Chapter 642: The Call of the North

Chapter 642: The Call of the North

Damn Uldar to every hell and back! Alex thought.

Why would he design and make something like the Ravener? Why? The young wizard now had another shocking revelation about the god to consider, another revelation that was as far from good as one could get.His thoughts were reeling. He knew that even though Uldar was dead, he was still the architect behind Thameland being destroyed, the reason why people fled their homes, the reason why those who stayed behind to fight were dying. The attacks on his homeland were repeated every hundred years because of Uldars Ravener project, its spawn, and its dungeon cores. Everything was right there in his notebook, in his own laboratory, in his own sanctum. It all seemed so sinister, that Alex felt sick remembering that not so long ago, he used to pray to him.

Finding the notebook was helpful in a lot of ways, though. Certain things were settled in his mind. He understood why Uldars followers were the only people who could control dungeon cores, why the Ravener only existed in Thameland, and why itonly attacked his realm.

He also understood why the god hadnt been seen fighting alongside his people for thousands of years. Him being dead explained that.

In the end, thoughfor every question the revelation answeredit spawned more.

Why had Uldar made the Ravener? Had he come to hate his people? Was he trying to keep them terrified? Did he want to strengthen Thameish faith, or shatter it?

All of those questions swirled in Alexs mind, begging for answers.

But, it was the answer to just one question that truly mattered: how to destroy his creation.

And if they could decode the formulae Uldar had left behind, it would give them the most important answer of all.

The Heroes looked at the book with determination burning in their eyes.

Lets go get us some weapons, Cedric said, cracking his neck.

The team went forward, heading for the armoury as Isolde moved closer to Alex. I remembered that you said the Travellers device could be used for translation, she whispered. Could it not translate Uldars notes?

Unfortunately, not, He shook his head. The problem isnt that his notes are in another language, its that I cant understand some of the formulae he used, it seems sometimes he even made up his own terminology.

Alex turned the book toward her. Look at this: he pretty much discovered a lot of alchemy future generations would go on to discover long after him, which they did. But he came at alchemy from different perspectives and used different terms. Theres sections in here where I think he just used divinity, which makes things even more complicated than just translating some alchemy terms.

I see, Isolde said. What do you think we should do now?

Im thinking about that, Alex said. Lets talk about plans once we raid his armoury.

The second door at the end of the hall wasindeedUldars armoury.

And the god had been well-equipped.

The room wasnt overly large, but it contained weapons and armour that blazed with both mana, and divinity. Though the designs were archaicthere was no plate armour to be seen anywhere, or even anything as advanced as a crossbowtheir inner magics would have more than made up for it.

On one wall, a bow carved from the bones of some ancient beast was displayed. Its frame was as thick around as a grown mans forearm, and strung with what looked to be preserved fibres tightly woven together.

Hart took it downhis eyes alightand tried to draw the string back. It wouldnt budge. He tried again, clenching his teeth and bearing down until the string inched back a little. His arm was shaking from the effort as his face turned red.

Damn, he exhaled loudly, releasing the string. That bastard was strong. Ill need to build up to this.

Aye, he was a bigun too. Cedric picked up some chainmail, whichon the Chosenwould have looked more like a mid length dress. But, we can still make som othis work.

Drestras interest was on a line of heavy daggers displayed in the centre of a wall, each was carved from the tusks of varied beasts. Nearby, axes forged of iron were hanging beside long spears, and rune-inscribed clubs.

All in all, it wasnt an armoury that was set up to equip an army.

It was one meant to equip a single god for battle, leaving him with plenty of choice when it came to crushinghis enemies.

Alex looked around, admiring the weapons, knowing that thanks to Uldar, the Mark would punish him the instant he raised one; he couldnt use them, not yet, at least, which made knowing that the god made the Ravener all the more infuriating.

He stood among his companions, watching them catalogue Uldars armoury, his mind returning to: the Mark of the General.

...youve obviously gathered powerful resources, I think you will be an asset at our side.

I cant come with you, Alex said. Not yet.

Yeah, Alex has classes, yknow, Thundar said, eyeing a heavy shield on Uldars wall.

Classes? You would truly choose school over taking on the great burden that lays upon us? I do not know why you ran from your duties in the beginning, but you dont seem to be the selfish type, Merzhin acknowledged, with no hint of insincerity in his tone.

Classes teach me magic. Magic helps me get stronger. Alexs voice was granite. But its not my classwork that Im thinking about. Theres something else Ive got to do. Something urgent.

The room grew quiet at his words, his teammates faced him.

What do you mean? Theresa asked. Do you mean researching Uldars notes?

That too. Alex lifted the book. But, I think I have a lead on the General. I need to follow it.

What are you talking about? What do you mean you have a lead on the Mark of the General? Merzhin asked.

Alex gave him a look that seemed to pierce him to the core. Youre asking me an important question, so before we go any further, I have one for you. Are you with us?

The Saint frowned. What do you mean?

I mean just that. Listen, what were about to do? What weve already done? He gestured around the armoury. No ones ever done in the entire history of Thameland. Were cleaning out Uldars armoury and well be leaving people behind to dig through the rest of the sanctum. Every nook and cranny. Then theres the Ravener: theres a chance that destroying it for all time means going against Uldars wishes.

Merzhin fell silent, his eyes looking down.

If were going to do this, Alex said. Any of it, we need to know that youre on our side, fully on our side: which means no joining the First Apostle or

I would never do that! Merzhin snapped, sounding offended. Not after what that monster has done! He is perverting Uldars will!

Maybe he is, maybe he isnt, Alex countered. We wont know for sure until we find out why Uldar made the Ravener, if we even can. But its not only him: youll have to keep this information from the rest of the church. Well need to move quickly and decisively, and we dont know who in the church could be working with its secret arm.

Aye, an we also gots no clue whatll happen if them other priests find out Uldars dead, Cedric said. I cant believe Im the one sayin this, but we gotta hold things tourselves til we figure out what in all hells were gonna do.

If the church finds out, Alex continued. It could send Thameland into a civil war before we even get the chance to stop the Ravener. We need to plan, and we cant risk those plans leaking to enemies, or possible enemies. So. Are you with usor not?

Not a sound was heard as everyone watched the Saint of Uldar.

Looking even smaller as he shifted from one foot to the other, Merzhin glanced skyward, muttering beneath his breath in prayer. At last, he answered. Uldar forgive me, but I am with you. I cant be sure of what Uldar would want. Im not really sure of much anymore. But, one thing I do know for certain is that the Ravener is killing Thameish people. Uldars people. It must be stopped forever, and those who caused Careys death must be brought low. I dont know what we will do with what weve learned here, but, above all else, the Ravener and its cycles must end forever. So in this, I am with you.

Alex watched Merzhin closely, studying his body language for the slightest whisper of a lie.

He found none and sighed with relief, nodding to the others.

Alright, so now thats settled, here's my plan. First, I think whats been said here is true: we need to put our focus on killing the Ravener for good, and we can assume its going to fight back with everything its got. Things have gotten bad, and theyll be worse before the end. Which means, we need a lot of two things: knowledge and power.

The book creaked in his hand. Professor Jules and I will work on deciphering this book. Hopefully, Baelin will be back to help us. The Heroes will focus on Ravener-spawn, while the Generasians harvest dungeon cores.Were going to need some really heavyweapons. Probably more chaos bombs. Anything we can use.

And what about you? Theresa asked.

Me? Alex said. Theres that lead I was talking about. Three hundred years ago, one of those clawed hunters was spotted in the forests of Kymiland near the border with the most western portions of the Irtyshenan empire. The empire wraps over the top of Kymiland, so they share a border on three sides.

He pointed to his shoulder. At the same time, Kelda, the Fool of Hannahs cycle, was trying to change her Mark back to what it used to be before Uldar altered it. She didnt know what hed changed it from, but I think its a safe bet it was this Mark of the General. Anyway, Keldas research ended in tragedy, but maybe with access to Uldars notes, I might get some better insight than what she had about how the Marks were made. If this clawed creature from three hundred years ago was on its way to the Irtyshenan Empire searching for her because shed controlled a dungeon corethen in all likelihood, Keldas base is there somewhere. If I can find it, and access her equipment then change the Mark of the Fool back, then we can face the Ravener with all five proper Heroes. I can support you other Heroes properly. But, to do that? Ill need to really push the teleportation power Hannah granted me. If I can master it, then there wont be anywhere I cant be in the blink of an eye when I need to be.

He slammed his fist into his palm. And nowhere the First Apostle or the Ravener can run to.