Book 8: Chapter 83

Book 8: Chapter 83

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After all that time, it was Izril they came back to. The split continent with three species, each acting as if they were the first and only ones to ever matter.

Drakes, children of Dragons, marching into the Great Plains as Gnolls killed Gnolls. Humans in the north watched with the aid of [Mages] along with the rest of the world.

The Ailendamus-Dawn Concordat war had come to a standstill. No more time ripples struck Baleros. Actelios Salash slumbered, and the Blighted Kingdom reported no clashes with Demons.

So it was Izril. Izril that a group of adventurers returned to. An Archmage sighted the place where she had met her match, a city extending into the waters, an open harbor with watchtowers like fangs, alight with magic.

The Walled City of Waves watched as Khelts fleet approached, led by two famous vessels. It could not see the army of weary ghosts who marched over sea.

The living did not see the end of another world. The lands of the dead were growing quiet. Ghosts returned to the living world briefly. Then there was only quietus.

Corpses of Seamwalkers littered the ground and ocean. The rest walked, crawled, or moved on towards Terandria or followed that army of ghosts to the end. And it was four dead gods now, not six, who vied for the last souls.

On Terandria, Erin Solstice watched the last stand of Terandrias monarchs. She looked back home, where, a continent away, a Dragon began to wake from deaths embrace. She was mortally tired, but she wanted to go home. She wanted to wake from this dream.

Yes, a dream. The deadlands were fading away. Whether it was Seamwalkers or dead godsan end had come to this long, empty world. The Goddess of Death stood, looking at this half-formed world like an architect returning to a ruined work of art. To make it what it should have been, what it had been or could now becomeit all had to vanish first.

Only when the last lies were unveiled, when the truth shone and all debts were paid, would they be free of it.

An entire species was waking up from a nightmare they hadnt realized theyd been having. Gnolls too saw the end of something.

The end of the Plains Eye tribes lies. The end of how they knew Doombringers. Whether tribes would believe the words unveiled by Satar Silverfangwhatever they becamethe Meeting of Tribes was at an end.

This was the reckoning that had waited centuries to come. The long lies and deceit, a wretched Daemon weeping luck and tears as it stood behind Xherw. The Chieftain of Plains Eye howled as he fought, because he sensed it too.

This was the end. And not even Shaman Ulcreziek could predict what came next. The cost of it all was lives. Countless Gnolls and heroes of their kind.

The tribes camps were ablaze within the first minutes of fighting. The gathering in the center of both camps was an all-out war as Chieftain Torishi charged Xherw. Iraz and Reizet led their warriors forwards against Gaarh Marsh, Gire, Tkrn, and Mrshas friends and allies. Wers staff was a blur as he knocked down arrows loosed at Qwera, and Krshia seized Mrsha, racing back.

In factmost of the fighting was to get away as warriors charged past children and families, Gnolls who did not have combat classes.

In the tales of great battles that Mrsha had been told, it was armies and [Knights] charging each other. In Lyonettes stories, or when Urksh had told themthe sides were all brave warriors and cunning [Shamans] versus faceless villains.

Not people. But for every warrior whod come with their tribe, there were six or even twelve Gnolls who were not fighters. And they were a panicked mass of bodies.

Fall back to the camps! Fall backguard the tribes!

Shaman Cetrule howled as Silverfang warriors tried to create a defensive line. Plains Eye was doing the same. But in that chaosGnolls looked distinct, but they were from countless different tribes. You had to see markings to recognize your enemies. Remember which side stood where.

Some tribes were obvious. Plains Eye with the markings of eyes on their fur were the largest targets for the outraged tribes. Many had switched sides in a moment, when they looked at the Daemon of Luck and heard Belavierrs words.

Too many stayed. Steelfur, Azmuzarrewas it luck, denial? Or did they just hate white fur that much?

It was a shockwave rippling from the center. Gnolls further away, who hadnt heard or seen anything, glanced up as they heard the howling. Their blood chilled, and a terrible numb fear gripped them. Tribes looked up and saw the fighting and realized the worst had happened.

A civil war among their species. They saw the Earth Elemental, Khoteizetrough, raising a fist and bringing it down overhead, and they fought.

It benefited Xherws tribe. Many Gnolls did not know what had been revealed, so their tribe fought alongside old allies. In fact, more than one came to arms and found the warriors who had been at that gathering had switched sides.

The despairing Chieftain of Decles tribe, his fur dark red, flesh pale with shock underneath, lifted a paw and called out to his confused people.

We fight against Plains Eye. Deceivers! They have created a monsterput down your arms and come away!

Liars! Lookthey have addled even your Chieftains mind! He has taken leave of his senses!

A Plains Eye [Shaman] howled. Confused Gnolls, each one bearing the Decles tribe charm, a twisted claw of some animal they had hunted to reach adulthood or bequeathed to children until they reached a mature age, looked at their Chieftain. He began to speak, and the words turned into a howl. An arrow struck him in the stomach, and the Decles tribe descended into confusion.

Madness. Someone was throwing fire through the air. Not [Fireballs], but swathes of flame which landed, burning, setting fur alight and catching on tents. Sowing more confusion as each Chieftain turned to their war leaders, gathering for a proper attack.

But all of this wasGnolls killing Gnolls. They were one people. This was not right. Many warriors and people of each tribe had nothing to do with their leaders decisions.

It was only that at least one Gnoll had to die: Chieftain Xherw. Yet his warriors protected him and Shaman Ulcreziek. And on the other sidethe Doombringers had to die. The traitorous leaders of the other tribes had to die.

Everything else was a casualty of that. They knew. It was the reflection in Irazs gaze, the haunted look in Chieftain Akrisas as they pointed or drew blades, watching the fighting begin.

This was the deaths of their people. How many would die? But neither group would relent.

The first great Gnoll of the Meeting of Tribes to die was from the Wild Wastes tribe. The [Barbarians] and [Nomads] of that huge tribe had looked at the Daemon of Luck and charged into the Plains Eye warriors.

They wore hide armor, and many had been trained to fight with an axe in each hand; they faced Gnolls with metal armor and overwhelmed their opponents with a whirlwind of blows. They were one of the greatest warrior tribes of their kind.

Even Steelfurs metal coating wasnt enough to stop the [Berserker]s rage once it started. And the angrier the Wild Wastes tribe gotthe harder they fought. Looking at that Daemon, hearing the lies?

A thousand warriors were storming forwards, led by a blonde Gnoll who grabbed a sword with a gauntleted paw and thrust it aside long enough to raise an axe of mithril. The gleaming blade fell once, cutting the side of a neck open. Grimacing, the warrior stepped away, but he kept advancing. His other paw drew a lesser throwing axe, and it whirled into a [Shaman]s chest. A gasping Gnoll stared down at it, their garb running red.

Treachery! Where is Chieftain Xherw? Protect the Doombringer! You allfall back!

Warrior Dorekh was shouting, drawing the Wild Wastes warriors around him out of their fury. He was turning to find Xherw, to kill him and end this strife, when the dying [Shaman] raised a bloody paw and whispered a last spell.

The world went dark. The Wild Wastes Gnolls were suddenly plunged into a complete and absolute darkness as one of the Eye Totems activated, blinding them. Either their [Shamans] failed to counterspell the hex or they were busy.

Dorekh did not panic. He howled, and the warriors howled back. Forwards! There were enemies attacking them; Gnolls cried out, and the Wild Wastes tribe charged into the ambush.

Fighting blind was a madmans task, but they didnt know where to run to. There werent many warriors in front of him; on reflex, Dorekh felt a biting blade trying to pierce his enchanted armor and reacted.

[Vipers Counterstrike].

He cut down the Gnoll attacking him. Then he made a bark of sound. It was repeated a dozen times; the Gnolls behind him all confirmed who they were.

Bodies ahead. Dorekh felt their presence, less blinded than his other warriors. He could sense their fury.

Warriors! Twenty! Ahead! Charge!

He and his warriors slammed into the knot of Gnolls, charging ahead with such reckless abandon that they were knocked to the ground with their opponents. That gave them an equal footing, even blinded.

Find that totem! More warriors!

Howls and the bark-signs that let the Wild Wastes warriors distinguish each other were echoing around Dorekh. He got up, tangled with the corpse of another warrior who had been able to see him, and knew they had to find that totem or fall back.

They would kill their own forces, but he was certain they were amongst Plains Eye Gnolls for the moment. So Dorekh followed the fighting andhalted.

The tenor of voices had changed. The screamingDorekhs blind head whirled. There were hundreds, thousands of Gnolls around him. Buthis axe rose, and he hesitated.

Enemy! Enem

Dorekh felt someone try to stab him again, but his [Armored Fur] held it off. He swung the axe reflexively and stopped.

Hedmissed. But he had swung at shoulder-height, and he was not a tall Gnoll. Thenthe Gnolls paw shot out.

Who am I fighting?

He grabbed the head of a struggling Gnoll far too short and light to be an adult. The Wild Wastes warriors were fighting

Hold! I am Dorekh! Hold your blades!

The warriors around him hesitated. Dorekh felt the younger Gnoll tearing away. Now, he heard screams and sensed bodies fleeing around him.

Plains Eyes tribe. The warrior felt the rage in the [Berserkers] around him and himself. It would be so easy

Dorekh! They are attacking us!

A strangled screamthere were enemy warriors amongst the civilians. Yet Dorekh hesitated. He looked around, eyes blind, then shouted.

Wild Wastesfall back! Find that totem or retreat! You stand amongst children and civilians! Lower your blades.

The uncertainty in the Gnolls of his tribe was palpable. Dorekh heard a sound. The fwit of a bowstring loosing. A cry of pain.

Honored Dorekh

The Gnoll just grinned, his bloodsoaked blonde fur damp with sweat. They could not see him, and he could not see anything. All around him was screaming; he felt the tremendous impact as the Earth Elemental struck something, that howling from the center of the fighting. But the warrior just thought of one thing and replied loudly.

Berrs son knows when to hold his rage. I will not raise my axes. Who will be a true warrior?

No one answered him, but the Wild Wastes Gnolls didnt raise their blades. They tried to retreat, calling out, looking for the edge of that magical field.

It was dispelled first. Four minutes later, a [Shaman]Cetrule himselfburned the totem blinding the warriors enough for their sight to return in a rush. The Gnolls, who had formed a circle, looked around, calling out in relief.

Where is the enemy?

The civilians were fleeing in the distance, and the few Plains Eye warriors had drawn back. Then the warriors looked about. One turned, calling, and they knew already.

Honored Dorekh? Dorekh?

They found his body trampled and abandoned amidst the few dead. All Wild Wastes Gnollskilled with a single wound to the back or neck. Dorekh lay there, a bitter, bloodsoaked smile aimed at the sky. But even in those empty eyes, he didnt look regretful. Justresolved.

His tribe gathered around him, and a hundred warriors surrounded that body. His friends picked him up, and they howled as they brought him back to camp. The rest turned and charged forwards, throwing themselves onto the Plains Eye warriors. Teeth tore at necks, and [Berserkers] lost themselves to a rage.

A Gnoll climbed forwards out of a pile of dead Plains Eye warriors, a sword plunged straight through his chest and two spear hafts buried in his sides. He kept going, bringing an axe down on each head and ending each life, helmet or not, for another minute before he dropped without a word. His tribe avenged him in blood and slaughter and added more names and faces to that growing list on either side.

Honored Dorekh is dead.

It seemed that the world was a blur. The only things she saw were Krshias paws, Qweras look of despair. The howling and that Daemon behind Xherw, watching her.

Then Mrsha was being thrust into a tent as Krshia reached their fortified camp. The Gnoll [Shopkeeper] collapsed, clutching at her chest. Looking back with an expression of horror that Mrsha had only seen once on a Gnolls facethat of Elirr seeing the Raskghars ritual.

QweraQwera, in here!

Vetn and Tesy were next, thrusting the Golden Gnoll into the tent. Mrsha saw to her shock that Qwera had an arrow in her arm. The blood was running down the gold and white where the paint had been erased by Ulcreziek, but she just held one paw to her shoulder, grimacing.

Wheresthere. Ysara! Ys

Qwera turned as Yerranola, the Selphid, kept shouting orders into the speaking stone. This was the war tent, Mrsha realized, and the [Strategist] was trying to get ahold of the confusion below.

ThenDorekh was there. Mrsha looked up as the warriors brought his body back. It seemed like she blinked and he was dead.

That handsome Gnoll from the Wild Wastes tribe who had stood up for herdead within ten minutes of fighting. Mrsha realized shed been sitting there, right where Krshia had put her, in a state of shock.

Every Gnoll turned, and the howling from his tribe intensified. Mrsha looked at that resigned smile and the bloody hole in his chest.

Treachery. He would not slaughter Plains Eyes people, so one struck him from behind. Their totems

Mrsha heard the voices very distantly. She looked down at the body and then around the tent. Then she padded over to the tent flaps and gazed out. Not to enter the fighting. Just to see.

What she saw was the chaos of the Meeting of Tribes. Colorful stalls were on fire. Tents were torn down, and Gnolls fought each other, swirling around the center where Xherw and Torishi were still trying to kill each other.

He had a pair of axes in each hand; she had a single sword and shield. The two Gnolls fought as, around them, Azmuzarre and Steelfurs warriors began to push Gaarh Marsh, Weatherfur, and even Ekhtouch back.

EverywhereGnolls were dying.

The Gold-rank team, Plains Bow, was a group of seven Gnolls each holding an enchanted bow. Each one loosed an enchanted arrow into the enemy, fighting in a circlebut there were so many. They were adventurers, seven, not seven hundred.

One looked up and shouted.

Behind us! [Piercing Shot]!

She tore a hole through a Wild Waste warriors chest, but the [Berserker] was already dead. He jumped on her and, weaponless, tore out her throat with one paw. The adventurers companions shot arrows through the [Berserker]s body, trying to pour healing potions on the wound, but the Gnoll was dead.

The [Berserker] collapsed, dead, but that openingthe Gold-rank team had pivoted towards Wild Wastes warriors. They turned back and realized the warriors in front of them were gone.

The front

One loosed another arrow, but Adetr Steelfur took the arrow that rammed halfway into his shoulder and swung his axe into a face. Then he and Silverfangs warriors were on the rest. The [Archers] tried to switch to their sidearms.

A Gold-rank team died. Nevermind that they had been Plains Eyes. Like warriors of their level, they continued a few seconds after they should have died, but a gasping Gnoll just reached for the spear in her chest and then lay still. Adetr looked into those eyes.

The [Battle Seeker] had seen her end in his [Vision of Greatest Battle]. Only, then, he had laughed, trying to weather their storm of arrows. This?

He looked around as the last adventurer fell, stabbed from behind. Adetr was shaking.

Iraz! Iraz! Stop this!

He howled, but he couldnt find Iraz in the chaos. Steelfur was still fighting with Xherw. Worsethey were winning.

Azmuzarres champions swung Dragonbone weapons, wearing ancient scaled armor which was proof against everything. A Weatherfur warrior saw their spear skate off that armor and raised a shieldbut the Dragonbone mace cracked the shield and broke their bones. They looked up as the wielder of the great heirloom artifact brought the mace down.

Protect Xherw!

Chieftain Reizet was howling, and Torishi Weatherfur spun. She saw her people being forced backwards. Another loosed an arrow point-blank into a snarling Steelfur warriors fur. The arrow had been meant for one of Azmuzarres champions, but the [Archer] had lost their shot. The Steelfur warrior ignored the arrow and cut down the Gnoll.

Luck.

Xherw nearly took off her head. Torshi stumbled backwards, her shield deflecting another blow. His people were trying to surround her, and now she was retreating. But this was no honor duel; paws tried to grab at her.

Then a skeleton of a Minotaur whirled his axe through a Gnolls body, and Torishi heard a voice.

Chieftain! Here!

Feshi? Torishi turned, and Khelts undead guardians opened a gap. One of Azmuzarres champions lifted a Dragonbone bow and shot an arrow into a grinning skulls head, destroying the undead servant, but the Minotaur simply stepped back from a mace and hit the champion so hard that the Azmuzarre Gnoll went stumbling backwards, Dragonscale armor or not.

Torishi snarled at Xherw, but she backed up. He pursued her another few stepsthen realized he was in as much danger as she.

Everyone looked up as Khoteizetrough raised a fist, and Xherw and the Gnolls around him scattered as it descended. The Earth Elemental roared, and Torishi ran towards Feshi, cursing.

Kill Xhrew! He has to diethe luck Daemon too!

I know! You have to fall back, Aunt! We need to form a battle line! We cant kill that Daemon without preparation!

Sure enougharrows were passing through the Daemon. It had been revealed by Belavierr, but it wasnt there in the way everything else was. Even magical spells didnt seem to touch it.

And its effectTorishi saw it everywhere. A slipping foot that made one of her people falter long enough for a blade to ram home, a totem activating with the last words of a [Shaman]

Reizet and Iraz. The two [Chieftains] stood with Xherw, and Reizets eyes burned as she pointed at Torishi and the Doombearers. But Iraz had hesitated. Torishi had seen it.

Hed hesitated a second too long. Or maybe hed cast his lot in with Plains Eye for reasons she didnt know, but the balance had been altered by a roll of the dice. His gaze was full of more uncertainty, but his warriors were fighting on Plains Eyes side.

And Plains Eye was still the largest tribe of Gnolls. Torishi ran backwards as Khoteizetrough struck the ground again. In facthe was the reason that both sides didnt continue the chaos.

He was too large, too powerful. Plains Eye would not fight in his shadow when a single sweeping arm could kill hundreds. They fell back to their fortified ground while Torishi led the Gnolls around her towards the fortress of dirt and wood that had been raised.

She heard that Dorekh was dead and the Plains Bow team likewise. First two. Then more names began filtering into her hearing.

Honored Bezis fell, Chieftain. I saw her fall, bow in paw. We couldnt reclaim her weapon

Five of the Steelsoul are dead. Khoteizetrough struck them, and not even their fur could save them. Five of them. Each one is over Level 30

[Shamans] Ceqe, Hiren, Polloriokh

The count was going on already. Adetr Steelfur looked like he was in shock as he counted his own tribes losses next to Shaman Cetrule.

And that was the first hour. Torishi watched, giving orders, as Feshi and Yerranola assembled each Chieftain and tribe into actual positions. The warriors prepared for combat and hesitated.

Are we attacking, Chieftain Torishi, or defending this point? We have the advantage here, but this war wont end without Xherw dead, and I agree with Feshithat Daemon is throwing all strategy into chaos.

Yerranola leaned on the table as the other [Chieftains] and [Strategists] agreed. Torishi looked out of the tent. She didnt have to think.

We hold this ground. If even one tribe comes to their senseslet Plains Eye retreat if they must. Xherw will die, but I will not rush into a slaughter.

Plains Eye was out there, and by the fading light, she could see so many torches and bodies in the darkness, it seemed like the greatest army in the world had come against them. Many were, of course, Gnolls who had no weapons. But then, the same went for Torishis side.

Not every Gnoll was here, but too many. If they all diedGnollkind would be shattered, possibly forever. A species could fade away from a blow like that.

Surely he knew it. In silence, both groups gathered and mourned their dead. Torishi waited, unable to see him but knowing he was there. How mad was he? How committed to this lie, to the death of Doombearers?

She had her answer in the morning. In the morningPlains Eye uprooted their Eye Totems. They carried them up the hills and planted them, forming shields of magic. Steelfurs warriors were the vanguard and Azmuzarres few the champions. [Shamans] cast spells by the hundred as the Great Shaman, Theikha, opposed them with Cetrule and every other magic-user on their side.

As the second day dawned, the Drakes advanced on them. The first armies arrived by midday. But by that pointit truly was an ending.

Plains Eye tried to kill them all. The [Shaman of the Eternal Grasslands], heir to the great tribe founded long ago, called on the greatest magics of his people.

Doomsday. Cataclysm. No more pretending.

Torishi watched as Shaman Ulcreziek and a thousand [Shamans] struck the ground, and it opened, forming a red chasm of glowing, molten rock. The magma vented upwards, a volcanic eruption aimed straight at her tribe.

She lowered her weapon and looked up, and the geyser of rock burned higher. Ten thousand Gnolls screamed as the first burning stones fell from the skies.

Annihilation. Xherw aimed that spell at the heart of his people to burn them to dust. Torishi looked up, wide-eyed, and her brown eyes saw the treachery. Even now, she hadnt believed he would do this. It wasnt Mrsha. It wasnt one tribe. All of the Gnolls facing Plains Eye looked up as the sky turned red with fire.

Gnolls screamed in despair as the fire rained downbut only for a moment. Then the Earth Elemental, the being of the swamps, the great protector of Gaarh Marsh that had died and come back to life, Khoteizetrough, raised one arm.

He looked up into the sky, and the earths gaze burned hotter than the fire. He had been born in the death of the land. He was the last guardian of Gaarh Marsh. Khoteizetroughs thoughts were surely as strange as the creatures he loved.

The vessel of nature rose and lumbered forwards into an awkward run. He raised rotted limbs, earth turned to mud and mulch.

It was just one more stage in this world. Khoteizetrough looked up with ancient eyes, a hollow of earth. He had always known this day would come. The vast being looked down at the fragile life and shielded them from the fire raining down.

The fire wave scorched him, and he bellowed. His body turned to ash, and his head melted as the burning lock ran across it.

Yet Khoteizetrough was more than a single body. He was an idea, the earth given a soul. More flames jetted up from the ground, but Khoteizetrough was lumbering through the Gnolls. Headed for that fault in the earth.

Shaman Ulcreziek backed away as the Earth Elemental charged him, but it was not the [Shaman] that Khoteizetrough sought. He plunged into that wound that Plains Eye had caused. Khoteizetrough leapt into the ground and threw his body into the break in the world. To close it. To mend the burning hole and avert disaster.

The stone bubbled where it touched his body. Magma bathed his mud body, setting fire to roots and plants. Animals, from toads and worms and all the creatures who lived across his body, fled or perished.

Khoteizetrough thrust one hand into the earth, and the Earth Elemental began to ignite. But its being was collapsing, filling the fault-line. The Earth Elemental swung its other arm at Ulcreziek, and the [Shaman] blocked it with a wall of stone that shattered and sprayed the Gnolls around him with chunks of earth.

Ulcreziek pointed his staff at Khoteizetrough, and the inherited eye of Plains Eye opened wide, wide in his face. That pupil moved slightlyand saw something.

Khoteizetrough was raising the arm a second time when it saw something on its arm. They crawled out of the pit in the ground, blazing, climbing up his body.

Fire Elementals. The [Shaman of the Eternal Grasslands] stepped back as the Earth Elemental burned. Khoteizetrough howled as Gaarh Marsh screamed and pointed up. He raised one last hand as fire raced up his being. Then the vengeful face grew peaceful.

The magma venting at his feet slowed as Ulcreziek lowered his staff. He tried to call another deadly eruption to the surface, but something was wrong. The liquid rock was cooling. The Earth Elementals blaze faded as Fire Elementals suddenly winked out. Khoteizetrough lay down, and plants began to bloom where his muddy fingers met the ground. Waters rose and hissed as steam billowed around the crack in the ground, flooding into the land.

One last look. Khoteizetroughs gaze met Ulcrezieks, and the [Shaman] wavered. That one eye of his, the eye of his ancestors, watched as the last elemental died, and it wept. Ulcreziek saw that vivid stare fade. The intelligence of the land turned to plain mud, and then

Khoteizetrough collapsed, and the earth shuddered. His tribe howled, a wound torn in their identity.

Mourning. Grief. And thanks. The death averted. The sacrifice of the last spirit of Izril to walk the land.

Was he smiling? The hill fell to pieces. Mud turned into splashing water as the Plains Eye tribe backed away from him. His body cascaded down, but the burnt ash began to bloom with flowers.

A small swamp formed around the Earth Elemental as he died. Where he fell, a hill remained and the land sprouted in magic. The body of Khoteizetrough filled the earth for a thousand years of growth.

But he was dead.

Gaarh Marshs [Shaman], Theikha, tears streaming from those old eyes, raised her staff and called the magic of her tribe, of every Gnoll with her, down on the Plains Eye Gnolls. The ground collapsed into gigantic sinkholes and the earth split as geysers of muddy water swept over their tribe. They ran past the blank mound of earth.

The last protector of Gaarh Marsh lay there. An Earth Elemental.

Nonot just an Earth Elemental. A sentient being. Not a summoned being, but something that had a voice. Even if it had diedKhoteizetrough was a being from before this age.

It died, and everyone saw it, even miles away.

This Waning World grows emptier.

Someone whispered next to the Hobgoblin. Numbtongue finally tore his eyes away from the collapsing hill. He had seen the distant fire. He was running towards that battlefield, but his confidence was gone.

Niers Astoragon was gone. That [Witch]Shaiks tribe had vanished as Belavierr walked out of the fighting, and her summoned creatures vanished alongside them.

But the wounds theyd left were real. And now the Gnolls and the band from Erins inn were following someone else. Chieftain Orni of the Lomost Tribe watched Khoteizetrough with blank, horrified eyes. Then the [Witch] striding back towards the fighting.

We have to stop her. Kill her. Find Mrsha.

Go into that? Are you mad? You saw what Plains Eye did. They raised a volcano. Great Khoteizetrough is dead. Dead!

Lomosts chief [Shaman] had come to a halt. The sight of that magic and that death had already broken his nerve. But a figure galloping from point to point in this army veered towards them as if she had heard. The Hobgoblin hesitated, a hand on his sword, but Perorn Fleethoof, the Centauress holding a bow, only gave him a long look as she raced over.

A Centauress. Numbtongue had met Palt, of course, but that was a single [Illusionist]. He was, like Jelaqua, a stranger from a distant continent, exotic and odd, but an individual.

What Numbtongue saw now was a species.

Three thousand Centaurs were ridingor was it trotting?across the ground. Horse-people, taller than even Venaz the Minotaur, heads held high, armed with long spears or bows. And holding banners.

The Forgotten Wing Company. Numbtongue wasnt sure what had happened after Niers vanished, but the Centauress hadnt killed him, and shed claimed to be on their side. Numbtongue had decided anyone who didnt kill Goblins on sight might be an ally.

The students certainly seemed to trust her. Wil the Human, Venaz the Minotaur, Peki from Pomle, and Merrik the Dwarf all looked stunned, but were heading the divisions that Perorn had assigned. Now, the Centauress spoke crisply, enunciating each word, but as fast as lightning.

Chieftain, Chief Shaman. That was the Earth Elemental of Gaarh Marsh, wasnt it? Our ally for this battle. I take it that is an ill sign. Is this Plains Eye tribe capable of more mass-spells on that level?

ThatI have never seen such workings en masse since the Antinium Wars. It must have been thousands of [Shamans] to cast that spell.

Chieftain Orni was in almost as much shock as her [Shaman]. Perorn tossed her head. Numbtongue saw the exasperation warring with sympathy.

Focus, please. Chieftain Orni, I need a guess. Can they do that again?

The Gnoll broke out of her stupor as the Goblin Lord, Reiss, whispered in Numbtongues ear.

Not again. At leasttheyd exhaust themselves just to do that once. Maybe once more, but that would leave every [Shaman]

Mana depleted. Understood. Well prepare for the worst. Hob Numbtongue, appraisal?

Me?

Perorn just stared at him, and Numbtongue hesitated. She addressed him with something approaching familiarity after the suspicion where she had nearly shot him in the chest.

UhuhPlains Eyes [Shaman] used a ritual. Not just a mass spell. One [Grand Ritual]. He cant do it again easily.

How do you know that?

The Lomost [Shaman] stared at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin hesitated.

Reiss told me. Hes a Goblin Lord and served the Necromancer, who had files on Ulcreziek as a great enemy of his.

Was what he didnt say. The [Bard] decided to cross his arms.

Special Goblin knowledge. Uhfrom [Shamans].

Perorn gave Numbtongue a searching look that made him uneasy, but nodded crisply.

That had to be a Skill-empowered spell. Thank you. I am considering leaving your forces behind, Chieftain Orni, and advancing to engage the enemy with my Centaurs while you catch up.

Wil protested as he tried to keep pace with the Centaur on horseback.

Professor Perorn, you cant! Youre outnumbered, and theyll shred you with spells. We should attack together! Besidesyoure the only one keeping us moving this fast!

It was true. Numbtongue turned his head and saw how fast the grass around them was blurring, despite the Hobgoblin only jogging along. Perorn frowned at Wil, but she nodded; she only looked like she was trotting. She must be as fast as a Courier, Numbtongue guessed.

He still would have preferred Niers, especially since the Titan could turn off luck and magic. In factNumbtongue uneasily looked behind him and saw another army following.

Fissival. They looked like a wave of glinting armor in the distance, and Numbtongue had been told that Manus, Zeres, Otesliaeveryone but Pallass had sent a big army.

His focus was just on Mrsha. Get Mrsha. Hed promised. Get Mrsha andand find Erin. What had happened in Liscor?

He didnt know. Perorn was the one who had to make sense of everything. She nodded to the others.

Pick up the pace. Break out a quarter dose of stamina potion at eighteen minutes. We need to get there. Now.

The entire army advanced into a run. They would get there tiredbut they had to. Numbtongue looked around as Perorn lingered near his group. When she spoke, it was with an eye cast along his strange band.

Hob Numbtongue.

Dont call me that. Im Numbtongue.

Thats your military designation. Squad Leader Numbtongue, then. Ive delegated the chain of command to my students. I am willing to put Peki in charge of yourunit.

She looked at the Antinium, Cave Goblins, Gna, Salkis, Octavia, and the others riding along.

Not all of them are combatants. I suggest everyone not prepared for battle hang back with our rear lines, but I have to confirm what your plan is.

Get Mrsha.

Perorn kicked a clod of dirt back as she stepped harder in frustration. She looked at Numbtongue.

Thats not a plan of battle. A rogue element is going to put your forces into danger. The Gnolls dont know Goblins or Antinium. In that caseSergeant Gna. Take a speaking stone. I need you to report your actions and respond to my directions. Is that clear?

Numbtongue hesitated. It was, in fact, fairly reasonable. Perorn gazed at the Hobgoblin with narrowed eyes, and he nodded.

Fine. Well listen. But we get

Yes, yes. Your target. She may be safer where she isalthough Plains Eye is assaulting their position, so I am completely willing to attempt a rescue operation. But I insist I communicate with Feshi or any leadership first and tell them we are on their side. Have your Wyvern keep circling; she may be the safest way to get that child out of combat.

Perorn wasinteresting. Unlike Niers, she was precise and prioritized lines of communication and very clear bands of command. Niers preferred some chaos he could instill in both sides and could drag out his preferred victory. Perorn made sure everyone knew what they were doing and what their backup was.

Excuse me, Commander Perorn, but I believe you have forgotten I have beaten the Titan in chess. And I have given many orders. I am therefore in charge, not Gna.

Someone waved a hand at her, and Perorn turned to stare at Bird. The Antinium was riding the wagon keeping pace with them.

Are you a military officer?

I am a [Revalantor] of the Free Antinium.

Perorn chewed on this a moment. Then she shook her head briskly, somewhat reminiscent of a horse tossing its head.

I dont know Antinium command. Moreover, Niers described you as the most rogue element of all. Follow my directives.

But I beat Niers at chess.

Bird pointed out, slightly upset. Perorn eyed him.

That is not a measure of your battle ability.

Oh. I suppose this is very factually true. I withdraw my objection.

She handled Bird with facts and logic. Indeed, even the other students had a different reaction to her. Wil looked like he was going to pukeagainfrom nerves. Peki flew down to report.

Thats Yerras dirt fort. Still fighting. Lots of Gnolls clashing on lowlands, Professor.

Perorn nodded rapidly.

Then we aim for that. Numbtongues irregulars towards the hill unless the fighting line changes. Merrik, Wilkeep our infantry in a wide wing. Hold and screen our allies; dont push in far. Try to draw them out. We can spread out the battle lines, and its to our advantage. Weatherfurs known for cavalry; Id prefer to maneuver.

Yes, Professor.

The two nodded. Perorn pointed at Peki.

I need you in the air for scouting.

Not fighting?

No; there are almost no fliers in our forces, but the Drakes have flying elements. Stay above and give me a battle picture apart from my Skills. I may need you to drop on enemy groups, but you are to hit and run, Peki. Three Skills maximum and then you are escaping. Understand?

Yes, Commander!

The [Shamanic Warrior] turned and saw the army assailing Plains Eye from the side. He recognized Lomost and other tribes. Fighting withCentaurs? A Minotaur with a green crystal greatsword?

And of course

[Berserkers]. They carved a path straight into the embattled command tent as Honored Berr and his fighters followed Venaz, stemming the overrun area at last. Merish heard horns blowing to fall back.

Adetrfall back!

Iraz! Irazlet go of me, hes right there!

Adetr pointed two hundred feet away, as if there werent an army of Steelfur Gnolls between him and his Chieftain. Merish wrestled him back. They met at the command post and found aid had arrived.

But it was stillMerish looked around.

Gnolls killing Gnolls. No Demons here. The Gnolls on the Doombearers side fell back as Plains Eye was forced to regroup. But

They were still dying. Gireulashia killed one Ekhtouch Gnoll who had honed their use of the spear. Not a [Spearmaster]; they were not recognized by any Walled City. Nor had they met one in battle.

Did it matter? What was a class? What was perfection? Ekhtouch loved to ask these questions. Every day, Gire had known the Gnoll with a spot on his right ear of white, the only flaw in russet red fur as rich as anything, practicing with a spear.

Decades of practice. Dead. She would have led him in battle, become a [Chieftain] of his. That glorious spear practice, that refinementhe didnt see her coming. When he did, he turned and tried to use [Elephantslayers Thrust] on her. Only to remember she could match his Skill. Exceed it.

She left the spear in his chest as she felt the blood on her fur. Every face stood out to her. The fighting Gnolls. Her people who were dying.

All because of her. Firrelle. Gireulashia advanced on her Chieftain as Firrelle turned with a red blade in her paw. The two looked at each other, and Firrelle wavered.

Gire.

The [Paragon] cast the javelin she carried in her other hand. Firrelle parried it, mid-word. Her sword began to trace a sword art, and she hesitated. She looked up at Gire, and her eyes were filled with uncertainty as she gazed at the [Paragon]. A girl. Hope of their tribe.

She hesitated. Gire saw it, and her own eyes were round as orbs. She had expected a great battle. Prepared herself for Firrelle to fight to the death with all her levels.

A moments hesitation.

[Basic Perfect Action: Quick Slash]. Gire took Firrelles head off at the shoulders. The [Paragon] dropped her blade. Caught Firrelles head.

Firrelle?

The [Chieftain] of Ekhtouch died so fast that Gireulashia never saw the next words form on her lips. The tall girl stood there, holding Firrelles head, as Ekhtouch came to a standstill around her. Firrelles body collapsed, and Gire stood there.

Firrelle?

The Gnoll who had raised her as muchmore, far more than her actual parents stared up at her, and Gire looked around blankly. Suddenly lost.

Chieftain Firrelle of Ekhtouch was dead. A fourth of Ekhtouch was already dead andGire stared around.

What is all of this for? Why did we do this?

She looked at the Ekhtouch warriors who had been fighting her. Then at Firrelles head. A girl, waiting for the Gnoll to speak and explain it to her. Suddenlytotally, utterly, and forever

Lost.

Yes. No matter what came next, the cost was already too high. For Gnollsthis was a fell day.

Venaz of Hammerad knew it. But he still stood, head bowed, and watched.

He had been laughing a moment ago. Even in the heat of battleeven knowing what was at stake, Berr the Berserker, Honored Berr of the Wild Wastes tribe, had still been laughing. That defiant laugh of a warrior, because he could not weep now.

Then he had looked around, and they had told him.

Honored Dorekh lay there, preserved by magic, and Berr stopped. That wild grin faded from the Gnolls face, and he shrank. He was a short Gnoll, old, very old, fur turned to grey rather than its original brown.

Of course, Venaz knew that body held a warrior as fierce as any he had ever met. That Berr could grow and become a mighty force was obvious.

But it was gone. Now, only an old Gnoll knelt and touched his sons fur. He looked into the deathblow from behind. Around him, the Wild Wastes Gnolls who had not been here when the fighting began howled or covered their eyes.

One group of Humans stood with Berr. The [Berserker] who had come from Terandria to learn control was shaking.

Hehe was kind to me. He was kind to me, and they killed him. When he spared them. Hehe

He was shaking with a violence that would erupt into madness. Venazs hand was on his greatswords hilt, but Berr just raised his head.

Calm yourself, Solen.

Honored Berr. I cannot. Hehe is yourhow do you feel nothing?

The Human man was weeping and shaking with a fury that made Venazs skin crawl. But Berr just looked at him, and the rage drained out of the other [Berserker].

Not here. These are your friends. I told you. Wait. It will never leave you. Look at me.

Berr knelt there. He stared down at his sons face.

My son is dead. Dorekh held his blade. He died to avoid killing children. Just like I showed him. He

It was an act of selflessness, Honored Berr. Courage. We could not see. Welost track of him.

Berr gazed at one of the Wild Wastes warriors who was with Dorekh. He nodded slowly.

My son is dead.

Venazs fur rose as he looked at Berr. Everyone waited, but the old Gnolls eyes just glimmered with tears that fell onto his sons fur. He bowed his head. Then he rose.

I will bury him later. Where is the girl we are bound to protect? Where is Xherw?

He turned, and Venaz gazed into those eyes. Berrs voice was wrought with grief. He weptbut there was no anger on his face. No hint of it. The Minotaur backed up, and Berr turned to Solen, then a wounded Torishi.

Even she bowed and stepped back. For even when he looked into Berrs eyesVenaz didnt see what he knew was there. Berr waited. Torishi shook her head.

Xherw is regrouping. But with your aidwe may end this. With this Commander Perorn? Surely. We mustand then pivot to face the Drakes. Fissival is closest with SalazsarZeres and Oteslia behind them. Manus from the west. We must face them all, perhaps.

Xherw knew it too. And he saw the Centaurs rampaging across his lines. A [Mercenary Commander] from Baleros.

How? He didnt see it. It almost didnt matter. Goblins and Antinium were fighting with the Doombringers. It was part of their

He had ordered Ulcreziek to slay Gaarh Marsh with the [Ritual of Lands Cataclysm]. That Khoteizetrough was dead was a tragedy.

Nevertheless. Xherw saw the future clearly, and it was this: he would rally the Meeting of Tribes. End the fighting. Quell the other tribes. To do thatsome tribes had to vanish. Silverfang. The Doombearers as individuals. Gnolls would live.

When he turned to give Ulcreziek orders, the [Shaman] looked deep into his eyes, just like Iraz, Reizet. They could not find a hollow void of a soul, only a firm conviction. A confidence that not even this moment could shake.

But what did she see? No Gnoll could make that faith waver. But perhaps the woman who stood in the center of a battlefield, smiling slightly, who looked into his eyes and Ulcrezieks with a gaze older even still

Yes. That was when Ulcreziek saw that shadow of doubt creep in. For Belavierr was smiling. Smiling and offering Xherw a scroll.

Just your signature here, Chieftain.

Ulcreziek thrust it aside with a snarl. Belavierr, undeterred, watched as a pale-skinned undead girl with bright red hair scurried over to pick up the scroll and dust it off. Then she adjusted her hat.

And she kept smiling. For the Spider had finally found her prey: someone who needed her offer.

Do not turn me away so quickly, Chieftain Xherw. As I have saidI am willing to fight for your cause. It has been an age since last the Witch of Webs took to the battlefield. I have not made war for centuries upon centuries. But I have not forgotten it. All I ask is a small fee. We may negotiate the rest in each instance.

Chieftain. You cannot be considering this. Not her.

Ulcreziek whispered, but Xherw did not turn away Belavierr as lightly. He was looking across the fighting, and he saw a second army joining the forces of the Doombringers. Xhrew gazed at Belavierr.

Your terms are too high, Witch. You will not have the luck of Plains Eye. Nor your other demands. You do not offer your services to Torishis lot.

Belavierrs smile never wavered.

As a matter of fact, I did. However, given thepersonal feelings I have towards certain members of their side, I may have offered a price without negotiation.

Which was?

One thousand.

The [Witch] twinkled at Xherw and Ulcreziek. The [Shaman of the Eternal Grasslands] longed to attack her and feared that hed fail and be destroyed. A thousand souls, living, dead, and yet to be born. But the [Witch]s offer to Torishi

I offer you my services for practically nothing, Chieftain Xherw. Of courseI will unleash none of my greatest magics. For a pitiful fee. How shall we bargain? Not the Daemon, then. Nor any other of my more ambitious requests. Half.

No.

Belavierr frowned. She twitched slightly in irritation and stared at that presence hovering over Xherws shoulder.

Athird.

A quarter.

A third. That is my final offer. My hat upon it. I will have a third at leasta third, and I will fight with every spell and Skill, if not my treasures, until I fear for my life.

The Stitch Witch stood there, smiling, and Ulcreziek had never seen a darker bargain yet. He had witnessed all Plains Eye had done and knew everything they had tried. All the secrets that were hidden.

Yet sheshe had begun part of this, and she was in their history. As evil as Raskghar. He whispered to Xherw.

Chieftain. You cannot

For answer, Xherw simply reached out and took Belavierrs fingers. The Daemon of Luck groaned as the Stitch Witch smiled. One third of their luck. She reached up and began to draw a strand of something from it. Ulcreziek felt his stomach growing sick at the sound and sight. He backed away as the curious girl, Maviola, watched.

That smile never left Belavierrs face. Now it was a happy little crescent. A polite curve of the lips, very small.

Hiding the grin of a monster, as wide as the curve of the horizon. A nightmares bared teeth and laughter.

The Stitch Witch coiled the string of luck around a bobbin and tucked it away in her dress. Then she rose.

Very good, sir. Maviola. Stand behind me. It is time to teach you a lesson of simple rules.

She walked out of Xherws tent, and the Gnolls saw her then. A woman with dark blue robes and an impossibly large hat. Two ringed eyes of orange, layers of immortality. That smile. She looked around and raised a hand.

I am Belavierr.

Her contract with Chaldion of Pallass was at an end. He was cunning enoughfor a Drake. He had insisted she keep all traces of his bargain secret. Howeverhe had failed to consider that Belavierr would seek employment of her own.

Thin strings rose around Belavierr. As Saliss of Lights turned his head from the fighting, as great Gnolls looked about, a Named Adventurer raised her blade.

Belavierr!

Lehra Ruinstrider pointed the Blade of Mershi at the Stitch Witch, but it was quivering. And the cobweb of string that rose around Belavierr lookedwet. It was dripping with blood. The threadwhat was it made of?

Belavierr walked forwards, past retreating Plains Eye Gnolls. Towards the uncertain warriors who looked at her. She ignored the arrows, which snapped in midair before they ever got close. Spells were unraveling before her.

She touched one of those strands lovingly. Then she took a handful in her fingers and tugged. The strands trailed across a cluster of Gnolls. They pulled tight and sliced the Gnolls into pieces. With her other hand, the Stitch Witch raised a single needle and flicked it into the air.

Whispers. Then a buzzing as ten thousand struck across the air. They pierced eyes and flesh. The [Witch] sent one swarm of needles into the Gnollsthen another at the Centaurs. Belavierr stood there, and her eyes in that smiling face looked around.

For the little white Gnoll. She never said a word. She never cast a spell in that direction nor even so much as breathed at her.

She just smiled and smiled. Then she began to kill everything she laid her eyes upon. Slowly, as if remembering how it went.

The Stringbreaker, the Witch of Calamity, the Spider stole into view. She killed Gnolls with flicks of her hand, and that monster was a match for any horror of Chandrar.

She had mixed and mingled with them in the past, in fact. Nowshe was killing the Gnolls trying to protect Mrsha by the hundred. With such casual glee that it made any sane watchers sick.

It could not stand. But who could fight her? Saliss of Lights called a challenge across the battlefield, and the world bloomed into alchemical fire around himbut he would not last long.

Nor even would the Stargnoll herself. How many would she kill?

All of them?

Never. A pair of golden flames watched the Witch, and for a second, Belavierr hesitated. She looked left, then right. Then straight at Fetohep of Khelt as if she could see through the scrying spell, despite the time delay.

The King of Khelt said nothing at all. His hand simply shattered the enchanted glass scrying orb. When his head rose across the sunlit sea, he gazed at their destination.

Izril. And the closest landmarkZeres. The City of Waves.

Were too far away. Theyre in the Meeting of Tribes inlandthe Drakes are nearly upon them. Well never make it!

Someone else was agonizing over her scrying orb. The plaintive voice of Ceria Springwalker drifted over to Fetohep, and he turned.

We will make it, Adventurer Springwalker.

The Gold-rank adventurer looked up at him, but Fetohep did not elaborate or add to that statement. They would make it. There was no other option.

The City of Waves lay in the distance, and between them and shorea damned armada. The people at the railing were counting ships.

The King of Destruction was conferring with the anxious leaders that Fetohep had gathered. It was the Herald of the Forests who brought up the obvious.

Zeres entire fleet is headed our way. They have [Marines]. Skills for sea. We have two [Pirate Captains], despite our forces level advantage. What is our plan?

She turned to Fetohep, and the King of Khelt nodded around them. Adventurers, a [Hero], [Kings] and a [Queen]all waited on his words.

We will head up the largest river inlet. Captain Raseas skills will allow us to sail where ships cannot. Have no fear of turning the vessels; they will run aground.

Thatwasnt the question. Fetohep just looked past the City of Waves. He only turned back when Flos caught his arm. The King of Destruction had what might have been a grin past all those bandages.

I have fought Zeres once before, Fetohep. Even Amerys could not break their walls. You must have a plan.

I do indeed. Unhand me, King of Reim. I do not have time to waste on Zeres. I do not have time to wasteanywhere. Serept is gone. So is

Fetohep trailed off and looked at a figure standing at the railings. Salui half-turned, but he didnt complete Fetoheps thought. It was Vizir Hecrelunn who interrupted.

Their immortal shades are gone? How is that possible?

They are fighting for Khelt. Serept, the half-Giant of Khelt, is gone. The 5th king of Khelt is gone. Serept, the Diamond Smith, is gone. He is gone, and the City of Waves ignores every warning.

Fetohep pointed at the fleet in the distance. Perhaps he was mindfulno, he just acted as if he were being watched via scrying spell, regardless of whether he was or not.

They stand against us when Khelt fights for everything against foes that every nation recognizes. Drakes march against Gnolls like the cowardly scavengers they have always been. Their greed and arrogance to drown out the light of a species once more.

His audience on the ship and from afar realized that Fetohep was not just monologuing, but pacing up the deck. And his voicealready loud since he had no lungs nor air to breathe, was growing.

As Khelt witnesses me, and by Kheltas words and my own, and every ruler who has ever known a modicum of civilization and glory, I look upon Zeres spite with the contempt of Chandrar. When Khelt called for aid, Drakes were lacking! When Gnoll cried out, it was the Drake foot who kicked at their fingers holding onto the edge of every cliff! In their vanity, they now seek to delay me a second?

He pointed at the walls of Zeres. And his voice rang out across the sea.

IN THIS HOUR, I WILL GRIND ZERES WALLS TO DUST AND SET FLAME TO THE SERPENTINE THRONE. IF I MUST DRAG THAT WORTHLESS RULER INTO THE SEA, I WILL DO SO. NOT ONE SECOND. NOT ONE MOMENT. PART, YE WARRIORS OF ZERES, OR I WILL EXTINGUISH YOUR LIVES AND CONSCRIPT YOU IN A WAR THAT YOUR WORTHLESS SOULS MIGHT BE REDEEMED IN THE SLIGHTEST.

The ships heading for Sand at Sea didnt waver as the King of Khelt howled at them. However, no one could argue they had not been warned. Drakes stared into the distance at that ship coming their way, the sandstorm across the waters. They saw a single figure raise his hand.

Brace for magical attack! Brace for combat!

Their [Captains] warned them, and the crews of [Marines] stood ready. They had been sent to hold Khelt off from Izrilhe had already threatened their Walled City. Of course they knew that something terrible was happening. But they had orders.

They were watching a fleet of about fourteen ships, not counting the Illuminary and Sand at Sea, which were both considerably more dangerous than the warships or transport vessels created in the modern age. No matterover three times that number were poised against them and far more in harbor.

Zeres was a modern superpower at sea. Once they reached the firing radius of Zeres walls and towers, Khelts fleet would be in even greater danger. The King of Khelt just had to answer the Serpentine Matriarchs will.

He refused to even acknowledge it. So the Drakes armed ballistas and siege weapons mounted on their ships; weapons that many navies didnt even have, aside from the House of Minos.

Then their [Admiral of the Sea] received the first worrying report from one of the crows nest scouts.

Sir! A vessel is maneuvering to join Khelt and has declared a temporary alliance with them! 165-170!

One ship? The [Admiral] was waiting for Khelts move, but then he felt a terrible, wriggling suspicion in the back of his head. Slowly, he rotated to that angle and saw

It. A ship bearing down in the waters. A sight to make even Zeres [Admiral] curl up his tail. Decorated with spines and still bearing the blood red slashes of when a Vampire had crewed itbut the markings on the side were still there.

Unlike The Pride of the Wellfarthis ship had a tally of kills at sea, and it had over a thousand vessels it had sent to the depths over its existence. But thenthis was the Velistrane.

The Capital-class ship of House Reinhart had returned to Zeres. This timeit had come to answer the citys last reception of Magnolia Reinhart and subsequent siege of Oteslia.

All about starboard!

The [Captain] nearest the Velistrane turned, and the fleet broke off to counter the second threat. The Drakes lost some of their confidence. Were they going to take on Khelt and a relic from the past? If they won, theyd seize three of the greatest ships at sea. And Zeres had fire support.

Then the air began to ripple, and they realizedthey hadnt seen anything yet. Drakes looked up at what was now familiar mistand the [Sighters] began to scream down contacts from the crows nests.

Warship, unknown classestimated Wyvern-class Warship at 15 degrees!

Citadelrepeat Citadel-class warship 330! Citadel

Its a damned armada! Repeatsummoned armada. Noits

Ghost ships. Ksmvr was already screaming as he stood at the railings and stared at the rushing water. He screamed louder when the first ship crewed by ghosts came out of the mists.

Aaah! Aaah! What is that?

A grinning [Pirate] was steering a skipper beside an [Admiral] standing upon a vessel that looked like it had gone through a war already. A giant hole gaped in the sides, and something had riddled the deck with more holes.

Yet they still sailed on. The last fleet of ghosts. Rasea Zecrew ran to the railing of the Illuminary. Her cheering crew went silent, and even the Revenants of Khelt raised their heads in awe.

Ships long dead to the world, but still in the stories of [Sailors], crossed the ocean. Ancient ships like the Velistrane. Even Dragonships.

An armada of the dead. Fetohep saw them appearing, and Zeres broke into chaos. But those ships were not bound towards Zeres. A [Pirate King] lifted his hand to Rasea. He grinned, eyes as wild as any storm, and pointed a blade ahead.

Take me with you! Where are you going?

Rasea screamed at them, but the ghosts just pointed. They were sailing towards something, their damaged ships crewed by ghosts who had served with them in life, enemieseven landfolk.

They cut across the Drakes prows, and the fleet of Zeres recoiled as Fetoheps head turned.

We are running out of time.

Your Majesty! What are all these ghoststheyre ghosts. What is going on?

The rest of the crew had seen ghosts at Ailendamus appear. They turned to Fetohep and realized the King of Khelt still had his hand in the air. Fetoheps head slowly turned to regard a [Knight] of Samal.

They are going to war. This was not my doing. Perhaps Zeres shall relent?

No, not even for that. The City of Waves began to glow as Khelts fleet turned. They werent actually heading for the City of Waves; they were making for the largest river that ran inland, towards the Meeting of Tribes. They could, with luck, actually get within ten miles of the fighting, as the Meeting of Tribes had naturally settled near one of the great rivers.

But Zeres would attack them first. So Fetohep of Khelt sighed.

Vizir Hecrelunn. You will hold down Zeres.

Alone? Me?

The [Vizir] made a sound that might have been closer to a squeak and caught himself.

That isthe [Vizir] is capable of anything. However

Amerys. Join him.

The King of Destructions head turned, and a woman floating in the air and watching the ghosts looked up. A [Necromancer] nearly swooned into Yvlons arms. Pisces looked from Hecrelunn to Amerys.

Did he just say?

Did Flos Reimarch just order Amerys to attack Zeres a second time? Both great [Mages] turned to Fetohep.

We cannot just fly at the walls alone. I tried that last time. I need a siege or theyll take me out.

Amerys pointed out in a reasonable voice as she floated over to Fetohep. The King of Khelt was still pointing at Zeresnow he looked somewhat silly.

Somewhat, but Trey had an uneasy feeling as he watched Fetohep. The Revenant King was smiling. He was always physically smiling with his emaciated facebut he was smiling. On a hunch, Trey backed away and stood behind Gazi. He peeked out from behind the Gazer as Fetohep addressed Amerys.

You will have an opening. Strike their walls until we are out of range. The Walled Cities may try another tackbut as long as our fleet is safe from danger until we disembark, that is long enough. They may try what they will, then.

Interesting. Get me an opening and Ill greet them again.

The Archmage of Chandrars eyes flashed. Fetohep just nodded.

You may wish to begin flying.

She did a double-take as Hecrelunn rose into the air. Both turned to Fetohep, but he was still pointing

At Zeres. Now, everyone caught a trace of something in his voice.

tsTrey Atwood. Attend me.

The young man hesitated, but Fetohep was beckoning urgently with his other hand, and the young man stood next to Khelt. Now he felt it. He heard it too, but Fetohep just addressed him as if they were in his palace, looking over his city.

Tell me, Trey. You see Zeres?

The City of Waves was wide; it embraced the tide, like a many-fanged trident. Towers rose, threatening destruction, and the port could hold multiple fleets. Trey hesitated as he saw multiple gates that could be sealed; they were open for now, ready to disgorge more ships.

Yes, Your Majesty?

Consider the towers.

Each one was different. Trey looked at them; one looked almost scaled, built in mimicry of Drake scales. Another was like a hissing head of a serpent. Each one was glowing with spells. Fetohep sneered at Zeres.

en thtell me, Trey. Which tower offends your sensibilities most?

Trey saw every head turn to Fetohep. He hesitated.

I, uh

Any one. Tell me. [Op

Trey looked at Fetohep. Then he pointed at the one like a snarling serpent and clung to the railing. Fetoheps smile didnt change, but his golden flames grew brighter.

What was he doing? Everyone edged closer, and even Ksmvr forgot his terror of water to approach. Nowthey heard it. Fetohep had been breaking off to speak to Trey, but that pointing fingerit was a low mutter, so fast that it had been lost in the background.

[Open the Vaults]. [Open the Vaults]. [Open the Vaults]. [Open the Vaults]. [Open the Vaults]. [Open the Vaults]. Openthevaultsopenthevaultsopenthevaultsopenthevaults

He wasusing that Skill again and again. But why was he doing it so much? And no one had seen anything appear. So wh

Trey looked up. His bladder tried to empty itself. Slowly, the [Hero] of Zethe gazed upwards. He stowed his sword. Alked Fellbow lowered the relic that Fetohep had given him. He could probably hit Zeres from miles and miles awaybut he had a feeling he wasnt going to need to.

Trey knew what Fetohep was summoning. It might be the largest object in Fetoheps armory. It was, in the King of Khelts words, an eyesore. He had complained for four hours to Trey once about its inconvenience.

Even if it were a halberd designed to be wielded by a Giant, it was made of gemstones, King Serepts largest creation.

It was longer than most of the palace and had to be contained in a room designed just to hold it with dimensional magic. NowSerepts largest weapon was hovering over Sand at Sea. The Revenant [Captain] looked up, and the undead light in his eyes diminished.

Your Majestyplease dont drop that on us.

Fetohep was laughing. The gemstone spear was three times as long as the warship, and everyone decided Trey had had the right idea. But the halberd was hovering there as it kept appearingand it was beginning to rotate.

It began to spin, and it hovered, quivering with what Trey could only describe assuspended momentum. As if it was being held in place by something. If Fetohep could have broke into a sweat

But the King of Khelt just pointed at Zeres. The Drake ships were moving out of the way of that gigantic weapon. Now, the sendings from the Serpentine Matriarch had lost their authoritarian tone.

He wasnt going to

In the name of King Serept of Khelt! The 5th King of Khelt sends his greetings to Zeres. You wretched little lizards paddling around in the spray. [Open the Vaults: The Gemstone Giants Halberd of Khelt].

Fetohep roared, and the halberd launched itself past Amerys and Hecrelunn. The [Vizir]s jaw nearly fell off his face as the gemstone spear left a shockwave of air after it. And it was aimed at

The Walled City of Waves was the greatest remaining Walled City on the waters. Its walls had thrown back armadas. It had even survived the Worlds Floods; it had endured wars l

The Halberd of Serept crashed into the tower and rammed halfway through it. The discharge of magic and force of the impact made the City of Waves quake. Every spell in the towers and the walls flickered and went down for a second.

Drakes whod been gathered to watch the battle at sea had thrown themselves down when they saw the polearm coming. Nowthey looked up in horror at the fortune beyond Salazsars yearly net worth embedded in one of their towers. Stone showered down, and the alarms began to ring as the Serpentine Matriarch emerged from her quarters to see the blades tip aimed at her palace.

Then she saw the glowing woman shooting through the skies, trailing a hundred bolts of lightning in her wake. Zeres fleet was pursuing her, the [Admiral of the Sea] maneuvering far, far away from Khelt in case Fetohep decided to hit a ship with another weapon on his own authority.

The Serpentine Matriarch didnt have time to countermand his orders. She looked up and closed the drapes as Amerys, the Archmage of Chandrar, the Calm Flower on the Battlefield, waved down to Zeres. Drakes old enough to remember her looked up in horror as the King of Destructions [Mage] came back for a rematch.

A storm descended over Zeres. The morning sky had already begun to turn dark. Nowstormclouds gathered at unbelievable speed, drowning out the sunlight. A brighter, closer radiance replaced it.

The flash of lightning and thunder. Amerys trailed through the air, a lethargic dancer barely able to keep on her feet, swaying, each step carrying her across the sky in a flash of lightning.

Ah. Now I feel younger.

Her voice was a crackling whisper from the clouds above. Then the lightning began to fall, striking the walls, forcing Drakes into cover. A few unwise fliers rose up and fell, burning. The magic on Zeres was returning, though, and tracers of magic, invisible to all but [Mages], were locking onto Amerys.

Then the wall spells began to fire. Magical arrows, plumes of magic, and anti-flier spells designed to strike at the same speed Amerys was flying began to crisscross the air. In response, the Archmage of Chandrar began to step faster, dodging the deadly spells.

Some splashed across a barrier of magic around her, but she was dodging, flashing across the sky. This

This was familiar. The Archmage of Chandrar was laughing. She could not do this long. She knew Khelts fleet was moving upriver, out of direct range of Zeres. She just had to buy them

The towers were the greatest threat. One was projecting lines of [Dispel Magic] across the air like a net. If she ran into that

Amerys magic flickered a moment as she passed through one of those spells. She dived, recovering herself, and then remembered.

She needed an army not for the spells, but for

The Drake [Archers]. They had a bead on her, and their Skills were far more unpredictable than magic. Amerys saw a group aiming for her and braced.

Then a meteor struck the walls, and Vizir Hecrelunn descended. The horrified Drakes looked up into the bright red light of the Revenant of Khelt. He did not step like lightning; he flew, and the spells that tried to strike him down vanished as he created a dead space of magic.

Ahaha.

A wide, incredulous smile filled Amerys face. There he was. Just like Eldavina legend not meant for this day and age. A being on par with any Archmageno, beyond them.

Beyond her? That barrier was beyond any spell she knew, and as she watched, he pointed and sent a meteor streaking down to strike a tower. As simply as she threw lightning. Two [Mages] of different kinds and eras regarded each other. Amerys called out first, her voice teasing.

Great Revenant of Khelt. Shall we compete at spellcraft? For a legend of Kheltis that all youve got?

For all his magic, Hecrelunn was patently uneasy as Zeres defenses threatened to overwhelm his barrier. Amerys or Hecrelunn alone might burn in the minutes they needed to buy. Together?

The [Vizir]s chin rose, and his eyes flashed. He replied as the two flew over Zeres, raining spells down.

Woman, the [Vizir] Hecrelunn will match you in magic. He will surpass you in every other conceivable way.

His gaze was that of a dead man sneering down at the world. He had magic to equal any Archmage of today. And he was a [Vizir]. Amerys laughter was the lightning bolts raining down from the sky. Wild and sad.

Look what weve forgotten. Look at me, Zeres. She struck them a hundred times in a minute. But the Drakes just shouted up defiance. And their armyAmerys head turned. She could not see them, but she felt the sea marching onto land. A wave of scales and armor. The Archmage bared her teeth in sympathy for the Gnolls. The Drakes had reached the Meeting of Tribes.

Authors Note: These three chapters are actually one chapter as written but I have split them up like last time for claritys sake. Read on.

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