Book 3: Chapter 14: The Pieces Move

Book 3: Chapter 14: The Pieces Move

Thad Harmsson.

His name was on the lips of every gnome and dwarf this side of Minnova.

Thad Harmsson, debonair dwarf and professional baby kisser.

Thad Harmsson, designer of the new roundabouts and the refugee retraining program.

Thad Harmsson, the up and coming [Astute Politician] and soon-to-be Greybeard.

Thad Harmsson was having a marvelous day.

In fact, hed been having marvelous days ever since hed come to this marvelous, magical, world of Erd.

He glanced over at his charming elven secretary and she gave him a wink, before sensuously adjusting her blouse to be just the way he liked it. Her smooth olive-green skin stood out against the red mesh of the material, making her movement even more eye-catching. Not that any of the hairy barbarians standing around the table could appreciate her un-bearded beauty.

Pity she was technically a plant.

Because of course, there couldnt be any marvel without some drudgery as well. He sighed internally for the umpteenth time, though not so much as a twitch showed on his calm, assured expression. Hed need to ask one of his gnomess maids for a backrub tonight; their small hands could get knots out like nobodys business.

Sam, the red haired [Maestro] that hed managed to sweet talk to his cause was busy berating a lower noble again. This time it was over erdroot farm taxation in the southern face. Monsters had ruined a significant number of crops, and the nobility were raising taxes to accommodate the reduced income, rather than tightening their own belts.

Which meant the noble probably deserved the dressing down. Youd think by now they wouldve learned that they just couldnt do things the way they used to once they were in his camp. Too many of them considered this little revolution as a way to put themselves on top like that idiot Louis Blackbeard.

He let them think that, of course. They could be useful in their own self-absorbed ways.

Speaking of Blackbeard the twit was busy trying to talk up Lady Viola again. It looked like someone was going to need to punch his nose in again before he got the picture. Like Tourmaline Barnes; now there was a princessling worthy of the name Specialised, sharp as slate, and dangerous as a shale shark. And Louis had ruined any chance of her joining their camp.

At least hed done something useful this time. The contacts Louis had made within the gnomish oligarchs of Minnova had been helpful in the takeover of a few local hardnoses. Plus, his suborning of Lord Bronzeson would be very helpful if and when things came to a vote in the Council of Greybeards.

Then there was the trio who'd accompanied him back in his carriage. The gnomish [Toxic Assassin] Ambermine was rudderless and pliable, but the other two, especially the silver armed Drum, were dangerous tools, just as liable to cut him as his enemies. Still, he was certain in his ability to keep them in line, and they were very competent.

Sam and Lord Newcastle were beginning to clench their fists while they argued, which meant it was time to intervene. He couldnt let this go on for too long, or hed start losing Lord Newcastles support. Juggling so many disparate groups within a single cause was a tricky tightrope, and in some ways even harder here than itd been back in Australia. He activated [Project Voice] and pitched to a calming tone.

Charisma was awesome. In some ways it was a cheat stat if you really knew how to use it. It wasnt quite mind control, but it made it easy to find exactly what buttons to press and levers to pull. Too many dwarves used it like a blunt instrument when it was meant to be a scalpel.

His elderly baritone broke out over the arguing, well articulated, and in the noble style. Sam, what Lord Newcastle is trying to say, is that without the additional taxation, he will not be able to pay his local garrison enough to push back against the uptick in monster attacks. As the Lord of Southridge, he has a responsibility, nay a duty to protect the home that his ancestors so nobly settled.

Silence immediately fell, and Lord Newscastle adjusted his suit and sniffed.

And Lord Newcastle, Sam is new to our movement, but as a [Maestro] he has an ability with words that are second to none. He is instrumental to our new propaganda arm, and it is his responsibility to ensure that the news coming out of Southridge helps our cause. You will need his help, unless you want Duke Newcastle to take your fiefdom again? Can you give him something positive to report?

Sam harrumphed and crossed his arms across his leather gambeson, but a glint of satisfaction crossed his eyes at seeing a noble getting dressed down.

Lord Newcastle pondered for a moment, then said, My militia received the first batch of spears from your refugee retraining program, Lord Harmsson. Even with how cheap they were, I still would not have been able to afford them without the extra taxes. They were instrumental in preventing the deaths of several hundred villagers after the latest attacks from deep Crack.

Heroic! Can you do something with that Sam?

Sam nodded begrudgingly.

Thad's smile was wide and brilliant. Excellent, you are indeed a master of the craft. Do you see everyone? Noble and bard, east and west; could you imagine the Council being so considerate of their fellow dwarves? This is what we are fighting for! Long live the revolution!

There was a cheer. LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!!

See? Appeal to their vanity, and these dwarves were simplicity itself. Nothing at all like the sharks that swam in the political waters of Canberra. Though some of the gnomish oligarchs or senior Greybeards could be terrifying in their own right. Thad still wasnt quite used to deplatforming your opponents being synonymous with throwing them from a parapet, but he was learning. And dear Gods, some of these nobles deserved what'd come for them. In a few cases they were worse than the monsters they purported to stand against.

Archis chuckled, his old eyes twinkling with mirth. Not likely! Shes busy driving. I suspect shes just bored, and will be back eventually.

Lunara frowned, Shes driving again?? She never drives!.

Can we talk about Solens Chosen instead? The Sword God? Aaron interrupted angrily. Hes almost finished uniting the dragons. Need I remind you what happened the last time?

Solen flashed a fanged smile and settled smugly back in his chair.

Pfeh, even if he unites them, just teaching them this newfangled Cultivation isnt going to change anything, just make them more tired and lazy. Lunara waved the concern off.

Oh, I dont know about that. Archis said cheerfully. The God of Magic and Knowledge pulled a notebook out of nowhere, and some mathemagical equations fluttered from it to float above the table. It could prove to be a real problem. However, Solens Chosen may find it more difficult than he expects.

What!? What did you do!? Solen asked, suddenly looking at the board with deeper interest.

I didnt do anything, its just a Fundamental difference between the way our universes work. Archis twisted his hand and the display over the table shifted and twisted to reveal a hidden valley. Human men and women in flowing robes trained, meditated, and fought each other with a variety of weapons. A Murim universe is set up to allow bodies to achieve a soul-like state and ascend to a higher plane. Denizens forge their bodies and minds through a combination of battle, meditation, and alchemy. Few succeed at true ascension, but even a low-level cultivator can be more powerful than a fully Specialised individual from Erd.

Archis twisted his hand again, and the image reverted back to more symbols. Unfortunately, the cycle of reincarnation means that Erdian souls are not capable of proper cultivation. They can go through the motions, but all thatll happen is that theyll strengthen their body and soul; and a dragons physical body is incapable of growing any stronger.

But strengthening the soul just strengthens us. Midna muttered. It's the method by which we grant Milestones. The Goddess of Spirit and Communication was slumped in her chair staring at the board with black circles under her eyes. Her piece, a white figurine of a woman holding a book and quill, had meandered off to a corner of the board and stopped moving.

Archis nodded. Yes, as a foreign soul, the Sword God will be able to cultivate here, but not ascend. After he reincarnates a few times, he will lose the ability to properly cultivate.

Solen was now desperately looking over the board, though his eyes were clearly looking at something else. But but most dragons are already fully Specialised!!! Theres no further benefit to getting Milestones!

Yes, an unfortunate side effect of living practically forever. Archis nodded.

Solens mouth gathered fire, and he roared it up into the sky. Argghhhh!!!!!

The other Gods ignored Solen as he rampaged in anger. His continuous attempts to shift the dragon from their torpor had resulted in more than one such display over the millenia. The other gods were not very interested in seeing the dragons succeed, especially given what had happened the first time.

A bright voice came up from below table height as Tiara, Goddess of Matter and Possession spoke. Im more excited to see whatll happen in Kinshasa now that there are four Chosen in the city! Things are coming to a head for the first time since the game began! Its a bit early, but it should be exciting to watch! And my Chosen is well situated to take advantage of it!

Three figurines stood facing each other on the board. A dwarf holding a tankard, a gnomess frozen in dance, and a dwarf holding a shepherd's crook. At their side, a fourth figure an elf in fine clothes holding a purse was slowly approaching.

I still think my Chosen will wipe the floor with them all. Lunara smiled broadly at the figurine with the crook. Hes driven, dedicated, and the only one really trying to win.

Which is why hes going to lose. Youve made him too desperate, Lunara, thats going to get him in trouble. Aaron chastised. The God of Aether and Exchange had a frown etched on his beastfolk face as he stared at the board.

I dont think theyre going to interact, Tiara said. Pete and Raspberrysyrup arent even involved in politics.

Oh, Im certain that Berry will catch his eye, Archis said. Though Im not sure about Pete.

Tiara shook her head. Im positive. Pete is so far up his own brew that he won't even notice if the city starts burning down around him.

Well, I think that my Chosen will suss him out and take him down within half a year. Lunara chuckled.

Ill take that bet! Tiara piped back.

Fine! Its a bet!

The two Goddesses shook hands.

On the game board, the pieces moved.

Down below on Erd, months passed.