Book 8: Chapter 15

Book 8: Chapter 15

(Iron Prince by Bryce OConner and Luke Chmilenko has just been released as an audiobook! Also by Podium; consider giving it a try if youre out of chapters of The Wandering Inn!)

When he first arrived here, he thought it was a glorious adventure.

Of course, hed been confused, scared, intimidated by a world apart. Yetdidnt everyone dream of falling into a story? If not a book, then a movie, a video game? Like many people, he had thought, if it were me, Id not make that mistake, or Id have done this.

I would love to have that chance. I should love to be a hero. Because, surely, I can do it better.

In truth, his perspective was that of most of the people who had come here. He had been disabused of the notion.

Not right away. Still, Joseph remembered his rude awakening. Unlike Imani, it had been when he finally got his chance. After being an involuntary house guest of Magnolia Reinhart, they had been able to become adventurers. He had been armed with enchanted gear, escorted even, to fight monsters.

It was as Joseph tried to hack apart a giant centipede, seeing the flailing legs wriggle horribly even on the bisected parts, blood covering his legs and boots, hearing the sounds his sword made as it lodged in its squirming insides, trying to saw it in half, that the dream ended. Combat was hacking apart people with sharp weapons, not glorious, flashing swords and the thrill of battle.

Magic was studying.

People died. Sometimes in moments, horribly.

And they wondered why he started drinking. Disillusionment had sunk over most of the Earthers that Magnolia Reinhart had relinquished to Ryoka Griffin. They had been useless, worthless, not even strictly worth the effort of holding onto and feeding.

This had been a truth until he met Erin Solstice and seen that it wasnt this world that was too difficult, too gritty and real, it was just him.

Despair twice. However, somehow, time and a bit of kindness, a bit of willingness to help and see potential had seen Joseph kicking a football around on the grass. Thus, his mundane ability to play his favorite sport turned magical. That was Erin Solstices magic.

Now she was dead. If there was a moral to the story, Joseph Ortega didnt see it. Take away that last bit and it was a hopeful, wonderful story. He woke up, head pounding, sweating and entangled in his sheets, dreaming the centipedes were after him and hed lost his sword. He sat up, as sunlight streamed through the window. It cast a diagonal line across his torso, warming him. The light wood floorboards and walls, light blue curtains next to the expensive glass windows and wooden shutters were nothing like his home on Earth.

It was exceedingly comfy, of course. The mattress wasnt spring, but it was stuffed. Joseph had a carpet hed actually been given, with a wave-pattern around the edges and a stylized Human kicking a football in the center.

Actually hand-woven, a gift. His table and the dresser both held souvenirs, a few cardboard autograph pads, an empty bottleand the hangover cure potion Joseph went for first. He sat, staring at a map of the known world hed tacked to one wall, and an advert.

Think you can kick a ball? Try out for Liscors Soccer Team today! The Flood Crabs are holding tryouts!

He had carefully crossed out soccer and replaced it with football. Even now, the poster made him smile.

Flood Crabs. A combination of Floodplains and Rock Crabs, once hed explained some of the naming conventions of sports teams. Of course, it had been a lot of wrangling and half the Drakes wanted to be called Liscors Dragons, which neither the Gnolls nor Joseph had been keen on.

Flood Crabs had personality. It wasnt generic and it stuck in the mind. Joseph was proud of the poster, he really was. He looked at it.

Hand-illustrated.Someone wrote all those big, block letters, actually painted it, illustrated everythingand they had to copy the design a hundred times.

A printer could copy that easily with ink and power. Yet Liscors Council had paid for illustrated posters, and gifted one to Joseph.

It meant something more than a printed poster. Joseph sat there, staring at it, blinking sleepily as the morning light crept upwards. He ruffled his hair, blinking at a mirroranother giftand seeing a half-naked young man with warm black hair, the beginnings of a mustache and beard since he hadnt shaved, and a slightly-pained expression as the hangover medicine took away his headache.

Joseph Ortega, from Spain, from Earth. Perhaps the only person from his country in the world; certainly, the only one hed met.

Well, Leon gets to find out.

The young man rubbed at his head, recalling the incident of yesterday. Another close call. Literally paralyzed and held hostage by a [High Mage]. Helpless as a bug before real danger. He shuddered and glanced at the empty bottle.

He kept trying, and he kept failing to quit. Once more, Joseph supposed it was the arrogance of inexperience. Hed assumed (if hed ever thought of it), that hed be able to quit an addiction. He knew, intellectually, how hard it was and how people struggled with alcoholism, smoking. Yet it was one thing to recall and another to experience.

Worse still, since he could take Octavias sobering potions or hangover cures and not have to pay much for his habit. His head thumped back onto the pillow and Joseph indulged in some good self-hatred for breakfast.

He did not actually rise for breakfast for a while. Because today, Joseph was dreading the harder parts in life, and he knew it was stupid. He had been given a second chance. Found that he was a celebrity for playing football, and not even close to well. His casual knowledge was treated like gospel.

Joseph had made it. Yet he still felt crummy, and felt bad for that. So he lay on his back, until a superior fighter opened the door and strode into the room.

A superlative warrior, a far better survivalist in this world. Also, arguably now the best [Mage] in the inn. Mrsha the Archmage strutted into Josephs room, sniffing. She stopped when she saw Joseph.

Mrsha? What are you doing here?

He sat up, blinking at her. She looked around, walking on two legs instead of four. Mrsha stared aboutthen found what she wanted.

Aha! She grabbed something by the door. Joseph saw her pick up the classic white-and-black ball. Harder to make in this world; the [Leatherworker] had had a fit when he understood it had to be white and black, both leathers being hard to dye or acquire naturally.

She picked it up, and waved at Joseph. He waved back. Mrsha pointed at the ball, which everyone called a soccer ball much to his annoyance.

Uh. You want the ball? Go ahead.

He blinked at it as she nodded, made a thank you gesture with one paw, and tottered out of the room with it. Joseph heard a shout from down the hallway. As he fully woke up, he heard a familiar, excited voice.

Mrshas got the ball! Mrsha, Mrshamrshamrshapass it here! Is Joseph awake? Thats his personal ball, right? Are we allowed to use it?

Ekirra. Joseph listened and wished, just for a moment, he could live up to the little Gnolls idolization of him. He hid in his room as he heard the little Gnoll racing around downstairs. At last though, he stood up and faced the quiet inn, without Erin. Another day.

It was sort of a downer day for Joseph. Something else Earthers could identify with. Anyone, really.

-

Niers Astoragon hated children. He also realized he hated soccer, at least in principle.

In general, perhaps. It was something about little children, who were so careless and might step on a six-inch tall person, or throw something in a fit of anger, and a ball larger than he was that was kicked at high velocities that made Niers Astoragon the Fraerling uncomfortable.

He couldnt have said why. Yet as he started his first day in The Wandering Inn as a proper sort of guestor fugitivehis one ally in the inn seemed excited enough to kick the bouncy ball around. Niers watched Mrsha and the other, brown Gnoll child kicking it around in the common room of the inn.

He had thoughts. With a tiny bit of chalk, broken off from an actual piece of chalk, the Titan scribbled some notes down.

Lets see. Miss Erin Solstice isfrozen. Im separated from home. I am being hunted. Everyone knows I am in Izril. My one ally is a little Gnoll. A white Gnoll, and I wish to Djinni that I knew exactly what that meant. Shes mute, but she can cast magicTiers 1-2. I have limited artifacts, and, oh yes. A magical portal door, in theory.

There were not a lot of assets to work with, but after some thought, he made some addendums.

All the resources of an inn, really. Which are considerable for a Fraerling, as well as indirect access to multiple master artisans, not to mention magical assistance from both [Mages] and [Shamans]. In theory. Not so bad. In factif I werent up against the Great Companies and their agents, Id call this excellent.

He turned to his attentive student as, below him, the little Gnoll called Ekirra launched a shot that bounced off a wall and Mrsha ran after it. Niers was sitting on one of the beams high above the common room, which afforded him an unparalleled spying and hiding place.

His student waved itsherantennae at him. Niers eyed the huge, insectile face and slowly wrote down another point.

Issue of transportation/maneuverability? Solved: Ashfire Bee. Name: Apista. Somewhat tame, upgraded stinger, dubious intelligence.

A feeler poked Niers in the back and he swore. He batted at Apista.

Stop that!

Apparently it belonged to a[Princess]? Niers shook his head. Mrsha had explained, but there were limits even to the Titans credulity. Yet he clearly saw the marks of a [Beast Tamer]s Skills on the bee. He nodded to her.

Lets get breakfast.

He stood up, having assuaged his curiosity as far as watching the inns guests and staff this morning. Hed marked a few interesting things; the Hobgoblins, the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings, and so on.

Where are the two damned Gentlemen Callers?

Apista didnt answer, of course. She waited, lowering herself down as Niers climbed onto her back. The Ashfire Bee was a foot long. Niers was six inches. He could actually ride her around, and she was strong enough to fly with him on her.

She took off, and Niers reflected it was a novel solution to the Fraerlings issues of travel. Two issues?

One, Apista was hot. Not in a good way either; the bees natural temperatures were way above what any insect should survive. Magical creatures. Niers needed a saddle. Especially because of point two

The buzzing wings generated a hefty backdraft, so Niers clung to her fuzzy body as bits of pollen made his legs sticky. He cursed as she flew down from the beams.

You stupid bee! I told you to watch out! Watch out. Dont fly like normal! Im

Apista did a barrel roll. Niers bit off a shout as he clung to her. To Imani, walking out of the kitchen with some food for the table, she just saw Apista doing a cute little twist and turn as she flew towards the Garden of Sanctuary.

You stupid bee!

Niers bellow-whispered as they flew into the Garden of Sanctuary. Apista was much hurt. This was not a nurturing relationship! The little man that Mrsha seemed to admire didnt have much respect for her. Still, she obediently ferried him to his secret home in the jungle biome. Niers landed on one of the trees, walked over to the hollowed-out home Mrsha had helped him make, and promptly threw up.

Ihave never had a flight that bad in ten years.

He told Apista. It was true; all the birds Niers rode around for fast-travel in Baleros did not spin or corkscrew, or for the joy of it, fly all the way up to the dome, stop flying, and dive-bomb towards the grass and level off just a second before impact.

Apista flew like a drunk albatross. She looked hurt, so Niers eventually relented.

Here, bugdo bees even eat this? I know wasps do. Damn bastards.

The bee could get behind that sentiment. She delicately edged over and had some of the honey and bread Mrsha had smuggled out for Niers. It was good, especially since Niers had his pick of succulents.

Salami, six varieties of cheese, pizza, lasagna, eight different fish dishes, ice creamalthough that had meltednineteen flavors of drink

Most of the hollowed-out space in the tree was just food, and cotton stolen from a pillow that Niers had used as bedding and pillows. He didnt need more and this was heavenly after the High Passes.

Also, he had a lot of food because he was a Fraerling and Mrsha could steal crumbs and feed him for a week. Shed gone a bit overboard, but then, Niers had gone overboard in feasting after hed woken up to find his fortunes had finally changed for the better.

His arm still hurt, but he was taking it easy and it was still braced. A few more days and maybe a bit more healing potion would see it right. Niers sighed and sat down. He saw two little Gnolls race into the [Garden of Sanctuary] after a second. A pair of Fortress Beavers watched as the ball shot around the garden, bouncing off the grassy hill, rolling into the mushroom biomeApista nibbled as Niers murmured.

Fortress Beavers, Ashfire Bee, a magical garden. Some place, huh?

Apista wiggled her antennae at him. Which reminded Niers. He grunted as he got up and rummaged around the makeshift home.

Youre the strangest animal here by far, though.

She looked hurtright up until he pulled out the tiny spliff hed cut from the larger one. He handed one to her and the two began to smoke.

A bee that stole and hoarded dreamleaf. Niers puffed away as Apista lit both with a few flaps of her wings and some ignition from her body. He eyed the bee as she inhaled the fumes.

Tolerable.

He had to admit it. Niers began planning his next move, a lot more comfortable than he should have been.

-

The sound of children playing was odd in The Wandering Inn. Was ittoo soon?

Perhaps. Joseph didnt air the thought, yet he let it ride as Ekirra and Mrsha played. Visma had joined them too.

It might have been Imani shared the sentiment, because shed exiled them to the Garden. The lower garden of course; theyd never climb up the hill.

Morning, Joseph.

She greeted him with a smile. He tried to answer her. Imani clearly made an effort to smile. Why shouldnt he try?

Hey, Imani. Uhhow are things?

It was about as bad a question as you could get. How are things? Yet Imani took it in stride, briskly handing him a plate with delicious smells wafting from it.

Good. Ive got work in fifteen minutes. Your foods hot.

Thanks

Thats not for you. Thats for Kevin. Take it to him, would you? He never showed for dinner so I think hes passed out in his shop in Esthelm.

Oh.

Joseph lamely re-covered the plate. Imani smiled again and he reflected shed stepped up to her responsibilities.

Perhaps it was teaching [Cooks]. Perhaps that was who Imani had been before trauma and Crelers. The inn had given her back her life and confidence.

Plus, a boyfriend. Palt nodded at Joseph, eyes knowing. Joseph felt it odd that he was used to seeing a giant Centaur trotting about and giving Imani a peck on the cheek.

Hello, Imani, verdant bloom of the jungles.

You told me all of Baleros most vivid flowers are poisonous, Palt.

Er, so I did. Late night, Joseph? Need a pick-me-up?

The [Illusionist] and [Smoker] could definitely tell. Joseph grinned lamely.

I have a potion, thanks.

Cigar?

Imani swatted it down. Joseph hadnt been sure hed have taken it.

I told you, its unhealthy, Palt.

And I told you, thats what [Healers] and potions are for.

The Centaur was unmoved. Also, Joseph knew everyone save for Galina had tried or used Palts cigars from time to time.

At least not when youre eating. It ruins the taste! I have to go.

Whos looking after Mrsha?

Joseph hesitated, pointing to the three playing kids in the open door. Imani glanced at him quizzically.

Ishkr.

Oh, right.

That was that. Imani left, briskly, not unfriendly at all, with Palt in tow. Joseph looked at the food, headed for the door.

Going somewhere, sir?

A surly Gnoll greeted him. She was shorter as Gnolls went, and had the barest attempt at a smile on her face.

ErLiska? Id like to go to Esthelm.

Right away, sir. Will you be returning soon? I will check for you in ten minutes, then. Have a lovely day.

She said it in the tone that indicated her older brother had been lecturing her about proper service. She was in charge of the door, though, and Imani and Palt were already in Liscor. Joseph trotted through, thinking.

Imani had made it and seemed to have no regrets. Erin and Ryoka were the examples to look up to. In the same way

Kevin was indeed asleep at his desk. He sat up as Joseph opened the door to the back room of Solar Cycles.

Your Majesty, Im awoh. Hey, Joseph.

Joseph would have laughedbut that was the eighth time Kevin had done that. Joseph offered the covered plate and Kevins eyes widened.

Is it breakfast already? Dude, thank you. I must have dozed off and

He lamely indicated his desk. Lamely, but not to Joseph. The sheets of orders tacked to the walls, the schedule Kevin had drawn up, not to mention the fact that he was keeping inventory, working on new blueprints for the bicycles, and essentially starting a business by himself with international clients wasamazing. Joseph handed Kevin the tray and saw how hungry the young man was.

No problem, Kevin. Hows business?

Were getting more [Smiths] to work on the mundane bikes. This is so good. Imanis like, a saint. Sorry, I havent eaten all day! I mean, yesterday.

No problem.

Joseph rubbed at his head, repeating himself. He was definitely out of sorts today. Perhaps it was the comparisons.

It was a bad idea to compare yourself against people. Especially in this inn, but in general. Even after Erin hadwell, it was comparisons that haunted Joseph, he realized.

I can take your other plates and stuff.

Dude. Appreciated. I can get them thoughI just have work and a meeting in likeuhwhats the time?

Its not a problem. Do your thing.

Joseph grabbed a stack of six plates and cutlery. Kevin gave him a grateful look.

Youre awesome, man.

No, you are. Joseph saw Kevin gobbling his food. He had a meeting with Pelt in a few minutes, and hed be negotiating with a [Merchant] later today.

Kevins strengths were his ability to get along with people, his knowledge of how to run a shop, write a ledger, and frankly, knowing how a bicycle worked. The fact that he could get along with Pelt, the Dwarf [Smith] who was cantankerous as any old man Joseph had met, was amazing.

A bit of Erin in him. By the same token, Imanis skills were managing a kitchens supplies, cooking of course, teaching, and having sex with horse-guys.

Joseph thought about that last part. He slapped the side of his head in an unfriendly way. That hurt. Seriously though, how did?

As he trotted back through the doorway, Liska wrinkled her nose at him.

Better put those to be washed. I guess I have to do it. Dont eat anything off them until theyre scrubbed, though. One of them has mold on it.

Oh. Thank you, Liska. Erthanks for getting the door, too.

He only remembered to thank her this time. She growled.

Youre welcome.

Yet she looked a bit mollified. Joseph wanted to remember to do things as mundane as thank people for making breakfast and so on.

But he was not a Kevin. Not an Imani, either.

He was not a Leon or Troy, he was pretty sure. That was a low bar, though. However, Joseph could look at himself and find less amiability than Kevin. A bit more xenophobia, like seeing Palt and Imani together and wonderingdid they have sex? More envy, oh yes. Less control with things like drinking.

Less of being the good, or decent person hed thought he always was.

-

Imani had put out food for Joseph. A very fineJosephs face fell.

It hadnt occurred to him as Kevin ate to note breakfast. The [Engineer] had made it vanish instantly, anyways.

Breakfast was pincho, pincho de tortilla, a potato omelette from Spain. Nostalgic, and Joseph realized he must have mentioned it to Imani. Thus, the [Chef] had taken the time to make it for him.

He ate it, savoring each nostalgic bite and felt worse. Comparisons haunted Joseph. For instance, as mentioned, it wasnt just Imani or Kevin that made you feel bad about yourself.

Feeling proud of being able to bench a hundred and eighty pounds? Stare at the weight room list, or just watch Bezale work out in the mornings.

Think you were good at chess? Play Bird or half of the Antinium. Bird had somehow evolved to the point where he had once beaten Joseph while never looking at the chessboard. Hed learned it from Erin, of course.

Think you know misery? Mrsha, Ryoka, and half the inn could tell you about real trauma.

Of course, all this was a futile effort to begin with. Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses. Each person was able to do something the others were not, and etcetera, etcetera, value yourself. Joseph knew that.

It was justJoseph finished his breakfast, excitement turning to glumness again. He could wait no longer, though. The sun was rising, the morning begunhe stood, stretched, and saw the little Gnoll race into the common room. Ekirra had smelled he was here, of course.

Hello, Mister Coach Joseph! Are we going to practice?

Joseph tried to smile. He fooled Ekirra as Visma and Mrsha watched. The little Gnoll boy, like Mrsha, disdained clothes. Yet he had on the jersey of Liscors Flood Crabs and his number, 3, hand-stitched to the back. He looked excited, as a member of the Little Crabs team should be.

The young man sighed, and nodded. He and Ekirra got to work. The [Kicker], Joseph Ortega, headed outside to start his day.

-

Joseph was a Level 11 [Kicker]. Here were some facts for you: he had [Lesser Dexterity], [Lesser Endurance], [Power Kick], [Accelerated Sprint]

And his latest Skill was green.

It was nothing special as green Skills went. At least, Joseph didnt think so.

[Pinpoint Distance Kick]. As the fabled new Skills wentit was not an [Immortal Moment]. However, it stood out to Joseph because it was new.

Thus, no one had ever needed or gained a Skill like this before. A Skill for a game, not battle.

Football. Which made sense when you thought about it. [Pinpoint Distance Shot] was probably some [Archer] Skill that combined range and accuracy, very necessary. Who needed to kick a rubber ball that far, though?

A good player, that was who. Joseph was proud of that. He greeted both teams. Forty six players stared at him.

Twenty three per team. Adults and children, made up of Gnolls, Drakes, and three Humans not including him.

Yes, only eleven players on each team could take to the field at one time. However, substitutions were important and the standard from Josephs world meant hed suggested a limit of twenty three.

Because hed said it, it was now law. The [Kicker] saw children and adults staring at him, all wearing the jerseys, all ready to start practicing.

It was eerie. Joseph had been a dedicated part of his football team. Yet if he thought high school and middle school dedication was one thingthese players were even more driven.

They were never late. He had to tell them to go back if they were sick or worn out. Theyd play even if they really injured themselves and they trained without complaint. Because they were leveling. Becausethis was a career.

Football had come to Liscor. They were practicing on the vast, flattened land that Hexel had smoothed for them, kept clear of monsters by the Watch. Liscors Council had even paid Viceria to regrow all the grass for a proper turf instead of waiting.

Good to see you all. You know the drill! Lets warm up!

Joseph was not an expert. He had cobbled together teams training menu from memory. Thus, each day, the Flood Crabs and Little Crabs warmed up the same way.

Jog, first. They ran around Liscor, even the kids doing a lap. The adults were encouraged to run in their own time. Not just run, though; they did all the exercises that an athlete had to perform, which had elicited sniggers the first few weeks.

Not now. Now? [Guards] waved down at the players, shouting encouragement. Some civilians did the same, and kids copied the pro-team, looking envious or hoping Joseph would see talent there.

Ekirra ran with the younger players, having learned to walk on two legs just so he could jog along. Forwards, backwardsand that was the start.

After the lap, they did side shuffles. Skipping, kicks, high knees, hopsexercises designed to build flexibility and muscle. Joseph made everyone stretch, and only after nearly thirty minutes of warming up did they even get to the practice.

Okay, Flood Crabsrelays! Little Crabs, lets start with passing.

There was only one Joseph and since Kevin and Rose were now busy, he alternated the physical training with technical. The adults knew the score and set up; they ran from one line to another, turning around and racing back the way theyd came.

Suicides were another word for the exercise, although the first time hed used that term, Joseph had caused a small incident, so he called it relays instead. Meanwhile, the Little Crabs were practicing passing. Theyd long since graduated from just kicking the balls back and forth. These days, they had to dribble and pass between each other, faster and faster, over longer distances.

Joseph watched approvingly as the Little Crabs practiced. They were good. Better than hed been at their age? Wellnot in control.

Ekirra kicked a bit too hard and a Drake ran off after the ball. However, hed had only a month or two to play! His ears flattened and he shouted.

Sorry, Coach!

Its fine. Dont worry, thats why were practicing.

That was what Joseph thought was too serious. Ekirra looked afraid hed be kicked off the team for one mistake! Joseph knew there were tough coaches; hed had one for middle school. He didnt want to be that.

He watched with half an eye, then turned to the Flood Crabs.

Ush! Youre going faster.

A Gnoll about Josephs age stopped and grinned. He was sprinting the relays and Joseph knew he couldnt match that.

Thanks, Joseph. Got [Quick Movement] last night.

You dont say? Thats great. Well see how this changes you on offense.

Ush was a second striker, but given his new Skill, Joseph might have to try him in a winger or the main striker position. Skills changed how football was played in so many ways.

In more ways than one. Joseph let the Flood Crabs build their muscles; Skills changed things, but they could multiply hard work rather than just replace it. He watched the Little Crabs go from passes to trying to score on the goalkeeper gamely blocking their shots.

Something was apparent, though. The Little Crabs were behind the Flood Crab team because they were children and the adults could practice longer and picked up advanced techniques, despite the motivation and enthusiasm of kids. Coordination was lacking; that was fine. Theyd play against kids their age.

However, Ekirra kept messing up. Eight times, he missed a pass, and a Gnoll or Drake or the only Human girl would go running after the ball he kicked too hard.

Ekirra, take a break. Whats wrong? Are you trying to kick less hard?

Joseph flagged him down after the last cycle, where Ekirras kick had actually missed the goal and gone off nearly a hundred pacestoo far right.

Sorry, Coach. My aims bad. I wanted to practice with Mrsha, but I cant hit the goal. Please dont kick me off the team.

Ekirras ears were flat and he looked like hed cry if Joseph did. The young man squatted down, patting Ekirras shoulder reassuringly.

I wouldnt do that. Youre fast, you work hardyou pass really well!

Besides, Ekirra had helped start football in this world. Joseph wouldnt cut him no matter what, and if that was favoritism, so be it. He looked at Ekirra. The kid didnt take the game lightly

Has something changed?

Itsmy Skill.

Joseph blinked. Ekirra glanced up with one huge, brown eye and kicked the ground.

You got a Skill?

Yep. Im Level 5 now. And I got [Lesser Strength]. But I cant

Joseph stared as Ekirra babbled nervously. He looked at the ball Ekirra had blasted past the goal. Then he started laughing. Ekirra looked terrified until Joseph ruffled the fur on the top of his head.

Thats not a problem. Say it earlier! You just need more practice. Come on, well have you get your aim back in. Flood Crabs! Lets do our practice! Little Crabsrelays! Metas, you and Ekirra will do some passing practice!

-

How fast they improved. Joseph felt better as Ekirra brightened up and he was soon working with the adults.

Now they were good. No basic passes with them; Joseph was teaching them tricks. Proper headers, how to evade someone trying to steal the ball while dribblingwas it too soon for two month players?

The answer was no. Joseph had the ball stolen from him twice when he ran demonstrations despite his best attempts.

Skills!

Ush grinned at him; Joseph had lost the ball despite trying to show off the evasive trick where the ball seemed to stick to your feet as you rotated around someone.

Just do that in the game.

Joseph grinned, and the players nodded. They had a lot of respect, even the ones who were older than Joseph by nearly a decade. Hed been worried, but again, Erin Solstice had laid down the path for this.

Looking good! How about a game?

Two hours in, the teams looked up excitedly. They were tired, but stamina potions put them right back in the mood for a game. Joseph selected teams, trying to balance them, putting substitutes against regular players, mixing up the standards.

Testing out new Skills, too. Ekirra wasnt the only player who got new Skills regularly. Ush was a main striker for the first game, then a winger. Ekirra got to take main striker and scored six times in the first game.

Ill goalie.

Joseph took over for the poor Drake boy who had to try to block the overpowered kicks. Not only that; the football curved as one Drake booted it towards Joseph. He dovecaught it.

Not bad! What is that?

[Homing Kick], Coach!

Thats great. Lets see you do that after a pass in, though. Dont just run at me; surprise me! Even if it curves, I can get it. Whos got [Flash Kick]? Lets set up a combo!

That was fun. Yes, it did feel a bitoverpowered. Especially when Joseph had to block an Ekirra-kick that hurt. It was like someone ten years older smashing the ball at him!

It made the game more fun, though. Joseph glanced up as a roar came from the other pitch.

Coach! How are we supposed to stop that?

Ush bellowed, pointing angrily up. Joseph saw the Human goalkeeper, a brawny guy called Elmoin, angrily punch the wooden goalpost. It looked like four goals from Team A on Team Ball due to a single player.

Lemiss! Over here! Both teams, take a break! Drink some waterand get a snack! Menua, take over as goalie for me? Little Crabs, dont kick the ball into her face! Im looking at you, Ekirra!

The others did just that. And the main striker, the MVP of the Flood Crabsflew down to talk with Joseph.

Lemiss was an Oldblood Drake. She was one of two fliers on the team, and had just enabled her team to score four times in a row, kicking the ball in from the air.

Its not that she scores, Coach. But how are we supposed to stop her when someone passes to her in the air?

Ush complained. Joseph saw the problem. Honestlyaerial passes were not a problem that occurred on Earth. Yet hed brought football to this world, and now the fliers wanted to play.

How did you stop a pass to the air? Lemiss had cheerfully shot the ball down to her teammates, effectively letting them cross the field without a chance of interruption.

Its bad enough when half the team are fliers. They just pass from air to air and we have to make sure they never get it or bet on our fliers intercepting. But with Lemiss and Rellsand no one else with us

Josephs arms were folded and he was nodding. Both Oldblood Drakes had been on Team A, a miscalculation on his part.

The rest of the Flood Crabs drifted over, with water and snacks in their claws, paws, or hands. All provided courtesy of Liscors [Shopkeepers] of course. They wanted to support their team. They wanted to win. This was something for Liscor to be proud of. Best soccer team in Izril. And they were playing other cities too! Joseph felt a pangbut concentrated on the issue.

We took Pallass in the first game.

Everyone nodded proudly at that. Broadcast across the world! Over three hundred thousand gold pieces worth of bets, or so Joseph had been told. A lot of money made because Liscor had hosted the game, and merchandise sold? Not to mention being the stars of their team. All of it was great.

It hadnt been easy, though. Joseph pointed out the obvious hed gotten from his post-mortems.

We won that game because Pallass had far worse technique than ours. They had great Skills and team playersno cohesion. Their aerial game let them score, but if we kept the ball on the ground, we ran circles around them. The tradeoff with an aerial team is they have to take off and commit to the air. They mess up, they expose themselves.

Literally. It was 17-6; a slaughter. Ush and the others nodded, smiling, but Lemiss raised a claw.

Coachwhat if they get better, though? Rells and I can actually pass across the field if we do it right. With Pallass in the airthey could strike on the goal without ever touching the ground.

That was true. Joseph hesitated.

Whats the solution here? Get your players Rings of Jumping? Have them do some kind of trick where two of them throw a third up to intercept?

All those ideas sounded impractical. Unbalanced towards a flying opponent. In the end, Joseph exhaled.

I think I know what it has to be. This is uh, a Human game mostly. So fliers werent ever something we really considered. Webanned flying spells and magic, of course.

The other players nodded. Casual pickup games could use magic, but any real game was only Skills, no artifacts or enchantments. Joseph went on, uncertain, but feeling his way through.

For a flying opponentits totally unbalanced if they can score with impunity.

Lemiss and Rells looked worried. Did they think they were going to be cut? Joseph hurried on.

So I think the way it should be is this: limits on passes. Only one aerial pass is allowed; not consecutive passes from air-to-air players. Alsowere implementing a rule from another sport. No aerial player can be passed to or shoot ahead of a ground player. Its not much, but it means they cant just skim around and use that to their advantage.

What about shooting on the goal? Rells just hovered next to the goal and kicked it in.

Then well have a minimum distance on flying players.

That seemed fair. Joseph saw Rells and Lemiss nodding in relief. He clapped his hands.

Lets try it out! Give me Lemiss and Rells on one team again, and pass to them! Really try to drive an edge over a ground-based team. Go!

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It worked. Of course, they had to tweak things, but the new rules radically limited the edge flight could give a player. It was also still risky to shoot to a flying player; if you prevented them from juggling the ball in the air, they had to instantly pass it down to another player like a ping pong ball, which meant interceptions were far easier.

Ultimately, it added to the sport, not detracted. Joseph was smiling as he and the Flood Crabs analyzed the game.

I think these rules work! Well practice under them, but rememberthose arent the rules for the games. We need to see if the other teams agree to adopt them.

What? Why do we have to do that? Coach?

Lemiss stared at Joseph. He hesitated.

They might not agree.

But youre Joseph. You introduced the game! Just tell them the new rulesI bet there are those spies watching and passing them on as we speak!

So saying, Ush gestured with one paw towards a hill in the distance. Joseph looked and saw someone duck down. He stood there, and felt it again.

Joseph the Soccer Player. Thanks, Erin. Yet still. Joseph. He wasnt the person whod written the rules on the game. He was the game. The young man looked around.

Well, I guess those are the rules.

His team cheered him. The [Kicker] felt his back itching. Presently, to get rid of it, because hed been watching the game he loved, he made a suggestion.

Why dont we play a game? Ill join Team A, though. I want to try my new Skill.

They cheered that. Joseph grinned, and his team began wrangling to play with their coach or against, depending on their personalities.

That was his first, real, mistake of the day.

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Joseph tried his [Pinpoint Distance Kick] and watched Elmoins eyes go wide. He heard the epithet even across the football pitch.

A longer pitch, incidentally. Nearly twice as long. That was due to Skills; players like Ush meant it was justified. As well as a goal one point five times larger. Harder to defend? Oh yes.

Still, the Human [Blocker], who had actually been a [Shield Warrior] before changing careers and coming to Liscor, had the time to activate a Skill.

[Static Shield]!

A light, azure force field blocked the upper-right corner and the hammer shot Joseph had launched from across the entire field at commendable velocitybounced. At the same time, the [Static Shield] broke.

With a surprisingly crisp shattering sound. Elmoins Skillthe reason Joseph had taken him as a goalkeepercreated a shield that stayed in the air wherever he wanted. His was about as tough as thick glass, though; it could block a strike or a few arrows, but it wasnt as strong as higher-level Skills.

Great for football. Joseph groaned as Elmoin booted the ball to another player.

Cheap shot, Coach!

Lemiss laughed as she flew out on defense. Joseph grinned. He ran across the field. No [Quick Movement], but [Accelerated Sprint] was goodeven if he was tired. Still, he had [Lesser Dexterity], [Lesser Endurance]. If he had Ekirras Skills?

He found himself coming up against Rells, on the ground. The Drake had dodged two players. Joseph slid in, snagged the ball. He began dribbling it forwards, looking for a pass. He wasnt going to grandstand like the first game where hed been the ace. H

Sorry, Coach!

Ush stole the ball in a blur. Joseph cursed, but aborted the pithy words when he saw Ekirra and the Little Crabs watching the adults, learning. The little Gnolls ears were perked and he stared at his hero.

Nice job! Get back here!

Ush laughed. So did the other players vying for the ball; Lemiss got it in a diving kick that caught the Gnoll by surprise.

They loved the game. They took it seriously, they liked to level and they knew this might be a career for life. Ekirras parents had high hopes in him, which was why theyd enrolled him. Ekirra, leveling up at his age? They were beyond proud and encouraging.

Coach!

Lemiss passed. Joseph spun, caught the ball, headed towards Elmoin for a rematch.

He never made it. A second player, Maun, a female Gnoll, snagged the ball. Joseph lashed out

[Flash Kick]!

At least knock it out of bounds, despite the kick. Or someone else would get it! Maun

[Evasive Maneuver]! Whoa! Scary, Coach!

Dodged. And took the ball with her! It jumped Josephs foot. He sprinted after her, snagged it back. He was running in the clear now, as other players blocked Team B. He saw Ush coming from the side, but Joseph adjusted his body. They were going to vie for the ball and he was nearly ready to score.

He had [Power Kick]waiting. Joseph took the ball around him. He juked, feinting left

Ush stole the ball again. He zoomed past Joseph, looking delighted. The young man slowed. Then he felt it.

I am outmatched.

It was a realization. Not a question or suspicion. Hed gotten the ball thanks to being passed to, but even as he ran back to position, he saw it.

Felt it. Joseph lost the ball six more times. He shot twice on goal. Both times blocked.

It was like the one time a college player had decided to bully the high school team. Hed walked onto the pitch and stolen every ball, scored with every shot. Faster, stronger

More than that, better at the game. Talented enough to win a scholarship. It was that last which Joseph felt now.

Ush was one of twenty three players in Liscor, male and female, chosen for the team. Joseph had picked him during the try-outs for his ability to snag the ball like that. When hed been teaching them, Joseph had run rings around an amateur. Now?

It was like trying to dodge a hurricane which snagged the ball each time. Trying to steal the ball back? Like trying to kick a spider dancing on a silken thread in the wind. The ball disappeared left, or right, and Ush grinned at Joseph as the young man slowed again.

Stop taking it easy on us, Coach! Or well get big heads!

Aha. I

They were moving too fast for Joseph to finish. Which was good because he didnt have anything to say. That was what hurt most, by the by.

They thought he was better and holding back. The Flood Crabs looked at Joseph, teasing, admiring, after the game ended. Team A won despite Joseph, and they laughed.

Look at that. Taking it easy on us to show us its a team effort. Joseph could almost hear their thoughts as Lemiss joked with Ush. He smiled, unable, afraid to tell them the truth. He stood there, Joseph the Soccer Player.

I think thats it for today. Good hustle, team. Ioh?

Some of the audience whod come out to watch had flooded the field at this. Joseph saw an excited young woman, Human, thrust out something towards him.

Excuse meIm a huge fan. Can I get an autograph?

Hey! You cant just bother the coach! No civilians on the field!

Ush looked outraged. Joseph saw the young womans face fall. He took the quill.

Its fine this time.

Sorry, Coach. We should really get security. Youre too popular. We are going to crush Invrisil in the next game!

A player grinned at Joseph as the lucky autographee was escorted away with the other civilians begging autographs or wanting to talk. Joseph stood there. Trying to smile.

And they wonder why I drink. Damn me. Why do I have to be so jealous? So petty?

Ill see you all tomorrow. Hope you all level.

He turned to the team. Ush grinned.

I just did yesterday. But heres hoping. Level 17 [Kicker]!

The Gnoll of Josephs age offered a paw to high-five. Josephfelt his petty evil welling in his heart. So he betrayed them before lunch time. He was sorry.

Yet he was a Joseph. Not a Kevin. Let alone an Erin.

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Of such rank and injust betrayal of all I held dear, my heart could only twist and break and grieve for the goodness now wronged before mine eyes.

Mrsha the Grieving, in regards to the time Numbtongue ate her lemon tart.

Little Ekirra loved soccer. Soccer was fun. Soccer was life.

He got to level because of soccer. No one had higher levels than he did! Mrsha said she did, but she lied all the time about stuff.

His parents were really happy about it too. Theyd bought him his jersey, and Coach Joseph was great. He was bouncing his personal soccer ball with his team as they chattered on the way through the south gatethen Ekirras eyes went wide.

I forgot my belt pouch!

Hed left it in the inn when he went to practice with Mrsha before practice with the team! Hed been so nervous that Coach Joseph would be mad. He looked around.

I can take your ball, Ekirra.

One of the Gnolls who lived on his street offered. He handed it to her.

Thanks! And my jersey? Dont get it dirty!

Sweat didnt count, or dirt from the pitch. That was good mess. His teammate, Cheka, sniffed at him. She knew that! Ekirra scampered on all fours back the way hed comethen remembered and began to jog on two legs.

Where are you going little fellow? Practice has ended, right? We dont want you getting hurt before your game with Esthelm in two days!

One of the big [Guards] at the gate stopped Ekirra. He pointed.

I forgot my belt pouch at the inn.

The [Guardsman] glanced at his companions.

Ah. Hm. Why dont you use the door instead? Safer that way. We patrol, but theres always the Razorbeaks wholl go after kidsand the Shield Spiders.

No chance of a Razorbeak with Bird the [Hunter] watching the skies.

One of the Drakes snorted. The Gnoll shrugged.

You want to explain to Captain Z? Ill take you to the magic door. Ekirra, isnt it?

The little Gnoll nodded gravely. Guards were always right, or so his parents told him. It would take longer, but then they asked for his autograph.

If you score in the game, well all buy you a treat! Best of luck!

They were nice. Ekirra took the big Gnolls paw and they hurried to the magic door. By the time they got thereMrsha was gone. So was Visma.

Miss Visma has gone back to Liscor. I dont knowwhere Mrsha is.

Ishkr frowned around. He was responsible since Miss Erin was hurt. Up to a point; he let Mrsha play with Ulvama and kept regular tabs on her as Lyonette had asked, but Mrsha could evade everyone but Erin when she wanted to. Ekirra nodded gravely. Ishkr sighed.

I will go look for her. Here are your belongings.

He handed Ekirra the belt pouch. Ekirra thanked him as the [Guardsman], satisfied, stepped back through the door.

Good luck in your games!

Thank you!

Ekirra waved. He was going to go backbut now he needed to pee.

Three minutes later (it was poo), Ekirra opened the door of the outhouse and padded out. He sneezed a few times; it was always stinky. Then he headed back for the door to Liscor. He would have gone straight home, too.

But for Joseph. Ekirra smelled him first, naturally. He was about to ask Joseph if there was anything he should practice and how good hed done! His tail wagged as he pursued Joseph towards the magic door, now placed in the portal room just off the side of the long hallway with the secret spying holes Mrsha had showed him.

Coach J

Joseph didnt hear him. Ekirra stopped as he realized Joseph had changed clothing. Hed washed himself, and changed out of the jersey of the Liscor Flood Crabs, which made sense.

So why was he wearing another jersey? Yellow and black, like Apista?

Ekirra came to a halt. Joseph headed through the open door, into a sunlit city that smelled like a thousand things. Broad streets, amazing architecture. Ekirra recognized it at a moments glance.

Pallass. The little Gnoll stared at Joseph. It could not be. It wasnthe saw Liska move to close the door. Without a moments thought, Ekirra ran after Joseph. He leapt through the closing checkpoint gate, opened for Joseph, and heard the shout from the [Guards]. Then he was in the street, following Joseph, running from the angry Watch. It couldnt be.

It couldnt be, but he had to know. Not the most heinous thing. Not Coach Joseph. He couldnt becoaching another team?

He ran a total of five steps before a claw caught him, of course.

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The great betrayer walked through the streets of Pallass. Joseph, the sellout! The traitor! The

Coach of Liscors team. I dont think we need to introduce him.

Of course not. Good to meet you, erMister Joseph. Sir.

They called him sir. The Drake [Strategist] had even asked for his autograph. But then, she was not Chaldion, far younger.

Its a pleasure to be here.

Joseph mumbled. He felt bad. Mrsha had given the Pallassian jersey a dirty look before she went through to Invrisil. Waitwas she allowed to do that? Liska hadnt cared.

Thoughts of Mrshas vanished as Joseph was introduced to two more players, and three financial backers, all of whom had been part of the group convincing him to teach Pallass team.

Were delighted you accepted our invitation to educate our team, Mister Ortega. What can we expect from you today?

A Gnoll adjusted a monocle, much like Sir Relz. Joseph wondered if he was staring at his levels, but thanks to Erin and Ryoka, he was covered from appraisal and scrying. He seemed impressed with Josephs reputation at any rate.

I dont have a set plan, er, sir. I need to see where theyre at before I can improve them. Also, there are some new rules I need to bring to Pallass attention.

That seemed to impress the cohort. They nodded; the [Strategist] consulted her notes.

Ah yes, the aerial rule amendment.

You know about that?

Joseph eyed her. She had the grace to look embarrassed.

We intend to win the upcoming championship, Coach Joseph. Pallass wont make the same mistakes again.

Especially not with Joseph the Soccer Player giving Pallass team his expert advice!

Another Drake chimed in, and Joseph winced. For multiple reasons.

Just remember, Im also advising Liscor and Invrisils teams.

The other faces fell. The Gnoll audibly whispered to a companion.

We didnt manage to get an exclusive deal?

Joseph sighed. If you were going to sell out, you might as well do it so multiple groups had an advantage. Alsoit was a lot of money.

A lot of money.

As ina lot of money. As inJoseph probably exceeded Solar Cycles income at this moment. As inhe just wasnt as principled as Kevin or Erin, he guessed.

He was so swept up in all of the hustle and bustle as they took him to meet Pallass team; handpicked twenty three, some former adventurers, with dedicated family apartments, a huge salary, personal trainers, weights room, everything Liscor could dream of, yet theyd still gotten their asses kicked, that Joseph didnt have time to really take in Pallass. He only looked around from the people asking him for autographs, a game plan for Pallass unique strategy, his take on the upcoming Liscor-Invrisil match, when he heard the commotion behind him.

Let me go! Let me go! Im a Little Crab! Joseph is my coach! Not your stupid citys!

Josephs heart sank through his shoes. He turned and there was Ekirra. The little Gnoll stopped, stared at Josephs jersey, and looked like he was about to cry.

J-Joseph?

The sheer look of betrayal hurt more than it should. Joseph opened his mouththen noticed the wall of muscle holding Ekirra.

This little Gnoll slipped in past you. Joseph, isnt it? We clearly need to update the security system, although Im pleased the ward spells didnt blast him to pieces. So there is that.

Grimalkin of Pallass held Ekirra by one huge claw. The [Sinew Magus], the most built Drake that Joseph had ever seen, looked down at Joseph, face impassive. Joseph looked at Ekirra. The little brown Gnoll stared at him. He looked at the bemused backers of the team, the [Strategist], two of the players, and bellowed one word.

Traitor!

-

Joseph sat in the office Pallass had given him, even if he was splitting his time between three teams now.

Ekirra hit him. Joseph didnt move. Ekirra punched his leg. Joseph let him. Ekirra opened his mouthand someone stopped him from biting.

Listen, Ekirra, is it? Theres nothing wrong with this young man teaching multiple teams. He is not a player.

A Drake with wings tried to explain to Ekirra. He let go of the Gnoll as Ekirra twisted to bite; the football player backed off as Ekirra spat, looking at Joseph.

He cant teach you! Hes Liscors coach. Its not right!

Listen. Lets try to be mature about this

Good luck with Ekirra. Joseph rubbed at his aching leg as Ekirra spat, keeping the other players from grabbing him with the power of expectoration. Besides which, be mature about this? If Joseph heard a coach from his favorite team was teaching a rival on the side

He understood how Liscor would feel, that was the point. Loyalty. It was just

A lot of money. Joseph didnt have a bigger reason than that. However, ten thousand gold pieces for a month? And that was from Invrisil.

Im sorry, Ekirra. Im not taking sides. Nor am I coaching during the games. Its justa career. A really good deal.

I thought you liked us.

Ekirra stared up at Joseph. His eyes were round. Then hurt. Thenhe sat down and began to howl and cry.

Joseph would have preferred being stabbed. That was how it felt. Imagine if his heroes had just sold out like that in front of him?

We should get this little Gnoll back home. The secrets out, but that wont compromise much more than the shock value

The Drake [Strategist] was trying to speak over the howls. She gestured and a Pallassian Guard reached for Ekirra.

Joseph stopped the Drake. He bent down and picked Ekirra up. The Gnoll instantly went back to punching, but Joseph turned him around.

Im sorry, Ekirra. I am. I do like your team and I like Liscor. I hope you win and become a great fsoccer player. I am teaching your team as best I canbut Pallass offered me a lot of money.

B-butdont you like us?

The Gnoll was snotting on Josephs jersey. The young man didnt mind. He let Ekirra sniff.

I do. Erbut it was a lot of money.

Likea thousand gold coins?

The [Strategist] snorted. Joseph just nodded.

Something like that.

Ekirra calmed down a bit. He knew money mattered. He still looked hurt. Joseph looked at him. If this was home? He wondered if he had to worry about being jumped in a back alley. Thatmight actually be an issue.

He sat there, as Ekirra sniffed and blew his nose on the yellow jersey made with silk. Joseph looked at the waiting team, the [Strategist].

Its the game, Ekirra. I cant be on the Liscorian team. Im not that good.

Several incredulous snorts. Ekirra looked up at Joseph and the young mans heart twisted as he admitted it. Thenhe made his peace with that fact.

Im not that good. I do love soccer, though. Which is actually called football. Do you like the game?

Ekirra nodded, wiping his eyes. Joseph smiled. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. Back homeon Earth, you could really like your teams. Enough to brawl or kill people during games. Those were the fans.

Perhaps, if there was something else to change, it wasnt just the rules. Joseph set Ekirra down and knelt.

Well then, if you want, why dont you help me train Pallass? Then you can see Im not helping them more or less than Liscor.

Ekirra hesitated. He sat there, looking up at Joseph. The young man offered him a hand. The little Gnoll slowly took it. Joseph looked up. He felt an Erin-feeling in his chest. Was this how she got to feel? Certain?

Is this young Gnoll going to be accompanying us? I would hate for this to interfere with Pallass first training session, Coach Ortega.

The [Strategist] looked skeptical. Joseph met her eyes.

This little Gnoll played the first game of football in Izril with me. He might be able to teach your players a thing or two. He wont slow us down. Im ready to teach the team. Just one thing thoughI have a condition.

She glanced at the other players as the team stood there. Joseph smiled.

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just a sterling amount of silver, aha, pardon the pun. Now, I can assure you, Sir Relz, that the quality of the silver wont appreciably depreciateanother little punfor at least the next f

The droning voice of the [Merchant] over Wistram News Network was fascinating. If you liked economic talk.

Some people did, which was why theyd allocated the hour to business talk with Sir Relz and his co-host.

Usually Noass, but since Noass was sickDrassi got the job. She was slumped, her chin resting on her claw.

Clearly falling asleep. She kept jerking and trying to look interested, but her eyes were literally drooping, and Sir Relz had given up nudging her. The Drake with the monocle was leaning forwards as if to make up for her lack of enthusiasm.

This was the news. Or rather, the 24/7 broadcast from Pallass. The most fascinating thing looked like it might be Drassi literally starting to snore on air.

Right up until the Drake [Reporter] glanced up, blinked, and leaned over as someone whispered to her. She broke into the [Metals Merchant]s diatribe with a bright, overly-loud voice.

Excuse me! Im so sorry, but we have a breaking news report!

Someone began playing a horn in the background, a jaunty tune as the words flashed around the magical ticker tape running across the bottom of the broadcast. Sir Relz blinked, and Drassi began speaking rapidly as someone held up the cue cards.

This ones a Pallassian exclusive. If youre just tuning in

The viewer count began going up, as people were notified of the breaking news via their scrying devices. There were categories of news alert.

This was the lowest-level, which meant dramatic news, not wars or cataclysm, which were reserved for the highest-level alert. Even soit was the news.

Ishkr stopped looking for Mrsha as the scrying mirror lit up. Ulvama, chewing on food, sat up, excitedly.

It looks like were in for sports news! Ive just been given word that an upset is coming to the world of soccer!

Ah, yes.

Sir Relz interjected, clearly trying to be part of the moment. He adjusted his monocle as he spoke rapidly.

Weve broadcast six games around the world, and theres talk of bringing teams together to play a world-wide championship. Erwhats the news, Miss Drassi?

Wellno, this cant be right. Do we have a live-feed? Show me! According to this

The image shifted. The viewpoint became a [Mage]-on-the-ground. The city of Pallass and the steps stretched below the viewers, and there, in front of them, was a young man.

And a little brown Gnoll. Ishkr spat out his drink of water. So did a number of Liscorians including Lism.

Im aware and I will do everything I can, Idis. However

She closed her eyes. Her medical self weighed the ethics of her choice. An entire species versus one person?

The Wasting disease has not killed Selphids over this many generations. It may be callous, but there is a patient who needs my direct supervision now. They have already failed to revive her and they might well kill her before I arrive. More than that?

She stared at her personal scrying orb, which she seldom watched for recreation. YetGeneva looked at Pallass, Joseph bouncing the ball with Ekirra.

It looked safe. Safer than Baleros, the continent plagued by so many bloody battles. Perhaps it was petty, wrong of her. Yet for once, she had done as Okasha always wanted. She was putting herself, or rather, her company ahead of her class.

I will return. The United Nations Company might not go. Yetwe might be able to journey to Izril relatively quickly.

Its too dangerous, Geneva. It will take weeks! Look, please talk to Calectus! You cant just decide this!

Ive made up my mind, Idis. I am asking you not to stand in my way. The Bodies of Fellden can join us, of course.

Genevas hands were steady as she packed up her equipment. The truth was she wasnt sure this was the right move. What had forced her to choose was a number of decisions.

The first was Luan. It was one too many lives lost. Geneva couldwouldsave lives here, as many as she could. Yet the other Earthers didnt deserve this.

A bounty. They killed him over a bounty.

Geneva

The second reason was Erin Solstice. Geneva could not help Erin beyond formulating strategies without being there. Not to mention a Potion of Regeneration might save countless lives if she figured out how it worked!

The third reason was contradictory with her medical teachings. Yes, one person, even from Earth, did not outweigh the needs of a species afflicted by this Wasting disease. If Geneva measured by the QALY quotientquality-adjusted life yearsher decision was clear. Like a triage or other measurements a medical professional had to make in choosing who to help, Selphids as a people required assistance perhaps only Geneva could give.

It would have been easy to rely on that. Except for Idis. Except for Okasha. Except for Calectus and the Bodies of Fellden, the Selphid mercenary company, however well-meaning they were.

If one tenet of Genevas practice was to do no harm, and to save as much life as possible, another was not to endanger her patients. She felt now, stronger than ever, that Baleros, and this Selphid company which had come here for her interfered with that second clause.

It had taken a lot of time, making Idis her friend. Establishing the rapport she should have truly built with Okasha. Now was the moment, though. Geneva breathed out. There were actually few valuables the United Nations Company could not grab and run with. Their lease? Theyd lose it anyways. Gold? Possessions?

She stopped as she put it all into her bag of holding. Not her choice. Geneva Scalas heart was beating fast, yet she felt the Selphid slow it reflexively. The [Doctor] spoke, as persuasively as she could.

Idis. I am asking you to help me. I know what your orders are, and your company. Please. Assist me.

The Selphid hesitated. Geneva Scala stood there, unable to move her body. For a moment, a long moment, she feared that she had failed, even after all her hard work getting Idis as an ally.

Then her hand moved up and grabbed the doorknob.

IGeneva

Idis didnt say anything. Yet she did not stop Geneva from twisting the handle. The [Doctor] actually smiled, knowing Idis sensed it.

Thank you, Idis.

She had to tell Daly and Paige, and then move now. The United Nations company was not the Bodies of Felldens target, anyways. That was why

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Huh. You know, therere not many Drowned Folks here. I suppose its hard to play this game on the water. Always feels a bit land-biased to me, though, dont you think, Erek?

Ook.

The orangutan looked at Seve-Alrelious, the Hundredfriends Courier. It was the second time that Seve had been here in as many months and he knew he was attracting attention. His tattoos stood out across his body, and he smiled, but declined to chat. He was waiting for his passenger.

She had prevailed on him, and of course the Hundredfriends Courier had answered the call. He understood there was some trouble, but Geneva Scala did not have to explain. She had to ask and he would answer. That was the debt he owed the Last Light of Baleros for saving so many selflessly.

To wait, he checked the scrying orb, watching, while keeping an eye on the harbor docks. Geneva had told him it might be another hour or two, so he was game to wait. The trick was not to draw attention to her plans; he pretended he was waiting for a delivery, not intimating who the cargo was.

Seve waited, watching the splendid little diversion on the scrying orb with Erek, the glowing orangutan bound to him by magical tattoos.

He waited.

And waited.

After three hours, Seve sensed something was wrong. He threw caution to the winds and made his way to the United Nations Company, then Geneva Scalas clinic.

Of course, by then he was too late.

-

Geneva Scala, Last Light of Baleros and [Doctor], opened the door. A tall Dullahan, still bearing the bodys death-wounds, blocked it.

Calectus. What a surprise. Are you injured? How can I help

Geneva stepped backwards. She was not a good actress. Nor, as it turned out, would that have helped. The Selphid looked down at her, smelling of the faintly formaldehyde-analogous preservatives Selphids used.

Calectus, [Honor Guard] of the Selphids looked down at Geneva in silence. His features were dead and though he mimicked his host-species naturally less-emotive states, he was plainly disapproving.

Reproachful, even. He adjusted the loose Dullahans head attached to the body and spoke.

Geneva. I had hoped that the actions of my people earned us more trust than this.

The [Doctor] fell silent. He knew. Calectus was not alone, either. A group of four Selphids stood behind him. However, she still made the best attempt possible.

What, Im sure I have no idea what youre talking about. I

Izril is too far. Too dangerous. Did you not promise me you would help me save my people?

The [Honor Guard] stood there, stiffly. He was disapproving. The other Selphidsless so. Geneva hesitated.

The truth was impossible to hide. So she stood, straighter, and faced him directly.

Calectus. I intend to fulfill that promise. However, a patient needs my care in Izril.

One Human? You cannot risk your body, your life when we need your abilities here!

A Selphid she did not know the name of scoffed. The [Doctor] met his gaze.

It is not your right to tell me who I must treat. I am aware of the suffering of Selphids. However

She hesitated, but it was time to say it. She looked at Calectus again, then slowly touched her back, indicating the wound that had left her paralyzed. Then her chest.

This is not an equal relationship, or an unbiased one. Calectus. Okasha was proof of that.

His eyes flickered. Some of the other Selphids exchanged glances. The [Honor Guard] inclined his head slowly.

Nevertheless, Doctor Scala. My people die and suffer. Will you not reconsider? The Bodies of Fellden and I have orders regarding you. Orders which I must carry out. HoweverI would like to cooperate.

Geneva hesitated.

Do I have a choice?

Let us provide escort to your company. Perhaps act in your stead. If you wished the rest of your company to journey to Izril

Calectus, that is not within the scope of our mission.

It could be.

The Selphids were not united. Calectus head swung around to address a Selphid behind him, looking irritated at the lack of unity in front of Geneva. The [Doctor] peered at him, trying to gauge his reactions.

If I promised to return? If you went with me?

Calectus frowned. Again, the Selphid in robes, one of the [Mages], answered for him.

The Minds will not allow this. Need we ask for instructions, Calectus?

The voice was warning. The [Honor Guard] shook his head after another second. He met Genevas eyes, looking torn.

I am sorry, Geneva. Hollow words though they are.

She exhaled, slightly. Lifted her hands; they were sweaty.

Then I will abide, Calectus. I will remain here. Perhaps if the United Nations company were given escort instead of methat would be amenable.

He began to nod. The other Selphids hissed. Calectus held up a hand and stepped back.

A moment, please, Geneva.

They began arguing, one of them deploying a [Silence] spell. Geneva saw Calectus began to speakthen gesture more emphatically. The angry [Mage] retortedCalectus lifted two fingers. Then lowered one.

The other Selphids went quiet. Genevas skin prickled as she felt, as she had on the battlefield, the propensity for violence or

Calectus. I will stay and treat the Selphids. Do no harm. Any of you.

He looked up and nodded. Geneva looked at the other Selphids.

If only it could have ended at that. Howeverthe [Mage]s eyes narrowed. They put a hand to their temple, and their eyes widened, then became triumphant.

That is no longer a possibility. Calectus. The Hundredfriends Courier is docked at the harbor. She plans to escape with him! Do you think our company can or should clash with a Sea Courier of his reputation?

Oh no. Seve! Geneva saw Calectus face change. He gave the other Selphid the same lookthen his face was anguished.

Then resigned. He straightened and sighed.

It seems you are correct, Magus.

Calectus, dont

Geneva looked around. The window? She began to edge over. And her feet abruptly stopped. She tried to make them move. Yetthe [Honor Guard] was looking at her now. He spoke solemnly.

Doctor Scala, I respect your desires. However, the Minds of Selphids gave me clear instructions. Idis.

Genevas body had already stopped moving of course. Now, it straightened, with a [Soldier], a [Warrior]s precision. Even saluted the other Selphid. Geneva heard a whisper from within her.

Im sorry. I warned you!

They had known from the start. Geneva was helpless. The Selphid [Mage]s eyes were triumphant. Yeteven as Geneva struggled against her own body and knew she would never win, she wondered how they had known she was leaving to begin with!

The answer became apparent as Calectus looked around and glanced over his shoulder, his head rotating a hundred and eighty degrees.

It seems we must engage our contingencies. Make the company ready. Doctor Scala is mostly prepared, which aids us. Grab any additional tools. Prepare to move out.

Yes, commander.

Selphids moved into the clinic, smoothly grabbing additional supplies. Geneva tried to move her mouth.

This is a mistake. How did you even?

She saw Calectus gesture. One of the Selphid [Mages] walked over to a wall. He rubbed at the blank plasterand a glowing rune appeared.

A listening spell. Theyd bugged her clinic! And Idis had knownthat was why shed been arguing out loud

Im sorry.

Geneva stood there, at military attention as Calectus looked at her.

Doctor Scala, your level has risen high enough. I must insist you accompany us.

It wasnt even hard. Idis moved Genevas body so there was no struggling. No fight to give. She just sat in the coach after leaving the clinic, lying to her staffs faces. Only when she was given her tongue back did Geneva look at the Selphids.

Do you think you can force me to help you?

The Selphids looked at her. Calectus looked slightly ashamed, yet he was still direct. He spoke, quietly.

Franklyyes. Im afraid your moral convictions are clear, Doctor Geneva. We are desperate. We cannot risk you dying on Izril. WeI am sworn to defend my people. Thus, my class. Even if I must cast aside honor to do so.

He exhaled, though it was an unnecessary gesture. Geneva saw him turning, and felt her pivoting to walk with him.

Dont do this, Calectus. Please.

The Selphid [Honor Guard] looked at her. Then he gestured.

Your company will be untouched. They will not be able to follow us. We are taking you to one of our bases. The Minds await. Move out.

That day, the Last Light of Baleros

Vanished. Straight out from under the noses of all the observers, Niers students, and her company.

-

It was football. Or soccer if you were weird. Really, it depended on perspective. The point waswas it coincidence, or was it football that caused this kind of day?

ThisEmpress Nsiia had gone through the worst days of her life. Yet the problem was, it was never a single day.

It repeated. So, she shed a few tears. Armsmaster Dellic and some of Illiveres fittest warriors hovered, uncertain of why she was crying.

Surely not vanity? It was not that.

She just wanted them to know she was alive. Yet she couldnt get onto the stupid news. Nsiia sniffed. She would cut off a finger to give them somethingsome of the cheer pervading the news.

In fact, the news, which often gave no truth to tragedy. When it was happy, the world was happy. When some arbitrary people decided everyone should grieve, that was what you saw.

How quickly they had stopped saying Tiqrs name. How fickle the world was. Nsiia saw it as some vast, ever-changing thing. Not like an animal at all, but some hive which could be capable of great good, or wrath, but forgot faster than anything.

Not like elephants. Not like Thef. A glorious and petty thing.

So how did you get its attention? Nsiia wiped her tears away just outside of Femithains mansion, in the streets. She looked at the [Mage] and realized, ironically, the sight of the Empress of Beasts bawling her eyes out might have gotten her the attention.

It might have, indeed. Nsiia came to a sudden realization. Her eyes widened. She crouched and before Dellic could react, started running. The [Mage], who had been yawning, snapped his head up as Nsiia put into action her plan.

-

Her conclusion was the exact opposite of Rabbiteaters. The frustrated Order of Seasons hadnt figured out how to top the displays on television. Aura blades and so on couldnt match the magic now sprinkled into these viewings.

Rabbiteater had been giving it a good think himself, game to help these nice people. Howeverhe had to admit he wasnt that smart.

He didnt have some unique way to blend Skill and talent such that Wistram would have no choice but to showcase the Order of Seasons. Perhaps a smarter person would have. Like Chieftain Rags. OrErin.

Rabbiteater missed her. He thought about it, as he sat in the grass. Then he had his idea. He trotted over to the Falls Sentinel and made a request.

What, Ser Solstice?

The older [Knight] looked surprised, but he was perfectly content to put Rabbiteaters slightly-audacious plan into action. The Springs Warden and Summers Champion glanced up, slightly hopeful. Rabbiteater smiled.

Where the Empress of Beasts had found a clever solution born out of her understanding of, well, people, the Goblin had taken a different tack.

He just cheated.

-

The event was winding down. Joseph was tired, and Ekirra was falling asleep on his feet after working out so hard twice. But the little Gnoll was smiling.

Do you know his parents, Coach Joseph? Pallass might want to make them an offer of citizenshipwe could always use strong players for a junior team.

The Drake [Strategist] was looking at Ekirra appraisingly. Joseph had no idea how to respond to that. He was almost snoozing himself as he waited to go back to the inn. Drassi had returned to the booth, ejecting Noass.

Its been a great day of submissions. I think well be playing more all night that were recorded, but we have a few more live ones to get to

Josephs head nodded as he and Ekirra sat down, sweaty, exhausted, despite the stamina potions. He drifted off for a second.

[Conditions Met: Kicker Football Player Class!]

[Football Player Level 14!]

[Skill Fast Feet obtained!]

[Skill Second Wind obtained!]

Not so vast. But new. Joseph smiled as he opened his eyes. Hed suspected that would have happened. He began to get up with Ekirra in his arms as the door opened. Yet hed done so too soon.

The second notification hit him loud as, louder than the first. Andodd.

[Coach Drob!

[Coachmobtai!

[Radiant Coachdr]

[Coach Class Obtained!]

[Coach Level 16!]

Joseph walked into the wall. Yet it wasnt done. The voice in his head kept shouting, as if it was as amazed as he was.

[Conditions Met: Coach Famed Coach Class!]

[Conditions Met: Famed Coach World-Renowned Coach Class!]

[Skill Eyes of Talent obtained!]

[Skill Unveil Potential (Magical) obtained!]

[Skill Legendary Reputation obtained!]

[Skill

Joseph felt Ekirra wake up. He saw the little Gnoll yawn. Wide-eyed, Joseph looked about.

Oh my god. I broke it.

He practically ran into The Wandering Inn, holding up Ekirra, wanting to stare at the news. It had to be that! How many people had seen Joseph? How many people had treated his advice as a lesson? It was the class. Teacher to the world. He held Ekirra up as both stared at the scrying mirror. Ekirras eyes widened as it flicked to another viewpoint. Joseph blinked. He forgot about his new class for a second.

Two seconds later, he tossed Ekirra out of the common room.

-

Empress Nsiia of Tiqr, or at least, what they called her on the news, did a juggling trick with a soccer ball. Then she kicked it.

It bounced off Armsmaster Dellics face. Nsiia laughed as he jerked in surprise. No one else was really fielding the ball, either. So she just ran.

The [Scrying Mage] tracked her with his eyes as she ran. Incidentally, Nsiia knew she was live.

General Vasraf was summoned from his tent by a shout. He stared at the scrying orb, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Salii, letting the [Martial Artists] continue their training exercise despite the cameras not being on them, looked up at the shout. The citizens who had fled Tiqr were staring at one of three scrying devices that all of Pomle had. Some were staring. Otherslaughing. Or cheering.

Why? Salii glanced at her orb. She blinked, checked her spectacles.

Oh. How clever.

Scandalous!

Sir Relz lost his monocle. Drassi was blinking, half-using her notes as a shield. She turned to the Drake.

Uhwho decided to show this?

Not me! Its indecent! There are children watching it!

Wow. So someone in Wistram is a pervert.

Drassi smiled. Then amended her statement.

I suppose its topical. Erthis is almost definitely Empress Nsiia, formerly of Tiqr, the Empress of Beasts. Is this how she normally exercises, or do you think its special?

Why are you asking me?

Sir Relz snapped. Drassi gave him a look.

Well, I wouldnt know.

She gave another glance at the scrying orb, which was getting a lot of angry [Message] spells. Eldavin strode into the scrying room.

What is wrong with you people?

But it was too late. Someone had indeed decided it was exceptionally topical to feature Empress Nsiia running around the walls of the city. She wasnt doing anything special or running particularly fast. A few Golems were chasing after her, with blankets, as Magus-Crafter Femithain realized what she was doing.

Yet she had gotten herself on television. The only way she knew how.

Nsiia was not topless. Because that implied there was other clothing on her. She was running, laughing, waving an arm at the [Mage] keeping her in view as Armsmaster Dellic and some of the soldiers followed. They seemed uncertain of what to do. Nsiia had begun removing clothing and, well, gotten a lot more attention from the [Mages] screening the submissions.

General Vasraf stared at the Empress of Beasts evading a chasing Golem trying to insert a modesty-blanket into the scene. Sir Relz and Drassi were arguingSir Relz actually to keep it up.

Erwellshes clearly making a statement, so if were showing her

What if it was a naked male Drake! Gah! Youre disgusting! Noass, get in here! Im leaving!

Drassi frowned as someone approached her with a [Message]. Chaos in the studio.

Vasraf saw Nsiias head turn. She looked at the viewer. Across the world, people got a good view ofeverything, as she stopped and faced the viewers.

Was it sheer vanity, madness, the King of Destructions desire for attention that had prompted it? Certainly, it had an effect on a number of people.

Including the Siren of Savere, whose eyes narrowed dangerously. Reminded of her nemesis. Queen Yisame delicately averted her eyes, but both glared.

That did not look like a miserable prisoner under Femithains aegis, did it?

It was not for either one that Nsiia did this. Not for attention. She looked into the scrying mirror, and the worlds second nudist on televisions smile wavered.

The [Wild General] felt likeshe was staring at him. The warriors who had been looking at their leader looked at her eyes. Everyone else didnt notice her expression at first.

Get me a recording.

Ieka whispered to a [Maid].

Saliss of Lights just rolled his eyes.

Amateur.

Then he saw Nsiia lift an arm. Her tanned skin glistened in the fading sunlight. Surely some [Poets] were already composing verses about curves and glistening and whatnot, as they did.

They were welcome to it. Nsiia had stopped smiling. She lifted her hand up and clenched it into a fist. For this moment, she had abandoned modesty, as if she needed it. She looked into the orb, at Vasraf, at her citizens who might see her wherever they had gone.

People of Tiqr!

Nsiia shouted, as loudly as her lungs could fill with air. The [Mage], Dellic, and the others stopped. Even the Golems hesitated. The woman went on.

I am no longer your [Empress]. I have failed you time and again! Even now, some of you labor in chains, stolen from your homes. The herds have fled, our mighty friends lie dead. I am a prisoner in a cage made of kindness.

Femithain looked at the scrying orb, hearing the voice shouting, then a delayed copy coming from the orb. Nsiias eyes shimmered with tears.

Yet this I swear: while I live, while our people still fight for our home, Tiqr has not died! While my heart beats, I will find you wherever you have gone. Solive.

Shut it off!

One of the [Mages] turned to adjust the spell. This wasnt casual nudity, which Wistram could condone. This was

Eldavin calmly kicked the [Mage] behind the knees. Down they went. Eldavin looked around.

Let her speak. This is news.

He looked at the [Empress]. She was still speaking, knowing her time was running out. Eldavin gave her the moment. Brave girls. He saw her, like so many, point at him. At

Vasraf! Dont you dare die until we meet again. I command you.

She spread her arms, unashamed, and shouted. Crying, thrusting an arm back up in the air.

Tiqr falls! And Tiqr stands! Never forget! And give them no quarter! Tiqr stands! Tiqr

The image went blank. Then, turned to the two stunned Drakes in the studio. They said somethingVasraf didnt hear them.

He was laughing. Tears running down his face as he laughed at his silly [Empress]. So too were the people in the tent. In Pomle, wherever they were.

Empress of Beasts. She wiped the tears from her eyes. Nsiia knew that when she slept, they would give it back to her. It was not a burden she craved. Yet for them, she would bear it again. She accepted a blanket from the Golem staring down at her. She saw Femithain walking out of the gates.

You have quite made a mess of things, Empress Nsiia.

That was all he remarked when he looked at her. Nsiia wiped at her face, and smiled.

Would you expect to easily cage the Empress of Beasts, Magus-Crafter?

He gave her a rueful look.

I suppose I was quite arrogant.

-

Okay, I feel like I have to issue an apology here since no one else will. I didnt authorize that. Someone did.

The image had stayed on Drassi and Sir Relz in the booth. Although the other Drake seemed too embarrassed to come on set for the moment. So Drassi had command. She was sorting through [Messages] printed in-studio as she spoke.

I think this message puts it bestWhile I am aware some viewers may find this sight full of attraction, I must complain on behalf of my subjects about the indecent nudity expressed on Wistram News Network. Younger audiences may have been inappropriately subjected to the indecency of monarchs displaying less than appropriate grandeurwait a sec. That didnt go where I thought it would.

Drassi frowned, checking the sender.

Erthats by the Ruler of Khelt, Fetohep, of whom we can all agree with. Less than appropriate grandeur. Right. I see this one wants more naked people on air. Well, Oney Eminith, I dont agree. [Merchant] in Izril, incidentally. Thats right, Im calling you out!

Drassi slapped down another [Message]. She glowered, putting peril into the flood of [Messages] coming this way. Drassi checked another one, frowned, blinkedand then glanced up.

Whano way. Thats not

She stared at the [Message] in silence until Sir Relz hurried onto the set.

Something inappropriate, Miss Drassi? I am assured Wistram will not be broadcasting any more nudity, and we will in fact warn and perhaps set up a channel for indecent

Shut up, Relz. Ihey. Get me in touch with Wistram. Theres something you need to show. Hereheres coordinates I guess. Just do it. Why? Because Im your [Reporter].

Drassi looked rattled for a second. Then she went back to speaking.

I think this day has given us all some things to think about.

Indeed. Quite.

Sir Relz colored as she stared at him.

Not what I meant, Sir Relz. The football practice?

Er, quite.

Not to mention the wonderful displays of amazing talent around the world. In fact, we may be showing them later. I dont know, my times up and Im going to relax on my time off. Howeversomeones sent in a rather unique training montage.

More so than all of what weve seen? Drassi?

Sir Relz adjusted his monocle. Drassi nodded slowly. She stared ahead, waiting. And her tone was suddenly distant.

Yes indeedah, here they are.

At last, so they were. The Order of Seasons appeared in the scrying mirror. Waving, kicking the ball around.

This is the Order of Seasons, no doubt. Around their keep, running, passing the ballI see nothing extraordinary, Drassi. They are a renowned Knight Order, but what is the extraordinary event that prompted you to select them, may I ask?

Sir Relz looked skeptical. He turned to Drassi. She was searching the [Knights] running about as the aerial [Scrying] spell moved.

There he was. Rabbiteater saw himself, delayed on stream, waving up at the sky, turning to look at the orb, as the Summers Champion beamed and slapped him on the shoulder. The Springs Warden saluted, and the Falls Champion looked quite delighted for their moment in the waning sun.

Oh, its more symbolic, Sir Relz. You see, Im being told that someones issued achallenge? A commendation? From Liscor to Terandria, here I am. You were there, werent you? I dont think you played soccer. Definitely baseball the first time it came here.

Drassi was speaking quietly, looking into the scrying orb. Sir Relz glanced at her.

You mean, the first game of baseball? Wasnt that around

The Wandering Inn. Yes. Celum, if you want to be more accurate, but he was there. So was I. Thisvieweris calling in from Terandria. They made it all the way there, or so I gather. A guest of the inn. A personal friend.

Josephs head rose as Ekirra banged on the door hed propped a chair against, demanding to see. He looked around. Ishkr turned, blinking, confused.

Who could that be? Theres no way

Who is our mystery caller? That [Knight], there, in the unadorned armor? I dont see a crest.

Itsa Ser Solstice. Although he gave me a different name. Hethe names secret. But hehe likes eating rabbits. Theres your hint.

Drassi was breathing heavily. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. Sir Relz looked at her uncomprehendingly, not sure what had set this off in his co-host.

Ishkr dropped his cleaning dust rag. Joseph looked around. He didnt see

He ran to get Numbtongue. He never made it to the door; Bird smacked straight into him, bowled him over, and ran, all four arms waving, into the [Garden of Sanctuary].

The Hobgoblin ran out just in time to see Ser Solstice raise an arm. Numbtongues eyes were wide.

It could not be. Yethe remembered Erin receiving the ransom notice. There he was.

His armor hid his face. But look: the crimson cloak swung around his shoulders. He still carried Headscratchers axe. Numbtongue reached for the mirror.

Drassi was hiccupping. She managed to stifle it. Because there was another layer to this.

Ser Solstice writesI am playing this fun game. Challenging the [Innkeeper] and inn when I get back. Very nice [Knights] here.

Ser Solstice. The name is familiar. The [Innkeeper] has to mean

Sir Relz looked at Drassi.

Rabbiteater saw the Drakes anguished face at last. He slowed his waving and smile behind his helmet. Because, of course, she had realized something.

He didnt know. In this world, the guests of The Wandering Inn had gone far and wide. His last message from Erin had convinced Rabbiteater she was fine. He didnt know.

Today, the news reached the second-last person to hear it. Drassis tears were trickling down her cheeks.

Imso glad youre okay, Ser Solstice. I thought you died. Theres something you should know, though.

Magnolia Reinhart said nothing. She sat, watching in silence, genial mood lost again. The third-last and fourth-last people, Magnolia and Ressa, listened to the news as Drassi broke it.

Tried to break it.

The thing isAncestors, I dont know how to say it. I thought everyone knew. Erinshe helped bring baseball here. Sheswasthe [Innkeeper] of Liscor. Famous in Liscor. Pallass too, if you dont know. Im sorry. Its just. Shes

Rabbiteater stared blankly at the orb. The Springs Warden, Summers Champion, Falls Sentinel, and Knight-Commander Calirn had all halted.

They knew from cadence and tone, just Drassis face. It was not something Rabbiteater could imagine, though. He stared, confused. Until it hit him.

It was not Drassi who delivered the news at last. She couldnt get the words out. Sir Relz, almost callously, spoke, finally snapping his fingers.

Erin Solstice. Yes, I recall her. The proprietress of The Wandering Inn. She isdead. Isnt she? Killed during a raid by the city of Hectval inoh.

Drassi looked at him. Sir Relz scrambled to clarify.

A terrible tragedy. Hectvalto inform our viewers, the city of Hectval launched a raid thatI understand measures were taken to preserve her life and Liscor and Hectval are in a state of warbut the [Innkeeper] known as Erin Solstice passed away roughly

He went on. Rabbiteater didnt hear it. He had dropped the scrying orb.

Ser Solstice?

The Springs Warden said something. Greysten turned to Rabbiteater, mirth forgotten. Ser Calirn reached out. Too slowly.

Rabbiteater felt the world sinking around him. He realized it was not the worldhe was.

He fell backwards, darkness closing in. He had never passed out, not in battle, not when he was wounded, bleeding. For the first time in his life, he let oblivion take him.

Rather than face the truth.

-

It was the last note of Drassis broadcast. She left, unable to continue recording and Sir Relz took over to apologize.

It was a sad moment to interrupt all the entertainment of the day. Too much reality, interjected into television.

That was the distinction between life and media. Uplifting, depressing, pure melancholy, slice-of-lifeeach to their own moment.

Silly and grand. Action-packed and trivial.

So. Another one of us is gone.

Rmi Canada slowly exhaled. He slowly crossed her name off the list. He had worked so hard to uncover it. Yet like so manythey were gone when he looked for them. Like the group he had parted ways from at Actelios Salash.

A cruel world. A realistic one. He slowly turned back to what he was working on. He would pray for Erin Solstice later, if he could find the words and belief.

Today? He turned to the head of the broadcasting studio. NotWistrams, but the elegant Stitchwoman, Silk-caste, of Nerrhavias Wonders, the Chandrarian-broadcast studio.

Bad news, Journalist Canada?

She attempted to look properly contrite for his loss, but Rmi just shook his head.

No one I knew personally, Emir Elanna. Is everything prepared?

The woman flicked her fingers slightly as she replied, a refined gesture with multiple layers of meaning.

To a modicum of satisfaction. Such a barbaric game. Yet you assure us that Wistram will find it of note. I can well assume the spectacle will attract such event. Such that Nerrhavias splendors will acquire their deserved place in the spotlight.

That was a yes, which Rmi interpreted after a moment. He nodded, and the Emir gestured elegantly.

Let us begin the spectacle.

She intoned, and into the air, the [Journalist] looked.

Of course, he knew Wistram was making an event of football. The Canadian [Journalist] was also aware people who met with Wistrams agents tended to disappear, probably to Wistram. He had watched the [Popstar]s performance, after all.

Well and so, Rmi had mixed feelings on how to influence global events, if at all. This? This was more in giving Nerrhavia and by extent, Chandrar, a bit of fair ground in the war for attention.

For Earthers, a hint that not everything came from Wistram.

And mainly because it was a lot of fun.

Grand viewers of Chandrar and the world over! I am Emir Elanna of Nerrhavias Fallen! It is my delight to introduce you to another new sport, that has not been showcased before on live broadcast!

At least this woman had the right stage presence for the job. As her broadcast came to life, Wistram News Network itself began to lose viewers as Nerrhavias Fallen literally bought attention.

Also because it was new. Trey Atwood nearly choked to death as the competing broadcast came to life. The Earthers of Wistram looked up, confused at what sport theyd had left to introduce? Basketball? Hockey? They saw Rmi Canada of course, and Elena was out of her chair, pointing. The [Mages] in a furor.

Him and that Joseph! Why are they at large? How could High Mage Merzun have lost against Montressa in Liscor?

Naili hissed at Beatrice. Eldavin, listening in past their shoddy spells, frowned. He hadnt excluded Liscor from Wistrams greed. Hed forgotten there were more.

A reckoning would have to come. He drummed his fingers on the table, then glanced at the scrying mirror set against the banquet halls wall.

Am I to take it from your reaction that this is another aspect of Earth?

Archmage Valeterisa eyed Elena with interest. The [Beautician] was spluttering.

Yes! No! Itssort of, but we cant play it!

That madman. That genius!

Aaron stood up and applauded Rmi as the young man explained.

This is a game dearly, dearly beloved in my homeland, Emir Elanna, and I can only thank the munificence of Queen Yisame that she has graciously recreated it for me here. To anyone who recognizes thisthe game is known as the famous, nay, renowned sport of

Treys jaw dropped.

What is it, Troy?

Goelv asked, the Gazers eyes curious. The [Sand Mage] breathed the answer as his fellow students stared at him uncomprehendingly.

Quidditch.

The carpets rose into the air, and two actual broomsticks. Nervous Stitch-People holding bats, the enchanted balls, and of course, the golden object of possession all hovered higher. An enchanted sphere zipped about as Rmi explained.

You see, this is a [Mage]s game. I am surprised Wistram didnt know about it.

He raised an eyebrow. The Emir, clearly enjoying the ribbing at Wistram, laughed politely.

Yet, as I understand it, players may hit these dangerous objects at each other? Even knock each other from the vehicles? Which is why all are warded with falling enchantments, of course. Such a violent game. Barbaric, even.

Ah, Emir Elanna, you know [Mages]unconventional. However, I thought it would be lovely to showcase. Perhaps Wistram lacks the artifacts to field their own team?

We have to play! How did none of you think of it?

Aaron bellowed as he left the table. George pointed at him.

How come you didnt?

A barbaric game? They were laughing, clamoring to play! The first game of the fictional game from Earth that had never been realized in actuality took place as the [Mages] susurrated. Hardly barbaric! Trey shook his head. It was amazing! He realized hed given away his cover, though, and was scrambling to explain to his friends

Right before the first fatality. A novice [Carpet Rider] lost control of her carpet.

She was of the String People, yes. Yes, she had enchantments. However, hitting the ground at nearly a hundred miles per hour meant none of that mattered.

The audience, Rmi, and the Emir all went quiet. Eldavin snorted quietly at his table.

Fools.

The Quarass did likewise, as she watched the same broadcast. The reason no one played that game was that flying was incredibly dangerous.

-

There was a benefit to the death, however. Not to the grieving fianc, the family, or the broadcast, which had to be terminated and all the hard work ended by the fatality.

However, there was a benefit. Just not for the living.

The bewildered ghost arose where she had died. Correspondingly, as the reality of her death set in, she was not lost to shadows, consumed. In fact, she was welcomed by the lines of ghosts, practically dragged before a council of royalty led by Khelts dead.

Tell us what is happening in the world, child.

The First of Khelt spoke, staring down at the little [Carpet Rider]s ghost. For how else would the dead know what was happening in the world?

There were very few ways, Erin had learned. Sances, summoning rituals to bind dead to the living, were out of fashion because of course the ghosts had been fleeing thethingsall this time.

Now, it would be impossible in Izril, or virtually. Plus, the living had to make the effort in most of the ways. For the dead to call on the living?

Only a few methods remained, and the easiestvia Khelt, wasnt working.

Fetohep has left Khelt!

One of the rulers cried aloud, frustration clear on his face.

To give it life and expand the borders. We understand the reasoning, if not condone it. Yet the timing is ill indeed. Perhaps our enemy commands luck itself. Fate.

Take heart. Nowexplain to us once again. What is soccer? We understand Wistrams broadcast.

The half-Giant ruler bent down and boomed to the quavering [Carpet Rider], staring at the dynasties of Chandrars greatest rulers and heroes.

So as before, now again. Mass-communication spells link this world. In my era, it was naught to be surprised at.

An Archmage sneered, as some of the rulers looked mightily impressed at the phenomenon. A [Sage] prodded her in the back.

Your era was marked by the end of magic for nearly three hundred years, due to the experiments your academy conducted.

That was an accident!

Accident? Countless millions died screaming from what you unleashed! Magic ended.

It came back!

Ghosts argued and bickered, silenced only when the greatest among them restored order. It was a sight to see, the conclave of the dead. If Erin could have watched, she would have.

However, Califor dragged her away from the ruckus to the eight.

Eight. An auspicious number, but Califor made nine, and Erin made ten. Soless auspicious. They didnt care.

Eight [Witches] sat or stood in a former throne room of old. They looked at Erin.

[Witches]. Each one far greater than Califor had been in life. The greatest of their eras.

First [Witches]. Later[Sages], [Heroes], [Monks], [Mages], and all the others who were vying to teach Erin Solstice. However, Califor had convinced the Rulers of Khelt to let [Witches] be first. How shed managed that, Erin had no idea. Perhaps the First of Khelt simply agreed that their classes shared common ground.

Ah. The living soul walks among us.

One of the [Witches] souls was so old she had forgotten what she looked like. She was more wisp than person, and kept coming back into focus. When Erin did look at her, she saw a grand woman, reclining with fur instead of robes, legs crossed, a smile like mischief itself on her lips, and a feather in her witchs hat.

All style, in short. Another [Witch] had eyes like a storm front itself was contained in them. Yet another was tall as two floors of Erins inn. Her skin looked like bark.

Legends. They sat, waiting, as the [Innkeeper] halted in front of them. Faced with the greatest of witch-kind that had ever died on Chandrar, Erin Solstice stopped.

Then she walked over to the nearest [Witch] and held out a hand.

Erin Solstice. Nice to meet you. Wanna hamburger?

She offered the [Witch] of trees a hamburger of memory, Imani-style since all the ghosts liked that. The [Witch] stared at her. Califor made a strangled sound in her throat.

After a second, fingers like twigs took the burger. Erin went around the circle, smiling and talking.

Hi, Im Erin. Have a hamburger. Hi, Im Erin. Hamburger? Erinburger? Umspaghetti?

She conjured the memory of a good spaghetti with alfredo sauce. Califor reached out and smacked it out of Erins hand. The plate hit the ground, shattered, and vanished.

One of the remaining [Witches] looked disappointed. Another, who sat in the center, did not. She raised one eyebrow and spoke.

We did not come here to gorge ourselves on memory and regret, girl.

Erin looked at her. Even the [Innkeeper]s cheerful bravado wilted for a second.

An eye stared back. A vast eye, joined by smaller ones, opening and closing, shrouded by a single, vermillion witchs hat. Each iris a different color.

That was all Erin could make out. There werelimbsyes, but the [Witch] beneath the hat was shrouded by darkness. It wrapped around her, yet Erin saw the flash of sharp teeth as the mouth spoke.

You are everything Witch Califor says. More and less. The courage to face down what we will not name. The arrogance to make nothing of your talents, to be satisfied with mediocrity.

Erin Solstice stared at the [Witch]. The things Erin had learned were these:

Gods were petty, ghosts were chaotic, and [Witches] were rude.

But youre dead. Its just a burger. Dont you want?

She was about to say that the [Witches] might never get a second chance to remember food or the joys of the living, but the [Witch] snapped back a reply.

We are dead, with the infinity of the afterlife before us. Yet somehow, you still manage to waste time.

Erin hesitated. Califor took her place, and the nine [Witches] looked at her.

You must learn something, Erin Solstice. We believe your nature matches ours. Will you at least listen to what we have to teach you?

The [Innkeeper] bit her lip. She fidgeted in front of the [Witches], glanced around.

Me? But I dont really fit in. Are you sure there are no legendary [Innkeepers] or, like, amazing [Bartenders] I can learn from? Really, thats more fitting than

She trailed off in front of the stares of the [Witches].

A fish dances on the line less desperately than you. What fear you, Erin Solstice? You have died. What is there left to fear?

Another [Witch] commented, her voice bubbling, hat concealing half-aquatic features. Erin looked around.

Im just not um[Witch] material! I like your hats! Its just

As stubborn as teaching Dragons manners. You said as much, Califor. I wonder why.

Yet one more [Witch]. She crackled, sitting opposite the [Witch] of trees. She wasnt exactly fire. More like the memory of it. Thuscharcoal skin. Ash, as if she were flaking apart as Erin looked at her. This ash-witch leaned forwards. She had one eye; the other was a socket.

What do you fear? Not the power of it, I think. Yet something holds you back.

In front of the nine stares, Erin Solstice hesitated. Why did she resist? She was dead. The world was in danger. She had always wanted the power to help her friends. Dreamed of it. Longed for it in those dark days. Why?

The answer slipped out of her.

What if Im not special, though? What if I cant live up to those expectations? I dont think Im capable of changing things. If you give me all this knowledge and put me in that place where everyone counts on mewhat if I fail and they all suffer and die because of me?

It was her great fear. A true answer, perhaps one of the truest she had ever given. Erin hung her head as she stood before the dead women.

Ah.

The Drowned Witch sat back. The others looked at each other. Two hats nodded. Then, almost as one, the coven began to laugh at her.

Bubbling chuckles, laughter like crackling wood. A hearty, booming laugh from the oldest among them. They laughed at Erin.

Hey. I was being heartfelt there. This is hurting my feelings.

The [Innkeeper] protested. Yet, the [Witches] just guffawed in her face. The one made of wood spoke. Her tones were hollow, like that of Giants.

SO SAYS THE CHILD WHO STOLE FROM THE ___S THEMSELVES. WHO STOLE THE BLADE OF KINGS!

A leafy bough lowered, holding a hat made of leaves. The [Witch] looked Erin in the eye, not unkindly. That was just it. None of them were incapable of kindness. They might refuse to offer it, but it was in them.

Great kindness. Terrible wrath. And a desiretwo vast eyes fixed Erin with a knowing look.

IF AN ARMY STOOD BETWEEN YOU AND A SINGLE FRIEND, WOULD YOU LET IT BAR YOUR WAY?

The reply came out of Erin.

No. But I wouldnt fight them. Id

Another [Witch] interrupted. The Gazer blinked at Erin.

If a wrong exists, will you not right it, if it is within your power? Do you let injustice walk before you?

Thats notno, but

I see foolhardy bravery. Burning passion. Cunningso deeply hidden it fools even herself! All she lacks is the courage to admit what she is! I see all that is a [Witch].

The others nodded. Erin felt like they were running over all her protests and objections, which of course was exactly what they were doing. She spread her hands.

What if I fail, though?

Califor stood up. The [Witch] adjusted her hat, and looked Erin straight in the eye.

To be a [Witch] is to try. You need not even bother to try. Do you think we would leave it to chance? You can struggle or protest or run. We will make you a [Witch]. Yet we will ask. Will you give it your all?

The [Innkeeper] met her first teachers of the dead. She looked from gaze to gaze, ancient beings, terrifying power.

Women, people who had once been like her. None of them had forgotten it. That was the difference between them and Belavierr. Between them and the sixgods.

They waited. Erin sighed. Not in denialjust letting go of something. Excuses, probably. They drifted away in the land of the dead. It did not change her in any visible way, or who she was.

Perhaps, thoughslowly, Erin relaxed her shoulders and straightened her back. She nodded.

I guess I can try.

The [Witches] smiled. As one, they nodded their pointed hats. Erin slowly sat as her lessons in the land of the dead began. She had already received her first one.

-

A game of football. That night, Joseph relaxed in his bed, feeling more secure than he ever had before. OhLiscors people werent happy. Several had come to shout at Joseph, including Lism.

However, it could have been worse. What truly mattered though, was his class.

[Coach].

He was no great football player, for all he was the first to get the class. Joseph could accept that. However, he would try to become the worlds best football coach. Hed fight for that, especially with the head start he had.

A day in the sun and shine with consequence all around.

Geneva Scala was missing, and her disappearance threw Talenqual into chaos, not least her allies.

Empress Nsiia had regained the attention of her enemies. Tiqr fell, Tiqr stood.

The Grand Magus, Eldavin, prepared to shake Wistrams foolish ways apart.

Mrsha had gone to Invrisil with a friend.

Rabbiteater, Ser Solstice, awoke to learn the world had ended.

Erin Solstice studied in the lands of the dead.

More, of course. Yet for now, the last thing to happen of any note was the little broadcast that most had missed.

The tearful words of a Drake to the Goblin who had not known. It played the world over of course, but aside from making some people sad, it had no impact, no connection with most who saw it.

Those that had known had already known. Except for those who had known wrong.

Even the skeleton had known. Even the Goblins and Antinium. Even Healing Slime, and the blind [Emperor] and little rats in a Minotaurs enchanted cell.

The last person in this world to learn the truth watched and listened to the broadcast, chuckling, making comments. Then choked, sprayed the noodles out of the bowl he was eating after his shift.

The stall owner objected, but the person didnt react. He sat there, holding the bowl until it crackedthen tossed down money and left the stall, shakily.

He walked the unfamiliar streets of a different city, attracting indifferent looks as he walked to his temporary apartments.

Senior Guardsman Relc stopped to lean against a building. He was fumbling at his belt pouch. Hehis clawed hand was shaking. He yanked something out.

How could it be? How? Had they forgotten? Had they

The letter was neat, printed from the Mages Guild, and now he looked at it, too sparse in details. They detailed the war, which hed been worried about. But in each one, now, he saw the truth the Drake had carefully written around.

His daughters neat handwriting, just above her signature on the latest letter, stood out to Relc Grasstongue.

Everything is fine over here.

Relc slowly slumped down the wall. All lies eventually bore out, even the best-intentioned of them. He sat there, processing what had happened long before he had known, that everyone else had gone through before him.

It changed nothing for Relc. He sat there for a long time. In a city far from the inn where he should have been.

What came after that was a different story, for another day.

Authors Notes: This is not the side story chapter with the theme of Paradigm Shift. I was surprised it won, but I will write it! Maybe next chapter?

However, thisis me writing what I want to write, and need to write. This is not Uplifting, or Slice-of-Life, but it has elements of a lot of the side stories put into one whole, unlike Paradigm Shift, which gets its own chapter. As you might infer from the downer parts.

Some things like Genevas section were pieces I didnt know how to incorporate and left hanging too long, perhaps. They could have been chapters of their own, but I put them in here.

Writing choices. At any rate, Im back. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and the amazing art of Enuryns that has just been done! The Wandering Inns menu, in high-res detail! All the things you cant eat at the moment!

Thanks for reading for now, and look forwards to more stories. Let me know which one youd like, in addition to the one youve voted on, of course! Ill let you know when you get that one. For now, Im away!

The Wandering Inn Menu by Enuryn the [Naturalist]!