Book 8: Chapter 69: T

Book 8: Chapter 69: T

One of the easiest ways to tell a casual poser, imposter, or fake out from genuine nobility was to bring up the Hundred Families of Terandria. The most basic test was to talk about them like a literal hundred.

Because they werent. The Hundred Families of Terandria, each one who could trace their bloodlines back to the days of myth and legend and the Hundred [Heroes] of Terandria, were not still extant.

Some had been wiped out. Some bloodlines, irrevocably lost. The Goblin Kingthe second-to-latest Goblin King had wiped out a number of families to the last.

But blood mixed over time, and most royal families, even ones newly made of commoner-stock like Calanfer, married into the purest blue blood and thus gained their claim to fame.

The point was, the Hundred Families was a metaphor for the royal blood that ran through kingdoms and powerful families. If you didnt get that, you were quickly slapped with a Skill and ejected from any gathering. Or just beheaded, but that was the good old days.

However, what was not an analogy wasthe Five Families of Izril.

Veltras, El, Reinhart, Terland, Wellfar.

They were old. Older than Calanfer. They were new to Izril in the way that you called Salazsar one of the newest Walled Cities. Admittedly, there was a time you couldnt find much Human presence on Izril and they had yet to fully occupy the north like Terandria.

But even so. The Five Families of Izril traced their lineage back to the Hundred Families of Terandria. Hencethe name. The nobility were unsubtle sometimes, but the point was they had conquered Izril acre by acre, foot by foot, pushing Gnolls, Drakes, and even Dragons off their territory.

Five families. They had help. They made alliances and manipulated their foes, but if any group embodied the strength of the Hundred Familiesperhaps it was the five who had left their home.

But artifacts got lost or broken. Vast armies turned into heirlooms and stories. Land changed hands, and the greatest [Lady] of her day was succeeded by her daughter, who might never step into those shoes.

Were they as good as their inception?

Hardly.

If this were the old Veltras Family, theyd all be dead. That was the sole comfort in [Rear Admiral] Madiurs mind as he led his force of [Sailors], [Soldiers], and the rest of Ailendamus navy up the cliffs.

Cliffs. Not the comforting sway of ship decks. Worse, it was Calanfers terrain, or close enough. Madiur had committed a capital sin among any [Captain], let alone an entire fleet.

He had run his entire navy into the beaches, ordered them scuttled, and taken every fighting hand into the elevation.

This was the second day after the Five Families entered the war, and he took some bitter pleasure in knowing that the history books would record his force was the first to step foot on Calanfer proper.

It was even a genius move in a sense; if this had been a regular landing, they would have threatened Calanfer.

But it wasnt. They were here because they could not hold the sea. Even now, the [Rear Admiral] glanced over his shoulder and thought he saw one of those glorious sails, that beautiful vessel with construction and details no modern warship could dream of, gliding along the coast.

The Pride of the Wellfar. A Citadel-class ship which was, at this moment, blowing the coastline to bits.

Not all of it. But the spells were hitting anyone in the open, and it had sunk five ships yesterday in the brief retreat. Their hulls were tangled along the shore.

That was Wellfars might. A portion of it. A tenth? Madiur didnt know exactly, but it was worth more than any living [Lord] or [Lady]. It had endured beyond thousands, into tens of thousands of years.

And he regretted he couldnt even scratch it, let alone board it. He had brieflybriefly considered it.

But Madiur was not Admiral Idiot. His name was Admiral Dakelos, who had been fooled into attacking Nadel and the Lord of the Dance, but his reputation was dirt as far as Ailendamus was concerned. If he hadnt been fooled, maybe they could have risked a battle with their warships, but the idiot had lost some of their best vessels and made an enemy of Nadel.

Ironically, he might survive this. Hes attached to some tug-boat with his command, and were

Madiur was trying to decide whether they were going to live or not. The thing was, he wasnt Dakelos.

Dakelos, for all his gullible faults, was a full [Admiral] of Terandria, highest-level, second only to a Great General or his equivalent at sea, and they were few. Madiur was a step below, but he had something Dakelos did not, and that was a [Historian] for a mother. He knew the Five Families, and so hed taken his crew on land since it beat fighting a legend that had killed Dragonships.

The Pride of the Wellfar could generate a distortion in space that allowed it to sail upon seas few dreamed of. Alsoit allowed it to take a thousand fireballs and change their position, so youd burn your own fleet with your fire.

Better to take on mortals. As far as Madiur could tell, they were still disembarking.

Whatve we got?

Duke Rhisveri and Royal Strategist Citz are waiting for you, Rear Admiral

Not that. The enemy, the enemy! Tell Citz Ill speak with him shortly. Set up those damned palisades! [Archers]! There, there, and there!

Hed found his place to die, and it was a good one. Madiur had a steep cliff face, and below him, he saw his forces taking points on the incline up.

Simple, good old-fashioned choke-points, and Madiur had his [Archers] and [Mages] on a plateau with nigh-vertical cliffs. He glanced over the edge of one and was rewarded with no back-trails, no stupid weak points. Just a river entering the sea on his left flank; his right, a gentler forest crossing with the cliffs.

The open ground and beach were below, and his troops were hunkered down as artillery spells rained around them.

But Veltras would have to climb up, and Wellfar wouldnt leave their ships.

So come on. Lets see how good you are.

It was only House Veltras who was landing. They had assistance from the other Five Families, but Veltras alone was a famously martial house. Madiur updated Citz, glad the Royal Strategist didnt hang on formalities.

He had no time for Duke Rhisveri. This was not politics, and Madiur would take whatever censure from the Kings touchy brother later.

we are not counting many [Lords] and [Ladies], Rear Admiral. Taking one prisoner would ensure some safety. Calanfer is mobilizing a force to assault you from the rear.

We wont need to wait for them, Citz. Just be glad we didnt land in Gaiil-Drome!

The half-Elves would have torn them to pieces in the forest. The [Strategist] agreed, and Madiur lowered the stone.

Hold on. Im getting you your force estimate. It might heat up soon, Citz. Ive ordered my men to surrender if need be. I will take responsibility for it.

You have permission to surrender your force, Rear Admiral. Try to take out one of their leaders.

Madiur exhaled a breath he didnt think he had been holding. He could? But that strengthened his resolve to kill one of their [Lords] or [Ladies]. Just one, and he could at least say hed done his part in this disaster.

Now, he counted, and his voice was almost incredulous.

The Pride of the Wellfars disembarking them fast. Citzits a force of a few thousand. Foursix? Lots mounted. Im counting heavy bows too.

Strike force. Theyre all veterans.

Yes, sir, but we outnumber them by

Madiur realized how stupid a statement that was, and bit his tongue to avoid it going down in the books. He tried to spot their nobility who would be leading them, but the only one he spotted was

A man riding ahead of a column of [Riders]. He had dark hair and a straight-backed posture, but that was all Madiur could see from here. His helmet shifted as he looked up the slope, and the Rear Admiral saw Tyrion Veltras.

The 2nd best [Lord] in the worldaccording to one biased [Writer]had a presence that lit up the battlefield. His forces seemed to move a bit sharper, and even at a canter as they disembarked, they moved fast.

He was a famous lancer, renowned as a great war leader and strategist, and Madiur itched to see how good hed have been on a boats slippery deck without that damned horse. Stillhed have to ride through all of Ailendamus forces to get here.

Theyll be circling our fighting once this battle concludes. The Pride of the Wellfar will be assailing every coastal area from afar if we cannot stop it.

Citzs voice was frustrated, and Madiur saw what that would look like. They had lost their forward fleet sent to encircle the Dawn Concordat. They could risk the rest of it, but Ailendamus was not a powerful naval presence. If Pheislant joined the war with the Order of Seasons, Ailendamus would have to prevail on the Taimaguros Dominion, their allies, for help.

Embarrassing, costly, and all the while, Tyrion Veltras army would be assailing weak spots using that powerful ship as a base.

Or would they? Madiurs jaw worked as he saw something inconceivable.

Hold on, Citz. Youre not going to believe this. The Pride of the Wellfar ismoving away!

What? Are they repositioning? [Sense Attack] is failing to pick up any flanking maneuver

No! Theyre heading full-sails away! Theyve left Veltras on the beach!

Madness. The most powerful mobile artillery that could not be taken was abandoning House Veltras. True, he was fighting the fleet, but he was outnumbered, and they had entrenched themselves. Madiurs blood boiled, but Citz was plainly worried.

They must think they can take your force here. House Veltras may simply advance through Calanfer.

Theyll have to go through us, sir. And they just got rid of their long-range bombardments.

Madiur growled. He saw his forces spreading out as House Veltras entered the forest and moved into position. There were multiple leaders, he saw now. Citz had listed some of them.

A Lord Swey, infantry specialist. Renowned for his familys locationa giant plateau that required climbing.

Lady Buscrei of the Marshes of Oswen. Their bows made up some of Veltras best hunter-snipers.

Lord Pellmia Quellae, not Veltras but close. A formidable [Commander] who was best for long wars; his forces would never go hungry thanks to his class. Alsoand this was a distracting detailCitz had mentioned he had recently been appraised as a [Matchmaker]?

Ailendamus intelligence was varied, substantive, but sometimes weird. Madiur tried to keep his eye on all of them, find which target hed focus on, but House Veltras was too competent.

A sandstorm kicked up along the beach, and he cursed as their entire force save for that closest to the water vanished. Madiur shouted at his officers.

Hold ground! Hold! Call out any fighting with your horns!

They just had to hold. He looked around for the flag of Ailendamus, Kingdom of Glass and Glory. The [Rear Admiral] was an odd man in that moment.

He was no fool, and he didnt want to go down like Admiral Idiot as a disastrous leader in this war. But he also had dreams of a glorious stand, or even, in the back of his mind, a wild victory.

Vainglorious. A man was allowed to dream. It continued as the sandstorm cleared, and Madiur realized hed completely lost sight of Tyrion, a number of Veltras forces, and the rest were coming up the beach hard. Arrows began landing as his forces opened up, and [Sailors] fought on the sand. They held the line for a few seconds, and that was as long as Madiurs dream lasted.

Because then Citz snapped in his ear.

Attack incoming on your position! Take cover!

Where?

Madiur looked around. Even Tyrion Veltras couldnt have ridden at him this fast! [Archers]?

Barrier spells are up, [Rear Admiral].

A [Mage] assured him, but Citzs voice made the [Rear Admiral] shout.

Brace! Brace for

For what? Magic or arrows or people? Each one necessitated a different response. Citz only knew it was coming, so in that brief window, Madiur spun and saw the danger. He stoppedand his dreams evaporated. He looked down at the small, tiny contingent of the non-Veltras forces.

The Five Families had sent only a little. Reinhart, nothing at all. The House of El, two of their own, who had their mercenary-irregulars armed to the teeth with Kaalblades and their artisan-quality equipment.

Wellfar had sent a ship. Which Madiur had focused on as the sole, largest contribution to their forces. What he had missed at first, so small compared to that old legend, was that House Terland of Golems had sent three of their [Lords] and [Ladies], simply to escort their contributions.

Golems.

Madiur saw a gigantic figure, an alien construction, slowly rotate towards him. It was tiny from his vantage point, but he could see it was about twice as tall as the men and women standing beside it, and many times longer.

It was no Golem he had ever seen. It reminded him of the Greatbows of Ailendamus; at least, the figure of a woman holding a bow did. But that was attached to a curious, boxy torsolike a Centaur?

But a Centaur did not float, and where her legs should have been was instead some kind of broad stomach that glinted at him. And the entire body hovered over a pedestal. Gravity magicand huge legs carried it left and right up the beach, like some kind of turtle.

A weird amalgamation of magic and stone, albeit brightly painted. The Golem had a single bow. Ohand as Madiur watched? He realized that the stomach was, in fact, filled with arrows.

House Terlands greatest Golem on the field had been based on siege weapons of old. But unlike Drakes or those who relied on other methods like alchemy, the designers had wanted to create a Golem that didnt need to rely on anything but itself for propulsion.

The arrows floated in the air as Lady Ricuv Terland watched. Such artistry. Such design. It had been worth coming to Veltras warfor Sammial Veltras, of coursejust to see it.

Enchanted arrows loaded. Batch of sixty. Targets?

I see the enemy as they bravely stand/Humans get, woman and man. Is it Terlands wish to rain fire upon this land?

Shivers. Just pure shivers from Ricuv. The Golem, the torso of the woman holding the giant bow loaded with an arrow of its own, spoke. One of Terlands technicians gazed up in awe as the floating arrows and eyes of the Golem focused.

Not just the eyes on the carven head. Ricuv could appreciate the other magical sensors that were scrutinizing the battlefield. It was her peer, Lord Jopnel, who had the privilege of ordering the assault.

Yes. Death to the enemies of the House of Terland, beauteous Aegis!

The Aegis of the Bow, one of Terlands ancient war-Golems, could speak in poetryalbeit limitedly as it was not actually sentientload any ammunition, including rocks, and propel it farther than a longbow via gravity magic.

Oh, it also had amazing aim.

The arrows exploded out of the Aegis chest with a surprisingly soft sound, but they divided upwards, spreading across the air and shooting towards their targets, each one different like a glorious lightshow. Ricuv clapped her hands in delight as they struck the ground.

It was part of the reason Lord Veltras had requested Etril Wellfar to take his ship and harry Ailendamus from other angles. There was no need for it here. The first of Terlands Golems calmly reloaded one arrow as the helpers hurried to insert more arrows into the firing stomach.

Regular arrows. Batch of eighty. Shorter-range. We will advance as Lord Tyrion bids. Not one scratch on the Aegis!

Ricuv ordered, and a giant Golem, eighteen feet tall and armed with a mirror-shield to protect them from spells, lumbered forwards. The [Lady] fanned herself as she watched the Aegis prepare to fire again.

She wondered where the [Lords] and [Ladies] of the House of Veltras had got to. Ricuv didnt actually care. The only other place she would rather be than this would be meeting Cognita Truestone up close. Of the many families and nations, Illivere and the Terlands were among the few who had truly respected Archmage Zelkyr.

Lady Buscrei didnt like the Terlands. They were weird about Golems. You heard things.

Not about the sex-Golems. That was practically a given, and odd enough.

Some of them wanted to be more Golem than people. And they were willing to sacrifice limbs, not just wait for accidents.

They were odd. But then, so were Veltras to them. So were the Reinharts, El, Wellfarit was family. But distant family.

This was for Sammial. And Ryoka, but Buscrei would happily admit, she wouldnt have come herself for the Wind Runner.

They could well die. And that was fair; she did not like the Aegis of the Bow. She watched as arrows landed among Ailendamus forces and they died.

Poor bastards.

It was barely a whisper. Maybe that Golem could win the entire battle, but Buscrei didnt like it. That wasnt how you fought. She put an arrow to her bow and prepared to shoot someone through the head, and that was fairer. If they found her and her people, she might die. But shed admitit was still unfair.

Loose. One volley.

The bows of Oswens folk hissed rather than thwapped. The arrows were likewise silent. A group of [Sailors] collapsed as Veltras folk advanced. Buscrei lifted a hand, and her people followed her.

They were not in the vanguard. Neither was Tyrion; he was riding at speed through the forests on the right. The only group actually advancing directly was led by Pellmia, Swey, and a few of the others. Slowly.

They didnt need to take casualties. Buscrei was one of those trusted to take charge herself and flank the enemy. So the question waswhy were they here?

Not here, here, creeping up the river, moving through the mud and water unseen by Ailendamus. That was just strategic.

These [Sailors] thought they had a view of the river, but Oswen was all-swamp. One of the [Marsh Hunters] surfaced after nearly three minutes underwater, and their bows and arrows were waterproofed.

In Oswen, if you didnt have stealth and keen eyes, youd miss your prey or become prey yourself for whatever lurked in the water. Buscrei had grown up shooting arrows from her tree-home, and her group had her Skill on them.

[Aquatic Invisibility]. Any part of them submerged in water vanished. Camouflage Skills and their own gear made up the rest of the lack, and they left no trail as they headed up the river, pausing to hit their opponents. If they were spotted, Buscrei would simply have them dive to the riverbed and let the current sweep them to safety.

But why were they here? Buscrei had not been ordered to by Tyrion, and she could have refused even if hed tried. Same with Swey. They both were important members of their households.

Was it just for Sammial or Ryoka? For Buscrei, it was about that boy. He didnt deserve this, and if she had to shoot every [Soldier] between her and Ailendamus, shed see him home. She had known loss, and Tyrion Veltras didnt need to lose a child.

Sweyhad different issues. That was the thing. House Veltras brought their losses and past regrets into war. She saw him fighting his way forwards with his people, who would never lose their grip on anything. They could climb those cliffs ahead if need be with their bare hands, with ease.

Buscrei suspected Swey had come, though, because of Ryoka as much as Sammial. Not just for the young woman herself, but what she represented. She had been kidnapped while theyd been at House Veltras, and if he turned away from her, even if he sent only his forces, he might have felt he had abandoned her.

Let go.

There was an old story about Swey as a young man, climbing with a friend. They had gone up a shelf in the spring, and it had begun to collapse. A younger man had held his friends hand in the rain and muck, clinging with the other to the rock face, trying to hold them both up. His grip had slipped.

That was the past of each [Lord] and [Lady]. It changed their classes and informed the present. They might not have had the levels of their heroic ancestors, but Veltras had never lost that wildness. Buscrei found her position at last and showered the enemy from the back, distracting them.

Theyre surrendering to Swey. Holdredirect!

She put up her hand, and her [Archers] halted. Buscrei put an arrow through another [Officer] and didnt fire as [Sailors] surrendered. Some fought on, but she didnt hate these [Soldiers]. Her war was for Sammial, and shed reserve her arrows for the [Knights] whod gone after Ryoka and him.

But one man burned hotter than shed seen him sincewell. Buscrei eyed the [Rear Admiral]s vantage point. If she were in his shoes, she would have put up the white flag already.

Veltras advance was like lightning. It seemed like Madiurs orderly defensive line justfolded up.

Arrows from above. Arrows from behind. Veltras didnt even need strong [Mages], and they had a few. [Sailors], good fighters, met Veltras most experienced warriors and died.

But where was Tyrion Veltras? Madiur looked around. Surely he was somewhere.

Brace yourselves. Rear Admiral, we are poised to sally forth. Do you have a target?

No. Hold. Holddamn the tides, where is he?

Among the people around him was the one hammer that Madiur had on landthe Order of the Thirsting Veil. The [Knights] were ready for the final clash, but Madiur wanted to know wherewhere was Tyrion?

Two groups of riders are coming up the hill, Rear Admiral. Straight at our pike-line. We can stop them.

The [Knight] offered. He pointed at two groups of riders charging up the hill with commendable speed. Madiur frowned. He had a bunch of pointy sticks in the way of the horses. He wasnt at home with horses since they did poorly on ships, but it seemed like a stupid strategy.

So it means theyre coming.

Madiur spun around. Citz was directing the army. So the [Rear Admiral] stalked across the too-solid ground. Where? Not the river. Was that?

Archers in the river!

They dove as soon as his forces on the plateau turned. Madiur cursed. The infantry had halted below. Madiur had a lot of bows in cover, ducking the Golems shower of arrows, and they could do some damage, so the footsoldiers just halted out of range. The riders

He couldnt come up the cliffs, could he? Madiur strode back to the vertical cliffs. He had people watching them for climbers, but if Veltras tried, theyd just shoot him through the head on the way up.

Madiur peered over the edge of the cliffs as he strode by a [Sentry].

Did you see anything in the forest?

The woman didnt reply. Madiur turned, began to snap at her, and saw the wild, rolling eyes. The way the soldier had locked into place, unable to move.

[Stasis] spell. Madiur felt a chill. Then he looked down the sheer rock, moss, and dirt. Unassailable by

The [Rear Admiral] had a sudden sense of confusion. The worldtilted. He felt unsteady on his feet and thought he was sick and this entire attack hadnt happened. It was a dream. Or how else did he explain the man on horsebackgalloping up at him?

Straight up, as if his horse were riding on flat ground and Madiur were the one perpendicular to the world. The [Rear Admiral] recoiled.

Attack! Attack from the

Everyone whirled. The Thirsting Veil Knights broke off their interception of the other [Riders] and turned.

Then the first horse leapt over the cliffs edge. Tyrion Veltras landed on the ground, and a hundred [Riders] followed him. They had galloped straight up the cliff.

[Vertical Charge]. Split. Jericha, left.

Charge in the name of House Veltras!

They swept forwards so fast Madiur was still stumbling back when Tyrion Veltras horse knocked him flat. He raised his head, dizzy, as hooves thundered around him and saw them descend on his command.

Horses versus archers. A terrible thing. Tyrions assistant, Jericha, stormed around the camp as he rode at the group of Thirsting Veil [Knights]. Both sides had lances; they fought in the most archaic, Human fashion: horseback, with giant pointy sticks and heavy armor.

The Thirsting Veil had poisoned weapons and excellent training. House Veltras did not field [Knights], but their scion had trained with the lance every day he could ride. The two charged across the short plateau at each other. Then Tyrions force curved.

They rode left. The Thirsting Veil turned to track them, lances poised. Tyrion Veltras shield was covering his chest and the lower half of his face, a near-perfect guard with his armor. His enchanted lance was aimed ahead as his warhorse thundered towards the edge of a cliff fearlessly. He spoke.

[Lightning Hooves]. [Company: Zigzag Maneuvering].

His riders changed direction like a perfect geometric angle. The bewildered Thirsting Veil [Knights] saw them speed upangle, and changed direction. Then the [Riders] shifted again, and suddenly they were charging the [Knights] from the left!

And their foes lances were out of line. House Veltras hit them, and armored bodies were thrown from saddles, run through, or just knocked silly by the impact. Tyrion rode through them.

Regrouprear charge! [Thirty-Foot Thrust]!

His group whirled and he ran someone through from afar. Then they ran over Madiurs spear-line from behind. Tyrion ran through a third person with his lance, drew his sword, and cut as the [Soldiers] turned, breaking into chaos. He was counting. As [Rear Admiral] Madiur rose to his feet to do what had to be done, dizzy, sick, he saw Tyrion raise a hand.

Breakaway.

His riders retreated, and the shocked [Soldiers] began to chase after him. Just in time for the second group of [Riders] to hit them from one angle, and the third to hit them from the side.

The last of Madiurs camp was in chaos. [Knights] were fighting alone or back-to-back, and his [Archers] and [Soldiers]the [Rear Admiral] saw Tyrion turning, head surveying the battlefield.

The [Lord] saw his quarry at last and rode towards the [Rear Admiral]. Madiur raised the weapon he was carrying, a wicked hatchet, and tossed it down. The [Lord] slowed as the [Rear Admiral] bellowed.

Surrender! We surrender!

He looked up as the [Lord] slowed. Instantly, all but a few [Knights] put up their weapons and repeated the call. Even the [Knights] did, as they saw more [Soldiers] climbing up the plateau. Madiur looked up into two cold, dark blue eyes.

He was surprised. He knew Tyrion Veltras, of course, even if he was another continents name. He had heard of the stony-faced [Lord] who seemed to live only for the campaign or saddle. He had expected a rock of a man, but there was a bright core of anger in that gaze.

Nevertheless, Tyrion slowly lowered his lance.

I am Tyrion Veltras. I accept your surrender. Jericha, report.

He turned away, and the [Rear Admiral] looked around as his people surrendered. His part in this warat least for the foreseeable futurewas definitely over. He had a feeling, a bad one, that when it came to the history books, he wasnt going to get more than a single entry.

Tyrion Veltras entry into the Ailendamus war was like Sammial kicking open the door to a [Lady]s private room and demanding why she was naked. Which yes, he had done more than once. Not just to Ryoka.

That kind of effect. Politically and militarily. That was because Sammial took after his father.

He took after his father. He was not an outlier. Tyrion just had decades of tempering.

It was something about how he conducted his battles. His war. The [Lord] knew the Dawn Concordat had fought Ailendamus bravely or, at least, fought for a number of months before this.

She slapped him on the back of the head. Tyrion allowed it to happen.

None, then?

Surely that was a concern. But he didnt understand, he didnt understandthe [Lord] was getting annoyed.

Surely there was something he did understand about Ryoka? Or was he wrong about that too?

He realized, after an ambush, wiping blood off his lance, that he did understand Ryoka. He thought he understood she was like him. This was all so complicated. Sometimes it seemed to him they were kindred spirits.

I rather like you. You do not have much in the way of sword fighting sense, you do not ride well, and you and I have our differences. But I like you because you run like I ride. You flew, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in an age. You make my sons smile. And me.

I feel better around you.

Of course, he was sure that fell under things never to be said. Tyrion gave up. And then he began to wonder, seriously

What did he have to offer Ryoka if he did not trade on the name of House Veltras? What did Tyrion, the man, have?

Surely not his personality. Hisaffection? Pellmia loved his wife, Keireen. Eiress, his previous wife, who had passed away

Tyrion thought Pellmia knew love and expressed it well, not that he was a voyeur. But the [Lord] could hold Keireens hand, praise her, give her gifts

Did Tyrion have any of the attributes his friends had assured a younger man he had? Good looksskill at armswealth

Vanity. He looked in a mirror of a bowl of water as he shaved after two weeks of combat and saw only a man. Olderso he didnt even have youth to show her.

All he had was a lance.

Tyrion Veltras slowed as a group of eighteen [Knights] of Ailendamus halted. They weredifferent.

Drell Knights. Water experts. Huh.

It was the first encounter Tyrion had with the third Order of Ailendamus. Unlike Thirsting Veil, who used poison, and the Order of Hydra, made of commoners, he didnt see the strength of the Order of Drell. But thenthey were out of their element.

And outnumbered. Buscrei had a bead on them with her [Archers], and her arrows could pierce their armor. However, they refused to surrender. One called out to Tyrion, fearless, exposing his head as he took off his helmet.

Though we may fall, our souls belong to the Kingdom of Glass and Glory! Is there anyone of you in the famed Five Families who will answer a [Knight]s challenge? I demand a single duel!

Dead gods, save me from idiots and duels. Lets just take them captive and save their lives.

Swey growled. Tyrion Veltras, though, saw their leader pointing at him.

Are you the renowned Tyrion Veltras himself? Lord Veltras, we have heard of your courage on the battlefield! Will you not answer us or have the Five Families of Izril strayed from honor that far?

Buscrei adjusted her aim.

If I shoot him in the balls, do you think hell sing a different tune?

Buscrei. Enough. Jericha, pull your forces back.

Tyrion was still thinking on what he had to offer. He noted Drells [Knights] truly embodied their nations nickname.

Glass. Their armor was like some kind of glass. He knew the Kingdom of Keys had a glass motif, but their armor was clearly meant to some purpose.

Water, maybe? He couldnt fathom it but raised his lance as he let Jericha argue with him, and the [Knights] of Drell stirred.

There was pageantry in it. Bravado. Everyone, Buscrei to Swey, called him a fool. Except Pellmia, who knew better. But Tyrion just saw

A [Knight] of the Drell, whirling a horse clearly used to water. Interesting, was it a Kelpie-breed? A horse that might have gills or stronger lungs?

It meant that it surged far slower; it was nigh on a plough horse as the [Knight] rode at Tyrion. But strong. Some horses would falter at an impact; this one could ride forever.

And the Drell Knight? He was low on his saddle, lance poisedbut aimed up too high.

Ah, he might be used to fighting Hydras or Griffins. Perhaps the Order of Drell didnt have a history of jousting.

That was their problem. He had accepted Tyrions offer. And he had to know

The Lord of House Veltras was one of the most famed jousters in the world.

Riding was like breathing to Tyrion. So too was aiming at a target. It was different in battle and different in a tourney. Where you hit the opponent mattered.

Center of gravity, angle, the type of lance and armorTyrion cracked the breastplate on his first pass, deflecting the lance that tried to hit him.

Shieldwork, too. He circled and realized the glass armor was heavy. However, the Drell Knight still flew from the saddle the second time, and Tyrion pointed the lance at the stunned mans face.

Then he turned.

She loves to run. Ryoka Griffinwhat are her hobbies? I dont know these things. Could I offer her something like riding? She doesnt care for it.

Could I change?

A second [Knight] followed the first. Angrily. As if they thought Tyrion were insulting them. The second was better than the first, ironically. She was waiting for the hammer-blow which could knock even her shield into her body and send her flying.

Tyrion detected a Skill, so he performed a maneuver rarely seen even among [Lancers]. Flick the lance up, cushioned below his elbow, and strike her across the helmet.

Not a deadly blow, though it could have been. This one just dropped her in a dead faint, and the horse dragged her along the ground. Fortunately, in her armor.

Tyrion turned.

I would like to try. Try to do something. I would like to learn how to fly.

A third [Knight]. It took three passes as the figure swayed in the saddle, but Tyrion was learning from each one. He shook out his arm and turned. As he rode, he looked up at the sky for a moment, then focused on his opponent like a laser. A [Piercing Thrust]Tyrion slid it to one side with his shield.

I would like to ask her these things. But thenI never asked if she had anyone she loved. This war is for Sammial, but I should ask.

A fifth time. He heard Buscrei swear.

Shave me bald and toss me with naked otters. Hes tilting.

Yes. Tyrion rode across the bare ground, changing his horse once, as if he were on the green outside his keep. He focused, with all the intensity in his being, then relaxed and thought. When he did, he thought of Ryoka and Sammial and Salva and the past and future.

Tyrion Veltras only slowed when he heard the cheering. He lifted his lance, arm aching, body burning, and saw no more [Knights]. No more opponents.

Eighteen [Knights] horses were pawing at the ground or snapping at the handlers trying to calm them. Eighteen [Knights] lay on the ground or were being tended to. Tyrion Veltras slowly handed the lance to Jericha, then dismounted. He rubbed at his arm.

Thats all.

His people and the army cheered him wildly, but Swey, Pellmia, all gave him strange looks.

Whats all?

Tyrion nodded to eighteen of Ailendamus finest, each one unhorsed, and the worst injury a pierced shoulder. None dead. Not a scratch on his armor, though he had bruises and he suspected his enchanted lance might be wearing thin. Hed have it replaced.

You were right, Pellmia. That is all I have to offer. And that is not much. I will think of something else.

He walked off. The [Lords] and [Ladies] of Izril watched him go, and after a moment, Lady Ricuv Terland burst out.

I know it may be ironicbut that man is a Golem, and I mean that in the rare pejorative! I cannot understand what goes through his head!

By the time Tyrion Veltras heard about Eldavin, the Archmage of Memory, entering the war, Ailendamus had sent him three peace offers, and the Dawn Concordat hailed him as a hero.

He watched Eldavins entry into the war with a frown. For once, he had to stop thinking about Ryoka Griffin to figure it out.

Flying armored [Mages]. It would require rethinking tactics entirely. He couldnt use [Light Bridge]; any decent combatant would fly out of the way.

Did he have to learn how to ride a Pegasus? Tyrion wondered if that was how he could keep up with Ryoka Griffin. Hed flown two and never fallen off, but he was hardly confident with them.

Everyone else was thinking of the politics of it, or asking who Eldavin was. Tyrion

Was fairly sure Eldavin was Ryokas mysterious benefactor. Were they in a relationship?

He hoped not.

His thoughts of Ryoka had grown spiky where it concerned the idea of her having a lover. Despite that being a rational thought. No, Eldavin was far too old. And besides, he had asked Tyrion whether Ryoka was Ailendamus captive. Tyrion had told him yes.

They were in this war for similar reasons.

But Tyrion was more uncomfortable now than when hed started this war, despite Eldavins entry meaning it would be easier. And that was importantTyrion was growing a bit uneasy because Ailendamus was falling back.

He had secured the area around Calanfers borders through his attacks, but his army was barely eighteen thousand strong, even with the Dawn Concordats forces added to his own. He would have preferred Ailendamus to keep pushing because no nation was infinite.

He could bleed their morale and soldiers. Howeverthey had withdrawn rather than waste troops.

Tyrion did not like the sensible decision, which was entirely devoid of emotion. It spoke to him of intelligence. Unlike elements of the Dawn Concordat. Each nation had intelligent moves, of course, but some decisions were simplyfoolhardy.

Like the Thronebearers of Calanfer refusing to fight hard. In that, Tyrion would have sent their forces in and let them hold tough positions. He would have risked their deaths for levels. They had to level, but Calanfer refused to commit them.

Of course, Tyrion avoided that kind of grinding in his campaigns, but he did not control the entire Dawn Concordats army. They had to bleed; he was preserving his strength, but he was sure they would prefer him to fight as hard as possible and bleed while they fought like him.

Regardless, he had won many victories and felt close to levelling. What would it be now? 48? It had been a while.

Close to 50 as a pure [Lord], or his true class, [Lancelord of A Thousand Victories].

Too pithy for his taste, but a strong class. There were stronger. Level 50 might make him

Well, truly worth any title. Tyrion knew that [Lords] leveled slower than [Warriors], and that levels were lower in this era, but he had always felt ashamed to be called a model of House Veltras below Level 50.

His father hadnt reached Level 50.

It was an odd feeling. Tyrion had been feeling odd a lot, and it was because of all this introspection. Understanding he had surpassed his father, even in martial prowess, was something he had to think about. Push it away and it would just be there, waiting for you. Tyrion had pushed many feelings away, but he was realizing

He had to face his foes.

Including his greatest foe yet in this war. Tyrion knew the Dawn Concordat was poising itself to break the siege on Kalivs highlands, and Calanfer was raising a large army to join the one that was meeting Ailendamus in the field. He wondered if now was the time to join them. But he feltsomething was coming.

But that wasnt Tyrions greatest foe. He couldnt discuss this with Jericha or anyone else, including Buscrei or Pellmia. They had weathered many of his questions. Pellmia had leveled. But Tyrion refused to talk to them aboutit. He struggled against his enemy, but he failed.

The lewd daydreams about Ryoka Griffin were inexcusable. The actual dreams somewhat. But Tyrion Veltras, who could project the enemys route through mountainous terrain, was not used to his imagination poking him and asking, what happens when clothes come off? Of course, he knew, but ratherwhat did it look like in this instance?

He wanted to know. But the [Lord] refused to speculate. He fought with himself. Discipline!

[Ascetic class obtai

Nor did he want or need that class. Tyrion Veltras just knew that he needed to push towards Ailendamus border. To ensure Sammial and Ryoka were rescued.

Three peace treaties. Or rather, non-aggression pacts, immediate cessation of hostilities, and guarantees of peace.

The tone changed the more Tyrion fought. At first, they were what Jericha described as insulting. The second offer was more tempered, with a non-specific agreement to possibly extradite both after certain agreements were met.

The third offered Tyrion coin to quit the war. And a substantial amount.

What of Sammial and Ryoka Griffin?

Jericha frowned.

They wereoddly nonspecific, Lord Veltras.

The [Lord] frowned as well, and deeper.

Inform these negotiators that the Five Families and House Veltras will continue this war until both are released, unharmed, and on Izrilian soil, or at the very least, The Pride of the Wellfar. In addition to substantive reparations. Nothing less will serve.

How much, in coinage? For reference, Lord Veltras?

Tyrion thought and very calmly replied.

Two million gold coins.

And he was serious. Or was heangry?

He was angry. Tyrion realized that, and Jericha had faithfully carried his message away, but he had meant it. Two million gold coins for two [Princesses] would have been ridiculous. One million gold coins? If House Veltras got that, theyd never have to worry about their finances fora decade! More, obviously, with how much they could invest. They were not a rich House, second only to the House of El since they poured so much into their [Soldiers] and they did not trade in rich goods. Yet Tyrion would accept no less.

His son? If Sammial were treated like royalty, unharmed, Tyrion would still demand no less than a million gold coins. Hewas furious.

But also aware Sammial might be in danger. The Five Families were prepared to go to war if he were harmed; that was what kept him safe as his father attacked Ailendamus. Tyrion had been prepared to harry Ailendamus hard to secure his release.

Now that Eldavin was in the war, though, it might be that the fortunes were changing.

Wistram had taken a side. House Veltras was on the Dawn Concordats side, and Ailendamus did not lack for enemies. They were a powerful nation, but Tyrion wondered if the cracks would precipitate a flood.

However, he was prepared to stop fighting if he got both Ryoka and Sammial back. Both. Unharmed.

Ailendamus was hardly blind to how Tyrion had essentially stopped their push into the Dawn Concordat. He had, with his six thousand troops, turned a solid push into Calanfer into a pure deadlock on the main front. They wanted him gone, gone, gone.

What puzzled him and Jericha, then, was that the negotiators never promised either Ryoka or Sammials return. Which they should have, because to do otherwise was an asinine move that Tyrion wouldnt even consider and said as much.

However, neither Tyrion nor Jericha knew the situation in the capital. Thus, they couldnt be aware that because of a certain Duke, Ryoka and Sammial were off-the-table for a good portion of the war.

Dreams of Ryoka, worry about his son, negotiations and battle. Tyrion Veltras demonstrated to the Dawn Concordat how to defeat four hundred [Knights] of the Order of the Hydra with minimal losses.

As far as they were concerned, he was an amazing ally who had come out of nowhere to give them hope.

But as far as the leaders of each nation were concerned, Tyrion was also getting dangerously helpful. As inwas one [Princess] enough? And if she wasdid they have her?

The ulcers he caused to the [King] and [Queen] of Calanfer were unknown to Tyrion Veltras. He might well have said, I entered this war for my son and Ryoka Griffin, who I have every intention of propositioning. I require no further debt to Calanfer.

Which would have beensomethingif broadcast. But Jericha was canny enough to stop Tyrion from saying that, as the invisible debt of Calanfer grew. Gaiil-Drome and Kaliv just thought Calanfer had pulled some diplomatic magic to get Tyrion involved, and it had risen Calanfers reputation after they had failed to pull their weight militarily.

Tyrion calling in that debt

Well, that might have been why Tyrion Veltras woke up one day after a dream about Ryoka Griffin flying over a sea of Sammials riding Otterdogs to learn he had an esteemed guest. And for oncean interesting one.

The Lightherald of Calanfer was a famous name. The Lightherald had been there when Azkerash had been sentenced to death. He had even been a friend of the Necromancer when he had been Perril Chandler. The Lightherald had battled one of the last known Dragons, fought on Rhir, and was the greatest warrior in the Eternal Kingdom of Calanfer.

And like the Hundred Families of Terandria, the Lightherald was not one man or woman. It was a title. It wasa blessing.

A literal blessing. Tyrion Veltras saw the shine off the armor and realized the man was giving away his camp; he lit up the entire canyon like day.

Lord Veltras. I am humbled to meet such a great warrior. I salute you by the Eternal Throne of Calanfer. Let all evil quake and all Terandria remember the name of Veltras. By the Hundred Families, the blood of ancient heroes still runs strong.

The Lightheralds voice was a booming one, and he himself had the manners of a Thronebearerbut the bearing of a warrior.

No less than a greatsword hung on his back, an enchanted blade, and his armor was the best in Calanfers armory, the Lightheralds of old.

But what added to his abilities and levels was the blessing. The Lightherald was quite frank about it once formalities were done.

No less than His Majesty, King Reclis du Marquin, has bestowed it upon me. It is a Royal Skill passed down from generation to generation. I am empowered, as you see Lord Tyrion, by the very nature of dawn and light. My sword blinds my opponents; my armor is enhanced. I am strongest as the dawn breaks and weakest by night, but even at night, the Dawn Concordats armies will not be blinded but see by the radiance bestowed and our enemies blinded.

So he was bright. Tyrion Veltras suspected the blessing also depended on the level of the [King] and the individual abilities of the Lightherald. The man did not have long to talk, but he did speak overlong about Calanfers debt to House Veltras.

I understand no contract was secured. But His Majesty wishes me to personally assure you it is a debt he considers strong as any pact signed in blood. Calanfer will not forget this deed.

I see. I regret that my forces cannot join you on the front. You are bound?

The Lightheralds helmet showed none of his face; not one bit of skin on his entire body. He might not have even been a man. Maybe the voice was faked too.

For our forces. Ailendamus has sent a great army. Well, now is the hour for my Order, the Thronebearers, to stand as one. I confess, I am eager for the battle. His Majesty did not wish to risk my defeat or capture, so, as shameful as it is, I have waited overlong for battle.

I see. Then we will discuss any ties after this war. I would be wary of that army.

The Lightherald nodded seriously.

Yet we must go. With the Archmage of Memory, Order of Seasons and Pheislant on our flanks, we may finally concentrate our forces. Kaliv is in danger; I will not tarry. Lord Veltras, it was my honor to meet you.

He bowed and walked away. It seemed like everyone who saw him, especially Calanfers own, were struck with awe and courage.

Tyrion was not. He recognized an aura when he saw it. The blessing also did that. He was pleased to see Jericha eyed the man as she hurried over.

Lord Veltras. What would you say was the level of the Lightherald?

Tyrion considered the question.

Level 37. Below Level 40, but not weak. With his blessing and armor, he may well be on par with a Named-rank adventurer. A fitting champion for Calanfer.

Yes, Lord Veltras.

Neither one of them said anything else. It would have been improper, because the Lightherald was valorous and seemed true in action or deed.

But Tyrion was glad that Ailendamus struck before the Lightherald got to the frontlines. Because if they hadwell.

The Great General of Ailendamus, the General of Ages, entered the war, and Tyrion saw his foe at last. The Lightheralds force didnt go to reinforce the Dawn Concordats main army.

They became the Dawn Concordats main army, and hastened their steps towards Krawlnmaks Pass, where three [Princesses] of Calanfer were under siege, and a vast army of Ailendamus waited for their foe. Tyrion Veltras closed his eyes when he heard it.

Tyrion?

Swey, Buscrei, Pellmia, the [Lords] and [Ladies], all waited on his word. Tyrion opened his eyes.

It will be there. Strike our camps. Pull every [Soldier]but do not have them rally. We will establish our modes of attack.

Is it wise to commit to the Lightheralds counterattack, Tyrion? He has to rescue the [Princesses]; we do not.

Pellmia was worried. Tyrion just shook his head.

The bulk of the Dawn Concordats army is there. They have lost once, and every [Soldier] Calanfer and Gaiil-Drome can send will join them. If they are routed, there will be no army for us to fight with. Our goal is simple: slay the Great General of Ailendamus.

Do that and the Kingdom of Glass and Glory would lose too much. If the Dawn Concordat won, Tyrion was in position to bargain. If they lost? Then Ailendamus would keep them.

So the [Lord] of House Veltras rode after the Lightherald. That was his battle, and for once, his mind was clear.

No thoughts of Ryoka. Or Sammial or the future of marriage.

He had to focus. After this battleeverything could happen or nothing. So for once, Tyrion Veltras sat forwards in his saddle. He devoted his all because he felt that [General] waiting for him.

A worthy foe. And because, for the first time, Tyrion felt that uneasy feeling of beingoutlevelled; he remembered the last time he had felt so.

Facing the Goblin King and his armies. It was an unpleasant feeling, so Tyrion turned to Jericha.

We will make arrangements in case I should fall.

They have already been made, Lord Veltras. If you should fallwe are ready. I have appointed Ullim with the task.

Jericha met his gaze, and it was clear that she thought if he fell, she would be dead. Tyrion shook his head slowly.

If I should fall, you flee, Jericha. And if that happensit is a selfish thing.

He looked up and thought it was. But perhaps Pellmia would approve because if that happened, Tyrion was dead. Jericha looked at him sharply.

Why would I flee, Lord Veltras?

To deliver my amended will.

The [Lord] of House Veltras smiled as he looked ahead for the one thing he knew. The one thing he could offer this world. The one thing he was good at. It was not raising his sons, and that was something he realized he regretted with all his heart. So. He turned to Jericha.

If I should die, you live. And askask Ryoka Griffin to help raise them.

He left her behind in dead silence as Tyrion rode. He spoke as he looked ahead.

Raise the banner of House Veltras. Every enchanted weapon is to be unveiled. This battle will be the pivotal moment in this war. To arms! For House Veltras!

He rode ahead, lance raised. Feeling as free as a butterfly.

Until

He heard Ryoka Griffins name on the wind.

Authors Note: 13,000 words. You did not expect it, but it was me, pirateaba!

Thats right, you fools. Its a chapter. Out now. Its like of a regular chapter? Well, enjoy it because it came out today.

And youre getting one tomorrow.

In theory.

Weve begun something I did last year on my birthday week. It is my determination that this may be the best way to tell this arcso here we are. A chapter a day!

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