Book 9: Chapter 8
[The author is on break until July 30th! See the Authors Notes for more things. There is an AMA on r/progressionfantasy on the 26th too!]
She did not appear in dreams often. Never for Mrsha before now, in fact. Which suggested that perhaps even dreams were afraid of Belavierr.
There she stood, in what might have been the inns hallway. Onlythe wooden walls were decayed, rotten, the boards giving way to mold and the gnawings of termites, exposing black cracks in the wall.
The kind of gaps that you were afraid to go near. Infestation lay beyond. Something rottingor worse still.
The Stitch Witch stood in the facsimile of the inn, her eyes glowing. Held at bay by a single door. Darkness lay all around the little Gnoll girl. Just like before.
Mrsha du Marquin stood there, shivering with terror. Too afraid to run and be tricked into leaving the garden. Sure that if she stayed long enoughshed wake.
She knew this was a nightmare. But there was no laptop and silly movie to use. No Rufelt and Lasica. Just the Stitch Witch.
The [Garden of Sanctuary] protected Mrsha. However, even its power, which could foil Grimalkin, was not foolproof. It could not stop Belavierrs illusions nor her Skills. Nor could it stop [Druids] who entered under peace and pact.
There were rules. Rules so old that even Belavierr didnt know them all. Yet the Stitch Witch had been here before. So she mocked Mrsha, just like last time.
Rings of shadowed immortality, beckoning Mrsha deeper. Creatures that called themselves Belavierr, reaching out. Layers of methods to defy death, some only a madwoman would use.
The longer Mrsha lookedthe more she saw. So she hid her face. But the [Witch]s words were not so easy to block.
You trust to this garden to hold me back. Yet it is not your Skill. The owner lies dead, and the true owner died long ago. You dont have the full power of this place.
The [Witch]s eyes glittered and those words came back.
You dont even have the right door.
Why was Mrsha dreaming of this now? She looked for Lasica and Rufeltor her dream of them, because what happened next was visions and fightingthen angering Belavierr so much that she broke her own Skill. The Gnoll girl waited, and the specter of Belavierr beyond the door frowned.
A dark, puzzled frown. A gleefulno, wait. It was just a frown. It twisted over her face for a second, and then she spoke, and theaura of fear and despair around her faded.
I broke no oaths. You summoned me here. Or a fragment. But why? How? Are you a [Dreamer] now, silly little girl? That would be unwise.
She turned, and Mrshas hair rose higher as she realized the dream Belavierr wasnt staying to script. The [Witch] peered around. The groaning hallway seemed less terrifying nowmainly because she was here.
A strange dream. A silly nightmare. Why now? I cannot be lured into a dream. Unless I wish to be.
Her eyes swiveled around crazily, with what Mrsha realized was sudden paranoia. Thenan analytical insight. The Stitch Witch backed up and produced a piece of chalk. She began to draw a door on the hallway walls.
Black chalkflecked with brilliant gold Mrsha had seen before. Truegold? Belavierr whispered.
Little door, little door, in dreams bore a hole. Darkest depths I yet not dream. Let me out, let me out, I whisper, before the nightmare shouts.
She drew a simple doorknob and had her hand on the door, glancing around with what Mrsha felt was unwarranted fear. Because if Belavierr were looking over her shoulder, peering into the depths of the hallwayMrsha wanted to be awake right now.
The Stitch Witch was about to yank the chalk door open when her hand froze on the doorknob. She turned slowlyand with evident relief as something oozed from the depths of the hallway. Mrsha backed up as the nightmare appeared.
A mass of bone and ghastly slime, more like toxic green ooze, crawled forwards. It had two glowing purple eyes and a familiar skeletons body fused with what an undead slime probably looked like.
The Slime-Toren monster groaned as one of Mrshas regular nightmares crawled forwards. Shield Spider legs from the Defenders of the Cave made it scuttle, and a bunch of wiggling rat tails stuck out all over its body. Belavierr stared at the nightmare as it groaned for Mrsha. It reached for the [Witch], making a rattling-chittering sound.
Belavierr let it grab her as she calmly reached for Torens skull embedded in the horror. She ripped it out, neck vertebrae and all. The creature squealed like a rat, and like the nightmare-monster it was, reared up
The Stitch Witchs hands cracked the fake Torens skull into pieces, and she opened her mouth, wide, wide. So wide it dislocated, forming a black hole in her face. She dumped the fragments of bone into her mouth and chewed.
Mrsha and her regular nightmare backed up. The Slime-Toren monster began to flee, and Belavierr whispered.
No. This is neither trap for me, nor you. A dream is a dream. But why this one?
Mrsha watched her nightmare flee Belavierr, back into the hallway. She saw Belavierrs mouth moving and then saw ivory teeth moving in the hallway.
Vast teeth, closing around the Slime-Toren nightmare which made one last squealing sound before
Belavierr swallowed. Mrsha nodded to herself.
Yep, she wasnt going to wet the bed about Slime-Toren ever again. She was fairly sure, in fact, she would never have that nightmare again. Giant teeth hallways, now? Lyonette was going to be walking Mrsha to the outhouse a lot more often.
Belavierr turned back to Mrsha. She stared at the girl, but whatever promise shed made, it was apparently enough to protect the girl even here. Belavierr stared past Mrsha. Then she recoiled.
The door. The owners changed. The key. You found the key?
She looked at Mrsha in disbelief. The Gnoll peered out of the doorway. She didnt see the wood door with bands of iron that always appeared for her. Then she realizedthe doorway looked different. Belavierrs eyes widened.
The half-dead [Innkeeper] found a key? She wasworthy? Unlikely. Promising. Symbolic? What will it change? What will it do? Everything old is rising. Did Califor have something to do with this? Of course she did.
Belavierrs eyes flashed rage as Mrsha raised her paw. She couldnt say anything orwait.
Hey. Whats going on?
The Stitch Witch turned to Mrsha as the girl found, to her delight, she could speak! It sounded like the faux-voice she and Gire had made. Mrsha waved her paws in delight.
I can talk! I can say something! Ive always hated you, but you have a great hat! F-forsooth! I can speak! I can
The [Witch] ignored Mrsha. She was tapping her lips. Then she shook her head.
That one has Califors mark on her. A different kind of [Witch]. For now. All fire and dreams. Howevereven my own need my help, my advice, my craft. Recommend me to the owner of this garden and I may reconsider my vow of vengeance, girl.
She reached for Mrsha, pressing one hand against the gardens door. Mrsha gaped at Belavierr.
Me? Help you? Go fuck yourself! Yay, I can say it! Go swallow a Creler egg and take a rusty shovel and
The [Stitch Witch] was no friend to Mrsha, but as one mother to another, she supposed that it was well for the childs guardians that she could not speak normally. She snapped her fingers.
I have no time for dreams. Another omen. Another mystery. If this owner finds the truth behind the door, wont you dream of me, Mrsha? Such secrets are worth far more than even all the luck I stole. Now. To waking for you and my task for me. But a bit of revenge, first.
She leered at Mrsha, her lips curving up in a toothless smile, like a black void. Mrsha backed up. She shook a fist at Belavierr.
You dont scare me! I have the door! You cant get in youstinkyperson!
Her insult game got bad when she was scared. Belavierrs smile widened. Then that horrible thing in nightmares happened. You know, when you thought you were scared beyond belief? That moment when you were lying paralyzed in bed, sure a monster was around the corner, ready to leap out?
Just when you thought the nightmare couldnt get worseit did.
Belavierrs eyes began to weep. Black, dark tears began to ooze downwards in a trickle, then a stream of water in umbral shades. Bits of seaweed, even a dead fish slowly poured out her eyes, then her mouth as she began to sink into the floor. Belavierrs voice gurgled as she spoke, as if coming fromsomewhere deep and wet.
The door protects you even in dreams. I have sworn my oath to my first daughter. But tell me, silly little child. What happens when you wake?
Mrsha stared at the waters rising in the hallway. She put one paw out as Belavierr kept sinking, and the water pressing at the Garden of Sanctuary was too wet. Tooreal. Mrsha hesitated.
What happens when Ioh
Then the [Witch] snapped her fingers, and Mrsha
Opened her eyes in her bed as Lyonette yawned and shook her.
Mrsha, stop thrashing! Mrsha
The Gnoll girl sat up and began to howl a second before a wave of water poured out of the air. Lyonettes scream was accompanied by the door to their room bursting open and a deluge of saltwater, a dead fish, seaweed, and other ocean debris knocked Normen and Alcaz flat as they headed downstairs for their morning workout. Mrsha lay at the bottom of the stairs, soaking wet, and shook her fist up at the sky.
She hoped Belavierr drowned down there. Wherever she was or whatever she was doing. Or got really, really pruney.
[Legacy: Garden of Sanctuary, authority recognized. Key of Reprieve granted.]
And then she woke up. As sometimes happened, the level ups and announcements seemed to echo the moment she went to sleep and the moment she woke.
ActuallyErin realized that when she leveled up, she never dreamed. It was just the voice.
She woke, lay in bed for a moment, heart picking up speed until it was racing, and her eyes shot open as a spike of excitement ran through her heart.
Magic.
That was the feeling. Like the first time she had gained a unique Skill, [Immortal Moment]. The feeling of seeing the Winter Fae before they spoke, looking outside at a new worldmaking something beautiful like flame or food.
Wondrous moments like these were the things Erin Solstice wanted from this world the most. They made up for some of the bad, the ill.
Key of Reprieve? What the heck was that? Her authority, recognized? Did that mean shed just been aa?
A squatter? No, wait. Does that mean someone else owned it and they died? That sounds dark. Maybe it means I proved myself. Does every Skill like this work this way?
Erin knew of a bare handful of examples. Ryoka had mentioned Mihaela Godfrey, the Guildmistress of First Landing, had a legacy Skill. Erin had thought it was coolalthough the idea of an oxygenless road sounded awful to her.
Now, Mihaela was on the top of Erins list of people to meet. The young woman lay there and realized two things:
I cant let Chaldion/Niers/Grimalkin/someone else know about this right away.
And secondly
Theres something under my pillow.
Erins heart pounded harder as she stuck a hand under her pillow. Just like the tooth faerie, just like, well, a storyshe froze when she actually touched something hard and cold.
A key. And larger than Erin had thought! It wasnt a modern key, but one of those old ones as long as her hand.
She gasped when she pulled out the Key of Reprieve, because one look told her that this was a magic key.
It was the subtle things, like the cloudy, rusted iron metal that looked plainbut revealed some glittering, blue, amber-like material within, clouded and laced with pearl. The handle of the key was shaped like a feather. Likewell, Erin didnt know feathers, but it looked distinctive, flared at the edges in an odd cut pattern.
The teeth of the key were also different, not simple at all. It looked like someone had taken a square of metal and cut a series of tiny, wavy shapes out of it such that the teeth looked like twined grass, plantsand nigh impossible to use in a regular lock.
It wasnt that heavy, and as Erin held it, she felt something rush through her hand. A kind of expectation.
A key for a door. Erin Solstices breath caught, and she tried to push herself out of bed. Then she remembered she couldnt walk and groaned.
Oh, come on!
But nothing could deter her from crawling over to her chair and inserting herself into it. Erin rolled towards the wall. First bisque, then shed tellno, she needed to be careful.
New Erin. New [Knights] like Normennew inn. She had to actually think, so Erin slowed down a second.
Dont make a fuss. Play it cool. Everyones gonna talk about Normen. No one knows
Unless my new chess set is bugged.
Erins eyes narrowed as she turned her head. An innocent Fraerling stared back at her from her desk. She had asked Palt, and he said it wasnt enchanted like that to his knowledgebut that if anyone could fool an Ullsinoi Mage, it was Niers.
about the Walled City of Shields. I could post that quest, but Chaldion makes just too good an offer. Damn. Ive gotta tell him.
Erin amended her statement. And if that doesnt get Venaz bothering me within the hour, its probably not enchanted to listen to me.
The [Innkeeper] continued her planning mentally, since, to her knowledge, telepaths didnt exist in thein Izril at this moment, at least.
Okay, play it cool. The Garden cant be entered, so I can explore with a crew. Normen needs his gear, and damnI told Jewel Id offer her some opportunities. Rabbiteater might have written me back! Or Ryoka! Ill do all that and make a mess in the kitchen and pretend Im tired.
Erin had big plans for the Order of Solstice, but this clearly took priority. She hesitated as she put her hands on her wheelchair.
Ohcome on! Ill work on it later! This is special!
She lowered her head as her conscience nagged her.
This Yelroan guy better be good at his job. Okaydo some important work before midday. Perfect.
Maximum distraction-Erin. She rolled forwards determinedly and crashed into the wall. Erin jammed her knees straight into the wood before bouncing off.
Ow! What the heck?
She stared at the wooden wall, which should have opened into the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Erin Solstice rubbed at her kneesthen tried again.
Door!
She pointed. The door did not appear. Erins jaw worked as she stared at the key in hand.
Uhdoor?
The young woman jabbed the key into the wall a few times. No obliging keyhole appeared.
Oh no. Thats not good.
Suddenly, Erin realized that this might not be a wondrous moment like a new Skill. She had never, ever heard an announcement like the one that had given her the key, even for the quests.
This might bea gift under fae rules. Erin gulped.
Id better get some iron. And a helmet. And some acid.
She had to actually open the door to her room and go into the hallway, and Erin realized shed need help getting the wheelchair down the stairs. Well, someone could help her down and pull it after
Erin stopped as she emerged into the second floor hallway. Only with the door open did she smell the fishy, nasty odor of seawater and see the fish scales, the absolutely flooded hallway, and Liska, staring at everything with a mop and an expression of dismay on her face. Erin stared at the Gnoll.
What happened here? Liska, did you do this?
No! It was Mrsha. Again. Youd better take the garden downand better not go to the common room. Or the basement. All the water drained down there, and a bunch of Antinium came up to complain we flooded their Hive.
Erin was trying to process a response when someone else woke up. Ulvama opened the door to her room. She took one look outside, peered at Erin, and snorted.
More [Witch] magic. Stop summoning water! It wakes me up.
She slammed the door.
It was another day in The Wandering Inn.
This was a grand day. A beautiful day.
Eight Antinium were wearing suits. Yes, suits, the kind of thing you might see at a funeral or wedding. They had been awkwardly tailored and adjusted at firstbefore an Antinium who knew how to sew had created a far more suitable version that captured suit without having to cover the back shell or being uncomfortable or unfashionable.
Each suit was fairly cheap; cotton, nothing finer. Yet they had a lot of gentle style, like the two silver antennae painted on the chest over the image of a mop. A kind of crest.
The Workers all had a bucket and mop. They raised the mops overhead and did a little twirl.
That wasnt part of the process. It was just style. In fact, it was so much style that Ser Sest was conscious that he hadnt buffed his armor for a few days.
Silently, the Workers twirled about. Then they stepped past each other, and the audiences jaws dropped. The Workers were waltzing. Moving around in a coordinated pattern, like two lines of dance partners interweaving. Onlytheir partners were the swirling mops and the buckets they swung around as they moved.
Terandrian waltz music. That was what this scene called for. The Hobgoblin had his guitar, but he couldnt replicate the feeling of a full quartet of strings and some brass. To his creditNumbtongue didnt even try as the maestro of this moment, the Antinium with silver antennae, smiled.
Silveran was smiling. No, he was beaming. This was a wonderful day. Here he was, with his best team, cleaning the inn.
And it was a mess. Oh, how wonderful! There was water everywhere, it was salty and would dry horribly, and it was already threatening to bloat the floorboards, warping them. Time was of the essence.
The entire inn needed cleaning, deodorizingthe basement was flooded, and a lot of the stored goods had water damage.
All of it required professionals. Ishkr had taken one look at Liska mopping water down the stairs and made the call.
Silverans Cleaners were here, and they danced like the [Princess] had once shown them. In fact, some of the larger shops and places where they worked had requested that the Antinium do this.
It wasnt always efficient, but eight Antinium swirling around the inns floor like waltzing [Cleaners]well.
Even Erin Solstice was staring. Even for The Wandering Inn
Wow. Silveran is amazing. Did you know he could do this, Lyonette? Did Pawn teach him? Lyonet
The [Innkeeper] turned her head, and the [Princess] bulging eyes were her answer. Pawn beamed as he took her hand.
Silveran is very profitable. His business, like Garrys, is one of the ones the Free Queen has approved.
Dame Ushars eyes darted to the Antinium, and Lyonette jerked. She patted Pawns hand and gave him a warning smile.
Thank you, Pawn. Iits so elegant. Calanfer would have [Cleaners] doing this with the Eternal Throne if wed thought of it!
By Marquins swordI shall recommend it at once!
Ser Sest shot to his feet, and the Thronebearers were distracted. Pawn sighed, but then turned to Mrsha.
How did you conjure so much water, Mrsha? I can only do two cups. Although mine is drinkable.
She glared at him. Mrsha was wrapped in towels and grumpy. She wrote on the only good paper she had left; Belavierr had ruined a lot of her writing supplies.
The stupid Belavierr! She was in my dreams!
Do we need to take precautions against hexes or dreams?
Lyonette was horrified. She turned, and the Horns looked up from watching the entire event. Ceria scratched at her chin.
Thats not something Wistram teaches. I doubt even Ullsinoi knows how. But then again, Belavierr is a legend. So yes. If Mrshas not deadmaybe just yes in a general sense for all of us. What a way to start the day, eh? Alright. Ill have two sausage hot dogs to start off with all the condiments. And then well see how I feel.
She turned to Ishkr, and Yvlon looked askance.
Ceria, really?
Even Ishkr hesitated.
All nine toppings, Miss Ceria?
Nine? I thought there were seven. Lets see. Ketchup, mayonnaise, relish, fish paste sauce, acid flies, thats fivepork shavings, and, uhsour cream?
And honey and mustard.
Oh, right. Yeah, put all nine on there. Lets see what happens.
Ceria rubbed her hands together as some of the other guests of the inn turned green despite themselves. Hexel broke off from inspecting the water damage.
Its just as well were changing the inn, Erin. I have you for your big plan meeting in two days, but I would have bumped it up if only to help you sort drainage. Happily, theres an Antinium tunnel to their Hive which did all that. As for that breakfast, I think I need mine to go. Ill eat with, oh, Councilmember Elirr since the inn is wet. May I see what you have? Before Miss Springwalker gets her food, or Ill be regurgitating mine.
Of course, Hexel! Sorry.
Erin waved at Ishkr, and Yvlon folded her arms.
Ceria, theres no way itll taste good.
Complementary flavors, Yvlon. Name one thing that doesnt go well together.
Acid flies and honey?
Delicious. Honey goes well with everything.
Sour cream and fish paste?
Double sour.
But with the honey?
Contrasting flavors. Pisces, you want in? Ksmvr
The Antinium [Skirmisher] opened and closed his mandibles, for once not leaping at the opportunity to show group cohesion.
II will participate in this shared trauma, which I understand is a unifying force, Captain Ceria. Despite my clear reservations.
Pisces instantly refused, but Kevin leaned over seriously to talk Ceria out of it.
Ceria, you cant do this.
Oh, come on, Im paying for it, I like weird foodis it because its two? Thats a lot for my stomach. Tell you what, Pisces, Ksmvr, Yvlon, everyone takes one bite. Mrsha? You too? Excellent.
Ceria rubbed her hands, but Kevin forestalled her.
No. Listen
She turned to him, surprised by the look on the easygoing young mans face. Kevin glowered.
you cant have a hot dog without chili. Cheese! How are those not toppings? Baked beans too! Onions, avocadowait, have we discovered those yet? Um. Coleslaw? Mac and cheese Ive seen, too. Put all of them on, and Ill have one too. Minus the flies.
Ceria looked at him with delight, and Kevin raised a hand to high-five. Mrsha nodded excitedly, and Lyonette tried to remove her daughter from the equation.
I dont believe Mrsha needs to eat that. You two are welcome to yourfood. But she
She nearly drowned, Lyonette! She deserves a treat. You only live once.
Yes and I want her to survive breakfast!
That was the kind of quality conversation you heard at The Wandering Inn. A Centaur shook his head as he trotted out of the inn.
He was still staying here. Mainly because Imani wasand that might soon change. Not that theyd sleep at Timbors inn, though the Drunken Gnoll was fairly nice.
No, they were thinking of a studio apartment over her kitchen. They had to build it first, but the Antinium had offered very lovely rates, and Hexel had said hed do some personal designing and use two of his Skills if Imani gave him some exclusive dinners for a small company.
Everyone liked the best [Chef] in the city. It opened doors. To Palt, the veteran of Wistrams secrets and politics, Liscor was easy-mode. He was Imanis helperand romantic paramourwhich was how he liked to introduce himself, much to her chagrin.
But he was also the horseshoe behind Imanis rising star. Namely, the horseshoe that played other, rival [Chefs] against each other. The ones looking to sabotage Imani or smear her name.
Palt was no amateur in the world of underhandedness. Culinary underhandedness, now? Hed had to call in a few favors, but Ullsinoi were full of rogues. Even their membership had a few cooking enthusiasts, and theyd taught him a few tricks for a few recipes.
For instance, one of them bore fruit as Palt did a daily check. He was in Barehoof Kitchens, the place he and Imani were running, when he halted a Street Runner doing deliveries with a bag of holding.
Oho. Hold on. Your deliverys been sabotaged.
What?
The Drake girl looked alarmed and nervous. Palt was inspecting some of the basic cooking goods that Imani had ordered.
Did you get this all from the same supplier? Or was it through the Merchants Guild?
II dont know. Believe me, Mister Palt, I would never
No, of course not.
Palt had already checked the Street Runners. But he showed her what hed found.
This bag of flour? Someones mixed a bunch of salt and sugar into it.
How can you tell?
The Centaur smiled knowingly.
Diffusion spells. Its calibrated to detect if theres two materials mixed together. Handy for an [Illusionist] or someone doing quality-control. InterestingI dont think the Merchants Guild is behind this.
Why not?
Palt indicated the bag.
Because its too much work. Normally, they just add some weight to the bag to claim theyre giving you more than they are. Enchanted sacks with [Leadweight], optical illusion spellsI even heard of a [Crooked Supplier] who had a teleportation spell wired into the basket so everything he poured out of it lost twenty percent in a hidden compartment. This? This is to foul Imani up, hopefully when shes making something. Shed taste what she made, obviously, but maybe flour will be out if she needs it. Interesting. Well, its not powdered glass. If it wereId have to get unpleasant.
The Drake Street Runner was at a loss for words, but Palts ominous chuckle made her scales crawl. She had heard other [Cooks] she ran deliveries for muttering insults at Imani, who had managed to keep some of her recipes secret and eclipsed their own fame.
She hoped they didnt escalate beyond pranks, because Palt, who was very genial and offered her some Dreamleaf for after work, was looking fairly dangerous.
Whatwhat should I do, Mister Palt?
Just one second. Theres some kind of worm or something in one of the produce. [Detect Life] is picking it up. Someones creative. How about this? I slip you two gold pieces and you swap this with another cooks delivery.
Mister Palt! I couldnt
Four gold and Ill show you how to change the Merchant Guilds tags. And you find who could have messed with the delivery, and if we find whos working for the competition, Ill throw in twenty gold pieces.
Let me run this back.
The Centaur shook hands with the Drake, and she was just tucking the gold pieces away and heading out the door when Imani poked her head out the kitchen.
Was that the delivery, Palt?
Yes, but she got a few things wrong, my dear! Oh, and you may wish to stay away from The Wandering Inn this morning unless you want to witness a crime against nature.
Palt trotted over and gave Imani a kiss before relating the hot dog incident. Imani sighed.
Thats Erins inn for you. Although, some fancy hot dogs would be fun to showcase. Its the presentationtheres this Japanese custom where you cut hot dogs into cute little octopi. They put them in their bento-boxes. As for poor HexelPalt, what are you thinking about?
The Centaur had lifted a finger. He inserted a cigar into his mouth and puffed furiously.
Lunch.
Yes?
Imani waited patiently, but Palts mind was working overdrive with sudden innovation. The Earthers werent the only ones who could do it.
Hexel asked for a breakfast to-go, and we do that with our kitchen. Bags of holding make transport easier, but you know who never gets lunch even at our restaurants? Hexel again. Hes always too busy. He gets a burger from a stall or a snack. So
Imanis eyes lit up.
We should corner the market on boxed lunches! Delivery as well!
Palt hesitated.
I was more thinking delivery. Your world does both?
Yesbut Palt! I can do boxed lunches for adventurers or people who have to leave the city. We can do in-city delivery.
Imani began writing notes furiously as she took a pad of parchment out of her apron.
What if I took an hour to work out a prototype bento-box? We need something good. Its this stacking box which locks togethera bit of clever woodwork. But it needs to be lacquered or something beautiful, elegant. Not tacky. If we had chopsticks as a culturewe can pack wooden tableware, maybe?
He pointed at her. This. This was why hed fallen in love with her over, well, even Erin. The [Innkeeper] had graduated to food tasting good, but Imani understood a truth that made her a [Chef], not a mere [Cook] or [Innkeeper].
Presentation. Feed the eyes, then the mouth.
Ill see about woodworking. I may have to go toInvrisil, I think. Woodworking, a deal with the Runners Guild
Get me some of Wailants produce if youre going via door, would you?
Palt trotted out of Barehoof Kitchens, puffing happily. Yes, life was good.
The Centaur stopped by the Drunken Gnoll to let Timbor know that Imani needed a small bit of flour; their morning delivery was delayed. The [Innkeeper] didnt cursehe just checked his own breakfast diners.
Ill run it over right now myself. Weve got enough breakfast set in the preservation cupboard for a good amount of customers. I wish I had an entire preservation field, but your kitchens better.
Palt chuckled, and the [Innkeeper] nodded to his [Comfortable Barmaid]. His second-in-command, a cheerful, matronly Drake who put you at ease and quelled arguments by her sheer presence.
He could afford to do this himself, you see, because Timbors inn could run if he never showed up. That he did, and put in his time, was because he respected his class. But he had what Erins inn lackeda trained workforce.
Anyways, it was also why Timbors inn got a lions share of the new customers in the area, and even adventurers, one of the most lucrative, if troublesome, types of guest. His food was excellent, the service was fast, and this inn was a friendly one to Gnolls, who comprised a lot of the staff and guests.
Humans gravitated towards it for that same reason but Gnolls still constituted most of the guests, which was why you could find Vok, Hickery, and a few Gnolls eating with Senior Guardsman Relc, who was paying for breakfast after their morning drills.
Nah, dont be an adventurer, Vok. Youre too young, and its too dangerous.
But if I level up to Level 15 in [Spearman]
Try Level 25 or your parentsll kill me. If youve gotta do it, hunt rats in the sewers.
Ew, Relc! Cant Vok fight Corusdeer or something? Or Shield Spiders? There are still some nests the farmers want gone, thats what I heard.
Relc pointed his fork at Vok.
One. Corusdeer will set your spear on fire with their horns. You try blocking antlers and youre dead. You have to spear them like a boar, and thats dangerous as hell. Two, Shield Spiders cover you and eat you alive. Screaming. Spears are really hard to kill them with.
The Gnoll kids went silent, and Relc picked at his teeth.
This is how a lotta Bronze-rank teams go out. Join the Watch. Or do a bit of guard-work. Even [Merchants]ll hire a young Gnoll who can hold a spear right to guard a warehouse. Its more looking good and blowing a whistle so no one tries anything. Oh, hey! Klb! My partners here, guys.
Klbkch walked into the inn and halted as all the Gnoll children stared at him. He raised a hand and spoke.
Hello, I am Senior Guardsman Klbkch. Are you Relcstrainees? I am pleased to meet you all.
He looked disconcerted by Relcs popularity. And slightly awkward around the nervous Hickery. Klbkch tried to be friendly.
Hello, young Gnoll girl. What is your name? Here, have a mint cracker.
He handed over what had been a traditional treat in Liscor before ice cream, cake, and cookies had blown it out of the watera mint leaf-infused semi-sweet cracker. Relc chortled as Hickery sniffed the cracker nervously.
Klbkch was so taken aback he never noticed he was being watched. Of course, it was pure chance hed walked in here, but the young woman realized that he might be stopping by regularly.
Which meant this was her new favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner inn. A crystal hand brushed a loop of red hair crossed with faint streaks of coral-blue. An iconic hair color to match the handwhich even the [Barmaids] stared at.
That was actually somewhat deliberate. Put on a glove and rub some dye gel in your hair and you were different. Was advertising her true hair color and hand dangerous? Yes, wellit was necessary. The young woman made no move, just watched and listened.
One did not trouble the Slayer of the Antinium. Not yet. The crystal hand that moved as perfectly as a real one was proof that a careless mistake would cost you forever. And this game was for keeps.
There was, in fact, a third unusual guest of Timbors inn as well. Although, in Jewels case, the only unusual thing was that she was sober today.
Her two teammates, who were part of Glitterblade, were glad to see it. Jewel had been, wellthe laughingstock of the Adventurers Guild was putting it lightly. Accordingly, shed fallen into depression.
Everything had been going so well hither to. Theyd killed two Wyverns in the High Passes and had reaped a considerable profit, even for the amount theyd spent getting out there and camping out. They had survived the Village of the Dead raid, and while Jewel had nearly diedthey had reaped the rewards.
But add offending Erin Solstice into the mix and having her name on the quest? That had been the biggest embarrassment of a lifetime, and Jewel had thought she had seen the worst when meeting Captain Todi after finally becoming Gold-rank.
Apparently, teams in Chandrar and Rhir had asked who Jewel was. Which was name recognition, as Toimt pointed out.
Jewel, the [Swashbuckler], hadnt wanted to hear it. But shed come out of her funk, so she was eating and talking with the other two.
Toimt, Jewel, and Hilten. They were all mobile melee combat classes. To be precise, an [All-Range Duelist], a [Swashbuckler], and a [Spellblade]. Hence their name.
Toimt and Jewel knew each other from growing up and learning from the same old [Duelist]. Hilten was Toimts friend, and Jewel had gotten to know them, as fellow experts in rapiers and Terandrian fighting styles did. Few people preferred the lightly-armored style more known to the Human kingdoms of the northern continent. They disparaged the seemingly-flimsy blades that couldnt penetrate real armor.
Which meant theyd never seen a fencer lunge and run someone in plate armor through the heart in a single move. Needless to say, the members of Glitterblade were the King of Duels biggest fans for showing the world the excellence of fencing.
Toimt carried a wand and pe, a heavier version of the fencing foil. He was quite capable of hitting a target while dodging and fighting in a melee.
Jewel used a rapier and a classic buckler shield and was capable of leaping across the ground and moving as fast as any [Skirmisher].
Hilten used a foil, the lightest and weakest of all blades and seldom used outside of practice. True, it was closer to the pariser, an actual sword, but the trick was simply the tip, which had been enchanted with a [Jolt] spell.
Low-level and far weaker than regular enchantments a Gold-rank adventurer carried, but Hedault himself had worked on it because the novel design meant that Hilten could tap you two dozen times with the nimble blade. And you would not be laughing with your arms numb when he ran you through with it.
Did this matter? Well, only if their team would become famous. Right now, they were new to Gold-rank. They hadnt emerged with a bang like the Horns, but theyd earned their certification well enough, mostly from their levels.
They had not yet made their mark, but they were going to. The eternal refrain of teams who werent world-famous. Now, it seemed like their ship had come in. Erin Solstice, the same person who had turned Jewel into a daytime alcoholic, had suggested Jewel talk to her about a kind of contract like the one Todi had with Selys.
Or even, perhaps, joining the Order of Solstice? They had a chance to become part of the news, and not as a laughingstock.
However, Jewel was relaxed this morning. She ate and reassured her two teammates she was out of her funk. Butsurprisinglyshe was reticent about visiting The Wandering Inn.
Listen, you two. I appreciate Miss Solstice snapping me out of my silly mood. That was embarrassing. But it reminded me, once I sobered up, that we are Gold-rank adventurers.
New ones. Were not even a year in, and the Horns are world-famous. Were not, Jewel.
She waved this off from Hilten. He was as cautious as his class and fighting style indicated.
Yes, but we are Gold-ranks, Hilten. One of the youngest teams to get here! Erin Solstice is important, but think about itdo we want to work for coppers on gold just for her fame?
Hilten and Toimt exchanged looks.
I think shes pretty important, Jewel. Everyone in Liscor knows her inn, even if they dont know her.
Yes, yes. If she wants to make a serious offer, well hear her out. I just dont want her to think she can embarrass us and offer us bad rates. Were a Gold-rank team. Just remember that.
Jewel leaned back, projecting reassurance to her teammates. That was right. No more being pushed around. She was reaching for another devilled egg when someone spoke up.
Hey, Jewel! Mind if I scoot by for a sec?
Jewel looked up. She was about to glare at whomever was speaking to Gold-rank Jewel when she saw Captain Jelaqua Ivirith of the Halfseekers.
Oh! Captain Jelaqua! Sitgood morning. Anything up?
Jelaqua sat down with a big smile. She was actually joined by Seborn, Ulinde, and a more cheerful Moore this morning.
Hey, guys, we just came through Pallass. The doors a bit odd right nowErins apparently gonna raise rates. Ouch, and shes renegotiating with the cities. But were friends of the inn. Im heading back for a hot date with Maughin, but I wanted to catch you all. Are we taking your time?
Not at all. What do you want to order? Were almost done with breakfast, but we have these nice eggs
Did they want to talk business? Pool gold to buy one of the artifacts? Jewel didnt know as Jelaqua waved that off.
Nah, Ive got to get going soon. Just a word. Hot date. Maughin. Me.
The rest of their team rolled their eyes as she emphasized that. Seborn leaned forwards.
By hot date, she means shes keeping him company while he works.
Jelaqua elbowed him hard, and Jewel laughed politely. The Halfseekers sat down as Moore smiled.
Have you been to the inn this morning? I saw it was flooded.
Flooded? But the door still works, right?
Jewels nightmare would be being stranded and going back four hundred miles to Invrisil. Jelaqua waved this off.
Nothing destroys that damn door. Not even Crelersand thats one of the perks of being a friend of the inn. Easy transit. Which is why I wanted to talk to you. Dont worry, Erin didnt send me, but I heard from a birdie called Typhenous that she was going to offer you a job.
Jewel stiffened. Her teammates looked up. Word was already spreading? But then Jewel relaxed. So this was it. Erin was sending in a team to vouch for her. Classic upsell. Well
She wasnt prepared for the Selphid to glance around conspiratorially.
Listen, Jewel. I think this is great for your team. A new group like the Horns? Wonderful. Just dont mess it up, okay? And by that, I mean, dont mess it up for her or for yourselves.
Huh?
Jelaqua looked more serious than Jewel thought. A good actbut then the Selphid nodded at Seborn.
I just dont want you to die. Seborn, you had a speech, right?
The Drowned Man nodded.
Yeah. Think of it like this. The Horns were Erins friends. A good Silver-rank team on their way up. Calruz, their leader, was low-Gold already, unofficially. Within a year of knowing her, all but one of the original team was dead or in prison. They killed an Adult Creler, and theyre now walking around with Relics after surviving a death-zone. Thats the odds. Us? We only survived a siege, the Raskghar appearing for the first time, uh
Moth attacks.
Moore whispered. Ulinde waved a hand.
Oh, and I joined up after I attacked you all!
Jelaqua snapped her fingers.
Exactly. And we had a reckoning with our traitor, Garen. He died, and we put years of vengeance to rest. Im going to include killing and looting Wall Lord Dragial as part of that. Speaking of which, Lehra had better get here and divide the shares up or Ill get suspicious, huh?
She laughed and looked around the table. Jewels mouth was open slightly as the Selphid grew serious again.
Thats what I mean, Jewel. Be ready for danger. Really think if you want to do this. Now, I know youre Gold-rank, but Saliss of Lights nearly got killed doing something Erin-related. Think about that. A war with the King of Destruction wasnt Erins fault
that we can prove
But thats the thing. Dont be Vuliel Drae. Have you heard about them?
Glitterblade had, but only in the vague way that things got around. Jelaqua related the story of the Face-Eater moth disaster.
I feel like theyre the other side of things. Well, grandmothers tits, everyones lost a teammate except for the Silver Swords. Griffon Huntits a chance. Thats what Im going to tell you. Named-rank or death. Believe me, Erin doesnt try to get you killed, but even her ordinary missions?
Moore was nodding with the rest.
If she asks you to take Mrsha to the playground, you could be fighting [Rogues] to the death in the street. That happened once. Not our team, but a gang.
Itit did?
The half-Giant patted Jewel gently on the shoulder as the Halfseekers rose. Jelaqua tossed some coins down.
Let us get the bill. You can pay us back, but like I saidif she makes you a [Knight], insist on some enchanted plate armor. Mithril. Pelt can probably make it. Thats the perks. But I dont know if our team would go on retainer. Ive said my piece. Erin will kill us if Jewel refuses.
She turned, and Seborn nudged her.
Ill back you up.
Moore nodded.
I will too. It was something you had to say, Jelaqua
In silence, Hilten and Toimt looked at Jewel. She spluttered as she stared at Jelaquas back.
Thatwas exaggeration. A bluff. Erin just sent Jelaqua to say that.
Why would she warn us off?
Reversereverse psychology! Its mind-games. Listen, I dont think Erin can pay us to work for her. Not as a Gold-rank team.
Jewel was just getting up when someone else sat down at the table. He appeared so suddenly that the odds were hed been camouflaged by a Skill, or invisible.
After all, there was no mistaking Grand Strategist Chaldion. Jewel jerked back in her seat as four big Drakes wearing Pallass armor stood next to the table. Chaldion twisted his ring, and Jewels ears popped as he deployed a privacy spell.
This may be true. However, Pallass and I, personally, are willing to pay you a considerable sum to accept Miss Solstices offer, Captain Jewel.
IIGrand Strategist Chaldion?
The Drake knew her name. Not only that, he nodded at her teammates.
Hilten Coroes and Toimt Ironvell. I trust I will not have to repeat myself that this conversation will remain private, even if not all of you accept Miss Solstices request.
We havent agreed to do that! We cannot be intimidated!
Chaldion raised one brow as his gemstone eye gleamed at Jewel.
No indeed? I trust, however, that you would not mind reporting anything and everything you hear for due recompense? I am prepared to be exceptionally generous. Per valuable secret, I will pay you ten thousand gold pieces if you bring me back something actionable.
Jewels mouth went dry.
Whare you asking us to spy for?
Chaldion waved this off at once.
Nonsense. Spies have a limited lifespan in The Wandering Inn. This is above-board, and I believe Miss Solstice surely expects this. The difficulty is that pre-existing agents are difficult to acquire.
He pursed his lips, and Jewel could not understand his frustration. Money was no object, and Pallass had many levers
Few of which worked on the inns permanent staff. Mrsha could be bribed with sweets, but she lied like she breathed. Lyonette was a [Princess] and difficult to cajole. Goblins didnt really value money or threats, and Bird was an enigma.
As for Ishkr, well. He had proven far more difficult than Chaldion thought, and the adventurers were equally tough. Chaldion didnt tarry long.
I have quite a lot of business to attend to. Please go to Pallass and ask to speak to a Watch Captain or other official in the military if you choose to accept. I am not exaggerating your fee.
He rose, and Jewels ears popped again as he deactivated the spell. This time, her teammates just watched her with folded arms.
Before Jewel could rally, before she could even scream or protest one last time, a third party moved over and sat down.
Grand Strategist Chaldion actually turned in the doorway, but Wil Kallinad just smiled and bowed to him. He didnt even bother to use a privacy spell or lower his voice as he spoke.
Excuse me, Captain Jewel. I would just like to introduce myself. I am
Lord Kallinad. The Titans student.
Jewel had had a bit of ahe had been the [Strategist] shed rooted for at Daquin. She stared at him as Wil nodded politely.
Thats correct. I wont take up your time. I would just advise you to reconsider taking Grand Strategist Chaldions offer. It would be, in my opinion as a [Strategist]unwise.
Is that a threat?
Hilten looked alarmed, and Wil considered the question.
No. More like a simple statement or warning. Not from me, you understand. The Titan of Baleros simply wishes it to be made clear to everyone. Grand Strategist! Could I beg for a game of chess later?
The Drake glowered as Wil rose, and Jewel sat there. Her teammates avoided her gaze as Jewel looked around. She licked her dry lips.
II think, before we do anything, why dont we get a round?
A tipsy team left the Drunken Gnoll, and only when they were gone did Timbor poke his head out from the back and stare at the table where Jewel had been.
So that was the damn reason why he kept levelling up! He wondered if he could offer Jewel free room and board.
In a vacuum, it sort of looked unfair. It might have seemed like bullying, what was happening to Jewel.
Or, conversely, a lot of handouts that were entirely undeserved. And that was fair, especially if you looked at Mrshas smug face and considered a lifetime of pancakes for breakfast, Gold-rank friends, and a magical inn.
However, all children had it good. Except for the ones who didnt. Some adults might indeed work a difficult job with little thanks and pay. They did not dream of Belavierr.
The point wasif you were going to do this? This time, for The Wandering Inn, there was no excuse. Do it right or the next statue was your fault alone.
Erin Solstice knew that. That was partly why she was afraid. Afraid, because this time she had, with full knowledge of what might come, put the first piece in front of Skinner, in front of an Adult Creler.
How did the Pawn feel when it was promoted to the Queen piece or, rarely, the Knight piece and saw the sacrificial play?
Normen felt like he was dreaming. A dream where someone looked at him, the boy who only the Watch paid attention to, the petty thug, and pointed at him. Then the [Innkeeper], eyes burning with flame, told him he was worthy to be a [Knight].
He was honorable, after all. It wasnt an act.
The dream became realer when Ser Dalimont took him aside. The Thronebearer was brisk, and out of all the [Knights], he alone didnt really question what hed seen. The others were uncertain, because a [Knight] was a [Knight].
And Normen was now a [Knight]. In fact, the graceful [Cleaner] Antinium aside, the inn had a lot of guests this morning. Now that the door was back, they were far more regular. And the usual crowd had returned for the spectacle.
However, no less than two whole tables were packed with men who paid for their breakfasts up front, tipped their hats but didnt take them off at the door, and wore plain clothes, sometimes stained or patched in suspicious places.
Rough men. Honorable men. Dangerous menbut not to the little Gnoll girl currently trying not to throw up her first bite of the everything hotdog. Men who eyed Ceria taking a huge bite of a hotdog with more apprehension than they would a [Brute] with a serrated knife at night.
They were still men of principle.
It seems to me that this inn has excellent food, as it were. A fine play for Normen. No one ask for one of the hot dogs, thoughitd be a pity to be abed the rest of the day.
One of the leaders, an [Enforcer], advised the others. He glanced sideways as Typhenous slowly tried to sneak out of the inn. The hatmans eyes glinted as Erin turned.
Typhenous, dont run off! I need to speak to you!
Every Brother turned and politely stared at the Plague Mage, who winced and gave her a pained smile. The Plague Mage would, of course, have preferred not to be in plain sight.
However, the garden door wasnt working, and Typhenous was wondering if hed upset Erin. Or if he were being trapped.
In fact, Mrsha had run face-first into a wall, along with Numbtongue, Lyonette, and a number of guests of the inn. Something was up, and everyone was glaring at Erin and wondering if she was holding the door open somewhere. However, the penny hadnt dropped for them yet.
Normen was the center of attention, and all the men with hats turned back to Ser Dalimont. The [Knight] was doing something odd.
Hed taken a braid of rope and tied it into knots at set intervals. Now, he was wrapping it around Normens shoulder at the armpit, his legs, even his chest.
It was something any [Seamstress] or [Tailor] would have recognized instantly. Measuring ropebut all the hatmen listened intently as Dalimont spoke.
Looks like youre well within standards, Ser Normen. Here are the exact measurementsanyone can use it to adjust armor, but you wanted this, Miss Solstice?
Ser Normen. The men sighed, and they looked at Normen like
Well, Normen understood those eyes, filled with the kind of longing there were no good outlets for. You couldnt equate that feeling with any other desire. Not even the burning desire to impress a lady, the need to swing a fist, or the fury of a good fellow who saw something wrong to correct.
This was deeper. He took a shuddering breath as Erin turned.
To her credit, the [Innkeeper] knew what shed done, and she repeated the words.
Ser Normen! I like it. Thanks, Dalimont. Pelt says hes busy and that I need to get an order in. Thats fine. We had some ideas about armor, anyways.
Isnt there some good Shield Spider armor on sale in the market? Silver-rankers use it. Smith Raekea also does very good iron for cheap. If you go to Pallass, Maughins steel is unbeatable for Skills.
Yvlon turned, rattling off the different types of armor you could acquire, if only to distract herself from watching Ceria eat. There was more topping than hot dog.
Pisces was already down. Ksmvrs mandibles shook as he hesitated over his bite. The [Necromancer] was trying not to puke as he clutched at his stomach. Erin shook her head in response to Yvlons question.
No, weve got a plan. We need the best armor. Not even goodMrsha. Werent you gonnaMrsha?
The Gnoll girl ran, covering her mouth, and slammed into a wall. The garden door wasnt open, so she turned, realized she had no time, and
Ooh. Everyone looked away. Lyonette closed her eyes as Silveran glanced over and gestured. This required some fast-drying alchemical powder, some dedicated soap, a few drops of deodorizer, and
Ceria was still eating as Mrsha the Vomitous sniveled and wiped at her nose. At this, Ksmvr made a judgment call and hid his hotdog piece in his bag of holding before pretending hed eaten it. The half-Elf looked around.
Yeah, this isnt great. But hey, food is food.
The hatmen nodded at each other. The [Enforcer] chuckled.
Gold-rank stomach. Now theres a lady deserving of her level, I dare say.
Everyone nodded judiciously and turned just as Ishkr bustled out of the kitchen with a loaded tray of food. Liska followed him, grumpy, but Ishkr served out the breakfast plates to the less-than-hungry guests.
However, a curious scent caught each fellows nose, and Mrsha looked up from crying to Lyonette and blaming her for not stopping Mrsha from her bad decisions. It was odd, slightly burnt, and Kevin whirled from trying to take another bite of his hot dog.
Wait. Is that?
I know there are a lot of morning tea drinkers here, but would you all care to take a sip of our complimentary drink this morning? We have, ah, coffee, from Oteslia. Freshly brewed.
Lyonette nervously clasped her hands behind her back as she presented the first batch of something new. Liska showed around the mugs, steaming, as Ishkr offered them about.
Theres free milk and sugar with them. Well be offering it here, exclusively, for breakfast. Or whenever you wish, but it, ah, wakes you up.
The Brothers eyed the drink with a lot of reservations given what theyd just seen Ceria eat, but the [Enforcer] grimaced.
Ill have one, sir.
You sure, Beytoc?
The man nodded.
A fellow does not turn down free drinks from a lady. Do I add in the milk or?
He consulted with Lyonette, who helpfully advised him to try it black, and then moved on. Beytoc hesitated, because it was a peculiar smell coming from the mug, and he worried it was burnt.
However, one look to the side and he saw Kevin almost shoot out of his seat. Kevin took a mug, looked around, and shouted.
Coffee? We haveJoseph! Wheres he? Joseph, Imanicoffee! Sugar, milklattes. Iced coffee. Frappuccinos. The only damn good thing about home
Adventurer Saliss, [First Forwards, First Out]!
Wonderful.
Saliss rolled his eyes, but he hopped from foot to foot, a claw on the vials cork. Erin gulped. She grabbed the doorknob.
Lets just pull it open a tiny bit, Saliss.
Nah, throw it open. I leap in and you close it if I start screaming. Death or glory! For the Walled City of Inventions!
Stop that! Stop making me nervous! Im gonna pee. Shriekblade? I forgot you were there!
My [Dangersense] is going off too. Not from Saliss kill-vial.
Tessa spoke quietly. She was staring at the door. The Gold-rank adventurers looked up. Jewel nearly swallowed her tongue. Ceria adjusted her circlet and narrowed her eyes.
Somethings weird. Erin, Im sensing
The [Innkeeper] turned and looked around uncertainly. Her hand twisted the knob slightly.
Should I?
The door to the [Garden of Sanctuary] opened. Erin felt something kick her, and she went flying across the hallway. Something heavy, coldwet
Saliss of Lights and Tessa dodged. Tessa clung to the ceiling, and Saliss did a flying backflip, looked back, swore and laughed, and ran.
Ksmvr was tangled up trying to shield Pisces. Numbtongue stabbed his sword into the ground and didnt move far, but all the others were knocked flying. Jewel looked up as a white wall of powder hit her.
For the second time that day, the inns hallways flooded as an avalanche of snow came pouring through the door. Erin Solstice tumbled down the stairs, screaming and slashing with her knife.
The guests on the bottom floor stared as a howling vortex of wind poured out of the door. Saliss whirled just in time to see Tessa drop. She stared through the gardens door and then nodded.
Shriekblade drew her daggers as Saliss popped an ice-resistance potion. He saw the other Drakes claw flash to her belt, draw a glowing dagger, and throw it. She said two words before she sprang through the doorway, more knives appearing in her hands.
Snow Golems.
Erin wondered if this was what it was like being dead and frozen. She flailed around in the snow until someone hauled her out.
Venaz kicked through the snow, looking disbelieving as people shouted.
What is going on? Venaz, status report!
The Titan was shouting as Chaldion spoke rapidly into a stone.
Send them through now. I want ice-resistance gear and flame weapons. Where are the Flamewardens?
Ice was packed into Erins ears. She had to dig it out and felt the horrible sensation of ice lodged deep into her canal. She spat out snowshe could have suffocated! A terrible way to die.
What the hell was
Its snow!
Jewel poked her head out of the snow, dazed. But a half-Elf exploded upwards, sweeping it away from her team.
Its not just snow! Theres a damn blizzard up there.
And Snow Golems! Get your asses in here!
Saliss roared from above. Erin saw Yvlon charging up the stairs, arms morphing into spikes. The inn was in chaos, but somehow, Erin was relieved.
Its not Crelers! Wait, did he say snow? Apistas in there!
She struggled to get up, but Normen was hauling her back.
Miss Solstice, its not safe
Youre a [Knight]. This is my inn! Lets get in there!
She shouted at him. He hesitated, but the Horns were already up and the shouting was excitednot alarmed. Erin didnt wait. She tried to climb up the stairs and found that climbing through chest-high snow was hard.
One side. Peki, Merrik, on me!
Venaz charged into the snowdrift, trying to unsheathe his greatsword in the tight hallway. Peki followed him with a warcry.
Both slammed into the snowdrift as the snow compacted into a wall. The Horns had swept it aside with Cerias magic, but more kept pouring through.
Merrik stared as Venaz flailed wildly, trying to bulldoze forwards. Then he and Peki backed up, spluttering. Calmly, the Dwarf turned.
Were gonna need flame spells. Or another [Cryomancer].
Erin hopped anxiously from foot to foot. All she heard were muffled shouts from above. The Horns, Saliss, and Tessa were up there. Ohand Numbtongue, who hadnt been swept away.
Flame spells! FlameBezale, Palt!
The two Wistram [Mages] came forwards and began melting the snow into icewater. Erin realized she could conjure her ownbut decided to let the two do the work.
Icewater and snow ran down onto the floor, and the flames were scorching the hallway.
It was going to need some buffing out. And more water damage. An Antinium with a bucket happily sloshed water out of the basement. Silveran might be here all week!
By now, the people outside were realizing that the situation was not Creler-critical. But Lyonettes greatest fear as she clutched a struggling Mrsha was the same as the girls and, surprisingly, Niers.
What about Apista?
Apista the bee had been feeling weird all day. Of course, she didnt fly as much, so she put it down to ground sickness.
She was getting used to being a lot slower around places. Crawling, not flying. Of courseshe was sad about it.
But the little white Mrsha girl was back, and the inn was alive, and so she considered it a worthwhile trade. After all, one did not simply fly into the Meeting of Tribes, sting the greatest Gnoll [Shaman] in the eyeand Belavierrand pay no cost.
She had been napping a lot in the garden, because all the feet were now life-threatening hazards. So of all the inns guests, Apista was the first to notice no one was coming through the garden.
She had made a little nest with Birds help in the jungle section. He had made her an actual birds nest and added a lot of fluff from his pillows for her. Apista had been waiting for Mrsha to run in to go to breakfast with her.
Sometimes the silly little Gnoll forgot, but then Apista just had some flowers. But Mrsha didnt appear. And Apista realizedno one was coming into the garden.
It had confused her greatly. She had tried to make the door appearand she normally could, yet nothing had happened. Thenthen had come the click that rang through the garden. And the bee realized that it wasnt her that was off.
Everything was. The [Garden of Sanctuary] was humming. Apista looked up, and the bee would have shouted if she had but a voice.
What was that? What was THAT? And what was happening toshe spun around and then crawled rapidly back to the safest spot in the garden: the hill with the statues. Becausethe garden was going crazy!
The dome overhead had been faithfully reflecting the sky over Liscor. Mildly cloudy with no chance of rain, autumn, cool. The water mist that swept around the garden had been slightly chilly, but the bee avoided getting wet.
Nothing in Apistas admittedly limited knowledge of climatology had suggested a snowstorm.
It was howling through the top of the garden, although the freezing cold wasnt permeating that far down. But it was clear that outside this shelter, a new ice age had come! Fat snowflakes drifted down, dissolving, and Apista realized she and everything in here might freeze if the temperature dropped.
She had tofind shelter! The bee hesitated. The hill with the statues was no safe place. Maybe she had to dig a hole, use her limited ability to make fire to set parts of the jungle ablaze? Ohohthe bee rotated and then decided to make a beeline for her nest instead.
It took her nearly ten minutes to climb back to the jungle section, whereupon she realized two things.
Wait a second. Firstly, the snow coming down from above kept melting before it reached the ground. Second?
It wasnt getting colder. The laws of thermodynamics meant that heat should be escaping the dome, but it wasnt freezing. The bee expected the temperature to drop, but it hadnt changed at all.
Ergo, she might not be about to freeze to death. The bee poked her head out of her nest, fanning her good wing.
Even so, what the heck was going on? She crawled over to one wall, staring up at the hole in the dome. Absently, Apista wished she had a view of the outside. Or wherever this was.
A loud whumph and flash of flame and heat blasted the bee from behind. Then she felt a terrible, biting cold. Apista rotated slowly and saw
Snow Golem? Thats not a Snow Golem! These are Snow Titans! Saliss, you liar
Shut up and kill them! Theyre just snow and ice!
Theyre made of ice
A screaming Gold-rank [Swashbuckler] dove as a fist made of snow and ice pounded the ground. She could barely move in the snow that came up to her headonly her lightfoot Skills kept her mobile. An Antinium flashed past her, cutting at the arm as Apista looked up into a familiardomedroom.
Only this one was filled with snow. Filled with it, and the towering Snow Golems, three of them, accompanied by lesser Golems, were currently fighting a naked Drake, multiple adventurers, and a Hob.
Play your damn song, Numbtongue!
Saliss shouted as he threw another vial, which exploded in a jet of fire that raced up one of the Snow Giants arms. Ceria raised a wall of ice as a fist came down, and Yvlon punched, her metal arms slicing wildly into one of the Snow Giants sides
Where are our reinforcements?
Leave em! If they cant make it through the snow, theyre no help here! Dont get smashed flat! Dont get
Apista couldnt actually swing the door closed, but the [Garden of Sanctuary] was very obliging. The door swung closed for her. The bee stared at the sight of Jewel fleeing an angry Snow Golem and then the door shut, and the sound was gone.
Today was a weird day. Apista wanted nothing more than to go back to the inn, have a smoke, and tell Mrsha that the garden was on the fritz. And suddenlythe door was back. Apistas antennae waved wildly as she saw an [Innkeeper] pointing up at a hallway running with ice and snow.
gotta get Keldrass up there! Pisces says theyre huge Snow Golems!
In your garden? But I thought it was safe!
Me too! But these ones look like they formed due to all the snow!
Lyonette and Erin were shouting amidst the chaos as a group of Drakes, one wearing the Heartflame Breastplate, came storming up the stairs. Venaz followed, and Captain Todis squad secured the lower floor, looking nervous. Lyonette pointed upstairs.
What happened to Apista? If shes up there, freezingMrsha, I said its not safe!
Ser Sest ran after Mrsha as she raced around the common room. Erin waved a hand at Chaldion, directing more of Pallass [Soldiers] up after the others.
Its sorta safe. I just dont get whats happening.
Mrsha came skidding to a stop. She frozeand bent down. Apista crawled forwards, and the girl put her on her head. Then she stared through the door at the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Mrsha turned her head to the stairs.
Its a world of ice! Fall back! Fall
Jewel came skidding down the stairs. A whumph and half the fighters came crashing down the stairs in another wave of snow. Saliss shouted back down from above.
Cowards! Get back here and fight!
Mrsha patted Apista urgently, seeing if she was okay. The bee fanned her wing reassuringly, and Mrsha trotted into the garden and looked around, Apista on her head. She felt the grass, sniffed the air, then looked up as Apista pointed a feeler at the odd, snowy landscape above. Mrshas eyes narrowed, and she scampered back into the inn.
Miss Mrsha! Come with
Ser Sest found her, bent down to snatch her to safety, and froze when he saw the garden. Mrsha padded over to the two young women and tugged at Erins pants.
Not now, Mrsha. Wewhuh.
Erin glanced over distractedly, and then her mouth fell open. Lyonette turned, and they stared at the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Then they looked upstairs where Yvlon was leading the charge back into the fight. Erins mouth opened wider.
Two [Gardens of Sanctuary]? What?
She looked from Mrsha to the door, and then it hit her. Erin Solstice closed her mouth.
I unlocked the door, so we must be able to use the garden again! Door!
The [Innkeeper] turned, and a door opened in front of Todi, who recoiled with an oath. Erin turned back.
Door! There, the gardens back. Then where the heck did Saliss run into?
What did you do, Erin? Is thatsome kind of other garden?
Erin threw up her hands.
No! I mean, I dont know! Its supposed to be a [Garden of Sanctuary], not a garden of dying in the snow!
Did youdo anything different when you unlocked the door?
Erin shook her head.
Absolutely not! I just said, I wanted to see something impressive. Like
This time, she went deaf. Chaldion had been turning to the garden, having realized what was going on in part.
He was just in time for the bolt of lightning to touch down through the doorway. The thwoom of lightning and the flash of light took out two senses for quite some time. When Erin was done stumbling around, hands clapped to her ears, she saw the door was open.
Only this timeit was rain that came pouring down in that domed room. Rain without end, and lightning bolts hurling around the garden. Erin stared in disbelief at a room filled with a raging thunderstorm.
Exactly the same size as the [Garden of Sanctuary]. She even saw the domed roof stretching around the room, but everything wasdifferent.
It was flatter, with a few cliffs built along the edges of the dome. What had once been plants was now running mud and debris, but there was still something in there.
Pillars of metal? OrErin peered inside, but Lyonette slammed the door.
What is going on here?
And then Erin had it. She spoke slowly and pointed at the wall as everyone turned towards her.
Show me the ice room that Saliss is fighting in.
The door opened, and Erin looked into a winter wonder-world, the snow piled so high it had cascaded into the inn when the door opened. More fell through again, but Erin looked at a Snow Golem a second before Saliss finally removed the icy truesnow in its head. It was hard to make out, but the dome, roof, and everything else was there.
And what looked like a stone keep of some kind. Standing tall, all but buried under the snow that kept falling. Erin Solstice looked around, and a simple conclusion came to her. She whispered as her guests looked at her.
Theyre not my gardens.
The Snow Golems were innocent. They were, admittedly, semi-sentient pieces of nature akin to elementals, dedicated to enforcing the tyranny of ice upon the world. And yes, they happily tried to murder the warm-blooded invaders.
But how would you feel if someone walked into your home, which had lain undisturbed for ages, and suddenly began blasting a flamethrower around then tried to cut off your head?
Two of the giants were down, and the third was throwing chunks of its body at the adventurers. And yesthey were not your first choice for diplomatic ventures either. The Hob was probably a better choice for meeting new species.
Credit to themgiant Snow Golems were a Gold Rank+ threat. These three hadnt been able to grow forever in the limited garden. Big ones erased cities. Even these ones could have eaten countless Silver-rank teams.
To destroy them, you had to find their truesnow centers, and, often, you had to destroy a lot of their body mass. In shortcompacted snow and ice. If you were a melee-team, you would need shovels. Your greatsword? Unless it was enchanted or you could cut boulders in half, it was useless.
Saliss beat the first one. He was packing his jars full of truesnow as the second went down. Not to Tessa. She had been stabbing for twenty minutes when she sneezed, got cold, and decided she needed more coffee.
The second fell to a combination of an annoying [Cryomancer] locking down parts of its body, an [Armsmistress] slicing apart the lesser golems and trying to tear it apart from above, an annoying [Necromancer] and [Skirmisher] slashing and blasting it with flame
But finally, mostly, to a tactical mistake: swallowing a screaming [Swashbuckler]. She went into the grinding maw, and that was a death sentence if the frozen rocks and ice ground her up.
Someone save Jewel!
[Farcast: Stoneskin]!
Bezales scroll flashed as the Minotauress unrolled it. Merrik turned.
[Granites Armor]ah, damn. We overlapped.
Peki launched herself past Merrik in a flying kick that exploded another Snow Golems head into a shower of powder. She flapped around, wiping water out of her face.
Weird. Snow sucks.
She was used to Sand Golems. Wil himself had got a faceful of snowone of the smaller Snow Golems was copying the largest one hurling chunks around. Venaz was dodging them as they tried to take down the second giant.
The problem waseven the smaller Snow Golem loaded up its snowballs with chunks of ice and pebbles. Wil wiped blood off his face and lifted his shortsword. He had a sudden, nostalgic memory of a few older bullies as a boy. He had a sudden desire to stab the Snow Golem dead.
Relc beat Wil to it. The [Spearmaster] extended his spear out, caught the end as the tip shot through the Golems head, and whirled it back, blocking another trio of snowballs.
Yeah, this is what Im talking about! Weird monsters! No Crelers! Erin, this is why you include Relc!
He screamed at the sky. But then a swell of crackling chords drowned out his screaming. It turned into a second melodya kind of glam rock. Relc turned as he saw a Hobgoblin playing, one leg braced on a rock.
Numbtongues eyes were gleaming as the [Bard] began a familiar song hed been working on. Numbtongue needed to record a few vocal lines. But it was silly, energetic, sad, and brave.
[Ballad of the Horns of Hammerad].
A [Necromancer] sliding past him turned his head and blinked. He slammed into Ceria, and the two caught themselves as the [Bard] did the first bard-like thing in combat in an age.
Bard music. [Strategist] Skills, a [Spellscribe] on enchanting, and Gold-rank support. Add in a master [Alchemist]
Merrik abandoned his hammer to jot down a few notes with excitement. Was this his ultimate strike force? Actually, the question was
What did the ballad do? Even Numbtongue didnt know. He was playing frantically, because the ballad wasnt done. But his Skill was humming at him, telling him he had
Four choices? The [Bard] glanced around, and he saw the Horns of Hammerad fighting. Of course! He hesitated, but he still didnt have Ceria or Ksmvr figured out. That left Piscesor?
He pointed at Yvlon as the [Armsmistress] staggered back, eating a punch from a block of ice. Numbtongues playing picked up in speed. He shifted low into bassand the pop song took a turn as the electricity picked up. Accordingly, the genre shifted
Straight into metal. The Hobgoblin had no lyrics pre-written, but as Kevin had assured himyou could make up for that with sheer emotion.
RAAAAAAAAGH-
He howled, as if he were part of a Redfang warband on the attack. Peki turned appreciatively, and Yvlon looked over in horror.
[Ballad of the Horns of Hammerad: Yvlons Fury].
The Skill activated as Erin Solstice peeked into the garden. She saw a furious [Lord] sprint past her and bury his sword in a Snow Golems chest.
Berserk! Berserker charge! Get them!
Relc was already a huge Drake. But his muscles bulged, and he leapt across the ground and brought his spear through a Snow Golems head, haft first. Jewel was thrashing around in the Snow Golems mouth, slashing around with her rapier, and half the people fighting had gone mad with rage.
Anger! I am so angry! Aaaah! I am screaming for psychological effect!
Ksmvr slashed around him as he charged at the Snow Golems. Surprisingly, the song stopped the fighting in several areas. Peki had become a whirling storm of punches and kicks until she suddenly backed up, shaking her head. She put her wings together and exhaled.
No.
She stared ahead, focusing, and Venaz did the same. He caught himself, panting.
Im better than this.
They backed off; Saliss was already hopping out of the first dead Snow Golem. He didnt seem affected by the song.
Erin stared into the winter wonderland turned warzone as the second Snow Golem died. Jewel emerged from its head, cleaving out with her sword.
I am invincible!
She screamed at the sky, blood and icewater running down her face. Erin stared up at her.
So she is a Gold-rank adventurer. Um. Numbtongue. Numbtongue
She poked the furiously screaming Hobgoblin in the side until he reluctantly stopped his Skill. The [Bard] was annoyed as all hellhe was finally doing his thing, and he really liked Yvlons effect. The Redfangs would have torn a path across Izril if theyd had this.
What? Stay back, Erin!
He pointed at the [Garden of Sanctuary], Erins garden, where Mrsha and Lyonette were watching from a double-line of guards. Erin peered past him at the fighting as Keldrass team charged the final Golem.
Um. Numbtongue, you can stop playing. My [Dangersense] isnt going off anymore.
She looked up at the final Snow Golem giant as it groaned. The Hobgoblin stared at her and then at the giant ice-monster which could, honestly, turn Erin into a bit of red paste with one punch. It was definitely attacking the adventurers.
But Erin just stared up at it, then stamped her foot and shouted.
Everyonefreeze.
Her aura doused the last rage-effects from Numbtongues song. Even the Gold-rank adventurers slowed. Keldrass momentum came to a halt, and the Snow Golems backed away. Because they were inside Erins inn. Here, her aura was unmatched.
Erin! That Golems going to
Lyonette shouted as the [Innkeeper] walked forwards. She stared up at the final Golem pressed against the wall of the dome. Snow cascaded around it as two eyes of frozen stone stared down at her. The jagged teeth of ice gleamed as the hulking amalgamation of snow bared its fangs.
Erin held something up. The Key of Reprieve shone in the air. She felt no [Dangersense]she only had when the avalanche had knocked her flying. The Snow Golem stared at the key, and the lesser ones moved slowly. They backed away from Erin. Nojust ignored her.
But the giant golem, which had formed here, against the purpose of the original [Garden of Sanctuary]? It hesitatedthen it turned away from Erin. She smiled sadly.
Oh no. Did I
The Golem punched Keldrass so hard that he hit the far wall of the garden. But for the Heartflame Breastplate, he would definitely have broken all the bones in his body. Erins mouth stayed open as everyone scattered.
Okay. Its just me.
The second garden was a mystery. What was clear was this: the Titan of Baleros was running a rapid-fire analysis that he was not sharing with Chaldion or the others. But they had probably come to the same conclusion.
There are now multiple of these gardens, Foliana. Ive never heard of that. But we do have records of this Skillits appeared for [Gardeners], [Queens], leadersget me a list. Anyone who comes from a snowy landscape.
He watched as the fighters trooped back into the inn for hot coffee. Also, some hot cocoathe inn was serving hot food, and there was nothing like fighting Snow Golems to work up an appetite.
The last Snow Golem giant was dead. Saliss was collecting the truesnow, but the lesser Snow Golems were harrying the last adventurers as they left the dome. Keldrass spat some smoke out as he turned.
We could wipe out the rest, Erin. So long as theres that much snow, more will keep spawning. That much snow and magic
Erin shook her head as a snowball struck the Heartflame Breastplate and melted. She looked back, and the Snow Golems backed away.
No. That big one definitely wanted to kill everyone. But the other ones areless dangerous. And not to me.
She looked sad. Unaccountably sad. Niers glanced up at Erin as he halted his rapid extrapolations. He understooda giant Snow Golem protector was an asset. But frankly speaking, if it endangered Mrsha, it was completely understandable to exterminate it.
He did not consider relocating the Snow Golem giant viable, unless you wanted to dump it in hostile territory. Which would be usefulbut
Lord Astoragon. How long does it take for a Snow Golem to get that big, naturally? Miss Erin, I think were due some explanations, at least.
Merrik trooped over to the fire, his armor frosted with ice. Erin nodded as she glanced at the scrying orb. Niers spoke, and everyone listened in.
Not the right question, Merrik. Good instinctsbut Snow Golems can get that large in one winter. They have one of the fastest accumulation rates.
Ah, well then. Did you say that garden probably belonged to someone in the past, Miss Solstice?
Everyone turned to her as Erin nodded to the Dwarf.
Yeah. That was someones[Garden of Sanctuary]. Its not mine.
And there it was. Mrsha stared round-eyed at the key Erin held. So that was what it meant. The Key of Reprieve was granting Erin authority over
All the [Gardens]? Niers mind was racing with the implications, but he kept his face straight.
Its either Terandrian or Balerosian. It could be Izrilian, but Im thinking Cenidau, one of the permanently frozen norths. No one would call that sanctuary unless they liked the cold.
Did Chandrar ever freeze over when it was green? It could be old beyond belief, sir. I saw something like a keepMiss Solstice, could there be artifacts within?
Merrik wondered aloud.
The [Innkeeper] hugged Mrsha as she accepted a towel from Ishkr. Apista crawled onto her shoulder and waved a feeler at Niers, who nodded back, as Erin replied.
I dont know. I didnt know you could build things inwell, no. That makes sense. Anything the original owner left might be there. Like, if Mrsha left a ball or
If someone left treasure. Every adventurers eyes gleamed at the idea, but Erin just glanced back, troubled, as the door let in freezing air. It closedmuch to the disappointment of the non-fighters who wanted to see.
She didnt think you left treasure in the [Garden of Sanctuary]. But maybe. Niers was pulling up the limited records of people who had the Skill in the past, and Wil spoke up.
Professor, dont bother trying Terandrian nations. Its Izril or Baleros, I think.
What are you basing this on, Wil?
The snow tastes different.
Everyone turned to Wil. The [Lord] shrugged self-consciously, but hed gotten a few good mouthfuls from the snowball attacks.
Sorry, it just does. You know how some people say the soils changed continent to continent? I just felt like it tasted different.
Do youeat snow that much?
Peki wanted to know, but Merrik nodded thoughtfully.
Miss Solstice, can you open the door again?
She did for him, and he took a handful of snow and tasted it.
Huh. Hes right. It does have a different taste to it. But thats not down to climate, Wil. It tastes like soot. Soot and metal and stone. Almost like foundry runoff. Very mild, but it reminds me of Dwarfhome. Or
The Titan of Baleros looked up. His eyes glinted, and he swept all the files aside and spoke one word.
Baleros. The frozen north of the Dullahan lands. Specificallythe great forge-city of the Iron Vanguard. Invictel.
Everyone turned to him. Merrik raised his eyebrows, but waited as Niers held up a single file.
It may not be accurate, but one of the famous skill-holders of a [Garden of Sanctuary] was a [General] of the Iron Vanguard. Dolost the Adamantine. In keeping with their traditions, the Dullahans made their [Generals] adamantium armor whenever it was plentiful.
Everyone turned to Erin, and murmurs turned to stares of greed or shock. Erin? She didnt miss Niers excited gaze, nor the call of adventure or stories of the past. But Niers missed the way her lips moved, her teeth biting one edge quietly before she smiled and spoke.
Foliana saw it. She glanced at Niers and saw, well.
A difference.
The new garden was the subject of endless discussion. In fact, within thirty minutes, Relc and sixty people were in the frozen area, trying to excavate the keep.
It was going to take a while. Erin estimated the entire garden was full up on the falling snow. That wasa lot of snow and if the keep were as large as she thought it actually was
This gardens lower down than mine, guys. So the keeps big. Theyve gotta dig down further than Liscors walls. Good news? Unlimited ice. Bad news? Snow Golems.
Why do they attack people? You cant even fight here, Erin.
The inns family and closest employees were not taking part in the action. All the [Strategists] wereand watching each other to make sure no one accidentally got a look at something fascinating.
In that sense, they were slightly silly. Peki, who did not mix well with cold, was wrapped up in a blanket and watching Erin through the original door to her peaceful garden. Erin could now generate two doors at once. Peki could not enter, but Foliana had told her to watch.
A few other spies were well aware they couldnt follow Erin into the garden, but their employers had directed them to watch Erin. Because
She was winning the game of distraction. Ironically, Chaldion, Altestiel, Niersthey were all focused on the snowy garden. Because what they valued was not what Erin valued. Wall Lord Ilvriss, even Magnolia Reinhart and a few others, understood.
Erin glanced at the other garden. She put her hands in her pockets and turned to Numbtongue, who was sipping from a hot cup of honey and milk with a blanket over his shoulders. He was too damn cold to continue digging in that garden, even with Erins magical warming soup.
I know a few things. I know how deep that keep is buried. I know those golems wont attack me. I knowI think I know why you can fight there. You cant here, still, right?
Let me see.
Ulvama did a run-up and tried to kick Mrsha. Her foot stopped, and the Gnoll tried to punch Ulvamas legboth turned into weak taps. Erin nodded slowly.
Yeah. [Garden of Sanctuary] rules are in effect here. Theyre not there. You could probably die.
Because that Dullahan [General] wanted to train or something?
Liska frowned as Ishkr tried to shush his sister, but Erin shook her head.
Nope. I think, Liska, everyoneits because its no longer a [Garden of Sanctuary]. Or rather, the owner isnt alive. Its only safe as long as the Skill-holder lives.
She looked sad again. Mrsha felt Lyonette squeeze her gently, and the [Princess] spoke the real question. The question the others hadnt cottoned on to yet. Ironically, Octavia Cotton had.
Erin. Um. How many gardens do you think you have access to? Everyone thinks its just this one, but
She had seen the raining garden. Erin slowly looked up, and a shiver ran around the group. Slowly, the [Innkeeper] walked over to the door leading back to her inn.
Hello. Im Peki. Im very responsible and a [Martial Artist] and a [Drop Strike Lieutenant]. You want to be my friend. Can I come into
Erin closed the door. Peki kicked the wall, but she had never gotten good marks on her negotiations classes.
Inside the garden, Erin Solstice turned. Her friends and family looked at her, and she raised a key.
Guys. Do you want to go on a little adventure?
They all stirred, and Erin smiled as she looked around.
Hey. Can we see somewhere nice?
A door opened, across the garden. Mrsha raced for it, and Lyonette scooped her up.
Oh no, missy! Numbtongue, Ulvama, Bird, Normen, and Alcaz in front! Erin, your [Dangersense]
Nothing, Lyonette. Its wide open. In fact
Erin knew what was beyond the next door before it opened. She had a sense of the room, what it contained, but even so
Tears sprang to Erins eyes. She was staring at a vision of home that the Gnolls of the Meeting of Tribes might have recognized. A few of them, who had access to [The World of You and Me].
Erin herself recognized this scene. She had never been anywhere like this, physically, but it was familiar.
So familiar that Kevin rubbed at his eyes as he walked through a door meant for him and Joseph. The young men from America and Spain joined Erin.
Did one of us make?
No. Lyonette says it looksDrathian.
A breeze blew across Erins face, a warm spring breeze unlike the biting cold of before. The [Garden of Sanctuary] only had a single opening in the roof, but Erin realized that she could do far more to it than she had dreamed.
The other owners had understood you could change it, from the weather to the garden itself. Now she understoodthey had all had the same garden to start with.
She saw the influences in this one. One cornerthe rocky ground filled with pebbleswas almost identical. Yet the owner of this place had taken as much effort as the Dullahan. To move that pond, to add more water around the edges of the garden
To remove the hill and create, in its placea picturesque scene. That was itthe breeze blew the fragrance of flowers into the air. A spring daywhere pink flower petals fell from the trees across the red-lacquered wood of the bridge.
Erin knew those trees. They were from Earth, the horticulturalists dream because of how striking they were. She thought they were sakura trees, some variant if not the exact ones.
A bridge over water, leading to a grove of the cherry trees that produced a gentle rain of pink and white, like a lovelier snow. Erin could just imagine spreading a picnic blanket and sitting under the trees.
Mrsha was doing just that with Lyonette, then getting up and running around as Octavia excitedly told Numbtongue about different alchemical uses for the petals. He just looked up, catching a flower petal in his clawed hand.
Numbtongue turned back to Erin as Kevin put his hands in his pockets. Joseph walked forwards, staring down at the water running around the entire garden in a slow pattern.
Therere fish in here. Oh, wow. There are hundreds.
Colorful fish infested this garden. Erin hadnt realized it, but living species like the Fortress Beavers had remained. As with Snow Golemsthe fish, koi breeds, had filled this pond to capacity. It seemed like their population had stabilized just enough to survive in this self-contained environment.
Erin had wondered what they ateuntil she saw hyacinths, lilies, and other plants blooming underwater. This place was a vision to the eyes.
A terribly sad one, if you thought of who had been here. Numbtongue turned to Erin as Octavia sidled over to the water. She reached down, picked up a koi fish, and nearly dropped it; the fish didnt even try to get away.
Erin. Come explore.
There was more to this garden as well. If not any structure aside from the simple features like the bridge, wooden gates, and so onErin looked at the Hobgoblins open hand.
Okay. But Im getting tired, so you have to help me walk.
They walked across the bridge as Mrsha stared into the water and licked her lips, then begged Lyonette for lunch now. Erin Solstice wondered how long each garden had laid undisturbed as Numbtongue walked with her under the trees.
I feel sort of bad for the fish, Erin. Are we going to eat them and harvest the Snow Golems?
Octavia caught up on Erins other side and held the [Innkeeper]s arm. Erin looked at Octavia and saw she wasnt just thinking of selling all the fish and strip-mining the garden. The [Innkeeper] smiled at that.
I think the fisheswe may eat some, but well leave what we can. Sometimes the garden might have something dangerous. We dont have to go in. At leastI think Im safe. But we might eat some fish.
Numbtongue grunted. The [Bard] stopped to admire a sculpture among many planted along the neat pathways. Somehow, the plants hadnt overgrown themit was as if the garden stayed as the owner had wished. He bent down and admired a little stone fox, carved so beautifully Erins heart hurt. It was curled up, resting by a cluster of four-leaved clovers.
Good. I like fish. This isnt like silly rats again, is it?
He glanced up and gave Erin a challenging look. She put one hand on her hip as she gave him a mock-glare.
No, but were not gonna wipe em out, Numbtongue. I think the fish do die of old age, and some might eat each other. I dunno. But well be respectful. Okay?
He thought about that, then smiled.
Sounds good.
Numbtongue. Numbtongue, theres an archery range over there. Targets and stuff! Theres even a bowwell, I think it was a bow. Its so old, Joseph broke it when he touched it. Sorry, Erin!
The Goblin brightened up as Kevin ran around the trail.
Lets see. I have crossbows everywhere. How many targets? Octavia, come, come.
He pulled at the [Alchemist]s hand and gestured at Erin, but she had spotted a bench.
Give me one sec, Numbtongue.
You want me to
He stopped, and Octavia turned to help Erin, but she just motioned them on.
Im tired. I want to sit. Go check it out. But Id better not catch you and Wailant and Viceria here in the middle of the night, naked!
She had a sudden suspicion about why the Hobgoblin was so interested. Numbtongue bared his fangs.
Okay, not at night. Got it.
They ran off, and Erin watched them disappear and then exclaim. Mrsha went rolling down the slight incline as Lyonette chased after her.
Come here, you silly girl! Oh, Erin, this place is elegant. We have to have a picnic here. But pleaselets not show the other guests? Not right now. I love Relc, but you know hell cause a mess. And Ceria? Shell probably start eating the fish raw.
Not yet, Lyonette.
The [Princess] smiled, and she lookedpeaceful. Filled with wonder. Erin watched her run after Mrsha as Bird sat by the water.
Bird? Are you having fun?
The Antinium guiltily started. He hid something behind his back.
I am doing nothing, Erin. And not having fun. At all.
Erin stared at a familiar sight: a bunch of gaping koi mouths. And then she saw Bird tossing bread crumbs into the water.
Youre feeding the fish?
No. And it is not very funny, and I do not enjoy it. I am loyal to birds. Fishes are stupid.
Bird lied. His mandibles were open and raised, and Erin laughed. Bird went back to tossing crumbs into the water and giggling at the fishes eating. Erin looked around and saw Normen and Alcaz watching her.
The two Brothers were, like Ishkr and Liska, employees. However, even the Gnolls had stopped work for a moment to tour the garden, eyes wide with wonder.
Normen and Alcaz were sneaky fellows, though. They tipped their hats.
Do you want an arm to lean on, Miss Solstice?
She smiled at them.
Can I go for a little walk, guys? Ill be safe.
Both hesitatedbut then Normen gave her a bow. And that was why she liked them. They knew, unlike Lyonettes Thronebearers
Sometimes a fellow or a lady had to be alone. So Erin walked out of this garden, leaving the door open to the first one.
She was alone, for a moment, and felt the strength magic leaving her. But she had twenty minutes before it fully wore off, so tiredly, she hobbled up the hill. Then she realized she had one last person with her.
Apista! Sorry, I forgot you cant fly. Do you want me to bring you back to Lyonette?
The bee was perched on her shoulder. Apista fanned her wing vehemently. Take me away from those evil fish!
Erin got the message. The [Innkeeper] laughed, and she and the bee climbed the hill. Then, Erin was almost fully alone. But Apista was good company, and so Erin looked around.
Two gardens and more. Her guests were in one, her family, another. She didnt mind that, really. But Erin Solstice played a game against everyone, whether they knew it or not.
She held the Key of Reprieve up and stared at it.
Just a tiny bit of its true color, poking through all that rust. So old that magic had rusted? A key with a Harpys feather.
Empress Sheta, a Harpy, had been the first owner of this Skill, so Eldavin had told her. She had owned this key.
Had the other owners of the gardens? Or had they received a copy of the first garden and never realized the truth? Why had Erin?
Maybe its the statues. Maybe its because I was dead. Maybe its more. Apistacan you keep a secret? Even from Lyonette and Mrsha?
Apista fanned her wing and used one of her remaining legs to pat Erin on the shoulder. She could keep great secrets! Like Belavierrs eye or her honey. Not even the Titan would know.
Erin smiled and patted her gently on her head. Then she looked around and raised the key.
There are a lot of doors around here. But theres only one true one, isnt there? Garden? Id like to open it now.
Erin waited. From the top of the hill in the middle of the [Garden of Sanctuary], Erin could see the dome covered with old vines, circling this peaceful place. And now, instead of a single doorshe saw many.
Erin stood on the hill, amidst yellow Faerie Flowers growing taller, awakening next to the glowing Sages Grass. The door to the sakura garden lay to her left. Erin could feel her family within, wandering itand she could hear Birds laughter and Mrsha splashing around in the koi-infested waters from where she stood, a glimpse of two men standing on the bridge.
The [Innkeeper] looked around, and for a second, another door opened across the dome, showing a bunch of people throwing snowballs at the Snow Golems, digging energetically. Two doors at onceas if this garden was now a crossroads of the inn. Relc lifted a snowball and, without mercy, hit Wil in the back from six feet away. Erin laughed as the [Lord] went sprawling, but with sympathy too.
She continued turning, and the door to the inn was there, laughter and arguments pouring forth. Peki did a running leap, slammed into the invisible barrier, and Erin waved apologetically. A scrying orb on the floor reflected a single Squirrel-woman, peering at her, and Erin winked at Foliana. Even from so far awayshe was sure Three-Color Stalker winked back. Then the [Innkeeper] turned all the way around.
And there it was. She recoiled as a door appeared in the hill in the center. As if it had been there all along.
Apista fanned her wing excitedly as Erin backed away and looked up.
This was no wooden door, aged wood secured with plain iron and a brass handle. That door sort of fit Erins inn, but Erin realizedit was the door she wanted to see. A door for her. The others had owned doors that made sense for them.
Thisthis was the original door. Erin looked up and up and saw it was ten feet tall and twice as wide as a regular door. A frame of grey stone surrounded a door made of ancient marble, something worn with time.
But unlike everything else, Erin saw enough to see the wings carved across the marble. And indeed, the door was engraved with the image of the very garden she stood in.
A hill surrounded by lands, each different. A vision of a meeting of places. Cold winter, jungles humidity, the arid grasslandsIzrils plains.
Now, Erin understood why it had looked like this. Each owner had made their garden how they wanted it. The first ownershe wanted no cramped spaces. Just something to remind her of all the places she had been.
And she had been to every place you could fly. Her empire had reflected that. Erin reached out and slowly touched the doors engravings.
For in the middle of that picture of the garden was the one thing absent from Erins copya single Harpy, wings folded, resting as she lay on the hilltop.
Oh. Its you.
The Harpy lay there, looking relaxed, though Erin could not see her face, just the folded wings and the peaceful way she rested. Away from the world.
Then, Erin looked at the door. The sigils of an ancient empire ran above it, and words she didnt understand.
The language of a species no longer present on Izril. She traced the door with her eyes as Apista saluted the last true Empress of Harpies.
Then Erin saw the keyhole waiting for her with a handle, not a doorknob, of faded metal. Scratched slightlyby a Harpys talons. Of course. Harpies would hate doorknobs.
Erin slowly inserted the Key of Reprieve into the lock and turned it. The door made no sound at all, but when she slowly put her hand on the handle, it swung open with a sound like dust ten thousand years old moving.
Like a sigh that ran through the inn. A whisper like reliefthen Erin did see what even the Witch of Webs had wanted to glimpse.
And it came full circle. Though Erin could not have known thatbut what she beheld beyond that door in the center of her garden was a hallway.
No nightmare hallway. No wooden walls. RatherErin Solstice slowly walked out onto cold marble. She turned her head left and right and saw there were no walls. Nothing but a long stretch of space in the void.
And doors. Ohthe doors.
Each one was different. Each onefamiliar and not. Erin passed by the first, and it was her door. A humble inns door. She hesitated, and it swung open and showed her the garden once more. Her garden. She turned to her right, and another door was made of the same lacquered red wood, written with words she didnt know in a beautiful script. Characters, not words. A single rose stood out on the woodwork, stylized and faded pink.
Each door was different. Erin passed by another and noticed the austere pattern, the metal, and the frost which clung to it.
A door you slipped into on the outside of a building, perhaps? A hideaway to lose your followers and soldiers?
Some doors were like that. Humble, disguised. One was actually made of sandstone and looked like you were meant to walk over to a dune and just open it there, concealed by the ever-changing desert.
However, other doors showed exactly what they contained. Erin shuddered as she passed by a door with padding and gilt.
Wow, some people have no taste. And thats me saying it. Look at this, Apista.
Open it, open it!
The bee urged her, and Erin took the handle shaped like a Griffins claw and turned the door. She and Apista peeked into
Well, it wasnt a garden so much as it was a landscape of upholstery. The worlds most fabulous boudoirand no other word would surely do; parlor was simply insufficientstared back at her. Erin stared at a couch and had the urge to do a dive-bomb onto the pillows.
Lavender. Mrsha should definitely see this. We could have the pillow fight of ages. Lyonettemaybe its good she never sees this, Apista. Or shell use this for furnishings.
The bee nodded sagely. Erin was tempted to make another mocking comment. Then her eyes fell on something, and her teasing tone faded.
Oh no.
She closed the door quicklybut not before the little stuffed animal, a cute Griffin sewn by an expert, lovingly placed on a table with a tea cup in front of it, burned itself into her eyes.
Then it hit her again. Each and every owner was
Erin walked on. No, she didnt think many people had owned the Key of Reprieve. The doors stretched on, and Erin felt like there were not truly hundreds. She didnt count, but she thought there might be less than
Forty? It was a surprisingly low number. Erin wondered how many people had ever earned the right to this place. The requirementsshe thought it was more than being important, especially since she wouldnt have gotten the garden if that were the case. It wasnt levels. It was something you wanted. Something you needed.
And it was not perfect. Erin stopped only one last time on her slow walk down the hallway.
One door was already open. She and Apista turned and flinched from what Erin saw inside. This garden hadoncebeen a true sanctuary. Erin thought she saw the remnants of some great throne-like chamber. A regal place, perhaps, for someone to sit in their own ego.
The door was gone. And the burnt remnants of whatever had shattered it still lay within, along with naught but destruction.
Someone had broken this garden. Erin shivered and knew, then, that the door was not impervious to harm. She patted Apista. The bee was nervously hugging Erins shoulder.
One last stop. Then well go back. See?
It was waiting for her at the end. Past all the other doors, which led to memoryErin came to a stop at the end of the hallway.
There were no walls. There was nostructure to this place. But there were doors and rules. That was clear. Cleverer people had come here, to this place built of Skills or desire or something else, and found there were things you could do.
Like write upon the air itself. Erin halted in front of the door paler than chalk, and thought the surface, the substance of what it was made of, was smoother than glass. Yet even so, she felt like there were things she couldnt see.
It unsettled her, and the hair on the back of her neck rose as she stared at the lock in the center. Not to the sideand there was no doorknob on this one.
She tried the Key of Reprieve in the lock, and it would not fit. Erin tucked the key away and then read what someone had written to the side of the door. Her lips moved, and Apista wished she could read. So Erin read it out to the bee, in a voice that shook slightly.
To those that follow after me, I was the last Empress of Harpies. My name was Sheta. This [Garden of Sanctuary] is the last thing I will ever leave. Only the immortal will remember my name, I hope, across these endless ages.
The gardens welcome you, wherever and whenever they are needed. But they are not the only remnants of my legacy. I built them upon the rest. So, if you are worthy, find what came before me.
This door leads to the [Pavilion of Secrets]. If you continue, if you choose to explore onwards, understand this. It is not necessarily a gift, these Skills.
Sanctuary provides. Secrets empower. Fate illuminates.
But remember:
Sanctuary can never shelter enough. Secrets grow vast unspoken. And Fate mocks us all. But I was glad of it. May my key help you protect what matters.
That was all she wrote. Erin rubbed at her eyes. The last words from a long-dead woman, the first of them all, hung in the air next to the door. Apista hugged Erins neck.
Thanks, Apista. But waittheres more.
There was? Apista wasnt sure she could handle more, but Erin pointed down to two more scratchings, less precise, below the first. And she realized this:
Two other people, at least, had held the Key of Reprieve. They had added to the messages so simply. Erin read, her voice a low murmur.
I was worthy of Secrets. But what lay beyond I never achieved. I was truly honored; upon Secrets and Sanctuary, we built a House. May it endure proudly forever. Aleieta Reinhart.
Her fingers trembled as they traced the last line. Erin pointed out the shortest message yet, written in red like blood. Like bitter tears, almost furiously dashed there.
Secrets broke me. I gained this, as none of my kind ever have. It was no kindness. Cormelex, the Infernal Court.
Erin looked at the words, the warnings, and then held up the key. She gazed at the mystery behind the door and wondered if it would come to her soon. Or if ever. Slowly, the [Innkeeper] exhaled.
Before she returned to the others and let them show her all the things they foundbefore she went into the inn, and later returned to see the tragic and beautiful things in each garden
Yes, before that. Erin Solstice went into her garden and bent low upon the hill. She walked down that long hallway one last time, before her legs lost their strength. The bee watched as Erin bent down. She laid a single flower beneath the writing. Then she turned away.
When she was ready, if she was ever ready, she would be back. The key gleamed in Erins hand as she went to explore the gardens. When Erin stood in her garden, she looked up.
It could be anything she wanted. The [Innkeeper] spread her hands wide.
Darkness.
The light faded from her garden. It turned pitch black, and the bee looked up in alarm at the only light: that of the fading evening sky, a spotlight shining down on Erin in a world of darkness.
But not as fearful as Belavierrs magic. The key gleamed with Erins authority. The [Innkeeper] raised her hand higher as she sat, too tired to move. She spoke.
Falling lights. Like rain.
Thencame drifting colors. It looked like glowing motes of color, each as vivid as only Erin understood them. Honor rained down like the green of a Goblins smile. Pink fire, flashing across mundane reds and oranges.
Light, like rain. Fire, like memory. Erin Solstice sat there a second. But it was too beautiful not to share. In a moment, shed go get the others. To sit that night and watch. For now, she smiled.
Now that is beautiful.
Authors Note: And there it is done. I ran out of energy a chapter ago. Parts of this chapter may be confusingparts may be good because I didnt feel the need to do a hugely complex narrative and plan it all out.
Sometimes thats what you want. Part of the joy of writing is discovery. The issue is that as a story gets more complex, the stakes get higher.
However, I did enjoy this, and I am now on break for a while. As I said, Im taking an early August break to go on a vacation in the wilds ofCanada.
But thats all Ill say for now, and Ill let you know what happens. Thanks for reading. Ohand if youre on Patreon, check out that store. See you later. Go watch some cool things in a garden if you have one.
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