Chapter Seventy-One: Stories

Chapter Seventy-One: Stories

The next morning, Toms group set out on their first assignment. Val and the other group leads had sorted out a general plan, and then individual tasks for each group until the next meet.

Two teams of eight were sweeping out wide through the Deep, circling the entire way around Wayrest, with the purpose of recruiting any Hunters left after the Lord of Bloods purge and bringing them back. They were also to scout, ensuring there were no secondary camps of orcs in the Deep, and would also be stopping at each of the trade roads and leaving messages carved into trees at the roadside, warning away merchants and travellers.

Vals group had two main tasks. Vals squad would be trying to reach Merins Shaft, the next village to the west along from Mays Crest. Merins was a mining village, one of two in the village rings, the other being Rens Delve. The hillier country to the south of Wayrest held ore, and large veins of various metals had been found underneath the site of the village.

Val hoped to bring back materials for Scriber and Cub, and had been loaned several storage rings for the purpose. One of the other teams had been tasked with going to Miks Pasture, a village known for its milk and beef and leather. It was a second ring village, but even further west. They hoped to get there quick enough that resistance would be light, allowing them to pilfer supplies.

Toms squad were tasked with bringing the merchant with the long-distance communication skill to meet with Watchman Glass. It was critical, now that theyd discovered the skill, to link up with Wayrest. Instantaneous communication would make an immense difference in coordinating their raids with the city defence.

As they travelled towards Mays Crest, Tom asked the woman how the skill worked exactly. It was, apparently, quite simple. Once she had met someone in person, she could offer them a connection. Once accepted, it allowed her to communicate with them via their wisps, just like Idealists who had formed a party.

Usually, wisp communication was limited to a distance of a mile or so, and party sizes were restricted to eight at the most. Her communication skill worked over hundreds of miles, and she could set up to fifty people as contacts, currently. It had allowed her to become extremely rich as a merchant, as she could check the price and demand of commodities in real time at her intended destination before she had even left. Tom liked the sound of the skill, but if he had the choice, he would still prefer long-distance movement to communication.

They reached their destination in good time, and Val and her squad said brief goodbyes before continuing onwards. Tom and his squad would wait where they had agreed with Glass, an hour or so into the Deep outside the village, and try to signal her.

They settled in to wait as dusk fell. Tom gathered as many of Seres bodies as he could spare, and began to send them up above the canopy in periodic bursts. It was this that Glass had agreed to watch for. He had to wonder what kind of sensory skill she had to be able to detect such tiny birds from so far away. It had to be ridiculously strong, but then again, she would have been chosen for the Watch for a reason.

He was lucky to have Sus and Sol to pick up the slack in coverage that using so many of Seres bodies caused. The pair of owls were almost as useful as Sere for scouting. Their eyesight and hearing were intensely acute. It had taken him a while to convince them he didnt need to be appraised of every squirrel or rat they detected.

In the low light, nothing escaped them. They could operate effectively during the daylight as well, but they were much more vocal with their grumpiness and sleepiness. During the night they were merely irritable and drowsy.

Tom laid back against Sesames side and tried to rest as best he could, keeping some attention on Sus and Sol and the rest of Seres bodies. Rosa sat down next to him, and began absently scratching Sesas head. Cass perched herself on a raised oak root, and then lifted her shirt a little.

Tom caught a glimpse of dark black spots, and then a familiar materialised with a pop. It was a panther, sleek and black and shiny in the fading light. It gave a small yeowl, and then curled up at Cass feet.

Youd think I wouldve gotten a familiar from Wood or the Forest, wouldnt you? Errol remarked. But no. Always wanted one, myself. The company would be nice.

Shes beautiful, Rosa remarked, nodding at the panther. It preened at the compliment.

I only just got him. Manifested him under under Killing, but I only found one essence since we escaped. Rea had a trove of them at her cave though. Let me have whichever ones I needed.

You spend enough time out here, you run into more essences than you could possibly need, Tom offered. Errol nodded his agreement.

Well, if were getting everything out. She visibly steeled herself, then launched into a halting tale.

After our unit in the Reaping broke, I found myself with a small group too. There were three of us, all soldiers. We all had our gear, even. But we couldnt catch a break.

We kept running into monsters, one after the other. I think twelve hours? Was the longest we went without fighting. We were exhausted. The injuries were building up. And we were desperately trying to get back to Wayrest.

We ran into a wood sprite, one afternoon. We killed it, but it broke one of the others legs. Badly. He couldnt stop screaming.

We didnt know what to do. We couldnt move him, but we couldnt just leave him either. We had nothing to treat it with. We had just started making splints when we heard it: barking. Braying and howling, in the distance.

Tom shivered, and he saw Errol and Rosa do the same. They had all heard it. The sound of orcs on the hunt.

We thought it was wolves coming. We tried to hide, but he wouldnt stop screaming. And the barking, it was getting closer, and closer.

Cass paused. Tom couldnt see her face in any detail in the light, but she seemed to be shaking. Suddenly, with a gasp, she continued.

I did it. I killed him. Slit his throat, right there. We had to do something, though. Her voice was desperate, pleading.

I manifested Killing and Injuries at the same time, as it happens. Turns out it didnt matter. We were captured not long after. Wasnt any wolves, either. She chuckled around a thick throat.

Goddess Rosa said. Tom echoed her a moment after. He was floored. It was horrific.

Ive spent forty years with Regret, and Ive learned a thing or two, said Errol, speaking into silence. Our Ideals do not define us. Not unless we let them. I learned that the hard way. Take my advice: you dont have to go down that road. Life is shit, but its also what you make of it. So build a turd palace.

There was an absurd pause, and then they all started laughing. Softly, at first, and then louder. It was freeing; a release, in a way. Tom felt lighter, afterwards.

To new beginnings, he said. And turd palaces.

Here, here! they echoed.

A giggle sounded off to their right. They all whipped around, finding Watchman Glass leaning against a tree nearby. She grinned at them.

Whats the joke? she said, raising an eyebrow.