Book 8: Chapter 20

Book 8: Chapter 20

The Horns of Hammerad were dead. Annihilation struck twice.

The world ended. No one had even found their bodies. No one could find them. They had perished, doing exactly what they had promised. An adventurers dream, challenging one of the greatest death-zones of this eraa true death-zone, which had defied an army of adventurers and an army in truth, backed up by Skills from world powers.

Until they didnt returnuntil hours had passed, until a dayyou believed they would emerge, laughing, saying something stupid, and holding a relic beyond imagination.

Like Erin. Until it happenedyou didnt understand what it was like to have the sky fall on you.

The fact that the Horns of Hammerad were actually alive had no impact on the truth of their death. It hit their friends, family, just as hard.

Annihilation. Despair. Comatose

Mrsha slapped herself on the cheeks. She tried to cry. She pinched herself. She eventually got it to happen, because she was so angry at herself for not crying that she did.

Cry. Cry more! Like when Erin died. She tried. But in truth, all she felt wasnumb. It was too much. The sadness, the lossher heart couldnt deal with it twice in such short succession, so it gave up.

She would have lain there, attacking herself for not grieving, but like last time, Ulvama would just have bothered her. So this time, Mrsha moved. She stumbled around, not having slept. However, the Goblin had taught her something. A second something.

All three of them had. The inn, in the day after the Horns of Hammerad never returned from the Village of Death, was silent. Mourning.

The rest of the world, uncharitably less so. Word of the Helm of Fires recovery spread far and wide, not to mention what people were claiming might be an adamantium swordor betteralong with various treasures adventurers had carried from defeated undead.

The news was all Noass and Sir Relz interviewing adventurers. They struck a sympathetic tone towards the casualties, but the Drakes clearly considered the raid a success, all told. Adventurers died.

It was the inn where those who knew the Horns mourned. However, amid the desolation, the bleak faces of Ishkr, Imani, Palt, Kevin, and the others

There they were. The three Goblins ate, talked quietly, and got to work. Mrsha watched them.

Rags, the tiny thought-thief and [Chieftain] wearing armor, always looking down on people her height.

Calescent, the portly Hob who smelled of good things and had the death-spice.

And of course, Ulvama, the evil, poking, greedy[Shaman] who was sometimes nice.

All of them walked and moved, not without care, but more like people walking in spite of a hole in their stomachs. They cut a contrast to Numbtongue. Mrsha understood that in some way, this was Goblin.

So what did Goblins do? Well, interestingly, it was Ulvama who did what Mrsha understood to be her job: she took care of people.

That meant making sure a certain pair of Drakes didnt die from choking in their own vomit, among other things. As Mrsha woke up, she saw Ulvama adjusting the passed-out Drake whod cried and drunk herself insensible. Selys. Joined by Drassi, who had also been emotionally destroyed by covering the battle. Ulvama, wrinkling her nose, kept prodding parts of the sewage and drying it up with the tip of her staff, turning it to scentless powder.

For that, Ulvama was in Ishkrs good books for the week. Mrsha on the other paw saw Ulvama poking Selys as the Drake woke up, refusing to let her wallowand taking away the bottle. Mrsha realized what she was doing, and began poking Selys too.

Enough!

The Drake screamed in Mrshas face. Mrsha, wide-eyed, scrambled back. Selys fury turned to guilt.

Im sorry, Mrsha! I didnt mean

Ulvama calmly whacked Selys across the head with her staff. A lot harder than she hit Mrsha, but Selys was an adult. The Drake spent the next five minutes clutching at her head.

Mrsha didnt leave her. She had to be a big girl. Selys was the Drake in trouble because she had liked Pisces (probably?) and felt guilty because the Horns had gone to the village at her request. She had to help Selys. And because she helped Selys, she thought of that more thanthansad things.

Part of Mrsha didnt believe they were dead. How could someone kill Yvlon when she was angry? There were no bodies. Theyd be in some coffin, like when Ceria had survived, in Erin and Ryokas stories. They might be alive. Eatingeating zombies that Pisces made edible or something.

Believe in that.

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Rags also believed the Horns might be alive. She had been there when they pulled Ceria out of a coffin. If they were dead

They had made their choice. So she made hers. She walked around The Wandering Inn, feeling odd after having stayed a night in the comfy beds, eating breakfast.

What is the plan, Chieftain?

Calescents voice was low, but he glanced at Ulvama, ministering to Selys likewell, almost kindly. Rough love, but it was there. She was even letting Mrsha help.

The sight was so at odds with Rags impression of Ulvama, it made her reconsider. She had been leaning towards refusing Ulvamas request to join her in Goblinhome. [Shaman] or not, she had been part of Tremborags inner council and Rags had hated the Mountain City Tribes ways.

On the other clawhandwhatever. This. Rags studied Ulvama.

Maybe her.

And him?

Calescent eyed the gardens door, beyond which the fourth Goblin had not yet emerged for breakfast. Rags shook her head.

Doubt it.

The [Spice Chef] nodded to himself. Numbtongue was an invaluable ally, but neither Goblin missed howbrokenhe was. Some of the other Goblins in Goblinhome were like that, after the battle at Liscor. They had seen too many Goblins die.

Even a few Redfangs had gone that way. None had died, because Goblins wouldnt allow that.

They just werent warriors, anymore. They helped make clothing, pottery, learned something else. Those Goblins were done with fighting. Done with death.

It might be kinder to take Numbtongue. Especially if Pyrite is in him. Rags was still shaken by that revelation. However, she thought he might belong here. Same with Ulvama. The only reason Rags might not take her back was because the [Shaman] was more useful here, keeping Numbtongue healthy. She could even, apparently, enter Liscor and shop without being killed on-sight. Maybe they could replace Rabbiteater with her as their shopping liaison?

Then again, Rags had those convenient rings. They would be super-useful. Shed talk with Ulvama, more civilly this time. See what she could get from Liscor; head back to Goblinhome.

She had seen the Horns fail. They had succeeded in a way. They had gotten this Helm of Fire, which Rags really wanted to see. However, they had failed in another way that they were not here. Dead or missing in action

How were they going to heal Erin now? Pisces had a plan, or the Horns did. In lieu of their return, the loot was being divided up. Selys actually roused herself for that fight, and it was going to be a fight over the dividing of spoils, identification, and so on.

Not to mention allocating money for the dead. It turned outthat the wills of three of the four Horns of Hammerad were made out to The Wandering Inn, and Erin Solstice or other inhabitants. Pisces had no wish to send money back to his family. Ceria had left her possessions to her teammates or the inn, also far from home. Ksmvr had no family or Hive.

Only Yvlon had bequeathed her possessions to her brother and family. As their wills came in and their shares of the treasure were negotiatedMrsha kept hugging Selys, burying her face against the Drakes scales. Because Selys had to be strong.

Rags listened to the quiet talking with one ear as she glanced around the inn.

No bodies found. No sign of them.

Her ears perked up at a conversation between an adventurer and Selys. Bevussa, of all people! The Garuda stared at Rags.

Rags waved back. The Gold-rank Captain turned to answer Selys, stumbling over her words.

They might be alive. Ive known adventurers to survive worse, Selys. If they arent[Scrying] spells cant find?

The Drake shook her head, looking sick.

I asked. It doesnt work on thedead. Besides whichmagic fails in the Village of the Dead, remember? Someone tried. No luck.

Which of course was because the [Scrying] spell was out of range. No one knew that, however. The [Scrying] spell could have found the Horns anywhere within a thousand miles of where it was targeted. Who would bother to expand that radius?

The point was for Rags, the raids outcome had become a purely non-Goblin matter. As inno Goblin was getting the loot, her tribe benefitted not at all from the outcomes unless Selys wrangled the Helm of Fire by some miracle from the loot pool.

She had bigger fish to fry. Or rather, Calescent did. She watched him hurry into the kitchen to play with all the cooking tools and recipes Imani had given him. He watched an adventurer raid and his first thought was lets make some spicy breaded fish!

Some people. Rags shook her head. She had bigger fish to fry.

And smaller rats to catch. She narrowed her eyes and went prowling back upstairs. Rags opened the door to Erins room, stopped, and stared at the chessboard.

Hm.

She sat down and inspected the very odd message on the board. Now, this wasnt a chess game. What did those black-and-white stones spell with the chess pieces?

undrstd. Snding. Kp sfe. What?

Rags scratched at her head. Just when she picked up the common language, they had to use stupidshe glanced around.

Hmm.

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Niers Astoragon swore ten kinds of curses as he hid behind a mug or pot or something on the nightstand. Of all the times for that Goblin to walk in! Not least before hed been able to erase the messages!

Worse still, she was looking around. Sniffing the air. ThenRags began casually walking around the room, checking under the bed, patting the sheets

Looking for him. The Titan cursed and slowly edged around the cup. Had she sensed him using Skills yesterday? That was not a [Strategist]s regular ability! Then againshe was a Chieftain! Goblins and their damn abilities!

Garden door? Niers looked around. He did not want to have to kill that Goblin. Of course, that was a last resort. However, her spotting him might complicate things. He did not like random variables in a battle, and his secrecy mattered now that everyone knew he was still alive. He saw Rags head turn.

Hmm. Hmm. My imagination?

She walked towards the window, and Niers saw her check it. Then the Goblin shrugged to herself. She walked past the dresser, whirledand jumped for him.

Of course, Niers Astoragon had already begun moving. He recognized a feint when he heard one. Cursing, the Goblin missed him as he dove. He fell and she grabbed, but the Chieftains crimson eyes widened.

What?

Rags had never seen a Fraerling before. Niers stared at her as he fell, missing her grabbing hands by an inch

Then he fell through the door that had opened in the floor. Rags stared at the tiny door, jaw open. She hadnt realized you could change the size of the door! Northat you could open it on the ground!

[Strategist].

Niers landed in the [Garden of Sanctuary] and realized he didnt have time to be smug. Rags would open the door in a second. He couldfeel her fighting to open it. But he had control. His will was stronger! The two struggled as Niers surged through the grass, shouting for Apista. He felt his control wavering the further he got from the wallsomehow the Garden knew he didnt need to really use it!

Rags was reaching for the d

Mrsha walked into the [Garden of Sanctuary], overriding both authorities. She stopped as she saw Niers.

Hide me! That damn Goblins seen me!

The Titan bellowed. Mrshas eyes widened.

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By the time Rags managed to get into the garden, swearing, the Titan was gone. She gazed around, suspiciously staring at Mrsha, but she couldnt tell where the tiny man was!

Tiny people in the inn? Had Erinshrunk one of her guests? That was weird, even for her. But waitRags had heard about these tiny people. Velan had them in her memories.

You. Mrsha. Where is the tiny man?

Mrsha stared blankly at Rags, then gave her a look of genuine concern.

Are you alright? Is your brain running?

She held up a piece of paper. Rags glowered at her, then stomped off. She had to regroup, research that memoryand figure out if that was the same person whod used a Skill during the battle. It looked like the image of that giant overhead. But if that was the case

Rags would find him again, now she knew he was there.

She never spotted the Titan, hiding in Mrshas fur.

-

Niers exhaled, slowly. His instincts were right. The Goblin had missed him when hed hidden with Mrsha!

He had no Ring of [Appraisal], sadly. However, Niers was one of the greatest [Strategists] in the world and you didnt get to his position without picking up a few tricks.

His aura-manipulation was weak since he wasnt really a [General] or royalty or whatnot, but he could read it like a champion and resist almost all cases of it.

Fire. That was what Rags aura spoke of. So, working backwards and hearing that she was a chess-playing [Strategist] and [Chieftain] as well, it was easy to figure out what Skill shed used to find him with.

[Sense Heat]. Im pretty sure her eyes can see body heat. Maybe even all relative temperatures. Darn!

He confided in Mrsha. The Gnoll looked at him, wide-eyed.

Rags is not a bad person. Maybe. Just a stinking thief.

Niers laughed as he read that out loud.

What does that have to do with me keeping secret? Or trusting her? At least shes a Goblin. Still

He sighed. The interlude of safety was already ending. He looked at Mrsha, aware that those adventurers had been special to her. Poor child. They might have been one of the first adventurers shed known who died like that. He shook his head.

I need you to help me learn more about that Goblin, Mrsha. Can you do that?

She nodded, slowly, and glanced towards the inn. Niers directed her as he waved to Apista. Mrsha would be his eyes and ears within The Wandering Inn. He wasnt going to risk that Goblin finding him with a trick.

Take me to Liscor, bee. Apista.

He was going to listen in at the Adventurers Guild or Mages Guild. There were too many things he couldnt get from a scrying orb or a child alone.

Apista buzzed angrily, though the Fraerling had no idea why as he impatiently waved at her. The bee twitched her antennae.

Some people didnt know how to say please.

-

The effect of the raid on the Village of the Death went around the world. Literally. However, more than the artifacts gained, the threat of the undead revealed, the broadcast itself made an impact.

It inspired. Yes, the deaths had been horrific. Yes, the adventurers had fled an overwhelming foe. Some people took grief from that, a cautionary tale, a bittersweet victory at most.

Others saw only the very bones of what it was to be an adventurer. To be a story, a legend. Even a hero.

It depended on the personality.

The Summers Champion slammed his hands down on the table. All the little flags, carefully-arranged pieces, and the entire map of this region of Terandria jumped.

It had taken their Autumn Knights forty minutes to set it up. One of them made a faint sound in her throat as she saw the pieces land in a mess.

To his credit, Greysten looked a bit abashed as he stared down at the pieces. Then he resumed glaring at his target.

We have just witnessed the monsters of another time! The greatest minions of a Necromancer, who put even my memory of the Necromancer of Terandria to shame! I have never seen such horrors in reality, brothers and sisters. I take it as an omen, this television, these broadcasts, not to mention the miraculous light which saved those valiant adventurers. This is the time for courage! For great deeds and valor! I sayit is time for war.

His eyes blazed with the very definition of his spirit. His body tensed, as if ready to run off and find that adventure, even if he had to climb a mountain.

There was a lot to admire in that mentality. And just as many pitfalls. The voice and person who answered him was as cold as his nature. Logical? That was a reduction of Knight-Commander Calirns season. They did not always tout logic as a virtue, but cool-headedness.

Summers Champion, you would have us march to war on an omen? From Izril no less? This is no time to be reckless. Or do you disdain the thousands, tens of thousands, who might die from a mistake?

The Summers Champion narrowed his eyes.

I disdain nothing, Knight-Commander! Nor would any [Knight]. I put the same question to you. A rebuke! Rebuttal? I reverse the question on you! How many lives might perish because of our inaction?

The other [Knights] in the war room watched as the two auras clashed. Heat and cold. Predictablysteam rose in a cloud as two temperatures met. Add a bit of wind and theyd get a proper tornado.

Ailendamus is coming down Pheislants roads to attack the Dawn Concordat from the flank. They have violated Pheislants borders. This is an act of aggression.

So you would have us make it an act of war, Summers Champion?

The Falls Sentinel was older, and struck a more composed tone than the younger seasons. Nevertheless, he had seen more wars than Greysten, and the younger [Knight] inclined his head. Some heads of seasons served for life. Others retired, but it was customary for the two younger seasons of Spring and Summer to appoint younger heads. Of course, they might serve for their entire lives, but it was telling that the average lifespan of the two younger seasons heads were also the shortest.

Greysten was their leader of crusades, who might well command in place of Calirn in times of war. He was advocating for just that.

Let us march on Ailendamus army while it is within the borders! His Majesty will surely see the need to check Ailendamus power! They must be held before they swallow all of Terandrias south, Calirn. We are not disagreeing over this, surely?

Calirn shook his head along with the Springs Warden. Even the Falls Sentinel looked troubled.

No, no one was blind to the threat Ailendamus posed, nor its increasingly aggressive campaigns. It was just

Ailendamus cannot be fought alone, Summers Champion. I agree Ailendamus must be checked. However. If Pheislant, or the Order of Seasons itself stands alone, who is to say we will simply not become another casualty in the Dawn Concordats war? If we are alone, I believe the results may be dire.

Silence greeted Calirns words. No one said it outright, not even him. However, what he meant was this:

We could lose against Ailendamus, even if Pheislant joins the Dawn Concordat. All four nations werent even half of Ailendamus size combined.

Ironically, if it were a century ago and Silvaria reigned, the situation might be far easier. However, the area was still recovering from the Necromancers desolation.

There were many coastal nations. Desonis. Nadel. Pheislant. Each one with powers like the Lord of the Dance, the Earl of Rains, the Order of Seasons, individuals or groups that made other nations wary.

However, they were all weaker individually than Ailendamus. Even combined, it might be an even battle. Ailendamus was justbig. As big as Nerrhavias Fallen, to name another superpower. Destroy one army and they sent ten. Destroy ten and they could raise twenty.

I do not ignore the cost, Knight-Commander. But I tell you that each time we hesitate and let justice go undone, I feel we have betrayed our knightly-oaths. I know the reasons, but I feel it in my marrow.

Greysten punctuated the comment with another, weaker, slam on the table. Calirn glared at him as the [Knights] watching the debate of the three Seasons heads murmured.

He could have said that in private. Greysten was honest to a fault. Stubborn as a Drake, too.

The two argued, but the main issue was set and the two were just clashing personalities as much as actual debate.

-

One did not have to take part in the open war-council to know that Greysten would argue and Calirn would wait. All things being equal, they had time to do something about Ailendamus army, which still had ground to cover. A decision was not necessary.

So, the savvy [Knight] privy to the workings of the Order of Seasons might well choose to look at something more interesting.

Likethe least-sad Goblin in the entire world.

Least sad. Yes, Rabbiteater was the least-sad Goblin. Why? Because he was in a safe place, with people who knew he was a Goblin yet welcomed him and treated him as equal. He had enough to eat, he was leveling, had good armor

Thus, he was the least-sad Goblin ever. So what if people he knew were dead? If Erinwas dead?

Goblins lost people they loved every day. That did not make Rabbiteater special. He dealt with it.

Erin was dead.

Hed just been told. Then, shortly afterwards, the Horns, who he had knowndisappeared in the Village of the Deads raid. Probably dead too.

What was interesting to an observer was that the Goblin did not, as a Human might, flee to the arms of a lover like Dame Meisa, who rumor had it was in a relationship with him. Nor fall to drink or depression.

How did the least-sad Goblin process any grief? Well

Ser Solstice! Ser Solstice! Slow down!

The gasping voice came from Ser Markus, followed by Dame Meisa, Ser Vitin, and a few other [Knights] who knew Ser Solstice. The figure didnt stop or acknowledge them as he ran.

Ran, in full armor around the keep. The watcher checked the position of the sun. Still rising, and this was lap eight. The keep was not small.

This had been preceded the day before by running up and down stairs until he threw up, swinging weighted swords with more rocks tied around your wrists until the arms puffed up, swimming through the lakethe Goblin had nearly drownedand over ten thousand sit ups.

If someone thought that last part was not notable, they had never done ten thousand of anything before. Muscle began to tear at a certain point.

Rabbiteater ran on, ignoring the [Knights] entreating him to stop. Some of the Spring Knights had tried to keep up with him after hed kept running past their usual training timebut theyd given up.

He ran, feeling the pain in his lungs, his bodyevery piece of him screaming. That was fine. This was fine. If he kept running, hed forget the other pain.

Rabbiteater was dealing with his loss in a very specific way. Not a Goblin way, per se, but a Redfang way. When they lost comrades, Garen had told them to train. Train! Until they passed out. You didnt waste water on tears, but you could sweat.

No matter how fast he ran, thoughhe couldnt forget.

Erin was

Rabbiteater saw Ser Markus try to tackle him. The [Spring Knight] missed; Rabbiteater just ran faster. Hed run until he passed out. Runa sweet oblivion of

A figure appeared before him in the grass outside the keeps walls, from which a few [Knights] on guard-duty watched the attempted running-intervention.

Dame Talia, who had been watching Rabbiteater run all day and been struggling with sympathy of her own, stared at the person whod appeared in a moment.

She hadnt seen him, despite being vigilant! She would have reached for the bow or horn she carriedbut she knew the armored figure, the stern mask, the fur-lined armor.

The Winters Watcher stood in front of Rabbiteater, appearing out of a veil of flurrying snowflakes despite the summer heat. The snow began to meltsave for the air around him, which was always frosty. He? held out a gauntleted hand.

Stop.

Rabbiteater promptly ran around him. The Winters Watchers helm turned as the Goblin sprinted past him.

Ser SolRabbit!

Dame Meisa cried out, horrified. The [Knight-Errant] ran on.

Two minutes later, the Winters Watcher appeared in front of him again, in another flurry of snow. Rabbiteater saw the raised palm, the silent gesture.

He ran around the Winters Watcher. The [Knight] stuck out a foot.

Rabbiteater went flying. He crashed to the ground, tumbling, trying to get onto his feet. He was exhausted, but he turned. Set himself to run

The Winters Watcher put a foot on his back and stood on him. Rabbiteater flailed, cursing.

Get off!

He shouted at the Winters Watcher. The other [Knights] had halted. The silent leader of the Order of Winter looked down at Rabbiteater. Slowly, the Goblins flailing grew weaker, even as he tried to shift the foot.

Rabbiteater tried to kick up at the codpiece. But his strength was

Fading

Snow fell onto the helmets of both [Knights]. The Winters Watcher raised their foot and the aura of cold faded. The soporific, leeching power of his aura had done its work.

He looked towards Ser Markus, Dame Meisa, and the others. Then he nodded and walked away. They hurried forwards to collect the slumbering Goblin-[Knight].

What an interesting Goblin. The Winters Watcher decided that the Fall Sentinel and other seasons heads were right. Goblin he might be, but [Knight] he was, too.

Perhaps if Velan the Kind had been a [Knight], the world might have changed. The Winters Watcher touched their shoulder. Many scars ached, but the Goblin Kings wounddidnt trouble them so much, even when they looked down at the Goblin called Rabbiteater.

Maybe that was a sign, too.

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The world was changing. As Ser Greysten stormed out of his meeting with Knight-Commander Calirn, formally chastised for losing his temper and actually subject to a reprimand, other forces were just as unhappy with the way of the world.

More than heroism, seeing a wraith or so many undead giants, not to mention that [Sword Legend] from another time, unsettled those in power. Because it reminded them that they might only be the best for a very limited span of time. In a world where so many old artifacts and beings existed, that was an unpleasant thought.

Perhaps that was why Archmage Viltach saw fit to take Trey into his confidence. Of course, there were other factors, one of which was Treys proximity to Eldavin. Yet it seemed to Treyor rather, Troy Atlas, that the Archmage was also showing him one of his secrets in order tojustify it to himself.

Rather like a student sharing a possible answer to get feedback, if only that they were right. He watched as Viltach murmured.

And, three, two, onethere we are. You see? Right on schedule. It might not be the Village of the Deads raid, but they do come back alive.

Trey blinked at the group of [Mercenaries] and adventurers who filed tiredly into the room. Half looked like theyd seen fighting. One of them blinked at Troy, but the Archmage spoke.

Your results?

Ran into more of those enchanted Ghoul bastardspardon my language, Archmage. Seeing as how we saw that with the Villagewe didnt pursue. Mapped out moreIm afraid no artifacts. We did confirm its an illusory wall on the sublevel, but we didnt get through. [Dispel Magic] didnt work.

What about the scroll? The enhanced version?

The [Mercenary Captain] shifted uncomfortably. One of the [Treasure Seekers] shook their heads.

Nothing. We tried [Fireball] too, and acid. Its harder than my aunts coin purse.

Very well. Very well, Thank you for your efforts. Please, rest with my compliments. The map?

Viltach accepted the map and Trey watched the [Mercenaries] file out. They were practiced at it. Thenhe looked at the door to the antechamber as Viltach resealed it.

It was one of the entrances to the floors below. If Wistram had a lot of upstairs that wasnt explored, wellthe downstairs was just as vast. If not as protected.

And that was why they were here. Viltach gestured as he laid the map on the table and turned from the resealed door, bearing his warding sigil.

What do you make of it all, Troy? You see what Im doing, of course?

Trey nodded.

Youre sending treasure-hunting teams into the lower levels to find artifacts, books, or secret passages.

Correct. It is a risky endeavor, but when I saw the Village of the Deads raidwell, I have never seen an expedition quite so costly. The worst case was when four of my hired group ran intoI shouldnt say. A spell trap. Quite nasty.

Trey eyed the sealed door and shuddered. They were six levels below the lowest point he had gone in his regular duties. The door led to a maze of places lower still.

Catacombs, abandoned wingsWistram liked to expand by growing, not necessarily making use of all its magical space. Correspondingly, magical creations, undead, and other pests often infested such places.

The [Mages] responded by blasting them to hell and backor just sealing off areas too dangerous for novices. Then they left it for ten thousand years and got spooked when a giant horror-amalgamation interrupted dinner.

It wasnt really a threat, since the Golems patrolled the living spaces. However, Viltach had begun delving into the past, as had many [Mages] of old.

Ive been charting the lower levels for eighteen years. Before I was an Archmage. Would you believe I got this map from the Archmage before me, whod been at it all his life?

Troy blinked. Hed thought the [Mages] were just lazy, but Viltachs map, which he made scrupulous copies of, had hundreds of passages.

How can you explore for an entire lifetime, Archmage Viltach?

The Archmage of Terandria rubbed at his temples.

Two lifetimes, if my predecessor is to be believed. He got it from his master. So that makes nearlya hundred and fifty years of hiring treasure seekers at sporadic intervals? The problem, Troy, is that when a [Mage] has access to nigh-unlimited space thanks to dimensional spells, they keep adding on space, and forgetting where the old space was!

He rolled his eyes in objection to the follies of older [Mages].

Worsewell, just imagine what foolishness [Mages] get up to in their desire to hide things. Some passages require spell phrases. Others were mazes. Some only appear on certain days of the month, or specific times. I recently learned that one wing higher up only appears when petals bloom in one of the parks. Not least, there are monsters within so one cannot hire a [Cartographer]unless they want that [Cartographer] to come back as a zombie!

Trey winced. He understood why Viltach didnt pay for a dozen teamsand why there werent as many takers as there could be.

The raid on the Village of Death had shown the consequences of digging too deep. So had every movie Trey had ever watched with this premise. However, he was game to learn why Viltach had invited him.

So why show me, Archmagus? Im very flattered at being shown so much

But Id really love to know where Amerys is, thanks.

Viltach seemed to notice Treys inner thoughts. The man smiled.

Well, Troy, Ive been considering your other request, but I wondered if, perhaps, you could help me! It was just a thought, mind, but after our creativity-session with Miniziare you following my train of thought?

Trey gave him a very blank look. Viltach went on, clearly waiting for Trey to put the pieces together.

I occasionally tried animals. Once I hired a [Beast Tamer] to train some ratsbut that didnt work well. They escaped. Ive also tried autonomous creations, well, considered it. Yet Djinni are unpredictable and far too costly to risk, and Golems? Golemsare not widely practiced these days. Much lessprivately owned.

Trey nodded slowly. Then he glanced towards the desk, where a figure had finally struggled its way up a table leg.

Minizi stared down at the map, her actual steel sword on her back. Trey looked at her. Then at Viltach. The Archmage was looking from Minizi to Trey. The [Sand Mage] opened his mouth.

Oh no. Archmagus

The older man interrupted him gently.

If my research is correct, Lifesand Golems are among the most intelligent and capable Golems one can make of their kind. We have observed Minizi can grow if she receives more sand; the cost simply increases. Consider our upgrades, Troy. Alsoconsider that Lifesand almost always finds its owner, even if destroyed.

You want to send her in? There? That was eighteen mercenaries!

Minizi looked up, from the young [Mage] to the Archmage. Viltach gestured, looking excited.

I believe she can reform even if destroyed, Troy. Moreover, I would pay for any damages incurred! Think of ityou might level from her combat action. I have heard of [Golem Artificers] doing so! Meanwhile, I dont have to pay for mercenaries to hold back and run at the slightest opportunity! An infinitely regenerating, intelligent Golem that we can adapt to any threat! Whywhy its genius! Its like

A skeleton walking around a dungeon and getting blown to bits with every trap it stepped on. Of course, Trey had no knowledge of that incident, but he could well imagine the scenarios Minizi might get into. He protectively shielded herbut the bloodthirsty, stupid little Golem had already unsheathed her sword and was waving it about!

She had been half as tall as Treys knee. However, with her upgrades she could now reach mid-thigh if she got enough sand. The little bones of mithril and so on allowed her to be surprisingly strong, and the mana gems in her body gave her a coordination and ability far beyond her old selfand she was still miles beyond regular sand golems.

Even so! Trey was horrified at his precious creation being destroyed permanently below. Viltach wouldnt give up, however.

I happen to know therere a few zombies in a room two floors up. Damned things; the [Mages] were testing anti-undead spells on them and forgot when I was a boy. What if we tested Minizi against them? Well create more Lifesand

Thats my blood!

I have healing potions! Just consider it, Troy. Dont you want to see what your creation is capable of?

Trey squirmed and argued, but it was true. That was how he found himself watching with Viltach as a waist-high Minizi puncheda zombie in the stomach. It clawed at her, biting with a handful of teeth, and half-fell on her. She struggled underneath it, lifting it upbegan stomping on it and trying to stab it with the dagger shed been given.

Viltach and Trey, standing behind their barrier, looked atthe most uninspiring fight Trey had seen. Not least because the Village of the Deads raid was fresh in his mind.

Er. We may have to stockpile more Lifesand. Shes quite strong! Durablejust too small.

Trey nodded slowly. Minizi had finally managed to gut the first zombie, and the second was trading punches with her. It was like watching a super-toddler with a knife fight three drunk adults with serious halitosis.

However. The process had begun. Wincing, Trey bled into some sand, preparing it to become Lifesand. Viltach was talking about a proper claymore and promising to track down a weapon for Miniziwho was going to become big-zi soon. Sandzi? Did he have to rename her?

Trey couldnt help but think of the actual Gazi. What would she say about these developments? Encourage him? Tell him to take advantage of Viltachs need for his help?

Shed probably sayif he could talk to her

Hurry up. Trey was almost certain of that.

-

Gazi Pathseeker, Gazi of Reim, Gazi the Omniscient, would have indeed told Trey to hurry up if shed been briefed on Minizis forays into the dungeon. She would have probably opined on the mistake in timing, acknowledging the limitations of an infiltrating agenteven more than oneand decided that her time could have been better spent before reaching a point where she could assist.

Since it was not in her nature to say any of that, let alone in as many words, Gazi sat. She was bored.

Not inactive, of course. She was training herself. Since she could not easily train her body, she trained her mind.

There were enough threats where she was to make training her body unnecessary. Staying in this spot indefinitely was difficult. There were any number of variables that could lead to her dying very quickly, very painfully.

Lack of air. Being crushed to a pulp. Being eaten by a monster. Tripping off one of the guardiansoh yes. This was training.

However, it would still be wasted if they returned without something to help the King of Destruction. Gazi knew time was running out. So yesshe would have told Trey to hurry. Hurry, and say that patience was necessary too. If she had to, she could wait months.

Another month at most and shed try something. Trey had assured her he was onto Amerys lead, and Gazi needed only her location. She didnt even need to risk anyone elses life.

Just know where Amerys is. So Gazi waited. It was not comfortable, living in her armor. Being buffeted by the ever-presentliquid. Or the monsters.

Even reading a book was hard. Waterproofing was one thing, but trying to turn a page underwater was ridiculously annoying.

Really, if someone had been able to talk to her for an extended period of time, even the usually-taciturn Gazi might have welcomed the conversation. However, at this particular moment in time, she had only two real thoughts.

If I kill every Drowned Person aboard that ship, would I be able to walk around and stretch my legs? Do they have an on-board toilet and toilet paper?

She balefully eyed her other companion in the deeps, which had not noticed her as of yet for all they held the same duty. Wellthey were miles away, further out, and her eye was very good.

However, the compulsion to murder for a proper bathroom was second to the main thought in her mind. Shed had it for the last two weeks and it was driving her insane. She couldnt check; it was far too close.

Yet she had to know.

Was that a spellbook encased in ice over there?

Didnt ice float?

-

Rabbiteater woke up to find he had company in his private rooms. Someone had removed his helmet and armor, and since he was not dead, he had to assume it was a friend.

Someone else was keeping him company.

Since it was the Summers Champion, Greysten, not Dame Meisa, Rabbiteater allowed himself to feel disappointed.

Then he remembered the Winters Watcher and their trick. Rabbiteater sat up.

Ah. Rabbiteater.

Greysten rose. He had been reading. The Summers [Knight] still looked angry. Rabbiteater frowned at him.

Winters Watcher put me to sleep.

The man just shrugged.

She does what she feels is best for the Order of Seasons. She has intervened in a [Knight]s affairs more than once. One of my friends had cause to draw her attention in that way, once. I realize you might think it an imposition, but consider it an honor; a token of her concern.

Rabbiteater just sat up and swung his feet off the bed. For a few, blissful seconds he forgot why his body hurt all over. Then he remembered.

Erin was d

She?

Greysten saw Rabbiteaters features close, but the question still came out. You could take off his visor, but the mask was still there. The Summers Champion replied.

It is a longstanding question within the Order of Seasons. This Winters Watcherwell, most assume they are a he. I and the Springs Warden think she is female. We heard her speak, once. She even removed her helm in company and we were assuredly certain of her gender at that time.

Sounds pretty obvious.

Yes. Well. It might not have been the Winters Watcher. They play games of deception with our enemies, even within our order. I think it is a game, however. A [Winter Knight] is supposed to learn the true identity of the Winters Watcher, who might even be one of their own, who walks around unmasked and unarmored regularly. Then they are truly considered to be in the order. Perhaps its even Knight-Commander Calirn himself and he tasks others with being the double. It would suit him. Thatcalculating fellow.

Greysten was clearly angry about something. Rabbiteaterdidnt care. He sat there, really wishing Meisa had been here rather than Greysten. There were a lot more distracting things than the Summers Champion you could preoccupy yourself with.

Wellyou probably could with him too, but it wasnt much fun for Rabbiteater.

Im going to eat.

The Goblin swung himself out of his bed, looking for his armor. The Summers Champion let him rearm. However, as Rabbiteater was going for the door, the man stood.

The thing is! Its Ailendamus. Which weve talked about. The army, the war

Yes.

Rabbiteater did not want to hear about the politics, the ramifications of if this kingdom fell, etcetera, etcetera. Erin was dead. The Horns were gone!

He didnt care. And he had not made a knightly-pledge to listen to people talk. Or even be polite. Rabbiteater stomped down the hallway. Then found his feet straining against the ground. His metal boots scraped the hallway

I know theres a time to be patient. But what good is patience when you can be in action! Are we really not cowards for refusing to take part in a war for something as petty as odds? We are [Knights]!

The Goblin kept trying to move his feet, but Greysten was dragging him the other way, an arm around his shoulder. A friendly arm, but the man was strong.

Ithinkits not my problem.

True enough, Ser Solstice! Its mine. I respect that I took on this burden with my job.

Good. Then Ill

The Summers Champion sighed, his bare head of orange hair turned to the sky.

Yet it does weigh on me. Lets have a drink. It may be early, but some days are like that.

I think you should talk to your Order

Nonsense! Youre one of us in spirit, if not class. Ill pay, of course. Come, come.

The man just dragged the Goblin off, much to the amusement or chagrin of the other [Knights] and [Squires] and servants who had been on the one-sided end of Greysten when he was in a mood. That was how Rabbiteater found himself having a drink and listening to Greysten complain.

He wondered how much trouble hed get in for dumping his mug on the mans head.

-

Earlier in the day, a small typhoon had appeared inland. A freak occurrence; not a proper tornado, but a proper raging tempest of rain and water.

It had covered the Village of the Dead, but done little else. The mourning servant of the Putrid One barely noticed as the wind tore around, throwing lesser undead, but unable to reach the magical heart of the village.

The fury of nature would have been followed by a screaming young woman with a magical sword fueled by futuristic technology. HoweverRyoka Griffin could not fly into the Village of the Dead to search for her friends.

For the first six hours after waking, Hethon and Sammy stared at Ryoka, who had been trying to return and find the Horns ever since shed woken up.

She did not, mainly because she was wrapped up like a silkworm by magical binding spells. Jericha had promptly ensnared her when Ryoka tried to fly back in and challenge whatever had gotten them to a fight.

Jericha. You can let me go now. Im calm. Thank you for stopping me.

Ryoka Griffin lay in the tent on the ground, as Sammy poked her in the cheek repeatedly. She ignored him. Jericha just looked at her and went back to working at her boots.

Jericha. Im not going to kill myself. Please undo the bindings.

Poke, poke. Sammial was poking harder, right at the edge of Ryokas mouth. She stared at him. He was staring back. He clearly wanted a response and was going to keep doing it until she said something.

The woman did nothing. She didnt even look up. Ryoka breathed. In. Out.

I really am not.

She knew shed die. When her head had cleared, she had realizedshe couldnt go in after them. What she could do was ask the wind. Check the garden in The Wandering Inn!

They werent dead. She would know it. The wind would tell her. However, she had to leave this tent. Hell, she could scry them or something, right? She just had to

Jer

Sammial began poking her in the nose. Ryoka Griffin snapped. She waited until he went to pinch her nose and then opened her mouth.

Aaah!

Sammial screamed as Ryoka bit. Not hard. Not nearly hard enough to break skin, but she got his finger.

Lord Sammial, please stop aggravating Miss Griffin.

Jericha looked up at last. Ryoka wriggled, but she could barely move.

Jerichaalright. If youre not letting me out, Im going to do something, you know.

The woman gave Ryoka a cold look as Sammial jerked his hand back and ran away from the young woman, staring at her. She bit him! He looked at Jericha, waiting for her outrage, but she and Ryoka were having another battle of wills already, too important for Sammials dignity.

Lord Veltras instructed me to keep you here until he ordered otherwise. Since he has not done so, I am afraid you must remain, Miss Griffin.

Really. But Lord Veltras isnt my [Lord]. I would like to be let go. Now. I have to use the bathroom.

Im afraid I cant do that, Miss Griffin. However, if you would like to talk about your interesting Kaalblade artifact, Lord Veltras is sure to have questions. I could take notes. Privately.

Jericha glanced at Sammial. Ryoka smiled. Happily.

A pure little smile of contentment and satisfaction, even joy at the world appeared on the young womans face.

It was so disturbing Sammial began to edge towards the tent flaps.

Well, I warned you. Please let me go. Jericha? Jericha? Okay

-

Lord Tyrion Veltras was still assessing the state of the wounded and dead. Some of his people had died in the night. Far fewer than one might expect for such an engagement.

The magical light had brought wounded back from the brink. Yet far too many for what he had thought he was getting into. Nevertheless, he was striding towards the tent to check on Ryoka Gr

Tyrion heard a muffled thwoom of sound. He looked up and the tent exploded upwards in a blast of wind. The cloth fabric shot up, then began to float downwards as everyone in camp whirled to see what had happened.

Lord Tyrion strode forwards and found Ryoka Griffin lying on the ground, still bound in spells. She looked completely upset at the magical bindings not vanishing.

Then againit appeared to be a stalemate, as Jericha was lying flat on her back in the mud about nineteen feet away.

Sammial Veltras was respectfully standing at attention and helping Ryoka to sit up when Lord Tyrion found her like that. He saw Jericha storming up the hill, wand raised

The woman slowed when she saw the [Lord]. Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

I would have assumed you stopped her from casting magic, Jericha.

I did. I

Jericha was fuming. The [Lord] however, was calm. He turned back to Ryoka at once.

Interesting. Why was every single thing this Courier did soodd?

-

Ryoka breathed in and out. Calm. She was calm. She stood up, dusted herself off, and turned to Jericha.

Um. Sorry about that. I lost my temper.

The woman gave her a flat look. Ryoka felt, intrinsically, that the two hadnt gotten off to a good startand every interaction since had not improved matters.

In some ways, it was a personality thing. Jericha struck Ryoka as a straight-laced kind of woman. She was a soldier, rather like Periss. She followed orderswaitaminute. Ryokas eyes narrowed.

Ilvriss and Periss had been an encounter she remembered back in the winter, Bloodfield days. Dead gods, how many years ago was that?

Right, less than a full year. It felt longer. Ryoka still had to master the calendar, but she was almost certain the time scale was off in some way. Probably the number of months in a season.

Did that mean everyone was older than they looked? Or aged slower? She put that aside for the moment.

Jericha. Tyrion. She swung her head back to the [Lord] who had instructed his subordinate to set her free. Hm.

There were definitely parallels in Izrils hierarchy, between Drakes and Humans no less. Sexism. Alsostory tale events, like Vampires in hiding, the [Lord] and the faithful retainer Ryoka could get into that.

Or she could blackmail Jericha by threatening to expose her probable affection for Tyrion.

Orshe could apologize and not be the nuisance she undoubtedly was.

Ryoka Griffin ducked her head and tried to be a bit more contrite. Jericha was eying her.

You have a gift with the wind, Miss Griffin. Is it a Skill?

Er

And she was onto Ryokas connection with the wind. The daycouldnt get worse after the Horns went missing. Somehow, Ryoka just didnt believe they were dead, though. So she was just in a state of worry. Confusion. Fear.

In short, she was back to normal. Ryoka was spared from having to explain further by Hethon running up.

What was that? Was it the wind?

Sammial turned to his older brother. He called out, loudly enough to be heard by the [Soldiers] nearby.

It was her! Jericha wouldnt let her go! So the Wind Runner used her powers! It was likea super fart! It blew the tent away!

Tyrion, Jericha, and Hethon all turned to look at the boy. Then at Ryoka. The Courier had slowly begun to turn red. Lord Tyrions eyes flickered. He coughed, and then, with amazing force of will, pretended that last moment had not happened.

Miss Griffin. I hope you are not planning on returning to the Village of the Dead? It would be your death.

He looked at her. Ryoka nodded, breathing in and out. Just a peek? Noeven the wind was afraid of that place. Something foul was there.

Im fine. Thank you for stopping me, Lord Veltras. And youJericha. Sorry about the wind. Imtheyre my friends. The Horns of Hammerad. Theyre alive. I know it.

Jericha and Tyrion gave her the look all soldiers had. That of someone who had said the same thing. Ryoka ignored it. She had to believe.

-

Afterwards, she sat and ate food. Breakfast. You had to do these things, or pass out, and since Ryoka hadnt eaten since yesterday, she was hungry.

It was odd to eat in the middle of a war camp breaking up. Tyrion was ordering his people to erect a military cordon or blockade around the Village of the Dead. He didnt trust the death-zone to stay dead any longer.

Nor did Ryoka. Some of his forces would return to their garrisons; the rest would stay here. Ryoka listened with half an ear as Hethon and Sammial ate oatcakes covered with jam, butter, and honey. It was a good meal, especially with some fresh salami and an apple from some local orchard.

Ryoka barely tasted it. She listened, stomach sinking as Tyrion spoke.

Begin laying the groundwork for a fort. Jerichaeither a [Druid] or a [Geomancer] is to arrive by two days time at the latest. Have them begin by elevating whatever area is most suitable. Natural walls. A moat.

That wont stop the flying undead, Lord Veltras.

He nodded, patting his mouth with a napkin.

Enchanted arrows, one trebuchetand no less than sixteen dedicated Level 25+ [Soldiers] armed with magical weapons of at least mithril-grade. Prepare

He drummed his fingers on the table.

Prepare an escape route angled away from the Village of Death. If need be, the soldiers will curtain an advancing force and flee via horseback. We will station as many horses as soldiers.

Jericha nodded, hovering and fulfilling the role of [Aide] and [Strategist] at the same time.

Yes, Lord Veltras. I will have magical armaments distributed immediately. It still wont hold off the magical undead for long.

It is what can be spared at the moment, especially if all sixteen artifacts are lost. They might hold or slay a few while we rally

No.

Ryoka interrupted the two. Tyrions head swung around. Jericha looked offended again, but Ryoka caught herself. Tried to bow or duck her head. She head-butted Sammial.

The Lord of House Veltras stared at Ryoka as Sammial began laughing. Jericha looked exasperated; and wouldnt you know it, but Lord Deilan, two of the House of El and House Terlands [Lady] with Eldertuin all arrived to join the breakfast. They heard Ryoka stutteringthen talking.

No. Im sorry to interrupt, but dont just give those [Soldiers], umartifacts. Jerichas right. Those undeadthe wraiths? They cant be harmed by normal weapons.

Which is precisely why artifacts must be spared. Kaalblades, for instance. Lord Deilan. Lady Reikset. Lord Eldertuin. Greetings to you all.

Tyrion stood, executed a swift, polite bow, and gestured to the table. The company sat. Lord Deilan and the others still looked shaken from the battle.

So did Eldertuin. He sat, gingerly, arm around his midsection, though his wounds had healed. Sammial and Hethon gaped with their mouths full of food at the living legend. Ryoka felt her stomach twist more.

The dead adventurers. Eldertuin had nearly died. So had Tyrions people. She forced the words out first. Let them take her to task for the dead after this.

Such crude descriptors, Ser Dalimont? Without describing her noble profile? Her graces? You do the royal family a disservice!

You do our mission a disservice, Ser Lormel! We are on an errand of haste!

This Dalimont fellow seemed more sane than the rest. Mrsha peeked around a barrel at them, narrow-eyed. What was she going to do? Get Niers to?

No, hed probably kill them all horribly. Mrsha shuddered. Ulvama? No, shed tell Lyonette. She just had to know what their plan was. If they were all as stupid as Lormel, she would have felt safe even with them in the city, asking questions like that. But this Dalimont was toocapable of performing basic reasoning for her liking.

It seemed the other Thronebearers had the exact opposite opinion, however. The other three were looking at Dalimont like he was a fool.

You have changed, Ser Dalimont. Your lack of social graces offends the spirit of our order. I fear your time guarding Princess Seraphel has roughened your elegance.

I represent her Highness on this quest, as do you all your respective [Princesses]. Moreover, she gave me the task of seeking Princess Lyonette. I would have hoped you would put her Highness well-being above your own sense of decorum!

The other three [Knights] gasped as if hed tried to stab them. They began to argue furiously. Mrshas ears perked up. Each one came from a different [Princess]? Well, Lyonette was the 6th Princess of Calanfer.

She had sometimes told Mrsha about her family. The little Gnoll tried to recall her tales about her sistersher face fell.

None of them were charitable. Seraphel. Lets see. That was the 4th Princess. She was the one who was cursed, right? How many husbands had she killed? Three?

It was better than the [Princess] who was even more hysterical than Lyonette. Which one was the one who kept getting into trouble for being found in the wrong beds? Mrsha was trying to guess which ones had sent representatives to find Lyonette and bring her home when Ser Dalimont turned.

He saw the little, white Gnoll peeking out at them from behind the barrel. His exasperated featuresfocused. He grabbed Lormels arm.

Ser Lormelpolitely shut up. Do you see that?

Mrsha looked up. All four [Knights] stared down at her. The little white Gnoll. Whom, if you scrubbed back through the broadcasts, was often seen in the company, nay, the very arms of

Uh oh. Wyvern poo. Mrsha backed up slowly.

Younglady. Excuse me a second.

Ser Lormel stepped forwards. Mrsha waved at him. She smiled and he smiled.

We were wond

Mrsha turned and bolted down the street. The [Knights] cried out.

Wait! Stop!

They ran after her, but Mrsha dove past a group of Drakes, leapt under a hamburger stall, and vanished into the city before they could follow her. Uh oh! Uh oh!

She was in big trouble now! Mrsha ran to tell Lyonette. As she did, she had a sinking suspicion the [Knights] had changed quarry from the carmine-haired [Princess] to a much simpler descriptor.

Where was the white Gnoll?

They were not the only ones asking. As Mrsha scampered after Selys, whod paused to throw up again, a Gnoll dressed in travelling clothes sighed and adjusted his worn hat.

Hm. There you are.

-

The day after the Horns vanished, life resumed. Informed by what had happened, but already other concerns were making themselves known, interfering with even grief. The luxury of having a day, a week, a month, or years to take events as you pleaseddidnt exist.

The Horns of Hammerad landed across Chandrar. They were found before they woke, all but one of them. Yet they did wake, within a day of their escape from the Village of the Dead at the longest.

Four adventurers appeared in blazes of light, falling, crying out before they lapsed into unconsciousness.

Three were found almost immediately upon appearing. One was not.

Two were recognized almost as quickly. Two more, not for their names and roles in the raid.

Two of the four woke in chains. One in another kind of captivity. The lastperilous freedom.

They were separated, alone, worn from battle and uncertain of the others fates. Tired, wounded.

-

up. Wake up.

Yvlon Byres inhaled something foul and strong and gagged. Her eyes opened wide. She jerkedand the world swam into focus.

The [Armsmistress] jerked moving forwards, and the hand retreated. The self-satisfied man looked alarmed as the woman tried to surge forwards, still thinking she was fighting, or falling.

She was arrested by the chains on her arms, legs. Purely for safety. She was nominally under arrest.

Whwhatwhere

Yvlon growled. Her throat was dry. She feltshe yanked at one arm and then the other. Thenlooked down.

Her right arm was gone. A jagged stump of metal was all that remained. Thathalf-Elf monstrosity had torn it off.

The womans attention was on her arm for only a second. She noticed her other arm was bound in chains. Her captors had apparently had trouble with one arm since they couldnt bind two together, but they had cobwebbed it up in links of steel. She herself was bound to a chair.

There, you see? She wakes! Commend the [Alchemist]. Youah, you are Yvlon Byres, yes?

The person whod woke her was also the leader of the room of mostly men. All but him wore armor. He looked likeYvlon squinted at him blearily.

Where am I? Whatwheres my team?

The Stitch-man smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. It was in fact, a rather greedy, rather presumptuous smile.

The rest of your team? That is the question I ask you. Miss Yvlon Byres of the Horns of Hammerad. You appeared in a spell, in my city. Ah, but we forget our manners. I am Ducaz Satin, ruler of this region. Youyou are a guest of the great, glorious empire of Nerrhavias Fallen! Fortune be to you that you came to us.

Yvlon blinked, still unfocused, as the mans guards all made a gesture. The self-satisfied man, this room

Why am I chained up? Wheres

Her sword was missing. AndYvlon realized, so was her armor, and her bag of holding. It was all lying on a table in front of her, she saw. She had clothing; someone had taken off her gear.

Ah. Yes. Regrettable, very. I am sure perhaps even the royal court of Nerrhavias Fallenperhaps even her exalted majesty will want to see such a notable adventurer! Not least because you hopped across the world in a moment! Yet I would be remiss as manager of this city and region if I did notinquire first.

The Stitch-Mans eyes focused on the table, the bedraggled adventurer. He studied the artifacts lying there.

You came here with a powerful artifact. They already say the Helm of Fire has been found among the spoils of the fallen. I seeother possessions from this raid are here. No doubt your teammates have similar such items. Where are they?

Yvlon focused on the objects on the table. Her weapons! Andshe growled. She had snatched more than the one scroll from the Putrid Ones altar. Ducaz held one, a relic beyond knowing. He looked at her.

I would be happy to locate your team, Miss Byres. But I will locate them firstthen see to your comfort as guests of Nerrhavias Fallen. Where are they?

Yvlon Byres saw the light of avarice in his eyes. She growled.

You imprisoned me for my artifacts?

You are hardly a slave, Miss Byres. Yet one does not simply toss an emerald that falls out of the sky into ones lap to one side, do they?

Ducaz chuckled. So did his bodyguards. Then the Stitch-Man grew serious.

Tell me and this will be easier, Human.

Yvlon swore, grimly. She had no idea where the Horns were. If this man hadnt found themwhere were they?

-

The second Horn woke in darkness to voices.

How much is it worth?

If it is still alive? Five thousand gold for rare species at any market. Minimum. That is for rare species. For anAntinium? Ten times that, perhaps.

Ksmvr heard the voices. He did not move. He woke, but kept still.

I am not bound? Or am I and not noticing? My weapons are gone.

I did not keep my promise. Where is Yvlon?

Where is Ceria? Pisces?

Where am I?

A mixture of emotions ran through him. He recalled leveling up. He heard the voices, speculating.

Look at all the artifacts. This

Dont wave that! Youll kill someone else! Is that bastard?

The smell of burnt flesh. Ksmvr put the pieces together. They were inspecting his artifacts. Someone had found the Flamecoat Dagger. Someone else had been immolated.

My gear. They were nearly right on top of him. He didnt know how long hed been asleep. Not long enough for them to finish their search.

What else has it got? Is it dead?

Doesnt matter. Were all dead.

Not if its alive! Its worth money! I told youget the attention of those bastards. Tell them weve got

A hand was rummaging for his belt, feeling for any other object on Ksmvrs body. The searcher was in darkness, as were the others. However, there was enough light to see by in this darkwhatever.

And they didnt realize Ksmvr was looking at them. He had no eyelids to close or open.

The prone Antinium suddenly sat up. The figure bending over him screamed, jerking back and raising the Forceshield and shortsword hed taken off Ksmvrs body.

Too late. The [Skirmisher]s mandibles closed on his face. The others froze as the jaws closed hard on the mans head. Not hard enough to bite or crushbut the man held very still.

Ksmvr grabbed the shortsword and Forceshield. He studied the other frozen people.

Ere am I? Ere is ith?

He tried to speak with the man between his mandibles. The others, a motley group of ragged people, backed away in horror. Ksmvr released his mandiblesraised his weapons as the man staggered back, screaming in horror.

The glow of his artifacts lit up this place. Ksmvr looked around and realized.

He was in a cell. So were they. Nosome kind ofholding area? The other prisoners saw Ksmvr aim the shortsword at the ones holding his crossbows, bow, dagger, and other weapons.

Drop them.

They hesitatedlooked at the Antiniumand did. Ksmvr spoke.

Push them over to me or I will kill you all horribly and eat your bowels and hang your remaining innards up for decoration.

He was rather pleased his impromptu threat worked. The group of prisoners tossed the weapons down. Ksmvr grabbed them with his free arm, watching them. He was ready for one to attackbut they were all horrified.

Its alive! Its an Antinium!

One whispered. Ksmvr realized they knew what he wasbut not who he was. Curious. He looked at the enchanted bars of the cell. There was a dooryet it was closed with no discernable unlocking mechanism.

Where am I? What have you done with my teammates?

The group huddled in darkness had no answer. They looked at each other. At last, one began to laugh.

You dont know? Youyou just appeared! Here! Of all the ill-luck places! Give us the weapons, Ant-person. Well all need em.

No. Answer my question. Where is my team?

Ksmvr aimed a crossbow at him, but the ragged manthe one whod been speculating about his market valueonly grinned, a broken grin of despair.

No clue. Maybe theyre in the other cells? Were all dead, anyways. Howd you get here? Let us outwe tried your weapons on the doors, but theyre still too weak.

Where am I? Answer me.

Ksmvr looked around. Beyond him, he saw a dustyhe strode to the bars, watching the others as they stared at him. A former [Slaver], or someone whod worked for them. A shifty [Thief]the one Ksmvr had bitten. What looked like a horrified former [Trader], clothes torn.

The eight people in the cell were all men. Not all Human; but they all had a connection. Ksmvr identified it.

Criminals. He was in some kind of jail. Logic dictated that, of course. He glanced out at the place beyond.

This wasnt a formal prison, though. What was that sand on the ground? The rounded basin?

Hey! Weve got an Antinium-thing in here! Let us out! Do you hear? He just appeared! Dont kill us!

The [Slaver] began to bellow. Two more rushed to the bars, shouting to someoneKsmvr tried to stop them, but they were desperate. Somethinghe looked out again. Then he realized.

He was staring out into an arena. There were people in the audience seats, high overhead. They had no idea he was here.

-

Ceria Springwalker woke up when something bit her. She shouted, kickedand got a leg full of needles.

The Needlehound bounded away. Ceria sat up, stared at the dozen needles in her leg, and screamed.

Aaaaaaaaah

She reached for them, remembered not to yank them out, and looked around.

Pisces! Ksmvr! Yvlon!

No one was near her. The Needlehound barked at her; Ceria stared at the dog, then around.

Arid ground, a cluster of bushes over theresome kind of hill over thereshe reached for the needles, shouted again.

Gaah! Pisces! Where are you?

She raised her hand, gritted her teeththen yanked the needles free. Swearing, Ceria reached for her belt. Her healing potion splashed on the wound.

Then she heard more barking. More dogs, oddly spiked fur appeared out of the dry landscape. Ceria looked around.

Dogs. Hungry ones too. Feral and growling. Ceria had no idea where she was, but she recognized danger. She raised her hands in an instant.

[Ice Wall]!

Nothing happened. Ceria blinked. The dogs were circling her. Theyd jumped back at her shout, but then just gotten angrier. The half-Elf tried again.

[Ice Wall]?

A tiny ring of ice climbed up around her. Ceria gaped at itthen began to cough. She realized her skin was dry. She was parched.

She felt baked. Her skin was red; she must have been lying in the sun! TheCeria looked up and saw a blue sky. She looked around again and finally realized.

This wasnt Izril. Unless Izril was a desert. Ceria tried to get up, but she began hacking at the dust in her mouth.

The dogs drew closer, the pack growling. Ceria pointed at the biggest one. [Ice Spike]! Shefailed to cast the spell.

There wasnt any water! An [Ice Mage]s big weakness. Ceria gulped. Oh no. The dogs were tensing. So the half-Elf coughed, took a swig from the healing potion for liquid, not healing, and used her second tactic.

The half-Elfs instinctive, magical connection with nature. Ceria spoke to the dogs.

Hey you little bastards! Get lost!

She had the power to speak to beavers too. Like the Fortress Beavers, the dogs flinched. Ceria waved her hands. She danced about, shouting, making herself appear bigger.

Grr! Bark! Bark! Get lost! Im mad! Piss off!

The dogs looked at each otherthen backed up from the angry half-Elf. Good enough. Ceria looked around, swaying. She was nearly out of mana, exhausted, and she had no idea where her team was.

Pisces?

She tried to cast the private message spell between them. A glowing spark of light floated upbut nothing else happened.

He was too far away? Or? Ceria looked around. The pack of dogs had retreated. But it was watching her. Waiting for her to die.

-

Lost, alone, each one in peril. The Horns of Hammerad were alone. Weakened.

Yvlon Byres looked at the greedy [Magistrate]. At his guards. She didnt know where her team was. And she was a captive in chains.

Her arm tensed against the steel holding her. The Stitchfolk laughed.

We have held you, Miss Byres. Please dont resist and cooperate. Or you will find the hospitality of Nerrhavias F

Crack. Ducazs little speech ended on a squeak. He saw the first link of enchanted steelsnap as Yvlons good arm strained against the chair. Then, it began to bulge.

Yvlons silver-steel muscles pulled at the chains. She was just a bit too weak to break them. Normally, that was. Even her enhanced arm couldnt break the chainssomeone with [Enhanced Strength] would fail!

What about Silversteel arms and a berserkers rage? Yvlons face contorted. She didnt see her arm bulge.

Stop! Stopmy guards will be forced to injure

Grah!

The [Silversteel Armsmistress] tore her arm free of the chains. Ducaz fled backwards as the bodyguards flinched. Bits of broken metal showered across the room as Yvlon reached for her sword.

Stop her!

The [Magistrate] screamed. The Stitchfolk surgedd of [Golem Artificers] forwards. Too late.

Pisces! Ceria! Ksmvr!

The scream was laced with fury. Ducaz saw the [Guards] hesitatethen slash at her with their weapons.

Stop, you fools! Dont kill her!

He screamed at them. Thenhe saw the tip of her sword run through the first [Guard]s front. Ducaz backed upthen ran for the door.

The [Magistrate] fled out into the open street, out of his private manor, screaming in one of the minor cities of Nerrhavias Fallen. Stitchfolk turned as the wailing man fled a Human woman with one arm made of silver and steel. Blood ran down her arms.

Her face was contorted in rage. A [Berserkers Rage]. The local Watch, the militia, all came running at the [Magistrate]s screams. They saw Yvlon emerge. She caught sight of them and never hesitated.

Yvlon came out, sword swinging.

-

Ceria Springwalker limped towards the hill in the distance. The dogs were still following, but every now and then she would shoot flames or another spell at them, keeping them wide of her.

She was dehydrated and consuming stamina potions. She needed water. She needed

Hello?

A village had been erected in the shadow of the hill. The people there were used to the crippling heat in the middle of the day.

So they were astonished to see the half-Elf in the distance. One of them pointed and they came out in a nervous cluster, expecting more of the [Bandits] that had been savaging this area. Or the talk of worse monsters.

All they found was a dizzy half-Elf who collapsed half way to them, vomiting stamina potion into the dirt. They looked at each otherthen bore her towards their homes to tend to.

-

The audience had begun to cheer. Ksmvr stood in the darkness.

Ah. He understood at last where he was. Even if he didnt know this particular place from the babbling, terrified prisoners who were with him, he was familiar with the vague concept.

Arena. These were prisoners. Criminals. Even two rejected [Slaves] in two other pens, whod been disobedient or killed their masters.

The audience didnt care. They were cheering. Waiting for blood.

Were dead! We have to tell themyoure valuable!

The [Slaver] babbled. He was armed with a single crossbow from Ksmvrs armory. The Antinium had given similar weapons to the others. Not his best gear.

He considered it necessary. Of course, that meant they were going first.

We will see. Nowgo.

The doors swung open. The prisoners screamed. Their collars were burning with magic, forcing them out. They stumbled forwards, armed with rusted weaponsand three with Ksmvrs weapons.

The Antinium stood there for a moment. Where was his team? He was going to find out. He waited in the darkness, looking out into the distant arena at whatever opponents had been sent to slaughter these prisoners.

Ah. That complicates things.

Ksmvrs antennae twitched. He adjusted his Forceshield. Then he stepped into the light.

-

Two of the Horns of Hammerad woke into fights for their lives. Another was lost, but found safety in the nick of time.

The last of them woke in chains. He was identified the moment he was found, within minutes of appearing. He opened his eyes to movement, an uncomfortable press of flesh and stink.

Bodies of other people. Pisces felt the metal, magical shackle on his neck and wrists. He realized where he was in the next second, carried in the wagon with the other [Slaves].

Captive, courtesy of the Slave-Merchants of Roshal.

-

A day passed. The Horns woke, each alone. Each one separated.

But alive. Alive, whether their friends and allies knew it or not. The days continued. The raid on the Village of the Dead had moved things.

This was the era of great deeds and action. The example of one set others aflame. The King of Destruction rode forth and set another of Nerrhavias hordes to flight.

Lyonette du Marquin set another of Mivifas private wine bottles to the floor and missed.

Grief and glory each had their place. So, as the next day dawned, the Springs Warden strode through the Order of Seasons, angrily marching through the busy Season of Summer. All the knights were preoccupied, bustling about, but they stopped when they saw the head of the Season of Spring.

Greysten!

The Summers Champion jumped guiltily and whirled.

Springs Warden?

The woman marched up to him and glared at the younger leader of his season. Greysten was actually the youngest, despite being well into his forties.

I heard you accosted Ser Solstice last night!

Rabbyes, and?

He looked very nervous, and the Fall Knight hurried off along with the other six [Summer Knights] to give them space. The Springs Warden was too angry to care.

You dragged him out to drink and to complain about Calirn? Have you no sense of tact? He has just lost a loved onenot to mention the adventurers he was familiar with!

A look of chagrin spread across Greystens face. He really hadnt realized.

I was only seeking his advice. And it was good

Do not make excuses, Summers Champion! Summer is harsh, not oblivious! A fellow [Knight] suffers from loss and you bother him with our Orders politics?

She had come to take him to task for his poor judgment. Calirn might have, or another of his peers, but the Springs Warden was closest to the Summers Champion. He hung his head. He shuffled his feet like a guilty child. Thenas if something occurred to him, suddenly Greysten looked up and smiled.

Youre absolutely right, Springs Warden. I have been neglectful. I must make it up to RSer Solstice! I will make amends. Todaynonow! Give me but half an hour

The woman blinked, surprised but mollified by the Summers Champions rapid change of heart. Then again, he was always like that. Honest to a fault, directshe nodded.

Well then. See you do. Have a care with his feelings, Greysten.

Of course.

He looked hurt at the suggestion he wouldnt be. She just sighed. At least he was on Rabbiteaters side. There were worse places to be. The Summers Champion tolerated no enemies within his line of sight. If he had thought Rabbiteater was a danger for being a Goblin, he might have tried to slay him then and there.

-

The day after his forced stop by the Winters Watcher, Rabbiteater was stilldown. Of course he was. His body still hurt from pushing it past its limits and mindful of Markus and the others worries, he had held off from forcing it further.

He was thinking of enjoying a hot bath in the Season of Summer, who had such things all the time. However, he groaned when he saw Greysten heading his way and turned around.

Too late.

Ser Solstice! I have come to make amends for my poor behavior yesterday! Lets go for a ride and we will talk.

The Summers Champion called so loudly there was no chance of pretending you hadnt heard him. Rabbiteater stopped, wincing, and looked around.

A ride?

A ride. I have been remiss, my friend. Let us ride out, enjoy natureand talk. The Springs Warden took me to taskand rightly so! I have not given your grief due respect, and for that I must sincerely apologize.

The man bowed to waist-height. Rabbiteater blinked at him. It was so hardbecause the Summers Champion was like a Redfang in many ways. Almost like Garen in some. It was hard to hate him.

Ohfine.

Rabbiteater gave up on his bath. Maybe later? A ride might be fine. He failed to notice the triumphant gleam in Greystens eyes. Normally, he would have, but

The two were heading to the stables; Greysten had apparently already called for their horses to be saddled, when an angry voice reached them.

Summers Champion!

Knight-Commander Calirn strode across the ground, glowering at Greysten.

Knight-Commander. How may I help you?

Greysten greeted the cold leader of the Order of Seasons. Rabbiteater nodded at him. Calirn nodded back, catching sight of the Goblin and his expression turning slightly sympathetic. But then he was frowning at Greysten again.

What do you think youre doing?

I have no idea what youre talking about, Knight-Commander? Taking my friend here for a ride?

Do not play games, Summers Champion. I have given my order as the head of the Order of Seasons and you will not

With surprising tact, Greysten drew himself upright and interrupted Calirn.

Knight-Commander. I am sure we can discuss my seasons actionslater? I have already been upbraided by the Springs Warden for troubling Ser Solstice with my political talk from yesterday. Pray, let me ride with him for an hour or twothen we can discuss the issue?

Iah.

Calirn glanced at Rabbiteater. He hesitated, visibly glared at the Summers Champion, and nodded with an effort. The Knight-Commander turned to Rabbiteater.

That would beappropriate. Ser Solstice, I hope you are feeling better? My condolences. I watched the valor of those adventurers. I cannot express my sorrow, but I hope you will visit whichever season can best aid you. We have all experience with loss.

Thanks.

Rabbiteater mumbled. The Knight-Commander hesitated, but mindful of the sad Goblin-[Knight], nodded and glowered at Greysten.

After you return, we will speak.

His tone was warning. Greysten just purred a response.

Of course, Knight-Commander.

He turned to Rabbiteater as the Knight-Commander stalked off.

Apologies, Ser Solstice. Shall we?

-

I really must apologize, Rabbiteater. I too have lost a dear friend in Izril recently.

Really? Who?

Ser Raim. I believe I spoke to you? He was my friend, an older [Knight] in my season around my timeI know what it is like to lose someone precious. I know what it is like to lose family. I should not have troubled you with my petty reasons, yet here we are. I apologize for more than that.

The two rode out of the Order of Seasons courtyard, through the first layer of gates, then the second. Rabbiteater turned his visor up to the sky without a word.

It was a beautiful day. Such beauty in the sky, natureit felt at odds with Erin dying. He found it an injustice. It should have been a maelstrom like the world had never seen when she died. Every day sinceand for the Horns too.

Sun did not befit death. He and the Summers Champion rode along, saddlebags plush with provisions. Rabbiteater didnt mind; any Goblin who didnt ride with snacks was a fool.

His warhorse was a gift from the Order of Seasons. Not nearly as wild as a Carn Wolf, and the motion was much smoother. However, Rabbiteater had learned to ride. From Talia.

He felt bad about that. He felt bad about a lot of things.

The ride would do him good. The Summers Champion spoke as they passed through the gates.

Let us talk about those we have lost, Rabbiteater. Drink for their memories. It is all we can do. It is bitterbut we must move on. I am told your [Innkeeper] is not fully dead. Is that so?

Maybe. But

The Goblin hung his head. The hope had been revealed to him, but it seemed so far away. So nebulous. How could someone bring Erin back from being frozen?

It crushed him. The smiling young woman, who had given him everything after he had found her, lost and alone with his brothers. Who had given him the strength to beat the Bear-[General]!

The world isnt fair.

He muttered. He had known that, but it bore saying again. The Summers Champion touched his arm.

No. It is not, is it? Yet that is why we are here.

They rode out of the keep. The Summers Champion raised his head. His orange hair seemed to burn under the sun. His voice rose, accordingly.

The world is not fair! We [Knights] fight for goodness! We try to do what is right. And we fail.

He clenched his hand.

The greatest of us fall to treachery, fall before dark monsters! This is a truth of the world. The world is not fairbutthat is why we are here. Because, Rabbiteater. You are not alone.

The Goblins head rose. He looked at the man. At last, Rabbiteater smiled. He moved his visor up to let Greysten see it.

That sounds like something Erin would say.

Really? Then I shall say more such platitudes! The Summers Champion, departing!

He raised a hand and the [Knights] on the wall saluted him. Him and the Goblin.

What a sight. Rabbiteater turned his head to memorize it. If nothing elsehe had this.

More than this. As if Greystens words had heralded it, someone on guard-duty cried out, seeing the two riding out.

Hoi there! Is that Ser Solstice?

The two slowed their mounts. Ser Raist, another [Summer Knight] whod been part of Talias group, leaned over the balcony.

Ser Raist!

The Summers Champion waved up at him, a smile blooming on his face. Ser Raist called down to Rabbiteater.

I heard of your sadness, sir! Are you riding out, Summers Champion? I would be honored to join you.

If you can catch usno, wait. Ser Solstice?

The Summers Champion deferred to Rabbiteater. The Goblin looked up and shrugged.

Why not?

Greysten smiled, relieved. Raist smiled, and hurried for the stairs.

Are you going riding? I shall too, if I may! The Season of Summer should not be alone. Not when one of us mourns.

Another [Knight] called out. Dame Chise! She smiled down at Rabbiteater.

The more the merrier. Assuming thats alright? Come on, then!

The Summers Champion shouted up at the walls. That was how Rabbiteater found the two [Summer Knights] hurrying after him. Thenhe realized there were more than two.

Ser Solstice! Could we trouble you?

Ser Markus breathlessly rode up, with Meisa, some of the other Spring Knights, and, to Rabbiteaters gratified surprise, Dame Talia. She nodded at him, looking uncertainly at Greysten.

The Summers Champion looked taken aback at Talia, but he slapped Ser Markus on the shoulder.

Good man. You might belong to my season soon! The more the merrier! Come on now, lets pick up the pace!

Nearly ten [Knights] proceeded out of the Order of Seasons. Rabbiteater was talking to Ser Markus, realizing that his private talk with Greysten might be compromised.

Yet there was something good here too, in company. Thisthis was like riding with a band of Redfangs. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Most didnt know who he was, but the Season of Summer considered him one of their own.

As the [Knights] came out of the Order of Seasons, they passed a group riding back towards the keep. Greysten halted the sixteen or so [Knights].

Hey there! Out on a patrol?

A mornings ride, Summers Champion. Is that Ser Solstice?

One of the sixteen spotted the Goblin and nodded at him. Greysten gestured.

Were on a ride to cheer him up. Why dont you join us?

The other [Knights] called encouragement. Why not? The day was fair! And all sixteen were Summer Knights too. They fell in with the others in good cheer.

Talia and Markus blinked at so many of the same season together. It was actually rare; the seasons liked to mingle. But it might have been a training exercise. They rode with the Summers Champion, talking to Rabbiteater, praising the battle, trying to offer sympathies.

It was hard to talk to him! However, the convivial atmosphere was good. Ser Markus realized someone had taken a bunch of hot rolls from the mess hall and was tossing them around.

Theyre made with something called baking soda! See how good they are? Thats with a baking Skill!

Quite good! Ser Solstice, why are you upset?

Rabbiteater rubbed at his eyes. He tried to explain and the [Knights] listened, riding with him.

Even here, she came. In fluffy bread. He tasted it and it was good.

This was Erin. Not literally, buthe looked at the Season of Summer and thought she would fit right in. The smiling [Knights], Greysten exclaiming over the origin of baking soda

They were heading down the lovely plateau and forest built around the ruined half-Elven kingdom that was the Order of Seasons special land on Pheislant. To the south lay the cliffs bordering the sea. Ahead?

A group of thirty or so [Knights], dressed in orange and red armor straightened. They were all bending to inspect something, baskets in hand.

So is this an edible mushroom?

No, poisonous. How are you finding these? Please tell me you didnt just nibble that.

The Autumn Knight sighed, their more royal purple armor glinting despite the mushroom-foraging duty. All of them turned.

Summers Champion, what are you doing here?

Riding! Are you out foraging mushrooms?

The [Knights] nodded, indicating the few shroomsmostly horribly poisonousin the baskets. There were a number of Autumn Knights with them. All in armor. All with horses.

Why not give up on that and join us for a ride? We can all pick mushrooms when we get back.

With good humor, the [Knights] looked at each other and agreed. The first one, who had lips that were slowly turning worryingly blue, grinned at Rabbiteater.

Were not the right sort to forage, anyways.

They had barely gone another ten minutes when a group of a dozen burst out of the forest.

Hold on, thats not a deer! Summers Champion! Whats with this group? Mind if we join you? We cant find a deer, and hunting them with, er, lances, is hard work!

The leader exclaimed. He clasped gauntlets with Rabbiteater. The Goblin nodded at him, wondering who was that stupid.

Talias eyes had narrowed when she saw the mushroom-gatherers. She stared at Greystens back, but the Summers Champion just laughed heartily.

Join us!

Ser Markus was exceptionally impressed. So many [Knights]? Hunting with lances?

I had no idea so many of the Season of Summer were so festively-minded today!

He confided to Dame Meisa and Ser Thaime. The two Spring Knights looked at him like he was a complete idiot.

-

Rabbiteater had been too depressed to notice. However, after the fifth rabbit-hunting group happened to see their procession along the forest path and decided to join them spontaneously, even he caught wind of something.

He looked at Greysten. The Summers Champion looked innocent as the hundred and sixty plus Summer Knights rode in formation, talking, someone passing around a roasted bit of hare with edible mushrooms.

They emerged from the forest, heading out of the Order of Seasons lands. Faster now; they moved at a trot, but someone was using a movement Skill.

I say, were going rather far, arent we, Summers Champion? Do you always ride this far?

Ser Markus looked slightly amazed at the distance theyd come with only forty minutes of riding. Dame Meisas mouth worked.

You must be pulling our legs, Ser Markus. Are you serious?

Rabbiteater was riding at the head of the long train of [Knights]. He slowed his horse and the Summers Champion laughed as they began heading down towards Pheislant proper.

Now, what have we here? Out for a stroll? Fancy that!

He was really, really bad at lying. Mrsha-bad. The sixty [Knights] innocently put up their lances.

Just practicing parade-riding, Summers Champion. Are you riding out? Why dont we join you?

Dame Voost winked at Rabbiteater. He frowned at the best bladeswoman in the Season of Summer. Then he turned to the Summers Champion.

Im beginning to think this isnt about me.

What? No, why would you say that, Ser Solstice? I justhappened to meet all these fine [Knights] from my season. We are here for you. Incidentally, your advice from yesterday was really quite good.

Advice? What adv

The Goblins eyes narrowed. Then he swore and turned his head. Greysten happily offered him a roll.

Have one of these. They have bits of meat baked into the crust. Very good. Lets pick up the pace, shall we?

They began to ride faster. Because they could, because it was a fine day. Alsobecause Knight-Commander Calirn might have noticed the practically-deserted Season of Summer, or seen the huge procession and be in the middle of losing his temper.

They headed down the narrow pass that you could hold an invading army at. The Summers Champion halted them for a second and looked up.

We salute the winter! Will you join us on our ride or gainsay it? What say you, Winters Watcher?

Apprehensively, the [Knights] looked up. For there, perched high overhead was the solitary figure. The head of the Season of Winter. If anyone was going to stop them

The frost-covered figure looked down at the Summers Champion. Thenthey raised their hand. The Summers Champion grinned. He saluted the distant figure.

Onwards, friends! Winter has chosen not to slow us down! Forwards! Erto comfort Ser Solstice, that is!

-

A hundred and twenty plus [Knights] were riding out of the Order of Seasons when they met a larger group. This timeit was three seasons.

Spring, Summer, and Fall, all camped outside of the Order of Seasons lands. On a training exercise, put together last night by the Summers Champion himself. They looked up, and mounted up, calling out to Ser Solstice.

Wait a second. Im beginning to think theres something going on here.

Ser Markus called out from just behind the head of the army of [Knights] coming down the road. The Summers Champion nearly fell out of his saddle laughing. So did most of the others, proving that knightly-valor didnt mean you didnt have to have a sense of humor.

Nor that being fast on the uptake was also a requirement. Ser Markus buried his face in his horses mane for nearly twenty minutes after he figured it out.

You know, you were the excuse. I meant what I said. But it might have to wait till later. Orif we ride together, I will not ask you to join us. This is my decision alone.

Greysten looked at Rabbiteater. The Goblin [Knight] stared ahead. He looked down the long road and saw the shapes waiting for them ahead. Then he looked at the Summers Champion.

Of course he knew what they were about now. The Goblin considered this. Thenhe shrugged.

I dont care. Sounds like a good distraction.

The Summers Champion and other [Summer Knights] who heard blinked at Rabbiteater. Then they began to guffaw with laughter.

A distraction? Well said! Youd ride to war with a smile and on a whim?

Greysten guffawed. Rabbiteater smiled under his helmet.

You are. The Summers Champion rides to war. SoI am the [Champion] of my people too. I should probably join you.

He knew it was madness. Butit was Redfang madness. Why not? Why join a bunch of crazy [Knights] on a collision course with the greatest kingdom in this area, on a whim? Who would do that?

The same kind of idiot whod go to battle for a [Florist]. Whod fight for an [Innkeeper] with a white flag. For that matterthey seemed, in this moment, to be like the same crazy young woman who might defend a Goblin.

Madness. The Goblin rode in the company of his peers. It was a glorious thing. This was what it meant to be a Redfang.

This was what it was to be a [Knight].

The forces waiting on the main highway started forwards before the riding [Knights] had reached them. Hundreds of [Knights] slowed, and many raised their weapons, cheering.

The second force of the Order of Seasons, the one based in Pheislants capital, saluted the Summers Champion as he rode forwards with Rabbiteater.

Summers Champion. We have mustered those willing to defy Ailendamus. With me stands [Castellan] Divorn.

Summers Champion, his Majesty does not condone war. HoweverI am pledged to his Highness Evein, and he commanded me to take charge of this force and support our gallant [Knights] in their action.

The man saluted the Summers Champion, looking at Ser Solstice questioningly. The Summers Champion threw his arm around the Goblin.

Well met, Castellan! Do I see House Kallinads banners? How many noble houses?

Sixteen!

Good. Then, I will introduce you to my highest-ranking [Knights] as we ride. With us from outside of our order is Ser Solstice of Izril. I trust you will treat him as a [Knight] second only to myself. Nowwe ride! Before the Knight-Commander catches us!

The army that began marching north was a strange one. A mighty one. The Ailendamus army halted when it got news that over eight hundred [Summer Knights] alone were heading towards them. And that was one season, albeit the largest one! They were joined by nearly six thousand of Pheislants [Soldiers].

Still, it was a nearly five-to-one difference. Ailendamus army began sending reports to the capital, which in turn demanded to know if Pheislant had declared war.

Their answer came from the Season of Summers champion. He did not speak for his Order! Though surely Ailendamus would not see it that way.

He did not ride with the [King]s commandthough his army had Pheislants standards! He just rode for the dignity of Terandria. The honor of [Knights]. The Summers Champion, Greysten, declared a crusade against the kingdom of Ailendamus for their unjust war against the Dawn Concordat.

Knight-Commander Calirn would have throttled Greysten if he could have caught him. It was too late. And in the midst of it all

A Goblin rode to war for the hell of it.

Authors Note: This chapter is written after the Horns arc. Which was exhausting. I actually burned 2,000 words of this chapter in the middle of writing because it was terrible.

Poor sleep. Poor sleep and longer-term exhaustion are things a writer has to manage to write their best, especially a web serial author.

However, Ill write a chapter for Tuesdaythen I might have to take 1 update off because Im getting my vaccine in the middle of that chapter and it might wipe me out.

I will let you know. However, I hope you like this more-scattered, less-prepared chapter. Ill take a bit to recombobulate after so much effort with the Horns.

But as you can seeyou wont wait long. Ohand Ill try to get that Patreon poll up on the 4th so you can vote if I take that chapter off to vaccine-restwhich isnt rest. So much to do! Im going to rest and eat, but hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.

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