2.43 In Which the Dark Lord Catches a Break

2.43 In Which the Dark Lord Catches a Break

We could afford neither to waste time nor charge in blind, that was the dilemma.

Step one was to send out the gwynnek riders, loaded down with as many healing slimes as we had containers for, to both distribute those among my people encamped in the forest and carry out a damage assessment. I designated one of the mobile camps closer to Gwyllthean as a meeting point toward which I would head directly with a small support team, just enough people to carry relief supplies to replace what had probably been burned up. For this I picked the spot most equidistant between North Watch and all the other patrol areas into which my expanded territory was divided up, so that by the time we got there on foot, the much faster riders would have been able to regroup there with word on where my healing magic was most urgently needed. Based on their reports I could draw up a plan for how to proceed next.

I set out within minutes of dealing with the catfolk, leaving Minifrit in charge and North Watch on a heightened level of security, because while our immediate threats had just been dealt with this was clearly no time to get lax. Given the distance to the rendezvous point I selected, that gave me hoursthe whole rest of the night, basicallyto do exactly the one thing I most needed and least wanted to do:

Think.

I found no answers. Really, all I managed to do was keep going in circles inside my head.

The dead haunted me, of course. Vivid memories of Kastrin tended to flash across my vision whenever I closed my eyes, either lying there or in that horrific instant when the arrow took her. I really hoped that wasnt going to become flashback material, because the last thing I needed was new and even worse subject matter for those. So farprobably not? They werent flashbacks, nothing so overpowering or acute, justreally intrusive and ugly normal memories.

I definitely spent time dwelling on the people Id failed and gotten killed tonight, but oddly enough the thing that kept rising up to occupy my mind was Sakin. Its a weird feeling, when someone youre connected to but dont really like dies; it was hard to sort out what I felt, and what I should feel. Being honest with myself, though, I was most hung up on the arbitrary nature of it. Maybe Id blown Sakin up a little too much in my mind. After all, were all just shambling piles of meat, and death is random and comes blindly out of the sky for lots of people. Still It was Sakin. That wasnt how he was meant to go out. It wasntpart of the story.

Except this wasnt a story, and I think the dreadful uncertainty that was now clawing at me was mostly that if something like that could happen to Sakin, why not to anyone? It wouldnt be that exact thing for me or Aster, since we were both wearing artifacts that prevented instant-kill shotsup to a point. But no artifact was perfect, life was terrifyingly unpredictable, and we were up against some of the greatest powers in this world, or soon would be.

Which was the other thing weighing down on me. The immediate future was even grimmer than the immediate past.

There was obviously a significance to what Id done that went beyond the immediate, physical effects of burning down the entire forest. It was the first grand, world-altering action of the Dark Lord; that was meaningful in the goddesses system in a way that had unlocked a special Wisdom perk, which meant it would definitely be noticed from far beyond Dount. While we walked, I quietly asked Biribo about this.

Thats not common, boss, he hedged. And keep in mind that oracular powers of any kind are always vague. Not much fun for the goddesses if anybody else can see too far along the game board. Butyeah, there are things that register events like that. Rare things, but there are a handful of Spirits and Wisdom perks that probably noticed you. What you dont have to worry about is any of em finding your location physically based on it, thats exactly the kinda detail thats consistently blocked to such perceptions.

Which did me no fucking good at all, if those rare things pinged at the exact moment the entire island of Dount went up in flames.

Not to mention that them being rare was a mixed blessing at best: those were exactly the kind of assets that would be under the control of the most powerful factions in this world. The specific people who would have vast resources and would immediately throw them at the Dark Lord as soon as one popped up.

There was also the issue of Immolate being a one-of-a-kind spell, which a lot of people on Dount had seen used by the Healer. This was further complicated by the fact that enough people now knew or at least strongly suspected the Healer and Lord Seiji were the same person that that secret was on its way out; Id already stopped relying on it. Seeing my signature spell used on khora might not immediately be familiar even to someone whod seen it done to people, and in any case all of this would be obfuscated by the fact that all such information took the form of rumor, and rumors distorted as much as they retained. Still, at least some people would put it together, and few of those would be motivated to keep it to themselves. All the work Id done of building public support for the Healer by cleaning the canals and giving out healing slimes had likely just gone up in smoke.

And when the powers that be started sending their agents to Dount, there was a big, easily followed trail pointing right to me.

I was fucked.

Biribo, Aster, andSakinhad all been in agreement that I wasnt yet capable of throwing down with the best of the Kings Guild, even here on Dount; that Rhydion was way out of my league and any team of the Guilds best was likely more than I could handle. My forces amounted to about a hundred and fifty bandits armed with crossbows and goblin alchemy; my fortress didnt even have a gate that closed. We werent capable of tangling even with the combined Clansguards of Dount. If they brought over a full Kingsguard army from the mainland theyd steamroll us, never mind what the forces of Lancor could do.

Sofucked.

In the whole nights travel, I failed to come up with anything to counter the kinds of powers I would very shortly have to contend with. There was just nothing within my own power that could fix this. I was unready; Id been counting on having time to build a power base and gather more artifacts and spells. My best reckoning had been that Id need at least a few years to gather enough strength to start conquering openly. The best I could hope for was to be found by Viryan powers who would be looking for me as well after this nights work, and the only one close by was Shylverraelwhich was both too small to do more than defend itself, and likely pissed at me right now considering I had just torched their own outer defenses and consorted with one of their exiles.

So very, very fucked.

I preferred to think about the dead.

Dawn was breaking as we linked up with the team whose turf wed headed toward; they were understandably skittish after the night theyd had, but gave the correct counter-signal to our birdcalls after a couple of repetitions. To my great relief, everyone was alive and relatively healthy. Theyd been camped inside a large, dead khora shell, and thus had seen the entire forest burn around them but not felt the flames directly.

I hadnt slept since about this time yesterday, nor had most of those with me. We huddled up in the shell ourselves while the gang kept watch, managing to get a little rest during the hour it took for the gwynnek riders to converge on this site. Nazralind was one of the first back, and she gave the order not to disturb me until her whole crew had checked in and she had a full report for me, which bought me two more hours of nap. That was not the call I would have made and Im pretty sure she knew it, but I couldnt find it in me to castigate her, especially since shed brought me good news.

Turns out burns respond really well to healing slimes. You know how they kind of sting even as theyre healing you?

Right, because theyre still slimes, I said. Magic aside, theyre trying to digest anything organic theyre sitting on.

Yeah, exactly. Apparently that really smooths out skin and tissue while the magic works. It takes a lot longer than your Heal spell, but the people whove used the slimes on burns dont even have scars. Great stuff. We do still have some people in multiple different groups wholl need better healing, though. The slimes dont do as well with broken bones or deep tissue damage, stuff like that. Theyre keeping people stable for now, but the ones in a bad way are the one who fell out of khora that caught fire or had run-ins with shellbacks or other animals that were trying to flee the conflagration. Ive got everybodys reports; gimme five minutes and Ill have a collated list for you, Lord Seiji.

Thanks, Naz. I took in a deep breath, steeling myself. Andhow many did we lose?

Nazralind shook her head, smiling. Nobody.

Noum, by lose, I meant

I understood what you meant, Lord Seiji. Weve got injuries that still need your special touch, but no fatalities. Its stable out there, now that everybodys got extra slimes and knows things are under control, and that youre on the way to finish up. Injuries aside, I think the uncertainty was what was really getting to people. No, the biggest losses were supplies. Every group lost quite a bit. Ive got reports on that, too, for each gang.

I was barely managing to listen to her, suddenly lightheaded. No fatalities? None?

Wedidnt lose anyone else? I asked. There was a faint tremor in my voice that I didnt like, but in that moment I couldnt manage to be upset about it. I was stuck in a weird combination of numbness and elation.

Nazralind smiled again. Thats right, Lord Seiji. I was worried, too, but in hindsight it makes sense. Khora shells dont burn, the fire was just vented through the apertures where the fronds come out, and nobody was up in the fronds becausewell, why would they be? Since it hit at night, most people were camped, which meant they placed themselves in open areas. The only ones who were actually up in khora themselves were keeping watch, so there were some bad falls. But the fire didnt crack most of the shells so everybody had time to get away from the khora, even the ones who were asleep. Quite a few people were singed, just because there arent a lot of khora-free places to go in the forest, but nobody got cooked. Really, that could only have happened if someone was caught in a really unlucky position.

Her face had gone blurry for some reason. I rubbed distractedly at my eyes, fully preoccupied with what shed just said.

I hadnt killed any of my own people. Not directly, at least. It was

Th-thanks, Naz, I Why was my voice so rough? I rubbed at my eyes again to clear them. Okay, w-we need toIll

Both Goddesses, added Mother Agit, who appeared to occupy some kind of wise woman status in the village which I didnt know enough about Fflyr culture to understand. Very explicit signs from Sanora and the Dark Sister, both.

Only two Ive heard of with any certaintyaside from the Inferno, I meanand that cos they were both from the lands closest to Dlemathlys. Headman Rouor was quick to regain the floor when she paused for breath. Up in Godspire there were lights in the sky, and a choir of voices from the heavens proclaiming that a new Hero has come to Ephemera! And then down in Eliphrell, whole fields of crops had great signs burned into them, patterns making the holy symbols of both Sanora and Virya.

Where is Ellif Uh, that place?

Oh, thats Eliphrell Province in the Empire, chimed in a third man who hadnt actually been introduced to me. Northernmost part of Lancor. The landbridge from Dlemathlys links to it.

Theres a lot more than that! added old Cwydder, the oldest man in the village, thumping his walking stick against the ground for emphasis. My grandson is a Convocation priest, you know, and hes sent me three letters in the last week! The Convocations got means of getting information that us common folk dont. Wydnars not ranked high enough to learn important secrets, not yet, but even he can tell that all the talk among the Convocation right now is of signs and portents the world over. And not just them, theyre in contact with the Radiant Temple. The Empires stirred up about this too!

Ive heard stories from beyond Godspire, even, Agit said smugly. In Vairoth a huge monument appeared, a black obelisk glowing with Viryas symbols. And in the capital of Savindar, a great army of spirits rushed through the streets, shouting that they were off to join the Dark Crusade!

You old squawk, how would you know anything from Viryan lands? Cwydder scoffed.

Mother Agit aimed a kick at his walking stick. Im youngern you by a decade, you heap of bones and leather! And I have my ways!

Right, but there are also more credible rumors from Lancor and beyond, said Rouor, the headman clearly trying to steer this back on track. To be sure, rumors exaggerate. We likely wont know the reality for quite some time. But the fact there are rumors points to a truth, see? Its coming from all parts of the archipelago.

Signs and portents, Cwyddar said gravely, nodding and again thumping his stick on the ground. We here on Dount got only one of many. Theres no denying it: the Champions have been called. A Hero walks among us.

Well, not among us, added the other fellow, grinning. Id not expect to see a Hero on Dount, of all places. Its surprising enough Dount warranted a miracle, you ask me.

The fire was off in the west, see? Mother Agit retorted. Like as not, it was a message from the Dark Sister, meant to get the attention of the dark elves, not honest folk like us. You mark my words, well have trouble with those dark elves by next years end.

I decided to deflect this conversation away from the idea that there might be a Dark Lord on Dount. Thank you for the information. Do you know how the other villages and farms have fared, in the aftermath of the Inferno?

Aye, weve had word, said the headman, grimacing. Its much the same as here, Lord Healer. Few enough build close to the khora; thats not easy turf for honest farmers and tradesmen. Not many got hurt by the actual fire. It really upset the animals, though, and the whole islands in upheaval. It was dangerous less because of the burning and more due to the effects that burning had on the land. Were not like to see the end of it forwell, years to come, being realistic.

If youve a mind to go help further, head north or south, Mother Agit agreed. Its closest to the great western forest that folk are having trouble. Whatever caused the Inferno didnt affect every khora; it mustve started in one of those big tangles in the deep forest. Some of the plantations went up, and some of the outlying stands of khora, but less and less the farther you go from the forest. Whole eastern half of the island barely saw a spark, and I doubt the shellbacks willve gone that far. Whole things little but a curiosity to folk over there, she added with a sour little twist of her mouth.

I let them chatter on while I collected myself. I was almost dizzy with relief. Both because it seemed I had caused much less devastation than Id initially thought, and because this business of signs and portents meant the entire worlds attention was in fact not going to be laser focused on Dount.

I wasmaybenot fucked? Less immediately fucked, at any rate. Thatd do for a start.

Though it raised additional questions that became more and more ominous the more I thought about them.

Then I still have a long way to go, I said, inclining my hooded head to them. Thank you for the information.

Ahaye, yes, if youre out to heal folk we oughtnt keep you, Rouor agreed. But at least let us send you off with something for your trouble!

Disengaging from the villagers took some doing, as did refusing the gifts of food and supplies they tried to press on me. I couldnt admit it to them, but there was no possible way I could accept anything from their stocks, not when I had been the cause of a disaster that was likely to make those supplies run thin during the coming winter. It was a few more minutes before we were back among the khora, moving north toward the next village Nazralind had identified as a spot in need of aid. Once we were a safe enough distance, the rest of my gang came melting out of the shadows to rejoin the three of us.

Biribo, I said as Aster fell back a few steps to catch the team up on what wed learned.

My familiar buzzed out of his comfy nest in Asters coat pocket, coming to hover alongside me as usual. Boss, I think I know what youre gonna say.

Yeah, Ill bet you do. Why didnt you tell me that causing a sign of the Dark Lords presence would triggerugh, signs and portents all over the world? Do you know how worried Ive been about this?

Because it doesnt! He began zooming around me in circles in his agitation. Boss, thats not a thing! Or at leastit never has been before. No previous Dark Crusade has been heralded byanything like this!

Oh, that wasnt good.

Any idea why the goddesses would suddenly change how they do things? I asked, hopefully.

Boss, I really dont think it was them. The most obvious effect of this is to deflect attention away from Dount, which only benefits youand by extension, Virya. Neither of them could pull off something like this without the others cooperation, or at the very least awareness, and Sanora wouldnt sign on for you evading the consequences of screwing yourself over. This issomething else.

Fuck. I was still relieved, of course, but now I had something new to be worried about. There was another player involved, one who had eyes closely enough on me to know exactly when to trigger a massive worldwide distraction. And one who was capable of feats on such an enormous scale. I could think of only only one faction that could be, and with friends like those, I didnt need enemies.

Biribocan devils disguise themselves as people? In a way that would fool even your senses, in the long term?

He settled down into his normal holding pattern next to my shoulder. Uh, well, boss The awkward fact is theres almost no way to predict what devils can do. They use Void magic, which works entirely outside the system. I will say itd take a really powerful devil to pull that off over the long term. Boss, youre not thinking the Devil King is responsible for this, are you? Cos thatd be pretty out of character for him, too. He likes to play the long, slow, careful game.

I cant think of anyone else it could be, though. And I had a wild conspiracy theory just pop into my head. It was Sakin who told me about the Void and the Devil King

Oh, did he, now, Biribo huffed. I was wondering about that.

Hang on, Nazralind interjected. Youre not Are you suggesting Sakin was secretly a devil? That he didnt die, he just left, and arranged a cover story for us?

I shrugged. It sounds pretty stupid when you say it out loud that way.

I am really glad you understand that, Lord Seiji, Aster said from behind me.

I drew in a deep, steadying breath and let it out in a long sigh. Well, whatever the fuck is going on, we have clearly not heard the last of this. Its a reprieve, though. Were not as immediately under threat, which means we should hopefully have time to make preparations before this fresh insanity comes home to roost. Cmon, folks, lets pick up the pace. Weve got a lot more people to help before we get down to covering our own asses.