Book 8: Chapter 25: KH

Book 8: Chapter 25: KH

She was so used to moving, fighting, to the bloody now and the next battle that it was only when she stopped that Teresa Atwood realized how much shed changed.

The young woman from London had always thought she could live rough, that she had some kind of innate toughness from experiences in her life. Having to half-raise herself and Trey at times. Dealing with some dicey situations and surviving instances like when the power had been cut for nearly two weeks, one time theyd nearly been mugged, and so on.

That all seemed silly now. She had become used to sleeping in the saddle, cleaning her gear and sword even when she was about to fall over.

Killing people. She had become a [Soldier], or at least, a [Warrior]. It made Teresa bit glad Trey wasnt here. The King of Destruction had taught her too well.

He made excellent warriors. In the short time since he had reawoken, he had taken old veterans, poor, impoverished civilians, and the small band of true warriors and created multiple armies, each one as battle-seasoned as any nation in Chandrar could field. They were spread out around Reims new territory, half a dozen armies that had seen more combat than many nations [Soldiers] would ever see in peace.

That was what hed done, the King of Destruction. Not to say that hed left Reim to rot; Teres did see the cities growing, farmlands revitalized with water and more hands. However, it was a product of the war.

Gold from ransoming prisoners or selling them, treasure from other nations, and the need for food, supplies, not to mention the captured territories, were making Reim bloom. It was as the King of Destruction said. He was a [King] who specialized in war, not peace.

War unending, though. War with everyone.

Ever since Nerrhavia Fallen and all the other nations had declared war, Teresa had followed Flos south, to defend Reims capital and push back Nerrhavias Hordes, as they were known. In the north, Orthenon and Mars took on Medain, the Claiven Earth, and spread out to the east too, to block other armies coming in. Reims rapid annexation of nations had stoppedby sheer weight of the other armies.

In fact, it might be that at last Flos Reimarch had met his match. The Minotaurs had shown the world you could beat him with the right strategy, by threatening his army and inflicting more casualties than he was willing to take.

Nerrhavia was putting on a similar showalbeit less impressive. If you could field four armies for every one of Flos, and replace them if he routed each one, the King of Destruction would be worn down, unable to attack and merely go from battle to battle.

That was how Teres saw it. Wherever Flos went, he won. With Venith and Maresar Crusland, his strongest lieutenants in the south, he had the ability to crush the enemy. Not least because Takhatres would also swoop in with his tribe to pincer an enemy between them. The Lord of the Skies, the fastest Garuda on Chandrar and his tribe were an army without match.

However, Nerrhavia would just rout, ransom its prisoners, and regroup. And while they were busy smashing one group to pieces, another snuck into Hellios and raised hell. It forced Reim to stay on the defensive, running from spot to spot.

Only Takhatres stopped Nerrhavia from sending thousands of raiding parties in and torching everything they could see; his Garuda were everywhere and they would drop out of the sky and shred smaller forces.

That was Teres life for the last month or more. Shed lost count. Fight, level, sleepand fight again. The toll on her was largely invisible; she had become a [Soldier] so it was justliving. The King of Destruction, Flos himself, seemed to also bear the strain of sustained conflict well.

Perhaps even he had a breaking point though, because today was different.

-

Halt the army! Were done for today.

Flos Reimarch held up his hand and his [Soldiers] slowed. They had marched through the night towards the army threatening the capital, less than a day away. It was another night-battle, one that actually favored Reim; Nerrhavias army and its chariots often hit their own side if they couldnt see.

Your Majesty?

Venith Crusland, the [Lord] and one of the best [Warriors] and [Commanders] in the army, raised his eyebrows. He had taken over for Death-Commander Ytol, who was in the north. He looked at the [King], but his wife, Maresar, just nodded. She raised a dark-skinned hand and the [Riders] around her halted. The former [Bandit Lord]for all she was a womanturned and began calling orders.

Were not going to fight? But theyre just ahead of us. Four more miles! We can do it in an hour, beat them in two, and sleep at least three more before dawn.

Teresa Atwood protested. It wasnt hyperbole either; she just wanted to sleep. Theyd done this before, but Flos Reimarch just shook his head.

The King of Destruction, gold and red in his hair, had halted suddenly. His warhorse, barded in armor, and his enchanted armor and sword were themselves as disheveled as he was.

Not dirty, but just not pristine. Coated with a bit of dust, grime, or the remnants of blood. He had been fighting in the vanguard of his army for nearly a month, and while his appetite for battle never seemed to wane, the pointless clashes with Nerrhavia had left him simply focused, not beaming or laughing as he had after his first clashes with Jecrass and Raelt.

Teresa had never seen Flos just stop before, though. The King of Destruction was staring up at the clear, starry sky, always beautiful in Chandrar, where clouds were rare.

Venith, Teres. Im sure we could wipe out whichever army this is. Howevernot today.

Venith and Teres exchanged glances. She wasnt as friendly with him as Trey was, but Trey made lots of friends. Teres knew Venith mostly in fighting, as the solid leader who made sure Flos didnt charge in unsupported and issued commands. He lookeduneasy, now. Teres could almost read his thoughts.

Your Majesty? Are you well?

Was he tired of battle? Was this the moment the King of Destruction gave up once more and went into his slumber?

Teres felt a flutter of uncertainty again. No, surely not. But why would Flos abandon a battle?

For answer, the King of Destruction merely reached for his belt pouch. He fumbled with it, pulled out a dried piece of jerky, stared at it, and stuck it in his mouth and chewed.

That wasnt what he was looking for. Flos frowned.

Not here. Here? No. Venith, do you have aa

He pulled out blade oil, a healing potion, a Scroll of Messages, and grunted as he began to grow annoyed. Venith waited and then cleared his throat.

Your Majesty, a what?

Acalendar. Do you know what day it is today?

Veniths eyes sharpened. He felt for his own bag of holding and then smiled.

I believe it is the day youre thinking of, your Majesty. Shall I have one of our officers check?

Yes. Do that. And have Grand Magus Esiela tell Takhatres to meet me here. He neednt move his tribe if theyre placed somewhere important. Seconda [Message] to Queen Yisame.

Teresa looked up as Venith paused, with his own Scroll of Messages drawn. Esiela would have to contact Takhatres separately; Flos didnt trust to [Messages] with actual orders, as they could be intercepted or faked.

What will the contents be?

Ask her for a ceasefire for today. Im sure shell agree.

Of course.

Venith began writing, delicately dipping the quill into an inkpot he held in his free hand. Teres looked from Flos to Venith.

What? Whats today?

The King of Destruction grunted as he took off his helmet. He shook out his head, sighing in the cool night air as, behind him, his tired [Soldiers] made quick camp and slept, realizing they werent fighting and passing out then and there.

A holiday. Good timing too. I could use a day off. Get some sleep, Teres.

-

She slept so fast she woke up in her bedroll with the sun in her eyes, not even remembering anything after Flos words. Teres still got up with the morning, as a [Soldier] did. She stumbled to a latrine, washed her hands with sand and the powder the [Alchemists] made to save on water, and found Flos Reimarch doing the same.

He had a tent of course, and some amenities she didnt, but the baggage train didnt contain many servants. Or much of a train; bags of holding let his army move fast.

Ah, Teres. You could have slept in longer! Although if youre about, I wouldnt mind the company.

The King of Destruction grinned at Teres. She just blinked at him. The [Bladeswoman] and the [King] both looked better for some sleep and Teres realized how tired shed been. Able to fightbut exhausted.

Its a holiday today?

She repeated stupidly. Flos stroked his beard.

I need to shave. Teres, do you have an unenchanted belt knife? Nothing I carry isnt magicked, and Id be the greatest fool in Chandrar if I cut my head off while trimming my beard.

Teres fumbled for her side and offered a dagger. Flos sighed in gratitude and, with a small inactive scrying mirror, began to trim his beard. Teres looked around as she tapped her foot, waiting for his reply. He sometimes did thatbounced to another idea and you had to wait for him to return to your question.

The entire camp was acting like Flos. Doing menial things you just put off if you were busy with impending life-or-death scenarios. Teresa saw Maresar sitting around a camp fire, pointedly right next to a harried [Warcamp Cook] who was making her breakfast. She was reading a book, legs crossed, hair unbraided.

Whats the holiday? What are we celebrating, the death of Dragons? Something you made up? The rain?

Teres pressed again. Flos blinked.

Ohnone of those things. Nerrhavia wouldnt deign to acknowledge one of my holidays, anyways. Did I ever declare a holiday?

You did once. Skipping Stones week. We spent an entire week with the kingdom on holiday so you could try to beat Gazi in skipping stones by the coast.

Venith approached with a pained look on his face at the memory. Flos smiled.

I did do that, didnt I? I never beat her. Gazi and her insane forty-eight skips

He grumbled into his beard as flecks fell away. Teres sighed.

Venith, whats the holiday?

He replied instantly, which showed that Teres should have asked him anyways.

Cinaelu. Its the greatest holiday for String Folk.

Thank you. Dead gods, does everyone forget Im not native here?

I was getting to it!

Flos looked hurt. He turned as Maresar approached. She had a type of bratwurst and some big eggs made into omelettes; good camp food, and clearly from one of the poultry farms theyd passed by if that was breakfast for the entire army.

Maresar, that breakfast smells delightful!

Its quite good, your Majesty.

Flos reached for the plate. Maresar stepped back, put her fork in the sausage, and took a huge bite.

Venith looked scandalized. Flos just gave Maresar a long look. The [Bandit Lord] ignored the muffled indignation from the [Camp Cook] behind her; hed clearly thought the plate was meant for the King of Destruction.

Teres just grinned. Maresar served herself, as befitted a former criminal. Flos sighed.

[Bandits]. I will have what shes eating!

Then he tried to snatch one of the sausages, but Maresar was too quick and jerked the plate away. Venith went to get Flos food, giving his wife a what are you doing? look. She calmly looked at him and Teres didnt get her reply, but she saw Venith sigh and shake his head.

Cinaelu indeed. I nearly forgot it was upon us. If wed attacked, I doubt wed be able to visit the other army. Or that Yisame would agree to a truce.

Teres had just accepted her plate of food, but she began to choke on her first bite.

What? Visit the other army?

Just the [General] and officers. Its polite.

Arent we going to kill them the next day?

Flos gave Teres a blank look.

Maybe. But so what? That would be tomorrow and this is today.

Chandrarian traditions. Teres shook her head and Maresar did the same. Venith seemed to think it was completely normal.

They dont honor holidays or particular events on Earth, Lady Teres?

He glanced at her. Teres bit her lip. Trey knew more, but she answered after a second.

I heard that armies took a break during the Great War during Christmas, but I dont think we do it anymore. And that wasnt all sides; it only happened that one time, I think.

Ah, I wish Trey could confirm that. The Great Warso thats nearly a century from your modern time, is that right?

Teres nodded; Flos had been taking lessons on Earth. He snapped his fingers.

How disappointing. Well, I fully intend to honor the day by not killing anyone. Of course, we might be attacked, but I truly doubt it. Obviously well take precautionsand there he is. Takhatres!

He waved, and Teresa reflexively looked upthen remembered the Lord of the Skies couldnt actually fly.

He could still jump pretty high, though. Half the sentries raised bows and someone nearly called an alarm as the Garuda leapt over a dune. He must have reached at least two hundred feet in the air; Teres gaped as Takhatres dropped towards them. Behind him came nearly two hundred flying shapes of every color, but mainly his bright blue and green feather coloration.

Garuda. One of the Kings Seven landed in front of Flos, kneeling, then rose in the same instant. Takhatres reached out and he clasped Flos shoulder as the king did the same.

Flos. Were taking a break?

Takhatres was as informal in his way as Maresar; of all the Kings Seven that Teres had met, he used Flos name most informally, and stood on little ceremony. He was also direct.

Thats right. Thank you for joining me. How is your tribe?

Nesting. Well take the day to rearm and relax. Venith. Maresar. Teres.

Takhatres gaze flicked from person to person. Serious, quick as lightning when he wanted to be, and slightly scary. Hed left to fight the Empire of Sands for most of the time Teres had been in this world, but since his return shed talked with him.

About fifty eight words total. Takhatres glanced at her, but aside from listening to information about Earth, he hadnt approached her like Mars or Orthenon. Flos just beamed, happy to see one of his Seven.

Dont be so impatient, Takhatres. For once we can relax and stretch our legs out! Claws, wings, whatever. Sit with Teres. Youve barely talked to her since returning.

Takhatres gave Teres another look and she gulped. He walked over, sat down, and stared at her.

Erhello, Takhatres. Want some breakfast?

She would have risen to get him a plate, but the Garuda leapt up. He strode towards the cooking campfire like a blur.

Not even Couriers could match his speed. Garuda flying couldnt go as fast as Takhatres, and even walking he blurred along with multiple movement Skills.

He came back just as fast, sans plate. Takhatres stared accusingly at Flos as the King of Destruction looked up.

What?

Are you eating eggs for breakfast?

Flos checked his plate.

Yes? Oh, come now. Dont make that face!

The Garuda folded his wing-arms and glowered.

You knew I was coming. Youre really eating eggs? My entire tribe is here!

Come now, Takhatres, theyre chicken eggs! I didnt think to tell the [Cooks] and we have a surplus that we dont want to go to waste.

Youre still running poultry farms? Gah. Ill have them make their own food. This is why

Takhatres sped off and came back, finishing his sentence.

thoughtless. We fought for five months against the Empire of Sands and you try to feed me eggs on a holiday.

I apologize. Theyre not Garuda eggs!

Flos rolled his eyes. Takhatres looked at him.

Do you eat unborn Humanwhatever they are? Or humanoids? Why dont I host you at my camp and feed you half-Elf? Or monkeys?

Fetuses.

Teres interjected helpfully. Takhatres nodded at her. Flos rubbed at his face.

Do I need to have a second breakfast prepared so we all spare your sensibilities?

That would be a good start.

Not Mars, Orthenon, or Gazi would have taken that tone with Flos. Teres saw the King of Destruction look up, a bite of omelette on one fork. He and Takhatres locked gazes. Flos exhaled, lowered his fork, and then took his plate, snatched the sausage off, and flipped the rest of it over his head.

Fine!

-

It turned out that Takhatres and Flos were always like this.

The Lord of the Skies will argue with his Majesty more than the other Sevenwell, those living. Drevish used to do the same, and Amerys would often dispute certain issues. Queravia as well.

Venith confided in Teres as a second breakfast of porridge was assembled. Unfortunately, it was travel-rations, so no honey and only a few dried dates. Takhatres ate with every sign of satisfactionalthough that might be because hed added Garuda rations to his; dried cicada. He offered it to Flos, but was clearly happy to eat the blander food since it was spiced with the King of Destructions glare.

Do they ever really argue? I mean, really fight? Ive never known Flos to uh, take being contradicted well.

The [Lord] glanced at Teres, clearly reminded that she was one of the few people who used Flos name informally. She ducked her head, but Venith sighed.

You, Takhatres, and few others would be those his Majesty suffers toirk himfrom time to time. The Lord of the Skies is a subordinate, but a proud one. He offered to join the King of Destruction; he never surrendered, even when he was beaten in those battles. Thus, there are times when he and his Majesty come to a head and neither one will relent.

And?

Teres looked at Venith. It was Maresar who grinned and whispered.

It becomes anything from a year-long grudge to a fight. The last time it happened was when they joined a banquet and Takhatres took the seat his Majesty had been offered because he got there two hours ahead. They nearly came to blowsuntil the King of Destruction demanded a second table be set up outside and the entire banquet moved around him. Takhatres refused to move, you see. He ended up eating alone in the banquet hall.

It was so petty that Teres laughed. She looked at Takhatres admiringly. The Lord of the Skies returned her glance.

So, are we going to greet the other army or are we sitting about?

He leapt to his feet, already done eating.

I will rise in my own time, Takhatres.

Flos ate deliberately slowly to spite the Garuda. By the time he rose for his horse, Takhatres had already checked on his people, summoned an escort, and paced around their campfire twice before stopping to ask about Trey.

No word. Not from him, Gazi or Calac. We must simply assume they are working hard.

Hm. They need to hurry up too. This stalemate is wasting time we need to be expanding in. But if the King of Slow Destruction doesnt think were having a problem

Gah! Im sorry about the eggs! Dead gods and sands of Chandrar, you dont but hold a grudge!

Flos exploded. He seized his bowl, and stomped towards his horse. Teres looked at Takhatres, mouth open. She could make Flos that angry, but Takhatres had beaten her record. To her amazement and delightshe saw him wink at her.

-

Flos calmed down by the time they were riding to parlay with the other army, and Takhatres had relented enough for the two to be gossiping.

Yes, it was all Trey. He somehow set in motion FetohepId wager a Grand Elephants worth of gold on it.

Not the Arbiter Queen? I need to speak with him again.

Flos waved a hand in largesse, acknowledging her contribution. The holiday had clearly raised his spirits, and Teres felt it herself. A break was just what they needed.

Ill grant you Queen Jecaina might have been part of it. However, what drew Fetohep out of his shell was the power of selfies.

Of what? Are you making up words again?

Not at all! Its the device Teres and Trey got working. You left before they figured it outTeres, show Takhatres your iPhone! Take a picture; in fact, take one of his tribe! Takhatres, theyre memories. Mage-photos, as many as you want!

Flos turned, beaming. Then a cunning look appeared in his eyes.

Yes. Show him all your apps. Like theFlappy Bird one.

Venith, Maresar, and Teres all looked apprehensive. The memory of the last time Flos had played a game on her iPhone was fresh in Teres mind, but Takhatres was interested.

Please be careful. Its not meant for claws

Teres hesitated before handing it over. Takhatres inspected the iPhone from every angle, blinking.

Little dots make up a picture? Its not magical. Andoh!

He blinked and flipped out of the saddle of his horse. Teres jaw dropped. She looked at her iPhone. Hed actually dodged the flash! She had a image of two blurry talons; his feet.

What was that?

Takhatres zoomed over to her, angry. Flos laughed so hard he nearly fell out of the saddle. Teres raised the iPhone.

A picture! Im sorry! Look, its just taking an image of you.

Does it steal your soul? Why the light?

Takhatres was clearly suspicious, but he let her photograph him; it was still blurry because he kept fidgeting. He stared at the photo.

Clean. Detailed. I can take as many as I want?

Yes. I could lend it to you.

Id like to take pictures of the nestlings. We wouldnt be able to pay for mage-photos and illustrations are a waste

Takhatres looked wistful. Teres blinked, them beamed.

Oh, thats a splendid idea. Theyre quite cute! Are there many in your tribe right now?

A group just hatched. From eggs.

Flos scowled, but Takhatres was deeply impressed by the iPhone. He listened to her abbreviated spiel about how it worked. Teres had told all of Flos trusted people.

It was always interesting hearing what they took away from it. Teres laid out all the iPhones functions, but each one of his vassals had latched onto a different function.

For instance, Mars had made Teres take a number of videos and pictures of her best looks, and that was multiple illusionsand anglesTeres had felt like a modeling photographer by the end of it and covertly deleted most of it. Especially when Trey had asked for copies. Thenover two dozen other [Soldiers] in Reim. The worst part was that Mars had offered to pose without clothing. Teres had dark suspicions on whether Trey had ever taken her up on the offer.

Anyways, that was Mars. Orthenon and Maresar had been most fascinated by the option the iPhone didnt have working; communication.

A free [Communication] spell, even visuals would be great if I had a dozen of them and was still raiding.

Maresar sighed longingly. Venith gave her a disapproving lookhed actually really liked the calculator. The fact that it could do logarithmic math was not lost on the [Lord] and hed tried to get Teres to reverse-engineer the mathematical formulaswhich she couldnt do.

Takhatres liked the camera. He just breezed past the phone functionality.

There arent as many communication problems with my tribe. We can fly fast enough. But whats thisFlappy Bird? Is this another one of his pranks?

Its a game. You see

Teres had a terrible feeling about what was going to happen. She remembered Gazi effortlessly beating the gameand Flos failing and raging. She expected Takhatres to win the entire thing, actually, given his insane hand-speed.

HoweverFlos Reimarch just smirked as Takhatres tapped, awkwardly pressing his claws together since the iPhones touchscreen didnt like his claws. Takhatres tapped, watched the little bird flyand die.

What? This screen isnt meant for me. This game iswait. Let me try again. This isthis is ridiculous!

He died eight times within seconds. Teres stared at him and realized the bird kept jumping at the wrong time. Takhatres made it jump at the last second, and grew increasingly frustrated.

This thing doesnt move at all! Its as slow as an albatross!

My record is eighty three. But I suppose we cannot all do well at all games.

Flos remarked innocently. Takhatres head slowly rose. Teres tried to snatch the iPhone back, but it was too late.

-

The problem wasnt Takhatres dexterity or his eyes, but his speed. It was that he was too fast. He had to adjust to the game which was, frankly, calibrated to Human reflexes. Interestingly, even when he adjusted, he was only Flos-level. The Garuda got impatient playing the repetitive game, and Teres suspected having to perfectly time his presses meant he was juststaring at the slow-moving screen for way too long.

This is a stupid device!

After his twenty sixth death and failing to reach even a score of thirty, Takhatres snapped. Flos was laughing his butt off, but the Garuda raised the iPhone and threw it as far as he could.

No! My phone!

Teres cried out. However, Takhatres just leapt out his saddle, sprinted after it, and caught it before it hit the ground. Teres stared at him, open-mouthed.

You had your fun. Its a fascinating device. If we end the war, Id like to relax for at least a week.

The Garuda glowered at Flos as he handed the iPhone back. Flos sobered, nodding.

If Amerys returns to us, you, Orthenon, Mars, and I might storm Nerrhavia alone. Just like the old days. We could reach the capital with your movement Skills, burst through, kidnap YisameIm working on the plan.

What about Gazi and Amerys in that scenario?

Teres asked. Flos shrugged.

Theyll guard the capital. Gazi wouldnt let me have any fun if we broke into Yisames palacecome to that, well leave Orthenon behind. Maresar, would you be interested?

Hmm. If I can loot their treasury.

Maresar grinned. Teres looked at Takhatres, who was smiling and Venith, who looked concerned.

Wait. Is that an actual plan?

We did do it a number of times. It works, depending on if theyre expecting us. Narrow hallways, no armies? Gazi, Mars and Orthenon could hold off tens of thousands if they didnt have magic. They did that one time.

Because someone had to reveal themselves when they heard they were being badmouthed.

Takhatres grumbled. Flos hummed innocently.

Stories of old. Every time they talked, Teres was reminded that this was Flos return. All their history? It was the stuff of stories. They were so casual about it here that she forgot.

-

She saw more of the King of Destructions legend in the wary eyes of the Stitchfolk [General]. It was a she this time, and she bowed. Her clothing, like her skin, was silk, perhaps armored silk, or just decoration given the truce.

Nevertheless, both sides had taken only a small retinue eachfrankly, even though they were in bowshot of the enemy camp, it was Nerrhavia who was in danger if Flos broke the truce; Takhatres, Flos, Venith, and Maresar were all probably higher-level than the [General] herself.

King of Destruction. I greet you on this day of Cinaelu. Will you drink with us?

Of course, General.

The King of Destruction smiled, and that was how Teres found herself sitting on a carpet under a canopy spread over the sand, sipping a slightly tart wine, talking awkwardly with some of the String Folk, who were clearly aware of this temporary truce.

However, it was also clear that this was the holiday of holidays for String Folk. The [Soldiers] were exchanging small gifts, all of string, Teres realized, and relaxing. Staring at the King of Destruction too.

It was going to make the next battle harder. However, Flos Reimarch just smiled as he spoke to the [General].

My companion, General Freivisha, is not of Chandrar.

Ah. Then she is new to this day?

Exceedingly. Hm. Here you are.

Flos made to hand it over, but a servant hurriedly bowed, took the small slate, and then transferred it to General Freivisha. The servant, Teres noted, was Cotton. The [General] and all those relaxing were Silk.

Castes and hierarchies. For all that, Teres was tickled pink by the interaction. The [General] blushed slightly as her smooth silk skin turned even darker. She tucked the slate with the King of Destructions signature into her bag of holding.

It would not be seemly to ask otherwise, but on this day of daysI thank you, Lord of the Skies.

Perhaps you should consider retreating before nightfall. I dont believe his Majesty or I would enjoy battling you tomorrow. Nor after exchanging pleasantries.

Takhatres handed over his autograph as well. Flos nodded. Somehow, autographs had become a common idea in this worldbut Teres had no idea who had started it! Maybe that Joseph guy.

I could never gainsay her Majestys orders.

The [General] replied after a moments pause in which all her subordinates glanced slightly her way. Flos nodded, sighing.

Then let us simply enjoy Cinaelu! A toast!

Whats Cinaelu celebrating?

Teres asked Maresar as she raised her cup. The [Bandit Lord] whispered back.

The day when the String Folk of Chandrar won their freedom.

The [General] had overheard. She paused the toast to smile at Teres.

You see, Lady Atwood, the name comes from our great hero, the first liberator of our kind. This day we won our freedom, and it is named after her.

Cinaelu?

The other Stitch Folk laughed and the [General] shook her head.

An anagram. Apparently, the person it was based on objected to a day named after themso the legend goes that the people just rearranged her name. Thus, while we call it Cinaelu, we say

She turned and Flos lifted his small cup.

Elucinas weave be yours.

And yours, King of Destruction.

They drank. Teres did likewise, copying the words. The wine was tart, but good, and obviously not poisoned or Esiela would have pointed it out. The [Grand Mage] was still subdued, but she had joined Parasol Stroll; albeit as the only member present in the south.

Are there any more holidays Im not aware of?

Silly though it was, Teres had never given a thought to the fact that Christmas and so on were not here, and there were obviously different special days. Flos hadnt helped; hed happily instituted Christmas at once and dyed his beard white. Hed also smashed three chimneys before giving up on playing Santa.

Maresar and Venith exchanged glances. Venith counted them out on his fingers.

Derrs Me, the Solstices, Yellat Dayalthough that one is simply for fun. The Clear Skies Celebrationsnot many.

I know the Clear Skies Celebrationsthats the end of the Dragons on Chandrar, right? Derrs Me is the one with the parades across Chandrar? Whats Yellat Day?

The King of Destruction glanced at Takhatres, who glanced at the [General]. Everyone in the tent thoughtfully paused to try to explain. Flos eventually shrugged.

You eat a lot of Yellats.

Teres supposed she had that one coming. Flos held out his cup for another drink.

And occasionally you find one that gets up and walks around. Thats lucky.

The young woman began to choke on her wine.

-

Cinaelu was a holiday for String People. Such that while Octavia might have hung up a little decoration on her shop door and taken a day off to get together with some String Folk in Invrisil, and Revi likewise celebrated it, it went unnoticed the world over.

It was not news, much to the indignation of an entire species. Wistram News Network was, in that sense, ruder than the King of Destruction, who had put aside war for this day.

Although not everyone appreciated the gesture. More than one person did not see Flos Reimarchs gesture as at all hospitable. Why should a Human know peace on a day for us?

Ironically, his holiday was the tipping point; a bit of ire on already-bubbling cauldrons of vengeance directed towards him. The unforeseen consequences of that would soon appearbut there was one more interesting non-Stitchfolk person who celebrated the day. Albeit in her way.

-

They called herthe Gnoll of Stars. Captain of Stargazers Promise, the youngest Named Adventurer in living memory!

Lehra Ruinstrider scratched under one armpit. She was not exceptionally heroic at this particular point in time, but hero-ing was a hard job. The Meeting of Tribes was a break for her team, especially since Lord Dragial was still chasing them over the continent.

Actually, shed been hoping to find someone who could help her here, but none of the [Shamans] shed talked to knew anything about the artifact on her wrist. The vambrace of beautiful metal, an alloy no one had ever identified, with the huge jewel set in it, that could turn into a weapon, a shield

The Blade of Mershi. A relic-class artifact, and the last-known treasure of the fabled Walled City of Stars.

Before the Meeting of Tribes ended, Lehra wanted to talk to all the old [Shamans] and see if something could help her. Dragial could not get his claws on the Blade of Mershi or hed use it against the Tribes to further his ends by finding the lost City of Stars and its treasury of artifacts. To make Fissival the most powerful Walled City. Maybe even to conquer all of Izril. Thusshe had to find it. The Ruinstrider Tribe would benefit. All Gnolls would.

That was Lehras great quest. She yawned, and picked at her teeth. Again, heroism took a backseat sometimes.

The thing wasshe hadnt told anyone but her team, but the thing was, the Blade of Mershi was more than just a powerful artifact that could transform, and gave her snazzy Drake-armor when she activated it. It had a secret only Dragial knew about; one of the reasons he was so obsessed. The artifact had chosen her.

It spoke to her. When Lehra Ruinstrider had first picked it up, after Dragial had betrayed her scavenging team who wanted a fair price for itmaybe even to auction itit had activated. Choosing her over the Wall Lord because she was worthy.

Lehra didnt know why. Nor could she always talk to the Blade of Mershi, but it was a huge secret. Her quest to evade Dragial and find the lost city, her friends shed made across Izril and her team

Its so magic-girl. Im telling you. Look at her!

Inkar stared dubiously at Lehra. The Gnoll burped and glanced around to see if anyone was watching. She didnt notice Rose and Inkar, which was sort of amazing on its own because Rose was practically dancing with delight.

Shes a magical-girl! No, a [Magical Warrior]! She even has a transformation sequence? Thats sosocorny! Hilarous! Amazing!

Are yousure?

Inkar looked at Rose. Her delight over meeting another Human from Earth had not diminished since shed met Rose. However, she couldnt track the young Californian womans train of thought. They had clearly not watched the same shows growing up.

I am telling you, Inkar! Its all stories. Ryoka told me that one; Erin too! Sometimes theyre just stories played straight. Like, Im sure one of Ryokas friends is a Vwell, no one else noticed. I do. I love stories like this! Can you introduce me? Are you close? Have you seen her transform?

I slept with her.

What?

Inkar blushed. Rose gave her a quizzical look and decided shed misheard Inkar.

Rose just beamed. It was worth it. It was worth the entire trip here. Shed been feeling worried about Inkar, worried shed be like Imani and Rose wouldnt be able to help. Well, Rose had been feeling depressed ever since she realized what Turnscale meant and the culture of Drakes in Izrilmaybe people the world over.

She couldnt be like Galina or Leon and just run off, and she didnt have a place like Joseph, Imani or even Kevin yet. Rose ignored Troy in her envy of her fellow Earthers.

She couldnt run around like Ryoka and Erinwell. Roses only fantasy up till they heard of Inkar had been taking Fierre aside and asking the exact benefits and disadvantages of Vampirism. Rose liked sunlight, but if you were going to be stuck in a fantasy worldshe had still realized that crossbow bolts in the chest would probably kill her, Vampire or not.

This though, this was magic. A gentler story, at least in Roses mind. She beamed at Lehra. The Gnoll was just scratching her butt, having decided that some kind of bug was crawling around her fur when it happened.

Cinaelu.

Lehra sat up. Rose was following Inkar, trying to play it cool. Lehra looked around.

What? Cinaelu? Who said that?

Inkar and Rose stopped as she got to her feet. Inkar hesitated.

I didnt say that. Honored Lehra, this is my friend from Liscor. Rose

Its so nice to meet you, Honored

Rose didnt get a chance to practice her Gnoll-greetings. Lehra looked around.

Today is Cinaelu day.

The voice sounded like it was right in her ears. Lehra rubbed at one.

Cinaelu day? Heywhats Cinaelu day?

She looked at Rose and Inkar. The two didnt know, but Rose had made an O expression with her mouth and was gesturing to Lehra. Inkar backed up. If Rose hadnt explained that Lehra was probably wearing a magical artifact of destiny, shed have thought Lehra was just slightly insane.

Well, she still thought that. Lehra frowned.

Cinaelu. Isnt that what Emper is celebrating? Something about String Folk winning their freedom? Whos?

Then she realized it. She stared down at the Blade of Mershi. The gem was glowing slightly. Lehras eyes widened.

Its you.

The spirit within the Blade of Mershi whispered. Lehra couldnt make out a form, but she thought she had the first time. The last ownerLehra thought she felt the voice grow clearer as she mentioned the holiday.

Cinaelu. Its Cinaelu day. Its a holiday. Its a holiday. I should

Rose and Inkar gasped as Lehras eyes rolled up in her head. She jerked as the Blade of Mershi glowed. Thenthe Armor of Stars covered her body. Lehra lowered her head and looked around. Rose, Inkar, the Gnolls who stopped to turn saw the Star Gnoll begin to walk away.

But something wasoff. Lehra was mumbling in a different voice, even walking different.

Cinaelu. Its Cinaelu day. I should

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celebrate.

The last connection with the spirit faded. Lehra felt the wistfulness, the recollection of better times, the innocent holiday, fade. For a second, she felt the other owners presence. Lehra tried to call out.

Who are you? Why did you choose me? Where is the City?

Then she opened her eyes and felt pain. Lehra groaned. She looked up.

It hurts! It hurts! What happened?

She was lying on her back. Her team was gathered around her. So were Inkar, that other Human, and a bunch of Gnolls. A lot of them looked aghast, or disgusted, oramused?

Suxhel, the Gazer [Wizard] bent over Lehra with a vexed look on her face. Her eyes focused on Lehra, all of them, and her pointed hat nearly fell off her head. She replied, somewhat annoyed.

What do you mean what happened? You walked into the festivities, and ate everything in three food stalls. I saw you stuff yourself at dinner too. What has gotten into you?

It was only then that Lehra realized she was lying under a small coating of half-eaten pastries, pie tins, and other delectables. She groanedthen her cheeks bulged. Rose knew what was coming and ran with Inkar.

Oh, gross!

The television always cut before they actually threw up. That was gross.

And awesome.

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So, let me understand this fully.

A little while later, Emper, the [Monk] Stitch-man, Suxhel the Gazer, and Elgrinna the Dwarf [Warrior] were processing what had happened. Elgrinna tossed more soap at Lehra, who was washing her fur.

You realized it was Cinaelu, a Stitchfolk holiday, and then you blacked out, decided to eat fourteen panini-things, three pies, and

Dont say it. Im going to throw up again!

Lehra covered her mouth. Her team backed up. Possibly only Lehras level and the possession had stopped her stomach from exploding, and it had still all come out. The Gnoll had already apologizedand paid for her carnage, but now they had a mystery on their hands.

Why would the spirit react to that?

The [Monk] was crossing his legs, thinking deeply.

Its reacted to some things before. Usually in Drake cities, remember? Thats why weve been touring. But a Stitchfolk holiday? Lehra, you are certain that the ghost is a Drake, arent you?

Lehra spat and tossed more water on herself. The little raincloud Suxhel was conjuring obligingly poured harder.

Almost certain! I dont get it.

Perhaps the association is the holiday. A Drake would celebrate String Folk holidays just as a time to eat and have fun.

Suxhel reasoned with impeccable logic. Emper nodded.

But Drakes do not normally celebrate other species holidays, do they? I think this is a bigger clue.

Whaddya mean, Emper?

Lehra turned, happy to ask the [Monk] whod taken up her cause after fate had thrown them together. Emper nodded to himself.

It must mean that whomever owned the Blade of Mershi before you, Lehra, knew many String Folk. Or at least, one. Perhaps that is what we should look into.

The rest of Stargazers Promise murmured. Lehras eyes lit up. A clue! She pumped her fistthen covered her mouth again.

I just wish the spirit didnt eat so much!

I imagine it was the only food she had in millennia. Lehra, maybe we should write to a Stitchfolk nation orLehra? Dont throw up again. Lehra

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And then theyll find Mershi! I just know it! At the end of the season, they find Mershi, only, Dragial gets there first and maybe he gets access to a second Blade of Mershi. No, wait. Thats season one, probably. Or is this season three? Look, after that, therell be a point where Dragial seems to be winning, or they unearth something terrible in Mershi, and thats when Lehra has to discover the true power of the artifact and connect with the spirit and

Krshia Silverfang stared at Rose, a bowl of Gnollish meatballs and dipping sauce forgotten in front of her. She had no idea what Rose was talking about.

Wait. Hrr. I do not understand. This isa story you know? But based on a childhood story you were told that isnt this one, but is alike in every way?

Chieftain Akrisa of the Silverfang Tribe was just as lost. So were all the Gnolls sitting in the tent. All those who knew the secret of Earth. They had expected much from Rosebut not this.

No, not exactly. Okay, let me explain. In my world, there are television shows. Like the ones herethe ones Wistram News Network is based off of, but they tell fictional stories, right? Well, a lot of those stories arereal life over here! Because you have actual Dragons and whatnot. Im not saying its one-for-one, but if Im right, I can predict what Lehras going to do

It was times like this that Krshia missed Erin. Everything had been simpler when Erin was just a strange Human from another world on her own. Now, Earthers were as common as copper, and they were all as insane as Erin was. They didnt look like it at first, but they all were.

Rose hadnt been a known quantity to Krshia. Shed beenone of the Earthers. The most responsible of them, perhaps, but that was all. Interested in plays?

Rose loved stories. This was a fairytale to her, the story she had wanted to find when she had first met Magnolia Reinhart. Her eyes were shining, but the Gnolls were confused.

All but one. Honored Deskie began to laugh and the other three Chieftains and [Shamans] turned to her. The [Magical Weaver] laughed and the old Gnoll took another bite of her snack. Reminded, Krshia did likewise.

Well, now. This is simple enough. Chieftain Eska, Akrisa, Orelighn. Let me make it simpler. This young woman says she knows the future! That this is a story like Gorah and the Ogre King. She says she can predict what Honored Lehra will go through because it is a story like that!

Oh.

The other Gnolls accepted the explanation at once. Rose nodded. But Honored Deskie fixed her with a kindly, if knowing eye.

So, Rose. If you know what Honored Lehra will do, and the shape of eventswhat can she do, now, to activate the Blade of Mershi?

Rose hesitated. Krshia chewed as the young woman thought.

Wellshe needs to find uh, the City of Stars ruinsor a sign of the wielders old life. Then shed activate powers and find out more

So search for clues. Which is what she is doing. Could you tell her anything specific?

Uhuhnot anything I can think of. But the story

Was a story. And there were a lot of ways you could tell it. Roses face fell, but Deskie just smiled.

Knowing the shape of the final product isnt knowing how it was woven. Your knowledge is powerful, Rose. If you can help Honored Lehra, the debt of a Named Adventurer and her team would not be small. But I think, we should not focus overly on that.

Shamefaced, Rose hung her head. Inkar came forwards then.

Is Lehra in danger if this Lord Dragial will win?

Itsmaybe not now. Hes the big villain. I dont know how youd stop that.

By killing him?

Akrisa frowned. Rose stared at her, and some of the excitement drained further away.

What? N-no. And if you did, it would probably be him being replaced by someone else. His best henchmen or a betrayal from a friend

Like our lives.

Krshia couldnt help but comment. Beilmark grinned ironically.

Cut off the head and one grows back. Like a gang.

Rose hung her head. Was it useless after all? Inkar patted her on the shoulder, and Krshia shook her head.

Roses knowledge is just one thing that we have to bring before Chieftains and Tribes like ours, yes? Let us consider telling Lehra and her tribealthough Lehra is not the most discreet. For now, I think it is time. The Raskghar are here.

The Gnolls sobered. The Raskghar were under heavy guard, but Pallass had escorted them here. Krshia sighed.

The first debates will begin to take place. We have to make more allies. Thus, we must risk taking more tribes into confidence, before the final reveal. It is time to buy and sell, and we risk much, but we have much to offer.

She nodded at Akrisa, hoping she wasnt overstepping, but this all made sense to her. She was a [Shopkeeper], and this was a bidding war. Akrisa nodded, and so did the other two Chieftains. It was Orelighn who spoke for all three, which made Krshia relieved that it wasnt Akrisa seeming to show favoritism.

Honored Krshia. You have brought so much of worth, and we agreetribes to force a resolution on Doombringers, to unite us with a goal for this other world that is for the bestwe need them. Allies. But the right ones, yes?

Krshia nodded. If they went to, say, Plains Eye, they might enter an alliance, but it would be the bigger tribe that did all the talking and deciding. And they had to be on Erins side. Ryokas side. They had to also agree on Mrsha. Sothenthey had to choose carefully.

There are a number of tribes we could court. Some will never work together. Steelfur and Woven Bladegrass. I have a list.

What shall we tempt them with, if not just knowledge of Earth, sharing of the spellbook? These thingsthese are our gifts.

Eska wanted to know. Krshia grinned.

Our tribes are not weak. To persuade others to follow us, we must make gifts, it is true. Rose and Inkar have knowledge! Liscor has bicycles, technology! And we have the materials of Earth. We still have an airplane.

Orelighn shifted, but nodded quickly. He coughed into one paw.

The only issue is, Honored Krshia, that the airplane is wrecked. Much of its true value is lost, if Honored Rose and Inkar are correct. What else have we besides knowledge, good as that is?

Fair point. Once the bicycles were copied, it was like Erins recipes. Value, soon lost if disseminated far. Krshia had been waiting for this. The [Royal Shopkeeper] had made the stakes clear. Now for the pitch. She smiled wide as could be.

There are some things, Chieftain Orelighn, that cannot be copied. And the value can beenhanced. Beyond what even other Earthers could offer. Like this.

Rose and Inkars heads snapped up. Krshia withdrew the object shed been working on, since the moment she had spied out Inkar, before Rose had even arrived.

The young women gasped. Inkars eyes went round and Rose looked at her.

Inkar. Is that?

Inkars smartphone lay on the cushion Krshia placed before the small circle of Gnolls. Repaired. The spell had worked with all the pieces pressed into place, and the cellphone was recharged, ready to go. Rose had one herself, an iPhone that shed used to connect to the others with.

However. Something was different. Rose squinted at Inkars iPhone, and then hers. She pulled hers out as the Gnolls glanced at it, then hers.

Wait a second. ThatsInkar, when did you say you got here? 2017?

It was when I left. Why? Honored Krshia. Did you do something to my phone?

Inkar looked worried. Krshia just smiled. She offered Rose the iPhone without a word as Rose approached. The young woman stared at it. Then turned it on. She investigated something, tapping, and then nearly dropped it.

Wait a second! Thats impossible! Thisthis is the newest model! Its not even out yet!

The Gnolls stirred, uncomprehendingly. Krshias smile only grew wider. Rose whirled.

The other three shook their heads.

Thats the real barbarity.

Oh, really?

Yvlon glowered. She was willing to debate the point, but she shifted one arm, and Rexel took a look at the shining metaland the drawing Yvlon had made out of solid stoneand shushed her companions.

-

Nevertheless, Yvlon Byres was stuck here. The Magistrate whod lied about her had covered his tracks well. Yvlon had lodged a complaint, but how long would it stay in the system? He had all the time in the world to make up cover stories, find actual dead people shed killed.

Worse, Desais, the [Chancellor], had done a quick check and no relic-class artifacts had been found in Magistrate Ducazs possession. Nor had Yvlon expected them to find anything; he had been holding onto two of her pieces of gear, but now all of it was confiscated, far from her.

She was stuck, in more ways than one. Yvlon thought in the privacy of her mind as they were herded into the latrines; she declined to use the stinking privies, except to pass water, out, and then to the gladiators life. If Magistrate Ducaz had been an honorable man and read the book on adventuringwell, some people thought they were the exception.

It would have made everything so much easier that way. Yvlon Byres was miserable on her first day in her new life. She was sunburnt from Nerrhavias sun on her fair skin, weak from her battling in the Village of the Dead, and

Distinctly unwell. Some of the other new [Gladiators] eyed her as she sat, fidgeting, awkwardly eating with her left hand since her right was gone. She was a Gold-rank adventurerbut shed been through hell and back and it showed.

So this is the beast who killed over a hundred [Guards]? Looks like someone poisoned her and took off an arm.

One of the [Gladiators] in the Arena of Rust grinned as some of the veterans eyed the newcomers. They got to eat private meals, alone or in groups; they had value. Some had even joined of their own volition. One of the others, mingling with the new prisoners, shrugged.

Apparently she chopped them all up one-armed. Gold-rank. Theres one to watch.

Any other newcomers?

The [Gladiators] were an interesting bunch. Mostly String Folk; other species did feature, but more rarely, they were in a decent arena. Far from the largest or most hotly-contended, but tens of thousands would watch a match.

And there was a match on any given day. Now, the [Prisoners] might have to fight giant crocodiles with spears, or fight unbalanced matches against each other, because that was sport.

[Gladiators], though, got more leeway. They might get to attack a group of weaker [Prisoners] in a blood match, or theyd fight each other in battles where you could lose a limb at worsebut it wasnt to the death and there was an unspoken rule not to do too much damage to each other.

Of course, if it was a blood match, all bets were off, and the presiding dignitary would decide life or death for the losersif the battle didnt finish them off. Otherwise, a [Gladiator] could yield. His opponents could refuse, of course, but in the better arenas, there were even [Lesser Teleport] scrolls that could be triggered so a [Gladiator] could fight another day.

Not so in the Arena of Rust. The arena got its name because blood was spilled every day, unlike some arenas where displays of pure skill were enough.

Nor was it entirely fair. The [Gladiators] watching the prisoners warily were mid-to-low rankers. More valuable than expendables, but not like the reigning championor the crowd-favorites. They had no Patrons or poor ones.

Even so, if they wanted, they could nudge the [Arena Master] or [Guards] into helping them out. Gold, favors, anything went. So a [Gladiator] might be paired against some Firebreathing Lions, but just maaaaybe they werent fed for a few days by accident. Orif they had to go up against a [Prisoner] they didnt like, maybe the prisoner didnt get a good weapon.

Or the reverse. Yvlon narrowed her eyes as Rexes delivered this all in a whisper. She had been alone at first, picking at her meal and not very hungry but knowing she had to eat, but then Leprel, the [Storm Bandit] whod first met her, had come over.

The [Gladiators] were eying her and Yvlon eyed them right back. She turned to face the two whod given her the low-down.

Why are you telling me all this? Arent you worried well be enemies?

Rexel licked her lips. It was Leprel who grinned lopsidedly.

Think on it, Silver-arm. If thats the score, all us prisoners are in trouble until we survive for a bit and stop being the fresh meat afore the hyenas. If she were here, wed all be behind Merr. But since she got taken to be a [Slave]if I get with you, you might watch my back in a fight. Not like therere better options, eh?

Silver-arm? Yvlons face was blank, but she bit into the yellat at last and swallowed some water grimly.

Maybe. No promises. Whats next?

Training.

Leprel laughed at Yvlons incredulous expression.

What, you thought theyd just toss us to death? Well get at least a day or two of lessons. They also see how good we are with the blade to make the most interesting matches.

Arent they worried well use the weapons on them? Even a practice sword can kill.

Yvlon looked at the casual guards, but Rexel reminded her by tapping the rune theyd drawn in magic on her neck.

No need. You kill one of them, your head blows off. Sojust keep calm, eh, Silver-killer?

The [Silversteel Armsmistress] glowered at her two companions.

What is with these nicknames?

The two, [Bandit] and [Thief], exchanged silent looks. Neither one said it, but Leprel quietly traded places with one of the other prisoners to the relief of Yvlons cellmate. It was a risk with a wild, raging monster like her, butshe had a sense about Yvlon.

If you wanted to be a legend in the Arena of Rust, you needed a nickname and the Skills to back it up. She and Rexel were putting their hopes on the beast from Izril, one-armed or not.

Yvlon Byres grumbled as she stomped off after breakfast, following the others to sword practice. She still felt unwell and occasionally felt at her stomach. But she was acclimating, understanding she might have to fight. She was just gladno one had noticed the most important things.

Two things. One, theyd tested everyone for magic when putting them in jail and noticed Yvlons arms obviously. They couldnt remove them, so all was well. Well, that was one thing.

The second was that they had no idea what her Skills could do. Yvlon hadnt used her new Skills yet since she was always with her cellmates, but even withoutshe glanced casually at the jagged metal on her right arm. She couldnt tell, but it looked

A bit longer. Was her arm growing back?

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He did not know where Yvlon was. Or Ceria. Or Pisces. Ksmvr did understand a few things, and compartmentalized the facts in his neat mind like a good Prognugator would. Or adventurer.

-He was in the Illivere Federation, a group of states all specializing in Golem-manufacture in the south of Chandrar.

-They had not arrived in Khelt and been separated mid-trip, possibly by magical disturbance or the haste of the spellcasting. Possibly Pisces had simply miscast the [Greater Teleport] spell.

-Whereabouts of all the other Horns were unknown, even to the Magus-Crafter of Illivere.

-Ksmvr was a pseudo-prisoner, exact status unconfirmed, but his murder of Domehead and Hammera and the other Golems had engendered Illiveres wrath.

-He was in the Magus-Crafters personal abode under watch, sharing the space with the Empress of Beasts, Nsiia of Tiqr, who had saved him for reasons unknown.

-All his items had been confiscated. That they knew about.

These were the facts. Ksmvr nodded to himself as he tried to figure out the best plan of action.

Of all the Horns of HammeradKsmvr had not read the book about adventuring by Krsysl Wordsmith. Ceria had kept insisting, but Ksmvr had been told by the Free Queen that that Drake [Writer] was a fool, and thus, questioned the validity of the writing. One of the few times he had ever actually disobeyed his Captain in any way.

Besides, he was no ordinary adventurer. For better or worse, and it seemed all worse as of this point, Ksmvr was Antinium, and his reputation on Chandrar and everywhere was being one of the bloodthirsty monsters of Rhir, herald of the swarm that would overrun all if given the chance.

Rather than lean out of that as theyd tried to do so many times in the north of Izril, defusing tense situations, Ksmvr leaned into it. The first time Femithain and Armsmaster Dellic and two bodyguard-Golemsand a few [Golem Artificers]all came to talk with the Antinium adventurer, they found Ksmvr standing at the enchanted window.

Adventurer Ksmvr of the Horns of Hammerad?

Femithain was still troubled by Domeheads loss. By the events that had occurredhe could see and even heard the angry shouting from outside. Days still and they wanted Nsiia punished. Wellthat was for later. He waited, but the Antinium did not turn around.

Ksmvr did speak.

I am Ksmvr. Of the Free Antinium. How may I help you, Magus-Crafter? Or should I say: is it war?

His head rotated slowly on his shoulders. The Humans flinched as the mandibles opened wide, and the two broken antennae stumps wiggled independent of one another.

Femithain halted, suppressing a moments unease at Ksmvrs foreign appearance. Of all the species in the worldthe insect-based Antinium were the most unnatural, even over Lizardfolk, or Drowned Folk.

I would hope not, Adventurer Ksmvr. Ihave come to you to express my deepest apologies for the events at the Testing Grounds.

Indeed. I regret slaying so many Golems. In self-defense, you understand. But then, I am a Prognugator. We are trained to defeat any foe. You do realize that keeping a Prognugator of the Antinium prisoner is an unacceptable act to the Hives?

The escort murmured and Armsmaster Dellics hand on his sword tightened. Femithain hesitated. Ksmvr met his gaze, not blinkingalthough he didnt blink.

He was bluffing with exactly zero cards in his hand. His Hive didnt care for him. Nor would anyone go to war for him. However, the other Humans looked worried.

Femithain thoughregarded Ksmvr and nodded slowly.

We are not keeping you prisoner, Adventurer Ksmvr.

Then, I am free to go? Please, stand aside. I will collect my belongings and depart Illivere at once, then. Perhaps with a single stop to the Mages Guild.

Ksmvr made as if to move and saw the man with the sword half-draw it. Femithain held a hand out.

Armsmaster Dellic, please step back. Your conduct is unbecoming towards a guest. I would ask Adventurer Ksmvr to stay as a guestgiven the circumstances. For a few days.

He met Ksmvrs gaze. The Antinium hesitated. Femithain wasnt impressed by the threats? Had dominance failed to assert itself?

Then again, he had already asserted it far too much in the Testing Grounds. Ksmvr nodded slowly.

Then I take it you do not wish me explicit harm? Why am I to be a prisoner, Magus-Crafter Femithain?

The man hesitated before replying.

Circumstances of national outrage, Adventurer Ksmvr. You did act in self-defense, but I cannot guarantee your safety given the death of Hammera and Domehead among other Golems. It is also imperative that Illivere does not seem to aid a communal enemy of Chandrar.

As in, the Antinium threat which I represent?

Correct. There are rumors you are but a harbinger of many. Groundless, I take it?

Of course.

The others heads swung back and forth between Femithain and Ksmvr. The two never looked away, and their replies only became quicker. Ksmvr barely paused before nodding.

I understand the circumstances. However, I must warn you that I am a Gold-rank adventure and my rights are guaranteed by the Adventurers Guild. Moreover, as a Free Antinium of Liscor

He reached down. Hed been saving one of the foodstuffs on his plate. Theyd given him all meat; perhaps thinking an insect as a carnivore from his mandibles.

A dried bone hovered in his hand and Ksmvr crunched it. The other Humans flinched. Femithain blinked as Ksmvr chewed it down, giving them all a good look at his incisors.

My patience is not unlimited. My Hives? Even less so. The Free Queen and her Revalantor, Klbkch the Slayer, can beunpredictable.

The Magus-Crafter nodded slowly.

Understood, Adventurer Ksmvr. For now, we simply ask that you stay in this suite. Golems will not allow you to escape, but any amenity will be provided. Have you need of anything?

Hm. Maps would be acceptable. And a [Message] scroll? I would like to communicate my wellbeing to the Adventurers Guild and my fellow adventurers. And perhaps locate my friends?

Femithain adjusted his glasses.

All these things are underway. I shall have maps prepared and a [Message] scroll sent directly.

I see. Thank you.

-

That was the first encounter. Ksmvr thought he hadnt established sufficient intimidation. Femithain had been helpfully precise, however.

To up the intimidation-factor, when the [Servant] came to deliver the scroll, they found Ksmvr, standing an inch in front of the door as it swung open.

They screamed. Ksmvr collected the scroll and maps after theyd run away shrieking. He spoke to himself as he unrolled them, corroborating his location with his internal knowledge and scribing a [Message] to Halrac, then Lyonette.

Hm. Intimidation. How would Comrade Pisces or Captain Ceria do it?

Pisces would no doubt cast a handy illusion, but lacking that, Ksmvr had to improvise. Maybe he should hit himself on the head until he bled green. Provoke suspicions of insanityor was that too much? He wanted Femithain to take him seriously, after all.

Ksmvr paced around the rooms. They were quite nice; a guest room for Femithains guests, not actually a cell. He had to convince the Magus-Crafter that keeping Ksmvr prisoneror attempting to punish or hold himwas deadly. He tried to come up with Ceria-isms, or Erin-isms. Erin had a way of getting what she wanted. What would either say?

Dont mess with me. Im crazy. Ive eaten more [Bandits] than peas on this plate. I could kill you all with a fork. You shouldnt have given it to me. Now Im armed. Ice magic. I eat bugs.

Ksmvr paused, staring at his lamentably-whole hand. Not the bone one Ceria scared kids with. She had demonstrated intimidation one time very well on children by concealing it. Perhaps his missing stump? Ksmvr waggled it and sighed.

He had no talent for this. What would Yvlon do? She was so sensible. If she had to intimidate someone, shed use her rank, in a very acceptably diplomatic way. And then if there were no recourse, grab them and put their head through a wall.

Hm. What if I ate this plate? Ordemonstrated the might of the Antinium by

Ksmvr was so busy thinking up ways to increase his dominance-factor that he didnt realize the room had been infiltrated until his assailant leapt on him. He whirled, fists raised. His new Skill was ready to pulverize

Meow.

Yinah the half-Golem cat landed on Ksmvrs shoulder. She stared at him. He stared back.

You are the cat.

The cat licked her paw and stared at him curiously. Ksmvr remembered her! From the arena! Then shed been on his chest

The [Skirmisher] hesitated. Then he glanced around. No one was bothering him, so Ksmvr lifted Yinah up.

Are you a prisoner of the Magus-Crafter too? Wait, that would make you a pet. You are half-Golem. I commend your upgrade.

Yinah gave him a narrow-eyed look. But then Ksmvr began to pat her on the head.

Pat, pat. You are a cat. Also known as a kitty, or kitten, or feline. I am Ksmvr. Pat, pat.

All three hands came down and patted Yinah very gently. Ksmvr wasnt sure if he was doing it right, but he had once been told animals liked such things. She was softer than the horses he had ridden, but she seemed to enjoy the patting just as much.

Travails forgotten, Ksmvr began to pat the cat. He was still a prisoner, even if not a dire one, and his team was lost. But here was a cat.

He liked cats, and didnt realize he liked them until now. They made a strange, purring sound.

Pat, pat.

-

Femithains problem was that Ksmvr was Antiniumthe issue with the public demanding he be damaged in kind for the Testing was not the issue.

The issue was Antinium in Chandrar, a fact that had caused no less than Yisame to write to him expressing concern. Femithain didntknow what to say.

He was still trying to fix Domehead, reprimand all those at the Testings, address Nsiia, and locate other Horns of Hammeradall while reassuring worried nations from the Shield Kingdoms to the largest nations that Antinium were not going to appear out of the sky.

Or from the ground. It was a ludicrous thought. Ksmvr was an adventurer, but panicthe Magus-Crafter sighed as he hurried back towards the guest suite.

Less than an hour since his first talk, and he had an idea. He held an affidavit for Ksmvr to sign, a magical seal confirmed by truth spell that Ksmvr was not part of an invasion force. Femithain had no idea how else to reassure the many concerned people; it was a ludicrous thing to need to prove, but maybe this would work.

Magus-Crafter, will this really work? And that you should deliver it?

It may at least reassure most. What is the issue with my presence?

Femithain turned to one of the [Golem Artificers]. The man was pale. He lowered his voice as Armsmaster Dellic warily eyed the door.

You saw thatthat thing. Magus-Crafter! Perhaps we should take more precautions! That thing

Adventurer Ksmvr.

it threatened war! Implicitly!

Mm. Yes. Although given what he has been through, that is an understandable precaution.

The other man spluttered, but the Magus-Crafter looked unnaturally calm. He glanced at Dellic.

Your impressions, Armsmaster?

Dellic licked his lips.

I dont know how youre so calm, Magus-Crafter. The Antinium didnt sound understandable to me. That trick with the boneit wants to fight.

Femithain tilted his head. he realized that everyone else was of the same mind. Curious, the Magus-Crafter tapped at his lips.

When he knocked, there was a muffled sound. Femithain frownedpushed open the door. He stopped with the others as Ksmvr stood in the room.

Ah, Magus-Crafter. I assumed this was your pet?

Yinah was held up in one of Ksmvrs arms, and his mandibles snapped below her. The Humans froze. Femithain just blinked.

Yinah?

A pet. Then I will not consume her. We Antinium eateverything.

Ksmvr met the Magus-Crafters gaze. Femithain blinked at him. His lips quirked. He chuckled as everyone else stared at him, horrified.

-

Dominance had failed once more! Ksmvr sat, horrified, after hed signed the affidavit guaranteeing a lack of an Antinium invasion to his knowledge. Hed threatened to eat the cute cat and the Magus-Crafter had laughed!

He was clearly deranged. Ksmvr was up against a madman, and he could not employ the same aggression-tactics. He sat on the ground.

Pat, pat. Little cat, you are not a good enough victim. Yinah? Can you look more scared? What is wrong?

The cat squirmed in his lap as he gently patted it. Ksmvr saw her meow, then struggle with her golem-legs, which were a bit slow to react, to escape his lap.

Are these pats not enough? I shall intensify. Pat, pat.

Ksmvr was perplexed. He could give 50% more pats than any other non-Antinium in the world, but somehow it wasnt enough! To his dismay, Yinah began to squirm out of his lap.

No, do not do that. Here. I shall offer youmulti-sided pats. Like so. Pat, pat

Ksmvr began to pat her from the left and right sides, kneeling on the floor, as Yinah flounced away, tail raised dismissively. He followed her, attempting to regain her affection until he realized something.

The door was slightly ajar. Ksmvr froze, looked upand saw Femithain, Armsmaster Dellic, the [Golem Artificers], and two incurious Golems all standing there. Peeking in on him.

The [Skirmisher] froze. Then slowly sat back.

It appears my attempt tolull the cat into a sense of security for more ease of edibility has failed.

That was the best he could do. But it was pointless. No amount of dominance would save him from the sight of him patting the cat. Armsmaster Dellic was staring, but the other Humans looked amused or even seemed to regard him asadorable.

Oh no.

Ksmvr met Femithains gaze. The Magus-Crafter just smiled and adjusted his glasses.

Adventurer Ksmvr, I am sure we all take your status with all seriousness. However, I would like to reiterate: Illivere has no designs on hostility with you, your team, or the Hives of the Antinium at all. This has all been an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Ksmvr regarded him. The Magus-Crafter was smiling as Yinah huffed between his legs, bored of Ksmvr. He wasa refreshingly logical and direct Human, Ksmvr had to give him that. Practically Antinium in his mode of communication. But it seemed Ksmvr had been defeated from the start.

You did not appear to take my intimidation seriously, Magus-Crafter. May I ask why?

The [Brave Skirmisher] got to his feet. Magus-Crafter Femithain blinked. Then chuckled and covered his mouth politely.

Ah, so that was the miscommunication Armsmaster Dellic and the others suffered. I regret to inform you, Adventurer Ksmvr, that I am a [Diplomat]. [Sense Intentions] is considered a basic Skill.

Ksmvrs mandibles opened and closed.

Howregrettable.

Fortunate, in this case. Otherwise, misunderstandings might arise. I find harmony to be more acceptable than acrimony. I apologize, but would you sign this addendum claiming no knowledge of other Antinium on or about Chandrar?

The Antinium gazed at the Magus-Crafter. He hesitated. Scribbled on the contract as the magic bound him, and looked at the Magus-Crafter. Quite impressed, Ksmvr nodded.

I tend to agree with your statements, Magus-Crafter. I merely wish you had been there at the Testing Grounds earlier.

Femithain nodded gravely.

As do I. I hope we will not keep you long.

The door closed. Ksmvr stared at it for a few minutes and then sat down. He thought about the Humans staring at him as his dominance-assertion failed. Slowly, without really understanding why, Ksmvr went over to the bed, sat on it, and then put a blanket over his head so as not to be observed by anyone else.

I am very much embarrassed.

-

Yvlon Byres flushed for three reasons. The first was she was distinctly not feeling well, despite food and comparative rest.

The second was how she was handling the weapon she was holding. Theyd given her a longsword when she asked for one; a practice weapon in the training the [Gladiators] were given.

It wasntbad. In fact, it was actually a cut above what a [Militia] or [Guardsman] might get. They had actual instructors who taught the new prisoners and gladiators how to fight. Showily, some of them, but most had simple advice they delivered in bored monotones.

Dont go for flashy kills unless youve won and no ones around. No big cuts. You want to make a name and get a style? Figure it out after your fourth match.

You dont have to win; just bleed and stay alive. Mind you, if you just run, the audiencell throw things or you get hunted down. So. Pick. Your. Fights.

They had the kind ofoff-handed care that Yvlon hated. Like veteran adventurers talking to newbies who might survive, so they were investing just enough effort for a favor later on.

They didnt beat the prisoners; nor were they gentle in sparring. Most of the non-combat classes like the [Gambler] got knocked about, but even after an hour, they probably knew enough to stab someone in a melee.

That was them. The [Storm Bandits] and Yvlon were a cut above the rest. The other gladiators training or observing could tell the new crop of gladiators had some actual fighters.

Yvlon thoughshe dodged sideways, swung her sword, and knocked Leprels blade down. She tried a riposte, but it was awkward.

Left hand. Yvlon hadnt realized how much she relied on her dominant arm. Shed trained enough to use her sword left-handed, but the difference in finesse was night and day.

Even so, Leprel swore and jumped back. Left-handed or not, Yvlon was stronger, faster, and more experienced.

Its like trying to parry an axe! Take it easy, Silver-Killer, please?

Stop calling me that!

Yvlon growled. She hated the easy friendship of Rexel and Leprel. How quickly everyone seemed willing to die for sport. She certainly resented the corruption of government that had landed her hereor the idle self-preservation of the other officials.

She was angry, blushingfor the third reason, which was that the armor theyd given her showed off more skin than regular clothing.

This isnt armor! This is metal underwear!

One of the prisoners complained. The [Guards] and veteran gladiators chortled.

You want armor? Win!

That was how it went. An uphill battle until you won. Yvlon glowered about. She saw the [Gladiators] grin at herthen someone detached themselves from the mob. The others drew back and she saw a huge, gleaming figure.

When the writers or ill-informed poets wrote about glistening muscle and paragonic bodies, they were generally exaggerating. Most people who glistened were sweaty, and some notions of the ideal physical form looked like exaggerated blocks of muscle to Yvlonwell, Grimalkin was an example of that.

Nevertheless, the champion of the Arena of Rust looked like that. His body was silkor some kind of equivalent. Tough and lustrous, such that he looked like a [Lady] who applied the finest tonics to her skin as well as a mini-Grimalkin.

So this is the One-Armed Slaughterer, the woman who went on a rampage in a city. Arms of silver! Eyes like a rabid Manticore! Fair of skin and beautiful enough for a Humanhah! I see its almost true, although the sunburn takes away from it all.

He boomed as the new prisoners and even the guards fell silent. Yvlon stared up at the champion, who was six and a half feet tall, a giant of a man.

Thats the Champion of Rust!

Rexel immediately hid behind Yvlon, squeaking. She stared up at the Stitch-Man in awe.

Hes won over two hundred bouts! Sixteen years in the arenas total! Five as champion here!

Whats your name? What do you want with me?

Yvlon lowered her practice blade, staring grimly up at the Stitch-man. He smiled, showing perfect teeth.

Merely to make the acquaintance of a promising [Gladiator]. You look like one who might last more than your first ten matchesI have an eye for such things. Come; you neednt practice with the fodder. Why dont we sit, talk? One can live well in the Arena of Rustif you have the right friends.

He held out a huge hand. Yvlon stared at him. She lowered her longswordand then stuck it in the ground and crossed her one arm over her chest. It didnt really work since you couldnt cross your arms if you only had one.

No thank you. Im not a [Gladiator]. Im an adventurer. Wrongfully imprisoned. I dont care to make a deal with bullies who prey on the weak.

A gasp ran around the arena. The Champion of Rusts eyes narrowed slightly.

Humans are as rude as any species Ive met. Come now, Silverarm. I came here in friendship. You would not like me as an enemy.

His smile was warning, now. Yvlon looked at him. Rexel, Leprel, were all trying to signal her to say yes! Dont be a fool!

Unfortunately, they didnt know Yvlon Byres. If her team was here, they might have calmed her down. Yvlon Byres right now?

She was alone, hot, half-nude, and ill. She stared at the Champion of Rust.

I have enemies Id rather not face. Youre not even on that list. I dont want to have to kill you allleave me alone or well see who ends up dead. That goes for all of you!

She looked around. The Champion of Rust sighed. He shook his head as he turned and walked away.

Foolish woman.

That was echoed by the others as Rexel, Leprel and a few prisoners dared to come over to the madwoman. Yvlon just picked up her longsword and kept practicing.

Youyou just made an enemy of the Champion of Rust! You could have worked with him, risen safely!

Leprel was pulling at her hair, although it occurred to her that if Yvlon had taken the Champions hand, she and Rexel would have been left behind. Yvlon Byres just snorted.

A man like that doesnt have equals. If he thought I was more than an asset, Id end up poisoned or dead. Im not stupid.

The [Bandit] bit her tongue on the obvious reply. Yvlon went on, glancing up. The Champion was jesting with some of the other veterans, who were wary, but still equals, even if he was first among them. After alla Champion could be defeated.

That Champion. Hesover Level 30, isnt he? Maybe Level 40?

Rexel looked at Yvlon. The [Armsmistress] was feeling at the stump of her other arm. The [Thief] nodded.

An Arena Champion is usually that good. Some have even been known to be over Level 50! Rarely, though; not in our lifetime. They say Mars the Illusionist won her freedom when she was only Level 40 or so at the time.

Huh.

Yvlon nodded to herself. The Champion of Rust glanced back and Yvlon Byres decided against making a rude gesture. She wasnt Ceria. Nor was she Pisces, who would probably be reclining and eating grapes right about now if he was in her place.

She knew her enemy, and Yvlon Byres liked facing them head on. She went back to practicing, grimly trying to adjust to the sword. The other [Gladiators] watched, now sure that the first match of Silverarm was going to be something indeed.

-

Ksmvr received a visitor shortly after he crawled out of bed. He still felt embarrassed, but then he heard a meow.

The cat again? He glanced up, and then heard merry laughter.

Yinah had come into the room where Ksmvr was a guest through some enchanted air vents, just large enough for a cat to crawl through. They provided cool air in Chandrars heat.

Ksmvr stared at the opening, but that wasnt where the sound was coming from. He glanced out and saw someone on the balcony.

Nsiia, the Empress of Beasts, had leapt from her balcony, off a wall, and landed on his like the very cat clinging to her shoulders. She grinned, crouching, as Yinah waved a tail at Ksmvr.

The [Skirmisher] stared, recalling Nsiia distinctly. Why was she here? She wavedpointed at the door.

Does it open?

Her voice was muffled. Ksmvr shook his head.

He was sealed in, and someone had enchanted the sliding door. Nsiia shrugged. She walked over and then appeared by a window.

Normally, you could latch and unlatch it, but Femithain had clearly sealed it shut with more magic. Nsiia tried it, grunted, and then punched the window.

The enchanted glass and frame popped out of the wall. The Empress of Beasts swung herself through the gap. Yinah landed on the bed, and Ksmvr stared at Nsiia.

I believe vandalism is frowned upon in every nation in the world. Am I being attacked?

The Empress of Beasts eyed Ksmvr, and then laughed. She straightened, hopped off the bed, and faced him.

Not by me! Greetings, Adventurer Ksmvr of the Free Antinium. I am Nsiia of Tiqr. Formerly the Empress of Beasts, now prisoner, like you. I greet you and offer you the bounty of the oasisor I would, if I had any left to me.

She made a curious gesture with one hand, two fingers and a thumb splayed out as she touched her shoulder and bowed slightly. Ksmvr hesitated, and copied the gesture.

I greet you, Empress of Beasts. I also possess no oasis, but I would offer you the bounty of my personal tree. If we were close to it. I also thank you for saving my life.

Nsiia eyed Ksmvr and then burst out laughing.

An Antinium owns a tree?

Two trees, in the lands of House Byres.

Ksmvr had been given them by Yvlon and it had been ratified by Lord Byres, after all. Nsiia threw her head back and laughed.

Such a strange thing! I never dreamed I might meet an Antinium save if the King of Destruction took his conquest to Izril once more! Or they invaded. Now I see: an Antinium owns trees, and pets cats quite cutely!

Ksmvr felt the same unfamiliar rush of embarrassment. He looked at Nsiia.

Ah. You observed me?

She smiled, eyes flashing with mischief.

Yinah, my friend here, is a companion. I can see through her eyes for a while. You like animals, Antinium? Stories would say your people eat everything they see, and slaughter all life like a man culling animals.

She stalked around the room, so much like an animal herself that Ksmvr was fascinated. Still, he was also thinking of why she was here; her illegal entry certainly indicated this was not with the Magus-Crafters approval.

Rumors about the Antinium have as much validity as other species. I have observed that Humans cannot spit blood unless stabbed in the mouth, Drakes are not always greedyalthough some can be, and so on. I would hope you would regard me as a Gold-rank adventurer first, Antinium second, Empress Nsiia of Tiqr.

The [Empress] stopped, smiling, and inclined her head. She gestured to some chairs.

Well spoken, adventurer. I apologize, then. But not all of Chandrar will see it the same way. In fact, that is why I am here. We have greeted each other; now, shall we sit and talk over food? This is the agreeable way to do such things.

That is acceptable.

So they ended up sitting and eating over some of the snacks Ksmvr had been given. He plucked little dates from a bowl as Yinah leapt into Nsiias lap. She refused to feed the cat the fruit, though Yinah was clearly curious; she found some meat and crumbled it up instead.

Do you know where you are, Ksmvr?

Illivere. I am in the Magus-Crafters residence, and you are the Empress of Beasts, deposed after the war in Tiqr. Currently, the King of Destruction rampages to the north, although he is under attack from multiple sides and Khelt has moved once again in the war between Jecrass and Medain.

Nsiia blinked.

You know more than I thought.

I must keep abreast of larger events. A good adventurer is aware of political currents.

Ksmvr didnt know more than that, but Nsiia nodded.

Then you understand my position. Do you recall the Testing Grounds?

The Golems. Yes. You saved me, for which you have my gratitude. Though it seems to have earned you the wrath of Illivere itself.

The open window let in outraged shouting, albeit from a great distance. Nsiia rolled her eyes, sighing.

Yes. I have outraged the puppet-lovers so. I take it as a worthy sacrifice; had you died, opportunity might have been lost. I witnessed your battle, Ksmvr. The Horns of Hammerad fought well.

Ksmvrs broken antennae waved for a second. He had forgotten that the Village of the Deads raid had been broadcast. Nsiia was regarding him intently, even familiarly. They had all seen them fight. Ksmvr feltproud of that. Then worried for his team.

Why have you come, Nsiia? I am honored to meet an [Empress], but I must soon leave to locate my friends. I regret the incident with the Golems; that was self-defense, albeit with a display of too much dominance. I owe you a debt, but my team comes first.

Nsiia nodded, smiling, but then shook her head. She sighed as Yinah purred in her lap. Ksmvr kept staring at that. Nsiia saw, and offered him the cat, wordlessly. Ksmvr began to gently pat Yinah in his lap.

I know you hunt for your team, Ksmvr. But you will not leave Illivere so easily. Femithain is an honorable, straightforward man. But he is a ruler. And you are Antinium. I come here because we may share the same fateand I would like to talk first. Before you do something rash. We could be allies.

Ksmvr thought about this. Unlike Yvlon, his first instinct was to nod, which he did. Mathematically, two people were better than one. Trust was an issue of course, but Nsiia had saved his life and she was an [Empress]. Her desires were predictable, meaning trust could be achieved based on shared needuntil needs collided.

Also, she had a cat. Yinah yawned, then tried to squirm out of Ksmvrs lap again. Distressed, he stared down at her.

I do not understand. Why does Yinah the cat not prefer me? Is it because she is speciesist? Racism in animals is a terrible thing.

Nsiia snorted as Yinah leapt into the womans lap. She shook her head, bending over Yinah.

Thats not it at all. Nor is it your skin; Yinah wouldnt mind either, would you?

The cat shook its head, amiably. Ksmvr hesitated.

What then? I am functionally able to pat fifty percent more than

He stopped. Nsiia scratched behind Yinahs ears, giving him an amused look. She offered Yinah back.

You pat Yinah, and she will enjoy that for a while. Butdo you not know to scratch behind her ears? Tickle her? Kisswell, I suppose not. Have you never held an animal?

I have patted horses. I would not wish to hurt an animal.

Ksmvr slowly accepted Yinah. Nsiia pointed, smiling.

You cannot hurt her so easily. Be gentle. She will tell you if you make a mistake. There.

Ksmvr scratched Yinah by the ears and felt her purr. The world changed. Ksmvr gently held Yinah and unlocked a new technique in the world of pattingno, cuddling animals. He looked at Nsiia, and decided this would be a relationship of mutual benefit already.

Not even Captain Ceria had a way with animals as much as Nsiia. Ksmvr had learned the art of beaver-speaking, and horse-speaking, and many other animals-speaking, which seemed to involve shouting at them, but Nsiia was the [Empress of Beasts]! He listened as she leaned forwards and told him what his future held.

-

Femithain had to break the news to Ksmvr, and he was apprehensive about the Antinums reaction. He did not beat around the bush, of course.

Illivere is searching for your team, Adventurer Ksmvr. They will be found if they are here at all. I am willing to expand the search, and you are a guest. Once again, I apologize for the incident at Elbe; punishment will be administered. However, yourstay may need to be extended.

I cannot leave?

Ksmvr stood in his room, the window secured again, the Empress gone, although Yinah was in his arms. The Magus-Crafter tried to explain.

The problem was that Ksmvr was Antinium. Nsiia had said it, and told Ksmvr exactly why the Magus-Crafter would keep him as a guest, even one with more liberty than she.

Even with the affidavit, the other nations of Chandrar had heard an Antinium was in their midst. An adventurer, true, one who had been on the news, sure.

However, one was here, for the first timeever. Memories of the Antinium of Rhir and the Antinium wars surfaced. Izril had been distant, and the threat of the Antinium, however grave, had been far off. Now? They were facing it anew and feeling uneasy.

Did they want to let Ksmvr walk off? Absolutely not! Izril was one thing, but let the only known agent of the Antinium wander about, scouting out their lands and forces and seeing who looked the most edible? No thank you! Why didnt they just cover themselves with gullible sauce while they were at it?

A number of [Sages] and other representatives of many local nations would like to speak with you, Ksmvr. As a representative of the Antinium. I would offer you the run of the city, albeit with escort at all times. Many would like to speak with you, but a number of individuals, from Roshal to one of the Shield Kingdoms, have put a bounty on your head.

Ksmvr had not believed Nsiia when she told him that would happen. He tilted his head.

Most rude. However, I would still take my chances to find my team, bounty or not. I cannot simply leave? If you return my gear, I will not make this your responsibility.

Femithain sighed.

Your gear will be returned, Adventurer Ksmvr. All of it, naturally. However, for the good of Illivere, I must ask you stay. You seethe Hives of the Antinium have contacted me. TheGrand Queen of the Antinium and Free Queen both sent me [Messages].

His skin chilled a bit. That alone had been astounding, and all six Walled Cities and a number of Drakes had contacted him at once, asking to see the contents of the [Messages], talk strategy. Femithain went on.

The contents of bothwarningswere simple. If you should perish, the Hives of the Antinium will turn their wrath on Illivere.

Ksmvr stared at Femithain, lost for words for once. The Magus-Crafter saw the Antinium [Skirmisher] open and close his mandibles.

I claimed that the Hives would go to war for me, but I must tell you, Magus-Crafter, that I exaggerated the truth. I do not believedid not believeI was of any worth to my Hive. Or the Antinium.

His voice trembled a bit. Femithain smiled slightly, if tiredly.

It would appear you did not lie after all, Adventurer Ksmvr. I regret, then, that for Illiveres safety, you should not go about unprotected. The Queens did not specify conditions for their wrath; moreover, the Walled Cities have their owndemands. Illivere itself can search better than one lone adventurer in any case. Will you accept a temporary stay?

He was worried Ksmvr would refuse. However, the Antinium only hesitated a second before nodding.

I am unhappy, Magus-Crafter, but I would prefer to remain amenable and work in cooperation with you.

Thank you, Adventurer Ksmvr.

You may call me Ksmvr, Magus-Crafter.

The Antinium saw the man smile. It was just like Nsiia had said. Ksmvr became a guest of Illivere. It was not ideal, but he had to find his friends and Femithain would help with that.

Meanwhile, while he waited, Ksmvr talked with Nsiia. He learned how to scratch dogs on the stomach.

He quite liked animals. Also, Nsiia had an interesting proposal. Ksmvr listened.

[Animal Friend Class Obtained!]

[Animal Friend Level 2!]

[Skill Comforting Petting obtained!]

Was it a combat-viable class? Absolutely not. However, Ksmvr hadnt the heart to refuse it. He calculated that if he maintained a 6:1 ratio of combat-levels to non-combat levels, he could keep the class with no one objecting strenuously.

Sometimes, you had to have a class just for you.

-

Ceria Springwalker sat in Nerhs, slowly bouncing [Message] spells back and forth with Montressa. It took a lot of effort and she needed to conserve her magic. A [Message] spell at this range was taxing, but now she knew.

Ksmvr, located. Yvlon? Unknown, unscriable. Pisces, likewise.

Well. At least one of them was found. Ceria bit her lip, trying to breathe in and out. She tried to form an [Ice Spike]but it wasnt any good.

She couldnt call enough moisture out of the air to form the spell like normal. From the existing water? Sure! She eyed the javelin of ice shed crafted out of a bucket of water.

Luaar stared wide-eyed at Ceria as she took stock of her magical abilities. The half-Elf cursed.

Looks like Im going to have to improvise with non-ice spells. Damn. Okayat least I have my wand and gear. I can probably take on any Silver-rank threat, even alone. Even some Gold-rank threats. Hey, Luaar

She turned and he hurried forwards. The ice javelin reverted back to water, much to his disappointment. Ceria dipped a cup into it and sipped. The aura of ice wasnt as pervasive around her; she could control it when she was awake.

How can I help you, Adventurer Ceria?

Its just Ceria. What kind of threats might I run into if I was heading to Illivere?

She was already planning on going? Luaar gulped.

Father hopes you can stay in case of [Bandits] and

Yes, yes. Ill see if I can do anything. I cant stay, though, and I cant summonI hate not having water. But what about dangers on the roads? If I bought a horsewhats the worst random monster Id run into?

Ceria sighed. She couldnt try to summon an [Ice Elemental] for the same reasons her ice-spells werent working. Nerhs had only the water in their wells, and it was finite and dearly needed. When it rained, the wells were replenished, but that could be few and far between.

Once, Nerhs had had lots of water, apparently. It was close enough to the coastbut the weather had changed since Luaars father had taken his position. Now?

Ceria listened as Luaar described the worst of Chandrars most common predators. Manticores, giant sand worms, bandits of course, Sand Golems

Crelers?

The boy shivered at the familiar name.

They are everywhere, Adventurer Ceria. Some live in the sands, but they are always hunted down. When found.

Ceria sighed.

Wonderful. Wellif I need to bust Ksmvr out of prison or fight anything more dangerous than one of those stupid dogs, Id better figure out a way to actually use my magic.

She cursed. She still had her wand and other spells, but Ceria was sort of good at ice magic. What would Illphres do? Shed probably call this good training and kick Ceria into a desert to practice. Ceria smiled sadly at the thought.

Then she focused. The half-Elf stared down at her gear, laid out before her. She reached out and pushed Luaar back.

Ah. No touching. No getting near it.

She hadone trump card. An unpredictable trump card. The kind of card, that, if you were to extend the gambling metaphor, could either win you the game despite having the worst handor explode your entire body at the table.

It was rather like hiding a Tier 5 scroll under the table rather than an actual card. But which Tier 5 spell? Tree rotCeria stared down at the object. She wasnt even sure it was Tier 5. It could be a lot higher.

The artifact glittered at her. Relic-class? Or just super-powerful? Cursed? Luaars eyes shone as he stared at the object Ceria had pulled out of her bag of holding when shed finally woken up.

It wasa circlet made of something dark. Black bone. Obsidian? Ceria couldnt tell. Nor did she touch it now.

Is it your treasure, Adventurer Ceria? What does it do?

She glanced up.

I have no idea. Hey, shoo back over there. Actuallydont even look at it. It could be dangerous.

As in, pull this village screaming into an abyss in the ground dangerous, but Ceria didnt tell Luaar that. He scooted back further, but couldnt look away from the artifact. She had no idea what it did.

Frankly, given her experiences with the ruins of Albez, Ceria knew she shouldnt have gone within a ten mile radius of an artifact used by the Putrid One. She certainly shouldnt have touched it, let alone stuffed it into a bag of holding and kept it on her person.

There had been no choice. The undead had been about to wipe them out, and in that frenzied moment before flight, the Horns had taken a calculated risk and grabbed anything they could before running.

It had been a good risk; they hadnt gone into the armory, but grabbed the Putrid Ones personal possessions, which were lying about. The odds were that such objects werent as cursed as most dungeon treasures.

Even so, Ceria had snagged only one object; the circlet, which had been fallen on the ground, possibly knocked from the half-Elfs head himself. Shed only touched it with her bone-hand, and even now didnt quite dare touch it with her flesh-and-blood one.

It could protect her and enable her to brave any threat. OrCeria shuddered.

It might be a soul-sucking circlet that contains the lives of hundreds of innocent victims. Or it could fuse to my flesh. Or slowly turn me into an undead if Im not strong enough in death magic. Orif its one of those super-rare sentient ones, it could decide it hates me and cast [Death Bolt] through my brain.

Luaar stared at the circlet, and then Ceria, and then backed to the doorframe. The half-Elf sighed. She didnt even know if being near it was healthy.

Stillshe was smiling. She had treasure. Cerias smile flickered. Dangerous treasure. If anyone knew she had thiswell, it made her life harder. She heard shouting from outside and rose. Luaar turned.

Bandits! Adventurer Ceriatheyre

Ceria swore and rose. She hesitated, reached for the circlet, and stuffed it into her bag of holding without putting it on. She really didnt want to die. It was a last-resort.

As she strode outside, then thought better and peeked out from the doorframe with Luaar, Ceria worried for her team. Ksmvr was alive. But Yvlon and Pisces would be walking targets, if they hadnt been thrown into a dangerous spot already.

After all

Each one of them had grabbed something. The half-Elf breathed in and out, and heard the voice again.

You murderer.

Just whos saying that?

She stared at the bag of holding for a second. No, it couldnt be. Ceria sighed.

If the circlet was possessed, she was going to be really upset.

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Each one a treasure beyond worth. Theyd survived the impossible. If only theyd arrived at Khelt.

If only. From glory to defeat tothe world did like to kick you when you were down. That was how it went. When you fell, the momentum carried you.

He had been sick, ill, for days. Theyd dragged him along; now? They made him walk. He could barely think, he was still sick with mana-burn.

Yet he remembered.

Artifacts. It was his. His treasure. Hisspellbook.

The [Slavers] just laughed at Pisces as he mumbled it, dragged along, tethered to the long line of chained [Slaves]. One of them lifted the book in a gloved hand; they werent stupid enough to open it.

Not yours, [Necromancer]! Ours! By rights, your gear is ours. Well sell that separate; it might be worth more than you are! Although your name will earn a lot. Ill be interested to see which is which, eh? Although if its really a treasure from the Village of the Dead

The master of the caravan rode forwards and struck the [Slaver] hard.

You idiot! Put it away! Dont look at it, dont stare at it!

He snapped. The other man hastened to obey. Pisces stared up at his captor. He tried to speak, blearily.

Im a Gold-rank adventurer. You cant enslave me.

The [Slave Master] smiled. He even looked a tiny bit sympathetic as he waved a finger.

Ah, perhaps if you and I met on your two feet, Id agree, Master Pisces Jealnet. However, Roshal has rules. We found you half-dead, so the initiative was ours. As for law? We are well within our law! After allyou are Pisces Jealnet. Your bounty still remains from Terandria and Wistram both. A criminal is a criminal.

Pisces looked up. He cursed the man. He cursed Wistram and home. The book! He would have lunged, but the chains held him down. Andhe looked up.

Behind the [Slave Master], a figure looked down at him. Not as sympathetic. More uncaring. Bored. But watchful. The enslaved Djinni watched the caravan moving west, out of Nerrhavia now, towards Roshal. After allif you had a prize like Pisces and the book, youd sell it where it was worth most. Pisces stumbled forwards, tugged ahead.

A captive. He only hoped theyd find him before he reached his destination. Ceria, Ksmvr, Yvlon

Find me.

Authors Note: No Djinni battles. No bandit attackwell, not yet. I was going to write it in, but somehow we focused more on the Horns and that could be okay.

It has become the month of work! Side-work! Boring work! Oh well, Im working hard on it. Book 4s e-book needs to come out, and I need to fix up Book 5s typos so we can get the audiobook done

And thats only some of the stuff on my plate! I wish it were food! I wish I could eat my problems!

Oh well, writing isnt easy, but I do know how to do it, so the chapters will still come out! Even so, I may have to make them shorter

For now its back to work! Let me know if youd like more Chandrar! Maybe we should do more chapters in a row? Thanks for reading and vote on that poll! That might be the next chapter. Or not? Well find out next time!

Anazurhe the Goblin [Witch] by LightResonance, commissioned by pirateaba!