Book 8: Chapter 14: N
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If youve heard this one before, stop me. A team of [Mages] from Wistramor just a [Mage], I supposeis sent to take care of former students. Renegades. And bring back Earthers. It is a sacred trust. They come, bearing magic against treachery.
High Mage
I said, if youve heard this one beforestop me. Mage Montressa. Mage Bezale? Mage Palt? Anyone? No?
The air was hot. The scene? Half-familiar. Like the speaker, it had all the elements of what had happened before. But it was never quite the same, was it?
Wistram Academy sent [Mages] to a small city in Izril. To claim assets they regarded as valuable. The [Mages] stormed in, making a huge fuss, throwing their weight around. Until they were stopped by a plucky [Innkeeper] with a lot of allies.
Until they were stopped by
The [Garden of Sanctuary] was silent. No one stirred from the frozen bier at the hilltop. A fraction of the number of guests remained in the inn.
Until the spells came crashing down from the nearby city? The Watch advanced on the overconfident [Mages]?
Nothing and no one stirred from Liscor. Few people visited anymore. Even if they had looked from the walls, the [Guards] saw nothing. A normal inn by evening. The illusion magic was simple, a copy of ten minutes ago.
The air. Was hot. Burned ozone stank from discharged lightning spells. The floorboards were ablaze in two places. An invisible fist had knocked everything aside and pressed the Minotauress into the far wall, where she struggled, unable to reach her spell scrolls.
Palt was on his knees, caught by a hail of magical arrows when hed vanished. Montressa lay on the ground as the [High Mage] hovered there. Pressed down by a crushing force just verging on agony.
Ten levels upeveryone else downed. Three of the Brothers lay in magical shackles. Theyd never had a chance. The [Mage] had come with smiles, scouted them outwaited until Montressa and Bezale appearedthen activated a dozen prepared spells in the first moment of combat.
[High Mage]. She was, like a good percentage of the Revivalist faction, a Dullahan. Her head floated around her body in a geosynchronous orbit, as both head and body levitated off the floor.
No Antinium, no Xrn. The [High Mage] had sealed the doors and windows already, and if the Antinium were even aware of a battle taking place in the silenced, illusory image of the inn
Something moved. The [High Mage] swiveled. The Hobgoblin leapt, sword flashing.
[Force Orb].
The [Mage] calmly fired a near-invisible orb from one palm. Numbtongue flung himself left, dodging it. She twisted a finger.
[Spell: Blink Trajectory].
The [Force Orb] spell vanished, and reappeared in front of the Hobgoblin. It caught him in the chest and hurled him across the inn. He hadnt even gotten close to the layered barrier spells around her, a match for Montressas best defenses.
Tell it to stop, [Mage] Montressa. I dont have to kill anyone here.
High Mage Merzun! Please, stop! What have we done?
The Dullahan woman looked down at Montressa. Pity and wrath were equally lacking in her. She lookedannoyed.
Mage Montressa, as I informed you, you are expelled from Wistram for betraying your faction. Per Archmage Nailihuailes request, three Archmages and the Council have expelled you. You are no longer a member of Wistram Academy. As for you, [Mages] Bezale, Palt, your factions have not disowned you. Stay quiet. Now. One, two, threehm. Three are missing. Ive heard the [Innkeeper] is dead. Where are Miss Rose and Miss Galina?
She addressed the paralyzed group of young men frozen in their seats. Imani was slowly moving towards Palt, eyes wide with horror.
The air was boiling. Mrsha hid behind a table, staring at the [High Mage], looking at the open door just ahead of her. She was too afraid to move. Shaking.
Once again. Arrogant [Mages]. The Revivalist faction. Mrsha stared at Numbtongue as he slowly got up, the leather armor on his chest smoking slightly. She wanted to say something. Stop.
The [High Mage] rotated in the air. All was silent.
Bird lay on the floor, motionless. Arms and legs locked up from the [Paralysis] spell, like Ulvama. Only Numbtongue had thrown it off, along with the [Mages].
Dont make this more difficult, Goblin. Where are the other two? I cannot believe you betrayed our faction like this, Montressa. That [Necromancer]? Let alone so many Earthers. Archmage Nailihuaile is extremely hurt. Tell me, now. I wish to be gone within ten more minutes with my charges.
The air grew hotter. The little Gnoll covered her ears as Montressa made a pained sound. She looked to the Garden, the basement. But she was afraid the [High Mage] knew where she was. She quivered with indecision as the [Mage] looked around, eyes narrowed.
It was today.
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Then.
The enduring fact every species learned in time was this: your strength, your great armies, your fantastical magics, heroes and rulers perished in time.
All turned to dust. Or, at the height of your supremacy, you looked up and saw the Giant laughing down at you.
Every civilization learned this. Every species, every culture and people. Oh, but how soon they forgot.
We build from the ashes of lesser peoples, but we shall not be so weak, not make the same mistakes. That was what they proclaimed ere they fell.
Fraerlings had never forgotten. Their villages, their homes in Baleros were hidden from the world. Seldom did they settle among the tallfolk. Yes, they protected their homes with magic, with great warriors. But most of all, with secrecy. They kept to themselves because any other way was death in time, a village burning because of overconfidence.
They knew they were weak, so they seldom left their homes, built for them. Even after he had left his, seeking adventure, friendship among the giants, he had sworn never to forget.
He had. And the Great Company he had built? The powerful armies of the tallfolk, his companions, his influence that could move the world itself?
It was going to fall to pieces, because the giant who had built it, most famous of his kind, the Titan of Baleroswas missing.
Damn. Let megolet me go!
The giant, scaled bird with an elongated beak mouth rather than a beak, webbed wings, a cross between lizard and bird in truth, did not let go. It did flap its wings in agitation.
The Razorbeak had no idea how its prey was making such a large sound. A superlatively large voice for such a tiny thing. The Fraerling was only a foot high, a snack for the road or for its young.
It was struggling hard, although the Razorbeak had almost assumed it was dead. Charred, beaten by battle, Niers Astoragon had passed out. Which might have saved his life. The Razorbeak opened its maw, debating biting the morsels head off to silence the wriggling and sound.
The tiny [Strategist] wanted the Razorbeak to try. He had woken with a start, and looked around in his prison of scaly claws to realize hed lost track of Esthelm, the battleground with the traitorous Gold-rank team, the Floodplains and Liscor itself.
Below him now stretched increasingly vertical ground. He knew where he was.
The damned High Passes. You bastard bird! Let me go! Ill kill you! Ill turn you into Folianas snacksright after that team of Gold-rank amateurs! Let go!
He struggled, bellowing. Again, the Razorbeak twitched with annoyance. He just needed it to open its clawsjust once!
His sword was smashed against his side, and he had not the wiggle-room to even cut to any side. At least, he prayed it was the sword he felt. If nothe was bare-handed against a bird that out-weighed him by a factor of at least a dozen, in height as well as mass.
This would not be a problem for some of the Tallguard, the bravest Fraerlings assigned to defending their villages against monsters and people. Some could slay bears by themselves, or giant crocodiles if they had to.
However, Niers was just a [Strategist]. For all his mighty Skills, for all he was considered one of the greatest strategic minds living, he was still a Fraerling.
And he still made mistakes. The Titan cursed, and then gave up, conserving his strength. He was bruised to his bones, burnt by the spells those damn adventurers had cooked him with. One had kicked him and Niers feared fractured bones. If he had his bag of holding! Or the Signim! Or
Lost! Over a million gold pieces worth of gear, lost! Idiot! Fool! You were so blind you never saw the trap coming! Peclir! Peclir, you worthless rat!
Niers howled, not to the bird this time, but himself. And the traitorous [Chamberlain], who was the only person who could have led him to this fate. No one but Peclir and a handful of people Niers trusted with his life had known what he was doing.
Of them, Peclir was the only choice. Niers had trusted him with his life right up till this moment, mind you. But
The Titan tried to shift. The claws gripped him tighter. He gaspedtrying not to pass outthe Razorbeak was trying to squish him as it flew towards its nest. He fought to keep conscious. Wait. If he didnt, hed be torn to pieces.
No bag of holding, no gear, no allies. The Titan sagged.
Foliana will know I didnt make it when I dont check in. Can Peclir imitate me? Will he go after her? She wont drop her guard. How much damage could he do? Shell send help.
But the treacherous, calm voice in his mind replied to his frantic thoughts. His [Strategist] self, which was analyzing even as he alternated between fury and shock.
If she can.
The Razorbeak flew onwards, entering more dangerous territory. It was not that far from its nest, but it had flown downwards to hunt prey without the danger of being hunted itself. It was diving when a rival Razorbeak flew upwards, sensing the bite to eat. Niers heard the angry call, the challenge
He braced, knowing what was coming as the claws opened. The Razorbeak fought to defend itself. Niers grabbed for a talon, and saw something drop.
No! Cats take it!
He flailed for his enchanted sword as it fell next to him. It was the talon or his sword. Niers grabbed the sword. He fell out of the skies as the Razorbeaks quarreled above him.
Straight down into the High Passes.
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Master Merxel, the [Spymaster], drank the third Draught of Serenity with a shaking hand. No Calm Tonics for him.
A day had passed since hed seen the Titan of Baleros. A day, and it felt like ten years. He reviewed his findings.
No, he did not know where Niers Astoragon or the agent of the Forgotten Wing Company, the Drake, Remane, were.
He did know the Cherinion Swords were down to two members, and the corpses of four people and a Drake, likely Remanes, were lying outside of the city of Esthelm.
CorrectionMerxel made a little note in his dossier. Now denuded of possessions and clothing, in the care of an [Embalmer], Miss Souyn, of Invrisil. Likewise for the other Cherinion Swords, despite the living members objections. Or rather, the objections they had tried to lodge at the Adventurers Guild of Invrisil before being apprehended by the Watch, per Master Merxels personal request.
Also in his care? A tiny, tiny bag of holding that had gone unnoticed by Esthelms militia when they first noticed the fighting, until he had sent agents to sweep for it.
Merxel had done nothing as stupid as try to open the Titans personal bag of holding, even if he could have accessed it with tweezers. But he had noted his possession of it, and was still waiting on the final check.
That was, for the body of Niers Astoragon, the Titan of Baleros. He had hopesif there was any to be hadthat he would not find it. The two Cherinion Swords had claimed hed been snatched by a Razorbeak and that had been corroborated by truth spell. Perhaps the Fraerling had lived. Or perhaps his body was torn to pieces and scattered far outside the search radius of two dozen of his people.
If the latter was true, Master Merxel feared for his life. He was a [Spymaster], a former [Spy], and he had contacts, experience, money, and levels. None of that would save him from Three-Color Stalkers wrath.
At least it was [Strategist] Perorn Fleethoof on the other end of the communication spells for now. Merxel checked his notesthey were sloppy, inconclusive, and nothing of the quality hed normally adhere to.
He sent them anyways. The reply came in moments.
Find him.
Merxel read. He sat back. His stomach twisted, more from fear than the Draughts of Serenity. He had too much of a tolerance. Also, he was too afraid.
The Titan of Baleros has gone missing on your watch, Merxel. You handed him over to a hit-squad, and if he dies, you die.
The [Spymaster] got up to relieve his bladder. When he came back, he saw his [Assistant Secretary] nervously poke a head into the room.
Master Merxel?
Im busy.
She nodded palely. She knew, too. The woman licked her lips.
Yes, Master Merxel. But you have waiting [Message] spells on priority settings. From your day-night clients?
Those were the ones on Merxels carefully curated list who could get him out of bed or his attention at any point in the day or night. He bit his lip.
Ill take a look. Anything from the Forgotten Wing Company comes right to me. How many?
Forty three on the priority list and more coming in. Two hundred, besides.
Merxel sat down hard in his plush chair, in the expensive room filled with the acquisitions of good business. The [Spymaster], one of the best in the information-network game in Invrisil and this region of Izril, began sorting through the requests in order of priority. Number one?
The Iron Vanguard. Second? Maelstroms Howling. Third? The Eyes of Baleros.
Dead Ancestors eggs.
The Human whispered, invoking a particularly pithy oath of the Drakes, whom hed lived for many years around.
They all knew. High [Strategists], their version of Merxel, or just administrators were all demanding for him to confirm one little fact, and offering buckets of gold for it.
Is the Titan of Baleros dead? Barring that, was he missing? Was he in Izril?
They knew. Merxels mind raced. In short order, he had the entire game pieced together. Treachery, betrayaland what came next. He reached for the fourth Draught of Serenity with shaking fingers. Merxel checked himself. He knocked the bottle aside.
He grabbed some wine, and began to pour a cup.
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Niers Astoragon put together the same picture as Merxel, around the same time.
He picked himself up after falling about three hundred feet straight down. The Titan dusted himself off, checked for more injuries.
None, save for the ones hed already had.
One of the few advantages of being small was that you didnt fear the pain of falling. Oh, it could hurt, like if, say, you tossed a hamster over a cliffs edge. Even so, the hamster had a much better chance of surviving that fall than something a hundred times its weight.
At least his enchanted leather armor was on him. The [Impact Guard] enchantments had done their work. He also had his sword.
Damned birds. I should have them all hunted down. Traitorous [Chamberlains]any cracks? Well, theres something.
Niers inspected his shortsword. No faults. He had no other major artifacts besides his rings and the leather armor, but this was better than a stick. Far better.
My shortsword is enchanted with Piercing, Durability, and a lower-grade split between Magebane and Severance. My armor has Impact Guard on fast recharge, Spellward, Anti-Hex, and Camouflage. I have Boots of the Grasshopper on, too.
I have an Anti-Identification ring, a Ring of Minotaurs Strength, an Amulet of Magical Protection, a Ring of Greater Sight, a Ring of Lodestone Communication which is useless on Izril, and
He glumly checked his hand as he ran towards the nearest cover, a rock with an overhang so the two Razorbeaks wouldnt go after him. Niers crouched underneath, panting, looking at the burnt line of flesh around one finger.
My Ring of Deaths Protection is gone.Unclear which blow it protected me from. Maybe the [Lightning Bolt]. Maybe that gigantic asshole kicking me.
His minds voice was calming. It was at odds with the louder thoughts racing through Niers head.
Watch the skies! That damn bird has a mouth of teeth.
PECLIR! ILL MURDER YOU.
How far in the High Passes did that thing drop me?
No bag of holdingI have to warn Foliana!
The smaller thoughts scattered and he ducked back in the tiny hollow of space as a shadow passed by. Yet, the inner thoughts never stopped their recitation.
could wish Id thought to bring my Ring of [Fireballs], or Band of the Vortex at least. I just had to take the most inoffensive, safe gear. Well, I do get itchy when theyre on my fingers. I nearly blew my face off picking my nose once.
The inner thoughts were due to [Mind of the Strategist], a separate layer of consciousness that could function even as Niers at large was suffering from some outside effect.
It was an improvement on what Niers taught his students; having a head for battle. It came in useful. As Niers was poking his head out from under the rock, checking to make sure if the Razorbeak was coming back, he could analyze Peclirs treachery rather than dwell on it later, or not take it into account.
By now, this is what will have happened: Peclir will have vanished. Any attempts on Foliana, Perorns, or anyone elses life will have been made. My absence/death will be made known to his employers.
Niers scuttled out from under the rock, keeping his sword raised. He could not stay here. First-principles of survival were kicking in. He had been gone from his village for a long time. Decades. However, you never forgot basic training, or adventurer training.
Height, secure spot, monster check. Grounds not porousdont think Im on a nest. Damn
He finally saw the landscape around him. Hed fallen on bad terrain. A rocky incline, full of loose gravel or rocks the size of a Humans foot to small boulders, leading up the side of one of the High Passes mountains.
It would have been a hard climb with the danger of avalanches for a Human. For Niers? He could hop across the rocks, but it was hardly flat ground. If they shifted hed be squished. He looked downhillto the sides
Flat ground, there. Move!
He ran, panting, clutching at his side as pain flared. Might be cracked ribs? He was going for a solid foundation of rock, eyes on the skies. The birds were one of the greatest predators of Fraerlings. Any one of them could dive, but he couldnt stay under the rock or wait for nightfall. This was the High Passes and he knew how many enemies there were for normal-sized people. And the rule was that Fraerlings had a hundred foes for every one that Humans had.
Even now, his mind was plotting the events of the now on a grander scale. Peclir. When Peclir left
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Here was what had happened. Peclir Im had vanished, before Merxel had told the Forgotten Wing Company what had occurred. They had searchedthey had not found him. Or if they had, they werent sharing.
Second? They wanted the Titan found now. The issue was that if he didnt want to be found, or didnt remove his Ring of Anti-Identification, no one could find him. Niers had all the protections a high-level individual possessed against easy location, and they were working against Merxel now.
Against his enemies, too, though. Because Merxel received the first speaking stone not long after he sat, staring at the [Messages].
He was conflicted on whether he should tell the other companies Niers Astoragon was missing. The call cleared it up.
Merxel speaking. To whom am I?
Tulm the Mithril.
The voice was calm, cold, and Merxel stopped gulping wine.
How can I help you, [Strategist]?
By listening.
Tulm the Mithril, the Dullahan who wore the expensive mithril armor, the greatest [Strategist] of the Iron Vanguard and one of the Titans best former studentswas a terrifying individual. As frightening as the Titan himself, but more so because Merxel was not under his employ. The [Spymaster] made no sound as Tulm spoke, with the calm, inflectionless voice that Dullahans liked.
I am aware that the Titan of Baleros is missing. I would appreciate your factual confirmation that he was present in Invrisil and is now gone. However. I am certain these facts are true, because Peclir Im issued a wide-scale [Message] followed by his disappearance. Baleros knows the Titan is gone. I am also certain the Forgotten Wing Company has urgently tasked you with finding him.
Because he was professional, Merxel said nothing, in this moment when some would be pressured into some redundant statement. Tulm went on.
I will match their payment. Do nothing.
Strategist, my relationship with the Great Company
is contingent on them being a Great Company. Moreover, they will understand that another Great Company is prevailing on you. You may benefit more from inaction than action. To that end: check the public bounties.
Tulm hung up as abruptly as the stone had been delivered. Merxel lowered it, wiped sweat off his brow, and then demanded to see the latest public bounties.
Pisces Jealnet had been only one of the many bounties posted, sometimes worldwide for individuals. Not just ones wanted by the law. Anyone could post a bounty. Whether individual jurisdictions or nations honored it was a matter for them. Some wouldnt even display them, or let any lawful brokers mention them. But there was always a list.
At the top of it was Niers Astoragon. A brief physical description was attached, as if anyone needed to identify the only famous Fraerling in the world, his probable locations last seenHigh Passes, Liscor, Esthelm, Invrisiland the bounty.
Niers Astoragon, delivered unto representatives of the Iron Vanguard, alive, 800,000 gold pieces.
No bounty dead?
Merxel was shaken. Then he looked down.
The next-highest bounty was for him dead. 415,000 gold piecesroughly. That was because anyone could add to a dead-on-delivery bounty, while the Iron Vanguard had just outbid some of the other factions wanting Niers alive. And there were about two dozen offering bounties of lesser size for him alive.
Including the Forgotten Wing Company. Merxel sat down. Tulms injunction rang in his headright before another speaking stone from Maelstroms Howling reached him.
Do nothing and well pay you. How much was his loyalty worth? Nonow, the [Spymaster] wondered if hed even manage to protect Niers if the Titan landed on his doorstep. That was a lot of gold.
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Niers ran into the first Fraerling-sized enemy as he ran across the rocks. It was probably fifty feet to the safe ground. At a Fraerlings size? It was a lot of ground to cover, especially uneven.
The first monster spotted him and unfortunately, it wasnt one of the docile predators who only picked on smaller creatures. It leapt, mouth agape, spiked legs slashing the air, wings opening!
Like a miniature Creler! Only, not so deadly, not so tough. Not by far. One could still bite chunks out of your face. Niers slowed, lifted his sword.
Come on!
Fraerlings had invented sword styles that larger races sometimes copied. Unlike other sword forms, theirs were completely different, and the great [Sword Saint] of his era, Balthen Bladewing, had studied from Fraerling masters.
Because Fraerlings fought with the assumption they might be surrounded, swallowed whole, or at the least, have to use their swords on foes far larger them themselves. Niers executed a perfect Midway Limb Cut, slashing, pirouetting, lunging. His foe didnt expect the sharpness of his blade, nor the style of a humanoid fighter and lost its right foreleg. It skidded down, trailing ichor; his lunge put his shortsword through its chest.
It kept jerking, of course. Insects didnt die right away, so Niers cut upwards. He bisected the biting jaws of the oversized grasshopper, and it went still.
It was a big sucker. Not as tall as Niers foot-long size, but aggressive. The Titan studied it, checking for parasites that might squirm out of its bodystanding clear warily in case unborn young charged out at him.
He was used to all manner of horrific events, but the grasshopper was just a grasshopper. It lay, dead, and he sighed.
Then he turned. Because where there was onethere were more. The Titan resumed his fast jog, panting. He was already out of breath. Disgusting.
Im getting old.
He listened to his [Strategist]-mind to take his focus off the pain in his lungs, his body.
Priority question for when you get back. Best to sort it out now if possible. Was Peclir an agent of one of the Four Great Companies? Tulm? I could see that. Howeverinstinct says no.
Clarify?
He leapt over two rocks, bounding nearly two feet from ledge to ledge. Fraerlings were strong. Even without his Boots of the Grasshopper, ironic given his dead foe and the second bounding his wayNiers hoped it would just eat its dead comrade, but he was watching itthey could leap higher, and were far, far stronger than their size suggested.
But frail. He swore, lifting his sword.
Impale the Beast! He let the Grasshopper charge onto his sword, twisting left to avoid being bowled over by the carcass. Two more in the nearby area. Watch the cracks in the rocks. Back to thinking.
Peclirs treachery is too bold, the assassination attempt too audacious. Yet by the same token, it speaks to me of accelerated plans, a sudden checkmate rather than a deliberate, organized strike. That Gold-rank team was sloppily put together; the agent one of convenience rather than a professional killer.
Ergo, Peclir had orders to take me or Foliana out if he could, no doubt, but the message mattered just as much as moving me out of the way. Appearances. He tried for a public-death, not poison, and he had more than a few chances unless he was afraid of Folianas [Rogue]-counter Skills. A possibility, but this smacks of grandstanding.
Rhirs hells take it!
Something crawled out of the rocks after the fourth grasshopper went down. A huge centipede, drawn by the blood and motion. Niers took one look at it and kept running as it went for the twitching bugs. It was way longer than he was, and just as thick. He could easily cut its head off, but where there was one
Sure enough, more began moving from under the rocks. Dozens of dark red-black bodies, thousands of legs, click-clicking as they scuttled upwards, after Niers and the insects.
I hate the High Passes!
Then again, bugs were everywhere for Fraerlings. Niers couldnt remember a summer when he hadnt punched a ladybug in the face. But those were tame insects in the cities. Hereoh, dead gods. He leapt and landed four feet distant. Hed do that and take the chances of landing in a crevasse.
The other Great Companies dont need to shout theyre dangerous. Tulm? If he thought it was wise to kill me even if it destabilized Baleros and put his company into war with minehed do it with a whisper and tell people after. Same for Maelstroms Howling.
If the Bannermare had known, she wouldnt have been able to look me in the eye. Would Gwelin keep that from her daughter? Would she think killing me was a good idea given that were allied against Iron Vanguard aggression?
Nearly there. Niers panted along. He saw the rock face was on a ledge. He could see where he was, at least. He heard a distant scream and stared up. Yet the shriek was a Wyvernsmiles distant perhaps, echoing far away.
Niers feared no Wyverns. Mainly because they never bothered with him. Sparrows? Woodpeckers, and so on?
Mortal enemies.
No. Same for the Eyes of Baleros. Unless somethings changed in any of the three Great Companies
It might have. Other worlds. However, instinct still says this is too much. I might expect Tulm to reach out to me in an alliance if he got ahold of the other world scenario occurring. Hes no fool.
Speculation. Im assigning an 18% chance at best that its one of the Four Great Companies, only if some change of leadership has occurred or theyre trying to take advantage of the other world phenomena.
Lets just say 22% chance its a foreign power. Wistram, another nationhowever, Im only one part of the Four Great Companies. Unless Tulms deadno, no.
4% chance its one of the Four Great Companies, hah! 2% that anyone outside Baleros wanted me dead and went about it in this manner, this style.
He reached the solid rock, reassuringly safe compared to the countless rocks with dens for insects behind him. Panting, Niers rested for a moment, bent over, but not willing to sit. He might have to stay moving. He strode to the edge of the cliff and crested the rise.
Its 94%. 100%. Im sure of it. Another company wants to rise to the top. Peclirs their agent. Foliana! Perorn! Dead gods, this is going to get messy. I have to
He looked over the edge of the little rocky bluff, all of three feet high and saw, in the distance, the Bloodfields. A stain of red. The Floodplains beyond. Niers yearned to reach that areanot that far, but the invisible city, hidden by the terrain.
And yet. Yethe counted the miles. He saw how tiny the Floodplains were, how high he was. The Titans racing thoughts slowed. He saw a valley twice as long as the Floodplains stretching between him and the next rise in terrain, sandwiched between two mountains. And past that, more space yet, until he could even dream of descending towards the valley where mortal peoples made their homes.
Niers Astoragon slowly sat down on the ledge.
I hate birds so much.
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The first night, Niers Astoragon laid out his plan for returning to civilization. It was simple.
One or the other.
He looked at his swordand then the Ring of Anti-Identification on his hand. Either he took his chances with a rescue team reaching him instead of opposition, or he fought his way back.
It would be a fight, too. He had made a small camp about fifty feet down the safe rocky zone in this rockslide valley. Thats as far as hed gotten before he realized he had to make camp.
Fifty feet. Not great, even for Fraerlings on the march, but he was wounded, exhausted, and hed had to get food.
Food, shelter, the basics for any survivalist were of varying difficulties compared to Tallfolks needs. For instance, Niers had spoken with [Explorers] who had to struggle to find enough to eat in areas like the Dyed Lands, when they lost their camp or suffered a disaster.
Niers? Hed looked around and in a stroke of luck, found a leafy plant that he thought might be hiding a tuber or something.
It had not. But the roots were still edible; part of the plant, even, but Niers had seen the thistle-like needles coating it and decided not to bother. On the way back, hed spotted two large beetles.
Dinner. He gagged on it, of course. Fraerlings were not savages like some half-Elves or Garuda. They did not like eating bugs.
But he could find food where Tallfolk struggled quite easily. Fire had been the hard part. As in, Niers hadnt gotten one. Normally, he kept all the supplies he might need in a bag of holding, but he only had plant matter, no wood around.
Soinsect flesh and roots. Niers nearly threw up on his third bite of juice andbut he chewed it down. Fraerlings survived on stuff like this.
I will survive.
I will survive.
If he found a berry bush, an actual vegetable, even a single potato or the equivalent, hed be set for days. Variety in his diet would be a problem, but never the amount.
The harder part had been shelter. Tallfolk, again, needed it too, but this time the problems were reversed. They had fewer predators. In the land of the small, everything was an enemy and small insects were ready to kill you despite a size-differential. And those were the small ones.
Niers improvised. Rather than try to clear out a bug den or something else, or trust to the uncertainty of a dug hole in rock, hecheated.
Come oncome onyoure not some half-baked artifact, youre close to relic-class! Just slice a bit wider andaha!
At last, he managed to cut the wedges of rock out and create a big enough hollow to comfortably sleep in. Especially with some dirt, and a simple [Light] spell that even Niers could cast unaided.
Lovely. Dirt, hard stone, and the slab of stone Niers rolled to cover his entrance, leaving just enough room to provide an airflow. The insect-root meal sat about as well as the stone cutting into his back, even as he worked with his enchanted sword, cutting the stone to make it better.
Exhausted, Niers lay on his back.
Back home, Id not have to lift a thing. Killing rat nests was the most of it, and I could hire the Fraerlings my company employed to do it.
Ive gotten soft. How long since Foliana and I went on a real adventure? Not since the old days. Even if we try now, someones holding our hands.
Damn. If I had a bath, Id cry. I will not cry over hot water and soap! Dead gods, I can feel the insect meat wiggling. Was it full of parasites? Id see that, surely. You hear about Humans being stupid enough to eat Creler eggs, thoughwhat a way to go.
When I get back, no, the moment I can, I need to covertly send a [Message] to my company for extraction. Somethingpublic, yet with coded locations. Tulm and the others will be aiming for me. I cannot give away my location. Too dangerous. I have a better shot even fighting Gargoyles butt-naked than I do against a team who knows where I am.
Itll be easier when I get to a city. I can hide among the people there. Like those stories my grandmother told me, about the Fraerlings living in homes, helping out.
Idiots fixing shoes without pay. Who does that? But itll beeasier to snag a [Message] scroll in anywhere[Mage]s Guilds
He began to drift off. Niers remembered that he had actually dreamed of something like that, only with a [King] or [Queen] and him being the dashing Fraerling who saved the day by killing the [Assassin] with a cunning trap, revealing himself to become the sacred advisor of the kingdom.
A hero. Didnt all boys dream of that, regardless of species? It had actually happened a few times. But he had foundhe had realized that dream.
Titan of Baleros. Yet he got bored, tired, because they thought he was so large and scary
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The Titan woke up from his weary slumber when the first impact struck the roof of his cave. He sat up, heart pounding in horror as he realized his mistake.
Selphids tits! No!Rain!
A storm swept the High Passes. Fat drops of rain began pounding the valley. Niers pushed in his small cave as he knew. Water was already streaming in; he wrestled the boulder aside.
He was going to be drowned!
The Titan hadnt accounted for this. Hed dug down, not sideways. Even thenhe stumbled.
A watery punch laid him flat. What was it? A raindrop. They were hitting the ground hard, and the small Fraerling had gotten one on the face.
His armor began reflecting the raindrops as he got up, as if they were blows. Niers looked around.
Dead gods!
The water was flooding down the stone valley already, drowning the more foolish bugs who hadnt accounted for this. He saw it like a distant crest of water, gathering momentum with incredible speed.
It probably wouldnt even get more than two feet deep in most places. But a foot was more than enough to drown in! Niers looked at the water coming his way. He looked at the wavethen looked over the side of the rocky ledge.
Ive got no choice! If its this orI need to go. And so I need
He looked around. It wasnt hard to find what he needed. Detritus was being washed down the valley. He ran, snagged a stiff leaf, or bit of bark, he couldnt even tell. Thenhe leapt towards the side and began sliding down the mountain, gripping the edge of the leaf like a sled.
Fraerlings had discovered surfboarding, skateboarding, sledding, and all manner of transport. Niers coasted down the slick rocks and soil, laughing like a maniac. Hed done this as a boy! And this time, his enchanted armor took the shocks of impact. This was fun! This was
He saw the first pothole filled with water, swerved, and dodged. He was still laughing the first ten minutes. Twenty, he was still having fun.
Forty minutes of downhill sledding and correcting his course later, he was losing the fun. Niers had to run with the sled over his head as an umbrella now, paddled with his sword across a tiny lake, then leap and slide down the muddy hill, all while searching for a second place to rest out of the rain.
He found it, before he reached the growing river far below where water was collecting. Niers swung into a cave with a proper overhang, and breathed out. He looked around it warily, holding the [Light] spell up as he maneuvered the bit of bark to form a crude door.
If theres anything in here, Im wet, tired, and peckish! Get lost!
He drew his enchanted shortsword, and the glow of magic lit up the small hollow. He looked around and saw
A terrified little bunny, squeezed into the back of its den. Niers eyed the ratty fur, the two eyes staring at him, as the mountain-hare regarded the unwelcome intruder that had stumbled into its cunningly-disguised abode. It was even smart enough to have stockpiled some vegetable detritus, in varying stages of decomposition.
The rabbits fur was tattered since it wasnt a prize-pet animal, but it was a luxuriant brownwith just a hint of purple. And it was panting; Niers could feel the warmth of its breath.
Bigger than he was.
He licked his lips.
Theres no fire, but maybe I can figure out [Spark] with your fur. I always meant to learn more magic. Here, bunny, bunny. Hold still
He tiptoed forwards with his sword held behind his back. Aiming for a mercy cut. The rabbit looked terrified. It squeezed into the corner just as Niers realized he might be able to ride the damn thing around. He was no [Beast Tamer], but
He wavered a second too long. The rabbit realized it was trapped. Its eyes went wide. Niers braced. His sword came up to kill it before it bit in self-defense or smashed him flat. He whirled the blade up in Impale the Beast and
The Waisrabbit blinked out of existence. Niers Astoragon stared at the place it had been. He hesitated, then looked at the fur, droppings, and food of its den.
Half an hour later, he bit into some starchy vegetable around the rabbit-fur fire hed managed to get going after figuring out the [Spark] spell at last. He put his feet up, adjusted the door to let the smoke out into the still-pouring night, and sighed.
Better than nothing.
Somewhere further inside its den, in a place only accessible via [Teleport], a gloomy bunny wondered when it would get its home back.
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Foliana sat in her rooms as Perorn delivered the report.
Two days. Master Merxel suddenly went quiet. I think we have to consider he might be working against us, or bought off. Im looking for trustworthy agents, but a lot of our contacts are silent. And the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings claim their best agents and numbers are both depleted or occupiedFoliana?
The giant Squirrel-woman was sitting in the replica of the huge trees where her people, Squirrel Beastkin, made their homes. She was visible, a rarity since she was normally out of sight, playfully pranking people.
Perhaps because one of the two pillars of her company was missing, she had not been invisible for two days now. She did not turn around as she nibbled on something.
FolianaCommanderwe could use some guidance. Im trying to move all the agents we can trust, but I cant send reinforcements in any numbers. Aside from trying to get them there in time, the Iron Vanguards fleets
Keep trying.
Foliana looked around at last. Her fur, turning greyer with each year, stood in contrast to her vivid eyes. The Centaur woman shuffled her hooves, unable to conceal her agitation.
Nothing else? Commander, Im going to go as far as to ask Niers students to try to find him. This is a disaster. We cant pretend Niers replacement [Strategists] are him. Even a body-double
Keep trying. Im not a [Strategist]. Mm. You find him or hes dead.
Foliana sat there. Perorn stopped pacing. The [Rogue] sat on the branch. She looked around.
The one thing missing from her home was this: it was never so empty, so quiet in Squirrel Beastkin homes. They lived with other species too, the few, rare species of Baleros protecting and helping each other. Both she and Niers had come a long way from their secret homes. One reason they had been friends.
There used to be more.
Foliana turned back around, shuffling her feet. Perorn hesitated.
Excuse me?
There used to be many more. Thats what everyone forgets. Even him, sometimes. There were many. Then there were two. Now there might be one.
Silently, the Centaur opened her mouth and closed it. Foliana stared ahead, at the illusory magical sky.
If hes alive, find him.
At last, Perorn saw what Foliana was eating. It was a small, perfectly cut and roasted bit of meat. Pork. From the kind of pig, though, that was fed a magical diet all its life, carefully raised by a [Livestock Breeder] or [Rancher], and then prepared by the finest [Chefs].
Extravagant, decadent, even. A waste of money despite the delicious meat, yet completely justifiable if a single pig could feed a single Fraerling for a year, even with snacks and the spicy cheese or fruits he enjoyed with a little drink on cold nights.
Niers favorite food. Foliana nibbled at it, despite not loving meat. Using her Skill to look through the eyes of the person who loved it most. Or trying to.
She was too far away. She closed her vivid eyes as Perorn shut the door and trotted away.
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The Waisrabbit evicted Niers the next morning, after the rain had stopped for about two hours. The Titan was snoringthen he was falling again.
What th
He bounced off a rock, tumbled down what was to him a steep cliff face, and landed on his back. He stared up at the sky.
The Fraerling got up with a curse.
Teleport me?
Another charm he hadnt taken was his anti-teleportation gear, like his direct-attack magical artifacts. Obviously, because he had to be teleported here via wine bottle. Even Niers Astoragon could afford to wear only 6 rings with his gear and sword before magical interference reached its limit.
Hah! Six rings? Gold-rank adventurers can barely wear three. Ive got superior Fraerling gear on me, hand-crafted by the best masters living!
Not relics, though. There are so few compared to the tallfolk. I could buy relic-class artifacts for someone Folianas size. Not me, though. Only one species gets so small.
He began his next day in the High Passes, annoyed at the wakeup. Worse, he couldnt tell where that damned Waisrabbits den was. At least hed gotten a decent meal, a hot fire, and sleep out of it.
If anything, Niers was impressed. Hed had no idea Waisrabbits could teleport other things besides themselves.
Defensive measure for a creature like that. Extremely sensible. Nothing short of that kind of animal could survive the High Passes anyways. I wish I could harvest its fur and use it, though. I can barely cast [Sparks] and my magical knowledge is limited outside of knowing what spells and certain magical techniques do.
I never wanted to be a [Mage].
Nor had he leveled up as one last night, despite theoretically qualifying for a Level 1 [Mage] or [Sorcerer] class. He would not.
Niers was a [Strategist]. Just a [Strategist]. A [Grandmaster Strategist], true, but he didnt gain other classes. Honestly, he didnt know if he could.
I will not gain [Survivor] or [Climber] or any other class here. I dont need to waste my potential. As for Skills
Niers thought about it. He had a lot of Skills. However, many were only useful if he had something to command. There were a number he could repurpose or harkened back to his adventuring days.
Yethe shook his head. He could use a few big ones here, but to little point for simply traversing the terrain. Besides which, the ambush, his lapse in judgment, had shown him how complacent he was.
Ill climb out of here with my armor, my sword, and my bare hands. I need to shape up.
He gritted his teeth and began to march once more. No Skills, no classes, no help.
That resolve lasted for about three hours. Then one of Niers passive Skills went off in his head.
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[Battlefield Foe Sensor]. [Veterans Stealthguard].
Both Skills werent active-abilities that he had to call upon. Hence, Niers used them despite his resolve. He froze as they went off.
He was climbing now, passing through the wet mud left over by the storm of last night. The runoff was still there, a treacherous little river that could suck you down.
Niers jumped over it. Boots of the Grasshopper. Essential for Fraerlings. Standard gear among the Tallguardwell, Boots of Jumping for them. His were far superior and could carry him up to eight feet on max-jump, although that was a bad idea unless he really needed to go that high. Birds loved to dive and grab you.
He froze, having leapfrogged his way up the valley. His boots, just short of relic-class, hadnt even needed to recharge yet. Niers hunkered down next to a dandelion in full seed-mode. He eyed the puffball of seeds balefully and sneezed twice. Meanwhile, he was investigating his sensor.
The [Grandmaster Strategist] had a range far exceeding lesser [Tacticians] and [Strategists]. Basic Skills took on new potential at his level. He realized the enemy wasnt even within a mile of his position. More like four miles.
What set it off, though? I havent designated any foesunless somethings after me? Lets see. Damn. No help for it. [Battlefield: Hawks Surveillance]!
In his head, the area around him expanded and took color, life, and nuance. Like the Skills of other experts, he mapped out the entire landscape around him. A [Strategist] had to know his battleground, after all.
Valley, yup, makes sense. Odd flora to the left on that ridgeavoid. Damn. Are those Eater Goats grazing two thousand feet north of me? Avoid, avoid, avoid! Now, wheres this enemy contact? It cant be a monster if [Stealthguard] activated.
Niers had only a single snapshot of the terrain for six minutes, not constant monitoring, although that was still far better than the lowest-level iteration of the Skill, which gave you a single picture. Hah. Some low-level [Scouts] couldnt even see, just sense the rough location of foes or traps. He mentally zoomed across the area his Skill had mapped, giving himself a route up the valley away from obvious threats.
Eater Goats. Nasty. He sensed two Gargoyles waiting for prey behind himand most disturbingly, a group of monsters he couldnt identify. The High Passes had all kinds of unique threats.
Some kind of fleshythose arent slimes, and their hide doesnt look tough. Arms without torso orbut no fingers. I cant see clearer. If they survived the High Passes, theyre not as weak as they seem. Definitely avoid.
They seemed like half a humanoid body, all pinkish, raw-looking flesh, long arms, a rough head, in a group of seven. Nothing to do with him; they were far off. Just a reminder this was not his territory. Hed be more at home with knowing what fauna and flora he could eat or avoid in a jungle.
At last, he picked up on the enemy. Niers eyes narrowed. He spotted no less than six emplacements on cliff faces, clusters of rock that his perspective revealed to be hidden camps.
Drown me in a wine bottle. Those are defensive emplacements. I cantsee
Even his Skill didnt give him a clear view of what or who was manning the posts, but he thought he saw a ballista poking out of one. There was no help for it. Niers straightened and adjusted his course up the valley. He had spotted them; there was no way any of the six positions had a chance of seeing a Fraerling.
Have I just stumbled across a high-level [Bandit] camp? Orno. Is this the lair of the Bloodfeast Raiders? Wouldnt that be the discovery of the year!
He climbed, not jumping anymore but slogging on foot up the slope, secure in the belief his height would make him hard to spot. But wary, even so.
Just who or what was up there? He had his answer after two more hours and a tangle with two overly-large bugs. It wasnt that they tried to kill him, but he discovered they were actually dung beetles. When he realized they were ready to roll the pile of crap onto him to force the possible-threat away, he objected to their aggression. With his sword.
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The Goblin [Sniper] was not Badarrow. Rather, it was a Cave Goblin acolyte named Sharpstick, so named because he used sharpsticks as arrows. Goblin nicknames were utilitarian, unless a [Shaman] was doling them out.
He had been trained by Badarrow, though. The Cave Goblin could place a shot on a leaf a thousand feet away from the correct altitude, which was why he was here. He had substituted the old, weak bow, with a new weapon. The Cave Goblin had been dubious, but everything was changing and his class was [Sniper], not bow-person, right?
Sharpstick, possibly to be known as Theuir if he accepted the new nickname of the Flooded Waters tribes [Shaman], was conflicted about many things. His weapon, his new name which sounded a bit funny compared to Sharpstick, and his body.
Everything was changing. The Cave Goblin was now five foot six, and felt stretched. He was turning into a Hobgoblin, one of the first Cave Goblins to make the leap. It was also why hed been assigned to command of this sentry station, the outpost cleverly hidden in the cliff.
[Miner] Goblins had dug it out, and then disguised it so there was barely any visibility. Sharpstick had also covered all glints of metal, and made the other four Goblins under his command do likewise. They were all smaller, normal Goblins, armed with bows, a horn, and even a Wand of [Sand Spray], for a fast retreat. They could be running back to Goblinhome via their escape route in moments if need be, and were protected from Wyverns dropping on their heads by the rock above them.
However, the main protection was Sharpsticks new weapon. One of the Thunderbow heavy-crossbows, mounted and trained downwards, ready to ruin somethings day. He was trained with it, and could take down a Gargoyle with it, or a lesser Wyvern.
Gold-rank adventurers, too. Although theyd been safe from conflicts with them by and large so far. Sharpstick was nevertheless vigilant. Watchful. His keen eyes scanned the horizon every few minutes, as the Goblins made sign-language chatter, never speaking.
It was the first of six such watch points, preventing intruders from reaching Goblinhome. Yet for all of Sharpsticks vigilance, he never noticed the little Fraerling watching him from afar.
Niers untwisted the Ring of Greater Sight and sat down. He was well past the thousand-foot range of Sharpstick. Hed climbed until he had a vantage point of the nearest emplacement.
Goblins. Nagas help me; its a Goblin war camp!
He understood now why his sensor Skill had gone off. Goblins were not something Niers had been looking forbut he had learned they could be.
Is that a ballista? No. Crossbow. Huge one, though. Ammunitionsiron tipped. Could probably down a Level 20 [Heavy Infantry] fighter in a single hit. Single-shot kill on Level 30 if its a vital area and their armor isnt enchanted.
Niers turned his head, spying on another emplacement. Good vantage points, too. If he hadnt used his Skills, hed have had trouble spotting them. You could decimate a squadron with a small force unless they could throw a [Fireball] or similar spell in the small gaps.
Counter-strategy? [Invisibility] spell on a [Mage], single [Delayed Fireball] or similar spell. Doesnt seem like theyre using magical sensors. Even if they are, make it an [Invisibility] spell or [Camouflage] on a [Rogue] with a wand instead.
Rush the posts. They might get checked in, but storm your forces up the pass in your window. Need a mobile infantry force with a [Roughland Commander] or some equivalent. Looks like mountain, siege fighting. Heavy infantry, strong ranged archers, [Mages] with barrier spell focus.
Give him four thousand of the Forgotten Wing Companys forces and he could sweep the emplacements and the fortress beyond, despite the strong defensive work of the [Chieftain]. However, Niers was impressed. One of his students would have had a hard time cracking this fort.
This is a smart Goblin Chieftain.Could this be one of the survivors of the battle with the Goblin Lord during the siege of Liscor? It has to be. They rallied, regrouped, and leveled up. That Goblins skin tone is grey. One of those Goblins from the siege, but maturing into a Hob. Functional crossbow, albeit built of bone and sinewextremely impressive.
Reminds me of Velan.
Niers bit his lip. He had lived through one Goblin King. He stared, narrow-eyed at the Goblins fortress in the mountains beyond, hidden by the pass but illuminated by his Skills.
He was disinclined to let another Goblin King, or Goblin Lord live. He had met Velan.
Niers had even liked him. Because of that, because betrayal smarted twice over when it was someone he trusted, he would not trust Goblin promises again. However. He didnt have an army with him. If he did?
The Titan slithered down the slope, making away from this Goblins home.
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The leadership of the Forgotten Wing Company was astonished when the Goblin Lord of the growing tribe met them with a formal, sit-down dinner.
Is this not how it is done?
His name was Velan. He looked tough, and Merloc signaled to Niers that he was unsure if he could take Velan alone. Or, he signed, with the bodyguards.
If their [Juggernaut] had reservations, the [Strategist] had them. Velan looked like a Drathian expert to Niers. Or [Martial Artist]. Skills that improved natural strength, speed, and such didnt result in his physical conditioning.
The Goblin Lord was a surprise in more ways than simple etiquette. He was well-read, well-spoken, and well-mannered. Mild-mannered, even. He soothed two incidents along with Niers on the first day. Moreover, he had the answer for their problems.
Blistering sores? Pops with blood? Yes. I know. My tribeGoblins Lamenthad them two weeks ago.
Niers blinked as he, Merloc, Foliana, and Ginsa sat around. The leaders of the Forgotten Wing Company leaned forwards, eying the Goblins around Velan.
How bad is it in your tribe?
Gone.
The Goblin Lord watched the unsubtle expression on Merlocs face. The others were more practiced. No less eager, however. The Bloodpop fever was sweeping Baleros and half of his company was infected.
That was what had driven Niers to make contact with the now-infamous tribe which had smashed multiple companies sent against it. A peaceful Goblin tribe if you left them alone.
You cured it? Countless [Healers] havent found a remedy so far!
The Goblin Lord silenced the sniggering Goblin [Warriors] behind him. He nodded.
Yes. I have.
How?
Velan shrugged, looking almost amused by how upset Ginsa was.
Luck? I am better?
And you didnt share it?
Again, Velan shrugged.
No one asks Goblins for help.
Then he looked at Niers. After a moment, the Goblin Lord remarked thoughtfully.
If you ask, perhaps we can trade. [Strategist]. Will you ask and talk with this Goblin?
Unlike many, he hadnt missed who was in charge, leading in secret. Niers looked at Velan. Despite himself, he smiled. They spoke, despite the others reservations, in private, and he even shared a drink with the Goblin Lord. That was the first time they met.
Niers had liked Velan from the moment the Goblin asked if they used salad forks, within the first minute of welcoming them to his tribe.
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The Titan marched away from the Goblin camp and the decent defensive emplacements. He remembered Velan as he marched.
In time, Niers had forged an alliance of defense with the Goblins. It was not an exaggeration to say that both had risen due to their friendship.
If Niers had not sponsored the Goblins, they would never have been listed as an official Balerosian company, able to negotiate and hold land rather than be considered monsters.
By the same token, the Forgotten Wing Company had grown because time and again Velan had honored his oaths, providing medicine, cooperating on joint goals.
Before the end, Niers had even been attempting to form a Hobgoblin unit of fighters and train his forces with Velans. He had thought Velan was special, the chance to uncover the secrets of many aspects about Goblins. A worthy ally. Even a friend.
ThenVelan had slaughtered an entire city, declared himself Goblin King, killed the ambassadors of goodwill and his allies, and made war without end. Niers had seen him on the battlefield. A raving monster whose savagery deserved all of what was said about Goblins. His forces butchered civilians and surrendered [Soldiers].
What happened to you, Velan? What madness, what curse, lies upon your species?
Never again would Niers trust Goblins like that. He slid down a hill, making good speed. Vegetation was growing in this area, and while Eater Goats might rip up the roots, a lot more plant life clearly survived to reproduce.
Niers had great hopes of finding food and better shelter for the night.
He looked back just once. That Goblin sniper position was good. Niers shook his head and kept marching.
He looked back a few more times after that. Good, but not perfect. The Goblins were clustered up too much behind the giant crossbow. The outpost had clearly been excavated from the stone rather than made naturally. If so, the creators should have created an L-shaped tunnel, only reversed vertically. That meant they could hunker down if someone tried to blow their position to pieces. Youd need an exceptionally-good [Homing Fireball] specialist or a direct attack, then, and there were ways to protect against even that.
Even against magical attacks with limited magical resources of your own. They hadnt created any rock-fall or other traps for enemies climbing on them, for instance. No anti-[Rogue] mechanisms, and you could do a lot with string and a bell. Perhaps this Goblin had never gone up against [Rogues] of that magnitude.
Niers had. He had seen every way imaginable of taking and holding ground, which was why he taught students. Hed give that emplacement aC+ if it was his special class. Totally functional, great against mundane armies. Hed hold one of his best students to higher standards, though.
For a Goblin likely without any formal training? Pure talent. Wasted if not honed. Niers kept thinking of that. The talent to make a crossbow out of bones and sinew! Some kind of [Engineer]-[Strategist]? Or did the Chieftain just employ that kind of talent? He wondered
Niers was growing hungry. Lunch. He eyed the shoots of some kind of planta brighter yellow-green. Hopefully not indicative of poison. The narrow valley was a nice place in the relatively barren High Passes.
Had the Goblins maintained this? No, too far from their camps. I wonder why the Eater Goats dont consume all this? Probably too poisonous even for them. Oh well.
The Titan stopped at the edge of the first grouping of plants. He hesitated as he reached for a leaf, using his gloves, obviously.
Something
One of his Skills was going off again. This time, urgently.
Not [Dangersense]. Niers didnt have that basic Skill; it was too easy to trick. But his [Stealthguard], sovereign against ambushes and even magical camouflage, was going off.
Niers hadnt calibrated his [Foe Sensor] against anything but his usual foes from Baleros and Goblins.
He did so now, on a hunch. Avians? No. Goblins? A mess of contacts behind him. Traditional monsters? No contacts. Crelers? Nothing, thank goodness.
Insec
The entire area lit up in Niers head. He froze. The Fraerling mouthed a curse.
Slowly, very, very slowly, he tugged at the root of the leaf. Gently, gentlyhe recoiled as the root-vegetable came up. Covered in bugs.
They had infested this ground! They were eating all the plants and making their lairs here! Some were babies, the size of his hand. They got bigger, though. They squirmed as Niers leapt backwards
But didnt pursue. He breathed out, slowly, as this particular nest, one of tens of thousands, spilled out, looking for what had disturbed it. They resembled thick, squat, beetles, with terribly sharp-looking pincers. Odd patterns on their back.
Magical? He was certain they could fly, but they reminded him most of one of Baleros most dangerous predators.
Army ants. The kind that could swarm and eat you in seconds. Burn them with [Flame Wall] spells or the like.
Niers had none. However, he was making tracks the way hed come. He was fortunate that he hadnt set them off. Doubly-fortunate that his Skills could detect the threat. [Dangersense] would only help you probably as you stepped foot into this area. He knew exactly how many of those little things there were, and he was running as fast and quietly as he
Baaaah.
The Fraerling heard the sound from the side. He closed his eyes.
Please, no. Go away you stupid, stupid
An Eater Goat wandered over the edge of the valley, its roving eyes searching for food. It spotted the valley of greens and brightened up. It baahed, and the group of goats Niers had spotted with his Skill all converged.
There were probably two hundred Eater Goats, a large herd that could kill even smaller packs of Gargoyles. Theyd eat rocks if they got hungry enough, or each other, and they had amazing repopulation abilities.
They were dead. Niers backed up, looking for a way out of this death-trap as one of the Eater Goats raced downwards to be the first to eat and ripped up the rooty vegetables. It chewed down bugs and plant alike without a care in the world.
Thenthe bugs exploded out of the ground. Niers looked over his shoulder.
Nagas!
The beetles were flying. They covered the air, the startled Eater Goats, and descended, biting, consuming their prey. Niers ran for it, but the beetles were on the attack and they were devouring everything they could sense in their radius.
Everything.
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Sharpstick saw the Swarmbeetle nest erupt. He had no idea what adventurers called them. Goblins had given the name, again, out of utility.
Bad-bad bugs and Eater Goats. Many-bite death. Eating death.
He commented to the others, allowing himself the luxury as the buzz of wings and Eater Goats braying shouts filled the air. The other Goblins nodded, wincing as they saw the Eater Goat group disappear.
They went down fighting, of course. Eater Goats bit, chewing bugs furiously, fearless to the point of suicide. They never had a chance. The bugs just ate them, live, until the corpses lay, food and sustenance for a new generation. Everything nearby was also a target. The baby Armored Crawlers diedthe Goblins did not.
The nearest two outposts blocked the beetles from entering with reinforced blankets just for that purpose. A few might trickle in, but they were snacks. Althoughthose Swarmbeetles had a nasty bite. Magic ran in them thanks to those plants, and so they could actually carve up your leather armor or bite you down to the bone if you let them. Tough, too. Sharpstick shook his head.
That was all he thought about the minor incident. After allit was just the goats who died. And there were lots of goats.
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You damn goats! You stupid, empty-headed idiots! Venaz has more tact than you!
Niers bellowed as he ran. Behind him, the beetles were on the offensive. They went after the Eater Goats first, but they circled, going after anything nearby.
Him. Birds. Other rodents or animals. Niers flung himself forwards as he heard the buzz behind him. He needed
There. The opening was small, even for a Fraerling. Niers didnt care. He slashed with his sword, widening the narrow passageway. Then he put his back in the caves entrance and began to fight.
The first beetle didnt even see him. He slashed and cut it in half. Tough shell and pincers meant nothing to his enchanted artifact. He cut the next beetle the same way.
Then they flooded him.
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Crawling bodies, half his size or larger. Blank eyes. Squirming legs, everywhere. Even in death they twitched.
Jaws, biting at him. The buzz, the click of them. Small ones pushing past the bodies as the adults ate their fallen.
They were on his armor, the tiniest ones, bitinghe knocked them clear with his hand. But he never stopped stabbing, slashing.
Economical movementsthe entrance of the cave was filled with dead bodies as they pressed in. He was shouting, cutting, stomping, his armor saving all but his face from bites. But thousands of bites made even the magic weaken. The snap of their closing mandibles bruised.
Hours of fighting. And they kept coming. They couldnt get into the rocky cave, or hed be dead. He held the opening, slaughtering them as they ran onto his sword, pushing forwards. He was squeezed by the dead into the back of the stone crevasse. Only their hard carapaces formed a second wall.
Blood. Death! A war only Fraerlings would ever know.
Come on, you vermin!
Niers smashed a bug against a wall, smearing it, careless of the gore on him. His voice was hoarse. His arm felt numb, but he refused to stop slashing. He switched hands, though his left arm was just as tired.
He refused to die! Not to these bugs! Not toa face appeared in the bleeding mass of bugs. It bitNiers stabbed it through the mouth. He yanked his sword back before it could be lost; another bug tried to get at him.
The Fraerling [Strategist] didnt know itbut at some point he was laughing again.
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The onslaught of bugs lessened at some innumerable mark in the attack. They backed up, dispersed, fled back to their lairs.
Niers didnt know why. But he took the moment. He shoved past dead, stinking corpses, heard the telltale soundand grinned.
Birds.
They had noticed the swarm and now played a new part in the circle of consumption. Birds darted around, too fast and too high for the bugs to swarm, hundreds of them. Niers poked his head out of the cave as they moved closer and the bugs began to burrow, hiding from them, their bellies full.
He could stayor run. Niers eyed the birds swooping around. Not all of them were big enough to eat him, being specialized for the beetles, but there were a lot of potential killers. He thought about it, grunting.
Stinking cave, more bugs when they leaveor get torn to pieces. Great. Well, I survived the bugs without. So I suppose Ive earned this
He poked his head out the cave entrance, mouthed something. The birds cocked their headsthen opened their eyes wide. They voided their bowels, shrieked in terror, and fled.
Niers marched out of the cave, and left the damned valley of bugs behind. Just a little Skill. He hurried off, though; the fear-effect wouldnt last long. He needed to wash the stink of bug off him. He wanted a fire, food
But he was victorious. The High Passes would not best him.
That was the second day. By the eleventh, Niers had nearly passed the sprawling territory under the auspices of the Goblins and he felt like he had a clear shot at the slopes heading down to the Floodplains.
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Eleven days, six Skills. That was how many times hed used a Skill to help him navigate the terrain. Niers didnt count the accident with the Goblins.
Six was highbut it wasnt like one per day. He was doing it. Surviving. He hadnt lost his Tallguard training.
Some encounters had been close. But hed trusted to his armor, running, putting his back to stone, to survive. His sword had done the rest of the work. Even larger predators like rodents or birds gave up after he cut them a few times.
By now, Niers had improvised and restored some of his missing gear. A cloak of fur and strands of grass and plant matter kept him warm at night and added to his camouflage. He had a walking-stick to help him find his footing, and a primitive bandolier to which hed attached a few carrying items. Some dried meat, his quiver of arrows, and bow.
No people.
Niers Astoragon sat down. The inn was empty. Was thisall a trick? Had something happened? He bowed his head.
In the darkness, light pierced the gloom of the inn. Niers head snapped up. He saw adoor open across from him.
A door that had not been there a moment ago. Bright, beautiful daylight shone from within. A meadow of grass and beautiful flowers, even glowing Sages Grass beyond. A pond, a hill shrouded in mist
The Titan of Baleros stared as someone appeared in the doorway. He sawa somber Centaur push open the door. A [Mage], wearing a colorful kilt. He turned, clattering around quietly with his hooves, and offered someone a hand.
A dark-skinned Human woman with an apron stepped through. She took his hand and held it tightly. They moved back. Someone else stepped through.
AnNiers eyes widened. He almost recoiled from the image he had only seen in illustrations, by magic, from afar. An ant-like head, a beetles armored body, complete with a thick shell on the back.
Antinium. A Worker-type. His four arms were clasped, two in an odd gesture, fingers interlaced. The other two held a censer, the scent of cinnamon coming from it. His head was bowed.
Behind him, another Antinium, but far larger, upright, compared to the hunched Worker. Bits of yellow covering his armored carapace. A Soldier. He turned.
Will it fit?
I think so.
Must we do it in the common room? What if wewe hurt her?
Someone called out anxiously. A Drake hurried through, her green scales and dress the most normal thing here. A civilian, addressing the others anxiously, tail curled up.
Muffled voices. A Human [Mage] came next, shaking her head. Her hair was a bright orange, the sign of royalty. She turned back.
The Gardens got all kind of protective spells on the hilltop. We dont want anything interfering with the potion. Letswe can push together some tables.
Her voice wobbled. Niers Astoragon saw more people coming through, out of the garden. His eyes widened.
He saw a Goblin [Shaman], magical paint drawn on her skin, ushering a little white Gnoll clutching at the Drake in the dress, looking uncertain and worried.
A Hobgoblin, crimson eyes burning, aguitar?slung on his back, sword at his side, walking in after an older Dwarf, whose gnarled hands were clenched.
A blue-scaled Drake that Niers recognized, taking a position next to the Antinium.
More and more. Many species, all of whom stood in silence, waiting for something to be borne onto the four long tables they had connected. Niers saw a group of Drakes march forwards, one of the last to appear.
Out of the doorway, not thisgarden. There were eight; four of them garbed head-to-toe in powerful, enchanted armor, without gap or weakness. They stared at the Goblins and Antinium, hands on their weapons.
The Drake they escorted held a little bottle in his claws, and he wore official clothing. Niers recognized the insignia of Salazsars crest on the rich clothing.
Is theHuman ready?
He asked the crowd. Niers saw many look at each other. At last, a Gnoll wearing a servers uniform pointed.
They are bringing her, sir.
Her. Every head turned. Niers watched, bewildered.
Yet now, a dread had come upon him. Instinct, the instinct of someone who had seenscenes similar to this, intuited from the mood, the way they talked, understanding the moment, the circumstances that had led to this silent inn.
He knew, but he waited.
The last of them joined the silent gathering, forming two lines towards the table. Young man, young woman, both Human. AHumangirl with hood drawn over her head, skin palest of all here, almost as pale as the Selphid standing next to the Drowned Man and half-Giant.
The Selphid held the arm of a massive Dullahan, who had taken off his head and held it in the crook of his arm. His armor was brilliant, a silvery-white, beautifully forged. His face was somber.
Yetlonging. All of theirs were. The half-Giant stooped, leaning on his staff, looking ragged. A Drowned Man and another Selphid wearing a Gnolls body stood next to him.
So many. They would not have noticed the Fraerling, crouching behind the window planter, even if they had looked around. Their eyes were locked on what was coming.
Niers Astoragon had been looking amongst them for her. The person he had come to meet. The object of his obsessions.
The [Innkeeper]. Erin Solstice. He would have spotted her in a moment, yet she was not here. When she did arrive, he realized everything.
That he had come too late. A month too late. That his foolish wait and silly games had cost more than just him.
The Titan had arrived just in time to see them attempt to revive Erin Solstice.
The last procession marched in with her on the frozen bier. They did not hold her; rather, they carried the frozen body between them, hovering in the air. Each of the four [Mages] was ready to move, to catch her, however. They were so delicate, so careful. So
Bezale was first, the Minotauress decorated horns flashing as she bent to step through. Her robes at odds with her well-built form, fitting of a [Warrior].
The Centaur was next. He had gone to join the bearers. He trotted in, bereft of his usual cigar or any other treat, though the smell hung around him. His skin glistening with sweat, not from the strain of magic, but stress.
Third? A balding man, older than the other two [Mages], holding a grey wand. His hair tinged a more ordinary orange. The [Enchanter], Hedault, had his eyes locked on the object he followed.
The bier. Cold frost rising from the person lying on it. Someone had folded her arms around the five broken shafts in her chest. Her clothing was frozen, her lips still parted in a smile.
Niers looked at Erin Solstice as the last bearer closed the door behind him. The huge Drake, almost disturbingly muscled, held a wand carefully in his claws. Magus Grimalkins face was not exactly blank. Justconcentrating.
They were all watching. The Drakes from Salazsar stirred. The one with the bottle looked at Erin Solstice and the object he held, uncertainly.
A little undead beaver clambered up onto another window, eyes rising just high enough to peek into the inn. It missed Niers, but the two little figures observed the ritual. The
I hold the Potion of Regeneration, brought by Wall Lord Ilvriss of House Gemscale of Salazsar. By his great effort, he has obtained this relic and instructed me to use it in the revival of one Erin Solstice. If it is possible.
Potion of Regeneration. Niers started. He stared at the bottle. He realized
She has been poisoned. Will that affect thehealing? I have a Skill that could help. But it does not work. Not on Erin.
The Antinium with the clasped hands, Pawn, spoke, haltingly. The Drakes turned to him. The Rubirel Guard stared at their Antinium foe. The Drake hesitated.
Answer the question.
Grimalkin spoke, briefly. The Drake representative nodded at him.
A Potion of Regeneration should not be halted by poison. We have made inquiries from the family it was purchased from, and it is a Kemel-type potion, rated about Orichalcum-qualityby the standards of that era.
Alchemist Kemel? To my knowledge he would have a potion surpassing mundane potions. I would like confirmation. Miss Octavia?
Some of the others knew the name. The [Enchanter] turned to the [Alchemist] Stitch-Girl, her dreadlocks half-unbraided, staring with wide eyes at the potion. And Erin. She spoke, her voice uncertain.
II think so. Alchemist Kemel used his Potions of RegenerationI mean, made themduring the Creler Wars, to save lives before the mass-antidote to their poison was developed. Soit should work for Hectvals poison.
Hectval? Yet Niers wasntthinking. He, like them all, was an observer.
Very well. In that case, I would like to make the attempt. Howshall I perform it?
I can pour the potion.
Palt offered. The Drake refused.
I must not relinquish this potion to anyone, [Mage]. I am a [Safeguard Representative]; it shall not be stolen or suborned from my possession. Rest assured, I can apply a dosage.
Not all of it?
The answer came from the blue-scaled Drake. Strategist Olesm.
No. It might not work.
The air grew thicker still. At last, Grimalkin, the [Sinew Magus], spoke in a deep, authoritative voice.
We will create an opening to test this potion, Representative Melis. The wounds are centered around Miss Solstices chest. Thus, I, Enchanter Hedault, and Mage Montressa will carefully warm the afflicted region to normal. Then, you will apply the potion. Only a few drops. Three. If they do not start to affect her, we will freeze Erin Solstice once more. Is that all acceptable?
No one responded. The Antinium group bowed their heads. One began to whisper a prayer. The little Gnoll clung to the claws of the Drake in the dress and the [Shaman]. She was trembling.
Mrsha was not the only one. Everyone watched as the three most skillful [Mages] crowded around. They murmuredthe others watched. Helpless, intent, trying to see the flow of magicpraying
Niers Astoragon just sat there.
I came too late. I could have come months ago, when I knew. I could have stopped this. I
What have I been doing?
His head bowed. He stared at his stump of a leg, then the potion. It was terrible, but he wanted it. Yethe waited. They all did, as the three [Mages] cast warming spells, carefully, carefully adjusting the temperature, warming just one region of the young woman. Quickly, but not too fast to harm, or so they hoped.
The crowd watched as the Drake stepped forwards and opened the bottle. He had to murmur the release spell. The gilded bottle unsealed with a magical lock that Niers recognized. A true relic of another era. When the bottle openedhe smelled a rich, almost velvet fragrance in the air.
He felt a bleeding gum, torn by weeks without proper care, eating raw or ragged foodbegin to close. The air came alive with potential, with healing.
The air itself hummed as the Drake, with exquisite care, tipped the flask. Three drops emerged.
The air flashed. Half the room had to look away or were blinded by the glowing drops of magic. The [Strategist] with the eye patch didnt even blink.
Three drops landed on the bloody wound. The frozen flesh. So much magic, so much healing
It failed.
Of course it did. The [Necromancer] had known. Yet for those present, for Niers, the wait was too long. Each second of the minute they counted down an hour, a year.
Two minutes they waited. Thenthe [Enchanter] looked up. He stared at Grimalkin, yet even the [Sinew Magus] had let the minute stretch into two. Hedault spoke.
Two minutes and three seconds have elapsed. Magus Grimalkin. Magus Grimalkin.
Slowly, the Drake looked up. He blinkedthen moved. He looked at the three drops dribbling down the frozen flesh, onto the table. His head bowed.
The potion does not work on Erin Solstice without further measures. Magus Montressa. Prepare your freezing spells with me. On three. Onetwo
Niers watched frost recover the young womans chest. He heard the sobbing begin. Not from all. Some just stood there, shocked, hope rekindledlost. The inn seemed twice as dark. Twice as desolate.
Wemust bring her back.
It didnt work? But you said. You said
A choked voice from one of them. One of the Workers had sunk to his knees. Pawn, praying. Another person whirled. The Dwarf stomped out of the inn, without looking back.
Another person made an incoherent sound, Moore blundered for the door. Jelaqua reached for him. Others were weeping. An Antinium with a bow sat down and curled up, rocking back and forth.
Waah. Waaah. Waaah
Crying, though he could not shed tears. The Goblin with the guitar followed the frozen young woman. Many did.
Mrsha. Mrsha
Selys eyes were overflowing. She hugged the Gnoll. Mrsha was just staring at the table. They had said. They had
The guests scattered. The undead beaver turned to dust. Many fled the inn, those not seeing to Erin, as if the hell of Rhir itself had manifested in this place. Broken, lost
Something else. Something greater. The Drake representative spoke with Chaldion of Pallass, Grimalkin when he returned. He shook hands, talked with Selys, Ishkr, exchanging contact information, turned to the guards, and left the inn, head bowed.
Hope was lost again.
Yet. Somewhere else, here and not here, the [Innkeeper] woke up. And the small [Strategist], who had put his head in his hands, saw something glittering on the floor.
Three drops of precious liquid, drying in the air.
The attempt to save Erin Solstice had ended, with absolutely no gain or consequence whatsoever. Just pain, and nothing
In the silent inn, a tiny man leapt to the floor, he ran, using the crutch, hopping, his ragged armor and cloak flapping behind him. Running for the glittering spot, seeping into the floorboard.
No, no!
He flung himself down. There was only a bit of liquid left. Yet Niershe fumbled for his sword.
Please work. It has to
He drew the shortsword, slashed across the base of his healed flesh. The cut hurt, yet in the next second he was splashing the Potion of Regeneration on the wound. For a second, he only felt bloody pain. His sword was so sharp he barely felt it. Then
Agony. Niers cried out, convulsing. He fell back as flesh began to grow from the stump. Bone! His body recreating itself, shedding hair, skin particles, dirthe was laughing, sobbing.
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Mrsha was crying. She had hid rather than see Erin put back. She was sobbing into her paws, curled up in the inn. She only looked up, briefly, when she heard the faint sound.
Something was crouched over the place where Erin had been. The potion. She saw a filthy, grey-furred-thing, smaller than some of the rats, over there. She looked at it. Mrsha was too sad to kill the rat. She buried her head in her fur.
Niers Astoragon stared at his leg. He put it down, against a floorboard, and almost screamed. His skin hurt! Nowait. It was the sensation.
He had the nerves of a newborn. Like a broken arm in a cast, each touch was electric, nerves hypersensitive after so long. Yet the pain, the sensation was so good he felt tears in his eyes.
His leg was back! Notthe same. His armor was gone, obviously. As wellhis toenails were long. Curled up! And he had hair longer than that on his scalp coming from his leg!
The Potion of Regeneration. Hed trim it later. Right nowNiers ran, diving for the basement, as the first people came back. He fled down into the darkness, next to a sack of something and lay there. Panting.
I was too late.
That was all he said. Then his head lolled back. He let despair, bittersweet relief, exhaustion, overtake him.
Im sorry.
He slept.
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The next day, Niers Astoragon woke up to the sound and sensation of himself retching. He climbed out of his hiding spot on all fours and began throwing up. He dragged himself through his puke, lay there, and then curled up.
His body was burning. Whatwhat? Aftereffects of the Potion of Regeneration?
No. This feels like
Poison! Dead gods damn it
Niers spotted the paste hed run through too late. It had gotten on his bare foot, maybe parts of his clothing. He tried to crawl awaythen began throwing up again.
After finding the Children of the Grain Sack in her inns basement, Erin Solstice had begun laying down poison against insects and other pests like any sensible person did. She used the most economical ingredients; Octavia had been happy to mash up some of the seed cores from blue fruit with some other toxins.
It was a contact-poison. Rock Crabs had no way of dealing with poison, hence their extreme aversion to the stuff that would build up in their systems.
Bugs, likewise, died fast if they nibbled the little paste placed in corners of the basement and some areas. By contrast, Humans or larger species wouldnt get more than food-poisoning if they didnt wash their hands.
Rats, and mammals like Niers, could survive by expelling the poison. The Fraerling survived.
Barely. He remembered climbing into a sack of something, eatingexpelling from every orifice, realizing he had to have water. Fortunately, hed improvised crude water flasks long ago and drained them, praying it was enough.
He wasnt sure how long he lay, shivering, burning, covered in sweat, as his body tried to detoxify itself. It could have been a day or longer. All he knew was that when he woke up, caked in filth and barleyhe was in a sack of barleysomething was sniffing around him. A large something.
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Mrsha stared at the bit of poison next to the carefully sealed sack. One did not get into the other, obviously, but something had been here. Not a rat, or she thought she would have found the corpse.
Yet, had it gone into the sack? She eyed it, wondering if it was a Shield Spider or something icky. She definitely smelled some poo-yuck in the air. And if there was a dead something in the sack, possibly with Octavias poison in it, Imani would want to throw it out.
Mrsha concentrated on this, rather than the sadness of everything. Two days had passed since thefailure. Selys, Ulvama, and the others had kept Mrsha from wallowing. Ulvama the most effectively, it had to be said. Sensing Mrshas grief and knowing she didnt need to be happily cheered up all the time like the other fools, she had promptly smacked Mrsha on the head and let the Gnoll fight her.
Enough for Ulvama to need a potion afterwards. Mrsha had started crying and apologized. Well, two days since that.
Hunting rats was all she could do. Mrsha stared at the grain sack. Slowly, she noted the undone drawstrings.
Yup, yup. Imani would definitely want Mrsha to get rid of this. Plus, get rid of the entire barley sack. She always made sure her food ingredients werent contaminated. Mrsha opened the sack.
Little, brown seeds stared up at her. Pearl barley, a lot of it that some stupid rodent had decided to foul up! Mrsha glowered. This was good food! Now it all had to go since the rat had pooed in it and dragged the poison with it without having the decency to die somewhere else.
She smacked the top of the barley, hoping it would scare the creature out. Mrsha had less ethics about the slaughter of rats. They were not, as Numbtongue had pointed out, analogous to Goblins. They were rats. They got into things and they deserved to die.
Not suffer. No, not suffer. That was cruelty. But Mrsha would put the rat out of its misery or just toss it out of the inn. Nalthaliarstrelous had taught her that. Sometimes even [Druids] had to curb bad populations like the Shield Spiders. Kindness, though. Only do what was necessary.
Mrsha the Merciful Rat Slayer waited, and saw some of the grain shift.
Aha, you are in there. She sighed. WellMrshas paw darted into the barley and she grabbed, fishing around. No? Nothere! Got you, you stupid
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Niers ran his shortsword through the paw. He snarled and the paw jerked back. A wailing sound came from above him and whatever the hell it was ran off, making a distressed sound.
Bloody, cursing, he lay there, then extracted himself from the barley sack.
Damned dogs! What the hellthe hell
Snarling, savage, half-dead from poison, the Fraerling hopped up the stairs. Like a feral thing, he stumbled across the inn, sword still bloody, ready to kill anything in his way. Kitchenhe needed water. He needed
Drops of blood led away from him. Niers reached the kitchen, found some of the water, some food in a cupboard and lived. Only later did he realize hed stabbed a child.
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Mrsha ran on two legs, sobbing, holding her paw out. Ulvama sighed and rolled over when she saw Mrsha burst into her room. It was early morning.
Go away, crying little baby-Mrsha.
She muttered. But the Gnolls voice was plaintive. She couldnt speak, yetUlvama smelled blood and looked up sharply.
Hurt paw? Get potion of healing, stupid!
She snapped. Mrsha pointed. Shed tried! But the hole in her paw hadnt closed! The mouse had bit through her paw somehow, and it wasnt healing!
The [Shaman] sat up. She stared as Mrsha pleadingly held out the bottle, one of many emergency potions stashed around the inn. She dropped some liquid in and saw the same damn thing as the frozen Human.
Huh. This poison?
Mrsha shook her head. She didnt think so. Ulvama sniffed. Neither did she. She scratched her head as Mrsha whined. That got on her nerves, so Ulvama found her staff, and bonked Mrsha on the head.
Stop snivel. Pain goes away!
Mrsha started crying more. She wanted niceness! Not
She lowered her good paw from her bonked head. And stared at her bloody paw. The pain was gone! Ulvama snorted.
Nowcome with. Hurry! Hold paw so dont bleed on floors. Gets lots of ants that way.
She ushered Mrsha towards her work station. Octavias shop, rather. Ulvama saw the Gnoll obediently holding her paw tightly, but not feeling the pain. The [Shaman] investigated.
Hmm. Strange. Super-rat? Super-magic rat with enchanted teeth? Why go through paw? What did it look like?
Mrsha didnt know! She danced on her feet, begging Ulvama to fix it and then ask questions! Even if it didnt hurt now, she didnt like holes in her paws!
To the [Shaman]s puzzlement, it was like treating aninjury caused by an enchanted weapon. That was her analogy; a higher-grade magical wound that potions couldnt just heal up.
Not Evercut. You lucky. Bad poke, though. Cant fix fast. Here. Hold still
She mixed up a blood-stopping poultice, then expertly-bound Mrshas paw. Crestfallen, the Gnoll stared at Ulvama. The [Shaman] pointed.
Dont walk on paw. You rest. Stay away from bad rat. Where?
Mrsha showed her, toddling on two feet. But of course, the rat was gone and Mrshas blood was too strong for her to get a solid lock on the rat. Ulvama hmmed, frowning.
Super-rats. Not Creler or little Gnoll loses entire limb. I put down little pest-traps. Okay? You rest paw.
Mrsha nodded. She went and got Rose to cuddle her and play movies while exclaiming over her poor paw. But now it was personal. It waswar!
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Niers Astoragon nearly walked into the first rune-trap. He backed off from it and swore.
Do they have killer-rodents here or something? Dead fucking gods!
Hed nearly died twice this morning. First that childhe felt guilty about it, but hed acted on instinct, thinking it was a dog, reminded of the Razorbeak. The second time, hed nearly died getting food.
Something was off with the cupboards in the kitchen. He hadnt noticed the grain sack, but the cupboard door had shut while he was grabbing some weird triangle of food. The next thing Niers had known, hed been squashed against half a dozen dishes, nearly compressed into nothing!
Holding effect. Those damn
Shakily, Niers had extricated himself. It didnt kill you unless there was no space. Rather, the enhanced compartments just reverted back to normal when a living thing fully entered it. Hands were fine; hed used a fork to grab another morsel of food. The grain sack hadnt killed him because it was exactly as large as it needed to be, so when the effect wore off, nothing happened.
On the other hand, the cupboard had smashed all the food in it to pieces, pottery and a mush of food. Imani lost about twenty dishes, much to her displeasure.
Weve got mice!
She informed Palt, snapping as she cleaned up the mess. The Centaur sighed.
I know. Mrsha got bit by one, apparently.
Well? Cant you get rid of them?
What? Im not a [Rodent Bard]. I can lay down a few spells
That would be helpful, Palt, my beautiful, gallant Centaur.
She batted her eyes a few times at him, and then gave him a pointed look. The Centaur backed up.
Erwhy dont I do just that?
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Niers was being hunted. It was like a game ofcat and mousein a labyrinth full of traps. Physical ones, that damned poison on the ground, and magical runes cunningly disguised.
All meant for rats, true, but they were nasty. The Centaur had laid down simple ones, like repulsion, ones that ensnared you with a bit of webbing, and so on.
The Goblin [Shaman] did not believe in non-lethal rodent spells. Niers had tossed a little pebble onto one and watched a miniature [Flame Strike] spell billow into the air, or the equivalent for him.
A few days had passed since his poisoning. He was recovering from that and his sojourn abroad, still.
The worst had come to pass. He had seen Erin Solstice. Nowhe just wanted to go home. He had no idea if she could be cured, but if she could, it would only be with the Forgotten Wing Companys resources.
Yet getting home was a bigger challenge if Erin Solstice wasnt here for him to make contact with. He was trying to get ahold of one of the Minotauress [Message] scrolls to send a message back to Baleros.
Without revealing himself. Niers had considered it and disregarded the action immediately. He had been willing to trust Erin Solstice. Perhaps there were trustworthy individuals in the inn.
However, he knew Wistram when he saw it. And he trusted all three [Mages] as far as he could throw them. Moreover, even if they were all on a level, theyd be slaughtered by the [Bounty Hunters] and adventurers coming after his bounty. Assuming Niers was waiting here for extraction, this inn might see sieges like six Gold-rank teams joining to claim him.
Far more than the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings could survive. Niers had gotten a lay of the inn, by now, the occupants, such as they were. They were all fairly easy to avoid, with two exceptions.
The traps laid downand that damned child.
She had a better nose than the other Gnolls in the inn by far. Niers had found soap and water and cleaned himself, and thus most of the Gnolls would never notice his small scent.
Yet Mrsha had a younger Gnolls nose, and she held a grudge. On her still-healing paw, she was tracking Niers every second she had free.
Evil mice! She hadnt seen Niers, except with his cloak on. Twice, shed spotted him and hed managed to escape, mainly by finding a small space, then tossing some ground hot pepper spice into her face and running.
Niers had no desire to kill children. But that little Gnoll was persistent! Worse, shed begun carrying around something in addition to her wand: a hammer. She wasnt going to risk the rat biting her again.
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The game of Fraerling-and-Gnoll ended in a surprise draw. Mrsha was tracking the mouse again, after her shopping trip with Ulvama in the city that had been so boring. She had her little hammer shed borrowed from Kevins room ready. Ready for the smack!
She was sure she was hot on the heels of the evil mouse. Mrsha crept forwards. Sniffingsniffingthen she scented something sharp in the air. Iron
Blood. She halted. She was heading down the second-floor hallway. She saw a yawning adult pass by. Mrsha waved at Bezale as she and Montressa went out, working on that blood bank thing.
Erhello.
The Minotauress muttered, eying Mrsha and the hammer. But she made no comment. Non-Minotaur children were strange. She strode after Montressa. Mrsha sniffed around.
Yes, just aheadshe hesitated as she came to a closed door. This was Bezales room? She hesitated, looked over her shoulder. Wellthe Minotauress wouldnt mind. Mrsha was on a mission from Mrsha! She pushed open the door and found her quarry.
At first, Mrsha thought shed gotten it wrong. She looked into the room, but felt like the trail ended at the door. It was only when she was leaving when she foundhim.
A tiny little man lay against a wall, bleeding. He had a cloak of fur and stuff that might look like a rat at first glance. Ragged armor, a sheathed sword at his side. He had what had been a salt-and-pepper beard and trimmed hair, now gone wild after days in the wilderness.
Indeed, he looked closer to a true savage than any Plains Gnoll. Desperate, surviving without any help or friends. But that was not the shocking thing.
The shocking thing was the blood. His left arm was twisted up, bone peeking through flesh. And one leg looked bad too. Mrsha stared.
Niers had gotten into Bezales room. But hed been too slow. The Minotauress had, in opening the door, caught him. Slammed him right into the wall with the careless force ofa tall person.
Rgh. NotnotMinotaurs!
Niers didnt know if he was saying it. He was trying to move. He sensed the Gnoll staring down at him. He wanted to draw his sword. He wasnt thinking. Justkill or be killed! He slashed with his good arm. Blacked outlike this? Not even a Razorbeak? A door? A d
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Niers woke up with a gasp. He felt something soft, smothering, retreat quickly. He felt a cool liquid, a familiar sensation.
Healing potion. He grabbed for his sword by reflex. The little paw retreated. Niers looked around.
Wh
Mrsha stared down at Niers gravely. The little Fraerling was in her and Lyonettes room, lying on the cloth and healing supplies shed grabbed. She was trying to gently dab his bloody body with some healing potion daubed onto a bit of cotton. Niers regained consciousness, looked at her.
The little Gnoll retreated a step, but her eyes were locked on the tiny man. Fascinated. He stared at his legit hadnt been broken or dislocated, but the skin had been torn. Healing. His arm
Mrsha slowly tipped more of the half-empty potion bottle down. Liquid pooled and she pressed the bloody cotton ball into it. She reached out to touch his arm.
Stop!
His voice was ragged with pain. Mrsha jerked back. Niers grabbed at his arm. He modulated his tone. The sudden shock of beingrescued faded. He spoke, gritting his teeth.
Not like that. My arms broken. It needs to be set. Youll heal it wrong.
She nodded wide-eyed. Mrsha hesitated, scampered for the door. Ulvama!
Stop. Dontdont tell anyone. I just need
Niers was feeling at the bone. Hed set countless bones for healing in his time. He gritted his teeth.
You seethe bone? I just need to push it in. Here. Just
He saw Mrsha come back over. Niers, gasping, looked around.
Thatthat. Put that right here. I need a solid surface.
She slowly edged the potion bottle over. He put his arm against it. Justapply
He blacked out for a second with the pain. His bones moved and Mrsha flinched. The tiny little man made a sound, but he was moving his broken arm into place.
I need a drop of potion. A tiny bit. One bit at a time.
He panted at her. Mrsha looked around, and then desperately ran downstairs. She came back up with a spoon and put some potion into it. Niers splashed his arm as he set the bone. It looked rightfelt right
He was sweating when it was done. His arm? He could flex his hand. But the potion wasnt highest-grade.
I need a sling. Cloth. A stick.
The girl ran to get him what he asked for. She watched as he made a sling for himself, bracing his arm so it wouldnt move. He cut it with his swordher eyes focused on thatand slung it around his neck.
That done, Niers Astoragon sat back. Sweating with pain. His face was pale, but he was alive. Dead gods. Hed nearly died when that clod-footed Minotaur had slammed the door into him when remembering shed forgotten her damned bag of holding!
Fraerlings died in stupid ways like that. Run over, stepped on
I hate doors. I hate doors so damn much.
He panted. A big, furry head of white fur nodded gravely. Mrsha too had suffered the slings and arrows of someone opening a door on your face. Niers looked up at her.
For the first time, Fraerling and Gnoll met each others eyes. All the animosity of hunter and hunted turned intopuzzlement. Niers looked at the girl, who had rescued the not-mouse the instant she had seen him. Mrsha, for her part, was astounded.
They had tiny people infesting the inn! Imani was going to be so mad about this.
Imthank you.
He panted at her. She nodded again. Mrsha saw his face contort in confusion. Reminded, she felt at her belt for her handy-dandy
Aha! She pulled out the quill, a bit of parchment, and wrote.
Youre very welcome, sir. I am sorry you got hurt. My name is Mrsha, it is very nice to meet you.
Niers read it aloud. A polite little greeting from Mrsha, courtesy of Lyonettes tutelage. He blinked at her.
White fur. Gnoll. Already interesting. Cant speak? He nodded, slowly.
Thank you. Mrsha? My nameis Niers Astoragon. Do youknow who I am?
Eyes went wide. A mouth opened so wide, Niers could have hopped in. Mrsha began to write. This time she had only one word.
Titan?
Yes.
Eyes as round as could be. The Gnoll stared down at Niers. She had seen him on the scrying orb! But he looked bigger then! Niers coughed.
His mind was moving fast and slow. Sluggish from pain and healing. He nodded.
Thats right. Imfar from home. I got into trouble. Dangerous people are after me, understand? Pleasedont tell anyone Im here. Understand? Not one person.
He looked at her, trying to convince her of the seriousness of this.
Many, many dangerous people would do anything to reach me. For everyones safety. You understand?
She nodded, slowly. Mrsha the Super Secretive stared at the Titan of Baleros, whose name was almost as cool as hers. A living legend. The Fraerling smiled.
Just give me a second to restIve had a bad week.
Then his head lolled back. He passed out. Mrsha looked around. She slowly picked him up and looked around. Wh-what was she supposed to do?
Mrsha the Adventurer was one thing, but this was big. Did she tell someone? But he just said not to! She hesitated. He couldnt stay here. What if Ulvama sat on him with her giant green butt? Then the Titan of Baleros would be dead and it would be all Mrshas fault!
There was only one conclusion. She scampered into the [Garden of Sanctuary] and flagged Apista down. The bee was buzzing across the top of the dome.
This is no time for games, Apista! Were in serious poo! Maximum poo! Look!
Mrsha tried to convey this as best as she could. The bee buzzed around Niers, who was cradled in Mrshas paws. Tinier than even Apista! Mrsha ran over to the Fortress Beavers. They grunted as she explained.
No one step on him. Im going to put him here, okay?
She carefully brought the bit of cloth, some of the potions in case he wanted them, and an entire quiche and a flask of water into a little section where few people went. The jungle-biome, where not even Numbtongue would go. He was here, of course, but hadnt noticed Mrsha. He justsat there.
Mrsha squirreled Niers into a little holding spot as Apista saluted her with one antennae. Shed keep this strange little person safe! Mrsha scampered back, mind racing.
The Titan! In her inn! Had he come to beat up someone? Didnt he have an army? She had to tell someone! But Lyonette, the only person Mrsha would super-trust, wasnt here. And Erin
Tell Ulvama? But Niers said not to. He was the Titan. Mrsha wasnt sure, so she ran about, grabbing things he might need, anything she could think of. Also, she begged Joseph to take her back into Liscor so she could look up news about the Titan! Who was in her inn!
I dont know whats gotten into her, sorry.
Joseph told the [Scribe] at the Mages Guild as Mrsha held out the request. The Drake chuckled indulgently.
Not to worry. I bet shes heard. Fan of the Titan, are you? Let me just pull up all the latest news. Have you heard, sir?
Heard what?
Joseph was fascinated to learn the same thing as Mrsha about the Titan and Peclir Im. He paid for printed copies.
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The [Scribe] massaged his writing hand after accepting payment for the brief work. He turned as his superior bustled over as Mrsha and Joseph began to leave.
Did someone investigate the Titan of Baleros? Were supposed to make a note.
Just that little girl over there.
Oh.
The [Mage] hesitated. He eyed Mrsha, then shook his head, sighing.
Thats for search requests on the bounty. Notchildren. Never mind. But make a note of anyone else, understand?
Got it.
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Mrsha had gotten back and was spreading out the Mages Guild news about the Titan. Missing! Bounty! Eight hundred thousand gold pieces alive?
Mrsha the Bounty Huntershook her head. She sat there, quivering with excitement. She barely noticed the nice Dullahan [Mage] come in, ask about Montressa, Bezale, walk about the inn. She was scampering over for lunch when Montressa and Bezale walked back in.
Ah, Mage Montressa. Mage Bezale.
The two froze as the Dullahan stood up. Mrsha hesitated, waving her papers at Ulvama, who didnt care. The [Shaman]s eyes narrowed. Montressa went for her bag of holding. The Shock Orb, her staff.
High Mage Merzun!
Correct.
The Dullahan pointed, and a flash blew both [Mages] off their feet. Ulvama leaptand the [Paralysis] spell hit her in the chest. More pre-prepared spells began firing off as Mrsha fled under the table.
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It was today. The air was hot. Mrsha cowered under the table. The Dullahan glanced at her as Mrsha crept forwards.
I dont want more casualties. Little girl, put that down. It wont do you any good, anyways.
Mrsha froze. One of Numbtongues paranoia-crossbows was in her paws, having come out of a trick floorboard. She put it down. Merzun glanced around, her head still rotating
Fire struck her shield. Ulvama pulled herself upright. The [Shaman] snarled, creating another ball of fire. She lobbed it and it burst across the barriers, blazing bright, liquid fire
I am being indulgent. Must I cripple someone to make my point? [Force Bolts Volley].
A stream of those intangible bolts shot towards Ulvama. Mrsha cried out soundlessly. The [Shaman]weathered the storm.
Her magical paint flared bright and then turned grey, flaking off her body. A dozen spells struck her harmlessly. She spat, and hurled the tankard. It bounced off the shield, and Merzun reflexively recoiled as liquid evaporated on her shields. Ulvama was already leaping.
A wall of vines rose around the Dullahan! She blasted it with fire, impatiently, but Ulvama was gone when she looked around.
[Detect Magic]. [Bound Spell Paralysis Bolt].
The [High Mage] glanced around. Ulvama crouched behind a table until the eyes fixed on her. The [Camouflaged] Goblingrinnedas the gaze swept past her.
How?
Ulvama shot out from cover again as Numbtongue got to his feet with a roar. She sprayed black liquid into the air, reaching for her staff. Merzuns line of sight was blocked. She missed the bolt as Numbtongue dodged. The Goblin swung his sword
It sheared through one barrier, and then was repulsed. Before he could swing again, or Ulvama use a stronger spell, Merzun shouted.
Enough! [Spell Swarm]!
She put her hands together. Mrsha saw half a dozen spells, Tier 1 and Tier 2, hit Numbtongue in the chest. He went over backwards and she screamed.
Ulvama was next. The Hobgoblin shielded herself, but the spells wore out her magical protections. Both Goblins lay on the ground, charred flesh smoking as Merzun looked around.
Enough. Where are the other two?
She floated over to Montressa. The [Mage] croaked.
Gone. Leave them alone, Merzun! Liscor wont stand for this. The Antinium
Hear nothing. If you are counting on that Centenium, I will not be here. Youre telling the truth. Where are they?
She was interrogating Montressa. Kevin, Joseph, Imani, they were going to be stolen! Mrsha left out Troy and Leon. Bird was still lying, unable to shake [Paralysis] by himself. Someone had to do something! Someonethis big, stupid, Dullahan Wistram-[Mage] wasnt allowed to do this! It wasnt right!
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He agreed. The Fraerling was still weak. He hadnt been out long. His arm still ached in the sling. But the frantic bee had woken him. He limped out of the [Garden of Sanctuary], towards the little Gnoll.
Girl. Girl, listen.
The [High Mage] hadnt noticed them. A damn [High Mage]? No wonder shed walked all over this inn. None of them could match a ten-level difference with that kind of magical output.
And yetNiers just stared at the Dullahan. His eyes narrowed.
Mrsha.
She jerked. She was quivering on the ground. Niers whispered into her ear, so that Merzun couldnt notice him even if her head spotted her on its orbit.
That Dullahan is going to abduct the others unless we do something. Shes imprisoned this inn; no one can get in even if they notice. Listen. I need you to help me. I can stop her.
Mrshas eyes were round. She was terrified. Was that Hobgoblin her guardian? Niers remembered the reports, but not a female Goblin. He pointed.
That crossbow. I cant lift it. But you can. I just need you to shoot her.
Mrsha looked horrified. Niers clarified.
In the leg. Arm. You dont have to kill her.
Hed meant kill her. But hed forgotten his audience. The little Gnoll hesitantly stared at the crossbow. Niers reassured her.
You dont even need to hit her. Justclose by. Got it? Trust me. It will save everyone.
She shook her head, gesturing to the magical barriers layered around Merzun. Niers nodded.
I know she has shields. Listen. Trust me. Im the Titan.
Mrsha the Archer looked at Niers. She looked at Merzun, at Montressa, gasping answers, Numbtongue, still trying to get up. She took a breath.
Little girl. I would not do that.
Merzun spoke. Montressa jerked. Even pressed against the floor, she could see Mrsha, sideways to her, aiming the crossbow with shaking paws at Merzun. The Dullahan woman didnt look concerned.
Her armor was a flashy gemstone-inlaid-into-ceramic armor that could probably stop a weak crossbow bolt. However, the real protections were the layers of shields.
Put that down. Children should not be wielding crossbows. Where is her guardian? I should take her with the others. Mage Montressa?
Merzun almost sounded concerned. Montressa whispered.
Leave her alone.
Then stop obstructing me. Why do the Gnolls have Miss Rose? Little girlI am warning you. You do not want to make me angry, do you?
Mrsha was sighting down the crossbow.
Dont. Run and get help. The garden! Get outside and
Bezale barked, and then cut off. Merzun saw the open door to the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Her fingers twitched and her wand-arm raised.
Child, I am going to bind you. Put the crossbow down and come over here. You wont be hurt. Understand? Come over here. Now? Dont
The little Gnoll hesitated. She glanced down, then her features firmed. She aimed and pulled the trigger.
The crossbow fired. The bolt loosed. Merzuns brows crossed, but she didnt bother to dodge.
Niers Astoragon used his greatest Skill. He pointed, and activated it. The Skill he had earned from killing the [Gambler of Fates]. His last capstone.
A Skill to break any foe to pieces. Even the King of Destruction.
[Battlefield: Even Ground No Magic, No Luck, No Skills, Only Strategy].
Across the ground, High Mage Merzuns magic abruptly turned off. She began to drop. Her eyes went wide.
The crossbow bolt punched into her foot, through ceramic. She hit the ground, her head smacking into the floorboards. Niers smiled as the magic suppressing half the people in the inn winked out.
[Flame Bolt]!
Montressa shouted. She pointed, but nothing happened. No Magic.
[Piercing Shot].
Bird raised his arrow, but hesitated as he sensed no Skill activating. No Skills.
No luck, either. For five minutes, you were just what you were. Only strategy. Even Tulm feared that Skill. Bird still drew back on the bow; he needed no Skills to hit his mark.
Stop! Stop!
Palt shouted. He was getting to his feet. He knocked Birds aim loose. Mage Merzun? She was screaming in pain.
My foot! Howhow
Mrsha had fled into the [Garden of Sanctuary]. She peeked out, wide-eyed as the bleeding Dullahan woman flailed. Bezale grabbed her and checked her body into the ground.
It was over. Niers peeked out behind Mrshas ear. Hed just hit the people in the inn, not the inn itself. Hed had a hunch they might kill the [High Mage] if freed. Sure enough, hed been wise to extend the radius.
On second thought, it was bad for a [High Mage] of Wistram to drop dead in this inn. He carefully whispered to Mrsha.
Now, listen
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A Tier 6 Spell? [Magic Null]?
Mrsha the Glorious Magus nodded a few times. Montressa and Bezales mouths opened and closed a few times.
There is no way she can cast that.
There was a book
Ishkr shut his mouth fast as everyone looked at him. Niers wiped sweat from his brow. He nudged the bee, crowding the beam where he was hiding.
Get lost!
The giant Ashfire Bee stared at him, hurt, and trotted a ways away. That wasnt the point, anyways. Niers listened.
High Mage Merzun was captive. She had anti-magic cuffs on her, the same restraints brought to capture Pisces, ironically. Montressa, Bezale, Palt, and the others were debating what to do with her.
If we hand her over to Zevara, Wistram will bail her out.
Not Zevara. She wont budge.
Then it is war. Let me go. I dont know how that child learned such magic, but she is coming with me. Those Earthers too. Wistram knows where I am. It is well you did not slay me. Do not make your situation worse.
Mage Merzun was amazing. She had the gall to act as if she still held all the cards, even now. Worseshe was sort of right.
Sort of. Wistram was a big force. On the other hand? Ulvama whirled her staff and smacked Merzun on the head.
The [High Mage] made a pained sound. Ulvama smiled.
Lets beat her up. Then decide.
She looked at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin was murderous.
No, shes right. Shes a [High Mage]. She might be able to blast her way out of prison unless Hexels upgraded it. Only a [Grand Magus] and the Archmages stand above her.
Palt was the voice of reason. He looked around, not exactly calm, but seeing more clearly. He looked at Merzun, shook his head, and turned to the others.
We have to let her go.
Let her go? Shell just come back again! Lets give her to Chaldion in Pallass!
Joseph snapped back. Palt shook his head.
No, and no. I suggest we tell Chaldionand Magus Grimalkin what happened. And Xrn.
Xrn will eat you.
Bird whispered to Mage Merzun. Her restrained body and head both tried to roll away from the baleful [Hunter]. Palt shook his head.
If Mage Merzun wants to stick around for all three to object to herand Watch Captain Zevarashe can. This is a matter for Liscors Council. We do not want to be caught up in it.
But they know were here.
Kevin looked at Merzun. She was eying him likeTroy and Leon and Imani too. Palt nodded slowly.
Yes. Well have to prepare for that. Merzun dying here is not wise, though. Shes part of the Revivalists. Archmage Nailihuaile wont reactwell. She can be vindictive. Montressa, Bezale, back me up. Mons?
The [Aegiscaster] wasnt responding. She just sat.
Im exiled? I
One of you is speaking sense. Let me go. As for Mage Montressa, it wasnt my fault. Stop that! You disgusting creature!
Ulvama had blown her nose and was wiping the tissue on Merzuns armor. The Hobgoblin [Shaman] somehow knew exactly how to offend Dullahans the worst.
The others argued. Niers knew the Centaur was correctat least for now. Wistram would not give up. Those Earthers? Earthers? His mind was racing. Wistram was ahead of him. They had been for months.
Those Earthers were now on a shortlist, unless other factions in Wistram would protect them. Merzun was only the start.
Mind youif this was his company and Merzun had tried it on his territory, she might not have been in this situation. Yet The Wandering Inn was not prepared to fight Wistram like a Great Company.
It did have Niers Astoragon. Mrsha glanced up at him and he waved for her to pretend he wasnt there.
Ill talk to Ullsinoi. We needthe Revivalists would have gotten all of them. Thats an inter-academy conflict youve begun, High Mage.
Palt was glancing at Merzun. She stared at him stonily.
The [Innkeeper] is dead, Magus Palt. Similarly, there is no time for dissident factions.
I would say the dissident faction is the one clearly grabbing power here, High Mage.
He replied, putting a cigar in his mouth.
Enough. If shes not being beaten up, I want her gone.
The harsh voice came from Numbtongue. Niers blinked. The Hobgoblin pointed his sword at Merzun. She eyed him, wisely keeping her mouth shut.
Mage. You come backyou die. Next time, you die. Anyone who tries, [Mage], Archmage, anyone. Understand?
Iunderstand. I will pass your message on to my faction.
He glared. The others looked at each other.
Well, lets roll her into Invrisil I guess. Tell Grimalkin to come over first?
Sounds like a plan.
As Bezale bent to grab Merzuns body, she spoke up.
Wait. I meant what I said.
The others looked at her. The [High Mage] glowered around, then her eyes focused on the Earthers.
You dont have to stay here. Come to Wistram. We can protect you. Or have you not seen how dangerous the world is? We have many, many of you there. You can live in safety and luxury. I cannot force you, but surely you must agree.
The Earthers looked at her. Kevins eyebrows were in his hair. Joseph just turned away.
I need a drink. This is a good excuse, right?
Imani glared from behind Palt. Even Troy held up two emphatic fingers. No one looked twice at Merzun, even the Brothers were clearly thinking that this was not an honest woman and trying to figure out how to stop someone before they entered the hallway. The truth spellsthe inn had to be reopened.
Alright, rolling time. Miss Ulvama, please stop that.
Ulvama was now drawing graffiti on Merzuns back with some extremely hard-to-remove paint. Ishkr had already run to get Grimalkin, Bird to find Xrn.
Ill go.
A quiet voice spoke up as Merzun was hoisted up. Heads turned.
Leon stood there. He didnt look at the others.
Leon, are you nuts?
No, Im not. I hate it here. Everyone else has something, I dont. So Ill go. This innyou know what? Fuck this inn, you too, Kevin. Im out.
Leon looked around, shaking with nerves and anger. The others looked at him. Even Troy, who had his purpose. Numbtongue stared at Leon, and jerked his foot up.
Okay. Two go. Get lost.
He walked past Leon as the young man lay on the ground, clutching at his groin.
So, and so. Niers couldnt speak to the wisdom of the decision. Nor was the [Strategist] able to make a decision based on his knowledge.
After all the commotion had ended, he rode the Ashfire Bee into the [Garden of Sanctuary]. She buzzed around, and a little Gnoll met them by the hilltop. Niers dismounted, and Mrsha carried him up.
Ah.
He stopped in front of the frozen bier. Niers stared down at Erin Solstice. He stood there, for a long moment. Mrshas head bowed, yet she darted glances at the Titan.
Realer than life. Smaller than his legend. The Fraerling [Strategist] stood there, head bowed. At last, at lasthe looked at Mrsha.
No tears in his eyes. Justtired. He looked at the young Gnoll, and then breathed out.
If I can, I promise you, Ill do something. Everythings fallen apart. Can I ask you to help me put it back together?
Mrsha looked down. The Fraerling man held out a hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached out. Niers touched the first living being, the first person he hadnt tried to kill or who had tried to kill him in a month, and gently shook her paw.
Far from home. Bereft of gear, but with all his Skills and experience. Ally? One white Gnoll. One Ashfire Bee. Advantages? No one knew where he was. Disadvantages? Everyone knew where he was.
The Titan smiled. He did like a challenge.
Authors Note: Back when I first offered Niers in the first Volume 8 poll, I made a mistake. I offered Niers, but I later realized that it was a dark, depressing chapter for the start of Volume 8, especially since it wasnt all this. This is 2, maybe 3 chapters and plotlines compressed.
Did it work? Did you enjoy it? Did you see the hints?
Well, I hope so. This is my last chapter before my break, but I will be back on the 30th! Soyes.
Also, Rebecca Brewer will be doing a Q&A on Sunday, at 6 PM EST, in the #publishing channel on Discord! Be there! Her interview is also up; if you didnt see the link at the top of the chapter!
Thanks for reading. I must rest. I must rest, because this has been a tiring month! But I hope you enjoyed the chapters and editing and so on, and Ill see you after only a weeks break! Icould use a longer one. Bye for now!
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