Book 8: Chapter 9

Book 8: Chapter 9

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The great king raised his hand and spoke a single word.

Advance.

Legions moved. Tens of thousands of bodies, pouring forwards across the ground, heedless of arrows and spells raining down around them.

The Golden Ranks of Medain along with the army proper unleashed enough spell and firepower to vaporize the ground itself. Plumes of smoke rose from volleys of [Fireballs], bolts of lightning which crisscrossed the sky and left afterimages.

They charged through smoke, towards the walls glowing with magic. A thousand must have died in the first volley alone.

But they feared nothing. And their king ruled beyond death itself.

Even so, the undead wave of Khelt looked as though it would break on the walls, for siege ladders or more sophisticated gear was missing. Would they, like undead, simply climb on top of each other until they reached the top? But the walls were twenty feet high and filled with strong defenders on every foot of space.

Now. Swarm the gap. Commanders of Khelt, lead your forces in only after the ranged defenses are down. I shall join the vanguard.

The living members of Khelts army looked at Fetohep of Khelt, not understanding. Each one had a semi-autonomous force; Fetohep commanded the army as a whole, but he entrusted the living with their own forces that they might level and handle events he could not foresee. But they were young and did not have the undeads intrinsic connection with their ruler.

What gap? The walls of Medains border fortress were unyielding. What g

The Jaw of Zeikhal, the great beast, charged. The defenders, who had confidently seen the first wave of undead disappear, began to fire spells at it. Trying to stop it. They had known they had to bring down the great beast.

But it had stayed well clear of the undead. They would let the creatures mass to destroy this one titan. They were Gold-rank adventurers. They knew their business. And besides. The thing had so far to run, into spells and projectiles. It couldnt dodge; it was arguably larger than the fort itself!

Few living beings had ever seen one of the Jaws of the Great Desert move. The giant creature of chitin and bone began to move as fast as someone jogged. Thenthe speed of a horse. Thenthe air itself left a vacuum in its wake.

It hit the wall and broke through enchanted masonry in an explosion of sound and debris. Fetohep motioned it back; he was already riding at the gap with the undead massing. Screams from the living, confusion.

The construct was already pulling back. The spells had damaged its armor, but it would be repaired. And the undead

Skeletal warriors charged through the gap. The stunned forces of Medain found themselves locking blades and shields with a force that fought with skill, unlike mundane skeletons that knew only to attack and defend. They fought in ranks! They ranthey had actual armor

Then a golden light, among the glowing flames in the eye sockets. The King of Khelt rode through the lines of undead. An adventurer raised a bow and aimed an arrow.

[Seeking Shots]! [Double Shot]! [Sonic Arrow]

The arrows cut the air and exploded, too fast for the naked eye to fully track.

They missed.

Fetohep had leaned out of the way of the arrows before they had been shot. They tried to curve, even so; he twisted around them and they were unable to hit him and detonated in the ranks of the undead.

Fetohep lifted his halberd. The group of Golden Ranks presented a wall of shields and weapons. He raised the halberd high and brought it down.

[Chosen Blow].

He was probably thirty feet away. The Golden Ranks braced for the enchanted halberd to activate.

The halberds blade descended through the [Archer]s head and helmet. The Golden Ranks turned their heads and saw the weapon appear from behind them. A chosen angle, and location.

Fetohep rode down on them in the moment of distraction. He was grinning, the light of battle in his glowing eyes. And several undead followed him. An [Archer] put an arrow into one of the Golden Ranks; another followed Fetohep with a single-edged blade, curved, and a buckler.

His companions of old. The King of Khelt broke the lines of the border fort. Where he fought, battle was a combination of incredible artifacts, levels, Skills that the Revenant undead possessed in life, unmatchable.

Where his army fought, Medains forces found themselves surrounded, hemmed in by undead. They saw undead swarm around them, until they could not even clear space to swing a sword. [Pikemen] looked up and saw undead giants crashing towards them.

Those that did not surrender died. Those that surrendered were spared, and the undead flowed past them.

The border fort fell within the hour. Morale broke before the soldiers; they surrendered, rather than fight the undead and fall back into the keep.

Fetoheps army marched on almost without pause. His display of personal battle prowess, his army, seldom-seen in battle, the giant and unique undead his kingdom possessedfor many it was the first time seeing such war. And Khelts name was repeated.

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I had always known such a place existed, I suppose. Nothere are many nations in this world. I amaware necromancy is practiced by Rhir, for example, but I do not like to think often of it. It is a mark of their desperation, and the situation that we have seldom raised the issue. But this?

The Summers Champion watched the live coverage of the battle and aftermath with a look of disgust on his face.

It was mirrored across all of the [Knights] present, even the [Squires]. A horror for the continent of Terandria, not just historically, but culturally.

Necromancy. A kingdom ruled by undead? To say they were horrified was an understatement.

That anyone could suffer such isincredible.

One of the [Summer Knights] remarked. The Summers Champion nodded. He clenched a fist.

I know there have been crusades against such evil before. Not just Kheltbut to see such brazen abhorrenceif it were not for Ailendamus, I would petition the Knight-Commander to consider such a thing! But watch, then, even if naught can be done at this hour. Look upon how such things fight. As long as your stomach holds.

The members of the Order of Seasons gathered in this room nodded grimly. Foes came and went and could be of any species or nationbut here was a certain one. They looked at Fetohep with disdain, horror, contempt, even fear.

Undead! Revenant, worst of all! A horror pretending to still have true thought and emotion. A pestilence upon the living, a threat made more cunning by its intelligence

A sexy beast of war.

That thought came from a certain Ser Solstice in the room. Rabbiteater was watching the King of Khelt fight. He thought that the King of Khelt had all the Redfang qualities of attractiveness. Imagine how good he must have been when he was alive? Wellyou didnt have to.

Hed vouchsafe that to Meisa, later. This didnt seem like the time to air such thoughts. But the Goblin approved. That undead king was handling the halberd like a true weapons-expert. Frankly, better than the Summers Champion was with his weapons. Rabbiteater decided that if he ever had to choose another place to go after Terandria, maybe Chandrar would be on the list.

It seemed like a fun place to be. But Fetohep had appeared on television and there was no unseeing the King of Khelt. Many did react as the [Knights]. Somelike Rabbiteater.

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After repeat viewings of the highlight reeland nearly 17 hours of watching Fetohep of Khelt being amazing, Toren decided he wanted to become Fetohep when he grew up.

That statement was soinaccuratethat Azkerash actually had to process it for a few seconds. The Necromancer blinked at Toren, tried to figure out where to start, and then let Toren go.

He had enough teaching problems to try to untangle that one.

However, if enemies or people with a morbid fascination or love of war were watching Fetohep many hours of the day, Azkerash watched them all the hours.

Literally. He did not sleep, and the Necromancer had actually used the various scrying devices and enchanted eight mirrors, that the broadcast of Pallass News Network would be playing throughout the castle.

Also, to say he was in a a good mood after seeing Khelt and Fetohep was to be as inaccurate as Torens beliefs. Azkerash, the Necromancer of Terandria, Perril Chandler, Archmage Chandler, was in a disgustingly exuberant mood. If there was merchandise of Fetohep, he would have bought a thousand copies.

As it was, he had been smiling all day, and his Chosen were very much alarmed when the Necromancer walked about, humming, or complimenting mundane actionsor dispensing Khelt-facts at random.

It was so obnoxious, that Belavierr had actually left the castle rather than be around Azkerash after the second day. The Stitch Witch could handle threats, bodily harm, extreme passive-aggressiveness and the pallor of undeath. Azkerash being jovial was the step too far, apparently.

That suited Toren just fine. He hated and feared the Stitch Witch. He was just happy there was something to watch.

For instance, after the meeting where the rulers had argued about killing one person for hours, a shift in understandings had taken place. A fad, a trend

Copying. To limited degrees of success.

Hello, hello, are we live? I am King Ahrmal of

Excuse us, but we believe we were first. We, the Radiance of Lomal, deign to join this judgment of

IS THIS THING WORKING? Hello? Hello

Monarchs, apologies for the volume, I believe the King of Taimaguros is ah, having connection issues. If we can introduce ourselves in order of arrival.

Quite so. I am King Ahrmal of

We will not be introduced after a Chandrarian [King]!

Excuse me

The ensuing argument took up the entire hour timeslot. Noass never even got to introduce the criminal case of a murder; the four monarchs who had applied bickered the entire time about who would be introduced first; with the exception of Taimaguros [King], who had to be muted due to issues with connection.

He didnt care for that. But Azkerash kept all of Pallass News Network on, despite some sections being boring.

It was for his enjoyment, but alsofor the Chosen. Because here was somethinginterestingthat separated Torens reaction from that of the now seven-strong Chosen.

Kerash the Gnoll Draugr.

Bea, the Plague Zombie.

Ijvani the Skeleton [Mage].

Venitra, the Armored Bone [Warrior].

They had been the original four, along with Oom who had died. Now, more joined their number. Three Chosen had been created.

Toren saw them wandering about. He was less likely to run from them than the original four; they didnt smash him in an instant for being there.

Devail had been first of the new. Ameat undead? All sinew, no bone. No flesh, so you couldnt call him a Flesh Golem; he carried a rapier and could slither through cracks in a wall.

And perform inhuman stunts while fencing. Azkerash was teaching him, personally.

Next had been a unique creation, even for Azkerash. Born out ofconversations, or so Toren understood. Conversation with who? The skeleton didnt ask. He just swept up and had heard Azkerash mention this while looking for rats to feed Healing Slime. Not that Toren was sure the slime really liked rats, but he was always looking for more foods for his friend.

The second undead was called Wesixa; she was a combination of two creators. Belavierr and Azkerash, as per their deal. But she was the Necromancers. And she was

Chitinous. Not spider-like, although Toren understood she was compounded out of that; she was ratherunique. Toren understood that Azkerash had told Wesixa that she would have to upgrade herself.

You are based on this skeleton, Wesixa, in theory. Your chitin was not the sublime material I forged Venitra out of, for example. I have not stockpiled such; I did not animate arachnids or insects as a rule.

Then, am I inferior, father?

The undead creature had appeared distressed. She had lots of eyes in her body. Which were more likeempty holes from which a kind of light shone. And uh, she was held together with threadconnecting her individual parts. Belavierrs magic, but Wesixa produced her own thread.

She rearranged herself, that more eyes might track Azkerash. He reached out and gently touched herToren noted that her head could move from midsection upwards. That, at least, was somewhat insectile.

Puppet-Arachnid Golem thing. Toren edged away and put some Sages Grass into his skull cavity as Azkerash addressed his child.

You are inferior to nothing, Wesixa. Rather, I hope you will grow in more than just level. You will create yourself, and I hope you will be one of the proudest of my creations.

Then I will try, father.

The new Chosen called Azkerash father. Welltwo of them did. The old ones had trouble with it. And all of them had trouble withwell, it was Fetohep who had revealed it.

After the revelation of Jecrass deal, Fetoheps appearance, Azkerash had looked at Toren. The skeleton had flinched; hed crept out of hiding because hed been so entranced.

But the Necromancer read his thoughts. He could find Toren anywhere, even the time Toren had stolen an [Invisibility] scroll. And he could read Torens thoughts.

You approve?

Toren had nodded repeatedly. The Necromancer smiled.

The Chosen did not. Wesixa and Devail looked confused. The Chosen

I do not understand, Master. That undead is not your creation. It was once living and has the mind of the living thing it was. Why do you approve?

Azkerashs brow furrowed. He turned to the bone woman, who had stomped Torens skull in yesterday. Toren hid behind him and made gestures at Venitra, despite knowing she didnt understand what they meant and would hunt him later. He was getting better at running away.

I admire Fetohep of Khelt greatly, Venitra. I have always done so. To see him thus liberated isrewarding. Do you see nothing to admire? Ijvani, Bea, Kerash, Wesixa, Devail?

Venitra, the Chosen, stared at Fetohep. The six Chosen out of the seven all hesitated. The four originals stared at Toren.

Accusingly. He flinched; now they were angry at him becausethey couldnt make him tell them what to say that would earn their masters approval.

Is it because he is undead, master? And thus more undead means more enemies of the living?

After a long thought, Ijvani raised one hand. Azkerash was dismayed.

Not just that, Ijvani. That is theleast accurate of the answers, although it is one. Do you see nothing grand? Nothing?

He looked at their blank faces and sighed.

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The Necromancer was no fool. Toren had been helping the Chosen to impress him, but Azkerash was intelligent. Oblivious at times, changed by death and immortality, yes.

But he began picking up aflaw in his children.

It might have been time. Toren was the oldest leveling undead by far. They were newborns if you ranked them that way, and they had been created and raised in different conditions.

Nature and nurture. Azkerash had confirmed his hunches by replaying something that he also had watched on repeat.

The King of Duels first match with the King of Destruction. Toren liked that one too. That plucky Human [King], being thrown around but stabbing that other onehe liked the agile Human, having a lot of sympathy for Raelts dilemma versus the tougher, stronger, King of Destruction.

Toren saw the point. Azkerash hopefully turned to Ijvani this time.

Ijvani. Let us not talk about whether you enjoyed the duel. But give me your honest opinion. In that battle, whono, what would be your preferred outcome?

Clever. Toren watched as Ijvani thought, her eyes glowing with uncertainty. He would have preferred if Raelt won. Azkerash too, it seemed, because he smiled when Ijvani began with that.

I would have preferred at the last exchange, Master, if the blade had struck true and the other [King] died.

Ah! Yes! A victory for the King of Duels?

Ijvani, encouraged, smiled. Her eyes lit up.

Yes, at first, master! And thenthe King of Destruction, with his last breath, smashes the King of Duels skull in.

Toren and Azkerash stopped getting excited. Ijvani wasnt even done, though. She began gesturing.

And at that moment, a fissure opens and all of the armies fall into it! Then a volcano erupts and the city is destroyed!

That is a good ending!

Venitra pounded a fist into her palm, excitedly. Toren had suggested the more animated gesture, and she kept employing it, hoping Azkerash would keep praising her.

The Necromancer stared at his creations.

Isee.

He looked at Toren. And the skeleton saw his eyes flicker to his creations; even Wesixa and Devail seemed more enthused by Ijvanis ending.

That he had work to do did not fill the Necromancer with dread, but a kind of resolve. He locked himself in his study, pondering the issue.

Andtrying to figure out a conundrum.

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Toren cared not for Azkerash. He was willing to admit the Necromancer wasinteresting. He was really good with the pointy, flexy-swords. Rapiers and such. Better than Toren, actually.

And Azkerash knew what Toren thought. He, unlike every other person, could understand Toren, sometimes asked what the skeleton thought.

The problem was his damn kids, four of whom delighted in bullying and breaking Torens bones. He would have put Azkerash squarely in the sort of nice to have around camp, otherwise.

That was one new thing about Toren. He no longer had two states of mind abouteverythingwhich had been kill and not-kill. And most things had been in the kill category, even if it was kill later.

Now, he thought about Liscor. He missed Liscor. It would be so nice if he could go back. Start over, not stab Erin

Because Liscor was better than this. He wanted more than this. But he could not leave the castle.

The reason he felt so different wasnt because hed come to an epiphany about his actions. The reason washe had a friend. And his friend thought nicer things, so Toren stopped vouchsafing that it was better to kill Mrsha and so on because it made his friend, Healing Slime, upset.

He fed Healing Slime the stolen Sages Grass and the little slime plopped in Torens chest cavity. It felt safe behind his ribs. And it was a bit bigger thanks to Toren finding food for it; it had been tiny due to Ijvanis neglect.

Toren liked being in their secret hideaway rooms from the Chosen. He only came out when they or Azkerash went looking for him; they could not discover Healing Slime.

Healing Slime was the only good thing in this castle. Healing Slime was a friend. Toren had found Healing Slime when they were bothdespairing. And that was why he had purpose, now. He was going to do all the things Erin did for her weird guests. Feed, protect

He was a skeleton with a mission.

A Level 7 [Carer].

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One of his Skills was [Enriched Recipes]. It meant that if Toren found the right ingredients, he could make Healing Slime a meal better than just the component parts.

So he kept one of the Sage Grass leaves, and tried to find something else for the mishmash of alchemical ingredients that made the Healing Slime light up. That, or a potionbut the Potion of Frenzy hed stolen for Healing Slime hadntreactedas well as either of them hoped.

Healing Slime could be Speed Slime if it wanted to. Both from potions. But when Toren had tried to give it the third potion, the Healing Slime had greedily sucked it up

Then exploded. Toren had barely saved its life, putting the mana core in a jar of water with as much of it as he could gather.

Something was wrongand neither he nor Healing Slime wanted to try that again. Toren had a hunch Healing Slime hadnt been able to contain all three potions effects, much like his skeleton couldnt contain all the magic sometimes, especially without the Archmages bones which were going to a new Chosen.

So he was feeding Healing Slime back up. Some rat bones here, Sages Grass there, glowing mold scraped off the walls, and you had a right proper meal. For a slime.

Toren was busy doing that when Venitra came to exact her revenge.

Stay still, skeleton!

She wanted to smash him to powder. Toren fled, arms waving in the air. This was dangerous. He could die! Only Azkerashs castle steeped in death magic saved him from the bad beatings; if he was crushed to powder, especially his skull, he feared without the Archmages boneshe would die a skeletons death.

If he was lucky, Venitra would give up or get bored after doing less damageor hed find Azkerash. Or Belavierr, if she had been here. Neither suffered the Chosens wrath upon Toren.

Azkerash because he respected Toren or something weird like that. Belavierr because she wanted Toren alive for reasons that made the skeleton think it might be better to be dead.

He was rounding a corner when Ijvani caught him with a spell. Toren flailed in the air as Venitra stopped.

Master always prefers your thoughts. Stop thinking them!

The skeleton held a burning hand near Torens skull. He struggled as Venitra smiled.

This time burn his skull until it turns to ash, Ijvani.

I will. I

The two stopped. Toren stopped struggling in the holding spell.

Something was walking towards them. Both Chosen and Toren stopped. Ijvani dropped Toren, abruptly.

The last of the new Chosen stopped and stared. Itshesmiled.

Hello. I am Maviola. Do you know where my mother, Belavierr, is?

Toren slowly got up. Ijvani, Venitra, both stared at Belavierrs price for her work. They slowly shook their heads.

Yourcreatorhas left the castle.

She has? I did not know that.

Maviola lookedToren slowly got up and backed down the corridor. He kept facing the last Chosen. Ijvani, Venitra, hesitated, but they were loath to go after them.

Even the Chosen felt uneasy in the presence of what Belavierr had wanted. Toren fled. Belavierr had a few steps on Azkerash in some ways.

Her creation called her mother. And she called itherher beloved daughter.

Toren had never called himself evil. He just liked killing things. He had admired the [Lady] of flame when he saw herand shortly before her death. Braveryhe had never thought himself as bad, until the end with Erin.

But the Stitch Witch had shown him evil.

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Azkerash himself did not like to think ofwhat had been done by Belavierr. But they were allies of convenience. Then she would leave.

The issue of her was temporary. The issue of teaching his Chosenless so. He had time. But now he worried about them. After allhe would never uncreate his children. Not now they were people.

You only got one chance. What had all the parents hed met said? He tried to recall a lifetimes memories in death.

His companions had been little help. Archmages made for poor parental units, what few of them had children. [Mages]well, some were decent.

But Perril Chandlers immediate friends hadnt been parents, by and large. One or twohe clenched a hand as anger, even a hundred and fifty years later, struck him.

Forget that. His thoughts went searching and found another applicable parent, especially to this situation.

But had Zelkyr been a good father?

No. If they had been flesh and bloodno. Far from it. I will not do what he did, not part or the whole of it.

The Necromancer sat there. It was hard to parent alone.

Also, he had so many things to do. A working parent with undead children. His servants and puppets moved, he had dealings in the world, he needed to watch his enemies like Reinhart and Teriarch

And he had promised that young [Necromancer]. For some reason, that ate most at Azkerash, driving his thoughts. Of all the thingshe did not want to be found out to have lied to Pisces.

He was still stymied. Althoughit wasnt his field. Healing and ice magic. Not exactly high on his areas of expertise. In truth, Azkerash was moving into searching his collection and the world for spells or artifacts to aid the conundrum he was facing.

Stasisa kind of enhanced stasis? I need an artifact not from the [Mage]-schools of magic. Something different. Perhaps

As he sat in his rooms, an alarm-thought began pulsing. One of his split minds had detected something; any number of things he monitored for.

[Messages] with Azkerash in them, not encrypted.

People inquiring into undead extermination.

Key phrases with any of the local landmarks or geographical locations in them.

Tier 7, Tier 8, Tier 9, Death of Magic, Named Adventurer, Relic-class artifactoh, the list went on.

In this case, the reason his mind had picked up on it was because of the connections made. Content. He devoted two more selves to analyzing it as he read a book and tried to alter a [Preservation] spell.

Hoarding and Hostility: How to Deal With Negative Traits, by Kassi the [Carer].

It was a Drake book, but it was surprisingly hard to get ahold of literature for adults raising children. Books werent that commonplace.

More mini-Azs came back with a trace of the first [Message] spell in this chain of conversation and all asides. They reviewed the findings to see if it actually mattered, then began kicking his mind, so to speak. Azkerash focused his full mind on

(Delivery Details) To Lyonette du Marquin of The Wandering Inn, from Wall Lord Ilvriss of Salazsar, copy to Ceria Springwalker, Horns of Hammerad.

(Content) Miss Marquin, I have obtained a partial Potion of Regeneration and am sending it to Liscor with all haste. I have hired my own security and escort with Salazsars transport rather than entrusting it to a Courier; they will arrive at Liscor in three days or less unless there are delays in changing mounts. I hope that it will aid Miss Solstice.

Wall Lord Ilvriss of Salazsar, sent by Alrric, [Administrator].

(Additional Notes) 1st-rate delivery requested, City Runner for immediate delivery, replies paid in full, unlimited content. Maximum confidentiality.

The Necromancer blinked. He stripped the superfluous details and checkedyes, there was a reply! What was the date on this?

Two days ago. Azkerash frowned. There were two replies. One from the norththe other from coordinates precise enough that he could almost be certain it was coming from Oteslia.

Not Liscor.

Ceria to Lyonette and Ilvriss, did you really get it? Were holding off on the Village of the Dead. Please tell us if theres anything we can do. I can arrive if you need ice-magic!

Lyonette to all, I am not at Liscor. However, I have sent immediate word to the inn and [Mages] Palt, Bezale, or Montressa will be there to receive the potion. Thank you, Wall Lord Ilvriss. Ceria, I will tell you if you are needed. I am preparing to return home if news is good. Thank you again.

He went over and confirmedyes, a [Message] spell to Paltthe Necromancer kept blinking.

A few thoughts ran through his head.

Ilvriss, a Wall Lord of Salazsar paid for a Potion of Regeneration?

Calculating the cost, even at market value would be exorbitant, even for a Wall Lord

He was with Zel Shivertail. Danger?

None shown; under scrutiny. Remember this.

Oteslia? Why would that young woman

Ah, antidotes, logical.

Odds of antidote low, however.

Reinhart is at Oteslia.

I wonder if there are good books on child rearing in Oteslia? Manus and Pallass markets have not been as useful.

Manus does not surprise me.

The Village of the Dead is dangerous.

His eyes snapped open. Azkerash terminated the parallel thoughts speaking and refining themselves before he was caught in a thought-trap. Left alone, theyd list every salient fact until he was recalling market figures in Oteslia from decades ago.

A Potion of Regeneration.

The Necromancer sat there. He began to stretch his magical connections and mental ones out. Monitoring Liscors [Message] spells. Extrapolating. Was there a chance a potion might?

Awaken.

In a cave, bones assembled. Something crept out, ignoring the remainder of the Shield Spiders, betrayers of the ancient alliance of oaths, now replenishing their numbers in treachery. It left the Defenders of the Caves broken sanctuary.

Two Shield Spiders objected to the creation of death. They tried to kill the bone-beaver. The glowing, green eyes in the sockets flashed.

Azkerash had no time to waste on pests. His creation rapidly raced past the fragments of chitin and twisted legs. It zipped across the Floodplains, invisible, camouflaged.

To see.

It was just in time to witness the Drakes arriving via door from Pallass. The Wall Lords representative; it kept well clear of three Drakes armed in full gemstone platethe Rubirel Guard? It watched as the potion was delivered. The people clustered around.

They were going to try to use it. Azkerash observed, listening to the commentary abouta [Doctor]? A multi-phase processyes. He wished he could steal whatever notes they were discussing. But the debate was about using the potion now. It was a Potion of Regeneration! If they warmed her around the frozen bolts

Desperation and hope. The magical bottleAzkerash frowned. There were a lot of powerful auras in this inn. People had gathered. Master Pelt of Pallassno, Esthelm. Hedault the [Enchanter] of Invrisil, a strange young woman who had noappraisable level

The beaver crept around the outside of the inn, watching, as a group of [Mages] talked with friends. They decided it must be done. Attempted, at least.

They brought the frozen girl out into the inn. A little, white Gnoll was kept back, but clung to a Drakes claw. She watched as they all did. Ice began to melt. Azkerash watched.

They failed.

He knew it before they began, in truth. But even so, they all watched the potion drip onto woundsfail to react, and splatter onto the floor. Only a few drops; but what a waste.

Grief a second time. Sorrow. The Necromancer knew it had been desperation that drove them to that. The young woman was refrozen. The Drake delivered the news.

His magic could not heal frozen flesh; similarly, this potion was incapable of it. All that had been done was to waste

Well, the bone beaver disintegrated then and there. Azkerash opened his eyes. He wondered, perhaps, if they had done more damage unfreezing and refreezingalthough the [Enchanter] leading them had used the ice magic fairly well.

To no effect, the Wall Lord had spent all this effort and time. To no point.

Except one. The [Message] spell went out. The Necromancer read it, as it was sent to multiple sources.

We tried it. The potion failed.

Replies, from the Wall Lord, Lyonetteformality hiding true emotion, resolve to find an antidote and way of

And one that mattered to him.

Ceria to Palt. We understand. Were assaulting the Village of the Dead in two days time. Wish us luck.

Wall Lord Ilvriss to the Horns of Hammerad. Will you wait for a week or two for additional adventurers from Salazsar?

Ceria to Wall Lord Ilvriss. No, thank you, Wall Lord.

Foolishness.

Azkerash whispered. Youth and haste and mortality anddesperation. The kind of madness he had once known. To defy an army by himself. To do battle against any odds.

But the Village of the Dead? He closed his eyes.

When he had first come to Izril, he had tried to claim them.

He had failed and declined to press further than the true interior. He wanted to tell the young man to stop his team.

But would they? The Necromancer remembered the Crelers. He hesitated.

Such moments made legends.

After a long pause of racing thoughtshe turned to the frozen corpses. And got back to work.

-

The Wandering Inn was a mix of emotions that day. As it usually was.

First there had been a kind ofpeace. Not happiness. Not exactly. But a bit of something.

The [Shaman] did not mourn someone she had never known. So, she had danced around the laptop in the secret rooms, excited.

Watching a movie. She clapped her clawed hands, delighted, laughing, scarfing down snacks. Shed raided the inns pantry liberally.

Mrsha ate a loaded baked potato skin, filled with an assortment of toppings. Was she happy? No. But she was a kind of satisfied, watching the Hobgoblins face.

She and Ulvama had made peace. Even an alliance of sorts, to look after Numbtongue. Mostly because Ulvama was willing to treat Mrsha like a sort of equal.

You scratch my back, Ill smack you. Similarlyyou help me, I help you. The Hobgoblin [Shaman] was interesting. She had little power like Palt did.

The Centaur had enchanted somethingthe air, not exactly the laptop itself since no one wanted to risk the deviceto magnify the screen to be larger than the tiny laptop screen itself. Thus, Mrsha didnt have to crowd around it. He could also do the same for the speakers.

Simple magnification spells, hed called them. Ulvama couldnt do that. She was a [Shaman], and her magic was lesstechnical than a [Mage]s.

Too much think magic. Stupid. Youyou have magic like mine. Magic that comes from here, not here.

She poked Mrshas heart rather than her head. Her magic was different. For instance, Ulvama had not been able to do much with the device of metal and electricity and plastic beyond use it, much to her disappointment.

But she could reignite Erins fire. And, crucially?

Five faerie flowers were blooming in a bowl of water. They lay dead in vast patches in the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Mrsha had wept about her hard work when shed had the thought to look for them.

But Ulvama had brought them back. She put some in water, mashed up some Sages Grass and mixed it in, and cast some spells, muttering, when she saw how sad Mrsha was.

A fraction had bloomed yellow the next day. The smug [Shaman] had shown Mrsha.

[Renew Plants]. You give more good things, I teach.

Thus, movies. Mrsha thought Ulvama would be nicer for a while. She thought the Hobgoblin was stingy though; shed only brought back five flowers! What she didnt know was that Ulvama had nearly burnt her entire mana supply on five and was seriously debating burning the flowers the Gnoll prized so much.

She knew a dangerous plant when she saw it. Although it was debatable what kind of danger it wasperhaps, like Sages Grass, it was more of a danger to itself and those who grew it. Either way, she was watching Humans on the silver screen and really enjoying it. The little Gnoll-child seemed happy too.

And then had come the Drakes. People flooded into the inn. Hedault, Pelt, SelysMrsha saw them all, and hoped. They brought Erin into the inn, fearing the [Garden of Sanctuary] might interfere in some wayand Ilvriss representative refused to give the Potion of Regeneration to anyone, even for a second.

They failed.

Mrsha hid in the basement, crawling under a sack of potatoes to be nothing-Mrsha. The others, above, left, rebroken by the moment. Some stayed; Ulvama let the Selys-Drake try to comfort Mrsha. Since she did a bad job, the Hobgoblin grabbed Mrsha, dragged her out, and gave her to the Fortress Beavers. The beaver gang cuddled her, at least.

And thenwell, Ulvama went back to watching movies for the rest of the day. She had her priorities straight. Let everyone else worry about how to fix the frozen Human. It looked annoying and complicated to her.

-

The failed Potion of Regeneration had no lasting effect whatsoever. No, none at all.

It wasnt as if the image of the frozen young woman was traumatizing, or hope, reignited and then snuffed out, affected someone.

The Horns were marching on the Village of the Dead. They had told everyone who was able to make it to hurry.

Some would not make it. Wall Lord Ilvriss, exasperated, argued with Ceria. But she did not budge on the timeline.

Even so, it caused arguments. Not least because the Silver Swords were ready to turn around.

We are two days from the port! Ylawes, we will not make it. Believe methere is something going on at Wistram.

Is it worth more than our friends lives? My sister is taking part in that raid. And that threat is Named-rank, Falene!

Ylawes Byres and Falene Skystrall were arguing fiercely; they had stopped in the road. It was an unusual sight. Normally they were quite able to resolve all differences.

But Falene was dragging them to Wistram. And Ylawes wanted to go to the Village of the Dead.

The call had been put out, but they were far from the Village of the Dead, having gone west to a port-city, rather than northeast, past Invrisil to the landmark of death.

We need to be there.

We will not make it. If Ceria has any sense, she wont try that placeor if she does, she is capable of retreating, as is your sister, Ylawes. And unless you have a Scroll of Greater Teleport

Dawil Ironbreaker tugged at his beard. The [Knight] and [Battlemage] were glaring at each other. Ylawes and Falene turned to him, almost at the same time.

Dawil, help me convince Falene we must go back!

Dawil, tell Ylawes he is being unreasonable.

The Dwarf sighed. He scratched at his chin and spoke.

We wont make it to the Village of the Dead before the Horns go in, lad. If Cerias willing to wait, well turn back, sure enough. Ask her, Falene. You too, lad. Otherwise, were Wistram-bound.

The [Knight] and half-Elf looked at each other. Neither was pleased, but both nodded.

Let me compose the [Message] to Ceria, Falene.

Ohvery well.

Exasperated, the half-Elf acquiesced. Dawil got off his pony to stretch his legs. They were probably camped for the day.

He sat by himself. Erin Solstice remained dead, then. He wondered if it was all futile.

Dawil tugged hard at his beard. It wasnt for him to decide. They were bound in Falenes plans. They could go questing for a curebut Wistram was good as anywhere else for that, actually.

And she had a hunch Wistram related to Erin andDawil had agreed, which was why he was expecting to continue on his journey after Ylawes failed to convince his sister.

She, he, and the Horns in general were as stubborn as Ylawes could be. Which meant no one was shifting the other. The Dwarf sat back. Unconsciously, he pulled out a little axe.

He was an [Axe Champion], after all. Despite favoring the hammer he used. But the little throwing axe glinted in the light. He never touched the edge, and the sheath itself was designed not to rub against the blade.

A beautiful tool. He wondered how much it was worth to an Archmage. He had never considered selling it. Not once. He knew some of his people would actually hunt him down and murder him if he did.

He had met one such in Liscor. Briefly.

-

Then.

Master Pelt? I was hoping we could commission some armor or weapons for

The Dwarf slammed the door in Ylawes face.

Im not accepting orders! Begone!

The [Knight] turned to his team. They had stopped here, after returning to see Erin. The moment had shaken the Silver Swords.

Pelt, likewise, was in no mood for anything. Ylawes would have left it there and gone to Falene, but Dawil nudged him.

Why dont you let me take over, lad? Maybe I can talk to Master Pelt, between Dwarves. You find Pointy Ears.

The [Knight] eyed Dawil, but nodded. He had reason to doubt Dawil would get to Pelt with the bonds of species; Dasha of Vuliel Drae, among other Dwarves or part-Dwarves, had tried to coax Master Pelt into giving them a discount or taking their orders.

He treated Dwarves with more disdain than other species and threw them out. But Dawil was confident, so Ylawes left him to find Falene.

Master Pelt?

If you dont leave, I will break your feet.

The voice inside was thick with emotion. Dawil couldnt credit it; hed heard Pelt had gone to Pallass, but from what hed understood, the Dwarf was a drunk, a shadow of himself.

Someone had brought him back. Given him his pride. And she was dead.

No wonder

Dawil knew Pelt. Hah! Any Dwarf raised in Derthal-Vel, the home of Dwarves, knew Pelts infamous story. DisgracedDawil spoke up.

Im Dawil Ironbreaker, from home, Master Pelt. I hope we can talk

I said begone! You

Pelts roar ended abruptly. Dawil heard a scuffling sound.

Dawil Ironbreaker?

The name registered. Dawil had been poised on the balls of his feetto run like spit if Pelt came after him with a hammer. The Dwarf had been an amazing [Smith] and they had swings that could kill even Gold-rank adventurers.

But Pelt knew his name, too. The door abruptly opened. Pelt wasnt red-eyed; but he was drunk. He looked at Dawil. His eyes passed over the Dwarfs face, and right to his side.

It is you. Get in if you want to speak.

He jerked the door open. Dawil eyed Pelt.

To say he had mixed feelings about the [Smith] was an understatement. Dawil had heard the story; it had happened oh, what, over two decades ago? Hed been a boy, so it had shaken him; he wasnt as old as Falene.

But Dwarves still aged slower. Pelt, to Dawil, was older by far. Still strong, but he would have been venerated, and Dawil respectful.

If his failure wasnt known. Dawil nodded and stepped into the Dwarfs home.

Show me.

That was all Pelt demanded. He didnt offer Dawil anything; the [Axe Champion] hesitated. And then slowly unhooked the axe he treasured and carried everywhere and placed it on the table.

Ah.

Pelt gently removed it from the sheath. His breath caught in his throat as he beheld the beautiful metal blade, a single, balanced piece of metal.

He balanced it on one finger; Dawil had known how perfect it was to throw. If you put too much oil on one spot, or got enough blood on the tip, it actually changed the balance ever-so-slightly. He had once ascertained the perfect spot of balance and put it on a little wedge in his room overnight.

When he woke up, it had stayed there; only a thump from Ylawes dropping his armor had unbalanced it.

The blade of the axe was ornate. Oh, the edge was straight, but it had some ornamentation; Derthal-Vel insignia, old runes of hearth and home on the head where it met the metal handle. The metal wasodd. A jasper color, amid the tint of coral blue and brass, rather than gold.

But it was not brass, or any other metal Dawil could name. And he was a Dwarf who could at least identify Mithril from fake silver-alloys with alchemical treatments.

Ah.

Pelt sounded like a Dwarf drinking after decades of thirst. He held the blade, running his fingers along it, inspecting it for

Flawless as the day it was forged.

Dawil volunteered when the silence grew long and he was fidgeting from minutes of silence.

Of course it is!

Pelt snapped at him. He stopped lovingly admiring it and fixed the throwing axe with a more critical eye.

A flaw? A crack, or dulled edge? Watch your tongue, boy. Do you even know what an honor it is to have won the right to carry this? Its not even the best workwhich one made this?

I dont know, Master Pelt. About my companions request. Would you find the time to take an armor or blade order? We neednt have it now, but upon our return. It can even be sent

The younger Dwarf held his temper. Pelt glanced at him.

For a [Knight]? Pah. I dont feel like making armor good enough to do the fighting for fools who dont deserve it.

He actually spat. Dawil glowered.

That man is Ylawes Byres, my friend and team captain. Do you think Id travel with an amateur, Master Pelt? I won this axe. Does the craftsmanship not inspire you? Isnt it worth your smithing?

Pelt brought his fist down, upsetting the five bottles on his tables.

Craftsmanship? You want to talk craft? You? You won this in a tournamentyou dont know how it was made! Hah! This isnt even fine worknot by their standards. Not by far. I could crack this myself! They put adamantium into itbut its not made that strong. I could

He raised the axe and Dawil tensed. But then Pelt slowly lowered it and placed it almost reverentially on the table. He looked at it. And Dawil saw tears in his eyes.

Get out.

Sixty eight?

You dont have to answer any of them. Youre popular and your name is out there, so everyone wants you. Would you like to see them?

Isure.

Ill have to get them[Receptionists] will have to request the details, for privacys sake. I wont even be able to open them; youll get it from our in-house [Mage] or the Mages Guild for your eyes only. Also, there is a fee to have all of them scribed. Sixty eight would be a bit.

Isee. UmuhIll tell you what. Can you write outsix? And Ill look at them. Im going to visit a friend.

-

Lupp the [Corn Farmer] was arguably one of Ryokas few friends. An interesting friendship, to be sure. But one that had helped both.

Ryoka had gotten corn that hadimpressedeven the fae. Lupp? Well, hed gotten famous.

Literally.

[Famed Sweetcorn Farmer]?

Ryoka Griffin exclaimed in the mans homey kitchen. Lupp tried to keep from smiling too much. He modestly scratched at his head.

Not my doing. I owe it all to you, Miss Ryoka. And to Eldert. You two kept talking me up, and I suppose it was why I was leveling out of nowhere. Got some nice Skills too.

Such as? Thank you so much, by the way, Miss Ryoka. Father, show her your new corn!

Lupps daughter was present. She had visited her father, perhaps because of the news, and Ryoka found Lupps farmhouse more crowded than it had ever been.

As in, there were about six people present. Lupp looked overwhelmed at the number of people, frankly. But two of the House of Els security forces were still watching his farm for trouble. Ryoka had been aghast to learn about the close call on his life and apologizedLupp seemed to take it in stride.

Or at least, he hadnt said anything with his daughter and the two [Soldiers] around. As for the last memberLupps daughter, Kamine, and Ryoka, and the House of Els guards, were all trading glances at

Eldertuin the Fortress. The Named Adventurer had visited Lupp and Ryoka had knocked to find him opening the door.

Named Adventurer! Eldertuin Terland! In service to Ulva Terland herself as a [Bodyguard]!

Ryoka kept those screaming thoughts inside. She smiled at the veteran adventurer.

Eldert. You arrived an hour before RyokaI was going to show youfancy digging a bit and see if your Skills still work?

Lupp smiled at his former neighbor-turned-adventurer. Kamine was scandalized.

Father! Adventurer Eldertuin isa Named Adventurer! You cant say that!

He was Eldert to me. Fancy names dont change who he was. Used to be able to hoe a section of ground in half the time I did. What about it?

Argh. And I thought Id never hold a hoe again. Fine, Lupp. But only for you.

Eldert, in the company of Lupp, was almost as down-to-earth as Lupp. Although Ryoka had a sense it was him coming back to his roots; he had been more official as Ulvas bodyguard.

But she saw how he had been a [Farmer]. He had a cologne, amazing armor and the tower shield and mace, both enchanted, emblazoned with the Terland family sigils, and someone even styled his hair, by the looks of it. He wasnt as old as Lupp, so instead of white hair, he had a magnificent blonde-green, perhaps natural, but definitely augmented with alchemical items.

Lupp had the right idea, though, and it was treating Eldert like an old friend. The two talked and Ryoka found herself hovering awkwardly as they caught up. In truth, she didnt mind; it was the first time the two had seen each other in a long time.

You stopped writing.

You never seemed interested to get my letters. And I feltodd, sending them to you.

I liked them. I never said? Well, they were hard years, after you left.

I know. I should have come by for thefuneral. Im sorry. May I visit her grave?

Course. You have to tell me too, how you met Miss Ryoka. Strange meetings, and that you both came by.

Eldert glanced at Ryoka. She ducked her head.

He helped me in a tough spot, Lupp. Actually fought someone for my sake.

Really?

Lupp hadnt heard about the Solstice party. Eldert just waved it off.

It wasnt easybut I dont think I was in danger. But that [Knight] or whomever it wasI havent felt my arm shake like that in a long time.

He flexed it, and looked at Ryoka. She preempted his question.

Theyreoutsiders. Strong ones. If you went toe-to-toe with themwell, theyre the best in the world.

Their world. Eldert nodded slowly.

I felt like it was a test. And I havent felt that young since I became an adventurer.

Started at thirty. Old! But you were never a good [Farmer]for all you grew things well. Im glad. But whats with the name? Eldertuin Terland.

Lupp teased the man as he handed him a hoe. The Named Adventurer sighed as he hefted it.

I married into the Terland family for my service to Ulva Terland, Lupp. I have a family.

Really? You never said!

Itscomplicated.

The Named Adventurer looked troubled for a moment. Ryoka and Lupp exchanged a look. Perhaps a former [Farmer] didnt enjoy being a Terlandwell, they dropped the subject.

Just cut a new furrow, there, and there. Now, if youve forgotten how it goes, you swing your hoe up and

[Channel Strike].

Eldert swung the hoe down and a rift of dirt, straight as an arrow, exploded up from the ground. Ryoka and Lupp blinked in the downpour of soil.

[Farmer] Skills can become a [Warrior]s Skills. You want me to do it again?

The Named Adventurer hefted the hoe. He looked at Lupp. After a second, the [Corn Farmer] spat out some dirt and laughed. He slapped Eldert on the back, and he and Ryoka stood back as the Named Adventurer did it again. Then they looked at his new corn.

-

[Pepper Corn]? Seriously?

You get fancy Skills like swinging a sword and cutting the air, or new spells. I get new corn. I can even grow em in patterns, see? This ones just for fun. Mind you, even Ill take a week or two more till the first harvest, but look!

Lupp proudly showed them his new Skills. Ryoka stared at a corn that had a weird checkered pattern.

Red, brilliant carmine kernels, mixed with a slight blue tint to them.

Whats the blue part taste like?

Sugarsweet. So thatd be a hot mouthful and sweet one. Not sure whod buy it, but I want to taste it first. These new ones take a bit more richness in the soil, and water, or so it feels. But theyll be good. Lady Bethal is already asking to have the first harvest sent to her.

Have you considered selling to another family? Lady Ulva herself complimented the corn. And she ispeculiar about trusting food. She might offer you a better deal.

Lupp looked worried. He actually had to sit down and have some calming tea.

Idont do business decisions like that, Eldert. I just sell my corn. Thinking about moneyI cant refuse Lady Bethal after shes been so generous.

She wouldnt mind. Well, she might, but she knows its business.

But Ryoka knew it was Lupps personality that made the thought of negotiating the sale of his corn so nerve-wracking. Eldert didnt push the matter, although he did ask Lupp to send him some corn when it was done. Ryoka, likewise.

If you had any of the sweet-corn, Id take it with me. Im going to Liscor so I might not see you for a while

Ah, you can always fly by. Just visit me in a month or twoIm busy enough. And I have something for you. Nothing full-grown, butits another Skill. Here, take these.

Lupp was understanding. And he handed Ryokashe blinked at the baby-corn, all blue, and sweet as candy. He grinned at her expression.

You have a sweet tooth for the stuff?

I know a little Gnoll girl who might change her tune about corn. Wellshe likes it anyways, but shed gobble this. Thanks, Lupp.

He also handed her some baby corn of the spice variety. It was like eating a hot pepper spice on cornexcept it was all hot. Ryokas eyes watered.

Damn. Fuck, thats spicyitd be good if you mixed it with regular corn.

Thats what I thought. Good for the children, though. They love it. The villages kids came begging for it; Ive been giving it out, the little ones at least.

Lupp smiled as his daughter fussed around, scolding him for giving out his hard work as always. Ryoka wondered, honestly, if shed done him a disservice.

His farm was crowded and he looked a bit overwhelmed by the company. But as Eldert bade her farewell for the night, she saw he and Lupp were going to sit, perhaps on the porch, with a drink.

That was nostalgic. And Ryoka thought that made up for any inconvenience of fame. Lupps house didnt seem so empty. The old [Farmer] looked at Ryoka and their conversations about bad days were unspoken.

Hard to sit by yourself when there are so many people you like about, right?

Ah, just so long as you like them. Stop on by again if youre staying longer. Thank you, Ryoka.

He winked at her. She grinned and left, spirits light.

-

Ironically, it was Ryoka who was down after meeting Lupp. He was doing well. But was this life?

Was she going to forget Erin was dead and do deliveries? Visit Liscor and tell Mrsha and the others to wait?

That was the sensible thing to do which normal-Ryoka would not do. And was thus the thing Ryoka should do.

But she wanted to fly to First Landing, get on a ship, and raid Ailendamus vaults. She wanted to move now.

And she knew she shouldnt risk herself. She was not immortal. She had thought Erin might be, but Ryoka would never assume she could survive

She stared at her missing fingers when she needed a reminder of that. Or felt at the scars on her back where crossbow bolts had nearly ended her for good.

Crossbows. Ryoka was starting to develop a thing about them.

She was planning on making one last visit before she slept and headed south. She wasnt even actually planning on staying the night at Reizmeltshe was pretty sure the Lischelle-Drakle household would be up all night and theyd give her some space.

She hadnt checked in on Fierre. Ryoka went back, took the six sample requests shed asked to see, and got a list of names for the others. She went through them, and to the Mages Guild.

You have eight hundred and twenty one [Messages]. Would you like them all printed?

The [Scribe] gave Ryoka a sunshine smile, behind which lurked the suggestion that if Ryoka said yes, this late at night, she would get a quill stuck in her forehead.

After a while, he stared at Ryokas open mouth and went on.

The Mages Guild does offer a service to ah, individuals of note to screen unnecessary [Message] spells. We only refer you to established clients such as [Merchants] of good repute, and so on. It cuts down on this. Its a small, yearly feequite affordable for a Courier. Oh, and we can also take a list of people who should always be included.

Yes, please. Can we do that now?

Certainly, Miss Griffin. Who would you like to include? I can take names or cities as well

Liscor. Um, Lyonette, Paltno, wait, thats all Liscor. Liscor, Celum, Players of Celum, Lupp

Ryoka spent the next thirty minutes setting up a spam filter for [Messages], paying the fee for the service, and collected a lot fewer [Messages].

The first was from Fierre. Ryoka read, anxiously, aware she had left her friend to go do this party.

am establishing a business in Invrisil. See me soontheres big stuff happening. Well, that doesnt sound ominous at all.

Ryoka sighed. She wondered how Fierres de-toxified life was going. She was definitely going to Invrisil as soon as

The next letter was from Lyonette, informing her about the Potion of Regeneration. Ryoka dropped it, fumbled, and picked it up with shaking fingers. She read, heart poundingthen saw a [Message] from Palt.

The Potion failed.

Surprise, fear, shockit hit her all together so she wasnt as fully torn as she might have been if she had been able to get her hopes up. Ryoka lowered the letters.

The potion was worthless. Nothey just hadnt done it right. There was something else. Teriarch would know. Teriarch would know.

She wasnt in the mood to visit the Lischelle-Drakle family all of a sudden. So, Ryoka trudged out of the Mages Guild, sorting through the remaining letters slowly. It was too dark to read, so, without realizing it, she found herself pushing open a door into

The Huntress Haven. It was

Ryoka blinked at the noise, light, and voices in the inn where she had stayed. She saw a group of people glance upand then an exclamation.

There you are! Hah! I knew youd come by!

Mad Madain, [Innkeeper] and former adventurer, bellowed as he pushed himself back from a table where he was drinking. A serving man was passing out stew from a kettle, there was a lot of alcohol in the air

Ryoka was back.

-

Shed uh, forgotten about Mad Madain. Which was amazing since he was hard to forget. But Alber and Fierre had both gone to Invrisil.

But the [Innkeeper] had his inn. Ryoka might have expected it to be empty and Madain in a bad way as he sometimes got, but the inn was crowded.

Obviously, because the Wind Runner stays here! Im famous. Sos your room. I heard you got a house so I didnt keep italso, someone bought everything where you stayed. Pillows, mattresseven went sweeping up for your hair.

Ryoka nearly spat out the meat stew and drink.

And you let them have it?

The [Innkeeper] shrugged, unconcerned with the sale.

It was good money. And she was what, a [Mage] or something. Weird woman.

Stalker-creeps didnt get better by gender! Ryoka was about to protest when she had a sinking suspicion she knew whichshehad bought all that stuff.

Well, that was fun. Madain grinned at her.

I also squashed some [Assassin] bastards. You can pay me for it later. Even thosePithfire kids. Yeah, theyve come by a lot. Although theyre headed south on an adventure. Damned thing.

Im sorry I didnt see them. How are they? Howre the dogs? Howre you, Madain?

This was fine. Ryoka was sorting through letters as she talked, and Madain wasnt that much into the conversation. He just wanted to know about the battle. Saliss of Lightshe had an admiring note when he talked about the Drake. Ryoka supposed the former adventurer had respect, even for a Drake Named adventurer.

Ah, well, I have actual guests who want service, so I hired that bastard to serve and clean up. Not like the [Fistfighter] and Fierre. They were easy, like you. Whats his name?

Alber. Hes in Invrisil.

Oh, right.

Madain was refreshingly straightforwardat least at this moment. He was talking.

Anyways, since business is good, Ive bought a scrying orb. Thats fun all day, and getting adventurer-types in. Did you hear what the Pithfire Hounds are going for? Idiots. Theyre going to get hurt or killed.

What? Why?

Ryoka was distracted. Shed just seen a [Message] fromMadain snorted.

Some foolsthe Horns of Hammerad are going after the Village of the Dead. Better teams than theirs have died trying. I dont even know their name. Ever heard of them?

The Wind Runner of Reizmelt stared at the [Messages] compiled from Ceria Springwalker. She looked up at Madain.

What?

-

They went because they knew you were connected with thoseHorns? I told them it was stupid. They got puffed heads because they sent a few [Assassins] running. Idiots.

An hour later in the dead of night, Madain was talking to Eldert and Lupp. And wasnt that a weird meeting?

Ryoka had actually dragged him down to Lupps farm. Madain could move quite fast on horseback. Shed asked him to, so she could consult with the man who knew about the Horns crazy planand a Named Adventurer.

Eldert and Lupp had been surprised to see Ryoka, but theyd stopped talking on the porch to let them in. Madain was chewing on the spicy baby corn as he finished telling them the setup.

The Village of the Dead. Thatsmadness.

Eldertuin the Fortress looked at Madain and the former Gold-rank nodded. Ryokas stomach twisted.

Fool. She had been worried about what she, Ryoka, might do impulsively, especially given the Potion of Regeneration failing. The desire to see Erin again

She had forgotten other people wanted to see her just as bad. And they would risk anythingno, more than Ryoka. They were adventurers. She was a Runner.

Are you sure?

Of course we are. Thats death. Its a safe zonedoesnt attack you, doesnt get larger or send wavesbut its still death. No one lives there. But it takes a real fool to try and attack it knowing how many attempts have been made.

Madain was disgusted. Eldert looked at Ryoka.

Let me put it this way, Miss Griffin. I have a team of adventurers I would join with if I were raiding a dungeon or particular area I thought was worthwhile. I wouldnt try the Village of the Dead with them. I wouldnt try it if there were three times our numbers. You would need an army to fight that many undead, especially how fast they regenerate. Nothing kills them permanently.

You know? Youve been there?

Madain spat. Lupp looked offended at the spot on his floor. Eldert looked at Madain.

They both had.

Everyone tries it, well, most teams. Everyone thinks theres a way in, or that its exaggeration. I nearly lost a teammate. Bitten down to her bones.

A similar experience. Its not even a place to train. The undead move too fast. Theyre too deadlywe tried to kill a single zombie for good. Held it down, burned it until it was ash and tried to destroy the ash. It still came back. You have to tell this team to stop. If theyre wise, theyll fall back. But so many teamsand Silver-ranks? They might push in too far.

Ryokas heart was pounding. She knew they were right. But why the Village of the Dead? UnlessPisces knew there was something that could help Erin?

I think my friends have tried to talk them out of it. II can make it there tomorrow. But what if I cant?

Then youd better hope every Gold-rank team and Named Adventurer in the north joined their call.

Madain drained his drink. He put it down and looked at Ryoka, serious for once.

But I think itll be them and half a dozen idiots like the Hounds. No one whos smart will read that and join in if theyve got half a brain. And the ones withoutwhod go there for a share of the loot? Theres no gold, no glory. Its a stupid request. For an [Innkeeper]? Hah! I couldnt get a Gold-rank team to risk their lives for me.

He said that. But Ryoka just looked at him. And she saw another [Innkeeper]. For her? She slowly pushed herself up.

They might have an army, though. Even if its not enough.

Eldert and Madain stared at her, disbelieving.

-

The Village of the Dead lay far north of Invrisil. Not as far as Reizmelt. Soif you left now, you could make it in three days.

Hey, Jewel. You going to the Village of the Dead?

In the Gold-rank+ back rooms of the Adventurers Guild in Invrisil, one of the local Gold-rank adventurers leaned out of his chair and called across the room.

Laughter followed his remark. Jewel, leader of the Glitterblade, ignored Samungs comment. But she was sitting thererather than making plans to go.

I cant believe anyone is going. Or that someone would post a raid call that stupid.

Samung, a member of Oblivions Call, a Gold-rank team with a name that was arguably cooler than they were, was pushing the envelope.

Jewel had laughed a bit with her team and shaken her head when she saw the request. But she had met the Horns.

Theyre Hells Wardens, Samung. Maybe they think they have a shot.

Another Gold-rank had his feet up on the table. Invrisil was actually quite crowded at the moment.

Lots of Gold-rank teams had returned from the High Passes and the Wyvern hunt. They were in the mood to spend gold, and the City of Adventurers was the place to do it.

Jewel was annoyed because shed missed the rushand some teams had earned over ten thousand gold. Three had earned over twenty thousand! Easy money!

Heyis this table taken?

The veteran Gold-rank glanced up. He had his legs on one table, and he and his teamWaterborn Raiderswere occupying the other. A new Gold-rank team, rookies, were looking around and the crowded back room had nothing but standing room, which a number of teams were using.

My feet need rest. Whore you?

Hazing again. Jewel, another relatively new team, was sick of it. But Todi wasnt here. The Gold-rank adventurer murmured.

Were, uh, Ten Razors.

Ten Razors? Then why are there eight of you?

The teammates of the adventurer flushed. The answer was that the founding group had taken casualties. One of them looked at the Waterborn Raider.

Can we use this table?

Sorry, my feet need rest.

The Gold-rank veteran stared at them. He grinned unpleasantly, testing them. The Ten Razors knew the score. Two glowered, but the rest stood.

Respect for seniority. Alternatively, older adventurers bullying younger ones.

Its almost tempting. If they offered money, Id give it a shot.

One of Jewels teammates muttered after a while. Jewel half-nodded. Tempting. But

Hey, arent the Horns one of the Silver-ranked teams that got wiped in Liscors dungeons? They reformedbut is anyone going to follow them into another death-zone?

The noisy adventurer got another muted round of laughs as he went on, studying the appeal.

For the [Innkeeper] of Liscor. If there was one reason Jewel would have been interested, it was that. But she wasnt about to speak up.

Hes being disrespectful. Why do we even hang out back here? We saw that [Innkeeper]she commanded the Black Tide. Theres something there, Jewel.

Jewels friend muttered. He turned to the Gold-rank Captain and [Swashbuckler]. She nodded.

Lets go to the main room. At least we dont have to listen.

Glitterblade was getting up. They had looked aroundas some teams had donewhen the Horns contract was brought up.

Because, despite what the Waterborn Raider saidthere was interest. But adventurers watched each other. Some took risks, but calculated ones.

The Horns had taken huge losses at Liscorbut theyd also won at Albez. That sort of squared their record. And they were Hells Wardensa title even Gold-ranks respected.

And the [Innkeeper]but no one had said they were going, so Invrisils adventurers expected the Horns to not raid the Village of the Dead.

Ordo it alone? But that would be madness. Even the Village of the Dead

Wasnt that what Gold-ranks did?

Jewel was conflicted. Thenthe door opened. Heads swung around. There was a shout.

Hey! Thats a face I havent seen in a while! Is that you, Seborn?

Jewel turned and saw another Gold-rank team enter the room.

Whos that? I know that name.

She turned to a friendlier team. An old [Mage], a member of the Distinguished Staves of Invrisil, a [Wizard], chuckled.

Oh, Jewel, thats the Halfseekers. Theyve been in the south for a whileyou know them?

The half-Fr

Jewel kicked her teammate so fast that the word never came out. The older [Wizard] smiled and nudged one of her sleeping companions; her trio of three were all over fifty. [Mages] who walked to easy requests, blasted it with spells, and thus earned decent pay.

Youll like them. Their leader, Jelaqua, is quite friendly. And theres Moore, such a sweetheart. Theyre all friendlyexcept for Seborn, at times. They had a rough patchbut I hear they took on a new member. Oh, there she is.

The Gold-ranks were surrounding a new team coming in. Greeting them, exchanging newsJewel saw one figures head rise. She blinked.

A half-Giant. Old Geni waved her hat gently.

Jelaqua! Moore! Over here!

They didnt appear to hear her. The half-Giant was frowning; he didnt look as friendly as described, but perhaps he was worried about standing on someones foot. He did move through the room slowly, looking for a table.

He saw the only one with the Waterborns Raider resting his feet there. The half-Giant pointed.

Excuse me. We need to use this table.

A nervous Gnoll approached. That had to be the new member; there was a grinning Drake with a flail over her shoulder. Jewel realized both were Selphids. There was a Drowned Manhalf crab or maybe lobster

Sorry, Im resting my feet.

The Waterborn Raider smirked. Ulinde hesitated.

Look, we need this table. Youre not using it.

Hey! Let our teammate rest his feet!

The other Waterborn Raiders turned. They were apparently former [Raiders] in actuality, hence their nature. They sniggered as Ulinde turned to the [Rogue].

Seborn?

Youre not using the table. Feet up.

The [Rogue] appeared and addressed the annoying adventurer. Jewel saw the mans eyes narrow.

Oh yeah? I dont take order from the half-Freaks.

She held her breath. Seborns Human eye narrowed. The Waterborn Raiders turned in their seats. There was a potential in the air. The other Gold-ranks leaned in or out depending on their natures.

Seborn, theres no need for that. Sit with us.

Geni called out, but her voice was still lost. The Gold-rank adventurer looked at Seborn. Thena shadow fell over him. He looked up and his grin faded.

Move.

Moore loomed over the man. Jewel blinked.

That didnt look like a friendly half-Giant. He had a scar running across his chin. Andnope. She didnt see any nice qualities. The [Rogue] looked like a ray of beaming sunshine compared to the [Green Mage]s face.

Unfortunately or fortunately for the Waterborn Raider, he knew Moore. So he recovered from the moment of chagrin and sneered.

Nice try. Why dont you go coddle flies, Moore? Have Jelaqua come over, greet our team Captain, and then

Moore reached down. He picked the man upand tossed him over the table.

It was so fast. It was like Jewel flicking a bug off her knee. She stared, open-mouthed, as the man shouted and then went thump.

The other Waterborn Raiders stared. They had ducked when he went sailing over their heads. Two got up.

You b

Moore reached out and grabbed a head. His handgently covered the top of the adventurers head.

Now, the guild was silent. The Waterborn Raiders looked up. And finally began to realize that Moore hadchanged.

Why dont we allsit down? Sorry about the trouble.

The leader of the Waterborn Raiders suggested slowly. Jelaqua Ivirith appeared.

Moore? Whats the problem?

Nothing. Weve got a table.

Moore turned. The Waterborn Raider hed let go of slowly sat back down and then shuffled his chair around. Everyone stared at the half-Giant.

Whoa. Thats nice?

One of Jewels teammates whispered. Old Geni was just staring. Jewel looked at Moore, appraisingly. Nice or not, hed impressed her.

Moore sat there, cross-legged on the ground, as the other Halfseekers sat down. They didnt smile long. Jelaqua greeted Geni, but she was transparent with why theyd come.

Were seeing who else is heading north. We need to move today if were getting to the Village of the Dead.

The Gold-ranks turned in their seats. Geni gasped.

The Village of the Dead? You cant be serious, my dear! We all thought it wasnt worth even considering. There have been jokes told all week.

By who?

Seborn was grinning. He turned to the Waterborn Raiders. They didnt look around.

Just jokes.

One of them muttered. Jelaquas eyes were steady.

You dont have to take your team, Geni. Its going to be dangerous. No doubt about that. But were going.

Jelaqua, youve never beenthis reckless. Are you sure?

Geni chose her words carefully. The Selphid looked at her.

Sometimes, we have to go in. Were going. And weve been getting ready. Were armed up.

She gestured. And Jewel saw that under their travelling cloaksthe Halfseekers were wearing armor. It wasnt unusual, so shed barely noticed.

But wait.

Even Moore? Yes, the half-Giant was wearing a kind of leather-and-steel composite. Leather covering plates of metal. It was probably as thick as plate mail, but made for someone his size.

AndSeborn pulled back his dark clothing to reveal shining chainmail.

Lightweight stuff. Custom-made by Maughin of Pallass.

He told the other admiring adventurers. One whistled; even Ulinde and Jelaqua had armor. Light for the Selphid [Spellslinger]. Jelaqua?

Jelaqua had plate armor. Her lover had not sent her without all the help he could muster.

Were going to the Village of the Dead. Any team who wants to join uswe can ride together. Well hire the carriages.

Jelaqua announced to the room. The Gold-rank teams hesitated. Jewel bit her tongue. It was still reckless.

Even if its two teams, youre outnumbered.

One of the newer Gold-rank adventurers pointed out. Moore shifted in his seat. The female adventurer gulped.

I just meant

Moore.

Jelaqua put a hand on his arm. The half-Giant looked away. Jelaqua replied with a smile. Not a happy one butjust a smile.

Were adventurers. The Horns say this place has something specialwere going in. For the [Innkeeper] of Liscor. And youre wrong, friend. Were not going alone.

There were voices from the guilds main hall. Jewel rose as another team entered. To the surprise of Invrisils adventurers, they saw

Drakes. In armor. The heavy-armored group marched in.

Are thoseDrake adventurers?

Flamewardens. Thats Pallass Gold-rank team.

Someone muttered. Jewel saw Keldrass remove his helmet and look around.

Shame we cant stay here. So this is Invrisils Guild? Are we sitting here? The other teams cant get in.

We could ask for an exception.

Other teams? Jewel craned her head. Thenmore Drakes appeared.

Lifwail Blades. Another Gold-rank team. The Wings of Pallass werent present. But a Wall Lord had spoken. So more teams were waiting behind them.

Gemhammer, The Pride of Kelia, Pithfire HoundsSilver-ranks. The Silver Swords would join us if they werent so far away. All but two teams in Liscor are coming through. Nowwhos coming from Invrisil?

Jelaqua put her foot on a stool and looked around.

Ceria had put out the call. The Horns, thoughthey were new. New to their rank. But Jelaqua? She had led teams before. She turned her head, waiting. It just took oneshe needed a force to bring to Ceria. She had promised.

The southern teams waited, stares challenging. The Gold-ranks hesitated. To say it now was to not be able to go back. Not here.

Then, someone spoke.

Were going too.

The Selphid turned. She saw a team, fresh off their horses, stride into the guild. She blinkedthen smiled.

There you are.

Why are you waiting around?

Halrac stopped next to her. Revi, Typhenous, and Briganda entered the room. Jelaqua grinned.

We were just leaving. Whos with us?

Jewel pushed back her chair at the same time as half a dozen adventurers. And that was the first moment. She felt her heart beating.

Reckless. Dangerous. She began ordering her teammates to stock up on gear.

Because they were going to the Village of the Dead.

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To the north, it was a dead zone. Even grass died the closer you came to the Village of the Dead. Only one group of people were in the area; animals fled, as did people.

They had camped there for days now. And they were as yet alone. They might go in alone.

But their friends had promised to come.

We could still wait. That is the strategic move. Wall Lord Ilvriss, Ylawes, they have promised to send aid or come.

Were not waiting, Ksmvr. The Potion failed. Who knows if she can be frozen forever? Were going in. If the other teams arrive, they wont wait for weeks.

Yvlon was polishing her sword. Checking the edge, though it was enchanted. Ksmvr nodded. She looked up.

The village was silent. Apparently, empty. To her left, she saw a flash of light. A shout.

Tree rot!

The magic around Ceria combusted and a flash of light blasted Yvlon and Ksmvr with air.

Trouble, Ceria?

The half-Elf came stomping over.

A bit. Did I get you with anything?

Nope.

What is it you are failing at, Ceria?

Ksmvr peered at what had been intricate drawings in the ground. The half-Elf blew out her cheeks.

Spell circles. Its the next step in my [Mage] learning. Probably. I dont know. Illphres sort of outlined her process, and long-term spellsfields of magicwere what she said I should master. Control the battlefield. Greater spells require stuff like that. But Im not going to master it before

She looked ahead. Cold air swirled around her. She was visibly nervous. But she calmed herself and her aura of ice cleared. Yvlon nodded. She couldnt do more than train with her bladeand she didnt want to injure herself, or Ksmvr, so they werent sparring hard. She turned her head.

What about you, Pisces? Whats your next step?

The [Necromancer] glanced up.

Something else that wont be ready in time.

He went back to using a needle toYvlon frowned.

Are youmaking another undead?

A permanent one.

Ceria blinked. She looked at him for confirmation. The [Necromancer] replied absently.

The barest beginnings, yes. It will take monthsbut I thought it was time. I failed once. But it occurred to me one would be needed. Like Ceria, it will not be ready. We could prepare a year, Ksmvr. But that might become a decade, until we level. Alas. I do not believe we are that patient.

No.

Yvlon rose. She left their camp and walked to the edge of a bluff facing the Village of the Dead. It looked soempty. But every instinct she had, no Skills needed, told her what would happen when they approached it.

They hadnt. Not yet, in case they woke something. She remembered the dungeon of Liscor and folded her arms.

It will be different this time. It had to be. This was not for glory, but Erin. Pisces told them that if they recovered just one Relic-class artifact

Her silver-steel arms glinted in the light. The grim [Armsmistress] stood there, contemplating the odds and seeing no reason to turn back. Not for her. But her team

Ksmvr joined her. He glanced at Yvlon, then folded both arms and his third arm over that. She smiled at him.

Someone put his foot on the bluff. Pisces. Hefolded his arms and struck a pose, chin raised. Yvlon stopped smiling at Ksmvr and glared at him. He grinned at her.

What are we doing, posing? Let me in.

Ceria joined them, arms folded, standing sideways. Both of them sniggered at Yvlon. She debated kicking them down the short incline.

Then they stopped. The Horns looked at each other. Then at the Village of the Dead. Pisces sighed.

How does it go? Our team motto? Death before dishonor?

Something like that. Calruz said it. I prefer lets not die, and get lots of loot.

That is a very admirable statement, Captain Ceria. I find many practical elements in it.

Yvlon smiled. She looked at them. Then the Horns stared ahead.

Three days. Thats how long this place has to remain standing.

For the [Innkeeper] of Liscor.

Pisces agreed. He looked ahead, and Yvlon thought he looked more noble the less he pretended towards it. Ceria smiled. She sat down and dangled her legs over the edge. Ksmvr looked at Yvlon.

Let us not die and get lots of loot.

He suggested. They laughed. The Village of the Dead waited.

The Horns of Hammerad laughed at it and went to have lunch.

Authors Note: A thousand words over 20,000. I did my best. Shortshorter.

The last chapter really tired me out. But I have one more chapter after this before my break, and lets hope its a good one. Big announcement coming for the last chapter of the month. So stay tuned and hopefully there was something good in this shorter chapter!

I have nothing more to say. Thanks for reading! Im going to eat food.

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