Book 8: Chapter 17: H

Book 8: Chapter 17: H

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A little girl lifted a stick in the grassy playing area outside of an old, weathered keep and shouted at the group of children armed with buckets, sticks, and other toys, some even carved to look like the real thing.

The woman stared as a silvery arm lifted an actual sword, the edge gleaming with magic and enchantments. Below the hill, the first wave of close-combat adventurers tensed. She looked around, at friends and people she had met today, armed with weapons and armor, each piece of which had seen battle, drawn blood and blocked killing strikes.

It was a strange thing to realize a dream. Even a childs dream. Both child and woman inhaled. Gold-blonde hair shone in the sunlight. The setting sun had just passed midday. Her heart was beating too fast.

A [Marksman] grimly set an arrow to a bow behind her. A half-Giant waited, leaning on his staff, armor gleaming on his shoulders.

In her memory, Yvlon Byres waved her stick and shouted.

Charge! For the glory of House Byres!

The adult looked ahead and wondered if she would die. How high would the toll be? Nevertheless, she looked at her companions. The half-Elf and young man standing together, faces shining in the light of the magical circle one had drawn.

The Antinium looking up at her, waiting. Calm. Trusting.

Forwards.

The first wave of adventurers began to march forwards. A few began to run, but the rest advanced at a trot. Faster. Towards the village in the distance.

At first, nothing lurked in the empty streets. The windows were shuttered; closed where they were not broken. Then, the first silhouette appeared.

Glowing eyes. The putrid smell of rotten flesh. A Zombie lurched forwards. One, then a dozen.

Then a hundred. Then they filled the streets.

Yvlon Byres was striding down the small incline. She began to run, to join the front. Adventurers passed next to her. A Selphid grinned as she hefted the flail, wearing a Raskghars body. A Minotaur nodded at her and she saw a younger woman, saluting him with her sword

The adventurers closed as the first volley of arrows and spells hit the undead. Then, they shouted, they screamed and howled challenges, oaths to defy death. Louder than the girl could have ever imagined, with a sincerity that made Yvlons skin chill. She lifted the sword as a burning skull swung towards her.

The [Armsmistress] swung her sword and beheaded the undead. She ran into the first streets of the Village of the Dead. She turned as the first undead vanished before the charge and raised the speaking stone to her lips as she readied her sword, already cursing.

Silver and steelCeria, Pisces, team leaders, get ready for a fight! There are thousands!

She lifted her sword and plunged forwards into a sea of glowing eyes and rotting limbs.

-

Then.

They were a day later than planned. It looked like a day and a half, to judge by the uneven concert of wagons, horses, and even a moving palanquin assembling by nightfall.

Well never get it organized before midday.

Ceria groaned, pulling at her hair as she saw the arrivals crowding up, looking for places to settle, some greeting each other by name or introducing themselvesin the way of the others, by the by. Shouts, jovial greetings, and the scream of someone getting their foot run over filled the air about three miles away from the Village of the Dead.

Pisces winced at the high-pitched scream, but kept honing the edge of his rapier with a whetstone. He blew, inspected the edge, and sighed.

One supposes we might have organized this a bit better. However, the response is gratifying.

And unexpected. Ceria bit her lip. She counted at least two hundred adventurers, and more were still coming in. She hadhopedfor fifty. That would have been monumental, for what might well be a suicide-attack.

This was a circus. It was getting worse by the moment. The two Horns watched from their elevated campsiteright until someone shouted their names.

Ceria! Pisces! Get down here and help out!

Some days it occurs to me shes the real leader, you know.

Pisces rose with a sigh. Ceria nudged him with an elbow.

What about me?

You would be the cover to the true leader. A masterful plan. Lure in the enemy or deceive hostile clients with yournature. Masterfully conceived, although I admit this was an accident.

Ceria raised her foot, and decided that they didnt need two broken bones before the battle, so she did not kick Pisces down the hill. His chatter was just a sign of nerves, anyways. If he got sincerethen she knew they were in trouble.

There you two are. Come help me sort this out. Did someone actually just shatter their foot?

Yvlon was looking around, as agitated as Ceria. An Antinium waved three arms behind her.

I will inquire, Yvlon!

No, wait, Ks

Too late, the [Skirmisher] leapt into the air, as light as a feather, impossibly high for someone without Skills, magic, or wings, heading towards the screamer. Heads turned and Ceria heard a chorus of oaths or gasps as people saw the only Antinium adventurer in existence.

Damn it.

The half-Elf swore mildly. It didnt occur to Ksmvr that he might make the problem worse by offering a friendly hand.

Ill get

Yvlon checked Ceria with one hand. Since it was Yvlon, and her arms were the Silversteel metal, it was like being stopped by an iron railing. Ceria went oof.

You find the other team leaders and organize this mess. Ill get Ksmvr.

Protective of her friend as ever, Yvlon jogged towards the now audibly louder shouting. Ceria looked after her.

Wait, but youre good at that! Wait

The true team leader departs. Alas.

Pisces looked at Ceria. She rounded with a glare on him and the temperature dropped several degrees. He shivered and she glowered.

Gah! I cant even control my aura! How am I supposed to herd adventurers? Its worse than cats!

Yvlon and Ceria both bore new effects of their class, and the inadvertent abilities and side-effects werent under control yet. Pisces, by contrast, had less noticeable changes, although he demonstrated one now, easily flicking two fingers and warming the air around him.

Stronger magical powers and a plethora of new spells. Ceria suspected hed gained some kind of [Student]s Skill or how else would he have practically doubled his library of spells? Even Ksmvr was more grasshopper than Antinium these days.

Her musing was interrupted by a familiar voice.

Well, you might have organized more than shouting, come here and lets raid a dungeon. Thats how old adventurers used to do it, Ill grant you, but a good raid is generally put together. Dead gods, I heard Liscors crypt raid was better than this. Fingers stitched it doesnt go that way, huh?

Ceria whirled. There was only one person who could fit Pisces-level snark into a greeting.

Revi! Typhenous, Halrac, andBriganda!

She turned and threw her arms around the Stitch-Girl, who staggered slightly, but grinned despite her words. She recalled the last, newest member too as she hugged Revi.

Ceria! Ah, youre cold! Its like being hugged by a Frost Golemstop, enough! Pisces, was that Yvlon and Ksmvr I saw?

She pointed and Ceria nodded. She turned, hugged the old man who was stroking his beard and giving Pisces a smiling nod of greeting, and was seized by the tall woman with the shield.

You remember! Good to see you again, Ceria! Cade says hior he would if he was older. Wheres the arrogant, sniffing [Necromancer]? There he is.

The [Shield Maiden] slapped Pisces on the shoulder, not put off by him. The only person who didnt hug or exchange physicalities was Halrac. The [Marksman] and [Veteran Scout] held out a hand, which Ceria shook.

Ceria.

Halrac. You came.

He shrugged, as if it were nothing. The look he gave towards the adventurers, and the village in the distance, belied the action.

We promised we would. So thats the Village? What are the odds it has something to cure Erin?

High. Its all but guaranteed according to Pisces source. If its not the cureit can be bartered into one.

The [Veteran Scout]s eyes were grey and green, and more of grey than anything else. Ceria had forgotten how intense his stare could be when he was angry or serious. He swung his gaze towards Pisces.

How likely is it that the bartered cure works?

I would stake my life on it. This is not a bet, Captain Everam.

Pisces and Halrac regarded each other for a second. They had never been friendly, but Halrac nodded briefly.

Good.

The half-Elf smiled, but she didnt have time to do more than turn from Halrac when another arm grabbed her.

Ceria! Its a mess out there! Reminds me of half the raids Ive been to on Baleros! Look at youwe just parted and were back together! Pluswere cold-skin buddies!

Jelaqua swung Ceria around and then put her down. Ceria stared up at the Raskghar, grinning in a jaunty, friendly way, and the familiar voice, if not tones, of Jelaqua Ivirith.

Jelaqua, you made it! And you brought friends!

Of course we did. Anyone got a plan for sorting them out, or do we let them do it themselves? Ah, theyre big adventurers, theyll figure it out. Seborn, Moore, Ulinde! I found the Horns! Wheres Pisces?

She grabbed the [Necromancer] and rubbed his hair while putting him into a headlock, despite his fervent objections. Ceria was beaming as she saw a shadow slip past a knot of adventurers.

Seborn.

This is a mess. Ceria, ahGriffon Hunt beat us. Halrac, lets get our camp next to the Horns before it gets taken.

Mm.

The [Veteran Scout] seemed just as willing to leave the adventurers in chaos to their own devices. Jelaqua was not.

No, we have to have order. Cerias in chargewell grab some other team leaders and figure this out.

Wait, Im in charge? Were just

Jelaqua and Halrac looked at Ceria.

You called the raid, youre in charge. Unless you delegate. Wherestheres Moore and Ulinde.

Again, the two Horns and other adventurers turned, a smile on Ceria and Pisces faces. However, it faded as they saw the cluster of adventurers break apart and a huge figure stride past them.

Moore was taller than the Raskghar, taller than even the trio of horned bull-people. The gentle giant Ceria remembered though

He strode through the crowd and they moved out of the way or had their feet stomped. Behind him trailed Ulinde, towing a trio of horses. Jelaqua glanced at Ceria.

Moores

She needed to say no more. Ceria did not run to hug or shake Moores hand. She looked up as the [Green Mage] stopped.

Moore.

When are we attacking?

He looked like he hadnt slept well. He looked like he hadnt existed well. Not since

It hit Ceria again what they were doing. What had happened. It had been over a month now. Shed counted the days.

Over one month since Erin died. Didnt die. Got shotone month with no cure. Well, today there would be one. They were going to raid one of the most infamous death zones in all of Izril. Either get something they could trade for Erins recoveryor die trying.

Memory flickered in her mind to a similar time. Yet this was not for glory or treasure alone. They had lost a lot, gained a lot since then.

There was no [Innkeeper] either.

The three teams caught the mood and sobered. The Horns, Griffon Hunt, and the Halfseekers looked at each other.

No Silver Swords? Weve been travelling together, but I didnt get word they were coming and Id have expected to hear Falene and Dawil fighting by now. This is Ulinde, by the way. Whichyou know.

Jelaqua gestured to the last arrival.

Ceria. Pisces.

The Selphid [Spellslinger] looked uneasily at the two, but Ceria and Pisces just gave her cool nods, recalling the first time theyd met. Pisces answered for Ceria.

Theyre not coming. They were too far and had a prior engagement.

Shame. Nothing like a [Knight] to hide behind.

Seborn muttered. Typhenous and Revi nodded. Jelaqua exhaled.

Thats all the teams from Liscor, then. Except for one. We got the Flamewardens. Moore [Messaged] you, right, Ceria?

Yep. How did you get them?

Wall Lord Ilvriss. Dont gawk; its a long story. Weve got other teams like the Lifwail Blades, Gemhammer, the Pride of Kelia, and uhVuliel Drae. Among others

At the last name, Pisces and Ceria, who had been smiling more and more, frowned.

Couldnt you have left them behind? How many Silver-ranks are there? I asked for Gold, Jelaqua. We cant protect them and if it turns bad

The Selphid raised her paws defensively. The Raskghar body looked down at Ceria, seriously.

I know, I know. Look at it this way, though, Ceria. Theres strength in numbers. A hundred Silver-ranks with bows is better than twenty Gold-ranks with swordsbetter than ten Goldbetter than five Gold-ranks with swords! I would have turned them down, but once I realized how many were coming, I decided it was for the best.

The adventurers looked around. It was true. The cluster of adventurers had converged on the spot almost at the same time.

Oh, two dozen teams had arrived early, and met with the Horns, somewhat dubiously until the numbers swelled. In fact, three teams had leftand two had come back, shamefaced, once they realized this raid had a lot of teams coming.

A huge caravan had arrived from Invrisil, however. Thanks to her friends. Yet it seemed like there were other arrivals that were complicating the influx. Jelaqua clearly had no idea who some of the teams in the traffic jam were.

Lets go sort this out. Wheres Yvlon?

She grabbed Ceria and Halrac and began towing them into the chaos. However, as they were about to start pushing in, someone stood up andclapped their hands.

Ceria heard the sound over the arguing, the shouting, the broken-foot screamer, and the braying of animals. Also, to call it clapping was also a disservice to the sound. It rang, it echoed. It was loud and had a sound beyond mere auditory power.

Clap. Clap.

That was what it sounded like. The adventurers turned, half with hands to their ears. What they saw was a haughty expression. The young man lounging on the palanquin borne by six men or women looked around.

I am [Prince] Zenol of Nerrhavias Fallen, by my royal name and accomplishments, Gold-rank Captain of Nerrhavias Champions Abroad. I demand order! Who is in charge here?

He looked around and his gaze found Cerias almost at once. She blinked up at him. The [Prince] inclined his head, which surprised her and Pisces, who was already scowling. He snapped his fingers.

If we are going to raid this dungeon, let it be done properly! Team captains, and the leader of the Horns of Hammerad, shall we convene? There, I believe.

He gestured at an open spot higher up, and the palanquin spun, neatly moving past the adventurers. Ceria glanced at Pisces.

Looks like weve got some characters already. Lets go?

The [Necromancer] nodded as individuals or teams began sending their leaders forwards. Ceria looked around, breathing faster, now. All of them and she was in charge. She felt the pressure rising.

Thenshe saw the pair of Named-rank adventurers walking out of the crowd. That was when Ceria knew they had a chance.

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Named-rank Teams were not Named-rank adventurers. However, both had to be exceptional, beyond exceptional to acquire either title.

Ceria knew both, of course. One in particular. Who had not heard of Elia Arcsinger? It was interesting, then, that Arcsingers Bows was not a Named-rank team. However, she had never lost her designation since she had slain the Goblin King.

The second adventurer she had never met, but heard of. Eldertuin the Fortress, whose old team had contained two adventurers who later became Named-rank. The very same man whod taken on six Trolls during a bloody battle at the same time and survived!

Even [Prince] Zenol bowed to them, although he did not leave the palanquin. The other team-captains looked just as impressed. Then they turned to Ceria and her mouth went dry.

As Pisces had said though, that was why Yvlon was there.

Captains, adventurersAdventurer Arcsinger and Terland, welcome. We apologize for the disorganization. Most of you came in at the same time. Lets get everyone settled, then we can discuss the plan of attack.

Everyone nodded. Ceria saw that Elia was accompanied by three of her team; most had only come representing their entire team or themselves. Even so, it was a huge group on the hilltop.

Where are we camping?

Just line up your camps. Its not hard. Individuals take that sectionwell space em out and break the gridlock. Ill grab the teams nearest the front.

Jelaqua pointed impatiently, gesturing around the already-established encampment. However, half a dozen adventurers protested instantly.

Hold up, I have alchemical supplies I need to keep away from fire at all costs.

So? Keep away from fire. Im allergic to dogs. At least three teams have em, so I need to get upwind of wherever theyre going.

Hah! Have you seen adventurers when they drink? A stray [Spark] spell some idiot casts gets near me and there wont be a raid!

Yet another Captain raised a hand and spoke, shamefaced. Ceria was raising her hands helplessly when she spoke.

Looktwo of my people are sick. Itmight be just an infection, but it could be uh, Yellow Rivers. We didnt see it coming in

Yvlons head swung around. Every other adventurer recoiled instantly.

Are you insane? You think its Yellow Rivers? What possessed you to come here?

Were not sure! But if theres a [Healer]

Excuse me, I snore loudly. So maybe I should camp away from everyone else? I know what youre thinking already, but trust me, its loud

The mere act of getting teams to settle down and unpack was already beyond Cerias expertise. Even Yvlon looked harassed.

Which team is sick? Okayget yours out of the way, now. As for anyone with allergies or complaints, line up and well deal with you after

Again, Ceria heard the clap of Prince Zenols hands. All the adventurers winced and some swore at him. However, the haughty manno, Ceria realized with a start, Stitch-manjust pointed one elegant, supple hand of skin made from silk.

I believe that adventurer is the one we need, Captain Springwalker?

He looked at her. Ceria blinked at him, and then turned. She spotted the person he was looking at. She wasa Garuda?

Yes! No. Ceria was instantly confused because the description was right, a feathered, avian, female adventurerbut the details were wrong.

Head shape, the length of her talon-claws, even her plumage! She wasnt a Garuda at all. The Bird Beastkin bowed, extending a wing-arm with the feathers pointed downwards, executing the bow like a bird pecking seed.

Excuse me. If theres no [Strategist] leading this raid, I volunteer my abilities. Strategist Soew, at your service.

She tilted her head. Unnaturally far right. Everyone shuddered and Ceria saw the beady eyes, so unlike a Garudas more Human-like ones, regard her. A curved, smaller beak, pale feathersoh yes.

The Owl Beastkin adventurer looked at Ceria for a nod, and then lifted a wing.

Every adventurer team or individual with complications, please raise your hand. Good. You may lower them. Gold-rank team Captains, please raise your hand, yourselves included, please, Captain Ceria. Good. Teams with experience in repelling ambushes, fast-mobilization capabilities, or trap-specialties, raise your hands. Good[Mages], or those with them in your team, raise your hands. Good.

She made them lower their hands each time, but it was done in seconds. Ceria didnt see the point, but she started as Soews head turned all the way around like she was a Selphid or Dullahan. The Owl just blinked, counting hands, and then asked the next question.

She began writing on the clipboard she carried.

Good. I believe I know the organization of teams. I will have a layout in five minutes.

Her claw-hand darted across the clipboard with amazing speed, holding a quill delicately. Ceria stared. Someone else murmured incredulously.

That fast? Why the hell do we need to lay out the camp?

Have my Izrilian counterparts never partied with a [Strategist], before? They are quite common on Baleros, and Chandrar of course learns effective strategies.

Zenol spoke from his elevated position at the questioner. His tone managed to be sneering and lecturing at the same time.

Strategist Soew remembers the data she collected in an instant if she is a half-decent [Strategist]. She will space the camp out to take care of individual issuesand keep the most battle-ready teams to the edges, as well as [Mages] far enough away that their magic-casting does not interfere with each other.

As Soew worked, Ceria saw two thirds of those present scowling at Zenolaside from two more Stitchfolk, who looked awed by his presence. He was not making a good first-impression.

Or rather, he was making a Pisces-type impression, which was probably why Ceria wasnt actually taking as much offense as most of the others.

It could well be said that Yvlon was exactly the type of person Pisces-attitudes nettled most, so her scowl was just as pronounced as she opened her mouth. Ceria broke in, looking directly at the [Prince].

Thank you, Captain Zenol. Youve been most helpful in getting us organized. I can see there are a lot of teams here, and I thank you all for coming. However, well have to get organized quick for the raid. Thus, Ill ask Soew, Named Adventurers Eldertuin, Elia, and a few of the leaders I know to make initial plans, and then call a larger meeting to brief everyone. Sodont clap your hands any more. My ears hurt.

She pointed at Zenol, and the [Prince] raised his eyebrows. Several people laughed, but he nodded.

As you wish. If you would care to avail yourself of my expertise?

Ceria looked at him. That was another Pisces-type line. If she said yes, half the other team-captains would want to put forwards their experience. If she said no?

Well reach out to all experts. After I consult with the others.

He nodded slowly, not looking exactly pleased, but gestured and moved his palanquin back down the rise. Ceria was breathing hard, but to her surprise, Jelaqua clapped her on the shoulder as the other captains went to see where Soew wanted them and headed to shout at their teams.

Nice job. No wonder youre the Captain.

Yvlon was nodding too, much calmer. Ceria smiled, pleased by the compliment. There now. That was something she could do better than Yvlon! After all, shed known Pisces far longer.

The secret was to ignore the haughty sniffing and see if he was being actually helpful, or just in the mood to be a prat. If reasoned speech didnt get [Prince] Zenol to be helpful, Cerias next instinct was to drop-kick him out of the palanquin. She turned to the few adventurers left. Friends and Named-rank adventurersand the [Strategist]. Ceria smiled.

Okay. Hi, Im Ceria. Should we get started?

-

Now.

Rags sat in The Wandering Inn, inspecting it, seeing how it had changed.

Well. It was nothing like the inn she remembered. Shed heard the other one had been exploded. The skeletonToren. That made sense to Rags. It had always been suspicious.

So much changed, from floorboards to the three floors, the tower, the magic door, the occupants, and the trapped hallway.

However, the uproar was familiar. Some things never changed, and that was reassuring.

Rags, who had no last name, and who had been given her name here, was just one extraordinary visitor that day. Those were just the visitors, too.

The inn had long had special guests.

The owner of the Heartflame Breastplate, for instance, who was dragging the scrying mirror to a better place to watch from, cursing.

Is it not on the news? Someone has towheres Drassi? Is she on air? It has to be on the news!

Whats happening? Are the Horns going to get Erins cure?

Joseph crashed down the stairs. The [World-Renowned Coach], arguably one of the most well-known faces in the world. He jogged past Rags, then jogged backwards.

Uh.

The young man gazed at Rags, clearly certain that she wasnt one of the two Goblins he was familiar with in the inn. She was still standing in the common room, taking it in. At last, she decided she had to say something.

Hi.

Hi.

Joseph waved. He walked past her, glancing over his shoulder twice. Rags matter-of-fact greeting made it hard to cause a fuss, though.

Calescent was rubbing his hands together, sniffing the air, although it seemed like a half-Elf was doing it rather than the Goblin [Chef]. They were both somewhat portly, Calescent being of the opinion that a [Chef] got to eat the food they cooked before the people they served, but as bodyguards went, he barely lagged behind Redscar or Snapjaw.

Guests new and old. One of them peered down at the Goblin, blinking. There was no way. Yet he was certain it was the same one from the High Passes. The gifted amateur! A Goblin Chieftain, in the inn!

Niers Astoragon was fumingor had been from yesterdays events. It had seemed like a tricky dayand it looked more and more tricky, but interesting, rather than just difficult. He glanced around as a running pair of paws heralded two more arrivals via the [Garden of Sanctuary].

Rags whirled as bright sunlight spilled into the room. Calescent had the knife out againno one else even noticed. Mrsha bounded out the door, spotted Rags, and slowed. She had heard Selys shouting about the Horns, but the appearance of

Pebblesnatch?

Mrshas first reaction was to think it was the little Goblin [Cook]! However, this Goblin was noticeably taller, her skin was green, not grey, and she had armor and stuff! Mrsha froze.

Goblin in her inn? A new one? She had no idea what the half-Elfwaitasecond, he smelled like a Goblin too! And spices! She backed up as someone else ran after her.

What Horns? Is it dessert? Village of the Dead? That is in the north. Stupid Mrsha-child, explain

Ulvama froze in the entrance of the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Rags brows rose higher. She glanced at the little Gnoll girlyes, Badarrow had mentioned her. Then at Ulvama.

Rags?

The [Shaman] screeched in surprise. Rags nodded.

Me. Hello, Ulvama. Youare Mrsha.

She pointed and the little Gnoll recoiled. Selys was looking at Rags again.

Shes here. ShesIshkr? Kevin? Nonone of you know who she is, do you?

Kevin, Ishkr, both of whom were moving the scrying mirror, realized Rags presence and hesitated, shaking their heads. Rags nodded to herself. She nudged Calescent.

Take off your ring, Calescent.

Hm. Fine.

He did. The Goblin [Chef] appeared and Mrsha recoiled, jaw open, with everyone else. Rags saw Ulvamas jaw drop, although she had sensed the illusion. The [Chieftain] was starting to enjoy herself.

Then she glanced sideways. Niers hair rose. Hed been waving at Mrsha of course, but she hadnt looked up once. She was avoiding him, the dratted girl.

Rags spun, and the giant black crossbow rose in both hands, appearing from her bag of holding like a [Magician]s trick. The tip of the bolt glowed, and her hands sparked with fire. Calescent had a kitchen knife with red dust in his other hand, held up to his lips to blow across the room. Both Goblins had turned to look sideways.

Scuse me, Miss Selys. We apologize for this, as it were, but we noticed one of the visitors had opened the side-door. Little scamps might have left it ajar; is she alright to come in?

Crimshaw leaned on the door frame of one of the hallways adjoining the trapped entranceway. He didnt quite touch the blackjack at his side. Nor was Rags aiming at him, but the tip of two smaller crossbows pointing at her from the second open doors crack.

Itshes fine! Shes fine! No one shoot!

Selys had frozen upon seeing the three Brothers. They relaxed, and Crimshaw took his hand away from the blackjack. He tipped his hat to Selys and then Rags and Calescent.

Good to know, Miss. Thought it might be, but we wanted to be sure.

They were good. Rags had barely noticed after Niers, and had the three Brothers really wanted to attack

Ambush specialists. Niers nodded to himself. He still didnt know quite where the two Gentlemen Callers were or why theyd abandoned their posts, but the Brothers were doing good work. In fact, theyd done more than he had asked even yesterdayhonorable men. He waited, still trying to make sense of this.

As for Rags, she put the crossbow down and gestured at Calescent to do the same. He was clearly uneasy at anyone sneaking up on him, but obeyed.

The Goblin [Great Chieftain] was purely approving, however.

Better security, good. I always thought it was bad here. I could have destroyed the inn with eight Goblins.

Her perfect intonation and speech made Selys start again.

You can talk!

I could always talk. Ulvama, stop staring. Where isNumbtongue?

The [Shaman] made a choked sound. Rags looked at the faces, and then strode over to a table. She sat down and pointedly looked around.

I would like a Blue Fruit juice cup, and some spaghetti, please. Also, a chessboard.

She had waited a long time to say that. Shame, shame. She sat as the inn began to buzz twice. Calescent sat down next to her as Ishkr rushed into the kitchen.

Mrsha gazed at Rags, awed by the fascinating Goblin. She spoke better than Ulvama, as well as Numbtongue! She was so small, too! So amazing! She had a huge crossbow! She knew Selys? Did she knowknow Erin? Was she coming to stay at the inn?

So many questions. Mrsha would have loved to inspect the two and find out more, and she was about to when something hit her on the head.

A tiny pebble. She glanced up, and a figure motioned. Mrshahesitated. The Fraerling pointed to the open door to the [Garden of Sanctuary] where they could talk and a bee buzzed down, carrying him. He gestured as only Mrsha saw him clinging to Apistas back.

Curiously, Mrsha did not race after Niers. She looked at Rags, then after the Titan, and padded slowly into the garden. She met Niers around the pond and Fortress Beavers dam.

Hey. That Goblinyou know her? What is this raid on the Village of the Dead? Has someone gone mad?

Niers was sitting in the lee of some branches, looking at Mrsha urgently. The Titan, Apista perching on the twigs above

Mrsha stopped eight paces away from him. The [Strategist] looked at her, impatiently, then he noticed Mrsha had stopped. He caught himself, smiled, beckoned.

Come on, Miss Mrsha. We have to work together, right? I need your help. Come on.

He gestured, and she took a few more steps forwards, but halted again. Mrsha smiled uncertainly.

She drew no closer. Niers closed his eyes, and exhaled. Damn it.

In the inn, Selys was staring at the scrying mirror, but there was no Drassi, only Noass and Sir Relz. Kevin had gone running to find her with Joseph, yet for now, it was justnews.

Well be bringing you coverage of Ailendamus march to the seaor rather, through Pheislant! Their armies are trying to encircle the Dawn Concordat. But firstobituaries. [Marshal] Vexude of the Trick Temple company has passed away of old age at 54, due to complications with the Yellow Rivers disease, along with [Princess] Itere, aged 72, of natural causes. They will be missed. It always struck me as odd, Noass, that a [Princess] remained one into their later years.

Titles, Sir Relz. Age does not change the dignity of ones station one whit. Only circumstance. The only other obituary sent in todayand we are encouraging all those individuals of a certain level or note to be reported, although we cannot report every passing, sadlyis a Master Merxel of Invrisil, a well-known [Spymaster], who was found dead in his home this morning. The Watch is investigating

Mrsha looked at Niers and the Titans smile never wavered. She padded back a few more steps.

-

Then.

Mrsha trotted past Joseph into Invrisil. It was easy. Mrsha the Daring knew all the ways to get to Invrisil. She could use the doorbut why bother when Liska was responsible for it?

She didnt care if Mrsha went to visit the Wailant farm, or Celum, oranywhere. She was cool like that. Ishkr, now, he was tricky. He kept tabs on Mrsha, but he had discovered that Mrsha could never be contained.

Not with the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Lock her in a room and shed be out before you turned the key. In some ways, Erins great protection for Mrsha was also the biggest impediment to keeping her safe. Ishkr usually managed it with threats and promises of cutting Mrshas dessert privileges, which were already in arrears.

However, Mrsha risked his wrath this time because she had a higher calling! The Titan was riding on her head! He needed her help, and Mrsha the Mercenary was sure shed be richly rewarded when he got to Baleros. Maybehed even help with Erin?

Hed gone into Erins room and sat at the big, magical chess board this morning. Niers played blankly with the chess pieces, moving each around bodily, as they were nearly his size.

Isent it to her. If I can help, I will. I need your help, though. It might be dangerous, but I swear on my company, I will keep you out of trouble if I can. Would you help me?

What was Mrsha the Brave to say to that but yes? Erin would have!

To her disappointment, though, all Niers wanted her to do was go to some stinky house and let him do some investigating. He even knew the address, which was no fun.

However, it was hilarious to walk around Invrisil and realize no one knew the Titan of Baleros was on her head! Mrsha swaggered about on two legs, making an effort to show off for Niers.

He was so small, and he was a [Strategist] so his stealth-Skills plus Mrsha made it so no one would see him.

Not even a top-class [Rogue] can easily spot meIve hidden on countless battlefields. I learned it from my [Rogue] friend, actually. Three-Color Stalker?

Mrsha was agog, of course, and Niers had told her some stories last night. She proudly walked him to his destination, mind racing with what might happen. What adventure would Mrsha the Great and Terrible get into this time?

-

Then.

Nothing, as far as Niers was concerned. He watched, clinging to the somewhat bumpy ride despite Mrshas best efforts, as she carried him through Invrisil. For dangers to her, from carts or pedestrians, to actual [Thugs], [Kidnappers], and all the unsavory things that might befall a child in a big city.

He had no intention of letting a child get hurt. Nor was he putting her in danger. Niers would easily cop to the fact that hed gotten her on his side by telling her some glory-stories of him as an adventurer and Foliana, but that was necessary.

In truth, hed have been happy to ride Apista around, but an Ashfire Bee was even more obvious than a white Gnoll. If she wasnt killed by some [Bug Exterminator] in the first half-hour

Well, his plan was simple. No more games. Niers had elected for the fastest route to helping himself, Erin Solstice, and his company. Hed asked Mrsha to ferry him to Master Merxels. If the [Spymaster] hadnt lost his step, hed know where Niers gear wasor the Gold-rank team that stole it. At the very least, he could get Niers in touch with his company.

Alas, it was not to be. One look at Master Merxels house and Niers smelled trouble.

He couldnt have said why it was. It was not some advanced [Dangersense], an intuiting of political trouble or betrayalNiers had never wanted and thus never gotten such Skills, trusting to his instincts. He could have used one for Peclir Im, of course, but his intuition was still good.

It was something in how the bodyguards outside of Master Merxels house stood, perhaps. A bit too attentively compared to the last time Niers had been there. The sign saying not accepting visitors on the door?

Lets see. If I thought Merxel was on my side, I might be encouraged by this. Yet if he was, Id expect him not to show a sign I was missing. This almost seems like hes waiting for me to show up.

He could just be paranoid for his own safety, I suppose. Perorn must have raised hell.

Nevertheless, Niers paranoia did not get where it was by having him walk into possible traps. Bad for your health, that. So he leaned down and whispered into Mrshas ear, knowing how good her hearing was.

Mrsha? Listen. It looks like Master Merxel might becompromised. So I need you to help me.

She nodded eagerly, and then caught herself. Niers sighed again, but he didnt put her in trouble. Rather, he made use of her natural abilities.

Walk past his house. Walk! Listen for anything insideIll slip off and go through a window. You just have to waitum, at that caf down the street, okay? Do you have gold?

Mrsha patted her money pouch, looking indignant. Did she have money? She was excited, but Niers knew it was safe.

She wasnt going to hear a thing. No [Spymaster] wouldnt ward their home. Niers would be the one crawling through the vents, no doubt having to fight the [Spymaster]s wards. Damn, damnwell, he had some tools.

His enchanted sword, the lifeblood of his fighting capabilities right now, his torn armorand a crossbow.

Hed made a miniature one out of scraps Mrsha had brought him. It had all the power of a Fraerling-sized crossbow, unfortunately, but it could launch a toothpick through your eye. Niers had met many creatures and people over his career, and a lot of them couldnt deal with that easily.

Besides that, he had a climbing grapple, and about ten feet of very fine twine, all cumbersomely strapped to his back. His damned bag of holding was lost, and that was one of the things he needed. Plus his Signim. If he had both, he could stand in Invrisil and shout for Perorn to pick him up. Wellmaybe not that, but if he had his gear, his chances of survival were ten times higher.

The plan was good. Mrsha was sauntering past the two bodyguards in front of Master Merxels house, casual as could be, and Niers had left her back and was creeping across the street by the gutters when the door opened and Master Merxel appeared.

Ahexcuse me? You twoexcuse me, little girl?

Niers heart sank. Master Merxel smiled as Mrsha froze, every trace of guilt on her, and turned. His two bodyguardsand two more from within the house had already slid past her, though. The [Spymaster] adjusted his spectacles and frowned at her.

Dont be worried! Mrsha, is it? FromThe Wandering Inn? Hello! I am Master Merxel. [Spymaster].

He beamed. Mrsha stared up at him, glancing at the huge, subtly armored men. Niers cursed as he crouched around the corner of Merxels house. What the hell was the [Spymaster] doing?CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

He was searching for Niers! The spectacles had to be vision-amplifying and he was squinting at Mrsha. She had an anti-appraisal ring, but Merxel had stopped her onwhat, a hunch?

I dont suppose youd like to come in? I have sweets! Id just like to talk to you. I know this is very surprising, but have you met alittle man? Did someone ask you to come by this place, by any chance?

Mrsha backed up, shaking her head instantly. Merxel was looking at her. Niers staredthen slapped his forehead.

You idiot, Niers Astoragon!

In that moment he realized two things. Merxel was not on his side, or if he was, he was hedging his bets. Second? He was under the assumption Niers was going to come calling and hed been waiting.

Why had he singled Mrsha out? FirstlyNiers suspected anyone slowing in front of Merxels home or giving it more than two looks got this treatment. This though, was Niers fault.

Mrsha? A white Gnoll from The Wandering Inn, where Merxel knew Niers was bound? Idiot, idiot, idiot! The [Spymaster] wasnt a fool!

Worse, he seemed to be sure Niers was here, so he turned to Mrsha.

Come in, Miss. You are not going to be hurt. I just need to speak to Lord Astoragon. If you can hear me, sir? Id just like to talk.

Ill feed you your eyeballs on toothpicks if you harm her, Merxel. Niers swore silently, but Merxel was gesturing and his bodyguards were going to grab Mrsha! Then, it was a hostage situation where

Mrsha was looking around to run, but one of the [Bodyguards] was too fast. She was grabbing for a wand, baring her teeth to bite, when someone coughed.

Pardon me, sir. But it seems to me that if the young miss doesnt want to go with you, it would be ungentlemanly to insist. Insofar as my thinking goes, a fellow asking a child to go eat snacks in his home was already ungentlemanly, and the rest was icing on the cake, to use a new expression, as it were.

Master Merxel and the four [Bodyguards] stopped. They turned, and Niers tense chest unconstricted as he saw a group of four men sauntering down the road. Looking as if theyd gone for a stroll.

A Brother on the stroll with his hat off was not a relaxing sight at all, though. Four of them, led by Crimshaw, were walking towards Master Merxel.

He uttered a curse under his breath, before swinging around.

MasterCrimshaw, is it? Master Met. Master

Master Merxel. Good evening to you. And you, Miss Mrsha. Although I suspect no desserts in order, as I dont believe you told anyone where you was going.

Crimshaw smiled brightly as he looked at Mrsha. Shed gone still at the sight of the Brothers. Crimshaw gestured.

Might want to run back to the inn before you get in trouble now, wouldnt that be wise?

She hesitated, half-looking towards Niers, catching herself, and then nodded. She scampered forwards. One of the [Bodyguards] moved as if to grab her

Do not.

Merxel breathed. The Brothers hadtensedas the other man moved. They stood in the street.

Gentlemen, I can assure you

Not interested.

Crimshaw broke in. He nodded to Mrsha, fleeing down the street at full gallop.

The girls off limits. NowIm sure you had an excellent reason, Master Merxel. However, if it was diamonds for dust, it would not be a good enough one. She is off limitsand if we find a fellow asking after her, that fellow will vanish. Understand?

I understand, Master Crimshaw. But listenthis is about the T

Crimshaw was suddenly in Merxels face. Hed moved so fast the [Bodyguards] were still twisting, shock on their faces when the Brother hissedand he was not the gentleman with the hat.

Do you see a hat on my head, Merxel? We are done making mistakes. The first man who so much as sneezes at that girl ends up in pieces in the sewersalong with his entire crew. Understand?

Merxel was smart enough to know when to nod and back up. Pale-faced, he and his [Bodyguards] stepped back. Niers himself exhaled slowly.

The odds were Merxel paid for top-quality [Bodyguards]. Even some of the best if he was worried about Niers, and there might have been more inside. None of that meant he wanted to deal with a Brother with their hat off. They were perfectly willing to fight to the death in the street, and having your teeth smashed into the curb by a boot was not a pretty way to die.

It was also astonishing to see them go to the Tier 9 option this fast. They must have taken Erins death as a true failing.

Could he trust them fully? Niers considered it, but then disregarded the notion. He was not someone for whom he could rely on their sense of honor with. People of his level were on the same level as a Face off the street for the Brothers, which meant their strict code of conduct was more negotiable.

Even sowhen the Brothers went off to make sure Mrsha was fine, Niers slipped into Master Merxels home. The man had gotten unlucky with the Brothers. Hed had good fortune to get Mrsha while Niers wasnt thinking straight. Sadlythat was all luck would have to say here.

-

Master Merxel sat in his office, trying to fold his hands together. He was ready. He knew itor suspected.

If hed been giving odds in his actual job, it would have only been around 4/10, or 6/10 if the bet wouldnt bounce back on him. He was relatively certain, though.

Nevertheless, he flinched like a pre-graduate in his [Spy] training school when the magic lantern by his desk went dead. So did half of his warding runes.

He wasnt trying to hideat least, his presence.

Lord Astoragon?

Master Merxel spoke, relieved to find his voice smooth. He spread his hands, looking around. His bodyguards knocked on the door; Merxel raised his voice.

Leave me! Until I callremain on alert.

Then he waited. After a second, someone spoke.

Not going to run or have them here?

The [Spymaster] licked his lips.

There are a number in my home. Professionals. They know you might be the principal threat. You have your enchanted sword, and your considerable Skills, Lord Astoragon. I would not put you as a man who bets, however.

No, I dont. I didnt think you were, either, Merxel. But here we are. Where is my bag of holding?

Where was he? The [Spymaster]s head searched the darkness. He had [Cats Eye Vision] of course, among others, but the Fraerling was too small. He was invisible and the effect of his voice bouncing was disconcerting.

Lord Astoragon, I swear on a truth spell that I intended no harm to that girl. I just wanted totalk to you. Reasonably. I am not your enemy! I have not sold information on you, nor was I intending to capture you! You know meI do not like risks that involve your life.

No, I suppose you dont. Why the guards?

Any number of reasons, sir. Which you can imagine. Every Great Company has a bounty on you, and countless individuals want you. Living, dead, torn to pieces, stuffed

I imagine. One question, Master Merxel. If youre my ally, wheres my bag of holding? Wheres my gear? Put it on the table, walk out of the room, and Ill reward you with all my gratitude.

Master Merxel closed his eyes.

Lord Astoragon, I dont have it. I entrusted it to the Merchants Guild for safekeeping.

Then you gave it to the bastards!

The voice echoed, now. He was using some kind of trick. A way to throw his voice to make itMerxel had had enough. He drew a dagger and wand.

Lord Astoragon, I faced every remaining [Assassin], [Rogue], and [Mercenary] for hire in the entire region if I didnt do something with it! That is not taking sides! We can make a deal. I have magical contracts

You knew Id want it back. All you had to do was hold your nerve, Merxel. Was that really so hard?

Anote of emotion entered the voice. Merxel put his back to the wall, away from any vents or anything but solid stone.

Lord Astoragon. Dont do this. I might have retired, but I was still a good [Spy]. I have my bodyguardsIve prepared for this.

Merxel.

And there he was. He stood on Merxels desk, his sword in hand, crossbow in the other. A toothpick. Merxel stared at him. Niers Astoragon looked at the [Spymaster] and shook his head.

Im well aware of how good you were to survive. I just wish you had kept your spine. Master Merxeltell me something. Which do you think is more dangerous? A [Strategist] with no army? Or a [Spy] in the open?

The [Spymaster]s lips moved.

If only it was a prayer. He looked at Niers as his arm tensed.

Which reason is it?

The Titan looked at him.

Does it matter? Pick one.

-

Mrsha thePoor Infiltrator waited around a corner from Master Merxels home, and then, when the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings found her and ushered her back, in time-out in her room, and then, without dessert that night.

She was without an appetite, anyways. She was so worried about Niers, and kept getting Liska to open the door.

When he did return though, it was a shock. The Titan walked into Mrshas room and shelooked at him.

Merxel was no good. I had a talk with him. Hes not willing to help. You did very well. Im sorry he nearly grabbed you; hes a smart man.

The Titan smiled at her. Mrsha inspected him from head to toe, sniffing. He was exactly the same as last time. Exactly the same.

Except for the blood. Mrsha the

Mrsha the

It was supposed to be a grand adventure. A game. Onlythe little Fraerling wasnt funny anymore. Mrsha smelled him and he realized she was doing that.

Ahwell

He didnt come up with an excuse she would have believed. Niers cursed as Mrsha backed up, smiling uneasily. He thought soap would have worked. Even with Merxels cologne

-

Now.

Mrsha saw the Titan tilt his head back and think. Niers Astoragon wasnt sure how to proceed. She was just a kid. He did not actually interact much with children.

Oh, young students of course, but they came to him as geniuses. Perhapsthat was the way to go.

Very well. I did kill him.

He spoke, and saw her hair actually rising. Apista buzzed down and perched on Mrshas head, now regarding him dangerously. Niers spoke, quickly, urgently, but as if he was lecturing her.

I had to. Merxel knew you were working for me, and he was willing to give my bag of holding away. If there was a chancethey know Im in Invrisil, but they would have known from Merxel anyways, Im afraid. I killed him. I kill people, Mrsha. I am not a nice man. I amthe Titan of Baleros. With all that means. Do you understand that?

Fear, because it was too soon. Too soon for the Horns of Hammerad. Fear and uncertainly. For even the Necromancer, Azkerash, of whom so much had been said, had no idea how the undead had stopped rising.

The broadcast of Grand Magus Eldavin had revealed to the world the truth of Perril Chandler. How he had risen and fallen.

An incomplete truth. If Azkerash had dared, he would have been the angry caller denouncing the inaccuracies, the parts of the story left unspoken.

It was largely correct. Sort of. If you ignored real details the story simply skipped over. The arrogance of a storyteller who hadnt been there, only seen from afar.

However. Although he had been obsessed with the telling and retelling and reactions of the world, however inaccurate, Archmage Chandler, Perril Chandler, the Necromancer, Azkerash, was focused on this raid.

He should have stopped it. It was too soon. The Horns of Hammerad had no chance whatsoever of penetrating the Putrid Ones lair to retrieve his treasury. In fact, Azkerash had taken reassurance in that factuntil now.

Hisobfuscationof the truth regarding his ability to cure Erin Solstice had been the root of it, Azkerash could see in the clarity of death. However, the issue had snowballed into a far greater problem without him knowing.

The Necromancer had been content to let young Pisces and his team try, fruitlessly, to raid the Village of the Dead, gambling on them failing.

He had not expected this many adventurers coming for the raid. However, he had been sanguine right up until the second unexpected event occurred: the incredible reanimation field of the Village of Death vanishing without a clue as to why.

What happened? Is it some kind ofof resonance effect? Did the Demons ritual drain it, destabilize the magic?

The only correlation Azkerash had was the events around the Summer Solstice; there was no way for him to know what had truly happened. Now, he was worried.

Even with Eldertuin and Elia Arcsinger, he had been confident the raid would fail, breaking on the first layers of undead, who would hold back even an army thrice this size by sheer numbers and regeneration alone.

However. What had been an opportunity to level, however embarrassing to the Horns credibility was now turningdangerous. If the undead did not come back, then the possibility became very real that the raid would begin to succeed. Which meant theyd reach the stronger undead. And the true parts of the Village of the Dead.

Azkerash had once made it there when he had first come to Izril, by dint of his incredible magical powers in death. He had made it into the heart of the Village of Deathand left. Because he had not been confident enough in his ability to defeat what lay beyond unprepared, alone.

The possibility of the Horns being obliterated now warred with a second possibility. What if theysucceeded?

Azkerash did not sweat. If he could, thoughhe inspected the frozen beaver thawing in the summoning circle. A thousand attempts, a thousand failures. He needed more books on this kind of magic. He neededtime. Yet he understood perfectly why the Horns were rushing, into what had been certain doom until this night.

They wanted her back. They were taking on this threat because they were desperate. Because they could not wait.

Too soon. Too hasty. Too reckless. Azkerash lowered his head.

Uh oh. I sure hope my friends wont get into trouble. Thatd besort of bad. Especially since I uh, Im alive. Yup, yup.

His head rose as an unfamiliar female voice spoke. The Necromancers head turned.

A young woman walked forwards, inspecting the scrying spell and beaver critically. She shook her head, her light brown hair a bit tangled, her hazel eyes concerned.

Id better get my kitchen knife and acid jars. Im Erin. Erin Solstice. Nice to meet you.

She stuck out a hand at Azkerash. The Necromancer watched her with his black eyes, white pupils locked on her face. Erin stared at him, and slowly withdrew the hand.

Okay, be like that. Its cool. Its chill. Im Erin Solstice. Insert dialogue here. Chess!

She threw up her arms. Thenjerked. Her head drooped, the arms sagged. Azkerash sighed.

This isnt going to work.

He waved, and the zombie shuffled off. Appearance was spot-on, but even with direct control, he couldnt simulate the personality well enough. He tapped two fingers together, thinking. If it succeeded

The problem was that he couldnt even argue whatever the Horns might grab wasnt worth it. Because if the Helm of Fire was in the Village of the Dead, it was certainly worth his time to collect. One of the great treasures of Drake-kind?

The Necromancer tried to figure out a way to save the Horns, or sabotage them, or fulfill his vow into the night. Come dawnhe watched as they assembled.

They attacked at midday. Then, the Necromancer watched for a different reason. Perril Chandler sat, looking at the woman with arms of silver, the half-Elf, the young [Necromancer], the Antinium alone.

Brave, young heroes. He wanted them to live. He wanted them to succeed.

He

Watched.

-

Now.

Somewhere far from here, the Horns of Hammerad had begun their assault on the Village of the Dead. Ceria had sent Selys a [Message] before the attack had begun.

So had Pisces. That was how she knew. Now, she waited in The Wandering Inn, having told Lyonette, Ilvriss, as many friends as she could name of the Horns actions.

Yet they had no idea what was happening. There was nothing on the scrying mirror showing the battle. It was not news until someone decided it was.

Rags listened to the explanation about the scrying mirrors, the argumentsthey were looking for a Drassi. She was still hung up on the magic door, and the fact that it led to Pallass.

The Goblin wasavoidingone thing by inspecting the inn. In fairness, though, there was a lot to inspect, and a lot of people to see and meet.

For instance, who was this [Mage] who practically spilled onto the ground floor? And the Minotaur? Rags stared at her chest.

Nope. She was fairly certain the last Minotaur had not been female. Memory played tricks on you, but she was sure shed have remembered that.

Bezale propped Montressa into a chair, but the [Aegiscaster] was so sloshed she fell out of it. She had not taken being expelled from Wistram well. However, she sobered as she heard about the Horns.

More people were returning, some in a hurry. Palt and Imani trotted in, talking to each other.

Just once, Id like a peaceful day. I swear, its whenever we plan on somethingits like the inn knows were trying to relax.

Stop complaining, Palt. We had a goodthree hours. Well take off another day.

They had flowers in their hair. Rags stared, and Selys broke off asking about Drassi long enough to look at them.

Flower tour. Garland braiding. Where are the Horns? Why arent they on television?

Imani brushed at a scented flower that Palt had put into her hair as he plucked at a long-stemmed flower behind his ear. They both stopped when they saw Rags. She blinked at them.

Who is that? When did another Goblin arrive?

Palt exclaimed. Rags snorted.

I was here first. Who are you?

Imani? This is Palt. Er, hello.

The [Chef] stuck out a hand. Rags inspected it, shook it gently. There went her first handshake with a Human. She raised her eyebrows at Palt. And here was her first Centaur.

Shes a [Mage]. Why does every second Goblin I meet have magic in them? Flame magic. UhPalt. Hello?

The Centaur trotted over and stuck out a hand. Rags shook it, sniffed. He had a distinct whiff about him that reminded her of a Goblin [Shaman].

Speaking of whichUlvama was still staring at Rags. She poked Rags; the Goblin slapped her wrist.

Stop that.

You are the Chieftain of the tribe Badarrow was in? And Snapjaw?

Yup.

Chieftain in the High Passes?

Rags saw Palt look at her as Imani headed for the kitchen, unsure of what to do, but certain people would want food at some point.

Somewhere like that.

Take me with you.

Ulvama saw Rags glance around the inn, practically ignoring her. The [Great Chieftain] looked at Ulvama coolly.

Ill think about it. Want to give me a name?

Having thus rendered the [Shaman] speechless for a moment, Rags was well-placed to hear a scream from the kitchen and see Palt gallop to Imanis rescue.

He nearly ran her over. The [Chef] emerged, backing away from Calescent. Rags scowled at the Goblin [Chef], who was holding up his claws.

Just looking! Very nice. Very good food. Not enough spices.

Rags gestured warningly. If Calescent started a fight or got them kicked outof course he couldnt resist slipping into the kitchen. Imani leaned against Palt, as Calescent spoke quickly.

Just want to see! Am [Chef].

Youre a [Chef]?

Palts eyes widened. Calescent huffed at him.

I am [Spice Chef]. Calescent. And you are [Chef] here? Very nice food. Have recipes? Hello.

Oh, hello.

Imani blinked as Calescent beamed at her. The Goblin gestured to the kitchenRags missed the rest. Because, at last, she saw a familiar face coming down the stairs.

Is that Rags?

Bird peered at her as he walked downstairs, holding his bow. Rags vaguely remembered the Antinium. She nodded.

Hi.

Hello. You have been gone a while.

The Antinium sat across from her as Ulvamas head went from Bird to Rags.

Mm. I was busy. Wherewhere is Erin?

Birds head tilted.

In the [Garden of Sanctuary]. You have not seen her?

No. I heard she died.

She is not dead. Only frozen.

Mm. I heard that too. Youyoure from the chess club. The Antinium who makes birds on chess boards.

Yes. You are the small Goblin who killed Skinner.

Kevin had returned, panting, having not found Drassi. He looked up as Rags nodded.

The Antinium who died. How many survived? Anyone else?

Pawn, Garry, Belgrade, and Anand. But Anand has gone elsewhere, with Klbkch. So has Relc.

Good.

Is it?

Bird tilted his head back and forth again, and eventually shrugged. He looked at Rags as someone approached.

Eryour order, Miss.

A plate of spaghetti and blue fruit juice. Rags looked at Ishkr. She nodded, slowly, and fumbled something out. She put a gold coin down.

Here. A tip.

Erthank you.

The Gnoll was taken aback, but he didnt turn down free gold coins. Rags poked at the spaghetti, and instantly smelled a lot more effort and nuance than Erins boiled pasta in water. It even had meatballs and a sauce. Bird raised a hand.

Ishkr. Ishkr. I will have two fried birds, and one boiled bird baby, please. Also, also I would like the oranged juice. I will not tip you in worms this time, I promise.

Ishkr went to get two chicken wings and a boiled egg. He and Rags sat there for a moment, and eventually Rags looked up.

Good to see you alive.

Yes, thank you. Have a nice day.

They began eating amiably as Ulvamas mouth opened and closed. Inside the kitchen, Calescent was watched warily by Palt, but all the Hobgoblin did was rub his hands and chortle as Imani presented him with a cookbook and some of her best creations.

Calescent obligingly handed over his personal spice blend in return. Palt made the mistake of sniffing it; he sneezed into the bag, sending a cloud of spice into his eyes and nose and went blind and deaf for the next ten minutes.

-

When Drassi arrived, Selys shot to her feet.

Drassi! The Horns are

I heard. Im on the job.

The [Reporter] had been found by Joseph, and she whirled to go back to the door. Joseph went to sit downshe yanked him up.

Oh no. Youre coming with me. I need reinforcements if were doing this.

Me? What am I supposed to do?

Youre the [Coach]. Kick a soccer ball into Sir Relzs monocle or something. Just

They ran through the door. Rags sat back down, a touch disappointed. She wanted to know about these Humans. Of course, Badarrow had relayed some of the confusing tales about the Humans. Maybe now was the time to

She found herself going into the basement, then upstairs, leaving her meal half-eaten. Ulvama stayed behind; Mrsha had appeared with a little book of questions for the [Shaman] to answer about Rags.

Rags toured The Wandering Inn, now from floor to floor. She walked up to Birds tower, nodding at the fortified sniping vantage. Badarrow had said it was good.

The trapped hallway spoke to her too, although she would have made a pit trap and rock-fall trap too at the very least. Rags even discovered one of the concealed crossbows as the Brothers glanced at her.

Know a Whet? [Rogue]? Sells stuff?

She looked at Crimshaw. The mans eyes widened.

I might know the gang of which youre referring, miss. Big market folks?

Rags nodded. She showed him the ring, which had a cunning insignia carved into the jade piece. The Brothers looked at each other.

That would bethe Wharf.

The what?

Rags vaguely knew the word from her lessons, but it sounded different the way they said it. The BrotherCrimshawlooked at Rags.

The Wharf isnt one place. Its a gang. You want something nice? Odds are, you got it from the Wharf, Miss. If your gangtribeis dealing with them, youre in other territory. Word to the wise? Watch where you step. They work in dark waters.

The Goblin considered this gravely, and nodded.

Thanks. Who are you?

The Brothers looked at each other, then grinned and tipped their hats. Rags walked away, shaking her head. Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings? She would have to ask someone what Serendipitous meant. Hatted?

At this point, Rags listened to Montressa talking drunkenly to Bezale.

I shouldve given them the Shock Orb! Theyre mad! Mad! [High Mages] have died trying the Village of Death!

If they had a cannon or somethingwould they make it? Not that I know how, buthow bad is it?

Kevin had no idea, but he was talking to Montressa and Bezale. Now Rags had a lay of the inn and the people, she was recalling some details.

She didnt see the Players of Celum, who were famous and had plays, which Badarrow had recalled to her, but she did know Kevin.

Bicycles. Snapjaw had been agog over them. Rags narrowed her eyes. She looked for Calescent, but he and Imani were tending to the Centaur writhing on the floor. Well, that and Selys watching the news were good cover.

a real [Comedian] in our next segment. I understand hell be telling jokes aboutexcuse me?

Drassi charged into the room. Rags blinked; it had been less than ten minutes since shed left!

[Reporter] Drassi, with breaking news! Noass, shove off! You too, Sir Relz! We have an emergency broadcast! Someone get me the Village of the Dead, Horns of Hammerad[Scrying] spells on Ceria Springwalker! Thats C-E-R-I-A

The two Drakes rose to their feet as a Human skidded into the room. Sir Relz objected.

Drassi, you cannot just interruptwhat news is this?

Its a raid on the Village of the Dead! Dozens of teams, two Named-adventurers! Out!

It looked like a fight on the scrying orb, as Sir Relz and Noass began to argue and staff behind the scenes rushed forwards. The two [Commentators]well, Sir Relz was still a [Commentator], Noass had morphed into a [News Anchor]werent objecting to the breaking news story, especially since both knew about the famous location.

They just wanted to be the ones to cover it. The breaking news alert sounded as Selys clasped her claws together, tail swishing across the floor. Noass and Sir Relz wanted to be the two speaking and thus leveling and attracting attention, though. They were forcing Drassi out of the studioright until Joseph kicked a soccer ball and it bounced across half the staff trying to push Drassi out.

Chaos. Entertainment! The inn was in uproar. Mrsha stared at Drassi, cheering as she took over the desk with Joseph as a surprise co-anchor. Only when someone pulled at one ear did she look around.

Shes gone. After that Goblin, Rags! Hurry!

Niers whispered in her ear. He held on as Mrsha sniffed and went up the stairs, after Rags. The Titan was fairly impressed. The little Goblin knew the first rule of taking advantage of distractions: dont get distracted yourself.

They caught up to Rags in time for Mrsha to realize that Rags was more than a visitor. She was also a pragmatist.

As in, she was going into each room and walking out with objects. She had found Montressas room, and had the Shock Orb in her claws and was doing something to it when she saw Mrsha.

Mrsha. Right?

The little Gnoll stared at her. Rags waved.

Hi.

Unconcerned, she went back tobreaking the mages artifact? Mrsha craned her neck, outrage warring with curiosity.

Somehow, Rags had found how to open the thing! She was inspecting the insides, muttering, eying the sloshing liquid within without upsetting it, looking at the crystalsshe abruptly closed the orb up, rolled it back into the room, and strolled out. Mrsha had no idea what Rags had done, but the small Goblin looked exceedingly pleased with herself.

Then she looked around and found Kevins room. Rags pushed the door openjust in time for Mrsha to bar the way. Mrsha scrambled around for pieces of paper in her notecard collection and finally found a disused one.

Thief!

She held it up accusingly. Rags read it, eyed Mrsha.

You cant speak.

Mrsha shook her head. Then she waved the card at Rags, realizing, belatedly perhaps, that Rags might not be able to read. Rags raised her brows, proving she could.

Mrsha realized what Rags had done! She was stealing the Shock Orb! Ohnot the thing itself. However, Mrsha was smart. Shed seen the evil Drakes and Gnolls that Erin had warred with whenever she made something and realized the Goblin was doing the same thing, only more ambitious.

Rags was stealing the idea of the Shock Orb! Shed memorized what was inside, to try and recreate later. It would be hard, but no one would know she had been here except Mrsha the Thiefcatcher. And here was a [Thief] ofa [Thought Thief]! An ideas-stealer, the worst kind of thief!

The [Great Chieftain] raised one eyebrow as Mrsha translated the angry diatribe to pain-staking scribbling. It was quite good handwriting, albeit in cursive.

therefore, I declare you a scurrilous thief of other peoples hard work and invention, a plagiarist and a rogue! I insist you stop at once!

Rags eyed the writing, then regarded Mrshas furious little face. She thought for a moment, then replied.

Badarrow told me you steal food. The word is

She stared up at the ceiling. Snapped her fingers twice.

hypocrite. Yes, that.

So saying, the Goblin pushed past Mrsha, hopped up onto Kevins desk, and took one look at his blueprints before checking for the most up-to-date ones, and grabbed them and the gear samples on his desk.

Interesting. Iron? Steel. But whyah. It goes together like a puzzle. Clever. So clever!

Rags sniffed the metal, found a piece of paper, and began making quick-copies of Kevins work, as well as a tracing of the gear and its teeth, then the other samples.

Mrsha howled in outrage. She watched as Rags neatly stole everything Kevin had worked so hard on. She grabbed at Rags arm once; the Goblin just tossed her off impatiently. Mrsha pounded the floor. This would not stand! This was worse than a food-thief! The ideas-thief had to be stopped. She ran to spread the alarm downstairs. Kevin, Montressa, come quick!Thief! Th

She was going for the door to raise the alarm when Rags grabbed her tail. Mrsha yelped, and saw Rags other claw descend

There. Be quiet.

Rags dumped eight fat, gold coins into Mrshas paws. The little Goblin straightened, and decided to raid Bezales room next. Did she feel bad about the thefts?

Not really. She did obligingly dump a pile of gold on Kevins desk, like Montressas. She needed anything she could use, though, and those gears were fascinating, just like the bikes. She was walking past Mrsha when something pinged off the back of her head, hard.

Mrsha had thrown the gold coin at Rags head with all her might. Rags put a claw to the spot, as she slowly rotated. Her crimson eyes flashed and Mrsha backed up a stepthen menacingly made two fists. She jabbed as she stood on two legs, like Ryoka had shown her.

Niers watched Mrsha the Boxer shadow-punching the air, daring Rags; hed already slipped away before she even grabbed Rags the first time. The Goblin couldnt spot him, but she might be able to if he was too close. He saw Rags eyes narrowthen she snorted and turned away.

Children.

Mrshas jaw dropped as Rags walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Technically, Rags was the child! Mrsha was several times her agealthough Rags looked older, and she was a good bit taller. She grabbed the doorknob, twisted it furiously

And rattled the door. It was locked! Rags had somehow shut it from the outside. Mrsha exploded in fury.

The Horns of Hammerad appeared on screen below as Rags emerged from Bezales room, having given up trying to copy making scrolls. She had taken a good look at the [Spellscribe]s supplies, though. Interesting. So that was how you wrote them.

On the scrying mirror, Yvlon raised a sword and pointed as viewers began tuning in. Rags looked down the hallway.

Lets see. Joseph? Probably not useful. Maybe one of the soccer balls for little Goblins. Can probably figure out how to make them without copying, though. Still need acid jars too. Seed cores, maybe, for blue fruit in the High Passes. Who is Hexel? Wait[Architect]. Blueprints! Good to copy.

She looked around for any better options; she knew she might be running out of time if that little Gnoll tattled. Her eyes travelled down the hallway. It stopped as she saw the first door on the left.

Erin.

The nameplate shone. The door was a bit ajar. Rags looked at the door. Her feet began to take her in that directionthen she backed away. Not yet. Notshed rather steal all of Birds feathers in front of him than

Rags saw the flash of light and heard the scampering sound. She whirledstared at the door open right in front of her in the middle of the hallway, where a wall had been

Mrshas flying kick took her into Rags. The two tumbled across the hallway as the Gnoll exploded into a wild frenzy of punches and kicks.

Headbutt! Bite! Ryoka punch! Relc kick! At first, Rags was just stunnedthen Mrshas teeth sank into her arm. She growled and punched back. Not hard enough to hurt the little girl, but

Her fist sank into a wall of fur. Rags stared at the overgrown little Gnoll, who now looked like a sheep, she had so much fur on her.

[Fur of the Fortress]! Mrsha ignored the punches and kicks as she whaled on Rags. She punched the Goblin in the nose. Thief! Mrsha the Vigilante would not allow this! She would

Rags lifted her up and threw her down the hallway. Mrshas eyes went round as she flew. Rags had [Lesser Strength], after all, and she was a warrior. She growled, feeling at the broken skin on her arm

Mrsha never hit the wall. She flew through into the [Garden of Sanctuary], and rolled. Then she charged towards the door and head-butted Rags from the side.

What is

Rags was stunned again from the teleportation ability of the Garden. This time she began punching Mrsha in earnest. The two rolled across the ground, throwing elbows, punching each otherMrsha with her fur, Rags with her armor.

The little Gnoll was losing badly, and hadnt ended up on the ground because Rags had not hit her as hard as she could. However, Mrsha was strong and her Skills meant it was

Was

Like watching two kids fight. Niers Astoragon stared at the little fight between the two and walked downstairs to observe the raid on the Village of Death. He didnt have time for this.

Rags was getting angrier by the second. She couldnt toss Mrsha off her; the Gnoll kept leaping back on and grappling. And she didnt want to hurt this brat, but she was going to!

Dead gods, is this what Erin replaced Goblins with? Annoying Gnolls and stupid Centaurs?

Mrsha had Rags in a choke-hold. Rags actually felt her trying to cut off her wind-pipe. Enough was enough. Rags got up, and ran them both into a wall. Mrsha oofed, but she refused to let go, mad with fury. Rags repeated it, smashing both into another wall. She charged a third time, so hard something would break if that stupid little

They ran into the [Garden of Sanctuary].

Rags and Mrsha fell apart, tumbling to the ground. Rags looked about. Whatwhat

The garden lay around her. She was in a stone garden section, the stones piled up in cairns, next to a mushroom biome. A pond in the distance; arid ground to her left. And there, on the grass hilltop, bloomed yellow flowers and Sages Grass.

High above, on a hill shrouded in mistRags eyes travelled upwards. She saw a figure raise his head. Numbtongue opened his eyes and looked down at

Mrsha snarled. The guttural sound made Rags whirl. She saw Mrsha crouching, ready for round two. This time though, she had reinforcements.

Beaver gang. Beaver gang! Four huge Fortress Beavers, heavier than adults, imposing, advanced on Rags. So did an angry bee, whod dropped the Fraerling off and then came to join the fight. Mrsha punched one paw into the other. They were gonna

Enough.

Rags pulled out her crossbow and aimed it at the first Fortress Beaver. With her other hand, she conjured a [Fireball].

The Beavers halted. Mrsha threw her paws up. Rags growled. She aimed over Mrshas head to fire

And her finger failed to pull the trigger. SomethingRags blinked.

The [Fireball] winked out in her claw. The same force that had separated her and Mrsha made her lower the crossbow. Rags stared as the Beavers uncertainly backed up too, unable to charge. She looked at her crossbow. She had the distinct impression that even if she managed to lift it and pull the trigger, the crossbow would explode before it fired.

Mrsha and Rags reconsidered as the presence of this place weighed down on both of them. Mrsha snuffled as she felt at some bruises, despite her thick fur coat. Rags stowed the crossbow, eyed Mrsha, then tossed something on the ground.

Stop bothering me.

The healing potion rolled onto the grass. Mrsha eyed it, turned her head up, and glowered at Rags. She padded off to get one of Erins potions from the emergency boxes. Rags glowered at the bee buzzing in her face.

You want to fight? Just try it! She waved at Apista, trying to get the Ashfire Bee out of her face. Everything here had Erins attitude. Which was to say, zero sense, a hundred percent willingness to scrap.

She was about to follow Mrshaor figure out how to get back to looting the innwhen she heard a voice. It croaked from disuse, and the figure had stayed here, for all he ate and slept elsewhere. Disbelieving, the voice of a dead Goblin.

Chieftain?

Rags turned. Pyrite stood there. P

No. Who was this Goblin? She recoiled from the far slimmer Goblin, far younger, holding a strange sword made of glass, a guitar strapped to his back. Yetthe Goblin looked at her, and his lips curved upwards, and how he stood, even his voice echoed

Pyrite?

She whispered, Mrsha, the beavers, everything forgotten. The Goldstone Chieftain looked down at her as Mrsha turned. He walked down the hill as Rags ascended. They met among the dead Faerie Flowers, the red, growing Sages Grass.

Youre dead.

Rags stared at the Goblin, speaking almost accusingly. Pyrite shrugged.

Mm. Yes.

How?

Rags voice quivered. She reached out, not wanting towanting to touch him. She saw it. She knew it. Him. Yet not him. This body was a vessel.

The world is strange. Rags. Chieftain. It is good to see you.

The other Goblin slowly reached out. He touched Rags shoulder, blinking.

You are taller.

Pyrite. ImIm sorry.

The [Great Chieftain]s voice quivered. She looked up at him, and saw the moment he died. Laughing in the face of the Human [Lord]. Doing what mattered most, as he saw it.

Mrsha stared up at the two Goblins, wrath forgotten. Suddenly, the little female Goblin looked so old. Older than Mrsha. Old, and sad, andlike Relc. Like so many warriors, like Zel. Like

Pyrites claws tightened around hers. His lips moved upwards.

Why? I won. You lived. AndI got to see you again.

I

The grip tightened. For one second, Rags felt the warm grip. She looked into Pyrites eyes. Thenthe crimson gaze unfocused.

Numbtongues grip loosened. He let go, stepped back, shaking his head. He caught himselflooked down.

Rags met the [Goblin Soulbard] for the first time in the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Tears in her eyes. She didnt wipe them away. She looked at Numbtongue, seeing him now.

Numbtongue?

Yes. Thats me. YoureRags. The ChBadarrows Chieftain.

He croaked. He swayed on his feet, surprised and unsurprised. Tired. Somewherethe Horns were braving death. He didnt want it.

He had too many ghosts already. They whispered. A ghost of a Goblin Lord sat in his head.

Do I know her? Do I?

A broken fragment of memory. Sitting withwitha giant? His brother, and this Goblin? Talking? Arguing?

The ghost of Reiss spoke, but it was broken. Half-lost. Numbtongue heard Shorthilt too, and Pyrite.

Barely remember this Goblin, when Chieftain Garen was alive. Remember Redscar? He serves her? Is she good at fighting?

The whisper of the Goldstone Chieftain.

She looks older. Taller. More tired. I wish I had not died. Who will support her now? She is so young. She will be a better Chieftain than I.

Three ghosts. Too many. He wanted no more, even if the others were unseen. He felt them weighing him down.

Numbtongue. Badarrow told me about you. Your brotherRabbiteaterwent to Terandria.

I know.

Numbtongues eyes closed. He had seen his brother, as Drassi delivered the news. Rags looked at him. She looked around the [Garden of Sanctuary].

There is much to say, Numbtongue. Many questions. Isis Pyrite gone?

No. Here. Only for a minute a day. A minute, ten seconds.

Numbtongue touched his breast. Rags looked at him.

How?

[Soulbard]. I dont know.

He shrugged, helplessly. Rags looked at him, searching his features, his thinner frame forsomething. Some hint of the dead.

Is Garen there? Eater of Spears? Anyone else?

No. Just Shorthilt. And Reiss.

Her eyes went wide. Numbtongue croaked, his voice rasping, unused to water. He saw Mrsha shyly climbing up the hill. She waved at him.

Reiss is broken. Ino more ghosts. They are all gone.

I see.

The two Goblins were strangers, they realized. Perhaps, for once, true strangers. Neither one was just a Goblin meeting another.

Once, Garen Redfang had sent some of his warriors to kill an [Innkeeper] when Rags had just met the Redfangs. She did not remember who had left. Numbtongue barely recognized her.

Badarrows Chieftain. Rags had heard the pause. She didnt question it, but she did study the other Hobgoblin, seeing how worn he looked. How sad. This was his place, though.

They had history here, the [Bard] and the [Chieftain]. Yet neither had been here while the other was present.

Until now.

There was so much to say. So much to ask. Rags only had one question, though. She looked at Numbtongue, and saw he carried Pyrites last will. He had borne it, and the grief, the loss, the feeling of meeting her walked in him as much as her.

It was time. Rags closed her eyes, then looked at the Hobgoblin [Bard].

Do you know where she is?

Numbtongues eyes widened. He turned, looking up, past Rags, and then back at her.

Yes. Come. This way.

Mrsha saw Rags follow the line of his vision. She saw Rags breath catch, saw her eyes fix on the top of the hill shrouded in mists.

So, the [Chieftain] of the Flooded Waters tribe climbed, following the [Bard]. She had come here, to the first real home she had ever known too late to stop tragedy.

Far too late. She had spoken, shaken hands with a Human, tipped the server, eaten pasta and drunk blue fruit juice at a table, just as shed dreamed. Reality, though, was nothing like what she had wanted.

Too late. This wasnt even the same inn. It had changed beyond almost all recognition. Rags walked through statues, stopping, reaching out with trembling fingers. She knew them all.

She walked past her family, her tribe, her friends. Past Reiss, Garen Redfang, footsteps trailing. Stumbling.

The Goblin was too late for it all. However, she stopped, and looked down at the frozen bier. The little Gnoll and Hobgoblin stepped back, leaving her alone.

At last. She realized something.

She was not too late to talk to Erin Solstice. It was just different. That was all.

Rags bowed her head, and began to speak.

-

An [Innkeeper] sat at the table, eyes wide, doing that shocked expression she did so well. Erin Solstice and surprise, a classic combination.

Of course, there was a chess board between them. A game in progress. Now and then, one of them would move a piece, but neither was concentrating as hard on that as the conversation, each other.

She was probably losing. However, Rags lifted the new invention and eyed it.

Greasy.

Thats the first thing you say?

Erin threw up her hands in exasperation. Rags frowned, and prodded at the bread and oil gathering on the plate.

What is this supposed to be? I always wanted to ask; I never could. You fed me strange things.

The [Innkeeper] huffed, a bit indignantly.

Hey! I did my best with a limited budget! You ate it! You liked it as I recall!

The Goblin raised her eyebrows. She was still shorter than Erin, even with boots, but she was catching up. It had seemed like yesterday that Erin Solstice, the Destroyer, as she was known to the Flooded Waters Goblins, was a giant compared to the non-Hobs.

What I ate was bugs, mud, and sometimes blue fruit. Everything tastes better.

Erfair. Thats a grilled cheese sandwich, by the way. With ham. Its good! Youll like it, go on.

Erin watched as Rags dutifully took a bite and swallowed. Rags nodded.

Good.

See? So

Erin trailed off. She looked at Rags. Marveling, studying her.

You can speak now! And you just tipped Toren a gold coin.

The skeleton walked past Rags, chattering his jaw at some unspoken grievanceperhaps the tip had been too small. Rags smiled.

Do you?

Erin spluttered. But eventually, she settled back down.

Imyou can speak. Fluently, I mean. When did you learn that?

A while ago. Ive been practicing. To speak to you. How am I doing?

Good. I meanamazing. Not that I didnt know you were really smart. Its justyou have a tribe now? Youre all grown up.

You havent changed.

Erin laughed. Rags smiled too. She looked at the [Innkeeper] as Erin pulled the chair closer, reaching for a chess piece and

She was smiling. Her arms were folded, yet the broken, splintered wood still stuck out, bloody, in her chest. The clothing and skin frozen, a light frost wafting onto the grass. Rags continued after a moment.

I practiced every day. To speak to you. It was very frustrating. Yet I had to practice because I wanted to explainI wanted to tell you how I felt. To complain.

She waited. Yet her dream ended there. Rags sat down.

I brought you a gift. I was going to bring you a frying pan. Made by Goblins. I thought you could throw it at something. I didnt expect this.

The hill was silent. Rags slowly put the pan, balanced for throwing, smaller than most, next to the bier. She saw flowers, unfaded despite the time, a little doll, letters

She looked at Erin again. Her eyes lingered on the blood.

I was going to complain. Insult you. You were sosilly. Stupid. Arrogant. After I was nice, I was going to start being mean. Checkmate.

Erin said nothing. Rags went on.

I would have said, after you were smilingbut I am angry at you. And you would have said, huh? Why me?, or something silly. And I would have explained.

Her voice didnt quiver. Rags went on, playing out the ideal conversation.

How dare you? That is what I would have said. How dareyou. You would not understandbut I would explain. How dare you be kind? After what my Chieftain tried to do to you, after what we tried to do. We tried to kill you. Goblins killed your friend. One tried to attack you in your innand after all that, you gave us food. You stopped that Drake, Relc, from killing me. You gave us food, you protected us when no one wouldhow dare you? That is not what Humans are supposed to do.

She looked at the frozen young woman in ice and shook her head.

You dont understand. Why is that a bad thing? Everyone should do that. Then I sayyes. Yes, but no one does. My life was so simple. Humans were bad. Humans killed or, or did worse. Drakes, Gnollseverything is my enemy. But youyou were kind. Now, every time I have a sword and see a Human, I wonderis this Human nice? Is this a person, not a monster? How dare you. You made my life so complicated.

She looked at the sky, through the hole in the dome. At her armor, her sword by her side.

I was nothing. I was going to die nothing. Now, I am the [Great Chieftain] of my tribe. Now, I think about right and wrong. I do bad things to survive. I am afraid of killing Humans. Because of you. How dare you?

Her voice rose.

How dare you give me a chance? Make meput me in this place, where I have to think? Think, day, night, worry about right and wrong? Everything was so easy. How dare you do all that? And then

She looked at Erin.

How dare you die? Die? After all you do? Dieyoure not supposed to. You matter too much to them. To us. Why

Her voice trembled. Rags trailed off. She closed her eyes, mastered her voice. She breathed in, and out.

I came here to shout at you. For being a silly Human who doesnt think about what she does. Except you do. You were kind. Now, here I am. I wanted to say that. Other things, too. Ask you for advice. But youre frozen now. I dont have time to talk to ice cubes.

She stood, brushing off her armor. Rags looked down at the [Innkeeper].

Theyre fighting for you. Your friends. I am going now. I will come back, when you get up. Your friendsif they dont make it, if they dont find a way. I will. I came to say that. Next timeyou can cry.

The little Goblin walked down the hill, her back straight. She never looked back. The little frying pan slowly grew colder as it lay against the bier, covering itself with frost.

Rags went to watch the Horns of Hammerad. She hadnt said nearly all of what she wanted.

Thank you. Im sorry.

So much more. Nor would she, if she had a hundred years. She didnt talk to ice.

When Erin Solstice woke upshed come back.

There.

It was a promise.

-

Adventurers ran towards the distant, humble collection of wooden buildings, decayed by age. The first wave broke through and saw what lay beyond.

Undead came to meet them, dying, failing to rise. No one knew why, although some believed false truths, half-truths.

Pisces and Ceria stood together and watched Ksmvr join the second wave. The [Skirmisher] leapt over the roof of a building, drawing an arrow, loosing it, even as he vanished.

Almost

The magic was building around them. The [Necromancer] and [Cryomancer] held hands. Ice and death flowed together.

Pisces was concentrating on the spell, breathing hard. Cerias breath was more shallow. She felt her muscles tensing. Almost time

Something rose behind them, and adventurers cried out. A [Scrier] spun, gaping, yet neither half-Elf nor Human looked back. They only had eyes for their team, and the Village. Pisces turned to Ceria.

Ready? Lets get the loot, not die, and etcetera?

He smiled, but his hand tightened on hers. Ceria waited a moment, then she grinned. She let go of Pisces hand.

Her wand rose, and she drew the dagger in her other hand. Pisces lifted his rapier.

Nah. It sounds worse the more I hear it. How aboutdeath before dishonor?

She turned. The third wave of adventurers parted as the ground shook. The two Horns of Hammerad ran forwards, ahead of it. Ceria shoutedor was it Pisces?

Both.

For the [Innkeeper] of Liscor. For The Wandering Inn!

They ran into the Village of the Dead, laughing like silly fools.

Authors Note: I have pre-written this Authors Note, because as I mentioned above, I will have (hopefully) gotten my scheduled vaccine shot for the horrible thing all around us.

However, I am told it might make me feel like death for 24 hours depending on how I react. Im not even sure which one it is (I should probably ask), but regardless, I cant exactly argue about the scheduling. Ill be taking my break as well, so I can write the next chapter at full power.

That does mean though that Ill have to cut this chapter short. I imagine this is a problem thatonlyaffects web serials. Books or other stories could easily work around a day or two of recovery. Well, whatever it is I wrote (Im only 4k in right now), is what you get. Apologies, but thats life for you.

There is no metaphor I can figure out here. Thanks for reading and see you next chapter! Hopefully, with an energized, or at least, average author.

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