4.39 In Which the Dark Lord Reflects on the Eve of Battle

4.39 In Which the Dark Lord Reflects on the Eve of Battle

It was a bit of a hike.

For once, Sneppits amazing efficiency had harmed rather than helped; she had very wisely focused reconstruction efforts on the tunnels under the Fflyr territory we mostly needed to move around in, so there wasnt a convenient tram line that took us all the way to the zombie village, at least not yet. Ironic that our transportation network let me down right when I needed to move the largest assemblage of troops Id ever deployed into the field, but that was life. It took a few hours and thus it was close to noon by the time we had a base camp secured within sight of the village walls, but we got there.

Our base was chosen of necessity, because this was where the tunnel to Kzidnak came out and that was what we needed to secure, but in a nice little reversal of our luck with the trams, this proved to be a perfect location. The tunnel entrance was a the base of a tall outcropping of stonerather steep and narrow compared to most geological features on Dount, enough so that no khora were growing on it. Additionally it had a great view over the village and manor, especially from the peak of the rock spire. While that was big enough for a few people to stand on, only one was and it wasnt me. The climb was, while not impossible, not much fun.

Velaven had bounded up there with an irritating lack of difficulty and had been providing covering fire for our ground troops while they set up; we were close enough to the village that zombies had started making a pretty aggressive push at us immediately, and hadnt let up since. That was fine, given that priority one was capturing them. While Velavens artifact bow didnt do the undead any significant harm like Harkers anti-magic one, an unerring shot with an arrow from that high up across that distance landed hard enough that a hit would reliably knock down a humanoid target which already lacked fine motor control. She wasnt scoring many kills but had helped a lot in creating openings for the ground forces.

Now, two hours into our occupation, we had a ring of goblin-built iron barricades, supported by crossbows from behind and spears holding the gaps. Id taken a position below Velavens but still with a good vantage to provide Healing and covering fire whenever a particularly dense pack of zombies needed to be cleared out. By the time our catch teams had filled their quota, both Velaven and I were mostly reduced to watching, the people on the ground having things well in hand.

I risked taking my eyes off the perimeter to watch the row of rattling coffins being hoisted into the tunnel by wolf people. In hindsight, the solution of individual person-sized boxes was so obvious I was pissed I hadnt immediately thought of it myself, just because that wouldve made a perfect comeback to Kassers snark about big boxes. The only difficult part had been the actual captures, and even that had gone more smoothly than Id dared hope.

Apparently the Fflyr were very well acquainted with catchpoles, essentially polearms with loops of rope on one end that could be used to ensnare and control a target from a distance. Id asked if those were used for hunting and Aster had blandly replied they were mostly used on farms to prevent indentured workers from fleeing.

I couldnt wait to burn this entire island to the ground. For real this time.

Boots crunched on gravel and underbrush as my second in command climbed up to my perch alongside me.

Howre we doing?

Catch teams are almost done, Aster reported. The defenses are holding well; Im pleased with how everyone has performed. Zeckls, uh, experiment has been a disappointment.

I nodded. I noticed the lack of explosions. What went wrong?

Im sure shell want to make her own report once shes got the details ironed out, but at a glance, it looks like the crossbow-fired munitions are just too bulky to fly effectively. They dont have nearly the range of a proper crossbow bolt, and theyre so slow in flight that when they hit it often doesnt even trigger the detonation mechanism unless its at very close range. They worked better in the early tests, but against targets that are both moving and soft Basically, were learning why Jadraks people were just using slingshots and grenades.

Wellwe can always go back to using those.

Yeah, Zeckls frustrated; the ammo she designed is a lot cheaper and easier to produce, so I doubt shell want to give up on the idea unless you order it. Apparently what we faced down there was the result of months of manufacturing and stockpiling, and they blew through nearly all of it in the first battle. Remember we were only able to salvage a dozen or so rounds to use in the last fight with Hoy. Weve got a much bigger manufacturing base than the Jadrak Company did, but those munitions are still not economical.

I approve of Zeckl experimenting, at least. I trust Kasser to keep an eye on her and make the call regarding what is and isnt worth pursuing.

We needed those munitions, or at least some kind of munitions. Zeckl had rigged up a very primitive musket pretty easily based on my descriptions, but it had proven unreliable. Actual guns were problematic here because we were using alchemy, not chemistry; the goblins explosives were mostly liquids rather than powders, which was surely a surmountable problem but created additional issues I couldnt even make suggestions on how to overcome. I barely knew even the basics of how Earth guns worked. As far as I understood it, modern ones dont even have gunpowder in the barrels and I dont even know how the hell that works, never having been curious enough to look it up. Still, the goblins were ingenious and with the funding and direction I was giving them, I expected good results.

Gaining an edge in firepower was crucial. We were too exposed, our operation too visible; the only reason we werent facing massively organized, dedicated opposition was because there was nothing massively organized or dedicated in Fflyr Dlemathlys at all, and even soit was only a matter of time. The core of my strategy was to have exotic weaponry prepared and held in reserve, so that once we were cornered by conventional military forces en masse I could hit them with a bunch of industrial age bullshit the medieval armies of Ephemera would be unprepared for.

It was important to keep that card in my sleeve for as long as possible. Once I kicked off an actual arms race Well, I didnt like my chances against the entire scientific and industrial capacity of the Lancor Empire. I suspected it was some goddess-related nonsense that kept them at a lower level of technology (otherwise goblins would rule this world), and Sanora was definitely not above abruptly changing the rules if it suited her.

Sohow long has that been going on? I pointed at one of the barricade gaps, where Nazralind was currently taking her turn with a spear.

She had Goose start training her in the spear two weeks ago, Aster said quietly, shooting a glance up and to our right, where Velaven stood watchfully atop her perch, just out of earshot at this low volume. Naz was the designated archer in our core group, but now we have someone with a powerful artifact bow. Goose insists the spear is the best weapon for melee fighting.

I frowned, unsure quite how to feel about this development. Mmm

Seiji, Aster said more quietly yet, dont coddle Nazralind.

At that I had to turn fully to her, my eyebrows shooting upward. You think Im coddling her?

Nope. She reassuringly patted my shoulder. This isadvice for the future. Im sure youve noticed Naz tends to be kind ofsilly.

When she can afford to, sure. Shes never acted the fool when we needed to be serious. Shits rough for us all, Aster, I say let people unwind however they need to.

Of course. It only concerns me because, wellshe kind of hides behind you. And dont get me wrong, she needed to after her experience trying to lead her group alone. Seiji Nazralind has the potential to be every bit the leader she was trying to be; she just wasnt ready. Its done her a world of good, having the chance to hone her skills while someone else is in charge. Justremember that, please. She should be encouraged to put herself forward, when the opportunity comes. It would be a shame if that potential accidentally got squashed because shes traumatized and you like to protect people.

I chewed my lip. Hm. Thatshm. I think youve got a good point. Thanks, Aster, Ill keep it in mind. Ahem, anyway. Looks like the last of the captured zombies are secured. Whats your assessment on our next phase?

First of all, Id like to shell down for a while, she said more briskly. Our current defensive posture is extremely effective; youve seen how the pressure has eased off the longer weve been here. Were heavily culling the local zombies just by holding this position. I think itll be good to keep doing that until the attacks mostly trail off, since were here to wipe them out and this way is the least risky to our people. Obviously we cant waste too much time, so once the engineers have finished solidifying the fortifications I think we should move out, but that will be Lets see, given the last estimate I heard, at least another half an hour.

Makes sense.

The next issue is that Well, Ive been watching how were doing at repelling them. Heavy crossbows and spears work well from behind barricades, but we are going to run into trouble once we move out. Basically, dealing with massed undead calls for heavy infantryfull plate armor and tower shields, et cetera.

She hesitated, then risked taking her eyes off the field to regard me seriously.

Lord Seiji, when you begin interacting with formal Viryan clergy, I recommend you refrain from sharing that anecdote. It would betheologically disruptive.

Ill keep that in mind. Fuck that, Virya was a bored, lazy twat and I meant to make damn sure everybody knew it. No point in derailing this conversation about it, though. And what about the Shylver? Since theyre the Viryan culture I will almost certainly be encountering next.

Actually, you will most likely meet the naga next, as you will have to get through themone way or anotherto reach Shylverrael. Fortunately the answer is the same, as both are descended from the same Savin traditions. I believe the organizing principle of our philosophy would be best translated asvillainy.

Somewhat to my surprise, a prickle ran across my skin. I could see the vague form of something taking shapesense pieces slotting into place as Velaven began to guide me toward understanding an entire new worldview. It was surprisingly exhilarating for someone like me, whod never had much inclination toward philosophy.

Go on?

Heroism and villainy describe a whole other axis, parallel to moralityor perhaps even perpendicular to it. I chose those Fflyr terms because Well, funnily enough, I believe the Fflyr of all Sanorite cultures would understand us most easily. They are literary terms, describing the idealized roles taken in stories. Villains act, heroes react. Heroes and villains alike are individuals who tower over the rest of us, characterized by the immense power and will it takes to remake the world in their image. A hero is a force of order, one who emerges in response to great calamity, to drive back the darkness and restore what has been broken. A living repudiation of chaos.

She paused, and we both looked down, watching our troops below. Wolf people with huge spears and women wielding crossbows hammered against the continuous trickle of attacking undead, creating time and space for energetic goblins to hammer more solid barricades into place.

But a villain. Velaven drew in a breath slowly, and let it out in a continuous stream of soft mist. A villain arrives in a world that is already in order, and finds itwanting. One who uses that power and will to assert change where change was not rising on its own. A villain, a true villain, may be compassionate or cruel, good or evil, but what they always are isjust a little bit, and in just the right waymad.

She looked up again, meeting and holding my eyes, her expression intent and intense.

It takes arrogance, the delusional arrogance of a megalomaniac, to gaze upon the world in all its vast, majestic intricacy, and declare I have a better idea. But Just imagine what a hopeless, stagnant world it would be if no one ever did.

So thatis your peoples ideal? This was, honestly, a revelation. I could see the power of the idea. She was describing an amoral category of person who could be as good or bad as the individual and the situation around them. Velavens villainy equally described Gandhi and Hitler. The will to reject the world as it was. To remake it. To, for good or ill, break those who tried to maintain the status quo.

It is what we revere, she said softly, even as we know that few can truly aspire to that. Or should. Of the truly universal differences between Sanorites and Viryans, one is that we recognize the value of their perspective, while the reverse is not often true. There must be order. Every society needs its heroesand a cultural tradition of heroism. Without custom and culture and tradition, without safety and security and harmony Well, that is not a society. In anarchy, everyone is a villain, and thus no one is. Villainy is a rare thing, and must be. But while they decry it as evil, we hold it sacred.

I stared at the village walls and Kharisss manor beyond, not really seeing them. It seems to me that only somevillainsare actually trying to accomplish anything constructive. A lot of those who set out to remake the world are only grasping at power for themselves.

She nodded. And even those have their value, for they compel the forces of order to act. At absolute best, a villain changes the world for the better. At worst? They create the conditions which give rise to heroism.

Thatsa lot to live up to.

Velaven glanced at me, seemingly considering whether to say something. I listened to the wind and the intermittent sounds of battle from below, giving her the moment.

You are not much of a villain, Lord Seiji, she said finally.

I blinked, trying to decide how offended I should be.

And that is not criticism, she clarified, not from any sensible Viryan and least of all from me. You and I both At our most compassionate, we try to best safeguard those beholden to us. At our most selfish, to regain a better state of being that was forcibly taken from us. Truthfully? The time is long past when I dreamed of villainyI left those dreams behind me as the idle fantasies of a naive girl.

I dont know if I could possibly express to you how fundamentally fucking unacceptable this world is. Fflyr Dlemathlys is particularly bad, but All of Ephemera is a wreck. Things should not be like this! Someone has to do something. And if Im the one with the power, well

But tell me this, she countered, wearing a slight smile. Had you the power to instantly, completely assert your will across this broken world, would you create your ideal of a perfect one? Do you even have a vision of what that would be? Or can you only think to restore a high standard that no one else on Ephemera has ever known, one built by generations of slow progress in another world? The world you dream of making might seem revolutionary to those of us born here, raised here But to you, Lord Seiji. Are you just trying to show us the ways of the more advanced culture you come from? Or do you, personally, have a better idea?

I could only stare at her. I felt like the rational center of my brain was flailing in freefall, suddenly deprived of anything to grasp or stand on, while the emotional part just floated along with no idea what to make of this.

Velaven lowered her eyes, her shoulders moving in a small sigh.

To embrace villainy, true villainy, would impress the Viryan peoples, to be sure But nothing is less villainous than molding yourself to the expectations of others. Yomiko was certainly no villain; above all else she was a protector, a liberator, a champion of order and restoration. And she is remembered with respect and admiration by the descendants of her allies and enemies alike. If you dont have a vision you would see inflicted on the world at any cost, well Congratulations on your sanity.

Okay That was enough of this for now. I wasnt sure what Id been expecting from having a real discussion with Velaven, but it was not to be suddenly forced to reassess my entire existence.

I thinkyou and I should have more conversations, Velaven. You seem to have a lot to teach me.

I have far more to learn. She smiled, the expression distant and sad and warm enough that I had to accept it as genuine, because if she could fake something that intricate she was just going to always be a step ahead of me and there was no point in worrying about it. I would like that very much, Lord Seiji.

Things are slowing down there. Im going to get in position; best if Im ready to move out as soon as Aster has everything in order.

Fight well, Dark Lord.

I turned and carefully picked my way down the slope, my mind far away from the coming battle.