Book 8: Chapter 6: RT
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The first nation threatened by the kingdom of Ailendamus was Kaliv. The northern-most member of the Dawn Concordat occupied the rocky highlands, even smaller mountains and passes leading north.
As one of the three members of the Dawn Concordat, the alliance of Calanfer, Kaliv, and Gaiil-Drome, Kaliv was naturally the first guard in northern aggression. Calanfer, most southern, would fight foes to the east and coming up from the coast. The kingdom of Gaiil-Drome, forested, home to a large half-Elf population and the half-Elven villages was considered safest in times of war; Pheislant was one of the few nations that would attack from the west.
[Strategists] had been analyzing Ailendamus first moves long before war was actually declared. They were largely on-mark; Ailendamus had imposed a naval blockade to stifle trade and any relief goods. It wasnt a huge loss to the Dawn Concordat so long as they kept their other trade routes open, and of course, they had stockpiles of food.
However, Ailendamus was a powerhouse in the region, the largest kingdom in all of southern Terandria and arguably one of two or three of the most powerful without exception. The last hundred and sixty years and reign of four [Kings] had seen massive expansion and aggression.
The fact that its Ailendamus against the Dawn Concordat is unfortunate. However, the fact remains that unless Ailendamus can secure an access treaty to assault the Dawn Concordat by way of Calanfer, they will have to fight through Kalivs frontier. And that is not easy.
One of the [Strategists] in Pallass opined on the segment with Noass and Sir Relz on ongoing military conflicts. He correctly pointed out what would happen in the next two weeks.
Ailendamus had begun raiding and razing the fertile lowlands of Kaliv. In response, the people were evacuated. Then they sent in their first army, a huge invasion force sixty thousand strong.
Testing the Dawn Concordat, although armies of that size had destroyed entire legions in the field and multiple kingdoms. By the same tokenforces far larger had also been stopped.
Most famous on peoples lips was a comparison that was unsociable to make in this day and age: the time when the Archmage of Death, Perril Chandler, had held off an army of four kingdoms, four hundred thousand strong, in the same passes of Kaliv.
But of course, that had been during a particularly ugly war where Kaliv had been all but beaten. If they made it to Krawlnmaks PassCalanfer and Gaiil-Drome were in danger of falling because the Dawn Concordat had expended its power and failed to keep Kaliv from being overrun.
So the first army marched. Sixty thousand, to see what Calanfer did. They headed for the low-lying cities of Kaliv, rather than try and ascend.
If they went for Lufelt, the mountain-capital of Kaliv, the Griffin Queen would probably let them march all the way up through the treacherous mountain passes, raiding and ambushing them or collapsing the mountain, and then let them try to siege huge, vertical terrain while Griffins dropped stones on their heads and the famous goat-cavalry kicked them off the face of the mountain.
No, the first army wanted a fight. And so they marched on Memdaa border city fortified against general attack, but which the Dawn Concordat wasnt willing to lose without a struggle, especially since it would prove to be a staging ground for the other armies already on the march from the kingdom of Ailendamus.
The global audience, watching, even placing bets, or speculating as to the outcome more as interested viewers than concerned peopleat least, those not of Terandriawere not privy to the debate between the three members of the Dawn Concordat. If they had been, they would have understood an argument led to the battle at Memda.
Novakya, the Griffin Queen of Kaliv.
Reclis of House Marquin, King of the Eternal Throne of Calanfer.
Solen Wildheart, the Ruler of the Forests of Gaiil-Drome.
Each one had advisors of course, but the rulers were active participants in decision-making, although each one drew on various levels of expertise.
Novakya wanted the battle, refusing to let Memda be taken. Solen was of the opinion that it should only be garrisoned by a token force that would fall back and deny the city afterwards, collapsing walls, poisoning wells.
Reclis du Marquin was the most cautious and would have given up the city in favor of more advantageous battlefields. HoweverNovakyas lands were in danger, and after some debate, all three monarchs agreed to make it a battle to test Ailendamus, as well as the reverse.
Thus, the Dawn Concordat met the Ailendamus force with seventy thousand of their own forces, drawing most heavily upon Kalivs standing armies, but supplementing them with conscripts from Calanfer. Gaiil-Drome supplied their [Woodland Rangers], half-Elven soldiery, as well as some of their [Forest Knights], but in fewer numbers; they contributed twelve thousand dedicated [Archers] as their main focus.
Calanfer sent many levied, newly-minted [Soldiers] or [Militia], to the tune of nearly twenty thousand, led by one of their lesser [Generals]. If that seemed paltry compared to the four hundred Griffins and armored foot in the thousands that Kaliv added to the low-level soldieryCalanfers largest contribution was symbolic and meant to be one of the striking hammers against Ailendamus.
They sent a thousand Thronebearers, the royal [Knights] of Calanfer into battle. The largest Knight Order of the three nations would go up against the [Knights] of Ailendamus. The Order of the Thirsting Veil, the Order of the Hydra, and the Order of DrellDrell Knights, as they were colloquially known.
To a student of knight-orders, Ailendamus possessing three spoke to the size of the kingdom. The Order of the Thirsting Veil was smallest, possessing deadly poisons often derided as ignoble by some knight orders. The Order of Drell was larger, but both were still smaller than the Order of the Hydra combined.
In briefthe Order of Drell had been founded due to Ailendamus wetlands. Similar but different to other marshland Kingdoms like Desonis. They specialized in aquatic warfare and could actually fight underwater.
The Order of the Hydra was plentiful, unmounted, favoring foot-knights who were drawn from common stock almost to the exclusion of nobility. They were shock troops, who used warhammers and broke the lines of enemy heavy infantry.
The engagement between both armies began with both height and the local city favoring the Dawn Concordat, as well as a slight numbers advantage. Gaiil-Dromes famous [Archers] were ready to harry the opposition whilst Kalivs Griffins secured the skies and dropped projectiles as well as dove to assault the enemy. The Thronebearers would take to the field in the center, and be supplemented by flank charges by the other [Knights] and ram-cavalry.
However, Ailendamus had also prepared for their foes unique compositions. They had brought the famous lance-arrows of Ailendamus, which were part of the kingdoms sigil.
Massive, enchanted bolts which half-Giants had once strung from bows and fired at opponents. They were said to have killed Dragons and pulverized walls. These days, few half-Giants were in service even to Ailendamus, so they were mounted on Greatbows that were held by teams of archer-specialists.
Not ballistae, per se. Both sides fielded siege equipment, but neither had dedicated [Engineers] in their kingdoms, so Ailendamus possessed enchanted catapultsnot the infamous Drake trebuchet. The Greatbows were closer to twin bows mounted vertically rather than horizontally in an x-pattern; they required enchantments to fire the huge arrows.
As the battle began Ailendamus proved to have the superior range even to Gaiil-Dromes [Archers]. The heavy lance-arrows threatened and unnerved the Dawn Concordats army as they landed, sowing chaos and reminding everyone of a similar battle between the King of Destruction and the House of Minos. They even killed two Griffins before they could harass Ailendamus forces, although that was accorded a lucky shot, even with Skills.
Like the King of Destructions dilemma, the presiding [General], Lord-Commander Metris of Calanfer, elected to charge the enemy rather than attempt to dismantle the Greatbows first. He had seen that Ailendamus had brought far fewer [Knights] than the Dawn Concordat, and their [Soldiers]while part of their standing armieswere superior in equipment and level to the levies, and considered that the Thronebearers and the varied forces would break their lines.
He charged, committing the Thronebearers to the first charge after the infantry clashed.
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There were good [Knights] and bad [Knights]. It would surprise no one to learn that not all [Knights], or knight-orders were equal. Yes, there were exceptional individuals in each order, but you could still rank them as a whole.
The Thronebearers of Calanfer were a political knighthood order. Suited to speaking poetry and attending balls as much as pure combat. They were not a weak order per se.
They did well against Ailendamus [Soldiers]. You could even say that one Thronebearer was worthwhat, two and a half ordinary Ailendamus [Soldiers]?
But there was the rub. [Knights] were always in short supply, at least, where wars were concerned. They could hack apart weaker foes with their often-enchanted armor and Skills, not to mention devastating lance-charges on horseback.
The Knights of the Petal under Lady Bethal Walchas, for instance, numbered less than two hundred and were a deadly fighting force even in small groups because they were untouchable against ordinary foes without means of breaking their expensive, enchanted armor.
The Thronebearers were arguably less elite than the Knights of the Petal. They still were a powerful force. But the problem was, to Knight-Commander Calirn of the Order of Seasons, as he watched the news report, simple.
Ailendamus [Soldiers] knew war. They were an active fighting force rather than the Thronebearers, who did not routinely engage in huge battles. The [Knights] kept themselves sharp, but the first army had steel without exception. Enchanted weapons among their [Sergeants] and officers. The Thronebearers had the advantage on the charge. But they began to take casualties and failed to break the lines of Ailendamus army.
The Dawn Concordat prized [Knights] more than the common levied-[Soldiers]. Or at least, the Calanfer [General] did. He pulled the Thronebearers back and tried to win with infantry alone.
In the end, it wasnt a rout. Nor was it, in fact, a defeat. Ailendamus army retreated after three hours of fighting. They lost half their Greatbows to Griffin-strikes, and their army took nearly twelve thousand casualties.
The problem was, to Calirn, that Calanfer had taken nearly twenty thousandand if you were counting valuable assets lost, theyd lost forty plus Griffins, at least two hundred Thronebearers, and a number of their other high-level forces.
Ailendamus never intended to take the city. They intended to test the Dawn Concordats resolve and see how their armies faced up.
The dry voice came from the left. Knight-Commander Calirn, head of the Order of Seasons, Pheislants Knight Order and one of the strongest in Terandria, turned to one of the other three leaders gathered here.
The result, Fall Sentinel?
He led the Season of Fall. He was both [Mage] and [Knight]. The man had white in his hair, but he could still tilteven if the Fall Knights ran towards academic.
They could do this a dozen times and they will, if the Dawn Concordat is unwise enough to take such battles. Those are rank-and-file [Soldiers] they will trade for Thronebearers and Griffins.
True enough.
Calirn bit off. He saw the Springs Wardenyoungest of those here by far, and the only woman in the roomand the Summers Champion, both look uncomfortable. They clearly didnt like the Dawn Concordats odds already.
The Winters Watcher was not present, often keeping his own council or watching their borders. But the Summers Champion clenched his fist.
And we will not be taking part, Knight-Commander?
Not yet. Pheislant is undecided and we cannot drag in our kingdom by ourselves, Summers Champion.
Calirn sighed. The man glowered; like many Summer Knights, the Summers Champion embodied passion. It was not always a good thing and he often clashed with the [Winter Knight]s attitudes.
Calirn. They cannot stand alone! We are the Order of Seasons! If we enter the fray, Pheislant is not beholden to answer for us! We are connected, but separate.
That was true. But Calirn just folded his arms.
Greysten, you know as well as I that Ailendamus will not accept that excuse. We watch.
What he left unspoken was simply that he wasnt sure if the Order of Seasons should fight. BecauseAilendamus might go after Pheislant next.
Because they might lose. He knew the others knew it too. Calirn shook his head.
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That was the first battle of the war. There were more.
Two more battles had taken place since then. Ailendamus sent a far larger force supplemented by their war beastsArmored Graento take the city. This time, the Dawn Concordat tried to make it a siege battle. The city fell too quickly to the Lancearrows; once the gates were open, the huge, thick, plodding beasts with six legs and insanely tough hide augmented by armor rampaged through the gates. And Ailendamus artillery meant that Griffins could not harry them.
Moreover, Ailendamus had the advantage in [Mages] as well. They fielded numerous [Mages] who cast [Poison Cloud] despite the Dawn Concordats objections to the use of the spell in war, as well as conventional spells like [Fireball].
Thereafter, the [Mage Marshall] in charge of this wing of offensives led her forces towards the second, more populous city of Treql, while more armies began to advance across Kaliv.
There, they suffered the first defeat of this war, and a surprising outcome that Knight-Commander Calirn witnessed live via scrying orb with the rest of the world.
The [Mage Marshall] had been leading a second battle where the Dawn Concordat tried to hold the walls, knowing that her force of ninety thousand would sweep them if they couldnt choke the enemy. The Kaliv-main force was tough and entrenched, but the [Mage Marshall] had been throwing poisonous gas clouds, spells at the Griffins who normally dropped stones and other projectiles and decimated armies trying to siege the enemy.
She would have broken them, Calirn was sure. But that was when the Griffin Prince of Kaliv and the disgraced wing that were half-outlaws, half-vigilantes entered the fray.
The Griffin Prince. Stripped of his name, stripped of his right to succeed Novakya. Cursed, some said, by one of Terandrias monsters. He had formed a wing of [Griffin Riders] out of former [Bandits], [Murderers], and other dregs of society, giving them one last chance to fight for honor.
They were not tolerated by Kalivbut they were not hunted either. They were in a grey zone where Kaliv usually pretended they did not exist.
Calirn had heard stories about the immortal Griffin Prince and the tragedy aroundher. The Spider. But he had not realized the true nature and power of the young mans curse until today.
The Griffin Prince flew over the battlefield at a height above even the lancearrows. Spells and long-range shots tried to strike him, but his wing flew close-cover, deflecting or taking the shots meant for his Royal Griffin. They dropped stones, but those were blocked by barrier spells. What the [Mage Marshall] had never considered was that they would drop the Griffin Prince himself.
He fell among the stones, unnoticed at first. Surely the young man should have been splattered by the impact on the mage-barriers, or just disintegrated. But somehowhe survived.
He landed among the command of Ailendamus forces. Calirn saw the [Mage Marshall] blast him with a spray of poisonthen a lance of magic through his chest. He staggeredbrought up his axe
And it bounced off her barrier-charm. He was diced into pieces in a second by her personal guard.
It didnt kill him.
The second strike didnt kill the [Mage Marshall] as, disbelieving, she saw him re-knit. But the third slew her, even as her guard tried to hack the young man apart.
The bewildered army saw the fighting in the command. It took thirty minutesbut the entire command began to flee as the Griffin Prince slaughtered the entire retinue defending the point. He destroyed three of the Greatbows before his wing dove to retrieve him; a replacement leader was attempting to capture, rather than kill him.
The Griffin Princes mad heroics inspired Kalivs forces. They sallied as, leaderless, Ailendamus forces lost morale. The Wing of Shame, the Griffin Princes retinue, took the battle to one flank, destroying Greatbows.
Ailendamus army didnt even manage to retreat. Tens of thousands of [Soldiers] surrendered in the first upset of the war.
A brave boy. Calirn still couldnt believe the dread magic that had let him survive countless deaths, however. He knew the power of the Stitch Witch, the Temptress, the Spider, Belavierr.
Even so. Ailendamus assault was foiled as the [Generals] no doubt took precautions against such a strike again. But the Griffin Prince used his deathlessness like a weapon without peer. He attacked raiding parties by himself, challenging groups as many as twenty strong and killing themnot by superior force of arms, but by an inability to die.
His only weakness was being captured, but the canny [Prince] had long-since learned how to pick his battles. His Wing of Shame would haunt Ailendamus in every major battle to come.
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Anyways, that was the scene. If you didnt care about the war, or didnt care for historical battles, it was probably all boring nonsense.
Knight-Commander Calirn paid attention because the Dawn Concordat were right next to Pheislant and he had no love for Ailendamus. But life moved on.
The Singer of Terandria, whom he had once seen, was putting out songs about the war. Desonis had a minor scandal as one of their Earls returned and was stripped of some of his land for insulting their Queen to her face.
A party in Nomaudrel had gone really wrong, and sixteen servants were dead. The hostess, a young [Duchesss], might actually be stripped of her title or landsthe nobility objected to such stringent measures, but the crown, mindful of the reaction of the commonfolk
So it went. This was Terandria! Politics and the Hundred Families and Human kingdoms were not all one thing. The news reported on Ailendamus because it was the big war of the moment, along with the one in Chandrar with the King of Destruction.
However, only a few other parties had gotten dragged into the mix. There had been one incident with a force of [Knights] belonging to the Order of Seasons being captured at sea.
Calirn had been furious about that. But Ailendamus had promised to ransom them, claiming they had refused to surrender at first during the blockade. And againit wasnt the kind of thing that justified taking the Order of Seasons to war.
What had made the Knight-Commander smile was that the [Knights] escaped, even apparently managing to down a famous [General] along the way! A bad look for Ailendamus, especially since the [Knights] swore under truth spell that they had refused to heed the codes of honor and war. Ailendamus crown promised to investigate
Small potatoes? Satisfying potatoes. Calirn had especially wanted to greet the [Knights] after their long journey home, because they had ridden to battle with Ser Raim andwell, failed to see the Stitch Witch dead. But all things being equal, he would not have counted it as a momentous occasion.
Except that they brought a friend. A fellow [Knight], hailing from Izril.
The Goblin Slayer. OrSer Solstice.
And he was a Goblin.
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The return of the group of Spring and Summer Knights to the Order of Seasons was a cause for celebration. The gates were thrown open as they were spotted, and they were welcomed for food, respite, and the company of their brothers and sisters after so long!
Of course, they had been spotted long before they arrived at the vast, sprawling keep that was the headquarters of the Order of Seasons, made out of an old half-Elven fortress from the time of their empires.
Rabbiteater was impressed by the guard they kept on the Order of Seasons land. The group had told them they were coming, but even so, they hadnt gone more than ten minutes past what Talia had claimed was the border point when he appeared.
The Winters Watcher.
Ser Markus bowed, gauntleted fist over his heart. The others did the same. Spring Knights and Summer Knights, bowing slightly to the figure standing on the hilltop.
It had begun snowing; their clue he was here. Even in the summer. The figure regarded them.
Winters Watcher! We bring a fellow [Knight] of Izril who has fought and slept by our sides! We vouch for his honor and strength of arms!
Ser Markus had bellowed it up at the figure, whose armor looked closer to frozen ice than anything else. The figure had inclined a huge mane of pale white hair and turned. His armor had been trimmed with thick fur, and he had carried a single enchanted axe with a blue glow to the edge, and a shield with ancient sigillary in the other.
Who that?
Rabbiteater had pointed. Ser Markus had explained.
The Winters Watcher, Ser Solstice. One of the four leaders of the Order of Seasons, under the Knight-Commander himself. He is a solitary figure; much as the Order of Winter are. They do not seek company, but fight alone, or in small groups if they must.
Ah. And they are the best ones?
Markus hesitated. Talia tossed her head and looked back. She was a Summer Knight, he, a Spring Knight. She was his senior, and replied in a stiff voice.
Not as a rule, Ser Solstice. They aremore experienced by and large, that is true, but great [Knights] exist in every order! They are the fewest, however; [Knights] turn to their Season as they age. Sometimes. It is not a rule. Some stay in their season regardless of their age.
Rabbiteater had read between her words. He distilled her speech and Ser Markus following explanation into a far simpler one.
Old, grumpy veterans. Like a bunch of veteran Redfang Hobs or even regular Goblins. Scarred, maybe not as quick or energetic as newly-minted Redfangs, but the ones who took you to pieces the instant you dropped your guard.
He was alone, though.
He pointed out to Ser Markus as they continued the rest of their short journey. Ser Markus nodded.
He is sworn to protect our headquarters, Ser Solstice. He returnsyou may see him in the keep, but he often watches the border, even if he knows we are coming.
Right. But he was alone.
The Spring Knight tilted his head until he realized what Rabbiteater meant.
Ahdo not worry, Ser Solstice. If a larger force were coming, he would raise the alarm. But he would slow any foe who arrived, at the very least!
By himself?
The other [Knights] nodded, as if a single person charging into a fight wasnt stupid.
The Winters Watcher is a superior fighter, Ser Solstice. He could stop countless foes by himself. The heads of each season sometimes duel, and he wins more than any of the other threeexcept for perhaps the Springs Warden. But she is the best duelist by far.
Mm. And the other two? The
Summers Champion. Just as good in combat as the Winters Watch and Springs Warden!
Markus raised his voice for Talia and the other two Summer Knights. He confided in Rabbiteater.
More of a commander, though. And the Falls Sentinel, who is, er, more academic. But superior with a blade even so! You may meet all of them. The Knight-Commander as well. I thinkthey will be interested in meeting you.
He gave Rabbiteater a sidelong look. The Hobgoblin knew he was remembering his face.
The face he had seen after the escape from the Bear Generals camp. YetSer Markus had not said a word of it to anyone as far as Rabbiteater could tell. Hed spent a week of sleepless nights, but no one had tried to kill him in his sleep.
There were changes. But he rode into the Order of Seasons keep and stood as the Knight-Commander himself and two of the seasons heads greeted their [Knights].
Ser Solstice of Izril. I thank you for your aid to my order. And I welcome you into our keep. You are an honored friend, and you may avail yourself of our hospitality.
Rabbiteater took the strong, cold grip. Even though the man had removed his gauntletRabbiteater had nothis grip still felt frosty! He eyed the greying mans face, and sensed his strength in a moment. Awkwardly, the Goblin-knight nodded his head.
Thanks. How long?
Talia twitched. Knight-Commander Calirn blinked. Rabbiteater wondered if it was another custom hed broken.
But you were supposed to ask, right? In Goblin tribes, say, you couldnt just laze about eating the best meat all day.
As long as you desire, Ser Solstice.
Years?
Calirn blinked again and seemed to freeze up. A huge laugh erupted from the orange-haired man.
I like this one! Yes, years, Ser Solstice! The Order of Seasons does not treat its friends lightly, and one more mouth is hardly an imposition! Although well raise our eyebrows if you do naught at all. But I swear it by the summer skies! I am the Summers Champion, Greysten. An honor to meet you.
He was a big Human, six foot three, and physically imposing. Not the Bear Generals girth, but he had a strong, hot grip. Rabbiteater flexed his hand afterwards. What was with these [Knights]?
Oh, right. The seasons thing. The Springs Warden was next. She was slimmer, and Rabbiteater thought she was very pretty.
Oh, she looked like she was in her thirties despite being twenty years older, which apparently was because she was the embodiment of the spring. She had topaz-and-emerald hair, shining bright.
But that wasnt what made her pretty. It was the huge scar running down her cheek and across her neck, and the long, threaded scar down her arm.
That was the kind of scar you got in battle that even a healing potion didnt heal right. Rabbiteater admired her at once; the other two leaders didnt have as obvious battle marks. He got the sense she could stab him through the visor before he could strike her.
Dead sexy, as Redfangs reckoned such things.
Dame Kallinad spoke highly of you in her [Messages], Ser Solstice. Dont worry; we wont ask you to remove your armor. And Ailendamus will pay for its breach in conduct.
Rabbiteater glanced at Talia. She looked a tad bit uncomfortable as she bowed to the Summers Champion and then Calirn.
Knight-Commander, we regret we were so delayed in returning. I trust Ser Raims remains arrived safely?
They did, and have been buried with his beloved as he wished. I regret the passing of our brethren. But you acted as a true [Knight], Dame Kallinad. We will not soon forget the Witchs existence.
She nodded. Rabbiteater had no idea what that was about, but soon he was being shown to his quarters.
We have guest quarters, Ser Solstice. You will stay heretomorrow, I shall show you around the keep, but we will arrange food brought to you.
Ser Markus showed him to the lovely rooms. They might be more spartan than some, but to a Goblin, they were spacious, the bed padded, and plenty of luxury for a guest of [Knights]! Rabbiteater nodded, inspecting the place for bolt holes and traps.
He saw the man hover for a second. Awkwardly, Ser Markus cleared his throat.
Ser Solstice. Aboutyour identity.
Rabbiteater looked up sharply. The Spring Knight hesitated. He put his hand on the door.
I will tell no one, Ser Solstice. You have my word. I saw a [Knight] that day, and that has never changed. I would, however, be interested in speaking with you further, if I may.
The Goblins heart pounded in his chest. Buthe slowly nodded.
Yes. We cando that.
Have an adventure. Her words still rang in his head, even if the power had faded even as they fled the camp. He tried to smile. And Ser Markus did.
I will return after informing the kitchen staff of your circumstances, Solstice. Andfind a way to let you bathe. Perhaps a bath, if we carry it from the wellsexcuse me.
He nodded and left. Rabbiteater sat there for a second.
Am I in danger?
Well, he had been the moment he left Izril. But he wantedto believe in these crazy Humans and their weird codes of conduct. He liked Markus. He wondered what Talia thought; they hadnt spoken as much. But now theyd arrived andhe sat back on the bed.
He felt good.
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The Springs Warden was in her rooms, meditating before dinner, as was her wont. She heard a knock, told the person to enter.
It was a female Spring Knight, one of the ones who had gone to Ser Raims aid.
WardenI am sorry if I am disturbing you, butI have something I must say. I feel the need to, even if it conflicts with honor and duty.
The Springs Warden turned. She was used to such intrusions; her Season was made up of more [Knights] and more junior ones than any other Season.
Come in, Dame Meisa. Speak freely and I will give you what wisdom I have.
Its about Ser Solstice, thethe [Knight] that came with us.
The young [Knight] nervously sat down on the seat across from the Springs Warden. The woman raised her eyebrow.
Ah. You must have seen a hint as to whom he was.
How did you?
It was obvious. The Springs Warden shook her head. Her youthful features made people forget her age. And besideswhat else could it be? Perhaps somethingbut it was most likely his identity.
She hoped he was not some well-known murderer. A member of the nobility or adventurer? Easier to bear. He had seemed forthright and honest, if somewhat unused to formalities when she had met him.
Dame Meisa, is this something I need hear? I would respect his vows under most circumstances. I trust your judgment.
The young woman hesitated. She rested her hands on her knees, and then met the Spring Wardens gaze.
At the risk of compromising my honor, Warden, I believe it so. Ser Solstice is nothe ishes a Goblin.
The Springs Warden blinked.
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It took about twelve minutes for someone to leak Ser Solstices secret of honor between [Knights]. So much for the honor-bound vow of chivalry.
And it wasnt even the Springs Warden who learned of Rabbiteaters secret first. In fact, Dame Meisa had wavered for a good three hours before approaching her.
The person whod requested an audience and received it minutes after arriving sat in front of Knight-Commander Calirn. It had taken three hours for the entire story and all his questions. At last, he sat back.
And you do not know how a Hobgoblin came into the armor or class he seems to possess KnightTalia?
The young woman shook her head slowly.
No, Knight-Commander Calirn, I do not.
The Knight-Commanders rooms were cold. Not because he leaned that far into his season, but because his aura leaked, even with his mastery of it. Especially when he slept.
That meant he kept the room dry, even though winter static was unpleasant. But it beat moisture creating frost on clothing or wood and then turning to wetness when he left and creating mildew.
Similarly, Calirn tended to embrace his season. For instance, he had the cold-blooming cacti he tended to on a windowsill, which thrived in snowy conditions.
He was also fond of books, and thus had a warded bookcase that prevented frost from damaging it. Some of the ornaments were not for him; he possessed thick, furred blankets made of Wilwolf fur from the north. They were for his guests.
Of course, Summer Knights and younger visitors liked to pretend the cold didnt affect them. However, only one of the top members of the order could really sit in the cold without feeling it. Talia was already beginning to shiver. She tried to establish her aura, but this place was Knight-Commander Calirns and only sheer stubbornness kept her from using the furs.
He indicated them and she reluctantly took one. The Knight-Commander sat there, and then stood. He did not pace, but rather, held still.
Winter was like that. Spring was action and life and youth. Calirn had learned to stand as still as a snowman in a blizzard. His order was made of lone wolves, who had to sometimes ambush foesalthough the ethics of that were always under debate.
While he thought, he held still, regarding the books on his shelves. Among them was a history of major cataclysms that had struck Terandria, a must-read for someone who protected his region and crusaded against threats like that.
Goblin Kings featured in the book, four times. And that was the quantifiable past the [Historian] had been able to find; time erased so much, as did the fall of vast empires. Even now, a treasure worth as much as any relic was a history book magically preserved tens of thousands of years after it had been written.
He was of two minds about this news. Ser Solstice, a Hobgoblin in disguise? The first was uncertainty. The dangers of having amonsteror a monstrous race at the least among Terandrians was not lost on him. However. The second part of him argued with even that sentiment.
To my understanding, my instincts, and what I have heard, Dame Talia Kallinad, that Hobgoblin is a [Knight]. Is that so?
Talia hesitated.
I believe so, Knight-Commander. A basic [Appraisal] spell could tell the truth of it.
Calirn did not need one. He was a high-level [Knight] and he recognized his class. Hed sensed some subtleties of difference with Ser Solstice, but put it down to the cultural differences between continents and how their [Knights] were trained and raised.
He nodded.
But he is a [Knight].
And a Goblin.
Dame Talia sat there, clearly unhappy. Shed put the fur blanket over herself, but she looked deeply troubled. Calirn nodded. He sat back down and looked at her.
Then, Dame Talia. Why did you see fit to reveal his nature to me? A [Knight]s vow of secrecy you swore to uphold is a matter of honor.
He met her gaze with his cool, frosty eyes. She paledthen flushed suddenly. The air warmed around her.
Knight-Commander! I would have kept his secret at any cost! But after the battle with the Bear-General
Whom he singlehandedly beat in a duel, to allow you and the others to escape.
Talia hesitated.
but I saw his face. Knight-Commander, I respect the honor of my class and fellow [Knights]! But he is a Goblin.
And that was the heart of it. Talia sat there as Calirn leaned back.
She felt betrayed. Betrayed, by the truth of Ser Solstice, which had impelled her to come here. The Knight-Commanders disapproval rankled at her.
If he had been a Gnoll, a disgraced Drakeany number of things, she would have kept that secret. But a Goblin? She had admired Ser Solstice. Now?
She didnt know what to think. She had fought Goblins. Who was Ser Solstice? A strange Goblin, pretending to be a [Knight]? An agent in disguise?
She had realized she had never seen the Goblin Slayer actually slay all the tribes hed claimed to have eradicated, only a handful in battle. Had he helped them escape and lied? Or if notwas he a traitor to his own species?
She took a deep breath.
I believe Ser Solstice was untruthful with us, Knight-Commander. And the danger hemight present leads me to believe my duty to the Order and my homeland supersedes or calls into question the knightly-vows of chivalry I have made.
A fair answer.
He saw her reasoning. The Knight-Commander sat there, thinking it over. Then he nodded.
You are dismissed, Dame Talia. I will investigate the matter and inform you of my conclusions, if need be.
Knight-Commander?
She stood, a bit uneasily. But if she had expected a fast decision, she had forgotten that the Knight-Commander, who could be of any season, was Calirn. Unlike his predecessors, he was winter. And winter was a time to contemplate, not move in haste. Calirn sighed.
You are dismissed, Dame Talia.
He rose. It was a troubling issue. But not one he would instantly move onsuch as throwing Ser Solstice into chains, or setting a guard. If he had travelled with the [Knights] so long, he was not an immediate threat. He might be a spy, but he would be a fool to try to attack anyone in the Order of Seasons keep.
Ser Calirn went to consult with the Falls Sentinel, even though that meant spreading more word of Ser Solstices identity.
Rabbiteater had dinner.
-
Ser Markus conceived a great enmity for Dame Talia Kallinad over supper on the first night of their return from their questing abroad.
He had admired Dame Taliaif vaguely, as one of the members of the Season of Summer, the second order that Spring Knights usually aspired toor the Season of Fall if their tastes ran more to academia or studying.
She, as a member of the prestigious Kallinad family of Pheislant, had never seemed overly arrogant, and she exemplified the desire to crusade and fight for valor and honor. So he had been pleased to fight beside her as they went to Ser Raims aid, even though it might mean their deaths, without enchanted weapons, fighting the great Spider of Terandria.
Even after their defeat, she had essentially led them back home, and he had trusted her implicitly. Nothing until now could have shaken his faith in a fellow member of the Order of Seasons.
Today, Ser Markus thought Dame Talia had managed to reverse his opinion of her. He did not know of her conversation with Knight-Commander Calirn, of course. But he saw a dinner and her actions there.
Before that, she had become more distant as Ser Solstices identity had been revealed. The five [Knights], including Ser Markus, had been shocked. But he had openly declared Ser Solstice a [Knight] and after a quick debate, they had decided his secret was safe.
Talia had not gainsaid that decision, but she had stopped riding next to Ser Solstice and talking as openly. One could hardly miss that gap in sociability.
But tonight?
Ser Solstice had supped alone since he did not remove his helmet. But he could still drink through a straw, and talk, and seemed to enjoy it. He had joined Ser Markus and the other [Knights] to eat in the main mess hall of the keep.
All seasons ate there, and guests as well. [Knights] talked, many at their leisure, mostly with friends or their seasons, but they intermingled without real rivalry in most cases. Each season was proud, but they were not at odds.
There were a handful of guests, too. Aspiring [Squires] who got to see what life here was like. Noble guests, or people, usually of Pheislant, come to do business or petition the order.
Fellow [Knights] too. The Order of Seasons tried to keep strong relationships with their fellow orders, who they might well fight beside.
So Ser Solstice was not the attraction of the hour. But he was certainly noticeable. Even [Knights] gossiped and the mysterious knight of Izril, who refused to take off his helmet and had bested a [General] in one-on-one combat was of note. Not to mention his Goblin-slaying prowess.
This was what Ser Markus saw. Ser Solstice entered the banquet hall and found Dame Talia standing and talking with some of the Summer Knights. The Goblin [Knight] approached. Talia saw him coming and excused herself. She moved away to get some food.
Ser Solstice. We may collect whatever you would like over there.
Markus had shown him the food prepared by [Cooks], much like a cafeteria, albeit without the need for payment. Ser Solstice had gotten a drink of goats milk. He looked for Talia. She was sitting with more [Knights] of the Spring. He walked over.
She stood up and moved away. She did not look at himbut it was no coincidence. Ser Markus narrowed his eyes as some of their company, most, bewildered, stopped and watched.
Dame Meisa, Ser Lloyd, and Ser Vitin all watched with varying expressions on their face. Talia moved away with her tray. Ser Solstice followed.
Talia.
Excuse meSer Solstice.
She walked away again, and again. Ser Markus saw the armored [Knight] stop and look after her. He had no expression behind the visor, but Ser Markus saw his head turn after Talia.
Confusion became hurt as understanding bloomed. The Goblin Slayer stood there, looking after the Summer Knight as she went over to some of the Fall Knights who looked around, surprised to see her.
The interplay was not missed on the [Knights] who had been observing Ser Solstice. Now, one of the Knights of Spring, Ser Medul, turned to Ser Markus from where he sat. He was in his late thirties, very old by the Spring Knight standards. But he was youthful, energetic, one of those sorts of people who never ran out of energy until they slept. He belonged to the Spring, whilst Ser Markus might eventually change seasons.
I do not know this Ser Solstice, Markus. I heard of him just as you returned from Izril. But that is a troubling sight. Has Dame Talia lost all decency, or has something come up? Perhaps he romantically petitioned her? If so, she should refuse him outright, rather than act that way.
He nodded at Talia and the silent Goblin [Knight], Markus chewed on his lip as the other [Knights] looked at each other.
I cannot say fully, Ser Medul. It goes to a vow of secrecy between Ser Solstice and those of us who inadvertently witnessed the truth of it.
Ah.
The other [Knights] who had not seen Ser Solstice glanced at Markus, Meisa, Lloyd, and Vitin. Lloyd bit his lip and nodded. Vitin was troubled, as was Meisa, who looked uncomfortable.
Ser Medul and some of the other Spring Knights sitting there frowned. The senior [Knight] nodded to Markus after a moment.
Then I will not inquire since it is a matter of honor. Howeverwithout knowing the why of it, I still find Dame Talias actions to be uncouth at the least.
With that, he stood and called out across the hall.
Excuse me, Ser Solstice of Izril! Come sit with us, tonight! The Season of Spring would welcome you among us!
The Goblin Slayers head turned. He walked over, and sat. Ser Markus tried to smile, but the Goblins expression was unreadable.
Hi.
But he sounded depressed. Ser Medul introduced himself, reaching out to shake his hand.
I am Medul of House Medoitof Pheislant. Shall I call you Ser Solstice or by any other name?
Solstice is fine. Lots of [Knights] here.
It was a comment that made Ser Medul smile. Small talk, without understanding the idea of it. It made sense to Ser Markus now he knew
Dame Talia might beshe isI cannot make excuses for her, Ser Solstice.
He spoke at last, uncomfortably, having yet to touch his dinner. The Goblins head slowly turned.
Was there a flash of crimson behind the visor? He looked at Markus, as the other [Knights] watched him while eating. Markus had no idea what he was thinking, but at last, the armored head nodded slowly.
She thinks one way. This is how it is. That is what happened.
He slowly took a sip from his drink with the wooden straw. Markus exhaled. It was sofatalistic a statement. It made him endlessly curious as to
Curiosity belonged to spring and fall, both seasons of great change. Ser Medul glanced at Ser Solstice and eventually nodded.
Let us put aside dour thoughts tonight. Ser Solstice, I hear you are responsible for freeing my companions from the clutches of Ailendamus! I propose a toast to your valorand tales of how you bested the Bear of Ailendamus!
He rose. The Spring Knights, always fast to toast, with alcohol or not, all jumped to their feet. Rabbiteater blinked around as the mood suddenly turned energetic.
Yes, are you a specialist in unarmed combat? I saw you beat the Bear with your bare hands! And I would have sworn he could have thrown down with the best of our Order barehanded, armor or not!
One of the Spring Knights who had not seen his face leaned in. Rabbiteater shrugged.
I had help. Got lucky.
Tell us the entirety of it, then. From start to finish. Ser Markus? We heard you were at sea, but was it true you ran afoul of the blockade and refused to surrender?
Hardly, Dame Thris! There we were, sailing for Pheislant when Ailendamus fleet found us and demanded our surrender! We debated over fighting when they claimed we would be sunk if we refused, but we did little more than draw our swords. For that, they demanded we surrender and claimed it was an act of aggression
Stories. On the first night, Rabbiteater met the Season of Spring. They clustered around him. Eating, talkingand not once did they ask him to remove his helmet. They wanted to know, but they caught themselves when asking about his past.
They were curious, but they had vows. And they stood together, a group of warriors bound by purpose. It reminded him of his tribe. His family.
He wished they could have had a keep of stone and magic, and wonderful weapons and food you didnt have to ration.
His heart hurt when he thought of Talia.
-
A Goblin Knight? That is a thing of stories, Knight-Commander Calirn.
The Falls Sentinel was an older [Knight]. Slimmer, and, like his Season, less martial than the other Seasons. Howeverhe used a dueling sword with great acclaim, and a buckler in his off-hand. And his spellcasting rivaled some senior [Mages].
More than that, though, he was a historian. The Falls Sentinel stood against more than just aggression in the present; he remembered past threats.
Calirn had come to him with Talias secret, despite reservations. And it was the Falls Sentinel who was more troubled than Calirn.
Then you believe the Goblin is a threat? A spy?
Spy? Agent? Enemy of his kind? That is not the point, Knight-Commander. History is a blunt teacher. And it teaches us that Goblins who walk among other species often become great leaders of their kind. There have been Goblin Knights before.
Really?
The Falls Sentinel was plumbing through his personal archive. He shook his head.
I will have to find the texts. They are buried in our library, no doubt. I will have some of my Season begin the search tomorrow.
Subtly, Falls Sentinel.
The mans name was Venoriat, but the Order tended to use their titles. To remind them they were representatives before friends, who could be biased, at least on business like this. Venoriat nodded.
Of course. But I caution you, Knight-Commander. The Goblin may be a [Knight], in which case I am bound to believe he is honorable enough to gain the class. Buthe is a Goblin.
Meaning?
The Falls Sentinel sighed.
Meaning that Goblins who rise to great strength become Chieftains or Goblin Lords. I recall one text[Recall Text]. Ah, yes. Perfect clarity. The historical account of the Order of Merendis states that a valiant Goblin who strove with them against dark forces who preyed on the blooded, showed them naught but honor and a willingness to compromise. However. She joined the Goblin King during his rampage, which ended their Order, despite decades of strong ties. Where Goblin Kings appearor Goblin Lords, Knight-Commandereven valorous Goblins seem to turn to war. Recall that the last Goblin King was known as Velan the Kind.
I would not forget, Falls Sentinel. I rode against him at the end.
The Order of Seasons had been there. Even now, he remembered the Goblin King slaughtering warriors. That one half-Elf had brought him down had seemed like a miracle.
That is historys lesson. Perhaps, Knight-Commander, you should simply treat him as another species. Or a [Knight] not of this order.
After a moment, the Falls Sentinel clapped his hands. Calirn stirred.
I think I understand, but your meaning?
Even chivalrous [Knights] who embody honor may find themselves at odds due to politics or war. Goblins have many reasons to clash with Humanity. So, then. We understand what may happen because he is a Goblin. We do not know why he takes up armor. Either way, we acknowledge that his species is oft-opposed to ours, as a Drake [Knight] would be. I find him fascinating in any case and request permission to investigate.
How so?
Speak to him. Unless your will is to imprison Ser Solstice? Or execute him?
The Falls Sentinel peered at Knight-Commander Calirn, having donned his reading spectacles. The Knight-Commander stood.
No. Aptly put, Falls Sentinel.
And subtly too; the man had the greatest strength in diplomacy of the four seasons. The older [Knight] nodded. He had contextualized the issue for Calirn and the answer was clear.
I will not have the Order of Seasons imprison a [Knight], no matter the species. If Ser Solstice presents himself as undeserving of the classI would act on it. But Dame Talias admission troubled me from the start. She is conflicted. But without that revelation, I will treat Ser Solstice like a [Knight] from Izril. I cannot ignore what I have been told, and thus he will be kept under moderate surveillance. No more until I reach further conclusions.
Well said, Knight-Commander.
Besides which, one Goblin [Knight] was not as important as the war in Ailendamus.
But he was interested in the Goblin [Knight]. Who could not be? He resolved to meet with him later.
-
If Knight-Commander Calirns deliberations had ended one way, the Springs Warden had dismissed Dame Meisa before dinner far differently.
Dame Meisa, do you believe Ser Solstice is a [Knight]?
The young Spring Knight had squirmed in her seat.
Ido not know, Springs Warden. Nothing he has done has convinced me otherwise; quite the opposite.
Then why do you tell me of his nature?
The older woman had waited. Meisa had shaken her head.
Everything I have been taught is to watch for the danger of Goblins, Springs Warden. I do not know what to think, so I came to tell youif only that someone knows the possible danger.
I see. And I see your reasoning, Dame Meisa. But I rebuke you nonetheless.
Springs Warden?
The Season of Springs leader had looked at the young [Knight].
It is right to fear a threat. It is unbecoming to gossip due to uncertainty, Dame Meisa. Which prompted your arrival here? Your realization of Ser Solstices danger to life and limb? Or your uncertainty of his nature?
The young woman had colored. The Springs Warden sent her on her way.
If you have a question of Ser Solstice? Uncertainties about him, why he is a [Knight]? Ask him yourself.
Then she sat and meditated on the issue throughout the dinner hour. When she rose to break her fast, she was resolved.
She said nothing, did nothing, and had a pudding. Tomorrow, she would see Ser Solstice herself. Spring was change. She let things happen.
-
And the results of her conversation bore out in Rabbiteaters rooms that night. Dame Meisa, looking a bit ashamed, Ser Markus, and Ser Lloyd, all of the Spring, sat and stared as Rabbiteater slowly removed his helmet.
Ser Vitin, also of the Summer, had not joined them. Nor Talia, obviously. But Meisa had suggested it, and so they had asked Rabbiteater.
He took off his helmet and felt odd after so long wearing it like a second skin. They blinked.
Spring ends.
Ser Lloyd murmured the epitaph of their order. Ser Markus nudged him.
Ser Solstice.
Rabbiteater. My name is Rabbiteater.
The Hobgoblin was almost trembling as he put his helmet down. Meisa blinked.
Rabbiteater? That is your name? Then you are?
Rabbiteater. Solstice wasa friend. Human.
They looked at him. The Hobgoblin stared back. After a moment, Ser Markus almost laughed.
A Human friend? Ahthat makes sense! SerRabbiteater, would you tell us more about how you came here?
You want to know?
The Goblin [Champion] and [Knight-Errant] was surprised they hadnt reacted more violently. He had expectedno, hoped
Talia had done what he would have if he found a Redfang was a Human adventurer in disguise, really. Less. But he had hoped.
Some of the hope was born again here. Ser Markus nodded.
It is an extraordinary tale, surely.
But you do not slay Goblins. Youpretend to. Unless those ears were Goblins you slew?
Ser Lloyd looked uncomfortable. Rabbiteater shook his head.
I told them to run away. The dead GoblinsI took ears from them. I do not kill Goblins. Unless they fight me. I do not kill Humans either. Iused to. I was a Redfang.
A what?
They frowned. It was a long story. Rabbiteater did his best, but he was no Numbtongue with the fancy eloquence of language. But hed learned to speak better and made a decent telling of it.
They did not know of the Redfang Tribe, or the famous Garen Redfang. But they listened as he clumsily tried to tell them about growing up, being sent on a mission to kill an [Innkeeper]. Getting lost. So lost.
And then meeting a Human in a battle in a city called Esthelm. Fighting the Goblin Lord. Losing friends. Coming to an inn, where a Human, for the second time ever, didnt see them as monsters.
Erin Solstice.
I have heard of that inn. Liscor. And that is where you came from?
Yes. After the big battle.
The siege with Lord Veltras. But the inn stands?
Rabbiteaters heart hurt.
Yes. She is there. But Imy brothers are gone. So I went. Cant go back. Hurts too much.
He would go back. He had promised her. Buthave an adventure. She knew he was alive. She had told him to have one.
Fall in love. Why didnt she tell him it was like getting kicked repeatedly in the stomach too?
An [Innkeeper]. Raskghar. Cave Goblins. What a story. That is a proper quest, a proper adventure! You put half the Season of Spring to shame with it alone.
Ser Markus sat back. It was interesting, the reactions of the three.
Ser Lloyd was most wary. He kept staring at Rabbiteater and then looking away. But he listened, despite his clear misgivings.
Meisa lookedintrigued, guilty, and interested. She had liked hearing of Erins kindness, and how it had changed the Redfang five.
Ser Markus was simplest. Sheerly admiring. He did not seem to hold the Goblins nature against him. The reason bore out as he rose.
I was lucky enough to know half-Elvesnot in a traditional village, but a proper settlement that traded with my hamlet. I grew up in Gaiil-Dromethe forest nation. I always thought they were much maligned when I heard stories of them later.
So, you are a [Champion] and became a [Knight] after meeting us?
Lloyd looked at Rabbiteater. The Goblin shrugged.
Yes. Armor is armor. I liked [Knights], though. They are sillybut brave.
The Spring Knights exchanged a look. Lloyd looked half-offended, but then smiled despite himself.
Spoken like the other seasons. But one thing I dont understand. You still didnt say how you managed to down the Bear-General. You kept saying you had help. I thought you meant a potion. But you said it was a Skill? Sent by the [Innkeeper]? Across the ocean?
His tone was disbelieving. Rabbiteater smiled.
Erin is Erin. Very crazy. Does strange things. She isstrange.
Lloyd looked at Rabbiteater. Then he sat back.
You smiled for the first time when you spoke of her, sir.
Rabbiteater realized he was. And that made all the difference. Lloyd looked at the others, then rose.
This is incredible. IIve fought Goblins. Killed them. No offense, Rabbiteater, but I was prepared to tell the Springs Warden, or Knight-Commander Calirn upon returning here. Ididnt, but I feel guilty at the thought. Goblins have been mine enemy the entire time.
He looked at Rabbiteater. Meisa bit her lip and Ser Markus frowned.
We swore an oath, Ser Lloyd!
I know! But can you fault me for questioning, Markus?
The man ran a hand through his hair. Rabbiteater shrugged.
Humans kill Goblins. Goblins kill Humans.
Yes, but you make your tribe sound sosothen why are we fighting?
Rabbiteater shrugged again.
No clue.
Lloyd collapsed with a sigh.
I can see your tribethe Redfangs?they would be the worst [Bandits] in the eyes of any Humans. Goblins with a mastery of weaponry. And you say they were all trained to that level? By this Garen Redfang?
Yes. Gold-rank adventurer.
Are other tribes led by Goblins like that? Tell us, pray.
Lloyd leaned in. Markus as well. Meisa listened as Rabbiteater tried to explain.
-
They talked late into the night. It was surreal for both sides, and Rabbiteater slept late into the day. But the next morning, the strangeness didnt stop.
We return to our duties, but due to our sojourn we wont immediately be sent out, Ser Solstice. I would ask if you wanted to join us.
What do you do all day?
Train.
Ser Markus smiled. Lloyd sighed and Meisa rubbed at her shoulders. Rabbiteater tilted his head back and forth.
Cool.
He didnt get why they found it arduous. The Order of Seasons had built their lives around being [Knights], so you did a few things as soon as you were a full [Knight]:
-You went on quests or crusades, in groups, alone if you were senior, or in full armies, sometimes to war.
-You patrolled or helped build or fortify areas in need. Cleared out monsters on a kind of residency for as long as four years.
-You rested and enjoyed the Order of Seasons amenities, took breaks because you couldnt [Knight] all year without needing time off.
-You might research, study magic, if you were a Fall Knight, or go on courtly diplomatic missions to visit other orders, attend events representing your order.
-Or you trained your ass off day in and day out.
That was what [Knights] not occupied with the main activities did. They trained.
Swordsmanship, spear mastery, archery, riding, joint fighting, tilting, dueling, woodcraft, climbing, sprints, swimming, stealth, marathon marchesthe Order of Seasons did specialize, but a [Knight] honed their body.
I hear the Thronebearers exercise for two hours each day. Ive never done less than six.
Ser Markus groused as they ran around the vast keep for a morning run. The [Knights] wore armor[Squires] did not, although they worked up to it with weights. Rabbiteater ran in full gear with a group of [Spring Knights]. Apparently, it was more than a few miles if you did the entire keep; it was sprawling.
You run like this every day?
Yes! At least, the Season of Spring must, to build their endurance. You neednt do this, Ser Solstice
Ser Markus blinked as Rabbiteater jogged ahead, towards the head of the pack. Ser Markus sped up.
Used to do this too. Carrying rocks. Lots of fun. Relaxing.
Ser Medul barked a laugh as he looked over his shoulder.
You hear that, squires? That is dedication to athleticism! In honor of Ser Solstice joining uspick up the pace! None of you quits before he does!
That turned into something of a problematic statement, since Rabbiteater did six laps; the [Squires] were let go after three. Ser Markus was panting when it was over.
Youyou used a Skill, didnt you?
Nope.
Rabbiteater was sweating, but he had water, even lovely apple slices! That was a treat.
The thing was, and which the Spring Knights learned as they went for weapons training nextRedfangs were insane.
They loved training. Garen Redfang had turned their tribe into exercise-freaks, which Erin Solstice had more than once remarked on. Goblins of that tribe craved the rush you got from working hard then eating and flopping over to sleep. They were the kind of breed that military instructors loved.
Another thing that impressed them was Rabbiteaters knowledge of weaponry, which again, mirrored their own.
You can use a flamberge?
Mm. Think so.
Halberd?
Used it. Dont like as much.
But you can use it. How about bow and arrow?
Decent shot. My brother shoots better.
Guisarme? Oh, come now. Youve never held one.
Id like to learn.
Rabbiteater grinned as he hefted the weird pole-weapon with the long catch. But he trained with an axe and shield and bested Ser Markus, Meisa, and three more Spring Knights in quick bouts.
The Order of Seasons had a new [Knight] in its midst. A Goblin. He lay on his back.
Wow. That was a lot of fun. Seriously. He tried to figure out how long it had beenbut hed left the Redfang camps on his mission and it was an all-male team that Garen had appointed, to prevent fightsand then hed been at the inn.
Not that you couldnt deal with it yourself, but you forgot there were better options. Anyways. He lay there for a while.
This was a nice place. He was having a good time. The Goblin smiled to himself.
He was having an adventure.
-
It was an enduring trait among Humans that never ceased to amaze. What was different was hated, reviledor exotic and sexual.
It had once been speculated that Humans had attempted to mate with every species in the worldand many non-species. Not every race did that. But the Human method to success seemed to beif you couldnt beat it, see if it could reproduce.
And if that seemed like a generalist statement, a judgment inherently speciesist or racistwell, he agreed. And hed seen a lot of Human proclivity in his lifetime.
Eldavin was propositioned for sex the third day he was at Wistram academy. It took him hindsight, and the third go-around, to realize that had been what the young woman had been intimating.
Children!
He was appalled. His true nature aside, the Dragonhalf-Elfwas still old for a half-Elf! By rights, they should assume he was three hundred years old, at least! But that young half-Elfof the Centrist factionhad been barely seventy.
Scandalous. But it was a truism of power as well. When someone like Eldavin showed up, established powers tried to do everything to find a weakness or hold on him.
Blackmail, sex, and so on.
Eldavin considered it meant he was having an impact. He reclined in one of the largest series of rooms in Wistram, a far cry from the shabby place where hed first been quartered, sipping from a complimentary brandy gifted to him.
Hed forgotten what it was like to be inebriated. The half-Elf sighed.
Ah, the foibles of the flesh.
But not sex. He was still Teriarch inside, and his experience informed Eldavin. Indeed, he was today already plotting how to expand the new faction that had arisen around him.
Not just him. Fortune had put Archmage Valeterisa in his way. She was faction-less too, and it had been a stroke of luck that they could agree to form a new body of power.
Of all the Archmages, she reminded him most of the old sort. Academic. Uninterested in politics for their own sake. Pursued by quite laudable ambition to learn magic.
Ruthless, of course; hed inquired about her. But quite humble compared to the other Archmages. Shed asked him to share knowledge and he had reciprocated, pretending not to be as learned as he really wasjust extremely so for this day and age.
Thus, the two had formed the base of the new political faction. The, ahTerras faction of Wistram, which had no relationto anyones name, was ostensibly one based around the old name of Earth. Terra. Also, the word in the old language.
Earth. Grounded. Sensible, pragmatic.
And it spoke to the new world now entering this one. Teriarch hummed softly to himself.
-
On the second day, the Archmage of Izril, Eldavin, and a number of new [Mages] who could be trusted had been told of the great secret of Earth.
A [High Mage] on the Council itself had told them in secrecy, a Garuda. He had refrained from even telling Grand Magus Erkika; Wistram had taken precedence over the bonds of species.
The old Garuda had stirred as a globe of Earth was brought in. He stared, uncomprehendingly, at the planet. Thenpictures, taken from the iPhones, computers, electronics.
People laughing, or posing in front of buildings. Airplanes in the sky. Evena picture of video games. Valeterisa had stared at one. Teriarch had wondered if it was harder than Cookie Clicker.
Magi, this is Earth. Another world. Another planet, in a reality somehow divorced from ours, which evolved and formed in a place where other speciesto our knowledgenever existed. Only Humanity, who, without magic, mastered their planet. This is Earth. And there are children from this planet appearing in our world.
Eldavin sat there as Valeterisa, Erkika, and the other [Mages] eyes tried to exit their heads. They were disbelieving at first, shocked. Then they babbled questions, demanded proof.
Proof? Proof was a computer. Proof was the foods they had eaten at dinner! Proof was a truth spell and a young man from EarthAaron Vanwell. Also, him demonstrating a battery, an electric battery, that ran without magic, and a hand-cranked device which created electricity.
Proof was plastic. And though they did not believe at first, some of them, those who had understood the strangeness happening in the world, sat back as it all came together.
Valeterisas fingers were shaking as she adjusted her spectacles and asked questions, even over the Garudas attempts to speak.
Is there any commonality with magic? Is there a portal? Is this related to the Demons activity? Query #221, pressingwhat is the mechanism by which this electricity forms that screen without magic? Can we communicate
It was at this moment, as some [Mages] in-the-know watched the reactions smugly, that Grand Magus Eldavin stood up.
All eyes were on him; he was one of the big players, having established himself by the huge magical fight on the first night. The Depth Mage was not present, but she was being considered due to her level and a possible tie to the Drowned Fleets. Fissival had been ruled out, but Wistram was treating this information as time-critical. It would lose its value soon, and so why not use it for favor and alliances now?
The old half-Elfs eyes studied the presentation. The Garuda [High Mage], Magus Verki, smiled with a hint of superiority.
Grand Magus, you had a question?
Valeterisa and the other [Mages] looked at him. The Grand Mage nodded.
Yes, young man. Pray, may we skip the introductory phase? I came here for information about Earth, not recap.
The Garudas beak opened. The [Mages] blinked.
Youknow of Earth?
Eldavin sniffed.
This is basic news, Magus Verki. I do not need to be told of the obvious. Present me with a list of quantifiable information, please.
He knew. Of course, Eldavin had already met Ryoka, which was what Teriarch was running with. He left the room, knowing that everyone was wondering what hed found out. It was about standing out.
When they came by with a list of itemsby the Revivalist faction, which meant they were hoarding knowledge from each otherEldavin skimmed down it.
Television, food, armaments, food, theories of electricity, more food, plays? I know all of this. Hm. Wait. This is new.
He tapped Airsoft Gun after a moment. It was about telling the truth. He was quite happy to have the young man show him the device. Eldavin watched as it firedthen attended one of the presentations with mathematical formulas.
The Pythagorean Theorem was elementary. E=mc2 made him snort. But he grew thoughtful after that.
Valeterisa was cribbing notes like mad. But Eldavin had to admitthe sight of a firearm, even in the relatively harmless form it had been presented in, made him uncomfortable.
How they progressed, even without magic.
But againhe had had such conversations with Reinhart long since, and she had expressed the same worries. Eldavin remained dutifully unimpressed.
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He needed to be aloof. Wise, impartial, a magical mentor, someone who could speak and inform opinions. That was Eldavins conclusion, for how else would he change Wistram?
And change it he must! He had promised Ryoka he would return, but he was aware now that his sojourn here would be at least two months, possibly four.
He couldnt foresee any way to effect meaningful reform here without that amount of time. He would hurrymaybe quick-teleport back to the High Passes? Undoing all those protections was going to be a pain in the wings, but he would do it.
Yet, Eldavins vast mind, a Dragons intellect, was now turned on one goal: to make Wistram change for what he believed was the better.
For his arrival at the academy had shown him how it had kept some of its strength, but lost too much over only two centuries. Zelkyr was to blame and he had thoughts about that.
As well as Wistrams blatant attempts to conceal Earth and amass power for themselves. Something needed to be done.
Another of his kin, or just another kind of person, might opine that the best solution was to raze Wistram to the ground and sink the entire citadel into the sea. Teriarcheven if that were possible for him alonewould not have done that.
The world needed Wistram Academy. There had been times in history that he had lived through when the lack of a magical heart had left the world in dire need, and times when they had staved off armageddon by sacrifice, integrity, and wisdom.
The world needed Wistram. What was up for debate was whether they needed this Wistram.
So his new faction would be the lever upon which to effect change. But carefully. But subtly. The issue wasTeriarch knew all kinds of devious stratagems and political plays.
But hed failed with the riddles, at least, in part. Wistram did not follow the same rulebook as before, so Teriarch was wary of trying something that would have worked in the old days and might backfire now.
He couldnt rely on old favorites like the Penta-Mage Antagonism, an old trick wherein you set up five [Mages] of roughly equal strengths in too-close proximity. You see, four [Mages] could coexist in relative harmony, but all but the rarest examples saw five competing powers inevitably turn to strife. Set them up, and watch them divide and fight until theyd destroyed whatever they were supposed to be protecting or working on.
He had to be innovative, rather than use something fun like that. And remember all the old failures!
It was almost easier to be ignorant and young, and not know the consequences of so many actions. Likeblood magic, for instance. Introduce that to a magical society and it could lead to [Mages] eating each other in basements.
Not all the time; in fact, a statistical minority of the times blood magic was adopted. But once you saw it happen once, you were disinclined to allow it to happen again.
The main thing was that he didnt want to teach them too much. But he had to teach them something to establish himself.
That was how Eldavin found himself teaching a class of students on day three. They had begged him, and after some thought, hed agreed to see what the level and competency was.
[Mages], I come from an era before Zelkyr was Archmage. I remember old magicand Wistram has changed. So, while I have agreed to demonstrate some spells, you will first show me your methods.
The half-Elf stood in front of a vast class of nearly eighty. They were everyone from Trey Atwood, to actual [Mages] like Beatrice of the Revivalists, to Teura and Valeterisa herself, even if she wasnt standing with the actual students at their desks. Teriarch went on.
I believe the dichotomy between [Fireball] spells is most important to study. It seems most have forgotten that spells are not constructed the same way! You all are practicing woven-style fabrication whichyou, get out.
He pointed. A young man spluttered.
What? Why?
Because I do not care for skepticism, your attitude, or your presence. Out.
Eldavin pointed at Timor du Havrington, whom he had recognized from the banquet. A spectral, giant hand shoved the young man out of class as everyone watched. It flicked him into the hallway wall, and shut the door delicately as Eldavin turned back. Troy was grinning madly.
I see students of every stripe here. No Gnolls?
Gnolls?
The students stirred. Eldavin counted every species except Gazers and Gnolls in his class. He frowned.
Hm. Have they started an academy of their own again? Well, so it goes. Now, demonstrate the [Fireball] spell for me, all of you. Hold itand why arent you putting your barrier spells up?
Half the class was frozen. At last, a young [Mage] raised her hand tremulously.
Grand Magus, we dont know the spell. Were only first-years.
Some of the other [Mages] were hesitating, wondering if they could hold a [Fireball] spell once theyd created it. You created a [Fireball] and it blew up!
Valeterisa was holding two [Fireballs]. Trey was sweating as he tried to figure it out. Eldavin stared.
You dont know how to cast [Fireball]? That was the requirement forwell, [Fire Bolt], then. No?[Candle]. On three. One, twostop!
He bellowed. The class halted. Eldavin strode down the ranks of students.
You. What are you doing, holding your wand like that? And youyour posture is completely off. You, you, youdead gods, its easier to name whos doing it right. Stop!
The students, bemused, saw him grab Treys arm, adjust it, check the griphe nodded at that, but lambasted a dozen students.
Weak grips! Poor posture! Dont slump your shoulders! Straighten your spine!
Does it matter, Grand Magus?
A student protested. Eldavin stared at her.
Get out.
But I
Out! If you cant stand properly when casting a spell, when one triggers a backlash, dont come crawling to me when it shatters your spine! For that matterposture matters when conducting magic! Out! Youtake off those rings!
But magus, theyre Rings of Well and Concentration
The half-Elf loomed over the unfortunate Human.
Do you think Im blind? This is study, not a battle! Do you rely on a flying carpet when youre learning to walk? No aides! No Skills! Now, posture set! Hands, wands, staves at the readystop!
It took six more attempts before they even got to casting [Candle]. And even then, Eldavin criticized things some [Mages] hadnt even known were a problem.
Troy Atlas got a pass because Gazi had told him how magic flowed through the body. You kept even distributions to ward off enemy spellsyou concentrated it where you wanted magic to be produced, like if you were casting without a catalyst and your bare hands.
Terandrian schools still have it.
Eldavin commented to the girl who had come in Treys class. He nodded at some [Mages] from similar backgrounds; castigated those who didnt have this grounding.
He wasnt, er, a nurturing teacher. Even Gazi had more patience than Eldavin, and she was arguably kinder, which was amazing to Trey.
However, Eldavin was clearly a genius. In the end, he demonstrated five [Fireballs], producing them and letting them hover to the class, even [Mages] peeking in.
This is what I meant. Observe the formation of each one. New students, you cant see the flow of magic, but watch this one form in slow motion. This is your standard [Fireball], which forms using the weave-formation.
Strands of fire knitted themselves together in a swirling mass, like yarn. Teriarch nodded at it.
Not the most potent, but more difficult to dispel due to the formation, which it was why it is adopted. You seethe compression style fireball can explode, which is why it was dropped; new [Mages] suffered accidents. But it is quicker, more powerful, or at least, more variable in strength, and easier to actually cast. No wonder [Fireball] is considered a higher mark in spellcasting if you are all learning weave-style [Fireballs]!
He showed them a huge ball of fire compressing down smaller. A first-year student raised a hand.
You mean, the other ones are easier, Grand Magus?
He stared at her and she flinched, but the half-Elf nodded.
Of course, young woman! You are a Level12 [Mage]? I see. Well, you could cast a set-style [Fireball] within the week. Woven-style is far harder.
Me?
She squeaked. The Grand Magus shrugged.
Set-stylethe largest one, hereis uncompressed, unwoven. Its justfire. But if I wanted to have a group of spellcasters throw [Fireball] in a week, Id teach them that. Nevertheless, knowing how to vary a spell is one of the fundamentals in a battle. For instance, a [Spellcut Warrior] can hack apart any cheap spell, but a woven-style [Fireball] or the link-style ones would give him troublebut do you need to use it in other circumstances? I posit no, but the standardization of magical spellslets all practice compression, shall we? With the [Candle] spell if you cant cast [Fireball].
Treys head was spinning after the two hour-long class, and he saw the same expression on other students. But he felt like hed learned something.
You could link two spells together and combine, like, [Fireball] and [Water Orb] into one spell if you knew the right containment procedures. Then have them detonate in tandem. Imagine the possibilities!
Valeterisa had been the only [Mage] who seemed to know everything Eldavin had been talking about. But the surprising part had been at the end.
I was shocked to learn that the Archmages histories werent being taught along with magical theory. Necromancy is outlawed here. Yet, students, the Archmages existed. The Archmagi of Death have always been part of Wistramwith uneasy history at time, yes. But the same can be said for many schools of magic.
Eldavin had begun talking about Azkerash. Three Terandrians and two Izrilians had actually left at that time, but even more students had come to listen. Eldavin spokethen conjured an illusion.
Archmage Perril Chandler was once considered the greatest [Mage] of his time to come from Terandria. A bulwark against the famous Zelkyr and the strength of Golems that made the Walled Cities a feared world power as well. In lieu of this war in Terandria, I am reminded of another time the Dawn Concordat was pushed to the brink. Therethe Archmage of Death stood in front of an army of four hundred thousand and dared them to a battle.
His illusion spells made you feel as if you were there. The classroom changed, and desks and walls became sky and boulders. There was even smell, which no [Mage] had ever included in a spell to Trey before.
He heard the roar of battle, panting. The Archmage stood there.
Before he was the Necromancer, Perril Chandler looked more like a [Duelist]. It was almost like the King of Duels.
People were vanishing into spell circles. He turned, pushing a woman gently away. He set himself against a vast army in a narrow pass of stone, where blood had already been spilled with ranks of warriors wearing gold. They cheered him.
Chandler! Archmage!
Eldavin stopped the moment and walked among them. The audience, disbelieving, especially those of Terandria, stared at the mans back.
Here, he fought.
It was like Eldavin had been there. Perhaps he had, or watched. But ranks of [Soldiers] charged as undead rose.
Undead. Fallen warriors, skeletons, and spells exploded across both lines as the Archmage took on an entire army, forcing them to fight in this pass.
They thought they could overwhelm him. But the golden [Knights] and the Archmage refused to give ground, and for every warrior that fellan undead rose.
The Thronebearers of Calanfer. This is the hour he was called the Undying Shield of Calanfer. This is the hour when he was truly called Archmageof Death.
Trey watched as the man fought. He had never known it, but Perril Chandler had fought with wand and rapier in hand. He danced in the fighting, using [Flash Step] to move in and run opponents through even as he cast magic.
The Necromancer never used a blade!
One student protested. Trey had almost forgotten they were there. Eldavin watched as Perril Chandler blasted a foe with ice from his wand and then parried an arrow. His eyes were nostalgic.
Oh yes, but he did. He never had the class, but he was considered a magical duelist on par with any other. See?
He pointed.
There was a golden bell. The kind of thing that people had copied, when he was still beloved.
Undead rose and died and rose again. But it was the golden [Knights] who fought, grimly determined. Lower-level, but in one dramatic scene, an arrow shot by a high-level archer struck the Archmage and he fell against a rock. A Thronebearer held a shield over him as the Archmage clutched at the arrow.
This was the scene that defined the battle. That those with scrying spells saw. The Thronebearers of Calanfer have always risen in dark hours the further they were pushed. When kingdom stood on the line
They charged after that. The Archmage too. He was running out of mana. [Knight] after knight died
But they rose. And this time it was Draug. A giant made out of the dead, which was brought down at great cost. The mortal army wavered as the Archmage fought forwards. More of the people fell around him.
Yet. They had his back, even after they died. When it was done, the vast army was in flight, and the Archmage stood alone as reinforcements from the rear finally arrived to hold the gap.
When it was done, no one knew quite what to say. Valeterisas eyes were shining. But some of the students seemed unsettled by the heroic account of the Necromancer. Eldavin clapped his hands, briskly.
In those hours, on that day, I believe Perril Chandler leveled up more than any Archmage has in the century plus since. Adversity breeds strength, students. That is your lesson. It may be your death. But to strive for greatness, the peak of magic, is to walk with it. Do not think a [Warrior] risks death more than a mage.
He glanced around. Valeterisa nodded at him and he nodded back. Eldavin concluded.
Also remember that Archmages were deeply political. Wistram seems to pretend to aloofness in this era. But Zelkyr fought for the Walled Cities. Archmage Chandler involved himself in Terandrian affairs time and time again. Both fought against the Demons of Rhir, for better or worse.
But Grand Magusthe factions of Terandria do the same. Some of them. The Council argues over too much interference.
A [Mage] pointed that out. Eldavin glared at him.
Young mage, I said Archmages were political. Not petty. They did not stand by and idly toss words or condemnations around. When words failed, they went to war and armies trembled in their boots. I recall one famous examplethis is ancient history, even when Zelkyr was just a bratwhere one Archmage took to the field and the enemy left a brown field in retreat. They called it the Embarrassment of Bermule
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Eldavin was earmarking individuals. As of yet, the Terras faction had yet to gain Council seats, but he was willing to steal members of other factions. Some would be spies, but many would come for what he offered.
The best would be like Valeterisa. But the point was to have a voice in Wistrams decisions. Make allies, get Earthers.
Eldavin was ambivalent about that last part. But if he had people he wanted to join?
The young [Sand Mage] with the alias was one. There were some talents in the new student body, who could actually become something with a bit of polish. The surly young man from Hellios with a [Lord]s class and good swordsmanship was being steered into pure magic. He would be a great [Magical Swordsman]!
Lifesand Golems.
The half-Elf muttered to himself. Now there was proof that strong magic still remained, even in the Waning World. Potential
He had tea with Valeterisa.
I lost myself for ten years in attempting to uncover a lost spell theorem. I regret that. It was lucky I wasawoken.
The woman shook her head slightly. Eldavin raised his brows.
Indeed so. [Mages] have died, even half-Elves, caught in mental mazes for as long as a century. And if you were uncovering a theorem, subdivision of thought is a poor way to do it.
Her eyes locked on his.
That is not my understanding, Grand Magus. Please qualify that statement.
He harrumphed.
Young wArchmage. Do you really think more fractured thoughts is a good way to master a magical leap of genius? For improvingyes. For the purest quill of insight?
She stared at him. He realized hed gone too far and coughed repeatedly into his beard.
So Ive heard. I have never mastered the technique myself. Dangerous. Erabout good candidates for the faction.
I have a list of candidates who would be strong [Mages] with influence. Here.
Excellent. AhMage Telim, even?
He added himself to the list.
Then I will accept him without reservation. He seems quite qualified, if a bit lazy. No olfactory component in his illusions, which I think ruins the entire experience. Smell completes, dont you agree?
She nodded slowly. Eyes fixed on him. But Eldavin was careful to include gaps in his knowledge. It was better to present as a qualified master of lower magical arts, broad in scope, but lacking, say, the ability to create artifacts. A superior generalist, yes.
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The other Archmages were interesting. Eldavin met them all. He found Valeterisa most likable, and made a few conclusions about the others which he would later find out if they were correct or not.
Nailicunning, ambitious, young. Talkativeshe and he had a long lunch in which she kept pressing about Ryoka Griffin and all the things shed dug up.
Leave the Wind Runner alone, Archmagus.
Yes, but youre just letting her run about. Are you using her?
She is under my protection.
The half-Elf coldly met the Lamias glare. But she was able to match him look for look. Yesmore dangerous than she seemed. Naili smiled.
Would that be accompanied by an or else, Grand Magus?
Implicitly, my dear Archmage Nailihuaile.
Well, your ire is certainly formidable. But we need to be united, dont we?
He put down his cup and reached for another pastry.
Yes we do. But my ire? Archmage Nailihuaile. You have seen my ire. Should Wistram decide to upset me, you will see what happens when I go to war. And you have not seen that.
He met her gaze until the smile vanished.
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Ironically, Viltach was more restrained. Eldavin had punched the Archmage of Terandria, but they enjoyed a quite civil discourse on spell tomes, even exchanged a few spells of Viltachs design.
And he brought up some salient points. He was clearly ambitious as much as Nailihuaile, but saw what Teriarch did.
The issue, as I see it, Eldavin, is that this second world may well decide to go to war. I have been asking my Earthers about history, and they have a history of aggression that would match any empire in our world.
There is no discernible portal, Archmage.
Eldavin aimed a pool cue at the ball; Wistram had odd priorities, like creating a billiards table before airplanes. But it was quite fun. He knocked a ball into a pocket and smiled smugly. Viltach repressed a scowl; Eldavin was beating him despite both sides cheating with magic to correct their aim.
I would say only a fool does not anticipate the danger of the possibility of a portal opening, Grand Magus. And you are no fool.
The half-Elf glanced up and slowly chalked up his pool cue, a delightful activity, before replying.
No indeed, Archmage. And it would be my delight to talk about countermeasures. Perhaps some large-scale anti-combustion spells?
That doesnt work on all of their weapons. Are you familiar with? Perhaps you werent fully briefed by your sources. We may talk about more advanced weaponry later.
Of course. After dinner? Most excellent.
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Feor was interesting. Teriarch played chess with him, and thought that he was the second-best player he had ever met.
Which meant, of course, he still took the majority of games. The half-Elf wanted to talk about home, speciesand realized he was getting nowhere with Eldavin, who refused to be nostalgic for a species he didnt have. In the end he laid his cards down.
Grand Magus, I would like to trade knowledge.
I am sure an Archmage has much to offer a humble Grand Magus such as myself. But would I be able to reciprocate? Check, again.
Feor grimaced.
Much of what we have had is lost, Grand Magus. Iwould see it restored before my passing.
Yet, no [Mage] has passed Zelkyrs test? And you do not seem to believe in attempting it.
The Archmage of Elves hesitated as he moved a piece out of harms way.
I do not believe it is a test made in good faith, Grand Magus. Rather, I would put my certainty inother methods. Are you aware of the [Thaumaturge] class?
Eldavins eyebrows shot up.
Indeed I am. A novel way to uncover new spells given how they cast theirs. But one would need a high-level [Thaumaturge]. And that does not include spell theory.
No, indeed, Eldavin. But I happen to know of oneand as remote as that option ishave you beheld the test? I would place my faith in anything but that. Ah, checkmate, I believe. My first win.
He sat back and smiled. Eldavin realized hed been getting distracted, glanced down at the board, and saw he had lost.
Intriguing. He may have excused himself after that game, purely because he had socialized enough of course, but Feor seemed closer to Valeterisa than he thought.
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Verdan Blackwood lifted his cup with fingers delicately spread. He inclined his head, sipped, and intoned with a calculated sigh.
Fortify.
The half-Elf slowly took a sip himself. He replied, after some measured thought.
Sanctify to fortify.
He enjoyed Verdans company more than any other Archmages. Purely because the Dullahan rituals and observances were far more refreshing to partake in than the faster politicking. After some thought, Verdan placed the cup down on the Dullahans stylized tray.
Will you clarify, Grand Magus? I feel as though I have lost your meaning.
A shame, because theyd gone back and forth with the simplistic, yet intricate layers of thought and reply for the last two hours. Eldavin nodded.
Sanctity, Archmagus Blackwood. Or do you not agree that Wistram is in need of reform?
A cautious nod in reply.
My passions, Grand Magus, lie with my people, who have adopted me, as much as Wistram. I believe my fellow Archmages consider my position biased, if not compromised.
The man sat in armor, despite his advanced age, mimicking Dullahans. The Archmage of Dullahans watched as Eldavin lifted his brows.
Who is not biased, Archmagus Blackwood? Nor would I consider any one species inherently unfit for knowledge or cooperation. If that is the goal. What, pray, is the point of this conclave?
Security, to me. Fortify.
The half-Elf countered.
Sanctify, Archmagus Blackwood. Who is worthy of meeting another world as equals? Wistram, as it is? Sanctify.
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Archmages. Students. Eldavin.
But there was one person he truly longed to meet in Wistram. And she seemed to be avoiding him.
They met as the half-Elf stood at the magical barrier, the Test of Wistram. Zelkyrs legacy.
A barrier spell keyed to five sources. In theory, you could break it down; even one of the Archmages with enough help and time.
But you would never get that much time. Not with three Golems of such magnitudeand one basic War Golem, if a fine example of one.
Or
The woman made seemingly of marble strode down the deserted corridor. She had moved the instant she realized where he was going. And her body wasprimed.
She stood behind him. He did not turn his head at first. He spoke.
Ah. Cognita of Truestone. Zelkyrs child. I had wondered when we would meet. You have been avoiding me.
He turned his head. The giant woman halted.
She was tall. Her height was actually adaptive, as the rest of her was. She was Truestone, a pinnacle of her kind. A Cognizant-class Golem.
One who thought. One who lived. She stopped, nine feet tall, and looked down at Eldavin.
Grand Magus Eldavin. Do you come here to take my masters test?
Her voice was hostile. Eldavin blinked once at her. He inspected her, then pinched at his nose.
No. But kindly tell that thing to move or I will force it to.
He looked at the invisible Golem made of flesh. Cognita hesitated. It was looming next to him, jaws open, but the half-Elf didnt seem to even be affected by the mental invisibility. She gestured; it moved back slowly.
Eldavin studied Zelkyrs legacy. He saw what Feor meant.
A Golem of magma. Another, made of steel, vastly tall, perhaps thirty feet, incredibly thin, a mismatch of blades and death. The invisible flesh-Golem with its noxious aurahe coughed.
And a replacement for one, a War Golem, a giant metal monster that a half-Giant would fear to fight.
I expected more dangerous at first. Until I realized they were concealing their true natures. Quite, quite clever. But you are the fifth, arent you? To pass, one must destroy all five.
He commented to Cognita. The Truestone Golem stiffened.
[Mages] had died here in the challenge without realizing what this half-Elf had. Eldavin stared at the magma golem and snorted.
No wonder the Archmages would rather argue and sit about than attempt this. Tell me, what was Zelkyr thinking? Did he intend to stifle magic with his last action? Or is hewaiting for something?
He turned. And Cognita, whose face was almost always placid, who talked with Archmages as levelly as students and visitors from abroad
Frowned.
Grand Magus Eldavin. I remember you. You were indeed present when my master roamed Wistrams halls. You have not changed. Not one hair. Are you the Eldavin of then?
He paused for one second.
Golem memories. He should have at least changed his hair style or added more wrinkles. He had forgotten someone as old as heand with a perfect memorywas here. Even Feor had barely remembered him.
I am Eldavin. Can you not sense the truth of it, child?
Do not call me child. I am Cognita.
He blinked again.
But you are Zelkyrs child. And I am your senior, as old as you may be. Girl.
He reminded her. Cognitas marble eyes fixed on him. Her porcelain form began to
Change. Into something harder. TruestoneEldavin blinked again.
Strange. He had thought she would seek him out and they would have a convivial talk about the old days after they had looked at each other. But this?
If you do not come here to take the test, Grand Magus, I will request you leave. This place is not meant for [Mages] to linger in.
I respectfully decline.
The Golems stirred. Eldavin never took his eyes off Cognita. And her face was thunderous now.
You refuse?
I decline. Is that a rule of your test or is it your request?
It is my determination.
The Dragon slowly spread his arms.
Then, I request you alter your determination for me, Miss Cognita. I am not here to take your test. If you fear I am learning somethingor preparing a great magic? I am not. You can see that. Nor would I need to. I know the nature of each Golem. I have seen their kind. I am not here to take your test. That is not why I returned to Wistram.
So you say.
The woman shifted. Eldavin was still puzzled. Why was she so wary? Shed changed to anti-magic armor. And she was set like she was about to charge him. He looked at her
Then his perception wavered. He saw himself, as she might see him.
A half-Elf from a time when magic had been stronger. Coming at this time, with other powerful [Mages] to Wistram when Eartha new threat or opportunityhad arisen.
The half-Elf faltered. His heart stung him. Oh no. Cognita hesitated as he clutched at his chest for a second.
She thinks I am here to destroy her. This child thinks
Fear. That was what he saw. The half-Elfs head rose. And Cognita saw a strange emotion in his eyes. One she had seldom seen even before she had been given this long duty.
Pity?
Miss Cognita. Noshould I say, Cognita Amerwing
The Golems in the room shifted.
That was Zelkyrs last name. Eldavin went on.
I am not here to challenge Zelkyrs might. I am not here to do battle with his children, least of all what might be the last of his three. Oldest, and last. I came, hoping to ask you
He hesitated. But the Golem was hostile and he had already mistepped, by accident. She had seen his magical acumen. So he said it.
is Zelkyr not still alive? If so, will you not ask him to return?
The Truestone Golem made no move. But for a secondthe Golems of Wistram stuttered about their duties. She looked at the half-Elf. And she was certain.
You are not a Grand Magus. Who are you?
Will you not allow me entry?
If you attempt it, you will die.
She warned him. The half-Elf lookeddistraught.
Child.
Do not call me that.
Cognita had not spoken so forEldavins eyebrows drew together. He was trying to be understanding. But he was still a Dragon.
Young woman. I advise you not to take that tone with me. I walked this very ground before your master was born. He was a strong [Archmage]. But you can see how this accident is curtailing magic. Does the emergence of another world not change your opinions?
The Truestone Golem looked at this stranger. Conflicted. How long had it been since someone asked that? Yes, she had opinions. But even she had forgotten that she had once exercised hers.
Then. But he came from a time before even then.
Grand Magus, my masters order remains. What is there to speak of?
Spoken like a good child. And you were, werent you?
She shook with the shock of that statement. Eldavins old eyes were pitying again. He shook his head.
Time has changed, Cognita of Wistram. I do not believeno, I know that Zelkyr would not have created this test to last nearly a hundred and what, a hundred and fifty years? He would have replaced that Golem. Something has gone wrong.
One of the Golems wastwitchingCognita stared at it and it stopped. She thoughtthen fell back to a response.
I will not answer speculation as to what lies above.
Eldavin tugged at his beard, vexed by her obstinate response.
Something is wrong. Perhaps I can help. Or not. Either waythis is a harsh request for a sentient being. I have known Djinni set to similar tasks. I wished to speak with you in friendship, not this way, young woman. Zelkyr
Archmagus Zelkyr set me to this task, Eldavin of Izril. He will decide when I am to be relieved. Only his words, no one elses.
And is he alive?
The word cracked around the room. Silence resulted. Eldavin looked at Cognita. He took a breath; controlled his temper! He exhaled, slowly.
Even so. Acknowledge for a moment, Miss Cognita, that this order is in error.
My master does not make errors.
The half-Elfs left eye twitched. He couldnt let this one go.
What a ridiculous statement.
Cognita drew herself up. That was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes flashed ruby-red. Literally.
Do you insult the Archmage of Golems?
I do! Or at least, I argue that he was not without flaw. Even Dragons are not without flaw!
The half-Elfs bold retort in front of the mightiest Golems present astonished her. He strode forwards and shoved a finger up at her.
A dutiful daughter can go too far, young woman! You are not the Truestone Constructs who rebelled of old, but you would do well to be more independent than a Sentientno, Autonomous-class Golem!
Cognita reflexively gasped. It was such an old insult that shereacted
She hadnt heard that kind of insult sincebut the half-Elf wasnt done. His ire was piqued, and he had a barbed tongue when he was mad.
This entire test is a stupid idea, even if Zelkyr had just popped upstairs for a week of study! Its selfish, close-mindedwhat was it for, to stifle the other Archmages from getting a head start? Theres plenty of room up there and danger even for every Archmage over the last thousand years! What about Archmage Chandler? Would you have blocked him?
That question is moot. Archmage Chandler is dead.
Hah
He caught himself and both stared at each other. Eldavin rushed on.
the point is that this is a ridiculous, power-grabbing move. Petty.
I warn you to retract your insult.
Her eyes narrowed. She loomed. He snapped.
Retract? Petty is what I meant! Drakes can be the most childish, petty creatures in existence! And it seems Zelkyr never rose to become more than the average Drake, in the end!
Enough!
Her body turned to flashing lightning. A gemEldavin threw up a shield as thunder boomed. He stumbled back.
Cognita nearly advanced on him, but held herself back. Her body was shining crystal now. She pointed a finger at the half-Elf.
You will not slander my master! He was an [Archmage]! Greatest of his kind! Without flaw or failure!
Her wrath would have cowed even the Archmages. A being of her magnitudethe half-Elf looked up at her.
Without fear. Just a bit of sadness. And that stopped Cognita. He shook his head.
No, he was not. He was a mortal man, child. You speak as if I was not there. I remember him. We both knew he failed at times. Or do you forget what happened to the first of your sisters at Rhir?
He remembered. He had lived those times, same as her. That made Cognita hesitate. She listened, furious, hungry, as he went on.
Zelkyr, greatest of his kind? He was a genius, yes. You are shaped by that vast intellect and imagination. But also, his flaw. That he left more genius than not in his creations is his greatest legacy.
Youcannot say this.
More emotion than she had felt in a century was flooding through the Truestone Golem. What was this stranger? He waved a finger at her.
Can I not? When did words become anathema to Wistram? See the issue, young woman? Listen to me, Cognita Amerwing. I see two truths here, and know not which it is. But I present to you both as I see it: if Zelkyr is alive, then this is a terrible, merciless, stupid and thankless charge put upon you.
He pointed at the waiting Golems.
He is wounded, or in need! Or has abandoned the world as Archmage Valeterisa did. Either way, you are more than a sentinel. You are Truestone, and you must choose to be more than this.
He tapped the ground with one foot. Then looked up at her.
The other answer is that he is dead. In which case, you protect a dead Drakes final orders. But you are then free. And you must be more. Which is it? Which?
His words echoed in this place. And they, at least, were nostalgic. Easiest of all the things he had said so far.
Countless [Mages] had stood here and told her the exact same thing. Even the Necromancer had urged her to
But even her masters old friend had not shifted her. Cognita drew herself up. She knew the truth of it. And held it within her as she replied.
My masters will remains his will. That is all I will say, Magus. Nothing will sway me.
She felthollowly triumphant at being able to reply thusly. And what would the Grand Magus do? Rage? Insult her master?
He looked at her, and exhaled. Cognita waited. And Eldavin scared the hell out of her.
So thats how it is. I see.
He shook his head. The Truestone Golem hesitated.
What do you mean?
Thats my answer. Well then, young woman. I think we had both better cool down. I hope we can speak at another time
He began to walk around her. She blocked him, reflexively.
You do not know the answer. I did not give it to you.
He eyed her, almost amused.
Child, I hate to tell you thisbut you just did.
She stared at him. It was a bluff. It had to be.
That is impossible.
No feature of hers had changed. She was impossible to read; even the Archmage of Death had asked her to know her feelings. Eldavin just snorted.
Oh, impossible. You say that in Wistram? For shame.
He prodded her in the stomach since he couldnt reach any higher. The Truestone Golem recoiled. Eldavin snorted as he walked past her.
I know how your kind behaves, young woman. I told you, Im old. Even stone has a tell. When you are ready to be reasonable, come find me.
He walked off. Cognita stared at his back. She raised her fist.
She had never wanted to hit an old half-Elf as much as now. And Feor had been in power for nearly eighty years. She slowly let him leave the floorthen walked out of the room. She found a room and punched through one of the walls.
-
Eldavin was upset after the confrontation with Cognita. He hadnt expected to be soemotional. Maybe hed given too much away, said too much. But it was like meeting a Djinni.
He sat in his rooms, trying to control his breathing, analyzing the event as impartially as he could.
And that was when it hit him. All of it. It came together in a moment of perfect clarity and genius.
His issue with Wistram, trying to shape it through his faction, the time limitand now this.
The Dragon sat back and laughed. He went over, grabbed some cookies, all the gifts hed been plied with, and began stuffing his face. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders.
That was how to do it. He recalled what Ryoka had begged of him.
Be active, be present. But halfway. Interfere, but not fully, but do it.
He had agreed with her, which is why he had come here. Because he could not sit after being provoked. Nowhe saw the way forwards.
Cognita of Truestone was the most extraordinary being in Wistram, bar only himself of course. And people treated her like a glorified servant, or a simple guardian.
She was Truestone! Those blathering Archmages? The Council? Dust, compared to her!
She was perhaps the last of her kind, and if not, one of the last. Her people had been created, risen, and been destroyed. She had been created and become the first once more.
He knew them all. All the old names, that people had forgotten ever existed.
The Djinni were enslaved. Their children, the Jinn, had been wiped away.
The Harpies had lost their lands and hope.
The Giants were all but gone.
And the Dragons time was done. The last Dragonlord of Flame sat there, chewing on macaroons until one got caught in his mortal throat. He hacked it up and stared at the thing trying to kill him.
The last of us should not be so petty and end so.
He informed the macaroon, the room, the world. The Dragon rose. He stood, and left his rooms. He had work to do.
-
Archmage Viltach opened his door as Eldavin stood in front of it. The Grand Magus looked a bit embarrassed.
Archmage, I have a confession to make. Im working on a new project, and I realize Ive left some of my reagents at home. Could I borrow some mithril dust for runework?
Eldavin had tried to get some, but been informed the [Merchants] werent stocking it as commonly as in the old days. So hed gone inquiring. This was the [Mage] equivalent of asking for a cup of sugar.
Of course.
Viltach was only too happy to do a favor for Eldavin. He proudly found a vial.
How much do you need? I have anything else you might need
Could I trouble you for, oh, four pounds of processed magicore?
Viltachs fingers slipped as he opened one of his cases containing the valuable materials. Normal magicore? Fine. But processed? Four p
Of course. And its quite good. Elemental-less, of course. 99% purity!
He heard a snort from the doorway. Eldavin folded his arms.
Everythings 99%, Archmagus. Whats the actual purity?
Excuse me?
The man froze with his hands on a jar, heavily sealed. Eldavin repeated himself.
The actual purity? Im talking the numbers after the decimal point.
The numbers after? Viltachs mouth opened and closed.
Erzero?
Zero?
Eldavin looked outraged. He muttered.
You dont pre-purify before using it? Well, fine. Ill take six pounds then. Er
He saw Viltachs face and caught himself. Eldavins eyes flickered. Then he smiled.
not that I dont use 70%, er, pure magicore myself from time to time! Its just that this isthe most intricate project. Cant leave it to chance. Thank you.
He took the six pounds of pure magicore. Viltach gulped at the small fortune as Eldavin shut the door. Then he hurried to check if?
-
99% purity. Hah! Might as well use sawdust.
Eldavin grumpily sprinkled some mithril dust hed run through a few purification spells afterwards. He eyed the rune work and decided he was going to need a semi-contained world to practice this on. Shame he couldnt make Truestone Golems himself, but hed do tests.
It was going to take a long time, even for a Dragon. Wellnot if he really worked at it. He grumblingly began to work on the formulas, wishing he could consult with his spellbooks.
He wasnt that good at this kind of magic, and this was going to push even him. He wished he had even one damn Skill, but no
Even so. This was the plan. This was true magic. And it would be his gift, from one of the last to the other.
Cognita. This was how he changed Wistram, and the world for the better. Wait, Ryoka Griffin. He just had to cast one spell and then he would let Wistram be. One spell.
The Dragon smiled to himself.
He was going to set her free.
Authors Note: I am write too much. This last part I thought would be uh, about 3,000 words less. However! I hope you enjoyed the two half-chapters I put together because neither one was quite long enough on its own.
Goblin slice-of-life and Dragon slice-of-life arent like Erin slice-of-life. But its all hopefully fun to read, informative, and so on and so on.
Im not making sense. Im tired, and Ill see you in the next chapter! For now, Ill leave you with that and wish you a happy read! Until next time!
Eldavin, Tkrn, and Frozen Erin by /peekay
Saliss Box by Midas!
Tkrn Toot, Cat Revi, Halo Numbtongue and more by /lechatdemon
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