanta, she who was once the Gadarene
Swan!"
"Is Amallia right?" I asked Theoteric. "Is the master werewolf around
here still among the living?"
"We think so, yes!" Antholia replied. "Thalassus was so easy for you to
hunt and kill that we suspect he was not the leader of the local werewolf
pack at all!"
"And you would be right!" a bass voice replied. "|These are the warriors
who have been killing your brothers and sisters, my poor family. Attack
them and kill them, and I will see to it that you are all richly rewarded
with meat!"
Then a howl pierced the air as the rest of Flow's werewolf pack smashed
through the window of the inn and charged toward us. Everyone fought the
giant creatures bravely even as the Knights of Avalor assumed their
animal forms except for the two women. Atalanta produced a spear out of
nowhere and attacked the werewolves eagerly. Although confused at first,
I attacked the werewolves, leaping into the battle with a fury that
surprised everyone present. I punched my fist through the chest of one
werewolf as I watched Theoteric's tiger form leap onto the back of
werewolf and sink its fangs into its neck, then tore the head off another
werewolf. Some of the people in the dining hall were bitten in several
places or even killed outright. I managed to shield Amallia with my own
body, and at the same time, ripped the neck of a third werewolf in two.
Eventually, the leader - a black werewolf - let out a howl that signalled
the pack's retreat. Before leaving, the black werewolf turned to me and
said:
"We will have new pack members on the morrow!"
He then ran off into the forest. By the time the Knights, who had taken
several of the werewolves alive, had returned to their human forms and
bound their captives' hands behind their backs. Luckily, none of them
had been bitten, so I now turned my attention to the task of helping them
treat the injured revellers, healing their wounds as well as watching for
any signs of lycanthropy. I went with them that night as they took the
badly injured people out of their city to the temple the Knights were
using as a headquarters here in Ravenloft. I didn't recognize the deity
formerly worshipped at the temple, but I was led inside, where I took a
cold shower to wash off all the gunk, then dressed in the plain white
robe they gave me and allowed Theoteric to lead me into the audience
room, where I first met Lady Galena, the sixth and final Knight of
Avalor, who'd stayed behind and whose animal avatar was a great horned
owl. She said, welcoming Theotric as she spoke:
"I'm so glad all of you are okay - especially my husband!"
"Van Rockten?" I asked, and Theoteric replied:
"He was bitten several times by the black werewolf, and is among the ones
being treated downstairs."
Lady Galena led me to a room on the uppermost level of the temple, and as
she was leaving, I asked her:
"Is it always this bad here in Ravenloft?"
"It can be worse at times!" Lady Galena replied, and then she blew me a
kiss and closed the door after her. As I climbed into bed, I wondered:
"What world might produce people such as these wonderful Knights of
Avalor?"
Laying my head on the pillow, I went off to sleep.
***
I dreamed I was back in my home on my home world; having quietly read a
novel, I left the living room and walked into the kitchen. When I opened
the fridge, the black werewolf stepped out of it! He smiled at me and
put his hand on my left shoulder, then said:
"When the moonlight strikes the injured, and they awaken, they will
transform into werewolves themselves and attack the Knights of Avalor,
killing them all! Join us, and I will see to it that you are made my
wolf-wife!"
"What! Never!" I shouted, realizing I had to pay back von Rockten
somehow for uniting my twin selves, and as he lunged at me, the black
werewolf shouted:
'Then you must die!"
As he leaped on top of me, the black werewolf was attacked by an owl!
After driving off the black werewolf, the owl morphed back into its true
persona of Lady Galena! All I could do was fall to my knees and thank
her graciously.
"It is my job as a Knight of Avalor!" she replied. "Now, open your eyes
and follow me to our hospital for the injured. The moon has come out,
and our patients have all transformed into werewolves. We are needed
there - hurry!"
Opening my eyes, I rose from my bed and followed Galena's owl down the
stairs to the hospital area, where I found the Knights engaged in a
frenzied combat with the injured, now vastly powerful werewolves in their
own right. One of the werewolves wore a tattered blue dress with white
trim that I recognized as having been the younger Amallia!
"AMALLIA!" I shouted, and the werewolf promptly attacked me, shouting:
"Now I am a werewolf, and I just love the rush!"
Galena transformed back into her human form and immediately attacked
Amallia, pulling her away from me, then knocking her to the ground. She
shouted:
"Sit down, you hideous monster, you!"
"Your added strength will make you by far the most powerful werewolf in
my pack!" the black werewolf shouted as he leaped on top of me out of
nowhere.
"Nowhere, nohow, nowhen!" I shouted as I grabbed his wrists and grappled
with him as Atalanta leaped over my head and attacked one of the female
werewolves.
"Die you heathen monsters!" she shouted as she slammed the silver head of
her staff into its chest, killing the creature immediately.
"DITTO!" I shouted as I slammed the black werewolf into a wall and then
ripped a sword from its wall mountings. Enraged, I grabbed the black
werewolf's arm.
"Now it is you who will die!" I shouted as I plunged the blade of the
sword into the black werewolf's chest. He pulled it out of his chest and
swung it at me, only to be grabbed from behind by Theoteric, who stunned
him using the blade of his own sword and shouted angrily:
"Damn you, black werewolf!"
The black werewolf then threw Theoteric over his head and grabbed my
arms, shaking me violently. Slamming my knee into his stomach, I grabbed
the black werewolf and hurled him into a spiked shield on the back wall.
Gored by the spike, the black werewolf let out a gasp as he looked at me,
then breathed his last, changing back into his original form, that of a
man in crimson armour! His lean bony face held an expression of peace
and joy.
"That does it for him!" I cried as I turned back to the battle and helped
the Knights to subdue all of the remaining werewolves of the black
werewolf's pack.
"I took care of their leader!" I told Theoteric as I pointed to the dead
body of the man who'd been the black werewolf. "He won't hurt anyone
anymore."
"Thank you for doing that, Charlotte Adams!" Theoteric replied, then he
examined the pack leader's body closely. I asked:
"Who is he?"
?he is Lord Absalom, the leader of the Warlocks of Thalakor, our ancient
enemies. His animal avatar was a dire wolf, and he must have been
corrupted by the mists of Avalon into the black werewolf!?
"Poor man!" I said, shaking my head sadly, and Theoteric assured me:
"He will be given a warrior's burial!"
***
The next morning came the proudest moment of my life so far: I took part
in a special ceremony in which the Knights led the werewolves to the
altar in the temple. Theoteric chanted:
"By the waters of out land, by the powers invested in us by Myyrdin, I
hereby cleanse your souls of all evil and destroy the curse of
lycanthropy that has infected you and made you what you now are! As I
pass the holy water into your mouths, may the goddess Avalor bless you
and keep you from the ghastly forms you have now assumed."
He then poured holy water into the mouths of the werewolves and raised
his arms to the sky.
"Avalor, sweet goddes, I call you now! Descend, descend, I beg of you,
and purge these poor people of the evil that has profaned their minds and
bodies, forever and ever, never to be a part of their lives again!"
The temple glowed with light and all if us knelt. All at once, the
werewolves transformed back into their original human forms. Some knelt
at the alter, others wept for joy. Amallia came up to me and said:
"I feel wonderful - like everything bad that was within me has now been
cast out, forever and ever!"
The two of us went up to see Lord Theoteric after he had completed the
ceremony.
"How's van Rockten?" I asked him, and he said:
"Sadly, van Rockten was one of the werewolves we were forced to kill."
"What a shame!" I said. "He was the one who helped me merge my two
warring selves into a complete whole, thereby curing me of my bizarre
condition!"
Theoteric brought Amallia and I to the base of the altar, and had us
kneel before him, then said:
"Amallia, sweet goddess, here are two additions to the ranks of your most
holy Knights. Bless the two of them, and keep them happy and healthy,
that is all I ask of you. Amen!"
"And your request shall be granted!" Avalor's sweet voice replied.
"Charlotte Adams of Earth, due to the fact that you were able to pull
your two selves together and heal your fractured mind, I bestow upon you
the torem of the elephant, forever and ever!"
All of a sudden, I found myself clad in the armour of a Knight of Avalor,
with the totem of the elephant on my chest. I looked at Theoteric and
said softly:
"Thank you for your kindness, sweet Avalor!"
"Amallia of Souragne," Avalor added, "because you are the daughter of a
known werewolf, and because you succumbed to the taint of lycanthropy,
you will not be given the wolf totem. Instead, you will be given the
totem of a dove, the peaceful bird of our world."
Immediately, Amallia's tattered dress was transformed into a suit of
knightly armour, with the emblem of the dove set in an emblem in the
middle of her chest.
"Thank you, Lord Theoteric!" she said softly, "but I hardly feel worthy
of the honour of being made a Knight!"
"Nonsense, Amallia|!" Theoteric replied proudly. "You will be safer as a
Knight of Avalor then youj would've been if we had simply let you leave
the temple quietly."
"Then I will be a Knight of Avalor," Amallia replied eagerly, "forever
and ever, and never look back!"
"Amen to that, sister!" Atalanta said with a proud smile.
THE END
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