Book 8: Chapter 42

Book 8: Chapter 42

All things considered, he had been extraordinarily patient. To a reason; and he did believe reason was a tenet that should be held in high esteem. He did use logic, and patience was an inescapable part of that attitude.

There were reasons he had delayed. Wistramthe Earther connectionno, what he now dubbed the Earth connection. That was almost as pressing as the new, concerning narrative of Gnollish aggression.

Gnollish aggression.

He muttered it as he packed. Now there was a term that had little logic to it. People talked about the astonishing assaults, sackings of cities with Gnollish populations as the sparkpoint, like Cellidel, or the Woven Bladegrass tribes acrimonious approach and methods, and the bloodbath in the streets of Marwsh, and conflated all of the issues under a single umbrella.

As if they were one thing, not each with their own complex reasons and individual factions within the Gnollish population. It was the Meeting of Tribes. Comfortable people, people who might harbor anti-Gnollish sentiments from proximity or their own histories, or simply attitude, saw the might of the Gnolls gather every twenty years and they got jumpy.

They remembered times when Gnolls had brought down Walled Cities, and that, before the Antinium, things hadnt been peaceful. HenceGnollish aggression.

Hed been dealing with idiotic notions of checking Gnollish aggression here, as well as coordinating with Fissivals representatives regarding the Earther situation. The problem was that Wistram was a lockbox, and the Academy of Mages was ahead of any of the Walled Cities by months and many Earthers.

What did they know? Were they enemies? Instinctively creating a zero-sum scenario was foolish. So was presuming Wistram would remain apolitical, especially with Grand Magus Eldavin in the equation.

He does not seem like the same half-Elf I met.

Questions without answers. Suppositions, pieces of the puzzle now found. However, key pieces he thought were constant were now gone.

Erin Solstice was dead. He was a practical Drake. He understood what dead meant in this case, but he did not also think coming back to life was so easy.

Grimalkin of Pallass had too much to do. Too little time. Yet, as he packed a simple travelling kitfor both the exigencies of trade and strifeone thing motivated him.

His student. His apprentice. Yes, Earth. Yes, Gnollish politics and that missing child, Mrsha, and more.

However. The Drake grunted as his huge shoulders tried to relax, but the tension was cording his muscles. He felt like hed been tensed for weeks.

My apprentice is my responsibility. My student.

Ferkr was missing. She had sent him two messages. One, telling him she had arrived at the Meeting of Tribes but few people credited her burgeoning magical talent as authentic, but she hoped to present herself to the Chieftains and a number of tribes.

The second, nearly four days later, a brief line.

I am sorry for disappointing you. I cannot be your apprentice any longer, Magus Grimalkin.

No context. Except when he heard that she had disavowed her magical ability, claimed to be a fraud that had tricked even him, and vanished.

Why? Grimalkin had no answers. She was nowhere to be seen, and he had faced both scrutiny and mockery in Pallass for his apprentice, as well as her familys understandable worry.

Well, the Sinew Magus was calm. He calmly packed a backup wand into his bag of holding, a toothbrush, various supplements for nutrition he was trialling, quality potions, some basic magical gearspell reagents, scrolls, blank and marked, magical tools like a Seeing Glass of Rheiw, which Troy and Leon had claimed was analogous to a magnifying glass in their world, only specialized for magicenough coin to avoid a trip to a Merchants Guild, two pairs of maps, three travelling books, a set of personal training weights, six sets of larger weights he hoped to trade or give to Gnollish tribes

He was obviously using a Chest of Holding, a small one, along with his bag of holding. He would have to either carry it to a carriage or rent a horse. Probably carriage. He couldnt justify a Pegasus flight, even if Oteslia were not under siege. This was a personal errand.

Oh, and a few more objects in his personal bag of holding. Three lead-silver orbs, shot puts, weighing exactly six point four pounds. Grimalkin had no idea about the Earth-based game. These were small, designed to be tossed through a magical barrier and through someones skull.

He was not intending on violence, especially in the Meeting of Tribes. This was simple, sensible self-defense equipment for a Drake confident in his hand-to-hand capabilities. He was just going to ask some questions regarding his apprentices disappearance.

If he didnt like the answers, he would calmly break some bones.

The Sinew Magus was nearly done when he heard a rapping on the door. He sighed, pinched at his snout, similar to how Humans did it with their curious noses.

Come in.

It was not his apprentices; he had given them notice of his leave. It was going to beGrimalkin heard the clack of a separate object along with two feet on his floor.

Grand Strategist Chaldion.

The withered Drake with his cane walked in, although he might have taken a transport even this short way. Dignity made him walk in, alone. Grimalkin appraised Chaldion. He had expected this.

Magus Grimalkin. A word.

Chaldion did not ask. Grimalkin kept packing as he picked up a letter. To Lady Pryde Ulta, informing her of a slight delay in their correspondence. He had a sheaf of contacts to inform via copied [Message] spell, but she was deserving of a personal missive.

Of course, Chaldions one good eye focused on that. Grimalkin knew that Chaldion probably had all of his correspondence monitored. The Cyclops of Pallass knew everything. So he had known what Grimalkin was doing.

In truth, Grimalkin had expected a [General], [Senator], or a fellow [Mage] of Pallass to be here. It did not matter.

I have time for a word, Grand Strategist, but it will be for two minutes at most. I am headed out of the city and I will not delay myself.

To head to the Meeting of Tribes? Are you fully recovered?

Grimalkin flexed his pectorals, grimacing. Hed torn them after being thrown into Liscor, much like he could throw a weight himself. Belavierr the Stitch Witch. Lacking information about her, however

Perfectly, Grand Strategist. And no, I do not intend to debate my leave of absence. I have perfect dispensation to do so, and will not entertain reasons to stay. I am aware of the risks, my position, and events occurring, so if you will see yourself out? The door will lock when you depart.

He tossed the last few objects into his pack. An illustration of Ferkr, the latest notes on Raskghar, his passport, and turned to go. Of course, he didnt expect Chaldion to relent that easily.

Sure enough, the Grand Strategist, sometimes a companion at Tails and Scales, which Grimalkin was happy to hear had reopened, didnt move. His one eye was sapphire today.

Magical clairvoyance? Paranoid about watchers? Wistram having Eldavin would invite that. Can he bypass even our detections, our protocols with [Message] spells? Grimalkin would ponder it en-route. He reached for a notepad, but checked the motion.

Excuse me, Grand Strategist.

Sit down, Magus Grimalkin. We must discuss your journey.

Grimalkin strode past Chaldion, towards the door.

Im sure you would like to. I, however, do not intend to be swayed. Therefore

Magus Grimalkin, there is something we must discuss. Halt.

This time, the order had the force of a Skill and the aura of command behind it. Grimalkins hand rested on the doorknob. He hated aura Skills. Hed been bested by them against Magnolia Reinhart.

However, Chaldion was one Drake, not three, and auras were not the purview of [Strategists] by and large. Grimalkin swung the door open. Then stopped.

Magic-Captain Grimalkin Duveig. This is an order of the Grand Strategist of Pallass. Sit down.

Grimalkin of Pallass turned. He looked back. Then he glanced ahead.

The thing about [Strategists] you could like or dislike was this: the good ones never took chances or fights they couldnt win if they didnt have to. General Duln stood, arms folded, politely taking his leisure with 1st Armys personal guard.

Grimalkin saw the Dullahan nod at him. Slowly, he closed the door. He walked back to Chaldion, who had found his living room. He sat down.

Ah. Something unexpected. Grimalkin sat there, perched, looking at Chaldion and not hiding his annoyance. Not for long. Chaldions first words had him out of his seat and walking.

You do not take hints well when you put your mind to it, Sinew Magus. I had hoped you would be more sensible.

Grimalkin walked back and forth. He tried to keep his tail from lashing.

Sensible. My apprentice, as you well know, has been coerced into lying about her class and levels. My reputation is at stake. There is a conspiracy, Grand Strategist. This could implicate a much larger event in the Meeting of Tribes. Strategically, personally, there is every reason to go

Magus Grimalkin. You are not debating with me. I said, sit down. I am not speaking to you as anything but the Grand Strategist of Pallass. Do you understand?

Grimalkin turned. Chaldion fixed him with one mortal eye, one glowing one.

Sit down. Do not speak.

Again, the giant Drake sat. Somethinghis eyes flickered to Chaldions face, to the door. The old Drake sighed. He felt at his own bag of holding, realized he lacked it, and coughed.

Water.

Grimalkin got up, pointed, and summoned a pitcher of purified water. He poured it, silently. Chaldion took a gulp.

I am well aware of your apprentice and your personalenthusiasm for your kind of magic, Magus Grimalkin. You taking Ferkr as an apprentice was one thing. Sending her to the Meeting of Tribes, another. Do you recall that I strongly hinted to you not to do this?

Grimalkin vaguely recalled, but he had ignored it, along with some of Chaldions suggestions.

You did not order me.

No, because ordering someone presents a narrative. Now, be quiet. You have stubbornly refused every opportunity. Leading our own search for these Earth-children. Searching for the Stitch Witch. Expanding your school to become an actual academyand there is motivation at this time, the very thing you want! You are stubborn, intelligent, and loyal to Pallass. Everything this city needs.

He coughed, despite drinking from the water. Grimalkin said nothing. Chaldion glared at him as his claw tightened on the cup of water. He was not noticeably worse than some times in his life, when Grimalkin truly thought it was Chaldions last year. He was old, though. Grimalkin suspected

You are not going to the Meeting of Tribes. You will disavow your apprentice. You will not inquire into the matter further.

The Sinew Magus stirred.

I refuse, Grand Strategist.

This is not up for debate. This is an order. An order, Sinew Magus, from your commanding officer.

I

This is an order, from the top member of Pallass military. Do you understand?

Chaldion snapped. Grimalkins posture straightened further, if possible.

Yes, sir.

In silence, Chaldion drank, coughed a last time, and spoke.

I am going to inform you as to why. You may object. You may think what you wish. This is because I know you will ferret around if I dont tell you something. You will never tell another soul.

Grimalkins stony silence said volumes. Now, his mind was working into overdrive. But it kept running into a problem. He could leave the city, the Eyes of Pallass or notthe spy force they kept, like every Walled City. He could disobey.

Theyd strip him of his rank. This was a military order with no less than the Grand Strategist behind it. Grimalkin could be found in violation of military law. Helistened, with such intensity that his muscles trembled.

I took over this position from the last Grand Strategist of Pallass. There is information even the [Generals] of Pallass, let alone the Assembly of Crafts, have no idea about. You are privy to the security meetings. To a degree of information about the Antinium, our enemies, plans, that few people in this city have. You do not know a tenth of what I do. Old plans. All of which, foolish, successful, revealed or not, are to keep this city, our continent, safe.

No response. Grimalkins eyes narrowed fractionally. Chaldion tapped his cane on the ground.

Pallass makes many plans. I keep some running. I put others into motion. I have to livelive long enough to sort out this business with another world. And the Antinium. And make sure some plans do not come back to bite our tail. That is why you are not leaving for the Meeting of Tribes. That would bea complication. And our allies will not suffer your presence. Do you understand?

Grimalkins eyes flickered. Oh, he did. Pieces of a puzzle hed worked on for nigh fourteen years now, suspicions, contradictions in a popular narrative, fit together in that one moment of perfect clarity.

Rather than a glorious insight, howeverhe stood.

Chaldion. If what you are saying is absolutely true

Dont grandstand with me, Grimalkin! Sit back down!

The Grand Strategist snapped. He waited until the Drake was sitting, shaking with emotion. Chaldion glared. Then he sighed.

Plans made. Plans executed before I was Grand Strategist. You will not jeopardize them. Open your school, Sinew Magus. I will have someone issue a statement if you dont care to. Good day to you.

He stood up. Grimalkin did too.

What about Ferkr?

She will come back to Pallass. I will make some kind of provision for her. To set up a new life, or simply be forgotten. It was a small incident.

She worked for two years. She sweat blood and tearsher reputation if I make a statement, her future

Chaldion turned his head. Grimalkin expected a glare, the famous one-eyed stare that had reduced grown [Senators] to tears. The all-seeing sapphire, carved eye in the scarred socket, the orange scales faded to grey on the hunched Drake, all made him look like what he was: one of the oldest military leaders of the Drakes.

Yet Grimalkin got no glare. No anger. Nor any guilt. Chaldions one good eye, which was a faded, deep blue trending to violet, just fixed Grimalkin with alook. A look that was so blank as to be terrifying.

If there was anything in that gaze, it was irritation. Yes, the eyes told the Sinew Magus. Yes, you are factually, actually correct in everything youve said. So what?

Why are you wasting my time?

The old Drake spoke slowly, as if trying to put a two-piece puzzle together for Grimalkin.

Magus Grimalkin. You once lectured an [Innkeeper] about the value of perspective. Pallass is a Walled City. She is one young Gnoll. Now. My business here is concluded.

He walked to the door. Grimalkin watched as the Drake walked outside, murmured to Duln, and vanished. He had seldom been without words to say. He strode to the door, to

To do what? Grimalkin had a fist clenched. Magic-Captain Grimalkin, in his beloved city, stood there. He looked around, at a recently-commissioned anatomical diagram. He spun, fist raised

He didnt put his claw through it, or the wall. He didnt kick anything. What was the point? No logic to breaking something.

Logic. Grimalkin saw it. He needed a book, no, an encyclopedia of tribes, a history book, a timelinehe could do that.

But what was the point? The Sinew Magus sat there. Head blank. He did not leave for the Meeting of Tribes.

He had orders. It only occurred to Grimalkin later, as he was unpacking, that Chaldion had pulled rank as Grand Strategist of Pallass. A rank almost without equal. Howeverit begged a question.

Was it just Pallass?

How high did the orders go?

He had not lied to her. That was what she found terrifying, now. Mrsha held onto the scaled claw, eyes wide. The Drake loosely holding her paw hadnt moved. His eyes were wide, his painted, red scales shining.

Not by daylight. Not by evenings light, or moonlight. By [Light] spells. Mrsha heard a familiar alarm, in this city, so much like Liscor.

Tesy! Mrsha! Get on!

A figure ran towards them, with three stolen horses in tow. Mrsha saw Vetn riding towards them. She saw him realize she wasnt fit to ride one, and grabbed her. Tesy had to be shaken until he climbed into a saddle. They raced out the gates amid a terrified crowd, shouting [Guards]. Behind them, the city was chaos.

Another city fell, thanks to Sellme being there. But it was wrong to blame the [Magical Painter]. Mrsha looked back and heard howling. She felt her fur stand up. Yet those werent Raskghar. They were Gnolls.

Gnolls.

It had been so quick. First, it had been happy. A huge relief! They saved her, right when she was about to die.

The Drake with white scales and a brush that could paint fake doorways in walls, create a pit by artfully painting it on the street. Tesy, or Sellme, as he was known.

And the other Gnoll, the long-legged, fast sprinter. Vetn, or as they called him, the Thief of Clouds. Two famous individuals who actually knew each other. Who, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, were actually friends. It was thanks to Sellme that the Thief of Clouds had his iconic name.

By chance and luck, Vetn and Tesy had seen when Wer and Mrsha were cornered. He stole her right out of the clutches of the Doomslayers, the Plains Eye hunters. At first, Mrsha just shook with relief, as they hid with his Skill and saw the Gnolls fleeing Marwsh, having lost her trail.

Vetn, Vetn, you mad Gnoll!

Tesy squeaked as the young Gnoll collapsed, covered in sweat. Hed outrun horses, he was so fast! Mrsha saw Tesy peek up at the Gnollsright until the [Thief] yanked his friend down by the tail.

Dont be stupid, Tesy! My Skills not perfectthose are Doomslayers!

Doom-what? They were about to kill this kid! In cold blood! They stabbed a [Guard]just like that.

The [Painter] was shaken. Vetn just gulped air.

I thought you hated Boots.

Well, yes, butthat was attempted murder! And killing children? What was that? Hey, are you alright?

Mrsha was frantically searching for her notepad and quill, but shed dropped the notepad. She tried to sign, and saw Tesy blankly staring at her.

I am Mrsha!

Whats she waving her arms around for? Are you okay, kid?

Vetn raised his head. He saw Tesy looking blankly at Mrsha opening and closing her mouth and doing an X with her arms. She hopefully made a basic sign with her paws.

Looks like [Rogue]-talk, Tesy.

Whats that?

Hand-signs. Can you say something?

Apparently not. Hey! Whats that? You want this?

Tesy blinked as Mrsha reached for his brush. He recoiled, but then handed it to her and let her draw on the grass. It was a beautiful paintbrush and felt magical to Mrsha.

I Mrsha. I cnnot tlk! Thnk u fr sving me.

She had to abbreviate because drawing on grass was hard. But Tesy and Vetn got the message. Vetn pulled out a spare roll of parchment and saved Mrsha the trouble of communicating via grass-paint and pantomimes.

Mrsha? She is the girl who was kidnapped! That didnt look like a rescue, though.

Tesy. Shes a white Gnoll. They werent rescuing her! I knew that Drake had no idea what she was doing.

Why? Shes a white Gnoll. Im a white Drake. Until I color my scales. So what?

Albinism didnt mean the same thing across species, clearly. Mrsha had never seen Tesy, with his white scales with just the faintest hint of color, but it was just natural. White Gnolls on the other hand

It means shes lost her tribe or was outcast. Its a death-sentence among the tribes. Once they find you, youre dead. Theyll attack you even if you flee continents. I grew up in the tribes, Tesy. Theyre serious.

Thats crazy. Why?

They bring doom. Thats the rumor. Doombringers. One of them hangs around and Crelers attack, or a volcano erupts or a sinkhole swallows your entire tribe. Apparently its happened before. I dont know. Im not an expert. Listen, little girl. Was that your friend back there?

He meant Wer. Mrsha nodded. Tesy inhaled.

That Gnoll? Is he alive?

I dont know. We cant go back into the city. Its on high-alert, see?

Marwsh was indeed going insane with noise and activity. Their army was marching out the gates, following the Gnolls. Vetn shook his head.

If hes alive, I hope hell run. We cant get back in. Well, I could, but what would I do? Maybe I could checkbut we have to move.

Tesy spoke with experience.

Dont bother. If theyve got him, hes safer. If nottheyve locked down the streets. Martial law. Youll just stand out. Lets make tracks, Vetn. Hey, Mrsha, right? Dont worry. Youre safe with us! This is Vetn, and Im Tesy. I suppose we should tell her who we are, Vetn.

What? Why?

The Gnoll [Thief] recoiled, but Tesy looked askance.

Shes already seen your abilities! And they even shouted your name. Besides, she cant talk.

She can write.

Dont worry. Shes on the run, so shes one of us. Use logic, Vetn.

I dont think you know what logic is.

However, they introduced themselves as Vetn pointed and led the way through the grasslands. It was only then that Mrsha realized she was in the company of two seasoned criminals. The Thief of Clouds, and Sellme.

Since she knew Wilovan and Ratici, Mrsha considered herself safe as thievesliterally. Tesy was shorter than most Drakes she knew who were adults, and he was chatty. Vetn was more reserved, but he was always shifting his weight, even when standing still. They were both young males, but high-level!

Vetn and I are famous for defying the order of Walled Cities. I paint truth on the walls and he steals from the powerful.

And gives to the poor?

Mrsha was excited because she knew all about Robin Hood from Erins stories. Tesy hesitated and Vetn coughed.

Uh. No. Tesys the one with a big plan to end the Watch and change everything. I just steal things.

From power. You shake the foundations of those rich, greedy, corrupt people with all the power who make terrible laws.

Sure? Wait, does this shake the foundations of power?

Vetn offered Mrsha something. She sniffed it and realized it was a Prelon. She took the fruit hed snatched. Tesy hesitated.

Why are you stealing from fruit stands?

Im hungry.

But you can pay for it. Vetn

Dont Vetn me. This is why we dont collaborate anymore, Tesy. One of the reasons.

The two gave each other long looks and Tesys tail thrashed in the grass. Vetn turned back to Mrsha.

What are we going to do about her, anyways? First you nearly get caught at Cellidel, next this.

We could take her back home? Arrange for transport back to Liscor? I have friends.

Maybe. But I want a Thiefs Oath she doesnt tell anyone.

Youre the one who saved her. Come on, Vetn. Were heroes! Explain to me about the tribes. Mrsha, can you walk?

She proudly strode along after them, and lifted up a message for them to read.

I can, thank you! Can you take me to Liscor? Or my mother? Werthe Gnoll who saved me wanted to take me to Salazsar, but I just dont want to be caught! And killed.

Vetn rubbed at his fur, muttering.

Wheres your mother? Oteslia? Maybe? Oteslia, Salazsar, and Liscor. Theyre all far away. Although Oteslia and Salazsar are closerish. Im not heading through the Bloodfields. Lets think on it once we get somewhere safe.

Its just horrendous. No one told me white Gnolls were killed on sight! Do they think white-scaled Drakes are evil, too? I should raise awareness. But how would I convey that? There arent any walls in the tribes!

Sellme was already thinking of a way to combat this new injustice. The Thief of Clouds was more concerned with the immediate. He made them stop, and went racing across the grasslands, up a hill, and back, so fast that even Wanderer would have been stunned.

So fast!

Mrsha admiringly pointed to him. Tesy gave her the smile of someone who was uniquely proud on behalf of someone else. He swept his neck spines back with one claw and fiddled with his paintbrush and his own artbook.

He is, isnt he? He can outrun Couriers, and hes stolen Relic-class artifacts. Mind you, he spends it like water. Not much on himself, either! He and I sort of met when I was painting and he was running from the Watch. Hes one of the few good people in Izril, you know. Someone who sees the corruption in the cities.

Mrsha eyed Tesy. She caught onto his motif within the first ten minutes of meeting him. However, he wasnt bad. He talked constantly about the corrupt Watch, which Mrsha had little experience with, but she did know about bad, power-hungry people.

Like Lism. And Agnes! And uhuhPawn. That mother-stealing, cookie-thrifty Antinium. But of course, what stood out about Tesy was his amazing, just superlative ability to do two things:

Draw fast. And draw accurately.

There was a difference in art that Mrsha realized in meeting Tesy. Speed and accuracy-to-life were qualities that were good! But not always necessary. Tesy was amazing at those two things, but he wasnt much for outrageous, incredible style.

His wall-drawings could be caricatures, but when he drew a door, it looked exactly like a door. In a sense, his art was valuable as much for its performative and utility aspects as the art itself, if not more so.

He could still draw good art that wasnt just copied-life, but it took him a lot more work to translate what was imaginary, not replicable. For instance, he had a page open in his artbook and he was sketching with a stick of charcoal instead of painting right away.

It was Vetn. Much like he was as he ran back, angled in a sprinters run, fur blowing back, eyes alight, his beautiful dark fur alight with the patches of color, his muscular physique still contriving towards lean athleticism rather than Relcs muscles. His handsome face

Mrsha stared at Tesy as the Drake sat, then peeked over the artbook at Vetn. Ah. Now this was what you called artistic license. Not that Vetn wasnt any of these things, but Tesy was contriving to make his friend look even better than reality.

Do you like it?

Tesy grinned, a bit abashed, as he saw Mrsha watching. He flipped through the artbook.

This is my secret weapon. I can recreate some of the drawings. The painted ones. See? Heres the brick wall. And heres a pondId show you more, but Im almost out of paint for the day. Magical pigments, that is. I can only do it so often.

Mrsha nodded. She saw quite a number of Vetns sketches. Children, friends, places from other cities that Tesy likedRelc

She slapped Tesys knee so hard the Drake yelped.

Ow! What?

Mrsha frantically pointed. Go back! Go back! She stared. There was no mistaking the [Spearmaster] caught practicing via the light of the day, sweat running off his scales, spear whirling around. Tesy had made it almost like a photograph, and Mrsha stared at Relc. Relc! How had Tesy met him?

Oh, this one? This is of a Senior Guardsman. I thought he was a friend, an ally, even, buthes still against us. Bastard ran me out of that city. I hope he trips on his stupid spear, the

Mrshas eyes narrowed. She gave Tesy a flying kick to the crotch, a move she had learned stopped even bigger Gnoll kids dead on the playground.

Looks clear. The Gnolls are heading off. Tesy, what are you doing?

Vetn trotted back as Tesy lay, eyes streaming, on the ground. He picked Mrsha up as she furiously kicked at his shins.

There was a lot to talk about. On the way to another city, Tesy and Mrsha learned about each others pasts. They were astounded by the shared connection.

So hes actually decent? From Liscor? But he

Mrsha raised her [Relc Punch] and Tesy backed behind Vetn. The Gnoll [Thief] grumbled as they rode down the trade road. Hed had to pay for the horses, but it kept the other two moving at his pace.

Looks like this is your fault after all, Tesy. You can pay me back.

Vetn, youre too stingy. I dont have much money

Then help me on a heist.

Only if you uhokay. Thats actually fine. Where are we headed?

Just some Drake city. I thought Ustel

Not Ustel. How about Lellwickee? Since Marwsh is up in flames, I can talk to some of my friends.

Oh, great. Your [Anarchist] buddies? Lets not.

Come on, Vetn! Maybe they can help us get Mrsha back to Liscor? Theyre loyal to the cause, fearless, and good people.

No theyre not.

The two argued with old familiarity. Not like an old couple, though. Old couples were still couples and stayed together despite pet peeves. Vetn and Tesy clearly had differences, even though they were friends.

It was like Klbkch and Relc, to Mrshas eyes, but with an added layer of complications she couldnt parse.

Anyways, they got into Lellwickee with no real issue. For several reasons: firstly, Mrsha was not a lone Gnoll kidnapped by someone of Wers vague description. Tesy did the talking and the gate guards didnt even look twice at the blonde Gnoll girl. Or the Grade-1 passport both she and Vetn carried.

That was all Tesy. Hed also given himself rosy red scales, a very flattering look, all with the power of paint. Mrsha had been worried it would be annoying, but like Wers dye, Tesy had too many Skills.

Im going to lie down. Im tired. Where are we staying?

The Outrageous Hairpin. Thats our meeting place. Just dont steal anything while Im gone. Are you going to meet withyour friends?

Just dont paint anything while Im asleep. And I dont know. Id have to see if theyre in this city.

Curious. Curious. Mrsha turned from Tesy to Vetn, but neither elaborated. They were tired from being on the road, so once they got to the inn, Tesy greeted a gang of young Drakes and Gnolls with delight and Vetn grumbled before heading upstairs. He rented three whole rooms; he might be upset about the cost, but there was no way he was sharing a bed.

It was a mark of the twos age that they did the thing neither Wer nor any of Mrshas travelling companions had done. They completely forgot to mind Mrsha. Neither asked if she brushed her teeth, or had a bath, or if she was hungry.

That suited Mrsha just fine. She jumped on her bed a bit, then wandered downstairs.

Something to eat? Of course. Say, Tesy, this isnt that missing Gnoll, is she? She writes and everything!

Tesy jumped as a friendly Gnoll [Barmaid] shouted. Mrsha was worried, but Tesy turned and gave her an easy laugh.

Her? Shes just a cousin of Vetns. Her throats all sore. Anyways, look at her fur!

So Mrsha got a piping hot bowl of very lovely noodles with a meaty sauce and listened in as Tesy introduced her to his friends. This was an inn of allies. Or at least, the [Barmaid] was one of them.

Who they were, and what an ally was, was apparently anyone who believed the Drake cities were rife with corruption. Who saw that Gnolls were discriminated against! Who believed in exposing it.

[Rebels]. [Anarchists]. [Dissidents]. It was a second, hidden class. Sometimes they organized; their best knew Tesy as his real identity and went with him to help overturn cities. Others just gave shelter, information, a bit of coin if they could.

It was amazing to Mrsha because she had never heard of this movement! But Sellme had never gone to Liscor; it was literally off his radar. He was concerned with the Drake Izril, and Liscor was the back end of nowhere, being so far north.

That made Mrsha a bit indignant, but the [Anarchists] were friendly. They ruffled her fur, gave her some of their food, and played cards and drank.

So, is Sellme going to stay long? I heard theres a Drake keeping [Slaves], Tesy.

What?

The rosy-scaled Drake looked up from his hand of cards. Mrsha stared at them, then folded. The others did likewise. Tesys expression instantly turned thunderous.

Im sort of busy, Vaugh. But tell me! I dont want to cause a fuss, but

Its all over the place where I work. The Cleaners Guild. [Slaves]. From Chandrar. Even a Drake!

And the citys leadership lets him do it?

Shes a corrupt [Mayor]. They all are. Hes rich. Come on, Tesy. One painting? I even have a wall for you. We can cause a diversion.

The Drake bit his lip.

I dont know. MrMris here, and so Vetn and I promised Id lay low. Ive got heat on me after Cellidel.

The others egged him on, drunk on literal wine and excitement now this famous rebel was among them. Some were Tesys friends, others had the high honor of meeting him and knowing who he was.

Come on, Tesy! You-know-who doesnt fear the Watch! Were with you!

Are you really going to turn a blind eye to the [Slaves]? Were ready to go, Tesy. Weve been training. We can hit the Watch and get them liberated within the week! Within three days!

They had slings, knives, and alchemical weapons. Tricks to fight the boots. Tesy squirmed, but in the face of all the eagernesshe turned to Mri.

I wont be long. You stay here. Just tell Vetn Im out for a bit if he wakes up.

Mrsha watched him go, vaguely feeling like this might be a mistake, but she was high on the feeling of being among the company of high-level professionals. Wer had been good and all, but hed been on the lam. Tesy and Vetn felt free!

A bit too free? When Vetn woke up, past midnight, and slouched down to bother the [Barmaid] on night-shift for food, he stared at Mrsha as if he had no idea why she was here. Then he groaned.

Oh yeah. Youre here. Maybe one of Tesys friends can help you get home?

Not he himself? Mrsha was hurt. But then Tesy came back, laughing, and word of Sellmes latest painting began to spread and Vetn was upset.

Youre making my job harder! And uh, Mris here!

Come on, Vetn. Ill go with you to your event.

The [Anarchists] didnt know Vetn, and regarded him with a bit of wariness. He looked at them with clear disinterest.

Pass if its your friends. Ill check. So are we staying? Hows she getting to Salazsar, or Oteslia or Liscor?

Dunno. Ill think on it tomorrow. Im out for bed!

Mrsha sat there as Vetn rubbed at his face, then turned to her.

Im going out to check on something. Be back in a bit.

And they left her there. The [Barmaid] was the one to show Mrsha to her room, give her a glass of milk. Mrsha realized no one had told her to brush her teeth, so she did it herself. Then she went to sleep.

No one woke her up, either. Tesy was out, and Vetn had gone back to bed. Mrsha had breakfast, then sat, wondering if they had a plan.

They did not. Vetn and Tesy met over late breakfast, as Sellmes painting was all over the city. Vetn was annoyed, Tesy clearly proud of his work, which featured the objectionable [Slave Owner] with a Drake with a collarand trying to put one on a passerby.

It was already causing waves of discontent. And neither had even thought about Mrsha.

Uhuhwell think about it tonight. Vetn, is there?

Cant tell. Im going to scope out the city and see if theres anything worth looking at.

Well, Ill find out if theres more to do. Some of the others are going to see if they can force that monster out of their home and free those poor people. You want to come, Mri?

Mrsha looked at them. She had a thought. But she wasnt sure if she should voice it. So she wrote, and held up a message.

I would like to tell my Mother I am safe. Can you help me?

Tesy and Vetn exchanged looks.

Sure! She doesnt know? Do you know where she is? I guess I can do it. Do you want to, Vetn?

Sure. The Mages Guild is on my list.

That was how Mrsha found herself going to the Mages Guild as Vetn posed as her older brother. The [Scribe] didnt bat an eyelid. He just took down a simple message for Lyonette.

Mrsha was a bit worried. Vetn had given her the blankest of looks when she asked if she should disguise where she was or something. He didnt know, so she sent the following to Lyonette of Oteslia:

Salutations to Lionette du Solstice,

By the Eternal Throne, greetings! Or should I not swear by that? It is I, your humble little friend, by blood deferred, of Calanfer. Me! Mri! I know you have inquired after my health, and posthaste too, given the dire straits left to our friend of mutual acquaintance. However, I must inform you I am well.

Some complications have emerged, but I assure you I was not abducted and fully plan to rendezvous with you in time. Yet a pressing suitor is after me, and I must decline his invitations. I am simply well, and I hope to see you soon. Much love,

Mri

She was super-proud of that. Vetn had no idea what it meant, and he grumbled over the cost.

What does blood-deferred mean?

Mrsha gave him an indignant look. It was obvious if you knew Terandrian expressions among the aristocracy and royal class. It meant she wasnt technically of the bloodline, but since she was Lyonettes daughter, she might qualify as a [Princess] of Calanfer! If the crown accepted her. Otherwise she was an [Illegitimate Heir] at best, but Mrsha wouldnt mind that class.

Vetn gave her the look of someone who wished hed had his morning tea.

You actually know Terandrian lineages and whatnot? Youre something. You remind me of me when I was a kidno, wait. You dont. You remind me of someone else when they were young. Smart. Say, maybe she can help us with you needing to get places.

All was going well, in short. Mrsha wanted to wait for a reply, but Vetn wanted to go off and he was at least conscious enough to drop her at the inn. Mrsha debated slipping outside, but before she could do so, or he could leave on his mysterious business, it happened.

Hey. Theres a riot already at the gates.

Tesy looked up from a lunch, frowning. Mrsha even heard the first horn blaring.

Already? Why the gates? Weve been stirring up trouble at the mansion, but the gates?

Maybe its relatives. Come see!

Everyone went, even Vetn, frowning. He muttered to Tesy.

My [Advanced Dangersense] is going off.

Really? Well, lets stay back, then. Dont worry. Weve got a good group of fighters. Even if the Boots come out in force, it wont b

And then they saw it. Mrsha, holding Tesys claw, saw the [Anarchists], ready to join in on behalf of the citizens, stop. They looked ahead as a Gnoll came through the gates, joining a throng of fighting Gnolls. Some were on the battlements.

They were armed, had glowing paint on their fur, and they were killing the Watch.

Not fighting. Not brawling. Not throwing things. They had weapons, and they were tearing through the unprepared City Watch. More were advancing into the city, sniffing, shouting.

Doom! Somewhere! I dont have her scent, but I have the Drakes. Spread out! Chief Warrior, go!

A familiar Gnoll and the biggest group yet advanced past the fighting, ignoring the screaming civilians. Tesy saw Vetn and Mrsha looking at him. Wer had already shown Mrsha how to hide her scent and Vetn was the Thief of Clouds.

But I just drew

Sellme. They had come for Sellme. Not because they cared about his drawings, but because he was where she was.

Doom. Mrsha saw Vetn move first, again, breaking out of the horror. He pointed.

The south gates. Move! Ill find horses!

And then they were here. Wer hadnt lied. Mrsha fled with Tesy and Vetn as another city burned. Not literally, but the Gnolls had been tracking them through the streets. They missed catching Tesy only because Vetn had doused him in scent-killer. But they were right on their heels, and from this spot, theyd be tracking any city nearby, searching for new arrivals, prevailing on Gnolls in the city who believed in their ways, allying with local tribes

It sunk in to Vetn and Tesy as they rode. They looked back at Mrsha, and really looked at her. A little Gnoll girl, hunted across Izril. Vetn had known, but this?

Two Drake cities. They just walked in andwhy do they hate her so much? One Gnoll?

Its the Plains Eye tribe. They hate them more than anything in the world. Trust me. Other tribes wouldnt go this far. But Plains Eye? I think theres a reason. I dont know. I left when I was young.

Vetn stared back at the city. Tesy was looking back. The [Anarchists] had fled, to protect their homes. He turned to Vetn.

My friends dont fight warriors. Not like that. We can hide out with them, maybe. Butdo you know where to go?

A Thieves Guild might give her up.

No. Come on.

Vetn shrugged, matter-of-factly.

Depends on the price. Listen. Tesy. This istoo big. I dont know where to take her. Oteslia, Salazsar? We might not make it to either. But I do know who might help out. Shes nearby. Maybe

Tesy ran a claw, trembling, Mrsha noticed, down his neck spines. He looked at Vetn, and some composure returned.

Her? Shes not always an ally

Tesyjust shut up. Shes never turned you in, not once. She gives you money, and shed know a safe place if theres one in a local city. If you dont want to

Okay, okay. Yes! Lets go. Come on, Mrsha. Were going to a friend.

A friend of Tesy and Vetn? And also a safe place, apparently. Vetn sped ahead. He needed to check where she was, but any Mages Guild or Merchants Guild or local gossiper could tell him. That was how Mrsha found herself heading along a route no one could predict.

Not her worried mother. Not her pursuers. Not even Plains Eye.

They were the best of times, and the worstno, wait. They were just the best of times.

The Meeting of Tribes had gotten off to a big start, with festivities, games, activities, reunions, and spectacle. Now, nearly two months in

It was pretty much still going strong. Lehra woke up one day, dangling foot-first from a rope, still drunk, and had no idea what had happened.

Cliff jumping. You kept insisting it was your turn because you forgot you did it last time.

Suxhel, the Gazer [Wizard], patiently informed Lehra when she found one of her companions at their tents. Lehra rubbed at her face.

Didnt anyone stop me?

No. Everyone eventually left because you threw up on the way down. You fell asleep there.

Oh. But howd there get to be a cliff, anyw

Lehra turned, saw the giant wooden scaffolding and tower set up to let Gnolls and brave visitors leap from the top with the enchanted rope and stop a dizzying ten feet from the ground, and frowned.

Was that always there?

Suxhel rolled all her eyes, which, coming from a Gazer, was a sign of extreme annoyance. However, she still watched some Gnolls trying the new, and newly cleaned, activity.

It does surprise me. Even Lizardfolk dont do this.

Well, were an adventurous species.

Yes. Adventurous is exactly the word Id use.

Lehra grinned. The Star Gnoll was actually the one member of her species in Stargazers Promise, and while Suxhel had met many of her people, Lehra was something, even among Gnolls. She pointed.

The Meeting of Tribes is a time to have fun, Suxhel. New experiences!

I thought it was a time to give the great gifts and make deliberations on the future of Gnolls.

The Named Adventurer thought about it.

Well, yes. But thosere the Chieftains jobs. Do you think were here to sit about and be stuffy? Its super entertaining, every single day.

That was true. The biggest tribes worked hard to make sure there wasnt ever a lack of activities. Multiple events, per day, hosted by different tribes, meant that this gigantic fair never stopped being both economically and socially rewarding.

Case in point. Lehra dragged her friend over for food and the first activity she saw. She bought a pie, rather than find a free food stand, gobbled it down, and was licking her paws when she saw and remembered her friends in the Silverfang tribe.

Suxhel! Look! Lets visit, uh, uhInkar! Hey, is that Ekhtouch over there? I thought they were somewhere else.

She pointed at a gathering near the Silverfangs area. Children and adults were gathered up, in a placid activity of some kind. Suxhels eyes spotted what was going on at once, but Lehra had to come closer to see they were fiddling with beads, string, various carved symbols or even shells.

Oh! Theyre making jewelry?

Its free! Honored Lehra, will you make something? If you have anything, we can help you make something. A clasp for a jewel or stone? Earrings?

Lehra brightened up. Suxhel, who was a [Wizard] and thus loved magical accoutrements of all kinds, peered at the Gnolls helping children make necklaces. Some were on the level of childrens handicrafts, but some looked like bracelets or necklaces youd actually keep.

I have one last [Fit to Form] Skill for the hour! Whod like it? You?

A [Jeweler] walked over to a frantically waving young Gnoll woman. The necklace adjusted to fit her perfectly. In another area, a patient [Goldsmith] was working with actual gold, making earrings for a reduced fee.

Suxhel, do you want something? I could make an earring, maybe? Maybe a dangling one like that Drake has?

It will get torn out in your next fight. Like the last one. Get a pin.

Fine. Do you see Inkar? That other one?

Tkrn? No. They seem to be absent today.

Suxhels eyes scanned the crowd, but she didnt see the acquaintances theyd met earlier on. Nor even the new visitors. They were all scattered across the Meeting of Tribes.

Not everyone was having such a great time, despite the fun and fare. Children were allowed a lot of free roam in the Meeting of Tribes, and they met Gnolls they hadnt seen and never would outside this one event.

Sometimes friendships emerged. Odd meetings. Sometimes it changed your life. Adetr had been told of this, but he hadnt expected how it would happen to him.

The Gnoll seemingly made of metal sat, head lowered, waiting for his guest just outside the Steelfur Tribes tents. Some children were playing in the background.

Were going to win! Plains Eye or not!

Yeah? There are lots more of us!

It was a childrens war. It could be vicious, ugly, or silly. In this case it wasnt going to go to blood unless there was an accident. It was just the Steelfur cubs fighting with the Plains Eye tribe. There were nearly a thousand Plains Eye children, and a tenth of Steelfur, although more children were gathering in expectation of something interesting.

They could have gone to an activity, but sometimes you just had to fight. Adetr knew that. But he didnt so much as glance at them as he saw a young woman slow, apprehensively. He rose, and heard a call in the background.

Rawr! Were a bear! Get them!

Thats cheating! Thats cheating! How are they

Rose.

Adetr strode over to her, but the young woman had lost focus on him. She was staring at something. Adetr turned, and saw a sight that made even the other visitors turn and laugh or point.

The Steelfur children had formed a kind of living pyramid of bodies. They all had the famous grey, hard fur of their tribe, given to them by their Chieftain. The ones on the bottom were biggest, and carried the Gnolls on top forward in a living mimicry of a bear. The Plains Eye children, faced with a goliath, realized theyd lost their tactical advantage and fled, shouting.

Multiple child-formations began rising as other children copied them and began to have fights as multiple levels of children grappled with each other, trying to push the others off-balance so the entire structure collapsed.

Adetr had done the same thing when he was a cub. He had no time for that. The [Battle Seeker] had seen actual creations of steel, which rolled or even flew. He looked at a harbinger of nightmares.

Rose. She waved weakly at him and wished she didnt have to talk to the intense Gnoll warrior. Inkar had met Tkrn and she was friends with Gireulashia, Feshi, and all the other interesting and famous Gnolls. Some people had all the luck.

Speaking of Feshi, the Gnoll [Strategist] was gloomy because her friends had gone north on another huge adventure, but she was stuck at the Meeting of Tribes. She consoled herself that shed see them, especially if they were successful, and this was an important time. She had interesting people to meet here as well, and Yerranola had stayed because she needed the Oteslian medicine.

On this fairly ordinary extraordinary day, in the Meeting of Tribes that came once every twenty years, Lehra was trying to make a circlet with a few gems she had in her bag of holding. Rose was greeting Adetr for their discussions. Tkrn and Inkar were having a more enjoyable time watching Gire puzzle out the iPhone that Inkar owned.

As the sun rose to early morning, someone walked over to one of the innermost tribes present. Azmuzarre. The famous defenders of the Great Plains, small, but wielders of weapons of old. Ancient weapons made from the bones of Dragons or armor of scales and such.

Yet that was not what this Gnoll sought. Rather, their greatest warrior strode over to something hanging there. A lesser artifact; merely the gigantic, hollowed, crafted horn of a Horned Wyvern, a great beast from back in the day slain by warriors of old.

It hung on a vast stand, so huge it was her size again. Yet angled such that the tip now faced the Gnoll at head-height. She took a breath, and adjusted the converted horn into its new purpose. Then she blew through the cut opening.

It was no wail. The bass blast from the horn filled the air and every Gnoll present looked up, some clapping paws to their ears. A Gnoll on the cliff-diving scaffold turned, the magical rope around his foot. His buddy pushed him off and down he went, screaming. But then the other Gnoll stared.

Not in fear. If there was an attack, everyone would be piping their individual alarm calls and there would be howling. By the same token, there were few universal events. This, thoughhe began to grin and pointed, the first to see it.

Its happening! Its time!

He was actually the second to see it, but the first person. For across from the Gnoll, the only other being of comparable height moved. A hill that had already begun to sprout with grass and flora native to the Great Plains, sitting in the center of its tribe, moved.

The Earth Elemental of the Gaarh Marsh Tribe raised its head as the thunderous call went out. It looked up, once.

Time.

Everyone had gone silent. Lehra, frozen in the midst of trying to hang a bracelet from one of Suxhels eye-stalks, turned her head. She saw a figure move, amidst stillness.

A gigantic figure. Reserved. So tall she put even Gire to shame. A ragged cloak of fur, like a second body, hung from her frame. Her eyes had a second luminescence, or so it seemed.

There she was. The [Racdelbear Shapechanger], the legend of her tribe. Garsine Wallbreaker, striding next to the much smaller Chieftain who walked almost deferentially with her. Neither one was alone; flanking them were five of their best warriors, and their tribes [Shaman].

They were walking, with Garsine herself bearing something, a huge Chest of Holding in her long arms. Lehras mouth opened in delight, awe, and comprehension. She turned to Suxhel.

Whats happening, Lehra?

Its time. Suxhel! Its time! We have to get to my tribe!

That was what Gnolls all around her were saying. Lehra leapt up, tugging the Gazer, activities forgotten. She wouldnt go with her Chieftain, Nesiee, but she wanted to see, to be there. She saw Silverfangs tribe stir, and from their tents emerged another group.

Lehra knew them. Chieftain Akrisa of the Silverfang Tribe did not look any more surprised than Garsine or the others. She had adorned herself in silver, as was most fitting; a band of silver fangs from various monsters was her chief decoration, and her [Shaman] and partner, Cetrule, stood tall, fur groomed, garb immaculate.

They had no Garsine, but their company of Silverfangs warriors was no less dignified. Yet it was Krshia, and Senior Guardswoman Beilmark, who carried something wrapped in heavy, magic-concealing cloth between them. With ease, for it was light, but with immense pride and nerves. Lehras eyes fixed on it as Garsine Wallbreaker slowed.

Chieftain Akrisa. Will you walk with us? The Chieftains gather.

It would be our honor, Chieftain Terrough. However, we await

Akrisa looked to the side. She let the words linger as more figures strode forth.

Here came Chieftain Orelighn, of the Greenpaw tribe. Longstalkers Fang, on the other side, parted the sea of Gnolls as Chieftain Eska, Shaman Pulsg, and Honored Deskie walked forth, bearing their giftthe part that was obvious, at leastopenly.

Magic cloth. And a strange device that the [Spinners] knew quite well. Yet the bolts of shimmering cloth, some of Waisrabbit fur, others made with the Shockwoolie wool, or other magical creatures cloth, was something Deskie had labored over. It would be her last gift to the Meeting of Tribes, and the old [Magical Weaver] walked proudly.

From their tents came the Chieftain of Ekhtouch, Firrelle, and another escort. Four tribes met, coordinating their purpose and arrival.

Garsine and Chieftain Terrough noticed the way the four gathered. All Terrough did was nod, though, eyes keen, appraising.

We would be honored to walk with you.

Akrisa bowed her head to both, and so they did. Five tribes, each bearing a gift, great or small, towards the Meeting of Tribes.

Towards the huge tent that had been prepared for this enclave. Only the Chieftains, [Shamans], and Honored Gnolls would be let in. Three Gnolls per tribe at most. Even then, it would be a sea of them, because every tribe present had sent their Chieftain and a gift.

This was the day the Meeting of Chieftains began, and the great deliberations of Gnollkind began. Krshias blood was humming in her veins.

At last. At last. Gnolls stared at her, trying to sniff or see or guess what they carried. She kept her head high, noticing some tribes kept their gifts plain to see.

There was strategy in both. Some tribes plainly didnt have a great gift, so had tried to curry favor in other ways, or simply resigned themselves to a poorer showing. Some tried to camouflage this by hiding their gifts.

Others considered a show of it. Like Demas Metal, who had weapons and armor and ingots of their new Demas-alloy borne proudly behind their young Chieftain, an armorys worth.

Some tribes had enough for all. Others had one thing; a single magical blade, acquired at great cost from Hendall Furs group. Enough to arm a chosen Gnoll, perhaps. Some had already given their gifts and so made shows or reminded people of it, like the [Hunter]s tribe of Yth Rethang, who had provided a lot of the food that fed every Gnoll for free for the last two months; they had a procession of food on display, cured meats or preserved foodstuffs.

Time. Krshia walked slowly, praying she didnt trip. She didnt know if theyd present their gift right away. This was the first Meeting of Chieftains she had ever been privy to, and Akrisa herself had taken the mantle before the last Meeting of Tribes. She knew from second-hand knowledge that the most powerful tribes spoke first, and the gifts would be shown with each Tribes pleas or suggestions over the coming days and maybe even weeks. It would be discussion. Great deeds.

She had to succeed. Success for Silverfangs, decisions on Earthand Mrsha. Krshias heart pricked with worry, but if there were any way to curtail the huntshe would have talked to each Chieftain individually, had this not been in the works. They had to present their case first. So she walked, carrying the great tome of magic. As the Chieftains gathered.

Krshia told herself she had little to fear. There would be disagreements, arguments, but they were all Gnolls. She brought them tidings of magic, a view that challenged tradition on white Gnolls. Yet they were Gnolls. She had no enemies here.

Oh, I have an idea. Ill pay you five thousand gold.

The Thief of Clouds considered it. His eyes sparkled at the challenge. He looked at the object he had to steal.

I think I can use my Skills on that. Make it fifteen thousand?

Qwera grabbed for his ear and he ducked away. Mrsha held up a bit of parchment.

Make it twenty thousand!

Now that was how you cheated with Skills and meaning. The Golden Gnoll winked at her. Mrsha liked Qwera already. Vetn, Tesy, they were alright.

And sheshe was going to beat those stinky Plains Eye Gnolls. Mrsha wiggled in delight at her plan. No one was going to expect this.

The Meeting of Chieftains had to be led. By custom, the hosting tribe, Azmuzarre, along with the eldest [Shaman], that of Gaarh Marsh, convened the event. The vast tent that the chattering Chieftains and [Shamans], introducing themselves, settling in clear groups or deliberately apart, gathered in, had been fashioned into a round bowl, so that someone could stand in the center and talk, or speak and be seen and heard across the vast place.

There were over two thousand representatives, from tribes big and small. A vast gathering. Dangerous?

Well, if all the Chieftains and [Shamans] and greatest members of their tribes were to perish in this one moment, certainly. But apart from Adetrs paranoia, there was little to fear.

From Named Adventurersalthough Lehra wasnt among those actually attending because she presumed it was going to be boringto the many warriors outside, there was no way anyone was getting inside.

Of course, Gnolls could be invited and they often were, to give testimonial, put forth ideasKrshia heard a murmur.

The Raskghar.

Her ears pricked up. A growling Chieftain sat, bright-eyed, muttering down to Demas Metals Chieftain.

Are they going to appear before us today? Id rather get it over with. I can still smell them.

Today, unless a tribe brings up something of more importance still. I cannot imagine what that might be.

The first Chieftain, that of Heshfurs tribe, one Krshia didnt know, far to the east, grinned and sat back.

Then youve never been to one of these events before. Tomorrow, then.

Krshia was vibrating with nerves. She was about to bring up something greater than even the Raskghar. Which would it be first? Akrisa noticed her younger sisters nerves and leaned over to whisper, so quietly only they could hear.

Gift first. Show them magic. Then tell them a key to it should not be slain. Leave Inkar for Eska and her tribe. First our gift, then Mrsha. Then Earth.

Cetrule nodded imperceptibly. Krshia nodded. That was a logical way to do it. She had seen some of the other gifts of the tribes. Some were fine, others mediocre.

Silverfangs? She didnt know if even a great tribe could beat it. Mind you, not all had tried as hard. Krshia and Akrisa had planned and labored for two decades to make their debut here, and impress the others. She was almost positive the spellbook would be beyond others.

Even so, she waited as Azmuzarres Chieftain spoke. She was an old Gnoll, a [Warrior] to her core. The Gaarh Marsh Tribes [Shaman] was even more old still, and when she died, it would probably be Plains Eyes Ulcreziek who convened future meetingsif he didnt pass away as well.

Theirs was a huge gathering in the center, surrounded by Steelfur and other traditional tribes. Woven Bladegrass sat far opposite with the young tribes, progressives, newly-formed. Some, like Demas Metal, were carefully neutral.

Silverfang was as well, to some extent. That Ekhtouch sat with them was already attracting notice. Krshia saw Chieftain Iraz glancing her way. Her stomach tightened, but his nod made her relax.

In exchange for knowledge about Rose, he had agreed to support Silverfang in speaking first at this gathering. It was a simple procedure.

Every tribe wanted to be first, but only a few would actually stand when the [Shaman] of Gaarh Marsh asked. Only those who thought they could have enough tribes stand to support them.

Chieftains only. That was how they voted. This was a communal affair, and they would work out every tribes issue, from first to last. Krshia had heard of Chieftains meeting every day for three months straightalthough that was an outlier. She doubted it would take that long. Theyd argue and discuss outside of the eight hour sessions, and you could actually come and go. But no one would do that on this first day.

Chieftain Xherw of the Plains Eye tribe himself glanced at Akrisa, and his look was intent. But then he glanced around the room.

Tribes of power. Great tribes. Krshia knew many.

Gaarh Marsh. Weatherfur. Plains Eye. Wild Wastes. Steelfur. Azmuzarre. Populations so huge that they could equal Drake cities in number, and make even the Walled Cities walk carefully. Tribes she had never even seen, only heard of, like Deskoit Travellers, who moved by night.

The three of them sat, fur dark as midnight, comfortably talking with the Wild Wastes Chieftain. Honored Berr wasnt present for some reason; then again, not all Gnolls wanted to sit and listen, great moments or not.

Silverfang counted itself among the bigger tribes, not the greatest.

Brothers and Sisters of the Plains.

The voice of Azmuzarres Chieftain made Krshia jump, and she wasnt the only one. It was a roar fit for a battlefield and echoed in this tent. The Chieftain moderated her tone.

At last we gather. So again, twenty years ago I stood here. So, now. Let the cities of Drakes remember who we are. Now is the time to plan our future. To gather our strength for great deed and necessity. I will not speak long. I give this to Gaarh Marshs wise Theikha. We shall speak of our enemy soon enough.

She had said far more with that speech, however. A reminder that Azmuzarre had hosted this last gathering. As always, a reminder that Drakes did not rule Izril alone.

Chieftain Xherw frowned a bit, as did some Chieftains who thought Azmuzarre made much, acting as the war-leader of any presumed host. However, the universally respected Honored Theikha, [Shaman] of Gaarh Marsh, was more diplomatic in word.

As each tribe has many needs and wishes, I call upon each to stand and lay every issue they might before the Chieftains present. We shall return to some issues, but they shall all be heard in time. If you have a gift to share among the tribes, let it be when you speak. I shall oversee and silence the most furious arguments, but I am intermediary alone. I do not speak for my tribe. Let my voice be the one of reason if tempers flare. After allsome reason is needed in such times, yes?

A chuckle. The old, grey-haired Gnoll smiled around as tribes relaxed. She was a good pick and had done this two times, a sign of skill and age. Krshias breath caught.

Now was the moment she had waited twenty years for. She saw Akrisa trembling, and Cetrule silently placing a hand on his partners shoulder. She nodded as the three Silverfangs waited. Theikha looked around, eyes knowing.

Then. Which tribes will first lay their claim before the Meeting of Chieftains?

A moment of humongous silence. Even Akrisa didnt move, even though she had planned this. To stand was a sign. A sign you considered your message most important of all. She slowly began to rise, as another body shot to its feet.

Chieftain Reizet, of Azmuzarre. She had returned to her tribe, and stood. Krshia saw Akrisa freeze as Azmuzarres Chieftain barked.

I do not stand for my tribe alone, but for all tribes! I sayI ask that we bring forth our ancient foe, the Raskghar, and deal with them first of all!

Voices rose in surprise, murmurs of agreementsilenced as Theikha, frowning, looked at Chieftain Reizet.

One Chieftain speaks. It is a matter of Azmuzarre, Chieftain Reizet, to claim Raskghar as the first issue of note. All tribes care about all issues. Who else wishes to speak?

A moment of silence. Akrisa rose.

I am Chieftain Akrisa of the Silverfang Tribe. I ask to bring forth a decision regarding our gift, which I find worthy to put forth before even the Raskghar. As well as a discussion on the traditions of our tribes.

Hers was far more of an enigmatic statement, but it raised even more of a murmur. She thought her gift was more important than the Raskghar? Some Gnolls laughed, but others looked at Krshia and she heard a murmur.

Liscor.

From whence the Raskghar had come. Even Reizet frowned at Akrisa. Krshia was vibrating so hard she thought she was shaking her seat, but she saw the Wild Wastes Chieftain, Gaarh Marsh, Weatherfurs Chieftainand Feshiall looking their way.

Two tribes wish to speak. Then let each Chieftain vote

Theikha began, but a third candidate rose. And this one neither Krshia nor Reizet expected.

I am from a new tribe. Forgiveness, Shaman Theikha, I did not know how this gathering worked. I am Chieftain Werri of the Woven Bladegrass Tribe, and I bring forth a discussion fit to change all tribes. I bring to you our gift, and an offering to be decided on.

Chieftain Werri rose, the young Gnoll and her tribe who had made war on the Drakes poised, grinning widely. Krshia saw Xherw frown, and the tribes looked at this third challenger.

Three. No one else rose. It was incredible; even the great tribes didnt think anything was more important than Raskghar. So why these two?

Very well. Three tribes ask to be heard first. We shall vote. Who stands for the Azmuzarre tribes request?

Theikha didnt waste time. Now Krshias fur prickled. They could, of course, always be heard after the Raskghar, but Mrsha was in danger and each deliberation could take ages or a short time depending on how long they argued. There was protocol for that.

But nowshe watched as Chieftains got to their feet, rose, or, sometimes, looked around and sat down. Because this was factional, to some degree. Who voted meant other tribes might agreeor disagree if they had issues with the tribes supporting.

Plains Eyes Xherw rose with great dignity, the force of his presence in the air. Instantly, other tribes rose with him. Decles, traditionalists, Azmuzarre, of course

Not Iraz. Xherw turned his head, visibly surprised, and then looked around.

Gaarh Marsh was seated. Wild Wastes, WeatherfurKrshias heart leapt in her chest. Deskoit Travellers were completely caught off-guard. They and their allies had risen, but not even a fifth of the tribes here had supported talking about the Raskghar!

Some Chieftains had risen, taken a look at Iraz, who was pointedly staring at Akrisa, and sat back down. Even Theikha seemed surprised.

Then, who will rise for Silverfang? And their gift?

Iraz stood, as well as Ekhtouch, Greenpaw, Longstalkers Fang, Akrisa herselfover a hundred different Chieftains rose to their feet in a moment. Curiosity, knowledge of Silverfangs relationship with the Raskghar, following the great tribes like Iraz and Ekhtouch

Krshia breathed. It was happening. She turned to Akrisa, beamingjust in time for Cetrule to inhale. She looked back at the [Shaman] and saw him looking around.

If less than a fifth of the tribes had voted for Azmuzarre, a fourth of the room was now on its feet. Butand this was some advanced math herea fifth and a fourth didnt even equal one half of the room.

The other tribes were sitting. And the greatest tribes, even Weatherfur, had yet to move. Theikha nodded. She sensed it too.

Very well. Not all tribes will vote, so I ask. Who will hear Woven Bladegrass and Chieftain Werri first?

Dead silence. Then Wild Wastes, Weatherfur, Gaarh Marshs Chieftains all stood in unison. Werri grinned. Gnoll Chieftains rose, glancing at her tribe, some nodding, others following the biggest tribes.

Half the room rose to its feet. Krshia choked and the other Chieftains, even Iraz, even Xherw, Reizet especially, looked aghast.

A new tribe had just beaten two old ones in presenting its gift and case first. Theikha let the murmurs run for a good minute. She lifted her paw.

It is done. Woven Bladegrass will offer its gift and proposals first. Then Silverfang. Then Azmuzarre. Those who wish to speak afterwards will ask then. Chieftain Werri. You may speak where you stand or come to the center.

She bowed, slightly, and Chieftain Werri descended. A small Gnoll. Very short by their species standards. Krshia had heardshe could grow.

The Chieftain stopped, a second, and looked around that gathering of Chieftains. She was unafraid. Like Reizet, she was a warrior, and she neither flinched nor hesitated. She grinned, with young bravado, with a passion to put age to shame.

I thank you all for hearing my words first. Some of your tribes know what I plan to ask. Others simply agree with me. My tribe, from the day it was founded, has fought the Drake cities. We do not seek peace, with these overlords of scale who think to claim our lands, to tell us what to do with their armies. Woven Bladegrass will fight on behalf of the tribes. But, I think, we will not do it alone.

Woven Bladegrass makes war and brings us into conflict with the Drakes. We can ill afford it. Not all tribes hunger for blood like yours.

A Chieftain leapt to her feet and shouted at Werri. Krshia was stunned, but apparently that was completely acceptable. Now a proposal had been launched, anyone could speak. Werri just laughed.

Not all tribes have the strength to live in peace with Drakes! Or have all you, Chieftains, always felt Drakes were happy neighbors? Or did they tolerate us, make threats, make demands, treat our people like savages? Barbarians of the plains?

The Gnolls muttered. She struck a chord, even with Krshia, who was used to Liscor. But a laugh came from lower down in the stands.

Some of us are savages. [Barbarians]. Let them call us what they want.

Wild Wastes Chieftain was reclining. Werri grinned, and ducked her head as a few people chuckled; others were disapprovingly staring at the pipe the Chieftain was smoking.

Perhaps so, Chieftain Perale. But I askhave you never heard of Paworkers? Do you not know of tribes that have disappeared because a Drake city objected to them being there?

A slow nod was her reply. A silence that spoke volumes. However, then Chieftain Iraz rose. He glanced once at Akrisa, perhaps in apology, before glaring at Werri.

Not all tribes make war to enflame the Drakes fury, Chieftain Werri. They are quite capable of sending armies to attack us all because of what you do. What would you say to that?

Her eyes glittered.

I would say, great Chieftain Iraz, that your tribe is famous for fighting Drakes as well. But if mine has burnt cities of Drakes? What of Plains Eye, who, in their hunt for Doom, has set multiple cities ablaze! Who has provoked more, eh?

Krshia sat bolt upright. Now, all eyes turned to Chieftain Xherw. He calmly stood, as Shaman Ulcre stood with him.

We hunt monsters, Chieftain Werri. It must be done. I admit we have provoked the cities. Both our tribe and yours. We shall decide if censure is needed for both, here. Your point? I ask it, yes?

The calm response made Werri scowl for a second. She gestured, without a word, and the Chieftains turned as Gnolls marched down, carrying huge chests, and unveiled their gift before the tribes.

This is what I offer.

It was what Krshia had expected. She saw magical swords, shields, arms and armor being placed down around Werri. Not just enough for a hundred Gnolls to be geared up. Not just enough for a thousand.

Weapons for a small army, magical all. Lesser or greater enchantments; usually lesser. Looted, perhaps used and now recycled into gifts.

Spoils of war. It was an impressive gift, but not impressive, if that made sense. It was entirely what Werri would give if anyone thought about it, so while there were a few murmurs, even she did not stand long on her gift.

I offer weapons and armor for battle! To each tribe!

Fitting. Enough to arm a warrior from head to toe in most tribes. Is this your gift that exceeds the Raskghars danger, though, Chieftain Werri?

That remark was amazingly snippy and it came from Reizet herself. Werri turned and the look the two warrior-Chieftains gave was like lightning bolts meeting in midair. Then Werri bowed deeply, and, in this setting, it was the most insulting thing she could have done. Azmuzarres warrior and [Shaman] growled, and Theikha stirred. But Werri continued.

It would be a poor gift, yes, Chieftain Reizet. A poor gift, say, to a weapon of Dragonbone. If Azmuzarre ever thought to share its great power with another tribe. But it never does.

Chieftain Werri. We do not provoke conflict. State your piece, please.

The growling from Reizets throat was followed by Theikhas warning. Werri nodded. She turned and shouted to the others.

This is half of Woven Bladegrass gift, Chieftains. The other half is conditional! I did not think to offer it, but I accepted it on behalf of my tribe to offer you. A great offer, and a gift.

Krshias eyes narrowed. What was this? This was what Werri had intended. What could be on par with their gift? What could

We claim the Great Plains, though few Drake cities ever acknowledge it as ours. We claim bits and pieces of land, and travel, for the Drakes put down their damned cities and say all this is mine. We never put flags and stone down, so we have no claim. As they say it. We have contracts. Some tribes have land, like Greenpaw

Werri turned and Orelighn jumped and went white under his fur as everyone suddenly looked at him. But he was only the point to her claim. Werri brandished something in her paws. It looked like a contract scroll, enforced by magic.

A good one. Krshia leaned in. Werris voice dropped. She was practically shaking with excitement, now.

There is little land not ours. Some of our kin even went to Chandrar, and perhaps some tribes will say we should follow them

Weatherfurs Chieftain jumped and Feshi inhaled as Werri glanced at them. Both glared, and some Chieftains gasped.

Chandrar? Leave Izril?

She had just given away their plan! Krshia sat back, having heard the same. What was Werri doing? Yet the Chieftain brandished the contract.

I sayI say we do not need to go to Chandrar! Or go north! I know there are Chieftains who wish to live among Humans! I know there are Chieftains who wish to join the King of Destructionperhaps even his messengers stand among us! But there is land here. I hold in my paws an agreement. An agreement that would give us, by contract, witnessed by magic, four hundredthousand acres of land. As a gift, offered freely! With more to come if we accept what is offered.

Four hundred th? Krshias gasp filled the room along with voices of sheer incredulity. That wasshe tried to estimate. A square of over six hundred miles!

Multiple tribes could roam around freely in that space! Given? To Woven Bladegrass?

This cannot be true, Chieftain Werri. Not even a Walled City would give that much as a gift.

Chieftain Xherw snapped. Many Chieftains barked agreement. Yet Werris smile was confident.

I do not lie, Chieftain Xherw. The free land is a place, and this contract is true. It extends from Recles Ridge, all the way down to the mouth of the River Illel.

She named Izrilian landmarks. The names were certainly that, butKrshias brow furrowed. She thought she knew the names, but who had that much land? No Wall Lord, even. Not even Ilvriss could justbut where had she heard the names?

Cetrules mouth had opened wide. He knew where that was. Xherw turned to Ulcrethen the [Shaman] barked a hoarse laugh.

Chieftain Werri. That is a poor joke. Those lands are alreadynot occupied, but claimed. That? That isno ones land. Land that used to belong to Manus. It extends from their borders right up tothe Hivelands.

Irazs neck whirled around. Then he leapt to his feet. Chieftain Werri grinned. Theikha had to actually bar the way of the Steelfurs Chieftain as he descended, pointing a finger at her.

Chieftain Iraz! Let Chieftain Werri speak!

Are you consorting with the Antinium, Werri?

I consort with no one, Chieftain Iraz! Listen to me!

The shouting died down as everyone listened. Krshia was on the edge of her seat. Werri, turned, eyes alight.

This is a gift. From no less than the Grand Queen of the Antinium. Before you shoutit is a gift unfettered. She contacted me, via the one known as the Small Queen, nearly a year ago. This is a giftthough we need not take it. I know it is near danger, but she assured me that we would never conflict with the Antinium. And this is the offer she asked me to present.

Now, everyone hung on her words. Even Xherw, who had been prepared for revelations about another world. Even Iraz, Krshia, AkrisaWerri spoke. To the tribes who had no love for Drakes, to their

Allies. Who began to realize this Meeting of Tribes might be concerning indeed.

She asks nothing of us. Antinium are not Gnolls, and we have shed blood with each other. We do not know each other. Howeverthe Antinium and Drakes are bitter enemies, yet they left us largely alone in two wars. Drakes made war on our people for aeons. Should we come to the aid of these cities for lip service and a dagger in the back when they have no need of us? The Grand Queen asks nothing of us. Exactly nothing.

Meaning?

Chieftain Perales whisper was quiet. Feshis head was raised, like someone hearing distant war drums. Or her Professors laughter. Werris eyes shone.

If the Antinium should go to war with the Drakeswe will not take arms against them. A pact of non-aggression. Either way, an enemy weakens. We take not the Antiniums side. We take not the Drakes. Neither has love of us. So why should we die for the other? That is what I put before you, first.

Dead silence. Krshias mind spun with the implications. Xherw was on his feet. Werri waited, as even Theikhas head turned with a look of consternation. Right before the roar of voices, even bodies surging down to argue with her in the center.

The Meeting of Chieftains had truly begun.

News about the first offer of the Antinium to Gnoll tribes was out and in circulation within the hour. From Grand Magus Eldavin and Wistram, to Drake cities, certain people heard the contents through various means and flipped.

Sometimes literally. But while Grand Magus Eldavin cursed again that Wistram should have taken more interest in the Meeting of Tribes, it was not to say that there werent representatives at that gathering.

Just not Wistram. Because Gnolls had no magic, or at least, none that included Wistram and there was a mutual grudge over some misunderstanding.

Which was an interesting thing, when you really got down to it. As for the news with the Antinium? Well, it was interesting, but it had no way of passing. Even the most radical tribes would hesitate before thinking about that kind of deal, which would make the Drakes hostile.

Whether they took the land was interesting. Still concerning, because it meant the Antinium were showing a level of radical cunning beyond what anyone had expected of them.

He only wished he could see, and have a voice in that gathering. Not for the first time, the Necromancer, Azkerash, bane of the living and so on and so forth, regretted that Regrika Blackpaw had been exposed, right before this Meeting of Tribes when her identity had been neatly set up.

Then again, if she were revealed by the highest-level [Shamans], it might be just as concerning. It was not impossible. He had agents in the Meeting of Tribes, both direct and indirect, but he didnt have anyone inside the tent with the Chieftains. It was inherently dangerous.

That was why Kerash posed as a travelling warrior, albeit one who had spoken with Chieftains. It was the logical move to influence events without putting him in any danger of being seen by someone who could break through the veils. AgainAzkerash was beyond almost all living mortals, but specialists could match him in one area, especially if talents combined.

Of course that went the other way as well. He was privy to the frantic [Message] spells shooting out of the Meeting of Tribes, despite their poor attempts at concealment.

Peace with the Antinium. I did not consider that. However, even if I thought it had the remotest chance of passingwhich it does notI am not sure which would benefit me. Her vote will, of course, fail. Even Chieftain Werri understands that. This is a sign there is a growing rift between Drakes and Gnolls once more. Perhaps an opportunity to truly sow discord here.

He mused. Kerash, who was roaming the outside of the Meeting of Chieftains, the very outskirts lest Chieftain Ulcre or someone else look at him, listened to his masters voice.

Should I attempt to find the Chieftains if they leave the tent?

Perril Chandler paused but a moment, thinking.

No, Kerash. Continue to circle. You will attend another Chieftain you have met tonight, and discuss with them the issue then.

Yes, Master.

Some things were very curious. Azkerash frowned. NoArchmage Chandler frowned, because this reminded him of his past.

Gnolls were never the most populous species at Wistram. Did I perceive aa decline in their number? YesI did. I mentioned it to Zelkyr, but only once. This narrative that Gnolls know no magic, however? Do you know what this is, Belavierr?

He turned. Speaking of specialists beating the great legends of oldthe Stitch Witch sat, her eyes locked on the representation of the world as through Kerashs eyes on the scrying orb. She was furious.

She had come back, missing an eye, from her errand abroad, down on magic, time, and dignity. She had refused to talk about it. Now, she sat, hunched over. She did not speak to Azkerash, but to his servant.

There is a child there. Stare at her. Left.

Kerash hesitated, but turned his head. He peered at a Gnoll boy, running along, laughing.

Cers! Stop that!

Kerash stared, but Belavierr had lost interest. She kept telling him to stare at random Gnoll children. Azkerash did not know why, but someone had incurred her wrath. A dangerous thing.

Only then did the Spider address Azkerash.

Gnolls have become [Mage]-less?

She was as oblivious as he was. Which wasnt surprising, but the Necromancer had found that Belavierr either knew nothing of even obvious events, like Ailendamus riseor she was hyper specialized and knew some knowledge about the secrets of the world that even he lacked.

A strange belief, yes. Wistram Academy has no Gnoll [Mages]. Which is odd because their narrative is that Gnolls cannot learn magic.

Odd.

Even the Stitch Witch looked interested at that. Azkerash continued.

I have encountered Gnolls capable of performing arcane magic as opposed to spiritual magic.

I have as well.

Do you recall any in recent history?

The two immortals thought. Recent history was a loaded term for them. Belavierr twisted her neck left. Right. Azkerash himself frowned. Then he had it.

The [Druid] child. There was a Gnoll child with white fur.

Belavierr twitched. Her ringed gaze slowly, slowly crept over to him. Azkerash met it.

Do you have something to add, Stitch Witch?

No. Proceed.

Azkerash continued, speaking more to Kerash because he could tell Belavierr nothing she did not already know. Organizing his thoughts on a verbal level.

She was capable of arcane magic. I sensed a reservoir within her. Or ratherher fur. She had white fur.

This matters?

Belavierr tilted her head again. Azkerashs gaze flicked to her.

Fur is a storage device, or can be. For power.

More than power with their kind.

Belavierrs comment made Azkerash raise his brows. That was intriguing. He had no idea about white furs significance.

I shall discuss it with you later, Belavierr. Perhaps in the context of an undead creation?

Yes. One made of fur.

Her smile was deeply malicious. Again, the Necromancer felt like he was missing a piece of the puzzle, but he nodded slowly.

Fur. I merely mention it as proof that she was capable of arcane magic. Gnolls are, of course, experts in the spiritual, collective magic of their peopleI do not recall seeing many arcane vessels or mana wells. But they are hardly magic-less.

True. They have been [Witches], and [Shamans], and [Archmages]. Why would anyone doubt it?

Perhaps theyve forgotten?

So soon?

It was a fault of their kind that both saw a hundred years, or even forty, as a small amount of time. Azkerash was only two hundred years old, but the narrative had amazed him. Belavierr hadnt even heard of the change.

I distinctly recall Gnolls who were [Mages]. Now thoughKerash, I will overlay your sight. Inspect the Gnolls passing by.

The undead Draug had been patiently listening to the discussion as he pretended to eat food, socialize, and whatnot. Now he obediently turned his head. Azkerash and Belavierr peered through his eyes.

Odd.

That was what the Stitch Witch said at last. Azkerash murmured.

That is odd. Perhaps there is some credence. What could have caused it, though? Nowait! I see some arcane magic. There. Kerash, that Gnoll.

The impressive Gnoll warriors head turned. Azkerash relaxed.

You see? There are Gnolls with innate magical power. At least one. The othersI didnt even sense a mana well. Did you?

The Spider made no answer. She had produced a thread and was slowly knitting it into a shape. Her eyes were suddenlyinterested. Not just wrathful.

A strange Meeting of Tribes. I remember when they were only every hundred years. Why so soon together?

Were they grand affairs?

Archmage Chandler asked, his interest piqued as a student of history. Belavierr considered the question.

Monarchs came to beg favors. I went to trade. I saved my best works for that time. Yes. Yes, they were.

Kerash approached the Gnoll they had identified as the two talked. Even moving casually, it wasnt hard; she was stumbling around, eyes vacant. Azkerash frownedhe sensed something, but he went on, like a professor to his students. He couldnt help but explain.

There, you see? She lacks for a distinct mana poolbut she too has an arcane reservoir. In her muscles, of all things. Physical magic. Have you ever seen it?

Mmm. I dont recall.

Belavierr stared blankly at Grimalkins apprentice. Azkerash nodded.

It is an esoteric school. But this Gnoll has converted her muscles into a distinct, separate mana environment, you see? Even lacking a mana poolthey all lack one. But she can clearly cast magic. See? [Mage]. Level 8.

Interesting.

Belavierr peered at the Gnoll. Azkerash was about to tell Kerash to continue looking around, object lesson done, but the Stitch Witchs eyes were glittering.

She is enchanted.

The Necromancers head turned. He had missed itonly vaguely sensed it. Belavierr could somehow see it, even through his spells. But a [Necromancer] had to

[True Sight]. [Eye of Revelations].

Kerashs sight changed. The two undead saw what Belavierr had already sensed. Azkerash frowned.

Hexes. Thisthis is interesting.

I sense a pattern here.

Belavierr smiled. Azkerash nodded slowly. He began to decipher the spells. Not arcane magic, his purview, that of [Mages], but he could see what they did. Mind, confidencesomeone fairly high-level had cast them on her. He glanced at Belavierr as Ferkr stumbled along, fur ragged, eyes blank.

Then he heard the second great gift of the Meeting of Tribes and his eyes opened wide. Interesting? He decided exciting was more appropriate.

Is that a spellbook of the Rihal era? A teaching spellbook in first-class condition? I think it is. A genuine Tome of the Rihal Imperium. It has to be three hundred years old! The market worth alone must have beenhow did they find?

Belavierr glanced at Azkerash. She was trying to pull the first thread of a very interesting web out, untangle it. She was distracted by the Necromancer as he suddenly sat forwards with a collectors avid fascination and edged away so she could concentrate.

[Mages].

The vote was fast and simple. It still took nearly two hours, mainly to calm down the angry Chieftains. The debate had mostly been one of hot blood, but as Theikha patiently reminded the others, they could revisit the issue of new lands given to them by the Antinium.

Who will accept supporting non-aggression with the Antinium?

No one stood. A few Chieftains half-rose, looked around to make sure they were seen, and sat. But not even Werri supported it. She just returned to her seat, her smile self-evident, of a job well done.

Next, Silverfang. Please, Chieftain Akrisa, present your gift.

It was almost a relief after the raging debate, so much so that Krshia almost forgot all of her terror and excitement. Almost. Yet Akrisa herself helped Krshia bring down the tome. The Chieftains sat forward, even Xherw, who hadnt heard of the gift, only Irazs part of it.

Ulcre, though, the Shaman of the Plains Eye, was already frowning before the magical blanket was removed. Other [Shamans] had sensed the power there too. But as the blanket was thrown back, it came out.

A treasure from what felt like ages ago. Brought by Ryoka Griffin, to pay a debt that Krshia had thought would ruin all.

Treasure of the Grand Magus Eldavin. A great, vast volume, bound in beautiful leather, bigger than Mrsha was, so wide across two Gnolls had to carry it.

Yet light as a feather. Enchanted with so much magic that Krshia had thought you could have dragged it behind the wagon, rather than kept it in secret and security, and it would not have suffered a scratch.

A shining tome of Rihal, bearing the signet of an imperium long lost. A spellbook of magic, glowing in the light, to teach young students every basic spell ever known to their kingdom.

A magic book.

The gasps and murmurs of appreciation were but a herald to what Krshia wanted. She waited, but Akrisa was looking at her. Krshia nearly swallowed her tongue, but then gulped and spoke.

II am Krshia Silverfang! Sister to Chieftain Akrisa! In the name of the Silverfang Tribe, I offer the tribes of Izril a spellbook of magic! A Tome of Rihal, from ages past, to teach every spell from Tier 1 to Tier 4 to anyone who would learn magic! I offer it that Gnolls may once again claim their glory among the [Mages] of this world.

Dead silence. Gnolls stared down at Krshia. She saw some look up. Feshi, with eyes alight with wonder. Some were approving, like Gaarh Marshs [Chieftain] and Theikha herself, smiling as she glanced at the book. Krshias back straightened

Then she heard a laugh. A laugh, not mocking, but moreher head turned, and she saw the Chieftain of the Decles tribe shaking his head at her.

Honored Krshia Silverfang. Is this the gift you bring before the tribes? A magic spellbook? Nolet me not make light of it. Is a relic indeed, and will fetch a vast sum if Fissival or another city, even hated Wistram, buys it. But do you claim that Gnolls should be [Mages]?

Her heart sank. Yet Krshias chin rose.

I do. I have met Gnolls who are capable of learning magic! I have heard the story of how our apprentice was mocked at Wistram, but I have met two Gnolls that

Honored Krshia. Chieftain Akrisa. I do not mean to be rude.

Shaman Ulcre rose slowly. He looked at Theikha, who was disapproving. The [Shaman] bowed.

And I do not mean to interrupt, Shaman Theikha, but to prevent misunderstandingsI have often heard the claim Gnolls can learn magic. Certainly, we sent an apprentice forty years back to learn magic and Wistram insulted them. But I have never once seen a Gnoll who truly cast magic as [Mages] do. Only those who mistook a [Shaman]s magic for a [Mage]s, or who lied.

Krshia saw the Chieftains nodding, even Weatherfurs. But Feshi was watching her, and Werri, who had come alight with interest. Firrelle, Eska, even Orelighn, all were looking confused; none had known this was Silverfangs gift. Dismayed? Krshia knew they were wrong.

Great Shaman Ulcre. I appreciate your knowledge, but my sister has seen Gnolls who cast magic. Even learned from this very book.

It was Akrisa who spoke next. Krshia glanced gratefully at her sister. Ulcre dipped his head. Krshia nodded.

I have, Chieftains. I say to youit might be difficult, but I saw with my very eyes, a child who did not know our failing pick up a wand and began to cast spells.

Ah.

Ulcre nodded. Understandingly. Even expectantly. Xherw leaned forwards, calmly. Waiting.

Will you have them perform magic before us, then, Krshia Silverfang?

The Gnoll woman hesitated.

She is not here, Shaman. I had sent for her, but

Her eyes slid sideways to Akrisa. They should have led with Mrsha. But Krshia had been prepared. She straightened her back.

But there is another! I did not send for her because I knew that there was also a Ferkr, apprentice to Magus Grimalkin of Pallass! She cast magic and

Now the laughter came from a few spots. Chucklesbut only a few. Most Gnolls shook their heads, wincing. Krshia stuttered and Ulcre gave her a sympathetic look. Xherw as well, genuinely sympathetic.

Because she didnt know.

Honored Krshia. This Ferkr you speak of? Was she the one who admitted she was a fraud in front of the others at the beginning of the Meeting of Tribes?

She did, but she was

Lying? Krshia Silverfangs tongue went still. Ferkr, Mrsha, both mattered, but she had never wanted to rely on either. The proof was right in front of her. And the [Shaman] knew it too.

Ulcre looked at her, and at the book.

Can anyone cast magic? Can you? Once again, as we have in times past, let us bring forward the question of magic before the Chieftains of Izril. I am willing to let anyone cast magic from this spellbook, which I have no doubt is a relic of old. But

He looked around and there was silence. Desperately, Krshia opened the spellbook. The magic swam in front of her eyes, but she had never quite managed a spell. And even as Cetrule came down the steps, he stared at the words, put his paw on the page andandshook his head.

I cannot do it. I have no power here, Krshia.

Akrisas head turned, as her skin blanched under her fur. Krshia desperately looked around. Some Chieftains just didnt look at her, politely, to avoid compounding the moment. She searched for words in her dry mouth as Xherw stood.

Let us hear whatever Silverfang has to say. Magic aside, they have brought a Relic to us, and we shall not take that lightly. Honored Krshia, Chieftain Akrisa, proceed.

They tried, or rather, Akrisa did, but it had all gone wrong. Allaccording to someones plan. Deeply laid. Krshia Silverfang felt the world imploding around her.

Until the shouting. The argument at the entrance to the Meeting of Chieftains. Shaman Theikhas head rose and Chieftain Reizet bounded to her feet. Yet she did not throw out the intruder. She looked down, eyes alight. Then shouted down.

Shaman Theikha. Here comes someone to put truth to claims, or lay it to rest. Will you let someone in, by Azmuzarre? She dared to challenge even my warriors. I saylet the Gnoll come forth!

Krshias head rose, as the voice cut through the roaring. Shaman Theikha nodded, interested. And down she came.

Shaman Ulcres polite stare away from Krshia suddenly turned. Chieftain Xherws sympathetic smile shifted. He looked up, as a figure came down the stairs.

Young. Well-muscled, even for warriors. Stepping, well, shaking like a leaf before a storm. Yet she did walk down, despite it all. Freed. Apprentice to the Sinew Magus of Pallass. And he did not train cowards.

Ferkr. She came to a rest, in front of Krshia, Akrisa. Her eyes lingered on the spellbook. Then she bowed to Shaman Theikha, and in a trembling voice, spoke.

II am Ferkr of Pallass. Apprentice to Grimalkin the Fist! Sinew Magus of Pallass. By his bidding, my master asked me to present myself here and prove that magic can be cast by Gnolls. I was intercepted by Gnolls who convinced me I was wrong. But they were wrong. It can be done.

She looked sideways, straight at Shaman Ulcre and Chieftain Xherw. The Plains Eye Gnolls looked at each other. Now, Krshias pulse roared in her veins.

Now.

-

The Spider sensed it. A weave across time and space and lifetimes. She followed the thread. She did not have to hear what was going on in the Meeting of Tribes. She didnt have to.

The arguing Gnolls, the accusations that a group of Gnolls had abducted Ferkr, convinced her to avow her claims to casting magic because it was false, messed with her mind? Oh, she smiled as she saw how it knotted and tangled the Meeting of Tribes.

But it was the wrong thread to pull. The right thread to find the true one, but not the thread. She and the Necromancer had put it into motion. He had not known, nor she, whether the Gnoll apprentice would flee or confront them if released from her magic.

It had never been a question, apparently. She stared at Azkerash with ill-concealed curiosity.

You released her.

It is a poor thing to keep [Slaves] by magic or metal. Though the hexes might have worn off.

A pair of white pupils in dark eyes met Belavierrs ringed ones. The Stitch Witch wasthoughtful.

The days when you made war on Roshal are long passed, Necromancer.

And?

He stood, with a surplus of emotion. As if some things had to be done. Belavierr saw him study the orb, then swing back to her.

Do you not find it abhorrent?

She shrugged.

I have never cared. They praise me. They hate me. I have always done as I please.

Really. Then I am disappointed, Belavierr. For one of the legends I always admired about you is what you did for peoples across the ages, in cages, in chains. Yet you do not think each one should be free?

She smiled at him, almost mocking his convictions he had remembered. But then. He was young.

Is it poor for all, Necromancer? Is it without gain? Those who suffer rise higher from depths no one in comfort could ever sink to.

Perril Chandlers voice was steady.

They should never have to climb.

A curious voice. Rings of immortality, blinking in dissent.

Then. How ever would they learn? Look. She has become more of herself in this moment than a year, three years could give her.

The finger pointed and Azkerash saw it trace the place where the young Gnoll had gone. The Archmage of Death looked at that marching back. Like the students he had ever had who made something of themselves. For all he and Belavierr disagreed on fundamentalsthey agreed on this.

Ferkr had never hesitated. Outside the Meeting of Chieftains, Kerash was reclaiming his blade. Hed backed Ferkr up, but shed won Azmuzarres respect. She might not have their weapons of power, or levels. But she did have a right hook backed up by the Sinew Magus muscle-training.

Ferkr had won her audience. Now, she stared at the Tome of Rihal. Belavierr could hear her, though Azkerash could not. For she could see and pluck threads unseen, following the skein.

I was told by my master about teaching spellbooks like these. All I have to do is channel some magic into one of the pages and the spell should activate for me, to practice.

Krshia nearly ate her tongue. No one had provided an instruction manual! Not to Ryoka or Mrsha! Belavierr fumbled with the needle she held. No, something was off.

I would like to know why Plains Eye interrogated this young Gnoll! Chieftain Xherw, will you respond to that, first?

Chieftain Perales sharp voice. Yes, a good thread to pull, but Belavierr saw how it wouldnt go anywhere, even before Xherw spoke.

I regret to say, Chieftain Perale, I honestly have no knowledge of which Gnolls seized Ferkr of Pallass. My tribe will investigate this matterno, I invite other Gnolls to do so. We will make amends, this I promise, but Plains Eye has been used to charlatans claims before.

He honestly didnt know about Ferkr in particular. A false thread that looked like it went to the right place. The argument Belavierr tuned out. Azkerash was trying to get more information as well, but she was probing the true tangle. Why did that Chieftain sound calm? Something

This will be investigated. Yet, Apprentice Ferkr. Can you not cast magic to show us a spell, tome or not?

A pause. Belavierrs eyes glanced sideways at Azkerash. He had seen part of the thread.

I cant. Ive been feeling as though my magics disappeared. I can cast [Light], but not [Fireball]. Somethings wrong.

Even [Shamans] can cast that spell.

Yes, Chieftain. But if I put magic through this spell tomeanyone can do it. Even a [Shaman] can learn [Mage]s spells, my teacher always said. Magic is magic. Converting it across disciplines is the challenge.

The spellbook. Such a valuable, worthless thing. But its thread was laced by a familiar wind-blown thread. Ice. Ice and fire. Belavierrs eyes narrowed.

It was all connected. Now, she sensed the [Shaman], Cetrule, approach Ferkr, who had placed a hand on the spellbook.

If it is magic you need, I channel Silverfangs magic through me. I will give you some

He placed his paw on her shoulder. Ferkr had the spellbook open to a single spell. It should have been so easy. But as she pushed with both magics, it entered the spellbookcirculated through her body

And nothing happened.

There, you see? Gnolls cannot perform magic.

Yet. She has the class. Will you call this Sinew Magus a liar?

Perhaps it is simply a sign she cannot ever exceed her level. Level 8?

Ferkr stood with Krshia, who had joined Cetrule, trying to call on the communal magic of Silverfang, give her the power to cast the magic suddenly lost to her. Belavierrs head tilted this way and that. She didnt have all the pieces.

But they were there.

Krshia, through the roaring in her ears of her blood pounding, looked up. Plains Eyes [Shaman] watched her, seemingly genuinely encouraging. Not worried. One of many.

How long do we have to wait?

Decles Chieftain was impatient, but it was Xherw who gave him a glance that silenced him. However, after nearly five minutes, the other Chieftains were shaking their heads. Once again, it was proof. Cetrule was sweating.

Its like a block. I cant change my magic. Im sorry, Ferkr.

Butit was like this for me, until I was through the first months of Magus Grimalkins program. He said I was the slowest student hed had, but not because of my mind or effort. It was

Ferkr was sweating too. She couldnt make the magiccome out! She didnt know what was wrong.

Azkerash had observed that her magic lay in her muscle. An esoteric type of magic practice. Like a Gnolls white fur. External storage from what was natural.

It was [Shaman] Theikha who interrupted. She was looking at Cetrule. At Ferkr. Now, her head rose and she looked at the Chieftain of Gaarh Marsh.

By your will, Chieftains, my Chieftain. I ask to intercede. If Silverfangs magic is not enough, one apprenticeI believe there is something to this claim. If there is [Mage]s magic among us, Gaarh Marshs power will uncover it. By the will of tribes.

Let it be done.

Gaarh Marshs Chieftain was on her feet. Now, two Gnolls stirred slightly. The Chieftains sat forwards as one of the greatest Gnoll [Shamans] living approached Ferkr. Cetrule backed away, but she gestured for him to join her. Both [Shamans] placed their paws on Ferkrs shoulders.

In the Meeting of Tribes, every Gaarh Marsh Gnoll stopped for a second, as something tugged on them. They turned, lending their energies towards one cause. Krshia felt the air suddenly change, and her own fur stood up on end.

Nevertheless

Nothing happened. No spell was cast, but Theikha was frowning.

Something strange is happening. You are right, young Ferkr.

Nothing was happening. But that did not mean nothing was there to see.

What is that?

Archmage Chandler walked through Kerashs body. As one, servant and master turned. They looked at the power gathering across the skies, into a single locus. Any fool could see that a [Shaman] was casting magic of great power. Ortrying to.

Shamanic magic. He didnt even sense the weak arcane magics glow next to that burning sun. Yetit wasnt moving, not unleashed. It was strange. Was someone preparing to use it? But if soit would be flowing out in some way.

It was like a cork in a bottle. But why that analogy? Then the [Archmage of Death] saw it. He was the greatest [Mage] of his era. And he saw it. The Stitch Witch, in the castle, looked at him.

What do you see, Necromancer?

Kerash and Azkerashs lips moved as one.

Something. A counterforce. But it iswhy there? What have they done? Zelkyr. Did you know about this?

He walked forwards, in a dream. Finding pieces to connect.

All things faded. The Gnolls called this era the Waning World. Great magics of old had begun to end, like the Gnoll [Archmages], a distant memory. The Walled Cities power, like the Gnolls, had reduced.

There. Therethe Gnoll came to a stop in the middle of the Meeting of Tribes. Almost directly down.

Inside the tent with the Chieftains, [Shaman] Theikhas teeth were grinding.

Shaman, do not hurt yourself.

There is something there. But what? I do not know. I call upon Gaarh Marshs wisdom! Let there be truth, one way or another! Let the will of Izril decide! Khoteizetrough! Khoteizetrough!

It was searching, too. A vaguevague sense. A head turned, and Gnolls glanced up. It looked around. But for another [Mage]s genius, it might not have found it until it was too late. But there stood a helpful figure, right there.

Azkerash, puzzled, unable to throw even his insight down so far, was so absorbed he didnt see the mountain until it moved. A hill lurched. He stared up. Kerash, the mighty Draugr, Chosen of the Necromancer, undefhe backed up.

He feared no mortal. But Khoteizetrough? The Earth Elemental, guardian of Gaarh Marsh Tribe, legend of old?

That was no mortal. With a roar like the earth quaking, it moved from its resting place. Gnolls fled, screaming. The Earth Elemental had gone berserk!

No. He came to a stop in front of the Necromancer. One arm rose. The Necromancer was ordering Kerash to back up fast. Because he knew Earth Elementals and this

The crude fist touched the ground almost lightly. A feathers touch. Yet the ground reacted. With the tremor that shook the Gnoll Plains, a fissure opened in the ground. The kind of thing that could suck an army screaming into the deeps.

Or uncover something. Azkerash stood, staring down.

You know, Fissival always had a hunger for magicore. It was a reliable trade good.

A hand reached down. Grasping.

The Stitch Witch laughed as she saw the web unravelling.

He never moved. He was, in fact, sitting. A rare drink in his hand. Alcohol did the body no good, and he needed less of it, since fat and Grimalkin of Pallass werent friends.

Sometimes, though. One had to drink. The pieces spun into place as the Sinew Magus watched the scrying orb.

Fissivals teleportation network used to span all of Izril. But it began failing in recent times. No one transported people anymore. Things could go wrong. It could have been flaws in old spells decaying.

Or

He didnt look up as someone compromised his mansion. The Eyes of Pallass, the spies that each Walled City had in some form or another, were very good. However, Grimalkin had trained them and learned their methods. And he was very good too.

He had only one way they could sneak in through his home, and that was the front door. He glanced up.

I know youre there. You may be wondering if I somehow, covertly, sent a [Message] to my apprentice. I did not. As Im sure youre aware, I have sent no [Messages] other than to inform others that I will not be making a trip.

An invisible figure said nothing. Magus Grimalkins huge claw tightened on his cup. He went on, tersely. Watching as the Earth Elemental dug something up and began to lift it.

I have done nothing. Absolutely nothing, as ordered. I simply

He looked at the scrying orb. In the background, the huge tent with the Meeting of Chieftains rose. Grimalkin whispered.

I simply chose my apprentices well. I tried to uncover in them the same qualities I find best. Logic, discipline, reasoning

Testicles? The Sinew Magus considered it. Then he shook his head. His voice rose.

Grit. My master told me how melancholy it would be, how extraordinary, but I never observed it myself. He told me to wait. For surely, one day they would astonish me, the day I saw my apprentices rise.

The cup shattered as he gripped it. Grimalkin didnt pay any attention. He was on his feet. There it was. For all to see.

A gigantic, glowing crystal. Formed out of nearly pure magicore, shaped. Connected. Probably to others. A gigantic network. The kind that had once spanned all of Izril.

Repurposed. It was shining with so much magic that Grimalkin thought he might have seen it. Trying to contain

The enraged Elemental knew too. It raised a huge fist, roaring, with the sound of all old plans breaking.

Deeply laid plans. They were contained in the single crystal as the fist swung down. It struck, and the explosion turned off the scrying orb as the backblast of magic obliterated every low-grade magical artifact in ten miles.

It was genius, really. The Sinew Magus had never considered that you could repurpose a teleportation network tocounter natural attempts at magic. A blanket across southern Izril, maybe even parts of the north. How much magic had Fissival poured into it?

Hed studied in Fissival. But he would ask more later. And now everyone would ask. It was done, and no one would be able to hide what had been done. The scrying orb winked out.

Yet not before Grimalkin saw the jet of fire blast straight up, from a Gnolls finger. A [Flame Swathe] spell, shooting into the skies of the Meeting of Tribes, fuelled by the magic of two Gnollish tribes. His greatest apprentices triumph, burning in his eyes.

Magic.

It was broken. The crystal that had been suppressing all natural magic but Ferkrs unique training, the magic of Gnolls apart shattered. And magic returned to the places where it had been exiled.

For Gnolls. They all felt it. Even Krshia, who had been so far from southern Izril proper shed been on the edges of the effect.

Like a bit of your soul you had never realized was missing. A door in your head that had been artificially closed every second since you were born.

Ferkr of Pallass lay on her back, grinning at the flaming hole in the roof of the tent. Shaman Theikha lay in Cetrules arms, a smile on her face. Bitter, but triumphant.

Truth. Chieftain Xherw and Shaman Ulcre stared, as did all the Chieftains, at the shattered crystal lying before the great guardian of Gaarh Marsh. There was nothing to identify it. No helpful sigil.

But it was there. And because it was thereChieftain Xherw was first to speak.

It seems there is much to answer for. Plains Eye will lead this hunt for facts. Thisthis is indeed worthy of taking precedence over the Raskghar.

Indeed.

Ulcre managed. Krshia didnt see that. She was just weeping, looking at the spellbook. It was done. Let truth come to light.

The Spider laughed at someone elses web coming unravelled. Somewhere, the Archmage of Death sat back. For he had changed and fallen and hated the living. But once upon a time, he had been [Archmage] of Wistram. Not one people. So he smiled.

Drake cities prepared to answer the Gnollish aggression displayed of late. The aggressive Gnolls looked down at the broken link in a conspiracy under their very feet.

They decided the Drakes might be right. They had a reason to be aggressive after all.

Authors Note: Big chapters. Yknow, I said, pirateaba, I said, this is going to be a good 26,000 word chapter.

In fairness, its only about 4,000 words more, but thats a LOT! Each additional thousand words actually is a lot more than the first uh, 20,000.

Which I realize is a crazy thing to say, but this is why I need breaks. Anyways, it was an ambitious chapter. I wasnt fully rested because oflawnmowersbut thats a web serial for you.

Imperfect, but out consistently and with hopefully a minimum bar for quality and you dont wait like two years! Publishing books takes forever. All I do is clackity-clack and theres words.

Im not making much sense. Hope you enjoy and Ill be back in a few days for the next one! Maybe a bit shorter. I do tend to run out of energy if I write big chapters in a row. But is it worth it? You tell me.

The Unmarked Coach by /Enuryn_Nat

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