Book 9: Chapter 13

Book 9: Chapter 13

The Antinium really knew how to ruin someones day. And by someone, that was everyone. There was something sobering, in a truly unpleasant way, in seeing the distant Antinium threat on the wrong side of the High Passes.

It told men like Calidus Reinhart that the Antinium had a route to the north. Not just that; theyd probably had one for a while. And that now, something, some confluence of factors, had made them bold enough to ignore any reactions of the north. He sat, wine spilling onto some briefs, as an [Assassin] gave him a side-eye at breakfast.

Even for the famous Assassins Guild, there was something odd about a [Lord] who invited a trained killer to breakfast and showed up without any clothing, chugging wine out of a bottle.

If Calidus reluctantly-trained mind was going a mile a minute, well, his wasnt the only one. The problem wasfor the logical, the purely empirical observers with no grounding in Antinium culture, the actions of the Antinium were hard to predict.

They had always been a foreign species, but why assist the north by saving a city? To level up their army? However, they had made what seemed to be numerous strategic errors. Unless

Theyre onto us. This is a clear provocation, but I suggest the Walled Cities do not react instantaneously to the Antinium presence, Dragonspeaker, Security Council. May I present my theory in full?

A [Strategist] was giving a hurried report as Spearmaster Lulv, Wall Lady Rafaema, and the rest of Manus High Command listened. Rafaema was watching the Antinium in the scrying orb and listening with half her attention.

Proceed, Strategist Rollend.

The Drake nodded and began to point out a very specific map that had recently been added to with Magnolia Reinharts unprecedented intelligence boon.

We have always known the Antinium likely had passages to the north. In fact, we placed one of their exits in roughly the area they emerged from. Its clear now that the Antinium were aware of our surveillance. They revealed the exits as part of a complex mind-game. The Queens have been notably cunning in this respect. As for the army, this crusade of the Free Antinium, I believe it to be bait.

For the North or for us?

A growling voice from the side. The [Strategist] adjusted his pointing stick as he gazed around solemnly.

Likely both, Spearmaster Lulv. As you yourself observed, the other Hives were waiting for your entry into the Hectval war. I propose that they are hoping for a series of protracted conflicts to level up their soldiers, despite heavy losses.

Counter-levelling one for a thousand. Antinium strategy at its finest. They can attack monsters, and if theyre attackedthey still win even if they pull a hundred troops out at Level 20. But what about that Antinium whos stolen General Sserys Skill? [Company, On Me]?

Another mind-game, [General]. And a clear warning; these are not low-level Antinium anymore.

Solemn nods around the table. Rafaema rubbed at her forehead. It could well be that the Antinium were playing a game on par with the greatest strategists of the south. Unfortunately, the [Strategist] had missed something when Lulv asked who the Antinium were baiting.

The Gnoll had been speaking ironically. Right now, he was giving Rafaema a side-eye, and Luciva had noticed. She was thus politely listening to one of their [Strategists], and Lulv would have his moment after the Drake had his say.

The thing was, the logical inferences about Antinium actions were sometimes wrong. It was like looking at a Lizardfolk army that disbanded on Pallass borders during the Naga incursions.

Not to be too antiquated, but I was young enough to remember those conflicts. Not the battles themselves, mind you, but they were still being taught when I was in Manus academies.

Archmage Zelkyr had been alive back then. That reminded Chaldions audience exactly how old the Drake was. He waited for a few chuckles as he went over the latest incident to give him a churning pool of acid in his stomach.

The [Grand Strategist] had his own council, but hed actually pulled in junior [Tacticians] of Pallass as well as General Shirka and the other top brass. General Edellein was clearly annoyed by the lesser officers being present, but how else were they supposed to learn? Chaldion was pointing out the same message hed sent to Manus High Command, and it was this:

In the Naga Incursions, a lot of [Strategists] assumed that the Lizardfolk knew something we didnt. Pallass was vulnerable to having some of its cities lost or suffering a direct siege, which would have taken us out of the war until it could be broken. Yet the Lizardfolk forces disbanded within a week of marching into our territories. Why? [Strategists] assumed they had foreseen some kind of counter or danger; Ancestors, we were even scouting for Adult Crelers. Perhaps a Drake city had come to the defense? The truth was far simpler.

Chaldions eyepatch was in place, and he paused, his grey scales flexing as one hand lifted the stomach medication that Saliss had brewed up. He took a long draft, and then one of the new coffee stuff. It had been a long night. An early dawns light shone through a window, and it seemed like blood. He could almost smell it.

Damn Antinium. Yet he went on, because this lesson had to be learned.

It turned out none of that was the case. The Lizardfolk army that disbanded? It had nothing to do with their strategy or a threat or anything else. It turned out theyd run out of food because someone had miscounted how much supplies theyd had left, and the Lizardfolk had been forced to retreat.

Chuckles among the audience. Chaldion looked around sardonically and then nodded to something he had commissioned that Manus lacked. An important element of their strategic understanding of the Antinium could not be logical because a logical enemy never did anything surprising. People were harder to predict, and damn that Human, because shed created uncertainty in what Chaldion had thought hed already analyzed as a threat.

Every eye swung, some affronted, others amused, to a huge illustration of an Antinium. It was, in fact, Bird the Hunter. The famous Prognugator, the Antinium to stand on Pallass walls, a dangerous threat to Drakes and a formidable foe with his unprecedented archery abilities.

The illustration was not of him standing upon the corpse of a Wyvern, offering war. It was, actually, a picture of Bird trying to fly off the roof of the inn with two wings made of feathers. He was mid-leap as an [Innkeeper] waved her arms, trying to get him to stop.

The Wandering Inn. Have a drink there. In fact, I encourage every officer to go there and witness the Free Antinium in a natural element at least once. I am minded to believe that this event, if not directly the fault of Erin Solstice herself, is in line with the changes in the Free Hive I have personally witnessed.

Meaning, Strategist Chaldion?

The old Drake sighed. Edellein really was as stupid as half a brick coated in butter. Why half a brick and the butter? He couldnt even get to full-brick. Thrissiam had been sharp.

Meaning, General Edellein, this might not have been an action condoned by the Free Queen. In other wordsthe Antinium are beginning to take independent action. They are levelling. But this might well have been

Chaldions lips twisted, but he said it anyways.

A simple mission of mercy.

His audience gave him the blankest looks in the world, and the Grand Strategist had another sip of the bitter coffee. It needed sugar, he decided. Or something else? What did that note say? Milk?

There was a reason why Chaldion was considered the Grand Strategist of the Drakes. His insight was unique among a lot of strategic meetings taking place. However, it was not impossible for other people to reach this conclusion, even if they were not visitors of Liscor.

Niers, for instance, had already factored in a Bird-like element into these moves. Calidus Reinhart might worry, and so might Regis Reinhart and any number of other nobles, but at least one prominent member of the Five Families had insights about the Antinium beyond the war machine.

Well, Ryoka thought Magnolia Reinhart did. She, herself, was currently trying to impart some understanding to no less than Tyrion Veltras.

Tyrion Veltras andRyoka felt like peeing a bit and had gone to the restroom twiceUlva Terland. Ulva Terland and Captain Etril Wellfar and, Ryoka suspected, the [Lady] of House El might be reporting back to Lord Deilan El himself.

Which meant that she was sitting and speaking by proxy to three leaders of the Five Families. Not bad for a brunch, eh? Ryoka would have preferred to be anywhere else.

Unfortunately, shed done this to herself. Lord Tyrion had been getting into his saddle to begin racing south and muster an even larger army than the one going to fight the monsters to repel the Antinium. Then, Ryoka had told him there were facts not in his possession, and the idiot had listened.

Quite how she had ended up with Ulva Terland at brunch was probably due to all of First Landing having long ears. The invitation, strongly-worded, had come within ten minutes, and Tyrion had dragged her here.

Now, Ryoka was looking around and sweating as she kicked her bare feet against one of the mansions belonging to House Terland in First Landing. A [Servant] stared at the barefoot Courier with a vague horrorand at Sammial Veltras, who was currently harassing the help.

Not the mundane help. Rather, two permanently-smiling Golems were following him around as he wandered Terlands halls, staring at serving and security Golems. Sammial reached out to poke a statue-knight Golem with an incredibly sharp sword that Ryoka suspected wasnt ornamental. Jericha caught his hand.

Why dont we proceed somewhere else, Lord Sammial? There are Golems for the entertainment of Terlands folk.

Indeed, Lord Sammial. Would you like to have a bout with a Fencing Golem?

Would I?

Sammial instantly brightened up, and Jericha closed her eyes, because that meant hed be holding a sword. Ulva Terlands lips twitched.

As before, she was ensconced in magical protective spells, and she sat at the intimate table for brunch with a selection of rich foods no one had really touched. Ryoka saw Etril inspecting some huge shrimps filled with a pilaf or whatever, but what she noticed about Ulva were, uh, her bodyguards.

Two Golems, one with an enchanted sword and shield, another with a staff, both porcelain, both standing right behind Ulva.

Paranoid was about the right word when it came to her. It was more amazing that the other nobles barely reacted. Tyrion himself sat like a piece of woodno, wait, the empty chair across from him had a bit more personality, since it was a half-Elven heirloom from Terandria. As far as Ryoka could tell, everything was an heirloom, including the table itself; it was one piece, long enough to seat fifty people, and cut from some gigantic tree she was sure would have upset any [Druid] to gaze upon.

Never let it be said that the Five Families lacked for personality, though. As Ulva watched Sammial go, she leaned over and murmured out of the corner of her mouth.

That son of yours may well enjoy the Fencing Golems, Tyrion. He had better not break any like you did when you were a boy.

Tyrion twitched slightly.

Sammial has not been trained in swordsmanship, Lady Ulva.

No indeed? I am sure he will find a way. Not for fondness or politics did I suffer your presence and lift the ban on you, Tyrion. Your other boy, Hethon, would have been a better guest. Far more polite.

Tyrion hesitated, and the [Lady] of El moved a fan over what Ryoka was sure was a smiling mouth. Etril didnt even try to hide a grin as Tyrion replied.

I was not aware I was banned, Lady Ulva.

The other [Lady] gave him a long look.

We have not invited you to the Terland estates in eleven years, Tyrion.

I do not make a habit of social events.

Quite apparently.

Ulva rolled her eyes, and Ryoka couldnt help but hide a smile. Ulva noticed, and she lifted one hand. Instantly, a serving Golem moved.

The rolled hibiscus.

A beautiful red roll of what Ryoka had almost thought was ornamentation rather than food appeared on a plate in front of Ulva. She produced a fork and knife and cut away a cross-section to reveal a neatly-packed roll of very floral, bright ingredients. She nodded to it as she lifted it to her mouth.

It may not suit your tastes, Courier Griffin. Some of these dishes are made for my enduring health. Perhaps you might enjoy it? These spring rolls come from Drath, as I understand it.

Ryoka blinked at the now-familiar dish, albeit instead of an outer shell of dough, it wasthe hibiscus flower? Some kind of ultimate health dish, possibly even vegan if it was really made from plants.

Then she glanced at Ulva, because while there was no formal head of House Wellfar, the sailors and seafolk, Ryoka had met Tyrion, Magnolia, and Deilan. Ulva was the most mysterious, for all she had been at the Summer Solstice party.

History had her as the only living member of the Five Families who had been entrenched in power during the First and Second Antinium Wars. Unlike Tyrion and Magnolias rise to fame and Maviolas passing this year, Ulva was a relic from that time.

And yetshe was not old. Oh, she had an age to her. To Ryokas amazement, the [Lady] had faintly green hair, sparkling brown eyes dotted with bright motes of yellow, and she could walk swiftly or ride without need of an enchanted chair.

Yet the lines on her face gave her an age far beyond what Ryoka realized was barely sixty yearsand that was filled with so many alchemical ingredients for health and wellbeing that she seemed in very good shape.

Lines, wrinkles from fear, a paranoia that kept her ensconced in bodyguards. She had once had a twin sister, Petria Terland, and they had been two powerful leaders of House Terland.

No longer. Still, Ulva was the leader of her house without question and sharp enough to call on Ryoka and Tyrion. Ryoka delicately inspected a bit of flank steak and took a nibble.

Lemony. No wonder Lady Buscrei had put some on her plate then pushed the plate away. Although some of the other Terlands were clearly savoring it. No accounting for taste.

Ulva noticed the reactions from Swey and some of House Veltras. She crooked a finger, and Ryoka was amazed by the responsiveness of the serving Golems. One leaned over, and she spoke quietly.

Order the chef to amend his menu. Find a fresh piece of meat and serve it barely cooked past bloody. Medium rare or rare. No garnishings; provide them on the side. That should satisfy Veltras appetites.

She glanced up at Ryoka and spoke conversationally.

The cooking Golem is quite adept, but it must learn each recipe and be tailored to its guests.

You have a cooking Golem? Um, Lady Ulva?

Ryoka saw Tyrion shift slightly. He replied for Ulva.

A terrifying sight. It has eight arms and can mince foes in every direction at once. It propels itself on a crab-like construction and has no less than five orifices which it can use to rip and tear its opponents apart

For processing food. Mincing garlic. Yes, Cook Garneisthat is his nicknamecan be a fearsome sight, but he is well-programmed such that even a little boy who wandered into the kitchen for a midnight snack might only be traumatized as Garneis works around him. So petrified, in fact, that he was only found two hours later in the morning after Garneis prepared an entire feast. Hiding in a cupboard.

If it was possible, Tyrion turned into even more stone, but a kind of red sandstone. Buscrei chuckled, but Swey just shuddered as if he too had had an experience like that.

Ryoka listened to all this with an increasing sense offamiliarity. And a desire to do something impolite because she knew this. Her familywell, they werent a quarter as noble as this gathering, but this was literal landed nobility.

Some old version of her swelled up, about to point out the irresponsibility of owning Golems, comparing it to slavery, or just making a statement about excess. Ryoka kicked it in the head and went the other way.

With all these Golems, are there many activities for House Terlands children, Lady Ulva? I have seen Lady Buscreis family hunting as a major pastime. What about Terland?

Ulva leaned on one hand, eyes fixed on Ryoka.

We are hardly as athletic as House Veltras, if that is what you are asking. Few of the Five Families are. Terland does indeed enjoy tireless, ageless servants. Unlike El, which I understand encourages apprenticeships much like the ships that Wellfar crews, we do tend to certain hobbies. Chess, for instance, was a major pastime when it was first introduced. However, most Terlands can play Krakens Poker, Gnollstones, and other such games.

Ryoka could just imagine someone playing with life-sized chess pieces. Krakens Poker was something she knew, but Gnollstones? Ulva went on, nodding to one hallway Sammial had gone down.

We have an extensive library if you would choose to visit it later, but I find most books our children and folk read have to do with Golems. The building, the shapingwe do not have Illiveres fine traditions of creation, but it is an obsession. Often with less fruitful results. I have limited the budgets for those wishing to try to those who can successfully create even basic Golems. I wonder, have you similar interests now or as a child? In your home nation?

Oh, Golem-lovers. It checked out. Ryoka searched for something to say, and it seemed hard at first blush.

Golems? I too have owned pets. OrGolems? Yes, I afforded them with the thousands of gold pieces my family has. Golems? You mean, [Slaves]?

No, bad Ryoka. Then the Wind Runner had an interesting thought and actually smiled in reply to Ulvas question.

No Golems where I grew up, Lady Ulva. However, I did quite enjoy building and constructing littlesettlements. Toys of my own. I had these tiny interconnected puzzle-pieces which you could configure into anything you wanted. You could build a person, a tree, even a model of a city with them. They were called, oh, Legos. Have you heard of them?

Ulvas brows shot upwards, and Ryoka heard, in the back of her mind, an unseen version of Cara OSullivan slapping her forehead. But she deployed this idea into Terlands household like an [Archmage] throwing a Tier 8 spell.

Legos? What is this?

Ryoka described the building blocks of a thousand glorious creations and the agony of anyone who stepped on one in the middle of the night. Ulva tapped her finger on the table in urbane amusement.

What a funny concept. Puzzle pieces with no set puzzle?

There are many things you can make, Lady Ulva. I used to have a house oror castle Id build because all the pieces were there, but if you had the imagination, you could build anything. Why, people have built actual houses you could walk through. Gently.

Fascinating.

The [Lady] from the House of El murmured, and Ryoka felt a prickle as one of the Terlands whispered with clear interest. Did she have some guilt? Oh yes. Here went another secret of Earth, out Ryokas mouth as if she were dispensing them like candy.

But it worked. Ulva actually asked Ryoka to sketch a model brick so she could see what Ryoka meant by interconnecting. The instant she saw how the socketed molds would click into place, she sighed.

Ah, like Golem arms into a socket. What a clever idea. And they play with that in Drath?

I wouldnt know about all the islands, Lady Terland. Drath is quite large, even for an archipelago.

Ryoka replied blandly. Ulva Terland gave Ryoka a brief smile and then nodded. The design was swept away, and she sat back. Ryoka had won some kind of implicit approval; the bodyguard golems took two steps back and stopped holding onto their blades quite as tightly.

The Antinium. You claim they are not the pervasive threat that should warrant our armies pivoting on them? It is apparent they have developed more types of Antinium of late. Those abilitiesstrange classes.

Ryoka smiled, but it was a bit waxy as Tyrion, Etril, and the other nobility looked at her. She hadnt exactly been happy to see that either. Because unless she missed her guess, that wasnt just a crusade like [Knights] meant it.

It was an actual damn religious crusade. And they were using abilities of faith. Literal swords popping out of the sky! Healing each other!

Ryoka didnt have to be a gamer to recognize the archetype of a paladin or other holy warrior. Yet she was compelled to speak in the Antiniums defense.

Im aware of their impact on Izril, Lady Ulva, Tyrion. Ive met them myself. Theyre certainly dangerous, and I know my history. However, not every Hive is the same.

I had heard the Free Antinium were somewhat different after infesting Liscor. Yet not markedly. Magnolia Reinhart keeps track of them, and she has told me they diverge little from the mold.

When did she say that, Lady Ulva? Because their changes have been veryvery recent. The Free Hive has split from the other Hives, and theyre more, oh, personable?

Personable. No Antinium I have met has ever so much as spoken.

Tyrion spoke flatly, his tone of pure disbelief. Ryoka shrugged and tried not to sound annoyed.

But you didnt fight them during the First Antinium War, much, did you, Lord Tyrion?

He shifted in his seat.

No. House Veltras marched with Magnolia Reinhart, but I did not attend, as we viewed it as largely unnecessary. And in the Second Antinium War, the Goblin King took precedence. However, I have encountered them in battle, and they appeared to be as monstrous and unfeeling as Golems.

Ulva scowled for the comparison, but Ryoka nodded, hoping she looked understanding.

Then you might not know, Tyrion, that you fought Antinium Soldiers and very few Workers. Also, they were at war.

I fail to understand the distinction, apart from their size.

Ryoka coughed into one fist.

Soldiers cant speak. I think theyre physically incapable of speaking, Tyrion. Even if they wanted tomost Soldiers never see daylight in their entire lives. They live in their Hives, and only the Free Antinium have let their Antinium up on the surface and mingle with people. They probably find you as alien as you find them.

Tyrion digested this amidst the titters and murmurs. Ulva Terlands eyes sharpened.

I see. And what did you think of these Free Antinium, Ryoka?

Humanize them. Or well, peoplelize them if you wanted to be more species-inclusive. But the term worked well here. Ryoka took a breath. She had not met many Antinium, not like Erin, and certainly not many Goblins, but she had met a few, and Erin told her stories. She looked around and found her best representative.

Wellapropos of Cook Garneis, I know an Antinium Worker who apparently operates a kind of bakery. He makes bread, and his name is Garry.

The nobility gave her to the blankest of looks, then Swey began chortling. And thatwas something. Ryoka kept glancing at the crusade in the scrying orb, and Ulva Terland herself passed a hand over a smile as she glanced at the images of the Antinium.

So you do not find an army of the Antinium worth battling? Or these Goblins?

Tyrion glanced up, and Ryoka hesitated. Was that the same wretched Goblin whod tried to mug her? Rags? She almost thought it was. Oh, if Erin were here to be more genuine about it. But Ryoka had her angle, and it might be one that the Five Families found more palatable. She took a breath and looked around.

Say rather, Lady Ulva, what would be the point? They have killed monsters plaguing Orefell when any relieving armies were too far away to help. Even the Goblins.

But theyre monsters, Courier Griffin!

A [Lord] of Terland sounded scandalized as Tyrion gave Ryoka a blank look. The Courier bared her teeth in a smile. She gazed around the table.

There are worse things out there than Goblins and Antinium. Believe me. Both belong in the High Passes. If theyre not attacking you

She hesitated, then shrugged lightly.

do you want to do the Drakes job for them? Because I guarantee you, theyd love it if you wiped out both armies.

Sorry, Erin. And Selys and Relc and every Drake Ryoka knew. But it worked.

Lord Tyrions face frosted over, and Ulva Terland nodded thoughtfully. Even the other [Lords] and [Ladies] nodded and began speaking about the battle at the Meeting of Tribes and the new lands. When all was said and done, hating Drakes was something they could get behind. Ryoka exhaledright until Ulva Terland fixed her with another look.

So. While it embarrasses me to ask, I fear I have become the poor host. Where do you hail from, Miss Griffin?

Tyrion Veltras swung his eyes to Ryoka Griffin, and she beamed. Beamed and tensed to run for itright until a crash was followed by a screaming Sammial running into the room. She had never been happier to see a berserk fencing Golem with a sword in her life.

Politics. You could do that all day. Discuss what it was that made the Antinium tick. Worry, inform yourselves with a weird Couriers testimony.

But what about the Antinium who were there, in the open?

The crusade. It was dawn, but the camps around Orefell were in a flurry of activity. Some people hadnt slept. Even now, people were heading back to the city, reclaiming the abandoned buildings, trying to sort out the abandoned belongings, the looted infrastructure.

Even if Orefell had not been sacked by the monsters, the people had done a pretty darn good job. Yet the people were mostly alive.

It was a great victory*. That asterisk was the size of one of the moons, but it was still a victory.

And the biggest victors were arguably the Antinium and Goblins. Because there they were. Separate, watched by the soldiers, targeted by the powers of Izrilbut there.

Rags knew it might be disastrous for her tribe, but she had her reasons for being here. Firstly, she had reasoned that at least a few powers like that scary Drake from Pallass knew where she was. The Humans had every reason to hate her after Tenbault, and frankly, if that was so, why not risk this on garnering some goodwill?

Orplaying an angle shed thought about. Plus, there was the <Quest> to consider. And Erin. And the Antinium were a kind of ally that she had sympathies for.

Mostly? She just hated that damn goat. It was a menace, and if it had only tried to destroy Goblinhome once, well, that was more than enough. The gambit had already paid off in her mind.

In the morning air, Rags took a slow bite from a new concoction made by Calescent as the other Goblins held their breath. Normally, this was an act of huge heroism, but even the [Spice Chef] had changed when hed heard Erin put out a call for a [Chef] and other Goblins.

Rags had told him, in no uncertain terms, that Erin wouldnt hire a [Chef] who would burn your mouth off, even with his Skill, [Hot Enough For You]. Now, she bit into a mildly spicy, extremely flavorfulquiche.

It had eggs. Razorbeak eggs, big and luscious, making the batter fluffy. It had cave mushrooms, chopped fine, and seasoned with wild leeks. It had cheeseand it was the cheese that Rags liked.

Oh, this was good! Vaunt had fine cheeses, and whatever Calescent had added with a pinch of his signature death-spice made Rags smile.

Is good, Chieftain?

The [Chef] hovered there, his hat in his hands like someone awaiting a panel of judges. For answer, Rags took another bite. The Goblins sighed, and Calescent smiled.

Then he produced a steak quesadilla, cheese, meat, and spices and nearly murdered the poor Goblin who went for it. The other Goblins laughed because one out of the ten had been spiced up. Calescent winked as Rags gave him a long look.

Is called my death-spice gamble. One out of ten is super-spicy. Redfangs love. Eat all the time.

Rags rolled her eyes. But she had to admit, Calescent was in his element here. And why not? The steak quesadilla hed made? All hed needed was some pre-prepared, thin dough and a skillet to fry up everything.

The cheese came from Vaunt, who apparently sent their soldiers with tons of their signature food as travel rations. And the meat?

The meat was everywhere. Not that the other species were eating the Gargoyles. However, the Eater Goats had become food, and if some of the Humans were a bit queasy and wary of cross-contamination, the Goblins loved a good goat.

Mind you, everyone was noshing down. Calescent frowned as he hurried over to a skillet where one of his [Cook]-apprentices was about to casserole some meat.

No. Fry longer.

Is good fry! See?

She showed him some meat that House Veltras folk would approve of, but Calescent frowned at it.

You cook twice as long. Might be bad meat. Goats eat worms and bad stuff.

It was an odd instinct, but the grumbling Goblin obeyed. Rags herself frowned at Calescent and beckoned him over with a finger.

You think goats have bad meat?

He shrugged.

Feeling.

She trusted his feelings, so Rags looked around.

Hey! Poisonbite!

The officer looked up as she carved at the goats. Rags pointed at her.

After cutting and getting hideswash hands. All Goblins wash hands. With soap.

Soap?

The Goblins groaned, but Rags glared, and instantly, a ball of lye soap was produced and grumbling Goblins did as they were told. Ironically, that made Rags entire tribe the most hygienic of all the species, because she brooked no arguments.

Even so, the entire event was going to go horribly wrong in time. An unstoppable force could be mitigated with soap and hot water and grilling the meat, but it was still a powerful plague. A plague! A

Zimrah kept putting her hands on people and curing them. Rags watched the Antinium with fascination, because she had seen her own Ogres working their magic, but she hadnt ever seen this. She wondered what theyd make of the Antinium [Priest], because her magic was not like theirs, hard-won via mana potions. Zimrah, the Antinium Worker with robes and a censer, just put her hands on an Antinium who felt a bit off.

[Cure Ailments]. You are done. Pat, pat.

She patted the Antinium on the head, and the Soldier trundled away. Zimrah turned and stretched.

I am getting tired. Artur, I may need to rest. Can you tell Crusader 445-2 to take over? I am unusuallytired.

The [Banner Commander] walked over.

You have never been so tired. Most Antinium were not wounded.

Zimrah nodded, puzzled.

I know. But I feel exhausted. If someone is hurt, please wake me. Otherwise, I must sleep.

Artur agreed instantly.

You have worked enough, Zimrah. A Fortress of Fluff has been prepared there.

He pointed, and Rags saw the curious mounds where Antinium sat were being made out of pillows and blankets. Zimrah walked over, sat down, and began snoozing.

For about five minutes. Then she stood up.

I have leveled four times! Why!?

To her credit, while Artur hurried over to hear Zimrahs new levels, this was hardly the only person counter-levelling hard. Rags wandered over, still eating her breakfast, and listened to Zimrah speaking. The thing Rags loved about the Antinium was that they were not private. They didnt whisper, and she got a perfect earful.

Level 28! Four levels. This is statistically improbable, Artur.

It may be. But you did survive the Void Eater Goat as I believe it was called. Perhaps you are being rewarded for healing all the colds?

Perhaps. Or maybe other species. Some came to me and asked for me to heal them. Should I heal them when I wake?

This would be wise, and I believe Commander Olesm would agree. What Skills have you learned?

Oh. Um. [Icon of Faith: Unclaimed]. And [Minor Radiance of Healing].

Rags was fascinated. What the heck were those Skills? Radiance of healing? Did that mean? On a hunch, as Artur speculated what kind of icon Zimrah needed, Rags produced a dagger and cut herself. Just a jab to her hand. She stared at it and narrowed her eyes.

It took nearly fifteen seconds before she noticed a change, and the wound began to scab. That was fast. It was a very slow scabbing, but on the other hand, Rags wondered how fast that was compared to normal.

[Priest]. [Priest]. Got to get one.

The Goblin muttered as she stared at Zimrah. The Worker was snoozing, but she was hardly the only Antinium who had the unique power of faith.

It was just that only two Antinium had cure Skills. Or ratherMiracles.

There was a joke in The Wandering Inn that if someone had a notepad and was writing, they were either Mrsha or pulling a Grimalkin. However, more than one person outside of Orefell was doing a full Grimalkin, because the Antinium were talking.

Talking. Gershal of Vaunt watched as one of the [Templars] placed his hand on a nervous horses back. The animal nearly reared, but the Antinium spoke.

[Heal Damage Strike]. I am done.

He stepped back, and the torn flesh along the horses foreleg mended in a glow of light.

That is not what the [Priest] did.

The difference in how the Skill was worded was not lost on some of the observers. Gershal saw the [Templar], an Antinium Soldier with a voice, turn and elucidate to a curious Dwarf, female Garuda, and even Brigadier Forount. He nodded and replied slowly.

I am not a [Priest]. Zimrah is capable of using [Cure Mundane Wounds] a number of times per battle. That cures any wounds not inflicted by magic.

Any?

Someone made a choking sound. Peki was nibbling at some grapes that Forount had shared from her rationseveryone was sharing food, and Gershal had given out Vaunts cheeses with liberty. To Antinium, no less! The [Templar] had a piece of brie on a toothpick, and he nibbled at it as he spoke; with four arms, he could pretty much eat and talk.

Indeed. Any non-magical wounds. I am not Zimrah. I am capable of using the Miracle [Heal Damage] twice per battle.

What was that part about strike, though?

Rlint, the [Field Captain], the Dwarf, pressed the [Templar], whose name was Theogrin. An Antinium with a name.

Gershal had avoided saying dead gods, or this is incredible, or impossible thus far. He felt like it made him look like a fool since this was clearly happening. Besides, he had once served under the Tidebreaker, Zel Shivertail, and he had seen at least one improbable event take place.

That means I can cure exactly how much damage I could inflict. Or close enough. A deep cut, a broken bone. No more.

Fascinating. Rlint looked at one of the other Dwarves, and the [Stone Magus] shook his head.

Nothing like [Restoration], Captain. Not at all. Theres nomana cost to these miracles, are there?

The Dwarf addressed Theogrin, and the Antinium tilted his head. His antennae waved wildly, like Gershal had seen tiny ants do.

No. This is a Miracle, not a Skill. The cost is faith.

Faith?

My conviction wanes. I feel emptier. Weaker. If I was Crusader 51, I would never lack for faith. Or Pawn.

Pawn. Gershal had heard that name before, along with Crusader 51. Many of the Antinium referenced them when they spoke.

And how they spoke! Skills, classesGershal was hardly an important [Lieutenant of the Line], but even he had a few secrets and tricks he only told his closest friends. Like how his [Piercing Leap] had been a move to carry him off his back and onto his feet; that was a valuable little trick.

But the Antinium were sharing huge information, even a kind ofof spell-Skill without hesitation! Gershal felt a bit bad about stealing this knowledge, but he listened as the [Stone Magus] tried to understand.

It is not a spell or a Skill, then.

No. It comes when Skills do, but it is clearly labeled. That is how we know.

So it calls itself a miracle?

Yes.

The Dwarf tugged at his beard hard. He looked around with a kind of hilarity and disbelief on his face.

I havent studied at Wistram, but I have graduated from a magical academy! Not in any of the booksnot once have I heard of a miracle. Nor anything that heals so easily! There are regeneration-type Skills and spells, but they are rare beyond belief!

A potion can heal. Our Miracles heal. It is handy, but not unique. If you would like to gain the ability, you should have a few warriors of faith in your armies.

Theogrin pointed out reasonably. At that, Peki tilted her head.

Faith. I have faith I can punch people. What are warriors of faith?

And that led down such a rabbithole of confusion that all the listeners needed Theogrin to explain what he was. Again.

[Templar].

Even the word was provocative. [Templar] and [Crusader]. These were not unknown classes. Far from it.

[Crusader], like the idea of a Crusade, was intrinsic to [Knights]. A [Knight of the Crusade] was a known class, but the class by itself hinted at something. [Templar]that was like an itch. Like [Paladin], it was an esoteric class. But it bothered Ylawes Byres because it soundedunique.

Even more so than a [Knight] was. Why should Antinium have it? Why did they have abilities that overshadowed even his? He could, by virtue of his levels, training, and class, create a shield that could block countless foes in battle.

They could call a shield of faith. Even a sword! The Human man watched the Antinium with arms folded, at a remove from the other officers. It was safe to say there was some animosity there.

Or was it respect? Because Ylawes huge scowl was only matched by a kind of grudging envy. He had ridden from the coast after being rescued from the disastrous Wistram breakout by the Drakes. They had graciously stopped at a Human harbor to let the Silver Swords disembark, but the Earthers had stayed. Ylawes had gone to the High Passes instead of to Liscor like hed planned.

He had known the odds were bleak, but the [Knight] had been determined to make a stand. For that was what was right and righteous. It was justhed done his best and had accounted for a number of monsters.

Yet the Antinium had, without question, saved them all. They stood, warriors of faith in armor, and there was a level ofofshine to them that even the [Knight] lacked.

A purity of intent. Ylawes watched. Look.

A line of insects wearing armor knelt in the grass. Away from the bloodied corpses of Eater Goats and Gargoyles attracting a storm of insects. Some of the [Mages] had cast spells to keep away the insects and scavengers, but the harvesting of flesh and other parts had sped up. Soon, the rest would be unusable.

Grisly work, and the blood was not dried on many pieces of armor fully. Ylawes himself had mud in his socks and grit ground with every move of his silvered armor.

The Antinium were no less dirty. It stuck to their brown carapaces. Some still had traces of green blood, though their wounds had closed. Yet they knelt in a patch of soft grass, under a tree. At peace.

Nomore than that. Proud. Their heads rose as one as an Antinium passed by. Some [Acolyte], another odd class, wearing robes of pale blue cotton. A Worker, chosen to hold the censer that leaked faintly with the smell of cinnamon.

Gently and carefully, the Worker passed each kneeling [Crusader]. The smoke drifted across their still antennae, over their mandibles, and a second Antinium spoke.

The [Templar] was a Worker. Yet he seemed, in his armor, as large as any Soldier. His voice was confident, as Ylawes had never heard from their kind.

Look up.

The Antinium did. The [Templar] corrected them gently.

Not at me. Look up. There. Do you see the sky?

They gazed upwards, and Ylawes head rose. He saw a clear dawn light, turning the sky from a blackness to a faint yellow, and brighter, until the blue reclaimed the fall air. It was a beautiful sight, and some part of him smiled at it.

But the Antinium had a wonder in them that he envied. They stared up at the sky, and there was such a reverence in them that Ylawes began to understand. There was more than justenjoyment there. There was an intensity of the emotions that made him feel almost voyeuristic.

This was faith? The [Templar] resumed speaking, and Ylawes listened like the quiet Drowned Man leaning against the tree.

You are no longer Workers and Soldiers, who will sleep and wake underground in the Hive. You are [Crusaders]. We are called forth for battle. We march to our deaths. But we do it under glorious sky. Soon, we will tell you how it all began, at an inn. With her. Know this, before even that. When you die, when you fallHeaven awaits. It is not something to covet. Nor to go towards. However, we are Antinium without fear of death. When you are outnumbered, alone, believe. Pray and believeand in the darkness, underground, before monstersthe sky will follow you.

He raised a hand, and Ylawes thought the Antinium cast no spell. From Falenes reaction, she sensed no mana. Yet the two Silver Swords saw the [Templar] raise a handand it was no [Light] spell he cast.

He held a sliver of something wrong. Like he had cut a triangle, a piece of bright blue glass and sunlight straight out of the world above. The [Templar] lifted the miracle of light as the [Crusaders] looked at him.

Faith is your weapon.

Faith. What was it? Ylawes trembled, gauntlets clenched, and perhaps it was mistaken as rage by some. But it was, in truth, like a man who realized he had only been using one hand all his life. The [Knight] saw a completeness there, an answer to the gift of magic that sometimes seemed overwhelming and superior to the sword.

How could he obtainthat?

If the Humans, Dwarves, and others who watched the Antinium had found something to obsess over, well, the same was true for regular Antinium.

The [Crusaders] were listening, witnessing what they could be. But the higher ideals of faith and salvation were also mixed with mundane pleasures.

Like the simple act of eating food. These were Workers and Soldiers of the Free Hive, not even Painted Antinium or ones taken on patrol. They had eaten some rations on the march here, but today, an Antinium held a piece of wood in its hand.

Just a long, straight stick. With pieces of carefully-seared meat stuck onto it, amid globs of brie. Globs, running with the heat it had been exposed to. Antinium mandibles were ideally suited for the kebabs which they could tear pieces off of. To add to the entire glorious mess were huge bits of bell-pepper, blackened with char, but no less tasty. In factmore, because the dish was hot.

Hot. The Antinium Worker tore a bite free and then raised his other hand. It held a mug. Of mead. He took a deep draft of mead, and the frothy, cool beverage was another moment ofclarity.

Now, contrast this to the Antiniums food in the Hive. They got paste.

Room-temperature paste. Never warm, never cold. Their water was sometimes cold, but often lukewarm. You never needed to worry about starving, but no Antinium ever went back for seconds. The portions were perfectly calculated, but even if theyd been allowed tono one wanted seconds.

Sometimes the paste was green. Sometimes it was brown. Sometimes it was black or grey. There were bits in it, and it tasted likelike

The Worker began screaming as he had another bite. He stood, legs spread, waving his other two free arms as he shouted.

Hot food! HOT FOOD. Beer! Is this what I have been missing? I am never going back to the Hive! Never! Damn the Hive! Damn the Queen and dying there! I am eating hot food! Cheese!? Is this cheese? What is that? Give me that!

He began running around, snatching more treats and stuffing them into his mouth.

Dead gods. Crusader 57 is going crazy again. Even for him.

A few amused [Crusaders] from Battalion 3 were sitting around. They knew what he meant, but a few affected to be more like the other [Soldiers]. They even had begun picking up expressions like dead gods.

Squad 5 glanced up for a second, and one of their number who was napping sat up.

Whos calling my name, asshole? Hey. Whats up with that weirdo?

Crusader 57, the real Crusader 57, turned and pointed to the Worker running about. The rest of Squad 5 looked at each other.

Oh yes, there were some real changes coming over the new [Crusaders]. Crusader 53 was polishing his mace, and that was no euphemism. He noticed someone was watching him and turned.

A Dwarf waved at him. Crusader 53 hesitatedthen waved back. He waited a second, but Dawil stomped over with a mug in hand. The Dwarf hesitated.

Ermorning to you. Anyone care for a drink? Theyre still rolling them out from Orefells distillery.

The Antinium looked around. Crusader 57 sat up with interest, but after a second, Crusader 53 shrugged.

Fair enough. The names Dawil. Silver Swords.

Oh, the adventurers. The Antinium looked interested as the Dwarf crouched down.

Would you mind me taking a look at that? Whats your name? Is that a Dragonbone mace?

Crusader 53 needed one of the other members of Squad 5 to speak for him, but he was quite pleased Dawil had noticed. He let the Dwarf inspect it. Look what I found in battle!

Dead gods. And I thought that Vaunt fellow had gotten lucky. I, er, dont suppose youd consider an offer for this? I could muster a lot of gold up.

Crusader 53 gently tugged his mace free, and Dawil sighed.

Yeah, thought so. Here. Want to see my hammer?

No euphemisms. Yet. But it was true that there were a number ofinteresting items that had appeared since the completion of the <Heroic Quest>.

Items and levels. Most of the Antinium had barely known that a quest existed, but if they had, a few things would have made sense.

Like some of the rewards, but especially something that had been part of it being posted.

Experience in <Combat>, <Aid> class categories.

What that meant was that, although some individuals with high-levels did not level, almost every single [Soldier] on the field had gained at least one level. Usually more.

That wasnt unusual either, for a big battle. What was unusual were the magic items.

Gershal of Vaunt finally got to hold the magic longsword that had appeared nearly nine hours later. Falene Skystrall handed it to him, holding the plain steel blade with a bit of cloth. It was a plain blade, yet Gershal still felt a chill as she presented it to him.

For, the hilt was made of a strange, faintly green metal that looked at first to maybe be copper if it was exposed to the air. It certainly had a bronze tinge, but there was a luster that belied that notion. The handle had a kind of twist to the metal such that it looked like a [Smith] had twisted a straight handle with a wrench.

However, that was not the strangest bit. The strangest bit was that at the base of the steel was an equally curving etching on the blade. Normally, this was a bit of acid-work done to show a name, a crest of a city, a noble house, and so on. Thiswas more like a work of art.

Waving lines, much like the currents of a sea imagined upon the steel, rising upwards. It was beautiful and occupied the bottom third of the blade. It was alsofranklyconfusing as heck.

The art of the handle and sword blade made sense. It was a fine blade and clearly magical, because it had that faint shine that was too-bright. [Detect Magic] also clearly showed the sword was magical, but Falene had ascertained a few things when shed taken it.

There was no magic sword listed in the entire quest rewards. Not once. Secondly, thisblade is of no style I can imagine. Most [Smiths] have some kind of subtle signature. None for this one. I do not know what the metal is; the Dwarves suspect its some kind of alloy that involves Treecopper.

And the enchantment, Adventurer Skystrall?

She sighed and fiddled with the glasses she wore.

Inconclusive, but the sword has some kind ofstrong gravity-grip spell. Its strengthened and has a sharpness enchantment, but the main effect is, ah, odd. You could try it on an opponent, but I caution you not to try to strike them. Just have them try to parry a blow.

Gershal held the blade up, and to his profound disappointment, he felt like the balance was off. It was a bit top-heavy. Not a blade you could perfectly balance mid-way on your thumb.

Yet it was his. It had appeared, given him a bruise on his jaw, and it seemed to be a random reward. One of his [Soldiers] offered to let him take a few swings, and Gershal gingerly cut the air a few times, then pretended he was on the attack.

One swing as the grinning [Soldier] raised a sword to deflect, and Gershal saw and felt what Falene meant. As the two swords connected lightly and the other blade made to sweep it away, he saw the other [Soldier] flinch. They had [Dangersense] and tried to pull the blade away, but too late.

The instant they touched, the magical sword twisted the other one. The second bladeand arm of the [Soldier]rotated, and Gershals sword slipped under the blow. He could have brought it down and hacked through his opponent.

Of course, he didnt, and the other [Soldier] rubbed at his hand.

Dead gods, sir! What was that?

A kind of gravity spell. It grabs and twists whatever it runs into. Shields are harder, but I imagine it is quite a potent weapon for a [Swordsman].

Falene observed. Gershal was astounded and delighted. Just the thing for a [Soldier]! It didnt work well on a shield; the [Shieldsister] grimaced when it struck her shield and reported a heavy pull, but on anyone with a good grip, it had little effect.

Some reward! I say, is this the quality of item one gets from a <Heroic Quest>? Id wager anyone would want to take them on if this is whats received!

Just imagine what a <Mythical Quest> does, then. Hey, is that a [Mage] galloping into camp?

Everyone turned, and Gershal put up his new blade as he saw someone emerging from Orefell. The [Governor] andwhat was now a familiar sighta [Mage] with a scrying orb. Instantly, everyone began checking their hair, and Falene produced a comb and two earrings.

They were going to be on television! Gershal wondered if the [Mage] would interview one of the first forces to show up. What should he say? Could this day get any better? It was strange, marvelous, and

Disastrous. This is a disaster, and I hold you accountable, Free Queen. We have exposed our tunnel to the north, ruined relationships, and I was not informed about any of these actions.

The Grand Queen of the Antinium was not happy. Nor was Klbkch the Slayer. He stood in the Free Hive as she shouted at the Free Queen, and only after twelve minutes of ranting could the Free Queen even respond.

As I have reiterated 35 times, my Queen, I gave no orders for the crusade to march. This event was spontaneous and unplanned by me or Klbkchhezeim.

Impossible! Antinium Soldiers and Workers do not make autonomous decisions! It was your Prognugator, Bird! Or another of the Hives Prognugators. I will not accept excuses! Antinium make no decisions of their own

Unless they are True Antinium.

The Free Queens retort silenced the Grand Queen. Klbkch twisted his head around and stared at the Free Queen. She sat there, feeding her tiny Rock Crab, looking as pleased as could be.

Not furious? Not worried? Klbkch and the Grand Queen were not often on the same side, but he was so upset his hands were clenched on his swords hilts. The Grand Queen stopped speaking, then replied with a slow click of her mandibles.

They are not True Antinium. Any statements to that effect would be incredibly misleading, and I would order the censure of such to other Queens. Especially in Klbkchhezeims presence.

She glanced to either side, as if worried other scrying mirrors would come alight. However, this private chastisement was between the two of them. The Free Queen nodded slowly. Yet the triumphant note did not vanish.

Say rather, then, that the Free Antinium have demonstrated one quality of the Antinium we were, my Queen. I did not authorize this mission. I understand there are dire consequences, but it is still proof that my Antinium are changing.

The Grand Queen hesitated, and Klbkch knew she wasnt going to give the Free Queen credit so easily.

That is debatable. I still, currently, view their actions as a net-negative. What benefit to the Hives were obtained besides a few levels? Nobefore you answer that, Klbkchhezeim, Free Queenhow were you so lax that the crusade could leave your Hive without your knowledge?

That was fair critique, and Klbkch answered for the Free Queen.

Grand Queen, I regret that both the Free Queen and I were occupied by our duties and did not sense the change. I was above, and the Hives signals are blocked by Liscors sewers.

And the Free Queen?

I was asleep, a necessary function for my continued existence and fulfillment of my duties.

The Free Queen sounded a bit too snide, there. Like one of Elirrs cats. Catty was a good word for it. The Grand Queen rumbled.

Yet they armed themselves. I have a report from Prognugator Maev that stated she was overruled when they began this action. Why were they allowed access to the armory?

For that, my Queen, you must credit Prognugator Pivr, who authorized that action.

Pivr? The Flying Queenswe will now address that issue with her. Hold while I summon the Flying Queen.

This looked like it was going to take hours of arguing. Klbkch shiftedthen made an authority call.

My Queens, I must leave you to discuss the issue. My business as Revalantor demands I be elsewhere.

As you will, Klbkchhezeim.

The Free Queen waved a feeler. Garry hurried forwards with a snack, but the Grand Queen was enraged all over.

Klbkchhezeim! I did not give you authority to leave! Where is Xrn? She must also be an instrument of my will! Klbkchhezeim, I am the Grand Queen.

He nodded and felt a twinge of real irritation in him. Klbkch responded succinctly as he strode away.

Yes, my Queen. I understand this, but Xrn is apparently conducting her own business. We are Centenium. You are the Grand Queen. Perhaps recall how they are supposed to act.

He left before she could find the words to respond.

In truth, Klbkch reflected that the Grand Queen had organized the Queens by force of will after their calamitous landing. She was not incompetentit was just that the years had changed her. Even among the True Antinium, there were Queens who proved to be less-suited to their positions, and it was dealt with.

The difference was that among the True Antinium, such issues had been full of far less strife in most cases and resolved faster, more efficiently, and with understanding among all.

There had been a time, he remembered, when the Antinium had been much like Drakes. They had squabbled, fought, and occasionally, Queens had even had to eliminate other Queens despite their common goals.

To fix that, the First Queen, creator of the Centenium, the unsurpassed, had created what later Antinium called the Unitasis Network. The telepathy that made the First Antinium so dangerous and so connected. Each Hive had been semi-linked, but this had made all the Antinium surpass their foes and become the dominant force in Rhirs soil.

Even now, it was the power that allowed Antinium armies to fight with armies that had levels and magic and come out on top. It was their trump card and exceptionally difficult to employ, because not only did the Antinium have to be in range of a Queen, the Queens needed a proxy like a Prognugator, the closest thing they could make to a True Antinium.

However. That might all change, and Klbkch thought about that. Who would have known that out of all the Antinium in that original batch. Out of all of them, the one he had thought was the worst failure, the most annoying, the mostrandom, would prove to hold the key to salvation. And yet, what a curse.

For Bird was Bird, and if every Antinium must become Bird to use the power of the Unitasis NetworkKlbkch feared for them all.

The truth was that Bird was now the most valuable Antinium in all the Hives. Bar none. If he possessed the ability to change all Antinium, his worth outstripped even Wrymvrs.

And the Antinium knew it. There was a reason that Bird had not left on the crusade, despite the Gargoyles having wings and therefore being a very bird-like target. Even if the [Crusaders] had wanted Bird to go with themthere was no chance they would have been able to smuggle Bird on their quest.

After all, she was watching Bird. In Klbkchs experience, she always got what she wanted in time. Wrymvr was direct and acted as the Hives needed, as he saw it. His relationship with the Twisted Queen was at odds with the rest of the Antinium on Izril. By contrastXrn had always been much like the [Crusaders]. Which meant Wrymvr was, by that theorymore like Erin?

Klbkchs head hurt. He decided to drop the metaphors before he began feeling the urge to hug Wrymvr. Then his stomach began to hurt, because he was listening to a conversation deep within the Hive. The Antinium had left the Queens sanctum, travelled down, down, and because so many [Crusaders] had left, the Hive was emptier, allowing him to swiftly bypass Antinium on patrol or carrying loads of dirt or resources elsewhere.

These tunnels were barely used. Normally, the Hive had little empty space; everything needed to be patrolled, but since Xrn had been wounded by Facestealer, she had needed to convalesce and requested her own area.

It had been granted to her. Klbkch had not come down here more than a few times. Xrn had beenunhappy. And dodging lightning bolts was still not fun, even in his new body.

Months after her injuries, it was clear that her very presence and magic had begun to warp the area. Klbkch halted as he heard two voices echoing up from below. The Hive had no doors in most cases, so sound travelled, but the compacted dirt walls and occasional stones were not generally prone to letting sound echo.

These walls, and even the ceiling, were different. Klbkch passed his hand over craggy, blue stone and stared at the glassy streaks on the walls and floor.

Glass? Is she terraforming

It was disconcerting. Not because he thought it impossible of Xrn; she could turn any corridor into glass with pure heat and magic. But it wasnt consistent. Streaks of glass ran crazily along the corridor at odd angles. Blue, green, and even violet stone had replaced the dirt in places.

Some kind of transformation spell? Klbkch had never been too interested in Xrns magic aside from its utility. But again, this was a patchwork change. Like an avante-garde art show piece, the entire tunnel stretched downwards, replete with such colors that a few Workers kept staring as they hurried by.

It was extremely unsettling for Klbkch, because the Antinium did not do art. Nothing like this. Even the statues of the Centenium each Queen made were accurate, not exaggerated. He hastened his footsteps; he could hear two voices below.

One was bright, sing-song, and chirped in a way that was sometimes deliberately annoying, other times as innocent as Mrsha could be. The second was deeper, and it hadstrains like each emotion reflected in her eyes. So much power it altered her voice. It was annoyed and dangerous.

You are refusing my orders, Bird? I told you. You are not permitted to return to the surface. Stop running away. Chesacre and Thaina keep retrieving you. Their patience is infinite. Mine is not.

Klbkch halted dead in his tracks. What in the name of Rhirs hells was that? He thought he actually tasted one of the words. It crackled through the air, and he actually inhaled ozone. He rounded a corner as the streaks of glass and colors grew brighter. There she was.

Xrn, the Small Queen. Azure chitin body, the most ant-like of all the Antinium, ironically. She had never been made in Galuc the Builders image, and she had an abdomen like an actual Antinium, no shell. Her arms were only two, and one held a staff while the other gesticulated to a bouncing little Worker holding his bow.

That was Xrn, wondrous, the [Thaumaturge] who inspired even other Queens to action. Orit had been.

For the glowing radiance in her eyes, reflecting her emotions and constantly changing like a kaleidoscope of magicwas torn. Possibly forever by that monstrous guardian of the dungeon.

Facestealer. In her battle with Belavierr, he had been summoned and tried to tear off Xrns head. He had ripped apart one eye, part of her very head

A killing wound that had torn into her mind. It should have been her end, but Xrns magic had saved her. Its radiance, like her eyes, was a shifting rainbow of colors. Onlyit now leaked from a glowing wound in her face.

It was a miracle she had two arms, even. But at least she had managed to reattach the other limb since it had only been torn off. If Klbkch looked very closely, he saw a hairline fracture where it had been detached, but the Free Queen could reattach a limb. Not fixthe rest.

Klbkchhezeim halted, and Xrniavxxel turned. He knew he looked nothing like his old self, even with his new body. Only his swords were the same. He had long since resigned himself to walking around in a Workers pitiful form, the helpless feeling of decay.

But it was one thing to see his reflection and see her wounded like this. If they were back among the True Antinium, her body could be repaired! But none of the simple gels theyd recreated or saved would mend that scar.

Klbkch. There you are. Good, the Grand Queen has not distracted you too long? We shall speak of this Crusade. But first, deal with Bird. He is insubordinate.

Again, there it was! A flash of color in her words, and correspondinglyKlbkch saw the radiance emanating from Xrns head change.

A flash of gold, like inspiration or pride or the very light the [Crusaders] summoned. Happiness? Yet it flashed outwards, uncontrolled, and left a golden patch of glass on the domed chamber Xrn sat in.

Now, it made sense. No wonder she had requested space away from anyone else. Xrns magic had always been powerful, but her control had been legendary.

She had lost it. Or perhaps she could control it, but chose not to, here. Klbkch was so stunned that he barely noticed Xrns two followers before one moved.

Chesacre and Thaina. The Free Antiniums two female Soldiers had vanished from the ranks of the Painted Antinium into Xrns custody one time. Klbkch had not inquired, much, nor seen them again. Their appearance was as shocking as Birds.

Their armored carapaces had changed color. The brown-black chitin had mottled, turned red like a rose, green as an emerald, a grey-whitea patchwork just like the walls. They were a discordant mix of colors, surely the product of proximity to Xrns magic.

But that wasnt what made Klbkch do a double-take. What made him halt and truly look at them were their eyes.

Antinium eyes had no pupils nor glow or any other quality to them. What unsettled other species was the lack of any whites, any facsimile of eyes. They were just a bugs eyes, which saw a compound picture. But Chesacre and Thainas had turned

Transparent. They looked like glass and reflected far more than most eyes. There was still no pupil, but Klbkch felt a sheer unease as one of the Soldiers waved at him. It reminded him of Xrns gaze, but unlit. Yet with each flash of Xrns light, he almost felt like he saw an echo in their gaze.

Magic. This was not a place for a warrior like Klbkch. He felt uneasy here; the rules were different. Not that Centenium ever fought but to train and test new concepts, but he hated enemies where a swing of the sword did worse than nothing.

Not that they were going to fight. But Bird was excited when he saw Klbkch, and he waved his hands.

There he is! I told you someone would come, you meanmean Xrn! I am free! Although I did think it would be Erin. Or Ishkr. Or Pawn. Or Garry, before Klbkch. Klbkch, I have been captured! Free me!

Bird. You have not been captured. XrnI wished to speak, and I noticed Bird was present. You appear to bewell.

Is that small talk, Klbkchhezeim? It is not an Antinium thing. You have changed as much as Bird. Your body is somewhat better.

Xrns voice was still leaking colors. Klbkch shifted slightly and deliberately folded his arms. She was definitely upset.

Magnolias smile wavered.

Really. Not once? The Antinium do not remember me? What about Zel Shivertail?

The Tidebreaker? Yes, we know him. Hero of Liscor.

Hero of Liscor. Magnolia sat back, and Ressas brows rose so high that they almost escaped into her hairline. Well now. Was that humbling or did it make her job easier?

Easier, most definitely. Magnolia nodded thoughtfully.

Well then, I can tell you that I have been an enemy of the Antinium during the First and Second Antinium Wars, but I would like to discuss the affairs of state with this crusade peacefully, without the shackles of history. Would that be acceptable?

Another moment of palpable confusion before the [Priest] stepped forwards. Sheand it sounded like a shespoke.

We do not hold grudges for the Antinium Wars, Lady Reinhart. None of us were there. Are youupset by our presence in the north? We are aware many would be. Already, we have been recalled by the Free Queen to Liscor.

And by Revalantor Klbkch. For punishment.

Embraim broke in, and this time, Magnolia noticed how the four Antinium shifted and looked at each other. Thisthis was everything she had hoped for.

Punishment? Oh dear. I understand this crusade was somewhat impromptu, but do not tell me the Antinium who fought to save Orefell from a terrible slaughter are to be punished?

Some of us may be declared Aberration. Or removed from command.

Artur spoke slowly, and from the way all eyes swung to him, it was clear what that was. Magnolia Reinharts eyes opened wide. Her lips moved, and she spoke, a touch breathlessly.

As I understand it, being declared Aberration is somewhat permanent.

It will not happen.

Zimrah spoke up suddenly, and Embraim tried to put a hand over her mandibles. But she slapped it down.

No one will be Aberration. I refuse.

No one.

The [Templar], Theogrin, nodded, and Magnolia saw Embraim and Artur glance at each other. They were sounguarded. But this was what Magnolia had expected.

From the outset, the instant Ressa had told her the Antinium were marching, Magnolia had guessed, had hoped none of the Queens had ordered this crusade. The rest of her family, Tyrion, no one saw what this was. The greatest of opportunities.

Excuse me, Antinium. Am I to understand your crusade was an independent action for which you may well be punished upon your return to the Hive?

Yes. This is so. We did not march north to invade, only to stop the monsters. Someone had to. No one else would get there in time.

Artur replied, and Magnolia Reinhart herself ducked her head.

It is embarrassingly true. My arrangements would not have made an impact until todayor later. Sadly. The bravery of Brigadier Forount stands at odds with the norths inaction, and you have my gratitude. Which is why I have come to you with an offer. For your crusade.

The Antinium stirred. Embraim clacked his mandibles together uneasily, and Artur hesitated.

We have orders to return at once, Lady Reinhart. With respectI am a member of Liscors Second Army, pending my removal from the ranks. Our loyalties prohibit us from taking actions for House Reinhart.

She put her trembling fingers together.

Oh, I understand that more than you would think, Banner Commander. But it has occurred to me that Orefell is not out of danger yet. There are still remnants of the monsters being eliminated, and the city is vulnerable. Why, the potential for undead to rise from the dead monsters is extreme.

Artur nodded slowly.

This is true. Yet we have definitive orders.

Indeed, indeed. Which is why, I, Magnolia Reinhart, am offering your crusade a substantial sum, be it in food, coin, or even Orefells productions, for you todelay your departure. I understand the Free Queen or Revalantor Klbkch has given you an order. Could I pay you to ignore it?

It was the most bald-faced attempt she had ever made, but Magnolia suspected the Antinium would not get a less-direct ploy. They stood there so silently she saw Theofore, holding the scrying orb, tense.

Ready to run. But the Antinium broke the frozen moment without reaching for their blades. After a long, long silence, one of them spoke. Zimrah.

We can do that?

There it was. The first chink in the most united force to threaten Izril. Magnolia began speaking at once.

Dont think of it as disobeying exactly, Priest Zimrah. Consider it my counteroffer. Do your Antinium need better armor? Potions? Orefell has a lot of jade, very beautiful material. A single days delay, perhaps more? And might I add that it seems unreasonable for a single Antinium to be executed for your noble actions.

It does.

Theogrin murmured. Magnolia nodded repeatedly.

Let me simply say this, Antinium of the Free Hive. Nay, Crusaders of the Free Hive. If ever you should feel that your lives are in jeopardy upon return to the Hive of Liscor, there are alternatives. You may politely refuse such impossible commands, and I personally will offer you support. At the very least, enough food to maintain separation from the Hive without issue! Let us discuss the issue, and I will leave each of you with a token that you might contact me or my people at any time.

She settled back as the Antinium nodded, and Ressa squeezed her shoulder hard. The army of Antinium would create problems; they could not stay around Orefell long, and the risk of a Human force taking shots at them was high, but if they could stay intact, even diminishedMagnolia locked her eyes on the Antinium. The first group of disobedient Antinium to the will of a Queen.

The day was full of strange events. Pisces Jealnet had known, the moment the Antinium showed up, that the world would never be the same.

He hadnt expected Magnolia Reinhart. Or for Rags to become a Goblin [Mercenary]. Or for the crusade to stay around Orefell, but then againwhat was the [Governor] supposed to do?

She had a city full of people whod lost possessions or abandoned their homes, now looting, the stragglers returning, arguing, blaming people whod fled their postsshe had already asked Gershal and the [Brigadier] to help restore order.

Worse, there were Eater Goats and that damn Void Goat on the loose. Heck, five Gargoyles were a Gold-rank threat. So when she accepted Magnolia Reinharts offer to keep the Free Antinium here, only the rest of the world was surprised and outraged.

It turned out the Antinium crusade was willing to be paid to hang around and slay monsters. In fact, their Workers could even help repair and build. What they ended up doing all this for was amusing, though.

Four wagonloads of jade? What do Antinium want with jade?

It was a handsome sum. Uncut, unpolished jade panned from the rivers was one of Orefells exports. When Pisces heard it via Ksmvr, he was confused. It was worth a lotbut Ksmvr had to explain the idea.

The [Crusaders] believe the Free Queen and Liscor may accept it in return for their actions. There is a precedent.

What precedent?

Yvlon Byres was eying the black-clad [Assassin] carrying Magnolia Reinharts scrying orb on a tour of the Antinium camp. Ksmvr replied as if it were obvious.

Each time Liscors army has marched, it traditionally sends back the spoils of a large campaign to the city.

You meanLiscors mercenary army?

Yvlons mouth opened, and Pisces snorted. Ksmvr just nodded seriously.

Commander Artur has claimed that as he is an officer of Liscors army, he is technically Liscors army as the Antinium have been accepted as a fighting force of Liscor. Hehopes that will prevent their censure.

Antinium logic. It might even work. Pisces just wondered why Magnolia Reinhart of all people was being so helpful. Then he wondered if Erin had anything to do with this.

Then, Magnolia Reinhart came their way, and the [Necromancer] nearly fell into the campfire. The [Assassin] walked over, and Yvlon rose, and Ksmvr poked Ceria awake as the half-Elf rolled out of her sleeping bags.

Whis it time to eat? Magnolia Reinhart?

Hello, Horns of Hammerad! Ksmvram I pronouncing that right?Pisces, Ceria, and dear niece Yvlon! It has been a while! Youve grown up. And you, dear child, your arms! You should have told me you were in need, but you leveled out of the problem. Classic House Byres. Is Ylawes avoiding me? I thought I saw him running to the side.

Aunt Magnolia?

Yvlon stuttered. Out of all the people, Magnolia Reinhart had singled out their team! Pisces remembered Ressa collecting Ryoka, but Magnolia Reinhart was now staring at him.

He didnt like it. He bowed, and Ksmvr copied him as Ceria scratched at her head, then dipped a bow. Yvlon spoke slowly.

Itswonderful to hear your voice, Aunt.

Call me Magnolia, Yvlon! And I insist on doing likewise! I must say, it is such a treat to meet such a rising Gold-rank team. Much less to see my little niece as a fine adventurer! If I was in Celum or Invrisil, I would have to have you at my estates. Alas, you might have heard Im in Oteslia.

The entire continent knows.

Ceria muttered a bit too loudly. Magnolia focused on her, and the half-Elf jumped.

Pardon me, Miss Springwalker. I know, I made a fuss. I just wanted to introduce myself, especially to Yvlon, and convey my personal thanks for your bravery today. It will not go unnoticed, I promise. Spoken Vow, the Pact, the Halfseekers, and the Silver Swords are all credits to your rank.

Thank you, Lady Reinhart.

Ceria blushed faintly, and Pisces couldnt help but interject.

This gratitude would not happen to be material, would it, Lady Reinhart?

Yvlon kicked him, prompting Ksmvr to do the exact same. Magnolia glanced at Pisces and put a finger to her lips.

Adventurer Pisces. Rather forwards of you.

Er, I apologize for

Fortunately, forwards befits a Gold-rank adventurer. And you are quite right. How about this? I cant tell how much of that new <Quest> bounty you were paid, but in honor of your deeds, I will have a word with the Mages Guild and Wistram. I believe its two thousand gold pieces on your head, Adventurer Pisces? I will have it removed by the end of the week, regardless of the price. I can do nothing about Roshal; they do not bandy words with me, but that bounty will be cleared, and I will have the [Mercenaries] of Izril aware of that fact.

Pisces blinked and stuttered.

Thethe bounty? You can do that? But it was posted in Terandria and

And this is Izril and the Five Families hold some sway. I am aware of Wistramsshenanigans. Frankly, if Archmage Nailihuaile were still alive, it might be harder, but she is not, and I would like to prove my sincerity. I hope you will remember it if I should be in need of competent service in the future.

Of course, Lady Reinhart! I mean, AuntMagnolia. Thank you!

Yvlon nodded again, and Magnolia smiled and raised a hand.

I wont keep you long. I know how tiring it is to deal with the nobilitywell, the boring nobility, pardon me, Yvlon. Do remember me to your mother, and tell Ylawes I am not some ravening beast.

Except for sugar.

Who said that? Magnolia looked peeved, and Yvlon choked as the [Maid] leaned over. The [Assassin] bowed, and, giving Pisces a look of long agony behind his masked expression, trotted off to meet someone else.

Whew. That is one crazy [Lady].

Ceria exhaled after a moment. Yvlon went to kick her, but the half-Elf skipped out of the way.

Ceria! Shes got ears everywhere!

So? Shes speaking to us. Were on her list, Yvlon. We just talked with one of the most powerful [Ladies] in the north. She was headhunting us for requests in the future.

Ceria rubbed at her head, somehow the least astonished of everyone. Pisces blinked. That was what shed done, wasnt it? Done them a favorremoved his bounty? Ceria shook her head.

This is wild. The norths never going to be the same. Magnolia in bed with Antinium and Goblins?

Ceria, I swear to Silver Dragons

A peal of laughter came from the scrying orb in the distance, and Ceria actually ducked behind Yvlon. The [Armsmistress] put a warning fist on Cerias head.

Someday, your tongue is going to get you into trouble, Ceria.

And your fists dont?

Yvlon began to chase Ceria around, and Pisces exhaled. It was becoming night again, and where had the day gone?

Chatting to [Crusaders], watching the news, watching people file back into Orefell and thank himhim!

And catching up with the other teams. But through it all, the Horns watched Pisces, their friend who had suffered in Roshal. Case in point, even now, while Yvlon chased Ceria into camp, Ksmvr stayed with Pisces. His people were all around him, but he followed Pisces around as the [Necromancer] looked about for someone else to talk to. Perhaps the Dwarves.

Ksmvr, you can go elsewhere if you wish.

He turned his head after two minutes of Ksmvr following his steps perfectly, like some game where you copied someone. It was so entertaining that two other Workers and a Goblin had followed Pisces like a living centipede.

I cannot, Comrade Pisces. If Roshal attacks you, I must kill them. I will not let them grab you again, I promise.

Pisces turned to look at the [Skirmisher]s serious face. He halted and patted Ksmvr on the shoulder.

They wont attack here, Ksmvr.

They could. I should be vigilant.

I appreciate itbut you should relax.

Ksmvr hesitated, then patted Pisces on the head. The [Necromancer] scowled, but lightly.

Ksmvr, stop that.

May I scratch you under the chin?

I am not a cat.

You may still enjoy it.

The [Necromancer]s lips twitched, and then he was off, striding through the crowd. He had, of course, met countless people over the course of the day. The [Brigadier], with her mustache, the [Crusaders], including the one who had Erins glory fire. But it was, as always, home which sometimes called to him.

The Dwarves of Derthal-Vel were packing up to leave. The few hundred that had come had collected their dead, and Pisces smile sombered as he saw a cart loaded with bodies. In fact, two adventurers were hanging around, helping the Dwarves load up and prepare their dead.

Selphids. Jelaqua was gently spreading something over a face.

Itll keep them. Watch out for carrion, but we cant do much about death magic. Maybe Pisces can?

Field Captain Rlint glanced up. It said something about the Dwarves armor and tactics that there were only two wagonsbut it was two too many. Many Dwarves had their helmets under their arms, and Pisces saw tears.

And Dawil. That Garuda, Peki, too. The [Field Captain] gave Pisces a slow nod.

Adventurer Pisces. I know you. Were transporting our fallen back. If we were pressed for time or safety, wed take possessions, but there are wagons, and Orefells granted us some horses. We hope to send them all the way to Dwarfhome, but its a task.

Thats a long way. Can youput them in bags of holding?

Thats what I said. The problem is they have so much armor onand asking them to strip the bodies is, um

Jelaqua whispered to Pisces. Rlint nodded somberly.

We wont do that here. Better to march to Dwarfhome, with respect. We have some gel Captain Jelaqua was kind enough to give us, and there are customs our people in Dwarfhalls Rest can perform; some will meet us on the road.

Youre leaving now?

The [Field Captain] nodded. He chuckled into his beard tiredly.

We are on a time limit. The sooner we can get to Dwarfhalls and properly settle it the better. The Goblins

He cast a glance at Rags and her tribe and shook his head.

Have mostly abandoned the mountain, as I understand it. Some might be there, but that Chieftain Rags has told us theyll likely flee, and there is no powerful tribe remaining. I have orders to return. But if you knew how to suppress the death magic and the chances of undead

That would be the worst thing, and Pisces hesitated. Splitting up the bodies was better, but he thought quickly.

There has to be at least one [Gravetender] in Orefell. Theyll have gravesalt. Or askYlawes Byres.

The Silver Swords Captain?

Dawil glanced up, confused, and Pisces nodded.

Gravesalt is salt, ash, silverit suppresses death magic. Ahyou could get some potted plants. Put them in the center of the wagon.

Potted plants?

Even Jelaqua hadnt heard of that, but Pisces elaborated.

Living beings and the earth make it harder for undead to rise. Plants eat death magic.

A [Gravetender], gravesalt, and plants. Thatll work. Thank you, Adventurer. Do you hail from Noelictus? I heard you were from the home continent.

Rlint nodded at Pisces as he flagged someone over to find the materials. The [Necromancer]s smile wavered, buthe had already talked about Roshal. Ksmvr patted Pisces on the head and got a mild swat.

Not Noelictus, Field Captain. As a matter of factI come from Ailendamus. Not that I have strong ties to the Kingdom of Glass and Glory.

It was the first time he had ever said that. Even Jelaqua looked surprised, but Rlint just nodded thoughtfully.

Not a home for [Necromancers].

No indeed. Nor was it Ailendamus proper; mine was a province absorbed in recent years.

Ah. That explains it. Well, you are a friend to Dwarves, Adventurer. This has been a striking meeting. I am sorry to leave, but I will remember it. Nor do I think marching to fight at Orefell was wrong.

The Dwarf said that even as he stood before the lines of bodies. Pisces nodded slowly, and Rlint looked at the Antinium.

Goblins. Antinium. The kindness of Selphids, and a [Necromancer]s wisdom. We even had that [Priest] of the Antinium come here and bless our dead. I dont know what their Heaven is, but if its the opposite of Rhir, may our kin rest there.

Strange times indeed. Pisces nodded and stepped back, but only after shaking hands with a number of Dwarves. Peki did likewise.

I will tell Merrik I met you all. He was crying. Which is why I came.

Rlint actually laughed at that.

Tell him to visit, and well all buy him a round! Dwarfhalls Rest will be sending Dwarfsteel before winters first snows, my oath on it! All of you are welcome to visit!

And you to visit Liscor! Or Invrisil or Celumits all connected. Just mention you met us at The Wandering Inn, and I promise you, youll get a warm welcome and a free meal.

Jelaqua grinned, and the Dwarves looked up. Rlints gaze sharpened.

Ah, theres a name Ive heard. I promise well do that. For nowAdventurer Dawil, an honor. Get that axe looked at by Master Pelt. If anyone can mend itits him. Otherwise, you may need to go home.

That I know.

Dawil spoke solemnly, and all the Dwarves filed past him. Pisces was curious because he knew the axe they meant, but Rlint just shook his head.

A sign of the times. Not your fault. But a signwell, you are a Gold-rank adventurer. Youve earned a meeting and a tale. Grandfathers blessings on all.

Then, one more round of handshakes and they were marching off.

Poor bastards. They came, fought for Orefell, and now theyre leaving without so much as a wagonload of jade. Dwarves are too nice. Im gonna cry.

Jelaqua was quieter than Ceria. She produced a handkerchief and blew her nose into it.

Did someone offer?

Pisces wasnt sure if theyd missed their opportunity, but Dawil walked over, hands in his pockets.

Nah, they refused it outright. Its a bit of politics; shows they want to be good neighbors. But the rest is pride. They can call every Dwarf who fell here a hero who went without reward to fight the monsters. Theyll go home upon the shields. But yes. Thanks for helping, Jelaqua.

Dont mention it. At least we gave them some of the skins.

That caught Pisces ears.

Skins?

Gargoyle hide.

Jelaqua clarified. She pointed over to the battlefield where the insects and carrion had finally descended, and Pisces saw Humans with masks, Antinium, and Goblins all performing the nasty task of working with rotting flesh.

A bunch of Bossel hides. Thats the toughest of the lot. It might still lose to Dwarfsteel, but itll be a bit lighter, and they know how to tan it. So do the Goblins.

Pisces knew each monster had its value, and while the Eater Goats werent worth much aside from their teeth and hides like regular goats, Bossels and Gargoyles had hide that made armor better than leather.

Speaking of which, it seemed like Orefell was reclaiming some of its losses from the Gargoyles. They left the flesh alone, and the bones, but the hides were being carted to Orefell for tanning. Though itd be a high-level [Tailor] or [Armorer] who could work it.

That gave Pisces a thought. Amidst the falling night, he gazed at the battlefield and stared at all thosebones.

Lovely bones. In fact, Gargoyle bones, which were notoriously tough. Pisces had always suffered from a lack of good bones. The Mothbears were still a mainstay of his collection, and hed left an entire Warbear with his Skeleton Lord back on Chandrar.

They were still active. But Gargoyle bones? Pisces glanced around innocently, then two things happened.

The first was that someone spoke in his head. A telepathic voice of a great, dangerous being that made goosebumps ripple down Pisces spine.

The second was that someone spoke out loud. A shivering shout coming from the north of outrage, malice, and fury.

The Necromancer, Azkerash, spoke to Pisces alone.

Young Pisces. I have seen your battle against the monsters of the High Passes. You have done well.

He sounded almost pleased. On the other hand, the Named-rank Adventurerwho roared so loudly everyone flinched and Jelaqua groanedwas decidedly unhappy.

GOBLINS.

The Selphid put two fingers in her ears.

Oh, dead gods damnit. Who invited him? Its Merdon!

Who?

Then Pisces realized who it was. The Named-rank adventurer. Crowdcaller Merdon was coming from the north, and he had recognized some old foes.

personal congratulations. Did you fareTHE DAMN GOBLINSBossels quite handily? IPREPARE FOR BATTLE!return to Izril.

Pisces simultaneously got both people speaking in his ears and heard exactly none of both conversations. He spoke, half to Jelaqua, half to Azkerash.

Its Crowdcaller Merdon! Hes going to attack Rags tribe?

Crowdcaller Merdon? One second

Pisces thought he actually heard the Necromancer get a bit of the operatic voice ragingit sounded like an echo of Merdons shouting. So now deafened physically and mentally, Pisces was turning to what might be a bad battle.

Bad, because Merdon was the best person to attack a huge number of people. Even armies feared his voice, and it might have been why he had come to fight the Gargoyles and Eater Goats.

If so, he was two days late. And the Goblins were not a threat. Worsehe might go after the Antinium!

We have to stop him. Dawilcome on.

Jelaqua pounded ahead, and Ksmvr followed as the Necromancer spoke testily.

I see. This is an opportune time. Do you know any [Hush] spells, Necromancer Pisces?

Only paltry ones, Archmage. [Silence]

Merdons next shout blew through the entire spell. Azkerashs whisper cut through the voice.

Yes. A Named-rank adventurer can defeat basic spells. Try this. [Hush].

And then there was silence. Pisces looked around, rattled. He still heard Merdons voice, but dimmed. It wasnt perfect, but

Did youcast that through me, Archmage Chandler?

The Necromancers voice was amused.

Hardly.You and I are not linked. I merely cast a long-range spell centered upon your location. Even the Archmages of Wistram can perform this trick.

He said that as if it were normal, and Pisces suspected Archmage Feor would have to do more than justspeak a spell to have it done so quickly. He dipped his head and hesitated.

He was afraid of Azkerash. It occurred to Pisces this altercation was the perfect excuse.

I fear I may be needed elsewhere, Archmage. I, ah, must support my team, and an altercation would be dangerous to all.

Hm. Perhaps. Hold one moment. It may not come to that. Named-rank or not, it seems this Crowdcaller does not want to die.

Pisces hurried in the direction of Merdon and saw the Named Adventurer had stopped screamingand stopped his assault on Rags tribe.

Mostly because he was facing an army of annoyed [Crusaders] who were getting tired of his shouting. The Named-Rank adventurer and his Gold-rank supporters were a tiny knot compared to thousands of Antinium. Even if they thought Merdon was a match for themhe was quailing in the face of someone else.

Crowdcaller Merdon, you are late, and this shouting is hurting my ears! I have paid you your fee for your efforts, but there is no more fighting to be done. Much less here!

Magnolia Reinharts voice was coming out of her speaking stone as her [Assassin] trotted forwards. A furious adventurer wearing armor strode towards her, and the two embarked in a heated discussion.

She must have hired him to assault the horde. Predictably, he dragged his feet for what he assumed was a grand entrance and a weakened force. Or perhaps he was simply incapable of moving this fast from Tenbault.

Azkerash was both urbanely amused and disdainful. Pisces couldnt fault the analysis either; if Ylawes and his team had made it, Merdon could have roused himself to join the battle. Nevertheless, it seemed like the Goblins, already moving towards their Wyverns, werent in as much danger with Magnolia Reinhart present.

Still, Pisces saw Rags mounting up and suspected she wouldnt risk it. Which meant Dwarves and Goblins were heading away from the fighting. Pisces realized this was the perfect moment to sidle back to the battlefield.

It was dark, and the people working on harvesting the Gargoyles paid him no mind as Azkerash discussed the battle with Pisces.

Your team was, as ever, at the forefront of the fighting. I took some small note, as a Void Eater Goat is an interesting monster.

Was he mocking Pisces? The [Necromancer] had been in the fighting, but he had felt like part of the effort, not the center.

We wereless adept against so many monsters than we could have hoped, Great Necromancer.

Pisces subvocalized. Azkerash laughed quietly.

Your team stood out nevertheless. As for the Void Eater Goatthat was a dangerous threat. They have been known to eat even Level 50 adventurers, although that is the required level range to handle them. You observed the weakness in their ability to generate their void spell?

Is it possible to circumvent that ability when its active, Archmage?

Pisces wavered as he bent over the remains of a corpse. Probably a Bossel. He bent, and bones emerged from the bloody flesh. Despite his reservations, the great Necromancer was a fount of knowledge, and in their brief talks, Pisces learned a lot.

Of course. Exceedingly difficult, but the goat cannot eat everything. Although I might note that even if your [Cryomancer] tried to freeze itshe might fail. It can swallow temperature, it is highly resistant, and it can hurl the contents of its stomach as a last-ditch resort. When facing one, it might behoove you to learn a spell rather like the Crowdcaller.

Sonic-based attacks?

Just so. [Death Wail]. Do you have the requisite spell among your studies?

Pisces thought of the Djinnis spellbook and shook his head.

No, Great Necromancer.

Hm. Intriguing. I may have the time to locate a scroll. And I note you are collecting Gargoyle bones. Most perspicacious. Have you advanced past your Bone Behemoth attempts?

As a matter of fact

Pisces had not discussed Ivery and the Skeleton Lord mishaps, but when Azkerash heard about the [Ritual of the Lord of Bones], he actually chuckled. Pisces was so astounded that he stopped stuffing bones into his bag of holding like a thief in the night.

Great Archmage?

Ahit is nothing. It is simply that the, ah, ritual failing is a common mistake most [Necromancers] make. There are no instructions, and more than one [Necromancer] has fused a lot of valuable gemstones into their Skeleton Lord or bound less-than-helpful objects to them. I knew quite a few who did the exact same thing as you.

Pisces was fascinated.

Really?

Oh, quite. It used to be a joke in Silvaria that a [Necromancer]s first Skeleton Lord went into battle with an empty mug of beer or a quill. Armed with whatever pastimes they were about when they snatched the nearest object at hand. One Skeleton Lord was once sighted wearing some pantaloons by a young [Necromancer] caught in a romantic fling

Pisces was trying not to laugh. He was so caught up in the story as he took Gargoyle bones that he didnt notice the patrol before Vaunts [Soldiers] were shining a lantern at him.

Halt, thief!

The [Necromancer] froze, and Azkerash cut off as a squad of Humans with spears surrounded him.

Imjust walking around at night!

He hid the bag of holding behind him as an old, familiar panic crept up. Oh, dead gods! Why hadnt he gone invisible? Idiot! You idiot

He was about to run and deal with the consequences later when something unprecedented happened. One of the [Soldiers] saw Pisces and called out.

Wait! Wait, its Adventurer Pisces! The Horns!

Oh. Sorry, Adventurer Pisces! Of course, hes a [Necromancer]

The shining lantern light dimmed, and a somewhat embarrassed [Sergeant] saluted.

Just checking that no scavengers or [Rogues] are stealing the monster parts, sir! We forgot a [Necromancer] was about. Uhtaking bones? Bodies?

Justjust bones.

Azkerash was silent as Pisces felt as flustered as could be. Stealing from graveyards or battlefields was a very [Necromancer] thing to do, and it earned them a terrible reputation, but the awkward soldiers just nodded.

For that Frostmarrow Behemoth. I should imagine you need more. We actually have a pile of bones from the harvesting, sir. Hundreds. We could direct you to them?

Really?

What.

Azkerash was as stunned as Pisces. The [Necromancer] actually found himself walking with a squad who were too keen to offer him the largely useless bones.

Some [Alchemists] want them, and the dogsre slavering over them, but bones arent good for much, sir. And if its between them and youhelp yourself. I apologize if we startled you.

Ernot at all, good [Sergeant]. I quite understand.

Pisces felt off-kilter, and the [Sergeant] smiled, then he coughed.

Speaking of which, if those were your undead, we apologize for destroying them. Just when we see any zombies rising, goats or Gargoyles

The adventurer was rapidly warming to the [Soldiers] of Vaunt. Not only was the [Lieutenant] a brave fellow, they were quite decent folk. So he was only too keen to smile around.

Oh, not at all. Those would be natural undead. Direct them to me if they are dangerous, by all means. I would put them down as quickly as you.

The [Sergeant] nodded, clearly relieved.

As we thought, sir. But those Gargoyle zombies were rising fast. And some were even coming out of the bone pile. We almost burned the lot.

That is quick. Then againit was a bloody battlefield.

Pisces frowned, but as they reached the bone-pile hed been promised, the [Sergeant] cursed.

Dead gods damnit! Theres another one! Spears up!

Pisces caught sight of a skeletal Gargoyle, still glistening with bits of flesh, stomping away from the pile of bones. A few [Soldiers] were racing away, calling for backup, but the undead skeleton didnt pay attention to them. A glowing red flame in both sockets, it was walking towards the distant hilltop and forest. And Piscesfroze.

If you want to do something, Adventurer, sir, now would be a great time! Not that we cant handle one, but they are big.

Indeed, the Gargoyle was still nine feet tall even without flesh, and it had thick bones. It was a powerful minion for even Pisces; if he summoned skeleton Gargoyles instead of regular humanoid skeletons, hed have a powerful fighting force.

And it would be just the thing for a low-level [Necromancer]. Which was why Pisces stared at the animated Gargoyle skeleton, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

That wasnt a natural animation at all. Normal skeletons didnt rise this fast, not on a patrolled battlefield. Even if they did, theyd be attacking the wary soldiers at once.

Just how many skeletons did you see rising, [Sergeant]?

Pisces murmured, and the [Sergeant] scowled.

No less than sixteen today and yesterday! Popped up like flies, but I heard the Antinium were knocking them down constantly. We took over, and its been nonstop. Caught a few people running around too. Stealing hides and the like.

It was entirely possible that some of Orefells unscrupulous citizens were doing just that, but Pisces had another, sudden suspicion. Ironically, it was Azkerash who didnt get it.

A poor animation spell. Simple, and it is bound to a distant location. Long-range, no doubt. I sense multiple sources. Could this be?

Pisces reminded himself that Azkerash had been born and raised in Silvaria. Even if he had become the terror of Terandria, he had never been a [Necromancer] in the modern era.

In other words, he didnt know that most [Necromancers] were famous carrion-scavengers of graveyards instead of being awarded bones. Pisces gazed at the animated skeleton and felt nostalgic.

Oh, the old raise-and-run. And a few idiots probably had a cheap bag of holding. If they made it in and out, they might have a free Eater Goat zombie or Gargoylebut they probably hadnt realized their bags of holding were too small to hold an entire Gargoyle corpse. That was why you went for bones, you idiots. Far more portable.

He pointed at the Gargoyle moving away and casually crooked his finger. The neck-bone cracked, and the entire skeleton dropped into pieces.

A perfect move for someone who understood how animation spells worked. Pisces sensed the magic flee, and the [Sergeant] jumped.

Thats amazing, sir! Makes our efforts look way too hard!

He only sounded a bit begrudging. Pisces coughed into his sleeve.

Purely a [Necromancer] ability, I assure you, [Sergeant]. My teammates would have to hack or blast it apart.

Well, if you wouldnt mind doing that for a few more?

The [Sergeant] sounded hopeful, and that was how Pisces found himself on defense-duty for the corpses. By now, hed realized there were at least a few [Necromancers] trying to steal powerful bodies for their work, but Pisces didnt realize how many there were until he concentrated.

Eight. Eight of them. You sense them too.

Yes, of course.

Pisces murmured as he put down another Gargoyle with a point of the finger. No less than eight [Necromancers] of various lower levels seemed to be out there. A few fled Vaunts patrols as they noticed more figures skulking around, and Pisces hit one of the fleeing figures with a [Sticky Webs] spell.

But that just turned out to be a [Thief], who was quickly dragged off for trying to cut some Bossel hide off in the dark. Not an easy task for an amateur.

Nevertheless, so many [Necromancers] was odd. One or two? Definitely, for this region. But eight wasnt a mistake. It spoke to Pisces of an organized group.

A cabal. A term for a group of [Necromancers] or [Cultists] or a mix of the unsavory classes working together. Pisces had met a few in Izril on his way south, but they didnt tend to last long. He suspected this group would run off, but to his surprise, they only got bolder. In factthe first undead attack began no less than thirty minutes after he began helping Vaunt.

Skeletons! Zombies! Ten of them are attacking!

Pisces heard the [Sergeant] curse, and he ran to find ten undead Gargoyles and a bunch of Eater Goats biting at some [Soldiers]. He put them down fast as an Antinium ran into the fighting and swung a mace.

Crusader 53s [Weapon of Faith] blew apart a skeletons head as if it were made of paper. Pisces blinked, but then saw more undead rising.

Whats going on? Some kind of undead horde?

The [Sergeant] glanced at Pisces, but the [Necromancer] was wavering. Did he play it off or let those idiots kill some of these soldiers? He was angry, and he realized why.

Azkerash put it best.

A [Necromancer] is no monster by definition, but these scavengers threaten to injure brave warriors at rest. They are a disgrace to the class. I am tempted torectify their presence.

That was it. They were causing trouble, raising undead that could hurt or injure people, even if they were Zombies, just to gather their bones. Pisces brows snapped together, and he began snapping necks left and right. The undead tumbled down as the [Sergeant] and Crusader 53 stared at Pisces in respect.

I believe we have a confluence of death magic, [Sergeant]. Permit meaccess to your bone pile? I believe I can solve both issues at once.

Whats the second issue? The [Sergeant] was only too grateful to pull back his forces. Pisces stepped over to the bone pile and busied himself for a second. Then he stepped back and calmly lit the rest of the bones on fire.

It wasnt hard to get them burning. A sustained [Flame Jet] spell and they began to crackle and smoke. The marrow and other grease lit fast enough. Pisces kept pouring on the flames until the entire pile was alight, and he turned.

That should do it. Their target was gone, and while there were bodies, it was a clear message. He was about to make some excuses and head out when Pisces head snapped back around.

You arrogant, petty little

He shouted into the night to the confusion of the Humans and Antinium when something charged out of the darkness. Pisces saw an undead coming straight for him as some enraged [Necromancer] or cabal of them directed a foe at him.

Pitiful.

Azkerashs voice was filled with disdain. Pisces didnt know what it was, but he felt an actually dangerous undead coming at high-speed towards him. Something on the level ofa Bone Horror. Maybe with more magic in it, a custom-built undead.

It would have pressed him if he were at the level when he first met Erin, but right now, Pisces was about to throw a [Shatterbolt] and kick the rest of the bones apart with his shoes. He was so angry at whomever these rogue [Necromancers] were because they reminded him of, wellhim.

Thoughtless. Greedy. And uncaring for the sacrifice of Vaunt and the Dwarves and the others. Pisces leveled his ring, and then he blinked. He said something at the same time as Azkerash repeated it in his head.

Acat?

Cat?

Pisces saw the undead burst into the firelight as the [Soldiers] cried out. He looked at a loping beast, six feet tall along its arched spine, its skull perfectly configured not to resemble a skull, but the actual features ofa housecat.

A giant bone housecat bared its fangs and leapt towards Pisces. The [Necromancer] blinked, [Flash Stepped] sideways as it whirled, and hesitated.

No way.

The animal leaptand he snapped its neck. The entire bone creation went down, and Pisces stared down at the carefully-shaved bone. The articulated ears. Dead gods, someone had even carved whiskers into the huge head.

What is that, sir?

Ana spontaneous cat undead. Very common in some parts of the world.

A what?

The [Soldiers] gave Pisces a long look, but he bent down and then glanced up into the distance.

The [Necromancers] were throwing a fit. Not only had they lost most of the bones theyd hoped to loottheir best undead was gone.

She was going berserk, and the rest of the cabal hunkered down.

My personal undead! Who is that bastard down there? Ill kill him! Were raising Ghouls!

Come onthey know were here, and they have horses. Lets go, Ama.

One of them whispered, but three of the newest members were hesitating. Death magic from below. It could be those Ants or an adventurer, but they thought it might be someone else using death magic. They werent good at sensing; no one here had been to Wistram, but if sohadnt a certain team gone to Orefell?

It was rare any of them got in range of a scrying orb, so they only knew of the battle from people fleeing, and theyd obviously come for corpses. Whose? It didnt matter. But their angry leader had lost her temper.

Link up! Were raising a Ghoul, and you three are grabbing corpses. Wewait a second. Whats that?

All eight froze as, below, the empty grass of the night began to move. Just once, a flatteningbut then another one twelve feet distant. It was faint, but the moonlight was good, and their already-paranoid instincts flared.

Invisible adventurer! Run!

The [Necromancers] leapt to their feet in a terror. They were made! They turnedand Pisces appeared, a [Light] spell in his hands.

He had a rapier in one hand, and he caught all eight, wearing robes of various hues of black, skulking in the grass. One of them leapt for cover and tripped and face-planted into the grass.

Adventurer! Run and meet at the hideout!

A scream, but then one of the youngest [Necromancers] actually tore the mask from her face.

Wait! Stop, stopAdventurer Pisces! Its us! Remember?

One of the three [Necromancers] whod gotten his autograph in Invrisil held up their hands. Pisces stared down at them, and his rapier lowered. Not that it had ever really risen. He looked down at the cabal and sighed.

I knew it.

The eight frozen [Necromancers] stared at the most famous [Necromancer] of Izril. Pisces rubbed at his face.

If it was anyone but me, you would be dead. Ylawes Byres wouldnt even wait for a [Guardsman]. Raising undead to attack soldiers? Are you? Nevermind. I was a young [Necromancer] too, but this is ridiculous. Leave.

He pointed at them, and the eight [Necromancers] looked at each other. He, a Gold-rank adventurer, executioners of their class, had spotted them and?

Pisces?

One of the masked, hooded figures whispered. Pisces was fumbling around in his bag of holding. Then, to their astonishment, he dumped a pile of huge Gargoyle bones on the ground.

There. Half. Try not to cause trouble, will you? Who made the giant cat? That was halfway artful.

He glanced around, and the three fans of his looked around. ThenPisces Jealnet saw the leader of the coven slowly move. She stepped forwards and tugged the hood off her face. The mask fell, and Pisces blinked as someone scowled up at him.

Pale, virtually bone-white features from the chalk on her face. Shed even colored her nose black to mimic a skeleton. Pisces nearly dropped his rapier as the leader of the cabal, the owner of the giant cat undead, spoke with a snap.

Youyou call that halfway artful? If Gewilena or Feren had done that, youd call it a masterpiece. Youyou

His eyes bulged. Pisces mouth opened, and he gobbled as he pointed at her. He was as shocked as she wasalthough everyone had told her it was Pisces, she had denied he could be alive. It was someone else. She was the only survivor from the massacre aside from Feren.

Pisces pointed at a completely different face, far older, years apart. But the makeup was the same, and the artistry in bone?

He whispered a name from his childhood. From the first cabal he had ever joined as he looked her in the eye.

Ama?

A strangers face peered back at him, just as uncertain. Someone Pisces had never thought to see again, framed in nostalgia and grief and

A complete stranger. A woman, not a girl, far changed from sneaking out of her mothers shop with alchemical supplies to put on makeup with Gewilena that her village and family wouldnt approve of.

She looked at Pisces with much the same expression. How had she come here, to Izril, stealing bones? And hehow had he become a Gold-rank adventurer, defending soldiers from the undead?

He wanted to reach out and hug her, but she was just as tense as the cat-skeleton shed always carried with her, that silently-hissing menace that scratched everything, a barely-controlled housecat shed loved to death. But when Pisces saw her

Youre alive. Everyone else was executed. I saw Gewilenas

Yeah. I heard they got you.

Did anyone else?

Suddenly, the question was red-hot on Pisces tongue. All his certainties were gone, and Ama hesitated.

I dont know where they are. How are you here? A Gold-rank adventurer working with House Byres and an Ant?

The rest of the [Necromancers] were silent, watching, and Pisces was aware of the unseen Azkerash in his head. He tried to speak through a dry throat, and behind him, he heard a voice.

This isnt right!

For a second, Pisces thought it was his inner self shouting it. Then he realized it was that odious fool, that poor excuse for a Named-rank Adventurer.

Crowdcaller Merdon. Despite the late hour, he was kicking up a second fuss. Pisces whirled as the [Necromancers] flattened themselves, but it wasnt them.

Merdon had heard the Antinium were getting a huge bounty of jade and a guard-contract. Pisces snapped back at Ama.

Well talk later. Hide before they see you! Ill find you later

His voice was met only by eight hooded figures running for the hills. Ama shouted back.

Ill find you.

Then she was gone. Cursing and determined to shove his rapier somewhere Merdon would find objectionable, Pisces stormed down the hill. He saw Merdon face-to-face with an unmoved Theogrin. But his voice was rising, and Pisces was well aware that if he couldnt take on an army, he could probably blow out everyones eardrums in a miles radius.

I could lend you a [Complete Hush] scroll to reprimand that fool, young Pisces.

Azkerash sounded as annoyed as Pisces. But Merdon was, wellbrave or foolhardy if nothing else. And as Shriekblade had said, that made a Named-rank Adventurer.

Merdon, calm down!

Ylawes was remonstrating with the man, but Merdon shoved the [Knight]s arms away. He struck his huge shield with a mace, creating a tremendous clash of metal that made everyone wince.

Calm down? The Antinium are infesting our lands, and you want me to tuck my tail behind my legs, Byres? An armys right here! If none of you have the stones to take them on, Ill do it myself! Any true Humans of the north will have my back. Do you think I fear a thousand Antinium? Ten thousand? I am Crowdcaller Merdon.

Ah, hells. His voice was getting louder. Pisces looked around for his team and saw Yvlon clenching a fist. Ceria was sidling around Merdon with what looked like icy earmuffs, lifting a wand casually. But all he had to do was shout.

The stalemate was about to turn ugly. All it took was someone casting a spell, and the Antinium would charge or defend themselves. And a Named-rank Adventurer was a hard foe. Pisces was about to take Azkerash up on his offer when the Necromancer said something.

Ah. That is concerning.

Pisces bit his tongue. Then he looked up and agreed.

Oh my. That is very concerning.

Merdons howling voice was still growing louder as he watched his corners, his team silently pleading with him not to get them into a bloodbath. But he was canny enough to notice Ceria on his side and other adventurers and Antinium watching him. He was so busy looking around, it took him a split-second longer to lookup. Straight up. It wasnt a direction most threats came from.

Shit.

Then the flying Antinium pointed down, and Merdons entire body flailed as his feet left the ground.

[Reverse Gravity].

Xrn, the Small Queen, watched Merdon go flying past her. The Named-rank Adventurer began to shoutthen he realized he was falling. Falling into the sky.

Go ahead and shout, Crowdcaller Merdon. I might drop you.

The Small Queen called out as he fell past her. The mans eyes were rolling wildly.

Merdon!

Ylawes shouted, and then he focused on Xrn, and the cry went up.

The Small Queen!

It wasuncertain. Unlike Klbkch or Wrymvr, Xrn was not as immediately dangerous looking. Immediatelyuntil you realized how shed gotten here. She had probably used the door to Celum or Invrisil, but the rest?

Only she could teleport and fly to this spot. Let alone with passengers.

Chesacre and Thaina were hugging the ground as some of the [Crusaders] stared at their mottled, colorful carapaces. The Small Queen glanced up as Merdon began to shout in alarm. He was currently a thousand feet up and flying higher.

[Defy Gravity].

He stopped, like a flailing balloon, high overhead. Xrn pointed up at him and then glanced down.

If he shouts or you move, I will [Disintegrate] him. Then every single adventurer with a weapon raised.

Instantly, everyone from Ceria to Merdons team lowered their weapons. Pisces himself hastily put his rapier down. Azkerash was silent in his mind as Xrn spoke, and that glowing radiance coming out of her head was mirrored by her eyes.

They were bright. They found Pisces, found Magnolia Reinhart, staring up with hostility and nervousness from Theofores shaking grip. They found Ceria, even the distant, fleeing [Necromancers]but they fixed on only one spot.

The Antinium. The [Crusaders], the [Templar], Embraim, Arturall of them, watching with fear and a kind of resignation. Here came the consequences, and unlike Klbkcheven Zimrah seemed uncertain how to stop her.

The Small Queen smiled. Magic crackled out of her mind, unformed, as she looked around. The Queens were in total uproar. So followed the north and south of Izril. But the Small Queen was smiling.

Smiling, as Klbkch watched her float there on the scrying orbs. He already knew what she would say, yet it still came as a shock. The Twisted Queen laughed, once, as she plucked a single Birther Sac and prepared it for transit.

A gift. A gift for

I am the Small Queen of the Antinium. Xrn, you call me. I declare myself the Queen of the Seventh Hive of the Antinium. I will lead this crusade of the Antinium. Send to me your Soldiers and Workers, arms and supplies. This army will have no home below ground. It shall take every cause it finds righteous. Do what you will, [Crusaders]. Live, level, die as you see fit. I will answer your foes with the fury that broke Rhirs walls.

She floated there as the [Crusaders] looked at each other. The Small Queens gaze brightened until a second sun of a hundred colors seemed to be floating just above the treetops. Slowly, Pisces looked up and realized what Azkerash had.

The Crusade of the Antinium was here to stay. Faith and steel and magic, for hire. Liscors famous army had competition.

Authors Note: Its going wrong. I said, Im writing these in two parts. Which I did. But the word count is notgoingdown.

Its going to tire me out. But I did edit two chapters as well, so this change in the writing schedule is working. With a huge asterix. Almost as big as Merdon flying through the sky.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Processing a battle is important. You cant just haul off to the next one without some kind of understanding. As for the other partswell, well see if we get back to it.

Witches, [Crusaders], and the side story poll oh my! I think Im good for at least two more chapters, but we will see how my energy holds. I would like to take my break earlier in the month to recover lost energy, but Im not feeling too bad so far. I just hope it can keep up.

Thanks for reading and enjoy the colors! Its soso hard to edit in when I post. Sigh.

Khoteizetrough by Enuryn the /Enuryn_Nat