Chapter 261: Omen

Chapter 261: Omen

Countries and Settlements of Bellost - Sadiir

Compiled by Reece

Sadiir is a large, powerful country in the north-east of the continent. Sadiir is also the capital of said country, called Sadiir City when the distinction is necessary. Other large cities in its orbit include Wentu, Anena, and Riverdown. No, I wont be giving you individual entries for them. Youre not going to visit. Dont be greedy.

Sadiir was founded by the appropriately named Sadiir, a goldplate Guilder, approximately seven hundred years ago, though founded implies no one lived there before. What really happened was that Sadiir rebelled against the Guild of the time, forming her own independent mercenary organization and claiming all territory between the Rustpeak Mountains, the (former) Salt Sea, and the northern ocean.

Through brute force, aggressive recruiting, and promises of special treatment, she incrementally expelled the Guild from this claimed zone, forging her own state. This ended with Sadiirs (the persons) death by (supposed) assassination while on a trip to the depths, Sadiirs (the countrys) collapse, and Sadiirs (the citys) period of successful resistance under Sadiir IIs (the son and also the supposed assassins) reign.

Over hundreds of years and hundreds of heirs, the Sadiir family regained all of their founders claimed territory, and their brute rulership over it has transitioned into more traditional governance. The Sadiir family of today functions as a meritocratic monarchy, the highest-leveled family member overseeing subordinate lower-leveled sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, and niblings. This system causes no internal strife whatsoever, and the continued relevance of competing pseudo-military mercenary bands is entirely a coincidence.

The current top dog is one Kennagosi Sadiir, a level sixty-four Worldwright, Worldwright being the Legendary Geomancer class name adopted by Sadiir family members since they collectively decided the Salt Sea had to go. While unquestionably strong, beyond even what his level would suggest, Kennagosi is not in the Big Leagues. He has demonstrated oversoul and is able to break the damage limit, but these activities visibly tax him to an excessive degree, proving he lacks the core understanding of what he is doing and how to best remodel his soul for essence refinement. He doesnt rate a full dossier, so dont bother me.

Relations between Sadiir and the Guild of today are cordial despite the rocky events of the past, though Guilders tend not to find much success in Sadiir owing to competition. Relations with their neighborsthe Shadevale Dominion in the south and various large and middling city-states in the westare likewise cordial, owing to a policy of non-expansion rooted in Sadiir Is original claim (which included the Salt Sea, naturally, and dont you dare imply anyone else was using it). Both the Watch and the Bank operate in Sadiir without drama, now and historically, maintaining a presence in all cities named above. Unawakened are treated well enough and comprise over ninety-five percent of the population.

In summary, stay out of any sibling spats and/or civil wars, and you should be fine.

Stints breath came out in a plume as he stepped out of the inn where he and the rest of his team were staying between daily expeditions into the Gap. He still didnt know who Etter had been and what theyd done to get a gigantic fissure named after them, nor did he really care. What he knew was it had taken far too long to get here and that it was far too cold in the mountains. At more sensible elevationsand latitudes, for that matterFrostfall was the month dividing autumn from winter. Here, the division wasnt between freezing and not. It was between freezing and freezing more.

Today. Today, well get a blue. Maybe then Ill be motivated enough to think of a better metaphor.

Snow crunching beneath his boots, Stint made his way around the building toward the stable, thankful for his awakened constitution. Compared to him in his Ascension jacket, the locals were clad much more heavily with furs. It looked miserable. He was sure nobody would live here, given the choice, if not for the proximity of the ranked zone and the prosperity that it offered.

Opening the stable side door with a creak, Stint stepped quickly inside and closed it after him before too much warmth escaped. The tired Heater Plate at the back of the room was barely up to the task of keeping the interior at a comfortable temperature as it was.

Dust, of course, told Stint as much with a horsey sigh of discontent as he approached his stall.

Yeah, yeah, but my rooms not much better, Stint said, opening the gate and snagging a horse brush from the wall. Price of keeping a low profile. How about I make it up to you with some spa service before I get your breakfast? Lady V wont be up for hours, and Ive had enough of the common room for this and my next two lifetimes.

Dust gave a single, disdainful snort but trotted out into the central area without any goading.

Thanks for not unlatching yourself this time, Stint said, starting his work with the brush. You know we cant afford the trouble.

Dust gave another disdainful snort, pressing his powerful head against Stints side and making the grooming difficult.

Smiling to himself, Stint set about doing a thorough job, his mood improving until it came crashing back down with the slamming open of the door. In walked a pair of mercenaries, the same pair whod been disturbing the predawn quiet of the common room with their loud voices. The conversation was apparently still ongoing.

Wars coming, Im telling you, said one, a Spearwoman by the weapon she carried.

And Im telling you, wars always coming on Rellagia, said the other, a male Mage. Fighting theres like winter here. Never knows when to leave.

Oh, shut up about the cold, will you? And you know I dont mean one of their little border conflicts. I mean a real one. Theocracys gonna make a move. Why else would their queen have sent an ambassador here? Wont be long before she tries to hire a band or two for her conquest.

The ambassador can hire me any time she wants. Saw her down in the city last month before I got booted up here. Just about had an indecent incident on the spot, I did.

The Spearwoman made a disgusted noise, but Stints ears had pricked upas had his too-smart horses in a more literal sense. Both listened intently as the Mage began describing the ambassador in increasingly lurid detail, to his companions increasing annoyance.

Interesting.

Stint and Dust shared a look. Rains report from his time in Xiugaaraa had mentioned a suspiciously attractive ambassadorthough a male onefrom the Entin Theocracy. The captain had apparently suspected the man was up to no good but hadnt been able to investigate without borrowing a flagon of trouble. This obviously wasnt the same ambassador, but from the Mages description, the female version was no less a perfect specimen of beauty than the male one had been.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Suspicious. Do they just pick pretty people for the job, or...?

Stint found he was smiling. Not at the crude conversationwhich had devolved back into an argumentbut because whatever the ambassadors presence meant, it was strange news. There was a bounty for strange news concerning the Entin Theocracy. Rumor was it had something to do with Ameliahs past, but he had too much respect for her to have pried for details.

Should I pry with these two?

Shut your flapping mouth hole, or Ill stitch it shut with your guts, said the Spearwoman.

Ah, they probably dont know anything else anyway.

Stint continued listening for the next few minutes on the off chance the loud pairs conversation would return to the subject, but he had no luck. Soon, they were back on baseless rumors of the goings on within the former DKEof anarchy, cannibalism, mass executions, starvation, monster rampages, and every other awful thing the mind could imagine. True or notand it was probably not, here on the other side of the civilized worldsuch talk was just depressing.

Ascension wasnt strong enough to stick its nose into that pile of Dunch clippings. Before theyd left, thered been some talk of recruiting from the refugees in Freetown, but that had been as far as it went.

Finally, mercifully, the argument came to an end, though it was replaced by something nearly as upsetting. Stint and Dust shared another look at the wet sounds coming from the stall where the pair had retreated, answering the unspoken question of what theyd come out here for.

That, itself, was a bit surprising, given everything up until now.

Dont they have a room? Why didnt they just? Stint shook his head. Not my problem.

He quietly replaced the brush on its hooknot that it appeared the pair cared about his presencethen addressed Dust in a whisper. How about a nice walk before breakfast?

Dust snorted in agreement, and the pair of them walked softly for the main door.

Before they got there, something odd happened.

WARN

As soon as it appeared, the message was gone, and Stint would have sworn hed imagined it if not for the sudden pop of released suction, followed by a thunk of a skull against wood.

Did you see that? demanded the Spearwomans muffled voice from within the stall.

My head! complained the Mage.

Nobody cares about your head! Did you see it?! There was a rattle of the latch, and the door to the stall was abruptly torn open. The Spearwoman poked her head out, her hair in more disarray than Stint remembered. She quickly found him staring at her. You, did you see it?

I...yeah, Stint said, licking his lips. Some kind of warning message. He turned to Dust. What about you?

Dust blew out a negative. From the direction of the inn grew the sound of a developing commotion.

The Spearwoman blinked, looking between him and the horse, then shook her head. Hells, she cursed once more, then retreated into the stall.

Accurate, Stint thought as he headed for the door. Stay here and have some oats or something, he said to Dust, praying the troublesome horse would listen. He had bigger problems to deal with.

Your Contribution: 84%

Your party has slain a level-13 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 5%

Your party has slain a level-14 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 9%

By the time he struggled free, there were only two left, and the blue, which slammed into Gigs as he watched in horror. The Tortugo went flying, brute strength or a monstrous ability overpowering Unyielding Defense and sending him slamming hard into the wall. Val blasted another of the Jays, not killing it, as Telen shouted and charged.

High physical defense and Strength! Ruce warned, feeding them information from Threat Assessment and Identify Weakness. Weak to Heat! Weak to Chem! Telen, get out of there! Attack from range! Meloni! Hit it!

Just a second! Meloni shouted, rummaging while Stint kicked at the snow, searching for an arrow. He didnt see what it was that she threw, but the tinkle of breaking glass and the beasts outraged bellow suggested a few possiblities.

Your party has slain a level-14 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 34%

Val must have taken out the second-to-last Jay. Stint rose with his arrow, but he was too slow to avoid the last one as as its beak stabbed into his shoulder. His vague worry for Gigs vanished beneath the sudden, clenching freeze that gripped his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs. The padded gambeson he wore beneath his jacket had softened the blow, but the monsters magic had reached his skin. The rings he wore blunted the elemental attack, but they werent designed to handle something this strong. His health dropped from full to a third in an instant.

Stint! Mereck shouted from somewhere near where Gigs had crashed against the wall.

The Snow Jay tumbled away, flapping and shrieking as it rebounded from the impact, Stints frozen blood painting its beak. Before it got back in the air, Dust got to it, stomping it mercilessly with a hoof. This only appeared to make it angrier, but a further three stomps kept it on the ground until Ruce got there, advancing with the burning branch. Dust retreated just in time to avoid getting burned.

Your party has slain a level-14 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 9%

All of this barely registered as Stint fumbled at his belt for a potion. He couldnt breathe. His lungs were frozen shut. Finally, he worked free the cork and poured the fruity liquid into his mouth, except he found he couldnt swallow. His throat was frozen too. Panic rose in him as his eyes flicked back to his health bar, which was creeping ever so slowly downward as the cold stole what was left of his life.

Ive got you! Mereck yelled, appearing from nowhere and slamming his palm against the wound.

Stint coughed and spluttered as his frozen organs twitched, his health jumping back upward.

Thing hits like Tallheart! Gigs shouted from out of sight, proving he was okay. Telen, stop that! Its slow, but it clips you, youre dead!

Its bleeding! Telen shouted. If I can hit it with Lingering Bleed, it might double

Your party has slain a level-13 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 2%

Val flickered back into view as the flash of light faded, shouting over Telen. Just lead it around! Its not worth going in! Hah! Light stabbed from his extended hand, striking the shaggy beast on the flank. It didnt seem to notice. Gigs, dont try to block it again. Bait it and run. Stint, stop dying and shoot it! Ruce, find him some damn arrows!

Right! Ruce said as another crash of breaking glass signified the use of another alchemical grenade.

Oi! Gigs shouted, the cry echoing with magic. The beast snorted, then turned.

Come on, get up, Mereck said, pulling on Stints shoulder, having been healing him this whole time.

He-hells, Stint coughed, grabbing his bow and accepting the Healers help.

Someone stop that damn horse! Val shouted as Ruce appeared with a bundle of arrows.

Stints eyes went wide. Dust! he shouted, but it was too late.

Not even half the size of the shaggy monster, the charging horse slammed into it from the side. Dust cried out in pain, tumbling away from the force of the impact, which had come with the sound of breaking bone. Not the monsters, from Dusts shriek of pain. The Yak merely stumbled, then shook the air with its rage as it turned to face the unexpected assailant. Telen zipped in to drag his dagger across the beasts flank, but it ignored him.

Not remembering having drawn, Stint loosed a Piercing Shot that took the beast right in the eye. Almost as surprising as his panicked aim was the fact that the adamant shaft pierced the fleshy orb, the powerful monsters health apparently low enough for the skill to overcome its defenses where Telen had failed.

With a tortured cry of agony, the monster tripped over Dusts crumpled body, landing partially atop the horse as its brutish head slammed into the ground, driving the adamant arrow shaft the rest of the way into its brain and silencing its cry. It still had health left, but apparently not enough to survive that kind of injury.

Your party has slain a level-19 Lowland Frost Yak

Your Contribution: 26%

Level Up!

YES! Val roared.

Dust! Stint yelled at the same time, limping forward. Mereck!

Im going! the Healer shouted, rushing out in front of him. Gigs, help me!

The chaos was suddenly joined by the sound of slow, powerful clapping, and despite his concern for Dust, it was enough to make Stint turn his head.

Velika stood there, wearing a self-satisfied smirk. Well done, she said, lowering her hands to cross her arms. Took you long enough.

You! he shouted dumbly before a cry of pain from Dust made him whip his head back around.

Me, Velika agreed. Sorry for abandoning you, but with me here and Rains anchors in your pockets, there was a chance someone could get left out of the party. She uncrossed one arm to wave a hand. Some of you were onto me, surely. Or onto the captain. Hopefully not both of us. She shrugged. Well? Did it work? Everyone get a cap up?

Sudden warmth interrupted Stints planned reply, and he gasped, the snow melting around them as Rains magic poured from the not-dead-after-all anchor in his pocket. The heat only grew hotter as it was joined by rage. If the Immolate anchor was working, then the Force Ward anchor probably was too. Velika tricking them was one thing, but the captain being in on it?

Hes okay! Mereck called, the relief this generated only partly blunting Stints indignation.

You found it even before you left us, didnt you? Val accused, brushing snow from his jacket like he hadnt spent most of the fight invisible and untouched. That impatient fit you threw was all a show.

Obviously, Velika said. I had to catch it, weaken it, and dump it far enough so you wouldnt find it until youd started to really believe I wasnt coming back. Let me tell you, keeping its mana drained while I waited was really annoy

What the!? Mereck cried.

Stint looked to see Dust squirm out from under the monster corpse, the horses broken bones apparently mended. What was more attention-grabbing, though, was the sudden and unexpected formation of a ball of flame beside the horses head. The Fireboltfor that was clearly what it waswent streaking off to slam into the canyon wall. Dust whinnied and reared before he took off, more flaming missiles streaking out from him in all directions as he raced in excitement through the melting snow.

Velika chuckled. Nice. Eight for eight. This wont end badly at all.