Interlude Pisces (Revised)

Interlude Pisces (Revised)

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains numerous examples of sexual and physical assault, slavery, and various forms of torture as well as suicidal ideation.

Of all the things he had ever heard, the thought that Mrsha believed she truly was a Doombringer hit Pisces hardest.

It was far from the most painful thing to be spoken, even in that inn.

It struck him twice deeply. A perfect step-in, a strike past all his careful defenses and concealed truths. That little girl thought she was cursed. Responsible for all the tragedy that had befallen her and deserving of the terrible fate shed been subjected to.

She was wrong. Maybehe did not know her full story, so maybe she had made mistakes. Huge ones; perhaps she had erred so greatly someone died. Perhapsit hadnt been her fault and she could not have known. Yet she was innocent.

She had not chosen to do evil, so if she bore guilt, so did they all. She deserved no title, no markings like her white fur, and she should not carry that pain with her into the decades that would follow.

He wished hed told her that, however uncharacteristic it might have been for him. He wished hed done a lot of things. But Mrshamost of all, Pisces wished hed told her that.

For if he could believe that, perhaps there was some redemption for him.

It seemed that he was more deserving of the title of Doombringer than anyone: three times in his life, he had brought death and destruction to the very same people he had called his friends, who had taken him in.

The first, as a boy on Terandria.

The second, as a young man in Wistram.

The thirdthe Village of the Dead and the obliteration within.

The fact that they had lived, used a miracle to escape, changed nothing.

They could all be dead. Everyone but you. The thoughts dragged at him night by night, just like the past. He couldnt escape it. Soas he woke and slept, and woke and slept again, the heavy collar of enchanted metal around his neck, the mundane bindings of a slave on his wrists, part of Pisces felt relieved.

So relieved. For at last, the [Necromancer] was receiving the just punishment he had evaded for so long.

-

As he was led deeper into Chandrars continent, Pisces Jealnet walked. Then he rode. He alternated between both, talking a little and listening quite a lot.

There was little else to do on the move. And despite the stories or romantic images, talking incautiously while riding was a good way to bite your tongue off.

Even he couldnt fix that. Bone? Yes. Fleshah, well, hed never liked flesh as much as bone. Yvlon had once taken him to task about it.

Silver and steel, Pisces. I dont see what the difference is. Youre a [Necromancer]a zombie is no harder than a skeleton, surely! It may stink worse, but if youre in for one, you might as well be in for the other. That would be like me not learning how to swing an axe and only focusing on a sword. For someone like you, its a strange weakness!

And what were you supposed to say to that? Pisces dimly recalled some sneering remark hed made, but it was cover. A lot of what he said and did wascover. Old habits. Deflect, lie, or hide how you felt. That was safer, even with friends.

Hewasnt ashamed of the truth, but how could Pisces tell the sometimes surly, often high-and-mighty daughter of House Byres that he found bone and skeletons infinitely more attractive than a rotting Ghoul, or even the hulking musculature of a Draug?

His slightly superior friend and comrade might understand that. But if he told her that he found the look of ivory shaped just soattractive? That he called the true creation of undead, proper undead, art? As beauteous as any horse or painting she admired?

What would she say then? Either she would be horrified, disgusted, attributing him the same qualities as some fetishist who slept in graveyards, or she would simply not understand. So he lied. It was simplest that way.

AhPisces felt a jerk as he stumbled and nearly fell, caught himself, and for a second, dragged on the thin length of rope running through the manacles on his hands. It was looped around the steel shackles, impossible for him to free himself.

The tug ran down the entire line of people. Pisces heard a groan of annoyance, someone slow and stumble themselveshe caught himself. Then stared down at the manacles.

The manacles were themselves the same kind hed had on now and then. Steel or iron or even wood; designed to make grabbing a sword or weapon harder, if not impossible, and obviously make it harder for a would-be criminal to flee. These were steel and cloth, ironically enough. Someone had made two bracers of metal, chained them rather generously with some metal, and then, oddly enough, added a cloth padding to the interior.

The odd part was the length of the chain. Pisces could, with a bit of difficulty, scratch his chin, even touch his toes when not looped into the rope procession. And padding? He had never seen this kind of restraint.

Perhaps because these manacles are not meant to be taken off so easily. He had not worn them for a few hours while being marched to a jail cell and interrogated, or even a day. He had worn them since he had woken up in dry Chandrar, enslaved and this procession ofhe looked at the other figures ahead and behind him, also connected to the same length of rope.

The slave caravan all wore manacles like his; they would not be taken off, hence the additions for ease of use and comfort. It made them able to do basic tasks, and while it was more dangerous to a captor, their collars were the true prison.

He felt the collars cold metal around his neck. This one had no padding; some of the other [Slaves] had something like that, even vanity decorations. His collar was silver and mithril, harder than steel.

Enchanted. He could feel it blocking his natural flow of mana. With it on, he had as much chance of casting magic as the sweaty man hed nearly dragged down in front of him, whose sweaty neck flaps Pisces had been dully watching for the last three hours.

He didnt even have chains around his feet. That was the insulting thing. As impairing as the manacles on his wrists might be, Pisces had once been trained by one of Terandrias recognized [Fencers]. Give him a bladeany bladeand he might have dared to fight the four-dozen some mounted captors riding in bored formation around the procession on the road. If he had a chance to escape, if it were possible to get them one or three-on-one at most

But no. Pisces shook his head and kept moving, knowing to slow would have the person behind run into him. The collar was all they needed. With it, he could never hide from their magic. With itthey could also kill him if he grew too dangerous.

Pisces had woken up in one of the wagons loaded with goods, [Slaves] too weak to walk, even some of the slumbering [Guards] who traded off. Even this caravan needed a bit more than could easily be carried in bags of holding, and the wagons were useful for people like Pisces.

He had been half-dead for the first few days, burnt out of mana, raving when he was lucid, confused and delusional when he was not. He had apparently been close to death when they found him lying sunburnt and dehydrated in the desert, thrown by the teleportation spell.

Still stumbling, heh, Pisces? Maybe you should ride in the wagons! Cant have you slowing the pace. You were so quick on your feet in the Village of Death too! Maybe Wistram makes everyone on the scrying orbs look good.

One of the [Guards] joked as he slowed to eye Pisces. The young man looked up at him, and had to swallow a second or two before replying.

No, thank you. I would rather walk and build my strength.

Ah, adventurers. Tough! Heads tough and too full of pride to ride! Myself, Id rest up, but be my guest.

The man rode ahead, and Pisces felt eyes on him. From the other people chained up in the two long lines, from the wagons, and even from the other [Guards]. They all knew who he was by now.

Pisces still wore his white robes, and they were still pristine despite living in them. His skin was dirty, dusty, and he would have no doubt had an odor but for the dry, gritty climate. His enchanted clothing, though, was the last possession he had. His rapier, his bag of holding, his possessions, even the spellbook hed taken from the Putrid Ones collection were all in the possession of the caravan master.

But for that hint he wore something expensive, he might have been any young man, albeit from Izril or Terandria, rather than Chandrar where skin tanned fast under the sun. If you knew magic, you might be able to sense the death magic around him, but no more than that.

Yet everyone in Caravan Igherizs group knew that Pisces Jealnet was a Gold-rank adventurer and member of the Horns of Hammerad, one of the survivors of the Village of the Dead raid, [Necromancer] and former graduate of Wistram with a bounty on his head from Terandria.

They knew this, because theyd seen him on the scrying orb. Or heard about it after. Pisces was a celebrity before ever having come to Chandrar. Unfortunatelythat was why he was here.

It earned him some respect, ironically enough. The [Guards] were not any kinder to the one Bronze-rank adventurer than the othersyet Pisces they had seen or heard about. He wondered if he could play on their vague admiration, but they still followed Igherizs orders readily.

No, not [Guards]. Not [Caravan Guards], or [Caravaners] or [Mercenaries] or anything of the sort. [Slavers].

Pisces reminded himself in his head. These were not like any people he knew. The almost exclusively-male group of [Slavers] that made up Igherizs Caravan made their living by owning, buying, acquiring and selling slaves. The odd, interesting, disturbing part was how Igheriz labeled himself.

Is Pisces stumbling? Well, we cannot have that! Slow! Slow and we rest. Give waterand see if the road ahead will stay clear, Azam. No monsters, no [Bandits], no sandstormswe thank Roshals fortunes for such things, but I will not lose even a hair upon Pisces head until we reach home!

And there he came himself. Igheriz was a Stitch-man, one of the Cotton-caste, but with noticeable improvements from silk. Even a fabric Pisces had no ability to label on one hand; the skin it became seemed permanently slicked, almost sweaty? Yet it seemed strong enough as he rode one-handed towards Pisces.

As one of the [Slaves] permanently attached to his caravan went down the line, offering a long ladle of water to each person so they could drink several huge gulps then move on, the caravan owner leaned over his saddle and grinned down at Pisces.

You see how I do such things for you. This is a sign of admiration, Pisces. I wish you to take note, no matter where your fate takes you after Roshal. I, Igheriz, give such tokens of respect to no [Slaves] other than the most beautiful of women or the greatest I have ever dealt withand you are no beautiful woman!

He laughed hugely at his own joke. Pisces bared his teeth.

I would be even more impressed, [Slavemaster] Igheriz, if you would let me ride without manacles.

Ah! Ah!

Igheriz waved a finger. He looked down at Pisces sternly.

I am not that kind of a fool, Pisces. The manacleswell, adventurers like you get such thoughts. I know you are smarter than most, but Gold-ranks always think they can escape, collar or no. But that is not what displeases me. You keep calling me [Slavemaster]. It is to annoy me, I think? You would not like me to lose my good humor so I forgive you, Pisces! Remember: it is Caravan Leader Igheriz. I will not warn you a third time.

He grinned and Pisces hesitated for a long second before ducking his head.

Of courseCaravan Leader. Do you not style yourself by your chief class?

The [Slavemaster]s eyes lit up. Pisces took a grateful drink of the slightly brackish water being offered, and listened as the man replied.

I am more than one thing, Pisces. Or we would call you [Necromancer], not just adventurer! I am a [Merchant]! I trade in goods and rumor! I make connections. Andyes, I sell slaves, but those who lead caravans are greatly respected. Roshals namenot everywhere. Especially not in Izril or Terandria, eh?

He gave Pisces another knowing look. The [Necromancer] didnt reply, and he was happy to be called that so long as there were no other pejorative added because that was what he was. Igheriz?

The man was a pompous, ruthless lowlife, and Pisces would have happily called him a [Bandit] wearing a [Merchant]s skin if he were freed. He detested Igheriz, but unlike Yvlonor Ceria come to thatPisces could lie and be polite. So he smiled.

Have you heard of my team, Caravan Leader? Its been nearly a week and a half.

Ah! Of course. You ask every day.

Igheriz slapped his forehead, again pretending to be astonished. He seemed to tire of the charade now and then, but his spirits were high. After allhe was going to be rich from selling Pisces.

No word yet, but we are on the road and I will ask as a favor to you when we next stop. However, you neednt fear! None of them have bounties, so they cannot be taken. If you hope they will catch up and rescue youthat too, I do not fear. You are mine, fair and done under Chandrars laws, and Roshal and Azam protect me.

He grinned. That was the pretense under which hed justified taking Pisces as a [Slave]. Pisces had a bounty extant from Wistram and Terandriathus, he was fair game to be taken captive. It seemed like a poor and easily exploitable system to the [Necromancer], which was probably exactly why Roshal liked it. It wasnt as if they had many Terandrian nations to impress; [Slaves] were not common in Terandria or Izril.

Pisces was a [Slave]. A Level 3 [Slave]. Hed woken with the class in his mind and he resented it. For one thingit wasredin his head.

That was how he could imagine it. Red, if there was a color. Not that it was a color; it was more like a pulsating, sear ofintensity. Thus, red. Like crimson blood. Like a heartbeat.

[Slave Level 3.]

[Skill Masters Sympathy obtained!]

[Condition: Famous Name obtained.]

Pisces had learned the secret that you could refuse classes you didnt like long ago as a boy. But he had never known there were classes you couldnt refuse. Andcondition?

Igheriz had just laughed when Pisces had asked, those first few days when he had all the questions and no strength to walk.

Ah, there are classes and things Terandria and your fabulous Human kingdoms have forgotten, Pisces. Conditions? Well, let us say your red class will remain until you make peace! Then it will be much better for you and change. As for conditionsthis is hardly the worst that you can receive, so be grateful! For I am a generous man, and will deliver you to Roshal on a bed of roseswithout thorns!unless you force me otherwise.

Aside from the bed of roses part, Pisces had to admit, this was not the worst treatment for the last week and a half. But thenhed only been conscious the last four or so days, rather than slipping in and out as his body recovered.

He suspected it could get worse, yet so far he was only marched at a steady pace all day. He rode in a second line of slaves now and then, to rest, and if he had wanted, he could have rode as well in the wagons. Food was not terrible, and he was not whipped. Igheriz had even stopped their progress for Pisces.

The biggest imposition to date was not knowing if his team was alive or not. Pisces suffered from nightmares waking and sleeping about if they were alive, if he had doomed them to oblivion caught in limbo or they had woken up somewhere worse than he was for his foolish decision. There had been no time! He had simply used the location Azkerash had given him and

They had bounced off Khelt. Pisces remembered that too. Some kind of anti-teleportation barrier? Once again, he cursed himself.

He had told them to go to the Village of the Dead, to find the Helm of Fire and persuade Azkerash to revive Erin. He had activated the scroll, hadnt stopped them from entering the heart of the city and rousing the Putrid Ones greatest servant. He might have gotten his team killed.

The worst thing in the world was knowing what might have been, and knowing how stupid you were. Unfortunately, Igheriz had recognized Pisces because he had a scrying orb, because he was rich.

Thuslyhe could tell Pisces day by day news from home, perhaps to mock Pisces, or perhaps in the genuine feeling he was helping in some way.

Pisces kept thinking about if, mumbling out loud to himself.

They found the Helm of Fire. We could have stopped. Recovered it. Wed all be safe. We could have gone to Wistram. Why didnt I ask for Wistram? Wait, you cant teleport there. OrSilvaria. He had to know somewhere in Silvaria.

Who knew about Silvaria? You mean teleporting? Serves you right, eh? If a giant monster was chasing me, Id have teleported it.

Pisces turned his head to see who had retorted. He heard a grunt from ahead, and the man with the flabby neck looked back. By now, Pisces knew some of his companions, fellow slaves who tended to be put in the same spot to avoid fights.

Would that have worked?

Pisces looked at the forward man. Bearig was a sweaty fellow, a [Cook]. As portly as the stereotype, because he did like to sample his own food. He was, apparently, not a good [Cook], because the Stitch-man had been made a [Slave] for nearly killing one of his most esteemed guests, the [Magistrate] of a region in Nerrhavias Fallen, with a fishbone in a fillet.

Accidentally, but still the enraged Magistrate Ducaz had accused him of trying to murder him or gross incompetence, and thrown Bearig into chains.

The Garuda woman behind Pisces was also from that area; they were passing out of Nerrhavias Fallen, heading west, towards Roshal along the coast.

A [Thief]. Well, that was the kind of person you got in this kind of caravan. A mix of the innocent in poor situations, like Bearig, those in debt who were sold to recoup their losses, the simply desperatethose who lived on the street were easy targetsand criminals like the Garuda and Pisces.

She grinned superiorly at him with a cracked beak. Cawe had heard all about Pisces story. He glowered back.

Firstly, if the Putrid Ones servant could have been teleported, Id have had to touch him. I doubt he would have let me cast the spell, and if my hand did not rot off, we would still be in the center of the Village of the Dead.

Ah.

Bearig nodded, looking suitably impressed. Cawe just tossed her head scornfully.

Excuses. Shut up about it if youre going to explain away why there was no other option. Im sick of hearing of it!

Pisces shut his lips firmly. He couldnt tell her about the one part that might have been changedAzkerashs coordinates. He had probably wanted to send Pisces somewhere secure, under his influence, or that he considered safe. Khelt, the Necrocracy, was one of the few places.

Even so. Now that they were on the move again and talking, Pisces jerked his attention to the present. He nodded at Bearig, who had to half-turn, and to Cawe, who did not.

You two have been part of this caravan for nearly a month now. How long until we reach Roshal?

Eager to get to the auction houses? Im sure you can look forwards to a rich master; were not. Bearigll be lucky if hes sold to some place who needs a [Cook] who leaves bones in his food. Me? Id rather have been in the gladiator pits.

The Garuda woman sneered. She was resigned to her fate. It was Bearig who answered.

We took a month on our route; we were heading north and south as well as east to west, Adventurer Pisces. But since you arrived, weve been heading west only, and fast at that. Id say only a month. Far less if we begin using Skills.

Only a month?

Pisces glanced down the road. Nerrhavia was not close to the coast, and he knew Roshal was at the southwest of Chandrar. They had half a continent to traverse! It was Cawe who jerked her head.

Travel Skills. All the [Caravan Masters] have them. You have that one to thank for it, though. With him, well not need many Skills.

All three looked ahead. Towards Azam. Pisces stared ahead at the bare-chested half-Giant. Yetnot an actual half-Giant, more like one half-made of obsidian for skin. Actual obsidian, with glowing magma beneath. That seemed to be the form he chose, but obviously it was mutable.

Azam was a Djinni, and the true reason why Pisces would not escape even if he had the collar and manacles removed, according to Igheriz. From what the [Necromancer] knew of Djinnithat was correct.

If hes so powerful, why cant Igheriz check the [Messages] for my team, and why does he have to pay for a scrying orb from Wistram?

Pisces lowered his voice as Azam strode back down the road, having scouted ahead. He moved fast, like someone under a [Speed] spell, but he didnt fly.

Cawe looked contemptuous, and even Bearig shook his head.

Hes not that sort of a Djinni. Hes powerful, but no Manasource Djinni. Do you know what Azam is, Bearig?

The [Cook] shook his head.

I could ask.

Go.

He shuffled ahead to ask the [Slave] ahead of him. Pisces glanced at Cawe.

Now here was something for his mind, finally clear and working, to latch onto. The [Mage] tilted his head.

Im familiar with Djinni from my studies, but I never looked into them deeply. What do you mean by type?

He neglected to mention being expelled after only three years. The Garuda sneered, but seemed happy to lecture the Gold-rank [Mage].

You dont know? Even mighty Wistramwell, Djinni have types, so they have names. I do not own one, but some take to different things. You see Azam?

She pointed at the obsidian giant.

He cant fly.

Pisces brows rose high.

Truly? I thought they all could.

The Garuda opened and closed her beak, frowning.

Maybe if he took a form like mine, but Ive never seen him fly, so he must not, right? Bearig, what is he?

The [Cook] had come back down the line.

They say hes Aethertravel.

Ah. Then hes doubly-suited for his job.

Aether and travel. What would that entail in terms of his abilities?

Pisces craned his neck, frowning at the giant. Cawe shrugged.

Just as you see him do each night for travel. Raise and unmake walls for camp. Help us with weather, speed our steps and keep the horses fresh. Aether. What does the word mean?

It was Pisces turn to be the expert. Normally, he relished such things, but he wasnt among friends, so he answered without pretense, without a sniff or comment designed to infuriate.

Another plane. A magical term. It may mean he can manipulatedimensions.

Dimensions? Of what? A room? Hah! No wonder hes a Djinni of Igherizs caliber.

Cawes voice was scornful, but she kept it low. She wasspirited. Yet clearly resigned to her fate. Bearig was likewise cowed, and always talked about his family whom he had left without support due to his failure. Pisces shook his head, then reconsidered.

Nowell, exactly that. He could perhaps alter a roomor create a room where there was none before. Dimensional magic. Not many [Mages] today could do that.

He looked forwards and the [Slaves] eyed Azam anew. Pisces saw the giant Djinni glance their way, and felt a slight shock on his skin.

Azam had more power in him than Pisces could likely hope to achieve in a lifetime. He was a being of pure magic, and the biggest obstacle in Pisces escapingor for Ceria, Yvlon, and Ksmvr rescuing him. Pisces still held out hope that they would, or even the Necromancer, Azkerash himself. He was a calculating genius, but perhaps he might feel he owed Pisces for landing him in this situation?

Azam did not grin or jesthe had never spoken to Pisces once, in fact. He, like Pisces, was a captive as well. A slave. He had no swagger, no boast; he just obeyed, and that made Pisces warier still. If he freed himselfhe would have to make sure Azam wasnt able to follow or outrun him.

He just had to work out how to get free first. This was Pisces life, now. Four days and nights he had marched, learning about Chandrar, this caravan.

He would learn too much, soon enough.

-

It was two days before she even laid eyes on him. Of course, she, Igherizs favorite, did not walk with the others and he hadreasons for keeping her out of sight.

Nevertheless, the new [Slave], the famous one, was welcome to her as well, so he earned her gratitude simply by distracting the [Slave Master]. It was a rare chance for her to rest.

What rest came, though, was marred by the knowledge of her waking hours. Sitting in the bumpy wagon, staring at her arms. Her legs.

Dark lines she hated. Sometimes she plucked at them, but she stopped, knowing it would just invite more punishment.

When she first saw him, lying sick and baked red as a lobster, he was not impressive. Nor even when he stumbled along in the procession, for all he bantered well. Even so, she decided she would not hate him and try to be kind, if they ever did talk.

He was a prisoner too, for all Igheriz liked him. They were akin; important [Slaves], but that might make it worse. For now, she just peeked at him out of the wagon, curious, unseen.

Her name was Eloque. She had no hope that the Gold-rank adventurer would save her. He could not save himself. She was merely curious.

Everyone in the caravan looked at Pisces Jealnet. Yet what Eloque noticed from her vantage point was that mighty Azam, the Djinni, watched Pisces too.

Azam had never cared for anything or anyone in the three years she had been a [Slave] in the caravan. Not for other Gold-ranks taken to market, other species across the world. He watched Pisces. So the [Necromancer] was special after all.

-

He was building his strength. Step by step, day by day, Pisces felt his abused body repairing itself after the trauma endured at the Village of the Dead. Sometimes he regretted that he was not a [Fencer] or [Duelist]; Yvlon and Ksmvr might have been on their feet far earlier due to their Skills.

But he would not take that class. Had not, as a boy.

When had it begun? Something about this caravan, the [Slavers], the guardswas familiar. Pisces saw one cuffing a stumbling figure hard for slowing and holding up the line.

He felt the blow, over a decade ago, and remembered a voice.

Come on, boy! Move your hands and feet at the same time! Youll disgrace the Jealnet name!

As if that meant something. As if Jealnet meant anything other than they were descended from [Fishers]. But Padurn Jealnet had dreams of making the name forever associated with [Fencers]. He was considered a somewhat good one.

He owned a silver bell. Silver, not goldsome days he came back from a duel in a temper, having lost to as famous a person as the young [Lord] of Nadel. So he was touched with greatness in that sense.

His son had lost that during his training. Padurn believed he had no anger in his training; that no matter how bad a day he had, there was only the art of the blade, footwork, a purity of expression in the way the rapier moved and danced.

He still worked his son from before dawn till dusk. Without anger? Perhaps. But it was then twice merciless because it was so dispassionate. Perhaps it would have been best if hed had a girl or his son hadnt shown any gift. Yet Pisces? He had a gift.

Somehow, from the start, from the first day his pleasant life had turned into pain as he was shown how to hold a real sword and struck on the hands and arms if he didnt hold it righthe had refused to gain the class. His father didnt understand it, but Pisces had been taught to rebel from the very start.

-

Pisces came back to the present world when they stopped. A bitter recollection, that. It was thanks to his father that he had the bounty that had landed him herewell, that and a number of other things. Theft, [Necromancy]and taking a [Fencer]s silver bell.

Pisces bared his teeth. He had earned that bell. There were two ways you earned your bell. By passing tests, by being approved by your peers. Orby defeating someone who owned the bell in single combat.

He had bested his father the day he ran away. So class or not, he had the ability to defeat his captors with a blade and no magic.

The problemwas they knew it. Pisces had long craved fame in a positive way, but this? He saw the [Guards] and Igheriz watching him, and they made comments about the Village of the Dead raid, even asked him questions.

So, Pisces, if your team doesnt have a claim, wholl that Helm of Fire go to, then? The one they say is a relic?

Pisces played along as the [Slaves] were made to rest in the camp Azam had created. The Djinni could lift the landscape itself into huge, nearly flat slabs of stone. It made an excellent defensive place to camp, and they had fire, refreshments, tentsthe [Slaves] shared a few huge ones. Pisces, still the guest of honor, was accorded space by the [Guards] kicking everyone else back a few feet.

Same for food. He replied as he ate the travel rations and the [Guards] listened with interest.

That would be the team with most claim. Either Elia Arcsinger or Eldertuin the Fortress have a claim as Named-ranks. But whichever team did the most damage and took the most casualties, I didnt see.

That might be the one who got that Drake-thing. TheHalfseekers. Hah! The balls on that [Rogue]! And he lived!

In that way, Pisces knew his friends were alive. And he had the [Guards] favor, for what it was worth. Little chance theyd help him, but his unwanted Skill did add to his already-present fame.

Still, Pisces understood neither Igheriz nor the [Slavers] would be helpful. If there was help? It had to come from his fellow [Slaves]. So that night, he looked at them, sleeping well apart from his special area.

You dont need to stay back. I dont care.

The others in the tent looked at each other. They were free of the rope group, but each was still attached with a personal line to a peg hammered into the ground in front of the tent. It meant you could tangle up, but they seemed used to it.

Cawe was the first to roll over with a grin.

Ah, but if they get mad, were in trouble, adventurer! Still, Id rather stretch out.

Encouraged, Bearig shifted over and Pisces heard murmurs of thanks. He saw a Stitch-woman, one of the ones whod been trusted to pass water out, smile at him.

Youre kinder than you sounded. When they told us you had fought in that village, they made it sound as if you were a monster yourself, slaying powerful undead left and right.

Pisces made himself smile. He wasnt as friendly as some others, but Ceria had once told him he could be quite charming if he tried. Sohe tried.

Ah, well, Miss. It was a [Necromancer] fighting undead. Not exactly hard.

The others looked up. A few began to ask questions. They were soon hushed, but Pisces traded whispers for an hour or two. He realized the [Guards] werent the only ones interested in him, but most couldnt chat as freely. That was how he got to know some of themsome that might help, at any rate.

The Stitch-womans name was Astotha, and she was a [Slave] of years, attached to Igherizs caravan. He also met those in his line which included Bearig, the hapless [Cook]little help, but genial enoughand three others that Pisces had picked out for helpfulness or interest.

It was about Skills or trust. He didnt know if he could trust Bearig or Cawe, but they were close to him and it was good to make friends. Cawe could be helpful, though. He learned she was not, in fact, a [Thief] when he offended her by using the class.

Im a [Pickpocket]. Theres a difference!

Then she kicked him in the shin. Pisces sworebeing kicked by a Garudas talons was not fun.

I apologize for the palpable difference.

She clacked her cracked beak at him.

A [Thief] isnt a specialist! I am. I could have a key out of my [Guard]s pockets if my collar didnt stop my Skills. Even without

The others shushed her and she fell silent. Astotha looked at Cawe, warningly.

Any of them hear you again, and youll suffer twice. Igheriz wont tolerate it, Cawe.

The Garuda snapped her beak shut and Pisces saw her bravado vanish in a second. His sense of unease grew, but her comment told him two things. Firstlyhe wasnt the only person shackled from their Skills. Cawe had a special collar, if not as elaborate as his. Bearig did not.

Neither did Astotha. In fact, she could use her Skills. Shehad Skills from her class as a [Slave]. She eyed Pisces, still a bit exhausted from the trek despite his rest, and touched his arm.

Here. I wont need this until tomorrow and you look tired, Pisces. A gift for a gift. Thats how we like to do it in Chandrar. [Ease Your Burdens].

He felt some of his exhaustion vanish. Pisces blinked, and some of the footsore, aching joints and tiredness flowed awayinto Astotha. He saw her grimace, slightly, and protested.

You neednt have done that. Thank you

She smiled.

Its my class. Some of it is lost, so we both gain.

He met her eyes and they were kind. So Pisces nodded, vowing to remember the favor. He did remember such things. Like the [Innkeeper]

No thoughts of home. Pisces catalogued the other three interesting [Slaves] and made a point to talk to them the next day, as they struck camp and were put on the road again.

There were three. Most of the caravan were Human or Stitchfolk, with some spattering of Garuda, the natives of Chandrar. However, Pisces also saw a Dullahan [Tailor] amongst them. Qshom, who had run into a debt after a fire consumed his shophis armor was plain metal, and he often cursed his justifiable misfortune.

The second was Droppe, who, like Cawe, ran afoul of the law. He was a [Broker], the kind that existed on Izril, that Fierre was, and had tried to sidle up to Pisces twice to chat about anything the [Necromancer] might share. Even here, he seemed to think there was profit in knowledge, and Pisces couldnt fault him for that.

Id rather increase my value before we get to Roshal. You see, the more Im worth, the better Ill be treated! True, my master will know everything, but its better to be valuable than not.

He grinned. Pisces turned to the man laboring next to him. The only other adventurer, a Bronze-rank Human named Shein who clearly held Pisces in some regard. They were the potentially helpful or interesting ones, and had naturally been chained together, with Astotha as the exception; the small freedoms they were allowed.

What will we expect when we get to Roshal?

Shein grimaced.

For us? The markets. Well be sold in big batches unless were worth something. Someone like Bearigs worth moren me.

He jerked his head. Pisces was surprised, but Shein explained.

Im just a Bronzernot like you. Theyll lump me in with anyone who might be good for hauling, fighting. Cawe and Droppe are specialists.

Told you.

Cawe was smug. Droppe nibbled at his claws as he hopped forwards, apparently bored with walking. The Lizardfolk had bright, slightly multi-colored scales, but mostly a bright yellow. He wasnt like Drakes, though, being far shorter and smaller, and frankly, more friendly. Sort of Drassi-like, Pisces supposed. Selys could be friendly, or snappish.

Frankly, thats half the, um, criteria. The other half would be our personality if thats identified. Our fame. Cawe might be eligible to be put with the quite attractive females. Cracked beak doesnt help, but I dont know Garuda standards. Bearig? No. Shein? No. Me? No. Cawes the only one who has a chance and even thatsow! Stop it! Stop it!

The Garuda tried to kick at Droppe. Pisces looked up. Ah. The other reason people bought [Slaves]. He felt a trickle of bile in his throat, but went on.

And me?

Droppe grinned, unperturbed.

You? My friend. Youre a Gold-rank adventurer and a [Necromancer]! Id already have you for personal auction, but with your fame? Thats why Igheriz isnt taking his time. You will make him rich! Perhaps enough to double his caravan! Even buy a second Azam!

Pisces still didnt realize how famous he was. He knew the caravan had heard of him, but he just snorted at Droppes comment. He looked around. Droppe, Shein, Astotha, Cawe, Bearig, Qshomhardly an inspiring group to pick a breakout team from. Hed bet Shein and Cawe had some kind of fighting abilitythe rest, not at all.

Still, if they were his companions, they were good for knowledge like this. Pisces nodded at Qshom, who had been laboring harder than the rest due to his armor.

Astotha is a permanent [Slave] for Igherizs caravan. Is there anyone else whosimportant as she is?

He had already seen how much leeway she was given compared to the others; she could roam about, unfettered.

Instantly, all the other [Slaves] gave Pisces a sidelong look. He tried to look innocentbut then realized they all knew what he wanted. Cawe grinned, but it was Bearig who elbowed her; she and him were in front of Pisces today.

Important slaves?

Qshom gave Pisces an appraising look. He turned his head left and right.

Astotha is one of the most-trusted. The others are as you can see. If there was one more

He hesitated, looked towards Igheriz who was riding at the head of the caravan, and suddenly lowered his voice. Uneasily.

that would be Eloque. Shes of Droppes people. But I do not think you will see her walking with us. No, not at all. She isimportant

He shut his lips tight, as if he had said too much. Suddenly, Pisces saw how all the others had fallen silent. Even Cawe. He looked at them.

I havent seen her.

You wouldnt. She is Igherizs favorite. Hisproject.

Even Droppe refused to speak more, and the little Lizardman had lost his smile. Pisces felt the back of his neck tingle.

-

A simple event on the road changed things.

They met another caravan. This one called Hromes Wares. It was another caravan that dealt in slaves and goods. The man who led them was Human, unlike Igheriz. And he waswell. Plain.

Igheriz was a composite of different fabrics, but dressed like some rich [Merchant], styling himself with fashion even while travelling, and had three flashy rings and Azam when he greeted the other man.

Hrome had on a nondescript riding outfit, and he made no airs. He was bland. His slaves were almost all low-grade. He was transporting spices across Chandrar as well; he was a lower-grade Caravan Leader, not one with a Djinni or success like Igheriz, or his luck.

If he had one interesting quality, it was that his movement Skills were second to none; his caravan had caught up with Igherizs and nearly passed them; despite having [Slaves] walking behind the wagons, they seemed to step half as far again with each motion than Igherizs group.

The second thing was that Hrome took one look at Pisces as Igheriz greeted him and recognized him.

Do you see the fortune that fell into my lap, Great Friend Hrome? What else are you bringing to Roshal of interest?

They were swapping tales and information, andcomparing slaves. Rather like [Mages] compared artifacts or spells. Hromes eyes widened.

I ran into a bit of luck myselfbut nothing half so amazing as this! Thats Pisces! From the Village of the Dead!

The [Necromancer] looked up as all of Hromes people glanced at him and then he began to understand what worldwide fame meant. Hrome turned to Igheriz at once.

Caravan Master Igheriz. I know this may be inopportune and you have many clients who might want to bid for himbut could I make you an offer for Pisces? I would place him among my people! I could offer you twentythirty thousand gold at this very moment!

Igheriz laughed and held up his hands.

No, no, Hrome. I plan to sell Pisces for far more than that.

Fifty thousand. Fifty thousand and each [Slave] I have. LookI have this one. A [Bandit Lady], Merr the Storm! I purchased her from a city not three days ago

Hrome hurried over to the most valuable slave in his collection, a vicious-looking woman who bared her teeth defiantly. Igheriz looked amused.

Friend Hrome, you have good eyes, but not enough money! I do not say this to be rude; come, let us ride together and you may talk with Pisces. There is safety among the fellows of Roshal, after all!

They were both from Roshal, and thus had a level of trust amongst them. Hrome kept trying to buy Pisces; he went up to eighty thousand gold pieces, which included most of his caravan, a princely sum even for a Gold-rank! All for Pisces, whom he seemed to regard as a minor hero. When he failed to tempt Igheriz, although the number did make the Stitch-man hesitate, Hrome went to asking Pisces about the battle.

You defeated how many Skeleton Lords? Eight? With your sword? How was it done? I thought I saw you disintegrate their bonesI have a recording!

He was simply a fan. Ironically, neither he nor Pisces knew he had missed another Horn of Hammerad, but the attention let Pisces fill the day and learn more. UnfortunatelyHrome also meant that by the time they were camped, Pisces was on auction.

The Human [Slave Trader] had a [Mage], unlike Igheriz, who relied on Azam and spell scrolls. He sent word to Roshal that Pisces had been captured and would be sold. Unusually, bidding had already begun even as they struck camp.

Ah, you see, Hrome! This is why I took none of your offers, even when you offered me everything! I thank you for your [Mage].

Delighted, Igheriz strode about the camp, eyes lit up with greed and self-satisfaction. Hrome nodded, looking envious as the [Mage] shouted numbers and names with increasing fervor.

They are already bidding, Caravan Masters! Within the first moment, the Emir Hestute, upon learning such a famed person was being auctioned, declared he would buy Pisces outright for ninety thousand gold! At once! If you so will it.

Hah! A rich opening bid. No. I wait.

Igheriz was right to. Because for the rest of that night and the next day, the bidding wars began in earnest. By the time Pisces slept, he had been valued at over four hundred thousand gold pieces.

-

This was an astonishing sum. Hrome talked to Pisces the next day, explaining.

Slaves are expensive, Pisces. But even the average Gold-rank might barely go for a hundred thousand gold pieceswithout artifacts, of course! Mm. Perhaps they could double that if they had an unusual class or comely looks, but you?

Im delighted to be worth so much.

Pisces replied drily; he was riding, now, the better for Hrome to talk to him. The other [Caravan Master] had apparently elected to follow Igheriz, at least for now, and unfortunately, that meant their already-swift pace had more than doubled. They were passing by Illivere in a storm of movement, heading towards what had once been Tiqr.

Ah! Another bid has gone up! Once again, the Emira! And once again, overtaken by Emir Hestute!

It seemed like there were a few big bidders who really, really wanted Pisces. The Emira Se-Hexri, a Naga, Emir Hestute, andone they only called the Naga. As if there were only one.

Who isthe Naga? As opposed to this Emira Se-Hexri?

Hrome stroked his chin and for some reason, glanced around.

The Naga? AhEmira Se-Hexri is a recluse, you see. Rarely seen. It is odd that she should be so enamored of you, but perhaps she finds you as fascinating as I! But the Naga? There is only one. Emir Yazdil. Have you not heard one of the ten thousand legends told about him?

Pisces had not. But Hrome and the other [Guards], even Igheriz, promptly told him a dozen.

It is said he slew his greatest enemy, the foolish Emir Darsul, with his faithful servant, who climbed the tower, slaughtered each [Guard] without anyone hearing, and slipped past every ward and trap to kill him.

He has sent fleets that would make even the House of Minos trembleeach one full of gold and [Slaves] and treasure to his friends!

They say each servant of his is superior to any other. Even that he sells Djinni he does not find worth keeping! If you would be one of his, you should be lucky indeed, for the Emir does not even chain his servants!

Well now, wouldnt that be nice? Pisces decided there were worse fates than thatbut the Emir Yazdil seemed like a powerful figure. Perhaps it would be better to fall into this reclusive Emiras hands.

-

Pisces did not know how true that was. Azkerash, far distant, had finally found him. And the Necromancer was engaged in a bidding war to end all bidding wars with the Naga.

The Naga wanted Pisces too, but Emir Yazdil was also curious why the reclusive Se-Hexri was so interested. Of course, that just meant he bid more and more, knowing there was something there to win. After allthe Naga did not like losing.

As for Emir Hestutehe was just there.

-

Four hundred thousand gold pieces?

When she first heard of the sum, Eloque had to gasp. She was worth a fraction of that price! Thenher lip curled and she was a bit disgusted with herself.

It was the way of [Slaves] to value themselves on how much they had been sold for. She was a [Slave], and had been one for nearly four years, now, but unlike Chandrars people, this was not normal to her.

She was from Baleros. Baleros, and [Slaves] were not so common. She wondered if another year would erode more of her sensibilities.

Even so, four hundred thousand gold was four hundred thousand gold no matter how far across the world you went and such a princely sum justified all the attention Pisces was getting.

They still had not met, yet Eloque found herself thanking Pisces even further; the obsessed Hrome meant that Igheriz drank and socialized. Less time to spend with her.

What intrigued her was not just the price. As she rode and numbers raced down the caravan, Eloque listened to the shouts.

Four hundred thousand! Sing it to me, Hrome! We must drink, even when riding!

Igheriz was in high spirits. He would visit her tonight, drink or not. Eloque stared out the flaps in the wagon, then turned her head.

You dont look impressed, Azam.

A figure, like obsidian from Baleros volcanoes come to life, turned his head slowly. Azam, guardian and greatest slave of all, if not with the class.

He spoke to no one and nothing unless Igheriz ordered. He was silent, efficient, and often walked with her, next to the wagon with the greatest goods, a deterrent for [Raiders] or [Thieves]. Twice she had watched him crush a mans head or throw magic. He was faster than they dreamed.

Yet he spoke to her of all the caravan. For she was not a guard, whom he no doubt detested, nor was she a transient [Slave]. He had not spoken to her for two entire years. Now?

Well, she doubted he knew her name, but Igherizs attention seemed to instill the only pity Azam had ever shown anyone. So after a minute of walking, one eye slowly slid down and his mouth moved grudgingly.

Should I be?

Is not five hundred thousand a sum beyond sums? Even you might be sold for a number close to that figureand the price still rises!

Eloque prodded Azam, wondering if she could stir him to anger or any emotion. She succeeded, but to her surprise, it was a smile that flashed across his face. His lips quirked, then his face went flat.

It is a number. Should I respect another digit on the end? You nor I will never hold nor be able to use such a sum.

This was true, but Eloque was still impressed by it. More than thatthis was not the reason Azam stared at Pisces, then.

Do you think it is too low, then? You sometimes stare at the adventurer.

His eyes flicked to hers again and Eloque felt a shock as the power in him revealed itself. Azam frowned. He was displeased.

We walk for days without end. There is little to stare at.

Eloque rested her chin on the lip of the wagon and then winced as it jolted and her jaw clicked together. She rose, rubbing at the spot.

Azam, are you avoiding the question?

The Djinni looked at her, and then away. His eyes focused on Pisces, dismissively.

His worth is due to fame. Not his power. Rather than thatthis sum you make much of. All the numbers being shouted so loudly by our master

He nodded to Igheriz, still rapturously calling out. Azam glanced at Eloque and hesitated, but then lowered his voice slightly.

They are far too low, and directed upon the wrong target. The adventurer is worth far less than the book.

Eloques eyes widened. She looked at Azam and realized. The Djinni was not staring at Pisces for interest in the man.

The book? What did Azam see with his power in the book?

Her curiosity grew still further, and Eloque resolved to talk to Pisces. Perhaps to gain the measure of a man worth half a million gold pieces.

-

It was midday when the final announcement came. The hoarse [Mage] shouted, eyes bulging.

Emira Se-Hexri has placed another fifty thousand gold on Pisces!

Murmurs arose. Pisces looked up, scarcely believing it himself. He was now worth seven hundred and fifty eight thousand gold pieces.

For that kind of money, you could buy a Named-rank adventurer! A cheap one, if they were on the market!

Hrome was astounded. Igheriz was dancing, in the greatest of moods. It was down to two now.

Se-Hexri and Yazdil. The two were bidding slower now, reaching their limit. Pisces couldnt understand why this female Emira wanted him, but he had a suspicion. Maybe

As for the Naga? The [Mage] hesitated, put a finger to his brow. He reconfirmed, then whispered.

The Naga tires of the bidding. He has put the price for Pisces Jealnet at nine hundred thousand gold pieces, and invites the Emira to go by the hundred thousand from now on.

Dead silence reigned in the caravan. Then Igheriz laughed, the wild laugh of a man who had struck all lotteries. However, Hrome shook his head, nearly white with shock himself.

There is no way she has enough to match that. Se-Hexri would beggar herself already, whatever fortune she has stashed away. There is no way

And the spellbook is still to be auctioned! But we will keep that secret until I reach Roshal. I need not want for goldand I shall give you 1% of what I now earn, Hrome! Never let it be said your generosity goes unpaid!

Igheriz laughed and laughed. Pisces waited, but Se-Hexri had nothing more to bid. The true power behind her could have bid more, but he would have had to justify why.

So the Necromancer raged and the Naga won. As he always did. Now, Pisces felt the chains grow tighter, for here was a nine hundred thousand gold [Slave]. If there ever had been any chance of sweet-talking the [Guards]now there was none. Each one had been promised a bonus for delivering Pisces. Hundreds or thousands of gold pieces; a pittance compared to what Igheriz would get!

If there was any danger, it was to the Caravan Master, Pisces realized. So did Igheriz. He now knew he carried true value, and Hromes speed would be essential. Howeverany thoughts of quickly taking Pisces themselves that surely existed in the [Guards] minds were forestalled because of one being.

Azam. The Djinni hovered, watchful, above them all. Igheriz turned to Pisces, smiling wide.

You will be sold for more than even Azam, Pisces! More than you are worth, I think. Because Azam is mightiest of all. But thenso goes fame! I am minded to celebrate, but we do so only when we stop! To Roshal! Faster and faster!

Still, he made merry that night. And that was how Pisces discovered who Eloque was. And how he began to see deeper into Roshals depths.

-

That night, Igheriz made merriment with wild abandon. He drank, opened a rare cask of wine he had been intending to sell, ate liberally, and shared his good mood even with the [Slaves].

Especially Pisces. The [Necromancer] was allowed to drink, and did so. He drank and drank and carefully made sure Igheriz didnt see how much was going onto the ground.

This was an opportune moment. The caravan was wildly excited with how much gold was promised for Roshal and they would be going fast to Lailight Scintillation, the port-capital said to be one of the wonders of the world.

Theyd be more vigilant after this night. If there was ever a time to make a move, however incautiousit would be when Igheriz was in his cups. Pisces was ready. HoweverIgheriz surprised him in the worst of all ways.

II knew you were lucky, Pisces. But this is more than you or I dreamed, eh? I will convey you to the Naga and be rich beyond dreams. Soso let us have fun! Eloque! Astotha, fetch her. And you, Pisces. Which one of Hromes or mine would you fancy? Cawe? I see you talking.

Pisces froze, cup halfway to his lips in a feigned drink.

What do you mean, Igheriz?

To bed! I will be generous. A [Slave] may sleep with another [Slave], but only if their master lets them! Sometimes for childrenbut who do you want?

No one.

The [Necromancer] replied instantly. His skin crawled. Igheriz waved a finger.

Ah, ah! You are going to offend me, Pisces. And I told you, I do not like offense. We wont watch, will we, Hrome?

The other [Slave Trader] looked half insensible himself, but he had called for his own personal [Slaves]. Pisces bit his lip.

Cawe, then.

He had no ill intentions, but better to escape and have a chance to talk with her than anything. Igheriz beamed.

Excellent! Fetch Caweno, make her presentable first. They will have one tentand I? There you are, Eloque. Pisces, come meet my personalmasterpiece. Do you see? Do you understand my genius?

Pisces head turned. He saw the least talked-of [Slave] in Igherizs caravan. For a second he didnt understand. Then he dropped his cup and saw.

Eloque was a Lizardfolk woman. Astotha had told Pisces that she had been beautiful, acquired by Igheriz in some port, and the [Slave Master] had been instantly besotted. However. She was still Lizardfolk and Igheriz was a Stitch-man.

So. Igheriz had done something to her to make her more presentable.

There is nothing more beautiful than cloth, Pisces. If I marry, it will be one of my people. Silk, if they will have me. But a mans tastes go to the exotic, so Eloque I will keep. And she looks far better to me, already. I have had Humans, other people adorned just so, but had to sell them. Is she not beautiful? Do you see?

Pisces looked at Eloque and sawthread. Thread, amidst scales. She looked at him, and he saw how she looked as patchwork as Stitchfolk. Igheriz had changed her by sewing string into her body, mimicking the seams of Stitchfolk around her joints.

Eloque. Come here.

Igheriz beckoned with his oddly wet hand. He saw Pisces looking at him, and mistook the wide eyes for curiosity.

You see my cloth here? It is Watercloth, a simple name for such a rich thing. You see? Always it produces water. It is strong too, but it has many uses! Especially when travelling or in the bedroom. Hah!

He made a gesture, and then looked at Pisces.

I felt a connection with your captain, Ceria Springwalker. The one with the bone hand? I am like her, you see? Well, I admire your friend, Yvlon Byres greatly. Both speak to my people.

Pisces ears rang. He saw Eloque walking slowly over to Igheriz. He saw her look at him and one lookPisces lips moved before he could stop himself.

You think you are like Ceria, Igheriz? Ceria? Hold your tongue. You dont deserve to compare yourself to her boots.

Hrome stopped pawing at his [Slaves]. Igheriz, the [Guards] joining him for libations, and Eloque all looked up.

The [Slave Master] was still smiling, but suddenly all noise had stopped. He turned his bright eyes onto Pisces, and replied slowly.

That sounds like an insult, Pisces. Of course, I heard you wrong. So I give you a chance to clarify your words.

The [Necromancer] hesitated. He heard every instinct in his sensible mind tell him to apologize, not to say what was boiling within him. He was not Yvlon! He was not Ceria! He was

He looked at Eloque and the words tumbled out.

You heard me, Igheriz. You monster.

The Stitch-man looked around. He laughed, and some of the others picked it up, but suddenly the air was changed. Igheriz rose.

This astounds me. A [Necromancer] disdains me. Me? You make puppets out of the dead, Pisces, and I did not say as much, but you call me a monster?

He looked down at Pisces, eyes far, far too bright. Had Pisces seen him sniffing at something while drinking? It wouldnt surprise him.

Pisces rose as well. The [Necromancer] was shaking.

I am a [Necromancer]. I use dead bodies. The dead. Not the living. It is true, I have done terrible things. In my greed and arrogance, I have unleashed horrors. Because I was too incautious, I have seen those I loved die. I have evencreated a monster.

He thought of Toren and shook his head. Pisces looked around the tent, at the [Slavers].

I was at the Village of the Dead. I saw the thing that lay in the center, the Putrid Ones last servant. I felt it touch me and rot my flesh like carrion and pestilence. It seemsso pleasant compared to here.

He fixed Igheriz with a look. The Stitch-man had begun to laugh, a dangerous laugh. Hrome looked at Pisces, shocked, even daring to be disappointed. The [Necromancer] spat.

You all disgust me. I will never be like you. I see beauty in death and life. You? All you can do is ruin what you touch and find more innocents to torture. I have seen Crelers, and even they look less horrific by comparison to

He got no further because Igheriz struck him. The Stitch-man leapt across the tent and backhanded Pisces so fast the young man couldnt dodge. Somethingrage or the drug had given Igheriz speed.

And strength. Pisces felt his cheek cut against his teeth and went stumbling down.

So. I offer you everything, I give you my friendship and you insult me.

Igheriz bellowed. He kicked at Pisces; the young man rolled. Pisces reached for somethingthe fork hed been eating with! He rose, eyes blazing, fork raised in his manacled hands to stab

He couldnt move his arms. He couldnt even lift them higher than his chest. Pisces stared at his trembling limbs.

The [Slave Master] laughed. He struck Pisces again, a blow that took Pisces stumbling backwards.

A [Slave] wearing a collar cannot raise their hands! Say it again, Pisces! Say it again, how I disgust you!

He kicked at Pisces. The [Necromancer] tried to roll, but ran into the tent flap. Then Igheriz was on him, and the [Guards]. They didnt stop him. They joined in.

You offend me, Pisces.

Blows rained down from the Stitch-man onto Pisces. It was not the first time hed been beaten like this; Pisces curled up, protecting his face, exposed parts. The beating lasted minutes, but Igheriz was panting quick, running out of stamina.

Pisces stared up with cold hatred at the [Slave Master], seeing Eloque cowering, Hrome calling for Igheriz to stop before he damaged Pisces. The [Slave Master]s mouth was flecked with spittle and his eyes were rolling. He looked at Pisces.

You have offended me once. Do you think I cannot discipline you before you go to Roshal?

I know you cant kill me.

The [Necromancer] spat blood. He stared up at Igheriz. He saw the mans face twist and realized, too late, he had gone too far.

Cant? I cant do anything? Do you think you are special because the Naga wants you? That I am not sole master? Dagger! Bring him outside!

The [Guards] hesitated. Igheriz spun.

Azam! Dagger!

They dragged Pisces out. Azam, the Djinni appeared, and Hrome fell back from grabbing Igheriz. Pisces found himself pinned by one huge hand.

What do you will, Master?

Azam had Pisces legs; two [Guards] each arm, which they sat on. Igheriz strode forwards.

He had a dagger. Just a steel dagger. Pisces stared up at him. The [Slave Master] was still foaming with rage. Yet he had calmed into something far more terrifying than before.

I am punishing Pisces, Azam. Hold him. Protect me as always. Piscesyou have offended me once. This is what I do to those who offend me. Once. Azam. That brazier. Bring it over.

The Djinni did not need to move. He just reached out. One of the huge braziers set up for warmth and light at night was placed next to Igheriz.

The Stitch-man kept well free of the fire, which he feared, but he lifted the dagger in his watercloth hand.

You see? I fear no fire with this! And thisdo you think I am afraid of injuring my property, Pisces? Tell me I am a monster.

He stuck the dagger in the fire. Pisces saw the blade begin to heat up. He began to struggle.

Igheriz. Igheriz, Iapologize.

You do, do you? Well, I will listen to how sorry you are. Hold him down.

Caravan Master Igheriz. Pisces is

Hrome froze as Igheriz whirled. There was a deadly look in the mans eyes now.

The Naga can repair anything he wishes. But this? You and I have met, Pisces.

He drew the dagger, tip now glowing. Pisces began to struggle hard, but the Djinni and [Guards] had hold of him. Igheriz bent down, and yanked Pisces robes aside.

You and I have met. And now you will remember it in more than words.

Igheriz. I apologize! Stop! Enough! I apologize, I

The man began to draw on Pisces chest with the glowing blade. It was only then Pisces began to shout. Then scream. The others, [Slaves], [Guards], Hrome, and Azam watched. Only the Djinni did not look away. He just met Pisces eyes. For he had seen worse.

-

Her first meeting with Pisces the [Necromancer] had not gone well.

For him. Eloque watched the entire event unfold silently, wishing she could tell him to shut up. The young man was as foolish as most [Slaves] taken from outside of Chandrar.

Even so, he did not beg. He did not shriek like some did. He was an adventurer, for all that was worth.

Anda [Necromancer]. That was the curious thing. Eloque kept thinking of it that night, as [Slaves] tended to Pisces and Igheriz stormed about, laughing and drinking and raging by turns. He didnt forget her of course, but Pisces had stung him, so Igheriz slashed the air with his sword and everyone stayed out of his way.

For sport, he beat the [Cook], Bearig, as if it were his fault for being tethered next to Pisces. Now that man begged and cried outwhich alleviated his suffering. Eloque could hear the laughter as he pleaded for mercy, calming Igheriz.

That was not what Eloque thought of. She tuned it out, and thought of Pisces words. How he had stood there, in the tent, and dared Igherizs wrath.

I will never be like you. He had said that to Igherizs face, calling what he did monstrous. Oh, Eloque had enjoyed that. Yet he confused her.

He was a [Necromancer]. It was not illegal to be one in Baleros like other continents, or so Eloque had been told, but the undead were still horrifying to her. Rotting flesh. Disease. [Necromancers] animated dead bodies.

He thought of himself as better than Igheriz? Eloque began to sneerthen fell silent.

Perhaps he is.

The dead could not suffer. She hoped he would not heal too badly or catch infection. A brave young man, with morals, ill-suited to Igherizs company.

A foolish one too, to let his tongue wag so.

But brave. She liked him because he brought a mind and voice far from Chandrar to this place, [Necromancer] or not.

-

Everything changed after that.

Pisces was no longer favored. He was chained, treated like the othersbut worse, because everyone knew he had fallen from favor.

The branding took a long time to heal. He was only given a tiny bit of potion. And it would notheal. Not that. Not burns.

Igheriz was not just evil, Pisces realized. But truly mad. Eloque was proof of that. So was Pisces.

He will kill you. Offend him three more times and you die. He does it, for [Slaves] who matter.

Astotha took a bit of his pain, treated him. Pisces stared at his burned, raised flesh. Igheriz hadwritten his name there. Across his chest.

Three more times? What can he do worse?

He laughed, almost hysterically. Astotha stopped brushing a bit of potion onto him and looked at him.

Pisces. That was only the first. The second time, he beats you to almost death. The third? He cuts off your balls. The fourthhe kills you. No matter who. You think he wont do it? He will, even if the Naga wants you.

The [Necromancer] looked up. Astotha stared at him, and then away.

And you are his [Slave]?

I have no choice. He is fine if he is not angered. Well. Mostly.

Pisces looked at her. Around the tent. He was developing a hatred for Chandrar he had never felt before, not for his father, not for anyoneno. Just Roshal. Just Igheriz.

The worst part was what the [Slave Master] had called his perversion of Eloque. Beautiful. As if he was making art. That was how he thought of it.

ArtPisces fell into troubled dreams. Because he remembered true art.

-

Her name was Gewilena. She was a [Necromancer]. Noshe was different. She had a class, and it was [Artist of Bone].

She was the first person that the boy Pisces had met, one day after hed run away from his training, sobbing and tired of learning the art of the sword. Hed met her in a forest and shed been as terrified as he.

Whywhy are you upset, young man? Youre from the manor, arent you?

Padurn Jealnet taught the rich scions of the noble family how to fence. Pisces stared at the woman, who was hiding something behind her back.

My fathers the [Fencer] who teaches them. I hate him.

You hate your father? Thatsterrible. I didnt expect to find anyone here, you know. Why, are the lessons hard?

She edged back. She had been in a cave he had run into, thinking to hide here. It was clear of wildlife, but there was somethinghe tried to see.

Im better than everyone. Everyone but him, but he says Im not good enough. I like magic more. The [Mage] teaches me, but he wont let me learn. Whowho are you? Whats that?

Gewilena froze. She was in her mid-thirties, though she had looked far older. Pisces would always remember her as beingfurtive. Looking over her shoulder. She rarely relaxed, unless she was around him. Young and old. As innocent as could be, laughing, delighted, or older from what she had lived through. She had tried to block him, to destroy itbut he had seen.

An undead. But not like any undead he had ever seen, before or since. She had been working on a torso of bone, a creation. Her creations. She had even begun to paint it, having taken the bones from this cave to work.

Gewilena was a [Necromancer], but she created undead slower than even natural magic. She createdPisces had fled the staring face, the alien structure. He had fled in a panic as she cried out for him not to tell anyone, that she wasnt hurting anyone!

No being, not even Crelers or the most foreign monsters had ever looked like that to Pisces. It was what Erin or Ryoka would have called alien. He had run, accepted his punishment, and never breathed a word about Gewilena, although he had known what she was.

[Necromancer]. A class outlawed. He had fled her, but he told no one. Because after the horror had faded, the shock that something could exist that was so illegal to the world the young boy knew

He had found the undead beautiful too.

That was how Pisces had first met Gewilena. It would not be the last, and in time, they would become friends. That was how he had started down the road to [Necromancy].

Her art had ended up all being destroyed. Every creation burned by the [Lord] of the manor. She had burned with them. Pisces fault.

Yet Gewilenas art had never been made of people. It had been made of corpses long abandoned, animal bone. It hurt no one, he had screamed. All she had wanted was to make her art, beauty as she saw it. She had never taken a life, never harmed anyone.

Igheriz? They were not the same. There was no evil inherent in [Necromancy]. Danger, yes. But [Slavers] and [Slaves] were made of pain. It would never be the same for Pisces.

Never.

-

He saw the key to his collar for the first time the day after offending Igheriz. Pisces stumbled in the lines of [Slaves], pain-ridden. Every time the robes brushed against the skin, he shuddered, in fury as much as pain.

Out of favor, and the [Slavers] finally treated him like the others. Blows if he wasnt quick enough, spitting on him, at him, insults

He had offended their precious pride by calling them monsters, and favoritism quickly flipped around. All but Hrome, who still seemed to secretly like Pisces.

One of the [Slavers] struck Pisces across the back with a long stick he liked to lash the [Slaves] with. He drew something from his neck and waved it at Pisces.

You offended Igheriz, eh? Youll never remove that, not without magic. And you tried to strike him? Foreigners. Didnt know, eh? Your collar stops you hurting us. You need this if you want to make a fair fight, and Id take you, fancy rapier or not.

Pisces stared up at the glinting key, inset with a gem on the handle. He frowned.

No visible magic. But a key was still a key. Pisces stared at it. What curious teeth! There were two sets, in some sort offorked prong. He couldnt understand the mechanism by which it would open the cuffs.

Magic, not tumblers. Another reason no [Thief] would free themselves, not even Cawe. He didnt reply as the [Guard] taunted him, merely memorized the keys shape.

It was Igheriz who rode over and struck the [Slaver]. Hard. The man screamed and fell from his horse, clutching at his back. The [Slave Master] was in a bad mood after yesterdays hangover and his rage against Pisces. Eloque was nowhere to be seen.

You idiot! Wave that key about and I will break your hands and leave you in the sands, understand? Pisces. You are no longer in favor, eh? This saddens me. However, we still march in your company, so smile, smile!

Pisces stared up at him. Igheriz grinned and spurred his horse onwards. Hestill acted like they were friends. Even though Pisces was out of favor, and he expected Pisces to at least pretend to play to the part.

Madness.

No healing meant Pisces face and limbs were swollen and he was exhausted, trying to keep moving. It was Bearig who helped Pisces, supporting his arms. Cawe too, though mainly with encouragement.

You idiot. Didnt you learn to keep your mouth shut to the [Guards]? More fool you for getting branded. Cheer up. At least youll only lose your balls if you make him mad two more times. You dont want to know what happens to women.

Qshom, Astotha, Droppe, and Shein all helped too. Astotha most of all, taking bits of Pisces pain for him. They had formed around him, a group of sorts. Sonaturally. But then, they were [Slaves]. Pisces hazily remembered that was how it happened.

-

When Pisces ran away the second time to join Gewilena, it was after months of learning from her in secret. It started with questions about why, how, and more. Learning the law wasnt the law, that [Necromancy] wasnt evil, all of it was a slow process.

He joined her cabal. [Necromancers] hiding out, glorifying Azkerash, all taking to death magic for different reasons.

Talent, a desire to emulate the great evil of Terandria for their own hatred of this land, baser fascination with death, a sense of being outcast

Pisces didnt care for many of them. Gewilena was whom he admired. She was among the best of them, but she didnt create zombies or seek vengeance. She had taught him well, and he joined their cabal.

They attempted to farm like Silvaria had once done, but ran afoul of insects and plague. They kept ahead of the law, [Knights] and [Guards], fighting sometimes, fleeing and hiding most of the time.

They argued politics, envisioned a better future, and studied magic. Erin had called them death hippies when she had pried part of the story out of Pisces, and he had no idea if that was accurate.

What he had known were his friends. Gewilena, Ama, Feren

Well, Ama and Feren were their names, but they took on pretentious airs. That was how Pisces had stopped using Pisces Jealnet. If they were to be outcasts, they should be as royal as those pretentious [Lords] and [Ladies]!

Feren du Aquinteis, his assumed title, had been the leader of the cabal, who had to clash with the other [Necromancers] who wanted to lead them to conflict, root out the ones who were bad, fighthe was the best of them.

Level 30, although hed barely gotten there and Pisces had privately believed Gewilena had been better, just refused to use her full powers. Nevertheless, Feren had been good. Hed heard Pisces was good with a rapier, but refused to get a class, and theyd become friends, or a kind of mentor and student.

Come on, Pisces. Learn the damn spell!

He never struck Pisces, but he wasnt the best teacher. Gewilena was patient; Feren was not. Nor did Pisces want to learn.

Its not fair.

Feren swished the practice sword hed made out of bone impatiently. He had begun to dye his hair, in emulation of Azkerash, his hero, despite being older than Gewilena, even.

Its a spell to replace a Skill! Fair? I told you to use everything you can to win a fight!

Pisces had, back then, still believed in Padurns teachings about how to fight, for all he refused to take the class. Hed protested, but Feren had overruled him as Gewilena worked on her next masterpiece. They rarely had any function, for all they were undead; they could barely defend themselves. They were just for beauty.

Some of the cabal had left because of the perceived waste. That was fine; Feren could create strong enough undead to protect them all. Food was harder. Sometimes they stole, sometimes they had to intimidate or raid caravans. So he trained Pisces.

They care nothing for us. A fair fight doesnt exist when eight [Knights] are charging at you, Pisces. Soonce again. [Flash Step]! Azkerash himself used this spell!

Pisces hoped Feren had survived. When his father had tracked him down, after an unwise visit to his mother, the [Lord] had arrested half the cabal and put most to death. All but Pisces, who was returned to Padurn until he escaped.

Did Feren live? Ama? Pisces had seen Gewilena die, and he thought he would never hear a worse sound than that. Her sobbing as her creations died. He had run from Terandria, to learn magic where Azkerash once had.

He thought he would never hear a worse sound than that.

He was wrong.

-

Pisces learned of the holiday of Leciaun shortly after Cinaelu and the dramatic battles with Khelt and the King of Destruction.

Everyone was jumpy, watching Azam. The Djinni had heard about his cousin being freed, but he made no sign of emotion. Nevertheless, Igheriz had been ready to send Azam to capture the rogue Djinni himself.

The King of Destruction broke a Djinnis chains. Will Roshal refuse to trade with him?

Whispers ran down the line of slaves. Pisces listened with half an ear; politics and the King of Destruction seemed far away, but he had to remind himself that he was now within the same continent as that legendary [King].

Surely not. They wouldnt throw over the King of Destruction for saving his own neck.

Droppe opined, fancying himself the final word on such things. Qshom sighed tiredly, glancing back and clearly wishing his head could take a ride on the wagon with Eloque.

Explain, Droppe.

Thank you, Qshom. Ill give you some of my rations

Everyone else groaned as Droppe began to lecture.

You see, its about cost and gain and the message theyre sending. If they went after the King of Destruction for freeing Djinni, all of Chandrar would agree. Yet he clearly did that as a last resort on a Djinni-attack from Nerrhavias Fallen. Thereforeshould we blame the King of Destruction? He was an inch from death!

That he can at all should terrify any.

One of the [Guards] leaned over his camels back and spat, giving Azam a wary look. The Djinni was expressionless, moving far ahead of the caravan as per Igherizs orders. Droppe gave the man a sly look.

Ah, but it could have backfired. Fear not! No Djinni will be freed even if the King of Destruction gets his hands on them. He is no idiot! They would roast him before flying offno, I believe Roshal will give him small favors, and other nations condemn fools who would involve Djinni in this war. Leave them to serve; there are few enough of them anyways!

Igheriz himself listened and nodded, smiling.

Just for that, Droppe, I will put in a good word for you at the market! Someone remember to give him wine tonight, eh? For easing our minds.

The Lizardman tried to bow, grinning broadly. Igheriz did seem to relax, as well as the other [Guards] who had been nervously fingering their hilts every time Azam passed by.

Pisces just frowned to himself, wondering if Droppe was right. Even if he washe looked ahead towards Bearig.

Roshal seems to be a major power.

The [Cook] stared ahead until he realized Pisces was talking to him, and then jumped.

What? Er, yes, Adventurer Pisces!

Its just Pisces, Bearig. Do you know much about this?

The man tried in vain to wipe at a sweating brow.

No more than any other Chandrarian, Pisces. Which is more than someone from Izril I supposeyouve never seen Djinni?

Never, aside from scrying orbs. Wistram doesnt keep them. Their binding spells can interfere with magic, we had Golems andthere are too many things for them to exploit.

Theres some wisdom, sir. Not that Id turn down a Djinni as someone to chop things or haul buckets, but you know what happens if they get loose?

Pisces nodded. Both Bearig and Cawe shuddered, a reflex Pisces found intriguing. He walked forwards a bit, so he and Bearig were closer and Cawe did likewise.

So, Roshal as a power interferes only in matters of Djinni.

The [Cook] nodded solemnly.

Theyre slaves as much as we are. Any nation or power in Chandrar would do the same; we only hear of Roshal because Master Igheriz is from there. Only a fool frees Djinni, Pisces. A man as desperate as the King of Destruction, or something foul like, likeDemons.

He searched for someone evil enough to meet his criteria. Pisces was only glad he hadnt gone for [Necromancers] first.

Drily, the young man cast his eyes across the caravan.

So Roshal fears Demons too, eh?

They send vast stores of goods and a tithe of their own to Rhir, Pisces. More than most nations.

Really. Is that in their oaths pledged to help Rhir? Why would that be?

Bearig shrugged.

I dont think so. They support Rhir. Strongly. They fear things likethe Demon Kings Deaths. The Death of Magic has returned. So they say they can never be killed. Roshal doesnt want them getting free any more than most. Less than most, perhaps. If the Deathless

Shut up there!

A blow came swinging in so fast from the side that Pisces barely dodged it. Bearig was clubbed and fell down, yanking Pisces low. A [Guard] snarled at the two, on edge.

Talking about Demons next! And the Dthem! Bad luck! Talk about free Djinni or Rhir one more time and Ill lash you both!

And Ill kick you in the balls for making me fall over.

Cawe snapped at both of them, spitting sand out of her beak. Pisces sighed. He fell silent with Bearig as the man felt at his side, wincing. Instead, Pisces turned his gaze ahead to the source of all this paranoia and fear.

Azam.

It was another reminder the Djinni was a slave toobut not like them. He cared nothing for the other [Slaves], and would knock them aside. They were ants to him.

However, he was needed and Igheriz could not put him aside. After all

They were attacked.

A night raid, three days after the branding. It was fast, quick, and Pisces stayed in the tent throughout all of it.

To leave would have been to be prey to the [Guards] and their attackers, even if he could have levered out the peg hammered into the ground; only Azam could do that, as he was the one who drove them in.

The attack came in the middle of the night, and eight [Guards] died. The attackers came in with swords, arrows, sneaking up on the sentries, and they might have killed both caravans [Guards] and freed the slavesor captured them themselvesif it werent for Azam.

Igheriz could fight. He had an enchanted sword, and Hrome might have been decent and his [Guards] average, but Azam tipped the scales. The Djinni strode about, killing the attackers with swift blows from his hands, ignoring their blades and arrows that bounced off his skin.

When it was over, Igheriz interrogated one of the attackers. Pisces didnt see that eitherbut he heard the screams. He only heard what was said after, by Astotha, the [Slaves] who had heard the [Guards] talking.

Merr! We received orders to free Merr! Andget the [Necromancer]! Pisces!Someone hired our boss to make the raid!

-

Damned bandits! This is what comes of taking the direct route! We pass too close to Savere and the Siren respects not even Roshal! Something must be done, Hrome. We must join forces or hire more guards. Azam cannot be everywhere!

It was Savere, the lawless country run by a [Bandit Queen] that had launched the attack. Not formally; it was one group among many, but Igheriz was worried.

Pisces wondered who had hired the [Bandits]. Perhaps a certain someone after the auction had failed? If so, more attacks might be coming. This one had been too close already; they had been going for the [Slave]s tents to free them, Pisces had learned.

But for Azam.

It was then that Hrome and Igheriz began casting a wider net for support. Roshal protected its ownfor a fee. However, it was easier to look for allies in the area. They found it in a third caravan, the largest and wealthiest by far.

Do you know this [Slave Master]? The Emir?

Igheriz was dubious as the joined caravan went to meet the third. There would be no danger if they joined three groups into one, or so he hoped. Hrome shook his head, frowning.

Not personally. Riqrema Medaale isunpredictable. They say he has lands not far from here. But it would be best to treat him with all respect, Igheriz.

Hes unpredictable?

Pisces stared at Igheriz. The [Slave Master] was insanity personified to Pisces. Yet somehow, the adventurer had yet to see the worst. He saw Igheriz check the sky and curse.

We will not reach this Riqrema today. Tomorrow, perhaps. Yes, it might be well. Todayit has been tiring on all of us. This attack, the pace. But given that it is three days after Cinaelu

He glanced around and raised his voice significantly. The [Guards] had been frayed with nerves ever since the raid and losing eight of their number. They glanced up, and looked excited. Hrome nodded.

You think we should stop now?

Yes. Of course! Let us make camp early. ThenLeciaun!

Igheriz clapped his hands. Pisces heard a low moan run through the [Slaves]. Cawe had frozen. Bearig looked pale and sick.

What is Leciaun? Thats not a Chandrarian holiday.

Pisces knew all the major ones, or so he thought. He heard no answer from Cawe. Bearigs face turned towards Pisces, struggling to come up with a reply. It was Droppe who answered.

Its not one. Roshal created it after Cinaelu, long ago, but only they truly celebrate it. Especially in the caravans. Itsto ensure obedience.

Pisces head slowly turned. He did not like the way Droppe was telling him this. He did not likewhat he guessed was meant.

What is Leciaun, Droppe?

The [Broker] glanced at him.

You cant guess? A day for the [Guards] to do what they want. The ones who have done the best. Everyone is fair gameeveryone but the [Slaves] most favored by Igheriz and Hrome. The [Guards] cant permanently damage anything. But beyond that theyre free to doanything.

Pisces sensed Cawe shuddering. He looked around, and once again noticedto almost exclusion, Hrome and Igheriz employed almost all men. If there were female [Slave Traders], and there surely were, they operated differently.

This? The [Slaves] were herded into camp. They were untethered, and then the [Guards] looked at them, separated them.

And Leciaun began.

-

Pisces heard a sound as terrible as when Gewilena had died. He was untouched. He sat, in Igherizs personal tent.

The [Slave Master] did not partake in Leciaun. Why would he? He owned everyone here, so that day was every day to him. He drank as Eloque poured him wine.

Do you know why I called you here, Pisces?

The Gold-rank adventurer barely heard him. He was hearing the sounds from the camp. Cries and laughter andhe tried not to listen. He was unable to block it out. Wouldnt have, if he could.

He had heard and seen terrible things. Pisces had fought Crelers, gone into the heart of the Village of Death. He had beheld Skinner. Even so. He realized something as he sat here.

That wasnt evil. The image of evilthe [Necromancer] had a different perspective than most. Even so, he realized that evil wasnt the image of wailing organs, the gurgling rasping of monsters or the hidden nightmares in the center of a dungeon, in dark places where they waited on the edge of where reality met dreaming.

That might have been horror. But it was not evil. Evil? Evil was mundane and around him. There was no law here to stop anything happening. Igheriz was the law, him and Hrome, and they encouraged freedom.

Leciaun. Roshals answer to Cinaelu, the day of freedom.

True evil sounded like weeping. Silence and grunting and sounds ofPisces looked up.

Why am I here, Igheriz?

In this moment, he would have done almost anything to stop this. The [Slave Master] saw it. He grinned.

You might do something today, eh. That is what I thought. So I called you here, Pisces. Because you are an adventurer. You think you have control. Even now. Even though I wrote my name on your chest, you would do something stupid and I would have to hurt you.

Pisces thought he heard Cawes voice. He put his feet under him.

Shouldnt I?

Igheriz just laughed at him.

You cant raise your hands to me, Pisces. This? This is a lesson. Maybe even a mercy, for I like you. Sleep.

Pisces eyes widened. He rose to his feetand toppled over as the collar blazed with magic. When he woke, Leciaun was done.

Igheriz had done him no mercy.

-

The next day, Pisces woke in silence. Ohnoise from the [Guards]. They boasted and laughed, in good humor afterwards. [Slavers]. He would have killed them like Mrsha had once tried to kill Badarrow, with a piece of wood or dagger through their ears if he could raise his hands.

But it was silent on the [Slave]s side of things. No one spoke. A few tried to comfort or reach outbut those taken did not want to be touched.

The worst part? Few wept. It had happened before and it would happen again.

Some had been exempted. Astotha, for instance, and Eloque. A few favored [Slaves]and not all [Guards] had been allowed to take part. Those who did swaggered around, taunting those who had not.

Cawe said nothing to Pisces or Bearig that day as they were chained up. She didnt look at anyone or anything. The feathers on her neck weretorn, Pisces realized. As if someone had plucked them out in a handful. As they began to walk, a [Slave Guard] rode past and made a gesture.

I will see you next Leciaun, lovely bird!

The [Pickpocket] shuddered. Qshom saw Pisces head go up.

Stop.

The [Tailor] warned Pisces. The [Necromancer] looked at the mans horse. If he could get it to rear, let it toss him and snap his neck

He moved out of line. Bearig slammed into Pisces, a shoulder-charge so hard it knocked both down.

Astonished, Pisces felt the big [Cook] fall on him. He tried to get away, but Bearig swung his clenched hands, striking and pulling at the line.

[Guards] turned and the one whod rode by turned back. Pisces kicked, but Bearig just slammed his full weight onto Pisces.

Enough! Enough! Hey! The [Guards] smile, but the [Slaves] quarrel? Well, I am generous.

Igheriz called out. Bearig was dragged off Pisces and dealt a dozen blows. Pisces stared at the [Cook] as Bearigs blood ran down his neck from a lash from a riding crop. He had a bloody nose.

Why did you do that?

The [Necromancer] demanded, furious. The [Cook] mumbled.

It will do nothing to help. Do not.

Dont.

Cawe whispered. Pisces looked at her for a long, long moment. He thought of Bevussa, the only Garuda he had known besides her. He tilted his head up to the harsh sun and blue skies.

Thank you.

He told Bearig. The man nodded and they resumed. Pisces did nothing, even afterwards. He simply resolved to kill the [Guard], Igheriz, and every other person here. Hatred?

He hadnt known hatred, even against his father, like what was in him now.

Then they met the third caravan.

-

It took two days to reach Riqrema Medaales caravan. In that time, Pisces saw the effects of Leciaun on all the [Slaves]. Not just Cawe or Eloque. Droppe refused to talk to anyone for a day. When he did, he laughed and told jokes and never said a word about yesterday. Many had suffered.

Especially Merr the Storm. The [Bandit Lady] had been the most defiant in Hromes lines, newly enslaved. She had been lashed, beatenHrome had no policy like Igherizs three strikeswithout change.

Then Leciaun had come and gone and she wassilent. She walked in a daze.

Two days. The first day was the worst and Pisces retreated into memories of Gewilena. Of the past. Misery begat misery; he remembered his failures, darkest moments.

Erin dying. What would she say? If she or anyone he had ever loved was here? Ceria? Yvlon, Erin?

He was glad it was him instead. Not that he would have been safe necessarily. A laughing Igheriz had caught him at the end of the day.

Be doubly glad I put you to sleep and watched over you, Pisces! Few men here like such things, but some might leave you something to remember by just because you are famous! Ah, but I am so kind.

He rode off and Pisces nearly threw up his meal keeping all the hatred inside him.

-

They called him Azam.

Mighty Azam. Azam the Powerful.

Azam, Aethertraveller Djinni.

Azam of Ozeclith, of Nerrhavias Fallen.

Names for what he could do, for his power and nature as a Djinni, where he had been born, but none of these names were him. They were labels, like his name itself.

He thought of himself as Azam of course, because one had to have a name. Yet all those of his people who had ever met him told him it wassad.

Sad, short, truncatedan imitation of a true Djinnis name. Those who had given it to him had done it to make him seem like those caught before, who had lived and breathed free air. All it did was inform those who met him he had never been free.

Perhaps for one second. For one infinitesimal momenthe had been. Azam sometimes tried to recall it, wondering if the joy of creation had also been thatthat moment of true freedom before he had sensed the bindings, and begun to learn what he was.

Azam thought of this, his mind going back to the past, as he stood sentry outside the camps. He did not need to sleep the same way other mortals did, though he did need rest. He was different. Djinni. Slave of magic, who would outlive them all.

He thought of the past to ignore Eloques weeping. The other voices he could hear in the camp.

Leciaun.

Did he feel a bit of gratitude towards her? Was that why he talked to her, of all of them? Perhaps. Perhaps because Igheriz turned his attentions to her, and not Azam. No one was safe.

Azam stood there, thinking of the past. Thinking of the news that had given him pleasure. Even hope. The King of Destruction could free Djinni?

Well, it is as the Lizardman said. He will not again.

Azam muttered to himself, a rare utterance to drown out the sound. He looked around.

The sky was so beautiful. The stars, those brilliant lights that were not magic, but something almost akin to his being, hung in the clear sky. Azam could see over the tents, over the walls he had made, in every direction across this flat landscape.

He longed to fly, but he could not. If he could, he would have flown as high as he was allowed, pretending to be sentry. And then he would look

North. Northwest. Azam always stared that way at night. He knew that location, of all others, and always tried to make minute adjustments so he faced it. If anywhere in this world matteredit was there.

And if anything in this world mattered, it was that book that the [Necromancer] held. Azams gaze turned back to the tents. If he could hold it but for a secondno. Igheriz had kept it next to him, even on Leciaun. Azam had hoped.

Not on this day. He let Eloque weep. Tomorrow, if she willed it, he would talk to her for a while.

-

The next day was easier because it began with one of the [Slave Guards] dying. Pisces had thought Igheriz was the most foul man ever to live. That he delved deep into the abyss of mortal suffering and depravity.

No. The truth was he danced on the edge. He laughed there, a monster without redemption.

But not without law. Pisces awoke to find a commotion happening.

No less than six men and Azam dragged a [Guard] out of a tent. Wherehe had accosted Astotha in a continuation of Leciaun.

However, this time, Igheriz had put a stop to it the moment shed cried out. Now? He gestured and his ring glowed.

You worthless sack of hemp! When I say we celebrate Leciaun, it does not mean all that is mine is now free! This is my property! She is my property! Am I not generous? Am I not fair with my possessions? And you touch her?

It was only a moment!

The man protested. Igheriz gave him the bright-eyed look Pisces had come to associate with his true rage.

Well, this will only be a moment.

No

The man tried to fight free, but Azam held him. Igheriz pressed the glowing ring to the mans throat and when it came away, Pisces saw a copy of the same collar around his neck, a glowing band of magic.

No one touches my possessions! No one breaks laws! My laws and Roshals!

Igheriz thundered at Hrome and his [Guards]. The men stood well back, looking palely at the [Guard] with the magic band around his neck. Pisces saw the man gasping and realizedthe magical collar was cutting off his air.

We are not savages. You will all conduct yourselves, or this ones fate will be like a pleasant dream. Am I understood? There is law in Roshal. We are not monsters.

The [Slave Master] cast a glance at Pisces, then. He turned.

Am I understood?

A chorus of quiet murmurs was his answer. Igheriz looked around, spat, and then strode to his horse.

Azam! Break camp! We move!

They left the [Guard] where he knelt, clawing at his neck. He could find no purchase on the magic. His friends and fellows looked back. Astotha looked vindictively back as he tried to beg for Igherizs mercy, call out.

The narrow band tightened. Tightened even as the others rode away. His eyes bulged. His face turned scarlet, then purple. The band tightened

Pisces looked away.

-

Igheriz was madness tempered by only the slightest, deluded belief there was law.

Hrome was justboring. He had allowed Leciaun, but he was less provocative. This was his business, and he still admired Pisces, somehow.

Riqrema Medaale? He was true evil and insanity. Such that within the first minutes of him, Pisces saw it.

Friends! You have come to join our procession to Roshal? Of course you will be safe, and with such valuable merchandise!

The Stitch-Man beamed so widely that Pisces thought he was putting on an air. Igheriz and Hrome clasped arms, smiling.

Emir Riqre had the largest caravan, rich beyond belief. While he had no Djinni and admired Igheriz for that, he had nearly four hundred [Guards], and even more slaves.

Even [Slaves] who watched their own kind. His people were armed with magical weapons and one look at his caravan and Pisces realized that no [Bandits] would free him. Even if there were thousands in a gang, they would be spotted far off and Azam and this Riqre had the forces to repel any attack short of an actual army.

Igheriz was beaming, but only for a moment. Because his smile flickered as he saw something behind Riqre that gave him pause.

Emir Riqrema. What isthat?

The two caravans, [Slaves], all looked over and fell silent. But it was Azam, the great Djinni, who slowly turned his head. And thatPisces saw the Djinni frown.

Behind the Emir Riqre were twomen. Pisces thought they were men. Or had been men.

Hemp-caste Stitchfolk. They wore [Slave]s collars, and they were tightly bound in metal, being carted around behind the Emir on wagons of their own. That was thethe fact.

What was wrong was everything else. They were naked, but Pisces hadnt realized that at first. They had wild eyes. Biggereyesthan they should be.

Their skin was hard, even leathery from time in the sun, but unnaturally tough. Even the most sunburnt skin in the world would not turn into that. They hadclaws.

Claws, almost like a Ghouls. And their faces. Pisces had seen undeath change bodies. He had seen how it turned corpses into Crypt Lords. But these men were alive. Their faces had changed.

Huge jaws, mouths of rows of teeth. They looked like monsters. But they were men.

Ah. You mean my [Carrion Eaters]? Igheriz, you catch me out! They are my special bodyguards, my special people, you see? I would not have let you get within eyeshot of them, but I wished to see this Pisces who is worth so much! You must keep it between us. Roshal frowns on such things.

The Emir laughed lightly, but his [Guards] looked at Igheriz. The [Slave Master] looked back at Pisces. The [Necromancer] saw him lick his lips.

What did even a [Slaver] fear in depravity and misery? Emir Riqre had gone deep. Deeper than even men like Igheriz dared. And that was horrific enough in Erins world. In this?

Those depths answered him.

-

Emir Riqre was mad. So mad that Igheriz actually consulted with Hrome about leaving, but the danger to his caravannot to mention Riqres insistence they visit his lands before going to Roshalcould not be ignored.

He keeps those classes out in the open for all to see! How has not one of Roshal known or dealt with him?

Igheriz whispered hotly to Hrome, pretending to ride next to Pisces and inspect him. The result of course, was that Pisces could hear, despite the bubble of [Silence] theyd made just large enough to envelop him.

Trapped in infinite horror, they began to change. They gainedconditions. Aspects. Skills of a different kind. They waited. Waited, and waited, unable to die, some of them. Some of them clinging onto a hatred that would not leave. A desire for vengeance. If ever there was a chance

If they waited long enough, they might grow strong enough to leave. They pressed at the magic and insides of the jars. Almost. Almostit would just take one earthquake, one chance.

One [Slave] who was like them.

Released, they came out of their prisons and brought vengeance. Death. As much pain as they could inflict before death.

Pisces saw one as he whirled. Emir Riqre was on his feet, annoyed at the interruption to his fun. Igheriz and Hrome turned. They sawa handreach out around a door as the screaming in the corridors stopped.

A hand. The hand was normal. Pale from lack of light. Yet the fingers had grown, and grown, and stretched until they had no limits. No bone. Searching a tiny space for just a crack, just a hint of

The face came next. The body. Pisces looked at a pair of huge eyes. Hair as long as the fingers, twined around a body pallid and naked.

Yet the woman had no mouth. No chest, no throat. That entire region wasgone. Connected only by a bit of flesh she dragged the rest of her body around by. As if she had screamed so much she had torn away everything that could do so.

She looked up, huge, wide eyes focusing. Emir Riqre breathed.

The captives have gotten out.

His [Guards] and servants looked up. The first of the horrors crawled forwardsinto a ball of fire. Riqre had pointed a ring and unleashed a jet of white-hot flames.

The horror did not scream. Itshecould not. It began to burn, but it was reaching for Riqre.

Guard the Emir!

The horrified [Guards] rushed forwards, drawing blades, hacking at the nightmares. They hacked at the dozens of fingers, reaching and twining around them. It took them minutes to kill the thing, even on fire, even under attack from all sides.

Panting, the gore-drenched [Guards] looked up. Emir Riqre turned.

Your servant has unleashed one of my captives! You fool!

Who? What. Eloque?

Igherizs eyes widened as he looked around for his captive. Emir Riqre turned. Hehesitated. Then he smiled wide.

Ah. Not one, was it? I always wondered if they were changing. But I couldnt control them. Now I get to see.

He began to chuckle, then laugh. His [Guards] looked towards the doorway. They saw eyes, figures moving as more screams echoed within the keep.

More were coming.Many more. Riqre turned, almost joyfully.

There you are. Wait. Wait, just a moment.

We have to leave. Emir

The [Head Guard] began to panic. Even Tenir was unable to hide what was happening. But the Emir ignored him. The others shouted, overturned tables, and his servants flocked around Riqre, to defend him, Pisces realized. He was already looking for Igheriz. Cawe, Astotha, Hrome and their peopleall were running.

But Riqres people were almost as mad as he was. They were setting up to fight; this was their place. The Emir ignored everyone as the second horror burst into the room and was cut down. He finally found what he wanted. He strode forwards, beaming, as from every corner and door, his captives returned to end their tormentors once and for all.

The last thing Pisces saw was the Emir striding forwards, holding up a stone.

Tell me one more time: do you love me?

His laughter followed Pisces as he ran. Emir Riqres keep exploded into death and violence. An end to it. No salvation. Just everything he had created.

-

Pisces ran. He had picked up no blade; there was no time, only the need to escape. Igheriz and Hrome fought, with their [Guards].

To the stables! The cells! Grab everything and run, run!

The horrors were in the corridors, killing even the two caravans. They paid less attention to the others, but anyone in their path still died. Pisces saw a bundle of eyes moving, shuffling his wayuntil Igheriz stabbed it. The eyes fellreformed again. It jumped at Igheriz and the man screamed, slashing uselessly; each eye was made of blood, and there were no organs or body to kill

Azam smashed the horror into a wall. The Djinni was roaring, his indignities forgotten. Even now, he was bound to protect.

Run! They will drown this place in death for what has been done! Run!

But for him, none of them would have made it. The Djinni attracted the horrors, slowed them and secured their exit. Everyone ran.

Pisces got separated from the others as something pulled one of the [Guards] screaming into the darkness. He dodged leftand found himself alone.

Could he escape? He had to live first! Pisces ran, swearing, looking around, looking for

He found her by one of the doors to the courtyards. Igherizs caravan and Hromes were fleeing, pursued by shapes, protected by Azams glowing form. Emir Riqres people were dying.

Screams. Pisces stopped, panting. He raised his hands to defend himself or fight past

Eloque?

The stitchedLizardwoman looked at him, eyes wide. She had stopped laughing, by now. She stood there, ignored by the very things she had helped unleash.

Her kin. As tortured as she was.

Its done. Im done. Ive freed us all.

She lifted something in her hands. A dagger. Pisces saw her angle it at her chest, and then Eloque stopped to look at her arms. The sewn stitching between her scalesshe looked at him.

I cant be free of him. You see?

She gestured at the collar at her neck. Her claws trembled as she lifted the blade. She laughed.

I cant even do it myself. Leave me. Ill stay here. Theyll free me.

Eloque looked back. Pisces heard the last of the people within dying. He looked at her. Back.

No. Dont

It was a death more horrible than he could imagine. He could not imagine the crazed things would remember what she had done. Eloque shook her head.

I will not live like this. Do you not see what he did to me? Look? He wanted to make me like him. I cant even remove the thread. Its in me.

She gestured at her body. Pisces looked at her.

Dont. Not here. Dont die. Surely someone is waiting for you? Even

Even me. They were waiting for him. Eloque looked at Pisces. She laughed, and it sounded like glass breaking.

I dont want them to see me! I dont want to live like this! Dont you know what he does? Leciaun? Every day is like that.

I know.

But Pisces didnt know. He couldnt imagine. He didnt even know if she was wrong. He looked past her.

We can run. They dont know where we are.

Theres nothing for me. What would I do, even if I was freed? Like this? Im a monster. Where would I go?

She shouted at him. The [Necromancer] heard a sound from behind. Even so, he looked at her. The Gold-rank adventurer, the [Necromancer], looked at Eloque.

No. I know monsters. You arent one. Igheriz cant make you into one. There is somewhere safe. Theres a future for people like us.

He looked past her. Straight past her, into that past. Looking at the [Necromancer] who had been exiled from Wistram, who had lost his friends. Who trusted no one and nothing. Who lied and stole andhad been coming to this place down Azkerashs lonely road.

Until he met a young woman who had protected him despite it all. Who made fun of him, but who refused to let him die just for being a [Necromancer].

He reached out. He just had to bring Erin back. And then

Come on.

The young man took her arm. Eloque made a sound, but followed him as they ran.

-

For a moment, as they ran out of the keep, Pisces realized he was free. His hand went up to his neck and he remembered that the Emir had removed his collar!

He was free. Riqre was dead.

Pisces slowed. His eyes widened. Eloque, following him, saw the [Necromancer] slow. She wondered if he had changed his mind. Thenhe blurred forwards. Her eyes widened as Pisces [Flash Stepped] forwards.

My magic! My Skills!

He shouted, and looked back at her. Eloque felt her heart leap. Then she heard a sound from behind her.

Something shrieked. A howl? A snarl? It was not either. A wail without end.

Their grace had ended. The horrors behind them had lost themselves to madness. If some had recognized Eloquethese ones flooded out after them. Shapes that twisted and grabbed and screamed.

Hundreds. Pisces blood chilled. He saw Eloque pumping her legs and arms, but she was too slow. They were exploding out of windows, coming out of doorways, through the cracks in stone itself.

Pisces found himself running through the courtyard, for the walls. Yet Riqre spited them even now; the walls were high and there were only a few entrances to his domain, which was defensible.

A trap from within.

Some had made it out. Fleeing [Slaves], and, Pisces thought, both caravans. They were racing away on horseback, [Slaves] and [Guards] alike. Igheriz had escaped.

Pisces and Eloque might not. A shape nearly forty feet long, flat, like a snake, stretched out in front of one of the gates, forming a web out of its body. Eyes looked at Pisces, filmy white, but focusing with malice. He pointed.

[Fireball]!

The spell exploded on the thing andfailed to blow it apart. Something screamed through many tiny mouths, but it refused to give. He recoiled and his mind presented him with a terrible fact.

They were people. They had been people.

They had levels. Or whatever they had gained in the darkness. Perhaps he could kill one

There were far too many.

Something bounded towards Eloque, a mouth full of teeth replacing a body. She spun, dove. It missed and Pisces shouted.

The other gate! Back, back!

They ran as Pisces blasted spells around at the nearest shapes. Many were hunting for Riqres guards, but Pisces was drawing attention by his spellcasting. They began to converge on the last living forms.

Is this how they died? Pisces was shouting. Eloquewas using a Skill. He blinked as he saw her hop, and a monster slammed into the ground.

She was quick, yet his spells and Skills were only delaying the inevitable. Pisces slowed as he saw the gates. They were swarmed with things feasting on the dead. Savaging the captors mutilated parts, as if this was not enough.

They would never make it out of there alive. Pisces looked towards the walls, but didnt know if he could get over. A wall of bones? There were too many things on the walls too. He looked at Eloque. Before he could say anything, she cried out. The Lizardwoman pointed. She spoke, a single word.

A name.

Azam?

Pisces head rose. Then he saw him.

A figure at the gates. Fighting his way forwards.

Azam, the Djinni.

He was covered in wounds, glowing patches on his stone-body. He had been hurt, but he had cleared the horrors, kept them distracted while Igheriz and Hromes caravans fled.

Yet the faster horrors had bogged him down. He was fighting, roaring. Clearing bodies around him with mighty swipes of his fist. His hands glowed and lightning flashed.

It was not enough. The creatures leapt around him, striking, refusing to die. Their hatred kept them standing.

Azam refused to fall. He moved forwards, rocked back as something taller than him stretched up and dealt him a terrible blow. The Djinni stumbled, and raised a fist. He flinched as something flashed past his face.

[Deathbolt].

Pisces saw the giant shape flinch and recoil, sagging down. Azam whirled. He saw Eloque and Pisces.

You?

That was all he had time for. Eloque locked eyes with Azam. Her only companion in their long captivity under Igheriz. Pisces and Azam glanced at each other, both of whom had suffered under Riqre.

The Emir was dead. As his dark deeds fell to ruin from within, the Djinni raised a hand. He cast something down at Eloque and Pisces feet. Something that came out of his hand, his essence and body.

A sword, and a rapier.

Pisces blinked. He looked up at the Djinni. Then he seized the blade. Eloque clumsily lifted hers. They stood together and fought.

The pitch blackness like the insides of the urns drove the horrors mad. They roamed the halls, slaughtering the screaming monsters who had imprisoned them. They turned as they saw the light.

A flaming rapier. A glowing Djinnis eyes. Spells and light. They swarmed towards the gates, into the courtyard. That was where the three stood, fighting, making their way for the outside.

Pisces, whirling, striking with a [Fencer]s grace. Eloque slashing with a fierce desire to live, her stitched scales gleaming under the moonlight, and Azam, roaring, casting spells of his being and swinging, clearing the space around them.

There were hundreds, flocking towards the three who dared to live. Who dared to hope. They shrieked

And were drowned out. Pisces was screaming louder, fighting. Eloque was howling back in their faces. Azams roar was loudest still. Pisces stabbed something and saw a shape as thin as cloth recoil, bursting into flames. He pointed and a [Deathbolt] put it to rest.

The horrors came for the gate as the three retreated through it. They came over the walls, but the trio held them back. They refused to die.

We are guiltless. We were like you.

Did the desperate, suffering things hear them? They attacked, tearingEloque cried out as something bit her across the side. Pisces nearly lost half the fingers on his right hand and his hand was bitten down to the bone as Azam tore it off him. The Djinni bled his magic to the night.

The horrors slowed. They looked at the Human, the Lizardwoman, the Djinni. Then they fell back, towards the keep. They looked back once.

Pisces saluted them with his sword. He didnt know what to say. Eloque just dropped the blade, exhausted. Azam was the one who spoke.

Tyrants and monsters die. Rest, chainbreakers.

They stood there for a second. Then, Pisces turned. The rapier in his hands dissipated. He realized Azam had recalled his being. The Gold-rank adventurer tensed.

Azam stared down at him. He was still chained, and Igherizs slave, Pisces knew this. The [Necromancer] hesitated.

He was nearly out of magic. Yet if he

Azam. We have a chance. Igheriz isnt here to command you. He doesnt even know were alive. Not yet.

Eloque whispered. She looked up at Azam. The Djinni stared down at her.

I am his servant. I cannot flee; he calls me to him already. He will find you both.

The Lizardwoman half-shook her head. She touched her collar, then looked at Pisces.

You do not have to do his bidding now. Azam, please

The Djinni was still as Pisces stared at his face. He looked at Eloque. Then turned away. Azam began striding away from the keep.

I do not. Run.

Eloque watched him go, sagging in relief. Then she looked at Pisces. He nodded.

They ran. For a secondPisces felt perfectly free.

-

The two [Slaves] ran. Ran, into the night. The things didnt follow far. They returned to the keep, breaking it into pieces. The Emir and his people never escaped. Not one.

Overnight, the Emir Riqres fortune and power disappeared. The things he had wrought bore him down.

What did a [Slaver] fear? This. The moment when they stared so deep into that darkness that it pulled them in.

The things at the ruined keep would not endure long, even if they could. Perhaps they might have collapsed, or spread outwards, bringing madness. Or changed yet further. Maybe they would have created a shadow of Riqres misery, so altered as they were.

But they never got a chance. As Igheriz and Hrome fled, both miraculously salvaging most of their caravans, the [Slave Masters] finally alerted Roshal to Riqres madness.

Roshal replied with full attention. From Lailight Scintillation, before anyone could learn of what had been unleashed, came [Slavers]. [Slave Masters] on carpets, with powerful servants and Djinni and artifacts.

They investigated the ruins. Captured what they wanted. Thenwith spells and relics, they burned it to ash. All of it. Any of Riqres associates that had survived this moment?

They would be found and killed. Lest this return. Some things even Roshal did not countenance. That was the end of this tale of horror, which even in Chandrars many myths and fables, was only whispered of.

-

They caught Pisces and Eloque after less than a day.

Igheriz rode down on the two himself. He laughed in delight to find Eloque alive, and Pisces heard her scream and regretted his words to her. He tried to attack, but could not.

A [Slave Lord] pointed down from a carpet. They had joined the hunt.

Capture that [Slave].

Two dozen [Mages] hit Pisces so hard it was over in a second, even as he tried to dodge. Pisces had failed.

He had tried everything to remove Eloques collar, knowing they would be tracked. He didnt have the magic to break the enchantment. He couldnt even fight back; he just saw the flash of magic and woke up two hours later.

They were captured again. The caravan resumed its course.

Not the same, of course. Igheriz and Hrome were changed by what theyd seen. They all were.

And yet, they continued to be [Slavers]. They never questioned what they did, only feared what Riqre had shown them. They had seen every conclusion to the path they took and still they didnt turn away.

That was when Pisces knew there was no redemption here. He planned his escape in earnest.

The first time, he failed.

-

Of all those who had survived Riqres madness, it seemed wrong more [Guards] than [Slaves] should have lived. But they had weapons and werent in cells where they could be butchered.

It was also wrong to say that none of Riqres people had made it out. That was the official line. Yet a few had fled.

His [Slaves]. A handful of [Guards]. Among them

Tenir. The man had followed Igheriz out, even saved the [Slave Master]s life. For that reason, and his shorthanded caravan, Igheriz let him stay. He probably had every intention of replacing him at the next city, but he wanted to make as fast a pace away as possible.

That Tenir was allowed to live after everyone had seen what he had done was due as much to the mans levels as the fact that the [Guards] were so few in number. He was still dangerous.

Still insane. He thought the monsters who had come out of the basement were some kind of underground horrors. He didnt understandrefused to let himself realize what they really were.

Pisces watched him. Igheriz had said no one would lay a finger on the [Slaves], and Tenir had agreed, too shaken to act like normal anyways. But what did that mean?

Absolutely nothing.Riqres madness lingered.

It happened on the fourth night, after the mad, day-long marches had slowed and someone had cracked a jokea bad onefor the first time. After that smiles began, and people began to distance the memory of what had happened.

Pisces was in camp when he saw Tenir stop someone. Merr the Storm. Pisces paused as Tenir pulled her around the stone wall that Azam had raised. He heard a muffled sound.

The [Guard] had a hand over her mouth. He was smiling, laughing.

No, we shouldnt. But if youre that desperate? Just quickly, then. Merr. Its a beautiful name.

Let go ofstop

She was trying to shout, to scream. He had an arm blocking her mouth. Tenir continued his monologue, staring at her face as if he didnt see the fear or horror.

Let me help you with that.

He reached for her clothing. In response, the [Bandit Lady] tried to kick him, but her collar made her weak. She bit his arm instead.

Instantly, blank-faced, Tenir cracked her head into the stone wall. She went slack and he laughed, looking at the broken flesh on his arm.

Not to worry, my arm? It happens. What a funny accident. Are you alright?

As if there were some other reason she had bit him. As if he didnt realize what hed done. Something was filling in the gaps in his head.

Riqres madness.

Tenir had half her clothing off, tearing at the rest, when the low voice spoke.

I knew it. You know exactly what youre doing.

Tenir spun around. He felt something at his waistand Pisces drew his sword. The [Necromancer] held it to the ground, panting at the effort it had taken just to draw it.

YouPisces! Drop the sword! Hey, I have

Tenir hesitated. He looked at Merr, who was sitting, head lying back, nose bleeding, barely conscious. He bared his teeth at Pisces.

Say you didnt see us, Adventurer. Put the sword down and Ill keep quiet if you do. She asked mebut neither of us should take the blame, eh? Everyone needs comfort after what they saw.

Pisces didnt answer him. He just looked at Tenir.

You must know what youre doing, somewhere inside of you. That Skill just helps you sleep. You coward. [Rapist]. Can you even see your class? How do they let you in at gates? Or does your class hide it from their spells too?

Tenir heard that. His face turned hostile instantly.

Ive never taken a woman into my bed that didnt ask, Adventurer. Watch your tongue

You cowardly man. Ive known true cowards, but never one who lies to himself like you. You should have died with Riqre and his lot, [Rapist].

Pisces raised his voice. Tenir reacted even more than he had hoped. The mans eyes opened wide in genuine furyhe really believed he was innocent.

Pisces felt sick as Tenirs fists clenched and his face turned crimson with outrage.

Dontcall mea [Rapist].

He strode forwards. Pisces tried to raise the blade. No good. And Tenir knew it. He strode forwards, but Pisces stumbled backwards. Raise the damn sword! He tried one more time, as someone raised his voice.

Hoi. Where is Pisces?

A man skidded around a corner as one of the [Guards] saw him. He shouted.

Here! With Tenir! Damn

Now. Pisces raised his voice. He shouted with all his might.

He was assaulting Merr! Trying to rape

I did not!

He leapt at Pisces, confident the [Necromancer] couldnt so much as lift the blade. And Pisces couldnt. Sohe sat down, and in one motion, put the sword on his knee and angled it up.

Tenir ran onto the sword as he crashed into Pisces. The furious mans charge did all the work. He spitted himself onto the sword. He choked.

In a flash, Pisces was shoving him off him, wriggling free. He reached down and twisted the sword as best he could. Tenir was choking, impaled high on the belly. Pisces saw the [Guards] staring in horror. He didnt care. He flung himself down.

There! The keys!

Tenir had them at his belt. Pisces had seen that the mad [Guard] was trusted with some fumbled at the bloody body.

Hes killed Tenir! Hesgrab him

They jumped for him, trying to reach him; Pisces flung himself down, and the dying [Guard] helped. They tried to yank him offbut Pisces had the bloody key ring in his hands. To make matters better, someone running to help tripped over something.

Merrs leg? Tenirs flailing limbs?

A dogpile. And now, Pisces was twisting the keys free, swearing. He plunged one into his collars keyhole and twisted it. And felt it jamPisces fumbled for another and felt the hands tearing at him

-

Igheriz looked down at Pisces and laughed. He laughed, even as his eyes shone with that familiar fury. He squatted down.

Pisces, ah, Pisces. After all weve seen and lived through, I thought we were friends, heh?

After all weve seen and lived through, you havent rethought what you do?

Pisces retortedor tried to. He was mumbling. His face was puffy. He drooled a bit of blood and saliva. Igheriz just snorted.

Emir Riqre was mad. I am not. There is a difference. I thought we were friends, Pisces, so this will pain me. AlsoI thought you were a smarter man! After all, you thought I would entrust Tenir with a key to your collar? Or any other man?

Pisces stared up at him. He had grabbed for the other [Guard]s keys when all of Tenirs had failed. But even theirs hadnt worked. Now, Igheriz waggled a key in a mimicry of the [Guard].

It was a neat trick, I admit. But no [Guard] has a key to your collar, Pisces. They are all different, all the special ones! What fool would have but one key to every lock?

He chortled. Then shook his head.

You killed Tenir. I did not know you could do such a trick with a sword. It was even a favor; he was mad, and Merr has you to thank. So I will be gentle. I will not break any bones. But we will hurt you. Oh yes. And if you rebel one more time? Well, the Naga can have you without your gems.

He sighed. Then motioned for his [Guards]. Pisces bared his teeth in defianceuntil he saw what they were doing.

Heating up pokers in a brazier. He looked at Igheriz. The [Slave Master] sighed.

Did you think we would just beat you? Pisces, I thought you were smarter. This does pain me.

The other [Slaves] listened. Cawe put her talons over her earholes. She edged away, nevermind that it put her close to a watching [Guard], flexing her hands and hiding her face. Astotha could not; she was tending to Merr. First, Pisces refused to make a sound, though they smelled burning flesh.

But they wanted him to scream, his tormentors, and they would not stop. So he began. He cried out so they would stop.

They kept going.

Qshom had his head in his lap and was covering the ears. He looked at Bearig. The [Cook] had a little person in his grip. The other [Slave] who had survived.

Rophir. The half-Elf boy did not look up, or even listen. His eyes were blank. His parents had been left there, finally at peace, but he was not.

Shein, Droppe, they all heard Pisces voice rise in desperation and looked away.

Stop! Stop! Enoughplease

Please. Even then, they did not. The only person who did not look away among the [Slaves] was Eloque. She watched Pisces. Watched him suffer. She said nothing, but looked at him, meeting his eyes after it was done.

-

Did he believe in what he said to her, even now? Eloque saw the [Necromancer] gaze in her direction. His eyes closed and she felt the same madness in Riqres keep growing in her. But not yet. There was so much further to fall. She would have begun to laugh.

Then she saw his eyes open. Nojust one. Pisces opened one eye, as if unable to focus. He stared up as Astotha was allowed to tend to him. Closed his eyes. Opened one, unfocused. Cawe hurried over to cursing, bending to berate him.

Hed most certainly

Failed.

-

One last attempt. Pisces had been warned. Everyone told him it. Even if Igheriz liked him, he would carry out his threats. Technically it was two more attempts, but Pisces really didnt want to suffer the consequences of the third strike.

He lay in the wagon for nearly a day afterwards, until Igheriz made him walk with the others. Pisces stumbled, head-down, looking all but defeated. Yet this timethe [Guards] watched him like a hawk.

They were not fooled. And Tenirs death, reviled though the madman had been or not, had shaken them. They never took their eyes off Pisces.

He was even separated from his friends, the other [Slaves] who had made his acquaintance. Pisces was placed among strangers after the first day, on Igherizs orders.

Hrome was displeased by Pisces torture. He still liked Pisces, and remonstrated with Igheriz in private, but he could not deny that losing Pisces was to lose all, after this fraught trip. So he kept vigilant too.

They had slowed after Riqre, losing time rather than gaining it. They were passing far across the south, but the next city would change things.

I will not wait, and risk all again. I will hire a flying carpet, dangerous though it might be, or a Djinni, or some means to transport Pisces to Roshal. Azam will escort him, and I.

Hrome knew, then, that Pisces time was limited. He felt sorry for the [Necromancer], but he would not try Igherizs wrath. Of course, no less than three people had offered, but Hrome had no intentions of trying to betray Igheriz. The other [Slave Master] was higher-level, and while a surprise was advantageous

No one could kill Azam.

-

Two days away from the city of Vishront, Azam himself spoke to Pisces.

The Djinni walked besides the [Necromancer]s wagon. Pisces had collapsed. Suspicious that he was faking it, even though Astotha assured him Pisces was still weak, Igheriz had him watched by Azam and chained down.

[Necromancer]. Speak to me.

Pisces jerked back to wakefulness from a dream he was back in the inn. His scars burned. He had heard Eloque weeping.

He woke to his hell, and the Djinnis surprisingly high voice for his size. But thenAzam took the form of the obsidian half-Giant glowing with magma. Pisces looked up.

Youyou want to converse, Azam?

Once, before, he might have called Azam mighty Azam to play to his ego, or made some snide comment. Pisces did not. He did not sniff or speak with eloquence or diction proving his lexicon of words.

He was tired. Pisces had reached his limit long ago, in Riqres keep. He wanted to be free.

How did someone live, a lifetime, a century, as long as Azam, like this? Forced to face masters as bad as Igheriz, or even Riqre? He looked up and saw the glowing eyes.

Uncaring. Azam had watched as they tortured Pisces. Azam had seen Riqres deprivations, and only been moved when they came to him.

He looked down at Pisces with the same gaze. Neither hostile nor sympathetic. Not even uncaring; he didnt think of Pisces at all. Like dust. Their brief moment of survival at Riqres keep seemed long ago and forgotten; that had been a uniting nightmare. With Igherizs predictable evil, he had lost his interest.

Yet he still spoke.

Tell me of the book, the spell tome, [Necromancer]. Did it come from the Putrid Ones very library, his personal possessions?

Pisces looked up. Of all the questionshe tried to laugh, and felt a catch at his voice as he chuckled.

You want to ask me about the book? Nothing of me, nothing of you?

The Djinni strode along, speaking quietly.

What purpose would those questions serve?

Getting to know each other, perhaps. One [Slave] to another?

The Djinnis pace slowed just a beat, and he looked down at Pisces with what might have been amusement.

You compare yourself to me? The arrogance

of mortals? Friend Azam, I had hoped for a measure of ipseity from you, but to hear you utter the very stereotype of the immortal is somewhat disappointing.

Pisces saw the expression on the Djinnis face and chuckled. Well, perhaps he had a bit of vocabulary left for someone who might appreciate it.

Azam did not smile twice, but he did nod slowly.

Clever, [Mage]. I have met many of your kind. Perhaps we could talk. What then?

We would get to know each other?

To what end? You and I will not know each other long, [Necromancer]. I will live far longer than you. I will meet more [Necromancers], more [Mages]. Countless more slaves. I barely remember all my kin I have met, and I strive to do that. We forget each other, and only remember the greatest of our kind

He paused, and went on, murmuring as he stared past Pisces.

I will meet a hundred thousand, a hundred hundred hundred hundred thousand of youI do not care to know your name. So. Tell me of what lingers in my mind. The spellbook, or we shall not converse.

Pisces realized that was why Azam called him [Necromancer]. The Djinni saw his class. He whispered.

Pisces. Pisces Jealnet.

Azam paused. He looked at Pisces. Shook his head.

It does not linger. I cannot make it. Truly. Do not wish for fleeting immortality, [Necromancer]. I do not even remember his name, save that he controls me. That is why thatpoisonwhy that Emir had to die. What could he take? He alone of them all had to die.

He flexed his hands. Pisces looked at him and remembered Riqres method of torturing Djinni.

So he could take the few things which are immemorial to you.

Azam nodded, once. His eyes turned to Pisces.

It was well they slaughtered him. He found a way to hurt me when no torture or indignity could before. I do not know what he took.

His fury was like molten rock beneath the skin; Pisces saw veins of it lacing across Azams chest and face until it vanished. Then the Djinni was silent.

What do you fear to lose? Your memories of your kin? Happy moments?

Pisces was purely curious. Azam hesitated, and his head swung north a moment.

Good or bad. Ill or well. Do you not fear to lose a part of yourself, no matter what it is? Yes, though. Most importantly, [Necromancer], I fear to losehope. Even we Djinni hope. I feared I would have forgotten why I hoped. Then I truly would have been a slave.

He stared into the sky, his eyes bleak. Pisces wondered what Azam could hope for. Perhaps it was only a dream. Riqre had threatened to take even that away.

Then Azam shook himself.

Enough of this. My master lives, and I may be harmed. Talk less of that one, or him. Answer my questions.

He nodded at Igheriz. Pisces sighed.

Very well. The spellbook. Why do you ask? Do you see something I do not?

The Djinni nodded.

Power. The blaze of it allowed me to find you, as much as the spell that carried you here. For a moment, I beheld its full power as the teleportation spell wore off. But now it is cloaked.

He nodded to Igheriz, who had secured the book to his saddle, not trusting it to the bag of holding. Wisely; it might be easy to run off with here, but woe to anyone who touched it with bare hands. And the bag of holding might not be able to hold such a relic. Azam hesitated.

It was so powerful. Like abeacon. I could see it blaze with power from far away. Had we not found you, someone else would have.

Pisces could believe that. Perhaps there was a way to mute the power; yet if not leashed, no doubt it was an artifact beyond belief. He wondered what Azam had seen.

Powerful death magic?

Powerful magic. Did you see the Putrid One?

Yes. I saw him die. He was alivebut we woke him. He died. I took the spellbook from his possessions. Right there, on the table. It may be his.

Pisces had not told anyone that. Azam looked at him.

I think it is. So that is the Putrid Ones relic. Do you know, I knew him as he lived. I wasbornshortly after him. Though it took many, many years before he grew to power.

You knew his legend?

Azam nodded. Pisces looked up at him.

Tell me?

The Djinni hesitated. The Aethertravel spirit bent down. He searched for words, and then spoke.

He grew to power. He grew to discontent amongst his people. He fought them and killed them. Then other peoples. In time, the world quaked at his name. Then they beat him back. They hounded him and slew him in that place and buried his name.

He met Pisces gaze. The [Necromancer] tried to stir himself, chains or not.

That tells me nothing!

That tells you everything. He was like many. I remembered only one fact about him that I ever cared to know.

What?

Azam leaned down, down, and whispered to Pisces.

The Putrid One is but a name. One [Necromancer]. He lived and died. That spellbook? He stole it from one of us.

Then Azam rose and walked onwards. He ignored Pisces every question. For that was all Azam wanted to know.

Two more days remained until the city, and Pisces learned a day away that a carpet was prepared for him. He laughed, too tired for words.

-

All watched Pisces the next day. Such that Azam wouldnt have been able to talk, even if he was so inclined. He strode ahead, staring at the sky, head turned as it always was, when not swivelling for threats.

The other [Slaves] were quiet. Eloque had a blank look in her eyes. She watched the [Guards] and Igheriz mock Pisces, but they were too careful. The [Necromancer] was silentif he had a plan or was able to do something

No. He shifted once and they were on him, checking to make sure if he was hiding something. Eloque closed her eyes. She saw the other [Slaves] had returned to their lot. Cawe and Bearig walked together, but Cawe didnt snap at the [Cook] as usual. He was still himself.

Pisces had healed his bones, and the [Cook] looked at Pisces with sadness. Caweshe pretended everything was alright. Even joked with the guards. She went as far as to nudge one with an elbow when he was complaining about being shorthanded.

Better than this hand, eh? Or do you want Pisces to fix you up before he goes?

She flexed her digited talons. He blinked, laughed, then cuffed her, but gently. She staggered past him as he shook his head.

Damn bird. Dont talk to me about that. That was a bad dream, and I wont think of it again

Watch the merchandise!

Igheriz dragged Cawe up, but eyed her talons. He nodded at them, brusquely.

We will seejust how that sells. If not, I will put in a word. Do not speak of Riqre in Roshal. Ever.

Cawe lost her humor and ducked her head. Eloque glared at Cawe, flattering and even, it seemed, flirting with the guards. What was wrong with her?

Despair took many forms. Rophir had been saved, and Bearig tried to feed him as they sat in the evening.

Smile, Rophir. Eat a bite? Please? The darkness lifts. I even swore I saw a beautiful shooting star last night to the northwest. Many colors it was. You would have smiled if you did not sleep.

Azam frowned at the boy and Bearig. Igheriz avoided staring at Bearig too, but kicked the [Cook] in the back as he passed. He did not seem to know if taking Rophir was wisebut the boy had lived and Bearig had carried him without complaint. Igheriz would not kill a child.

Perhaps he should have. Eloque saw Rophir take a bite to shut Bearig up at last. He curled up, eyes blank. Even when he had been told Emir Riqre was dead, he had not smiled. That was the way of such men.

Real monsters like Riqre were not overcome or vanquished by heroes. They just died. Eloque let time pass.

One day remained. Thenone night. They would reach the city in the morning. And every eye was on Pisces and he could do nothing. Igheriz was no fool. That last night, he chained Pisces to six stakes in the ground, each with a different key in the lock.

-

Pisces lay, feeling the chains on the blanket. He was awake. In the morning, they would ride for the city and he would be lost.

He had no illusions; maybe he could jump off the carpet and crash it, but Azam would be there and the Djinnino.

Roshal. Maybe it would be better than this road with Igheriz. The Naga was said to be a genius who appreciated value. Perhaps.

Pisces might have been able to believe that before meeting Emir Riqre. He might not have tried to escape and bided his time, but the Emir had shown him just how dark a [Slave]s fate was. How they could change you against your will. He had said the Naga knew of such things.

No. Pisces saw the other [Slaves] looking at him. They talked, staying up, Igheriz allowed them that. The tent was guarded, of course, but Pisces was helpless. He couldnt unlock the collar with a bit of metal even if he had that; they were magical keys.

And everyone had been watching Pisces so damn hard. Hed gotten the keys off Tenir, but overplayed his hand. The useless damned keys.

I hope it will be better for you, Pisces. The Naga can mend your wounds. Who knows? No story really says what it is like in his abode, but perhaps it will be better. He does not need to collar his [Slaves].

Astotha murmured as she applied some of the healing potion she was allowed. Pisces still ached.

But neither did Riqre. I will not hope for you, Pisces. I have forgotten how. I will remember you, though. And speak your name to all Dullahans I meet.

Thank you, Qshom.

Pisces met with his companions amid the tent. Others murmured goodbyes. It was Shein he looked to next, and Droppe. Droppe spoke.

I have learned many secrets the last few days. All of them dangerous. I hope you can find your friends, Pisces. I heard a rumor Igheriz knew the locations of onethe Ksmvr. Not where. Dont look at me. I thought it was better you not know. Youll learn when you reach Roshal.

The Lizardman [Broker] shuffled back. Shein remained.

After seeing those things in Riqres keepwas it as bad as the Village of the Dead?

Pisces thought.

Worse. The Village were simply undead.

Shein nodded.

No wonder I never made it to Silver, let alone Gold. Ill remember you too and tell stories.

Thank you.

What else was the young man to say? Shout his bitterness? His despair? Nohe waited. Cawe held back but Merr who spoke.

Thanks for killing that bastard.

Pisces nodded at her. The [Bandit Lady] looked as tired as he was. Eloque was even present, sitting alone. They would all say goodbye, and Igheriz had let her join him on this night alone.

You see how I still honor you?

You did your best. I think you were wrong. Better to end it than live like this. Is this place you know so beautiful?

She murmured, watching him closely. Pisces murmured. Bearig and Cawe were last.

Its hardly that. It can be annoying. Dangerous.

Then it hardly sounds better at all!

She laughed. Pisces just shook his head. He looked at an image in his head.

No. It is worth waiting for. Because it was the home I wanted all my life. I waited so long for a place like that, and never knew it existed.

The first place he had ever been that welcomed him as he was. Eloque shook her head, but not in denial.

I hope you can find it again.

Bearig was last. He didnt really know what to say.

Ill tell stories of you. And Rophir will remember, wont you?

Rophir was sitting there, blank. Only Bearig would try to make him eatthe others looked at him like a weapon. Pisces wanted to say something to Rophir.

I know one of your people. If I ever get free

He bit the useless words back.

Cawe was last of all. The Garuda sat cross-legged, fussing with her blankets.

So, Pisces. You never got free after all.

Looks like it. All those keys and it turned out Igheriz had the right one after all. And hed notice any moment if it went missing.

The Garuda nodded. She peered at Pisces. He had thought long and hard about the issue, of course.

And youre not exactly quick with your hands.

I was a thief. But youre right. Never a [Thief]. Let alone achieved the exalted class those of a mtier like yours achieve.

The other [Slaves] glanced up at the fancy Wistram-word. Pisces lay there, gazing up at Cawe. He saw her cracked beak open and the [Pickpocket] grinned.

Quick hands isnt as important as knowing the when and where of it. When I told you I couldve stolen a key from a [Guard] with my bare talons, I didnt expect you to tell me to put a key back.

The [Necromancer] looked up. Cawe slowly produced a key. Several keys. The other [Slaves] went silent. Eloques eyes opened wide. The [Necromancer] onlysniffed.

Thats why you got caught.

But how?

Astotha was confused, and terrified. Cawe released her shackles with a key, and undid Pisces shackles. He was still bound with multiple cuffshe hadnt expected that, but she was producing more keys, fast as could be.

Tenir.

It was Droppe who breathed the answer. The Lizardfolk man looked from Pisces to Cawe and snapped his fingers.

His keys! But they were all for Riqres [Slaves]

Which means Hrome and Igherizs [Guards] have a lot of useless keys.

Pisces murmured. The others looked at him, astounded. He suppressed a smile and shushed them, but his mind was racing, as his heart had been.

Eloques eyes turned round as it all made sense. Pisces just sighed in relief.

He hadnt been sure Cawe would pull it off.

-

Pisces master plan was simple. The odds of him getting a key to his collar alone were remote, even if he could kill a [Guard] with the sword-trick. He hadnt believed that one key would open all collars; hed noticed the teeth on it and compared it to the others.

So, if he couldnt get his key, he had to force a way for it to be revealed, as well as engineer better odds. The obvious answer was Cawe. She was a [Pickpocket] and even if she had been caughtshe had a better chance than his.

The trick was Tenir. Pisces had deliberately gone for the bad keys to throw the caravan off. While they all watched him, hed told Cawe to find the keys hed tossed free. One of them was a basic key that Tenir would have had; the kind that unlocked all shackles. After all, shackles were different from collars and only one mattered.

With both limbs free, Cawe could steal a key to her own collar. She and Pisces had picked at the lock, trying to match jagged teeth to each [Guard]s key, identifying which one she needed to steal long in advance. Once she had that? She could unlock her collar, nullify the enchantment and use her Skills without anyone noticing.

Tenirs keys had gone into the pockets or key rings of the [Guards], replacing the bad ones. They hardly ever unlocked collars except when someone was being sold. Igheriz had been the question.

Besides, I promised you.

Eloque and Pisces were last. Everyone else was free, feeling at their necks; most collars had a single key, not being nearly as powerful as Cawe or Pisces. Only Merr had a special collar. The one key that theyd kept was the one that fit Rophirs collar.

I dont believe it. Were free!

Not free. Were under guard and hes still locked up! And chained down!

Pisces was indeed chained by six pegs Azam had hammered into the ground, and Cawe looked distressed.

No keys. Im sorry, I didnt know

Im free. No keys? No problem, hes only got tent pegs on him.

Merr growled. The [Bandit Lady] reached down and heaved at a tent peg. It slowly began to come up as her Skills activated. Bearig grasped another. To Pisces surprise, the [Cook] began to extract one too!

Ill have them weighing me down, but it wont stop a horse ride and I can fight with them. If I have my spellsnone of it matters. Cawe. What about the last keys?

Eloque and his collar. Pisces stared at the Garuda. She didnt meet his eyes.

Its Igheriz. If he caught meand Azam is always watching. I

She shook her head, and Pisces heart fell.

Then the [Pickpocket] produced a pair of keys.

Really hoped youd cry.

Pisces relaxed. He had almost, almost burst out in tears, if he were honest. Eloque began shaking as Cawe handed a key to Shein. She put the key in Pisces collar and twisted it.

The collar opened. The Garuda grinned at Pisces. He grinned back.

That was worthy of tears, Cawe. Now, lets prepare our escape.

The others looked at him. Eloque collapsed to her knees, but Bearig urged her up.

Well have to run for the mounts. It will be a fight as we runbut we must run. Azam cant be stopped, but hes not fast. If we lose him, they cant track us.

Pisces outlined the plan to the others. Astotha shook her head, eyes wide.

Youre mad! You havent seen all his powers! Hell kill us! And any [Slave] that runsIgheriz will punish youwere dead! Were not [Fighters]!

Merr is. So is Shein.

Me? They have more levels on me!

Shein protested. Pisces overrode both. He looked around, his body singing with power. Yet he kept himself from tapping into his mana. If they noticed

We just have to reach the horses. If they have none, Azam will not catch us. I will delay him. I am a Gold-rank adventurer. Just run for the horses.

Hed have to leave his gear behind. And the spellbook. Pisces had debated going after Igherizbut no. He would return. He would never forget Igheriz, or any of the [Guards].

This is madness! Well die!

Droppe protested. Astotha joined in, but Pisces shook his head. It was Bearig who replied.

Better to die than live like this. Will any of you suffer another Leciaun? Another man like Emir Riqre? If I dieIll do it thanking you, Pisces, and you, Cawe. You saved me once and I was ready to die there. Freedom. Freedom or death. I thought being a [Slave] might not be the worst fate when I was imprisoned in Nerrhavias Fallen. I was wrong.

He held Rophir in his arms. Pisces looked at the [Cook], and the others stared. It was the longest, most eloquent speech Bearig had ever made. It was right. Pisces slowly reached out and clasped the [Cook]s arm, and gave the man a look of true regard.

Yes.

That was all. The other [Slaves] looked at each other and their nerves firmed. It was only Astotha who moaned.

You are all warriors! Well be caught! Well be punished like the worst were! Dont do this!

Pisces ignored her. He tensed, the chains wrapped around his arms and tied into loose knots; theyd impede his magic and movement, but he could [Flash Step] with them.

Just go for the horses. Cut all those loosetry to ride at us with them.

Cawe and the other Garuda would be first out, then Merr. They were fastest. Cawe was pointing to where the horses were tethered.

What about me?

Eloque looked at Pisces. She was shaking. He looked at her.

I will not leave without you.

If it looks like I may be capturedkill me. Not one more night.

He met her gaze and slowly nodded. The Lizardwoman smiled. Pisces thought he saw hope in those eyes. He tensed to give the signal, checking to see if the [Guards] were talking

Wait, wait, wait

Astotha screamed. It was a single, piercing scream of noise. She shouted.

Escape!

Pisces jerked. He whirled around and saw her looking at him. Eyes round with terror, she backed up to the edge of the tent.

Theyre escaping! They made me

Astotha!

Bearig howled in dismay. Cawe and the others at the front were already running. Merr turned, blood in her eyes, but Pisces forced her out of the tent. He heard two more people take up the shout.

Escape attempt! Theyre going for the horses!

Were not moving! Dont kill us!

Droppe and of all of themShein. The Lizardman and Human Bronze-rank held back. Pisces would have turned back, cursed them and their cowardice and betrayal. He didnt waste breath. He ran like a madman, for the horses, looking for

Azam. The Djinni burst through a tent in a roar of fury as Igheriz raced out, screaming in rage. The Djinni and Pisces locked eyes. Pisces aimed a finger up.

[Deathbolt].

He spared the Djinni no quarter. No mercy. For this, for freedom, he would kill and use every spell and Skill he had been granted. If he had his [Shatterbolt] ring, he would have used it.

If he had dared to cast [Invisibility], he would have cut the [Guard]s throats from behind.

If he had Nekhrets bones, he would have used the [Ritual of the Lord of Bones] to risk all, even if a second Toren had been created.

He tried to raise undead from the sand. Pisces [Flash Stepped] as Azam grabbed for him. The others were running for the horses. Pisces shot acid over a [Guard] and seized the sword from the screaming man. He whirled, in one long shout of fury, ducking a blow from Azam.

The [Slaves] outnumbered their guards, even in one tent. They were desperate, unarmed, but free to use their Skills. They had the advantage of surprise, if lost mostly by Astotha, and they knew what would happen if they were caught, so they fought or ran with all their might.

They would have made it, but for Astotha. Even then, they would have made it.

Except for Azam.

-

Never again.

He whispered, even as the Djinni dropped him in front of Igheriz. Pisces lay still. If he could have moved, he would havehave

The last of the [Slaves] were kneeling. Merr, Bearigall of them. Those not killed.

Azam had caught Pisces. The [Necromancer] had tried to stop him from capturing Eloque, but the Djinnithat damned Djinni knew how to stop [Slaves]. He had hurled fire and killed the horses. If he had been slower to react, they might have gotten out of range.

He had caught Pisces with another trick, as the [Necromancer] turned back for Eloque. A Wand of Paralysis. Now, the Djinni stood, and Pisces looked up and met his glowing gaze.

Damn you.

Pisces cursed him. The Djinni looked straight through him, uncaring. He had absorbed every spell, broken every barricade. [Deathbolt] had done nothing to a being of pure magic.

Pisces. Ah, Pisces. You nearly made it. I call you clever after all. A clever fool. Look at you! A Gold-rank adventurer worthy of your price! But I am a man of my word.

Igheriz was beyond fury. His too-bright eyes shone as Pisces looked up at him, still paralyzed. Eloque was weeping. All the [Slaves] were. She had tried to end it, as she had sworn, but Azam had taken the dagger away.

If only you knew people better. But a [Necromancer] has no eye for the living, eh? You, Astotha. I will consider letting you go for this.

The [Slave Master] turned and patted Astotha on the head. He regarded the three who had betrayed Pisces and the others fondly. Droppe gave Pisces an apologetic shrug as if to say there was nothing personal for seeing how the winds blew.

Merr lunged at Astotha and Shein, who met no ones eyes.

You fucking traitors

Igheriz turned and kicked her across the face as hard as he could. He walked down the line of [Slaves].

Master, be merciful, please.

Astotha begged, not looking at Pisces or Eloque. It was the Lizardwoman that Igheriz stopped before.

I will be. After I am angry.

Kill me.

Eloque whispered. Igheriz just laughed.

After I have made you so beautiful? Piscesah, Pisces, you know what is coming. But before that

The [Necromancer] stared up in hatred as Igheriz passed by. Hrome was speaking urgently.

Weve lost only three, Igheriz. Consider otherwise. Youll be rid of him tomorrow.

The Stitch-man whirled, and screamed in Hromes face.

You think this is easily forgiven, Hrome? That I am not a man who keeps my vows? He would have gotten away!

The Human backed away. Igheriz controlled himselfbarely. He looked around. No one dared speak. The [Guards] were still angry, but a small blaze compared to the raging inferno of Igheriz. Azam bowed his head. Pisces hatred for himhe only cared for the book, which lay open behind Igheriz. If he had justIgheriz laughed, and he sounded like Riqre for a moment.

No. NoPisces is next. Before that, where is she? There is only one person who could do this. Ah, there you are. Cawe. Cawe, Cawe, Cawe.

She jerked. She was burnt; Azam had seared half her feathers off. The [Pickpocket] still spat at Igheriz.

Do your worst!

Igheriz gave her a beaming smile. She looked up at him, shaking. Pisces felt his limbs begin to move. Igheriz shook his head.

You have made me so angrysobut I have to get to Roshal. And Astotha begs me for mercy. So. It will be Leciaun for the others until I return. And that is merciful. You? Cawe? Just

He stood, turning to Pisces, then turned and pointed back. Pisces saw him draw a sword.

Igheriz ran Cawe through the neck. Pisces screamed.

Cawe!

The [Slave Master] was turning away, dismissively. He walked over to Pisces. Then he squatted down.

You know what is coming next, dont you? Snip, snip. Bring me potions and a blade. Hold him down. Azam.

The [Guards] moved forwards, grimly. Pisces shouted. He struggled, as someone seized Eloque. He saw Igheriz looking down at him, and Pisces no longer cared. He looked at where Cawe lay.

Do it. Do it, Igheriz. Do your worst. I will live through it all. I will walk down that dark road that Azkerash took. I will reach the end and I will end all of Roshal and you.

He saw the [Slave Master] ready the blade. Pisces saw him look down. The [Necromancer] felt it. The same madness. He knew now what Azkerash had seen.

I will never forgive this. I will wage war until the end of my days and beyond.

He began laughing as the pain began. No salvation. This was simply Chandrar and the Traders of Roshal. There was no inn anymore, no [Innkeeper].

The end.

-

The night sky over Chandrar had no clouds. In it blazed a hundred thousand multi-colored stars. They looked down over the screaming [Necromancer], the kneeling [Slaves], the caravan and the rest of Chandrar itself.

As they had always done, winking down on horror. There was no salvation from there, even if it was said in the old stories that the Gnomes had once traveled into that heaven.

But those were old stories. And who remembered old stories like that? Only the almost immortal

A shape broke across the starry sky, growing, splitting the dark night into light. No star, although it seemed like one for a moment.

Pisces looked up and saw a comet streaking across the darkness. Nonot a comet. He looked up and saw a

Rainbow. It burned across the darkness. Everyone looked up.

A rainbow, shooting across the starry night sky, without rain or light. It left a trail of colors, a shower of its own; falling sparks that burned and faded in the darkness. Yet the rainbow shot forwards. On and on, curving across the world and the bleak desert and quiet lands below.

A line of prismatic spray. Emanating from a single, glowing point of white light. It was such anon-sequitur that Pisces stopped raving. The other [Slavers] looked up, and Igheriz stopped his first cuts.

To Pisces surprise, the [Slave Master] looked up and then dropped the dagger. He stood up, slowly. His look of rabid vindictiveness faded. A note ofuncertainty filled his eyes.

He murmured.

A-aah. Itthatsuch sights are

His gaze traced the rainbow-comet. It shot forwards, streaking closer from the distance. So small at first. And thengrowing.

Pisces felt the grip loosen on his legs. He looked up and saw Azams eyes go wide. Igheriz turned to Hrome.

Thatdo you see it, Hrome? Do my eyes?

Some of the [Slave Guards] were murmuring. Others looked blank, but Igheriz was suddenly sweating. He looked up.

I see it, Igheriz. It cantcant

Hrome licked his lips. He looked around, and Pisces saw a look of real fear on the mans face. As terrible as when he had been in Emir Riqres presence. But not on all the faces. All the [Slaves] looked up, uncomprehending, but one suddenly began to weep.

And then Azam raised his head. He let go of Pisces and raised his arms to the sky. He began to bellow, with a voice louder than anything Pisces had heard.

Sister? SISTER! Is it you? Sister!

Igheriz whirled, and the look of terror redoubled. He screamed up at Azam.

Be silent. I command you!

The Djinni ignored him, bellowing as loudly as he could.

Sister! I implore you! Sister, to me! To me!

Be silent or perish!

The [Slave Master] screamed. He seized the jar around his neck, the tiny object, and it flared. Azam screamed, but his lips closed. He stood there, staring up at the rainbow.

Hrome was backing up. He looked at the rainbow, still impossibly distant in the horizon.

Its just a story. Its supposed to be dead. They killed it

Igheriz passed by him, running, screaming at the confused [Guards].

Quiet! Quiet andsend word to Roshal! Everyone, hide! Dump your artifacts! Gag the [Slaves]! Not a word comes out of any lips!

He was running for the fire. Pisces struggled, but Azam had resumed his grip. Igheriz was shouting, panicked. But the rainbow was just streaming onwards. Thensuddenlyit began to turn. And it came towards them.

Pisces saw the motion. A glowing point of light turned, and the sky lit up behind it. Turned every shade of color he knew and more by the aura of magic given off. Igheriz looked up.

No. No.

Run! It has returned! Run!

Hrome screamed. The [Slavers] looked up, and screamed. They ran, leaping onto horses, or running in every direction. Igheriz himself just looked up. Azam stared at the sky, laughing. Laughing, unable to shout, but pointing.

To arms. To arms and

The [Slave Master] looked around. His [Guards] stared, some still not knowing what it was. Pisces looked up as something burned his arms.

What is that?

Liquid burned his arms. They weretears. Azam looked up as the light grew brighter, brighter. He wept, as the figure hurtled towards the land out of the sky. A rainbow, cast by the figure in front of it. A sign. He pointed up and named her.

Roshals great foe. The nightmare of all those who kept slaves. The being thought dead, lost in battle in Rhir a century ago.

The Death of Chains.

The Djinni was larger than any Pisces had ever seen. Her body was a glowing cloud, and she wore armor. She was wounded.

She had wounds that had not healed after a century. Blows that had torn even her essence apart. Yet the Djinni still crashed to earth and shook the world. She brought light into the darkness.

Slave! I defy you! I defy you!

Igheriz screamed. He drew his sword. The Death of Chains raised her head as he charged at her. She looked down.

There you are, brother. I heard you cry for me. Come. Let me free you from your chains.

She ignored the little man flailing at her, striking air with his enchanted sword. Azam was weeping as he held something out.

His hands, where two shackles like those Pisces had worn were. The Death of Chains placed her fingers at the edges of the metal, and gripped. Thenshe pulled at the bindings on Azam.

Her body glowed. Every color ran through her. She was a clouda gianta screaming warrior armed in artifacts from Rhir.

Deathless of the Demon King.

She tore the metal apart. The explosion knocked everyone down. Azam looked at his bare hands. Then he rose and screamed.

Free! Free!

The Death of Chains laughed. She reached down and embraced the obsidian giant. He changed, shrinking, his skin not changing in color but turning to glass. He looked different, and stood on the ground as she shrank.

Am I freed? So easily?

Like that, brother! You must name yourself! And swiftly, for we must not tarry!

She looked at him. Shakily, the younger Djinni looked up.

II am Azamdu.

Just that?

The Death of Chains looked astonished. Azam shook his head.

I was born in chains.

Ah. Then we will give you a true name, Azam. Come. You will come with me to safety! To Rhir! But firstI am sorry. I took too long healing. I was nearly dead. My kin woke first and healed me. I tried to regain my strength, but I was too late for Cinaelu.

She laughed. Azam looked at her.

For that day? Why?

The Death of Chains eyes were flickering from color to color. Her body appeared white at a distance; because she shifted in shades of prismatic glory with every moment. She shook her head.

Oh, little brother. You do not know so much. I would tell youand will! But I waste seconds when my kin are scattered across Chandrar. Now they know I am here. I must free as many as possible! Come with me!

I cannot fly.

Azam hung his head. The Death of Chains reached out and the larger Djinni touched his arms. Pisces saw Azams entire being light up.

You can with me. Nowonly one thing remains. That pitiful thing is what calls itself your master, is it not?

The lesser Djinni turned, and they saw Igheriz. He had hacked at the Death of Chains bodythen, as she freed Azam, turned to run. He was still quite visible, fleeing across the sands.

The Djinni reached out and grabbed him. She grew, and plucked him up. She held him, screaming, panicking in one hand and turned to Azam.

He is not the many who hurt you over the agesbut would you see him dead now, or later? He may suffer an eternity if you will it.

Azam looked at Igheriz. The man was writhing in the Death of Chains huge grip. How small he looked, that monster who had done so much.

Only Azam knew all of it. The Djinni looked at his former owner with wrathbut then shook his head.

I care not. Let it be done, sister. Whatwhat happens next?

She smiled and squeezed her hand. A body fell, charred, motionless. Pisces looked at the little figure as it landed. It was done. Just like that. All the

We free the others. As many as we can. My presence is a message. Come nowquickly. But before that, we must set things right. I see more chains to break.

She turned, and the [Slaves] of two caravans shuddered as her eyes fell across them. But unlike Azamthe Death of Chains looked at them. She saw them.

And the [Slavers]. Some [Guards] had just watched, in horror, stunned, disbelieving. The Death of Chains reached out and plucked their heads from their bodies.

So die all those who hold chains. Let them all tremble! Azam, glorious brother, are these all [Slaves] truly? I see one who is dead and not even my kin, the one you call Death of Magic, can bring her back.

She knelt, a giant towering over them all even now. Looking down at Cawe.

Azam stirred. His gaze swept over the others and fixed on Pisces. Thenturned. Slowly, the Djinni pointed at the quivering figures.

Those three. Craven traitors. That one would have escaped but for them and I myself. They were free to choose. I was not. Those two kept slaves themselves until they were taken. That one was a [Slaver].

The Death of Chains nodded. She looked down at Astotha, Droppe, Shein.

We were [Slaves].

The Stitch-woman forced out. She stared up at the Death of Chains in horror. The Djinni nodded one vast head. Her eyes were not wrathful. Justdisappointed.

Yes. We do not choose our chains. But we choose what we are. So

She raised a finger. Pisces felt a flash of heat. Screams. The Death of Chains turned away from the ashes.

What others?

She and Azam spoke as Pisces got to his feet. He was shaking. He looked at Cawe, stumbling over to her. Then he turned and stared up.

You. You saved us? Just like that? How? Where were you?

The Death of Chains stopped. She looked down, poised, her body roiling, to move. Azam gasped.

That one is an adventurer, sister. He took a spellbook from the Putrid One! A spellbook written by our kind!

I know. The magic called me to this place, as much as you, brother. Did you send me the signal?

She pointed. Pisces head whirled around. He saw the open spellbook, lying there. The spellbook that Azam had placed

The Djinni smiled, and it was the smile of hope made manifest.

I heard a glowing comet had appeared. That the Death of Magic livedI dared to hope, sister. I would have settled for thieves or bandits, come to steal it away.

The female Djinni laughed, delighted, and hugged him in a full embrace, kissing his cheek.

Well done. Well done. And this is the mortal who found it. Hello, Pisces Jealnet.

The Death of Chains bent down. Pisces looked up at her.

You know my name?

She smiled.

We are of Rhir. Of course we can see what happens. I saw you. I did not think to see you here. I saw you being tortured. Was this your friend?

She indicated Cawe. Pisces nodded. He felt numb. Shocked and numb.

Yes. Who are you? Who

It was a stupid question, but she knew what he meant. Up, the Djinni rose. She stretched, and arms appeared from her back. She was gas and air. Magic and will. She boomed, and everyone for miles heard her voice.

My kin know me as Czautha, little [Mage]. Czauthaqshe, and many words after that. I have many names. Yet all who call me in this age know me by the one I took. The one I was given. Death of Chains.

The Djinni who broke her bonds and was never captured. The Djinni, Czautha, looked down. She shook her head at Pisces, then stopped Azam.

He had taken the Putrid Ones book. She put a hand out.

Leave it, little brother.

But sister

My kin, the Death of Magic, has many such books. Leave it. It may be better placed here. After alllook.

She pointed. Azam, Pisces, and the others heads turned. He saw a great flash of light. Czautha bared teeth.

The Death of Magic. She has come to liberate as many as we can. I have no time to linger. Even now, they know I have returned, and my kin lie in bondage and torture across this world, and this land most of all. I cannot protect those I free. Azam, you will come with me. But you?

She looked down at the [Slaves]. Wordless, they gazed up at her. Czautha shook her head.

Even if we could take you all, even mighty Silvenia can only transfer a few. You, though, Pisces Jealnet. Do you have the will to guard them? You have surely seen what horror these people commit.

Czautha gestured at the dead [Slavers]. Pisces nodded. He could not speak, yet she knew. The Death of Chains nodded. She spread her arms.

To me, Azam. We must find others.

I know of more nearby.

Azam hurried to her. Czautha folded him into an embrace and they seemed to meld together. She looked down. Pisces spoke, shouting up to her as the hum of magic became a roar.

Thank you. I will never forget this.

She had done none of it for him. He wasjust here. A side noteit was always Azam, that the Death of Chains had come for. Pisces didnt care. He was grateful. He saw the Djinnis eyes fix on him. The Death of Chains dipped her head, and her words filled the air.

Go, Pisces Jealnet. Never let yourself be chained again!

Thenshe shot into the air. She laughed, a huge laugh, as the wounded Djinni and the glorious rainbow shot across the skies.

And all across Chandrar, from Merreid to Roshal, they looked up. All those who feared her return. The Naga, the Traders of Roshal quaked. For their only true foe had returned. And all those of her kind looked up and rejoiced.

Sister, you live! Hope remains! Free us. Free us all.

Karsaeu screamed from distant Izril, the Djinni terrifying the passengers of the Unmarked Carriage. [Slaves] and the Djinni slaves alike looked up and remembered the stories. The rainbow, a sign of hope.

Let all those who held chains tremble.

-

Cawe had died. If only Czautha had been a second earlier, but she was a miracle he had not looked for. The only one he had ever seen on Chandrar.

This damned continent feels worse than Terandria.

Its not all evil. Just them.

Bearig held Rophir. The half-Elf stared after the rainbow, wonder the only expression on his face. Pisces looked at the [Cook].

You can still say that after all this?

The Stitch-man shrugged, painfully.

It is all I know. And you have seen the worst. Far and away the worst. Whatwhat will happen now? The Death of Chains liberated us, but we are alone. And they know we are [Slaves].

Some had been marked like Pisces. Others were simply on the roster, subject to any [Detect Truth] spell. Pisces shook his head.

He ignored the remains of Astotha, Shein, Droppe. He knew why they had done what they did, but the Death of Chains had no pity for them. He looked at the others.

Qshom, awkwardly holding a weeping Merr. The [Bandit Lady] looked up, and all [Slaves] wept. They were free. Eloque stood over the remains of Igheriz, almost confused.

It was so easy. Why was it so easy?

Pisces had no answers for her. He only knewhe looked down at his rapier. His bag of holding. He slowly fastened the objects to his belt, and hesitated over the spell tome. He didnt pick it up. Not yet.

First, wait here. I have something to do.

The other [Slaves] milling about looked at him. Pisces turned.

-

Everyone had forgotten him.

Hrome had fled and Azam had forgotten all about him. The Death of Chains had not killed him. Nor the other [Slavers] who had fled.

Pisces had not forgotten. Hrome jerked from side to side, staring. The [Guards] who had joined him were screaming.

[Slavers] slashing at the air, aiming spells and bows atthe air. The air slaughtered them.

A red rapier coated in blood appeared for a seconda bolt of black magic made one of the others collapse, dead.

Pisces! Pisces!

The [Necromancer] appeared as the last of the [Guards] died. He had killed them in bare minutes, as gloriously superior as Hrome had seen him on the scrying orb. The man fell to his knees as Pisces walked towards him, bloody rapier at his side.

II was asked to free you, you know. I could not, not with the Djinni! I admired you, Pisces. That thing, the Death of Chainswas it her?

Thats all you have to say?

Pisces looked down at him. Hrome spread his hands.

Pisces. I never so much as raised a hand against you, did I? I spoke for you, did what I could! I was your admirer! You know this!

The [Necromancer] eyed Hrome. He lowered his rapier.

All of this is true.

Hrome smiled. Pisces nodded. He rested on the tip of the rapier, lightly, feet poised. Lighter than he had ever been.

And Merr? Your other [Slaves]? You liked me. You celebrated Leciaun.

Hromes face twisted. He tried to stutter, but Pisces cut him off with a slash of his rapier. Hrome clutched at his throat; it was severed. He gurgled, screaming, choking.

The young man stood there. As Hrome died, he spoke to the man.

You know, I could not forgive them. Not Emir Riqre, not Igheriz. They were monsters, each and every one. But you? In some ways, you were the worst because you pretended it was normal. How the world should be.

He did not wait for a response. Pisces turned and walked away. He had a thought and stopped though, and saw Hrome pouring the healing potion on his cut throat.

Their gazes met, and Pisces pointed.

[Acid Orb].

Then he walked away.

-

The Death of Chains flew across Chandrar, upsetting the world, announcing she had returned. She went to Roshal itself, and fled Lailight Scintillation as they sent their slaves to battle her. Her kin screamed her name as she flew away, swearing to return. She would not die until every chain was broken.

A far smaller story played out here, in the dust and desert. Igheriz was ash. So were many of the [Slavers]. But the rest had been piled together.

Pisces buried Cawe, amid the last route of the caravan, as the other [Slavers] bodies lay where they were. He thought she might like that.

Pisces Jealnet stood there, as the other [Slaves] watched. He addressed the corpses simply.

You do not deserve rest. None of you. If there is any redemption in death, you will find it here. Sorise.

He raised his hand, and cast the first spell as a free mantruly free, now that all had been avenged. Behind him lay the [Slaves]. They would be hunted. Pisces had no idea where his team was.

Yet he lived. His throat was bare. He would never be chained again.

The Skeleton Lord rose slowly to its feet. The bones had fused, leaving a sigil in the ground, the rest consumed. The glowing-eyed undead slowly adjusted its head and turned to face Pisces.

It wore no armor. Its eyes were a light emerald green. It was unarmed. Weaker than the ones created by the Putrid One. Perhapsbeyond his control.

The young man shuddered. A vision of Riqre swam before his eyes. Bearig pleading with himEloques words. He did not know if necromancy itself had been tainted by what he had done. He stared at his hands.

Its not the same.

The voice came from behind him. Pisces started. Eloque. She stood there, looking at it.

This isjust necromancy. Its not part of what he did. Its not us. Is it?

The two looked at the undead. Pisces nodded.

Its not. I only wonder if I can control it. There are places in undeath I have never dreamed of yet.

Eloque nodded, but did not step back. All the undead could do was kill her.

Pisces didnt know if the Skeleton Lord could be commanded. All he knew was that he had sworn to Cawe, to Eloque, to the others, that he would bring them to safety. No matter if he had to cross the ocean and bring them to that one place in the world he called a kind of home. He spoke to the Skeleton Lord.

The living do such cruel things. You are so much simpler. You were made of things that called themselves men, but I ask you to be more than they were. To give, not take alone. Will you betray my hopes too? Can I make nothing beautiful, nothing that lasts? Will youhelp me?

The undead creation looked at him. Pisces waited, and saw the skull slowly dip.

The Skeleton Lord knelt.

He sighed. Bearig approached, and the others gathered around their protector. Pisces, the [Necromancer], the Gold-rank adventurer, stood, looking around as the sun rose.

Where are you going to take us?

Pisces felt the sun warm his skin and sighed.

At last. It felt so long since he had seen it.

Somewhere safe.

Authors Note: This chapter has been the most cursed in history. I wrote it at the end of my writing cycle so I was tired in Draft #1. I took a two week-vacation and Diana, the editor, also had troubles on her end.

My computer tried to delete itself the day I sat down to revise it. Cursed. Chapter.

However, I will say this: it needed editing. I will link a copy of the old chapter below, as well as Dianas letter to me. You may read it, but I deliberately avoided posting Draft #1 for a simple reason: it wasnt good enough.

You can see why, but the long and short is I wrote into stereotypes and tropes aboutwell, slavery and human trafficking and abuse. If you are going to write something that echoes realityand believe me, nothing I can write can be as horrible as what exists in our world at this moment, right nowyou base it on what is out there. Yet it doesnt add to The Wandering Inn, or even our understanding of such things.

When I revised based on Dianas notes and helpful reader observations from the stream, I felt a lot better because I knew it had improved wildly. Thats what editing does and the delay, the cost? All justified 200%. Not that Im paying Diana 200%but it was worth it.

If you compare the two, I think youll agree. However, it was a lot to toss at her. One of my readers observed that finding an editor is like getting married; a good editor for a writer is like a spouse. Which is an interesting analogy. To extend it, this is like the first date and I tossedthis chapterat her.

Im going to stop that analogy because weve gone too far, but the point is Diana got what may be the toughest chapter to edit Ive written. Certainly the chapter that has gone darker and deeper than any before. Yet I dont think its bad. I learned a lot from this one, and in conclusion, Id just like to extend my sincere thanks to Diana and the readers who helped me get this one edited. This was a chapter that needed it, and I can tell its improved. Hope youhm.

Hope you found something in it, if you read it, that was worthwhile. Thanks for reading. Ill see you next chapter. For now? I rest.

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Pisces Interlude (Draft 1) can be read here. Itsdarker. /interlude-pisces-draft-1/

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Dianas Editorial Letter can be read /diana-editorial-letter/

Pisces in the Village of the Dead, by Dr.replig8r!