Book 9: Chapter 38: TV (Pt. 1)

Book 9: Chapter 38: TV (Pt. 1)

During this week, ten events occurred in the world. Most were mundane or not immediately consequential in the grand scheme of things. They were justdetails. First steps that only made sense after the spinning ball of destiny was crashing downhill towards the pins of fate.

These ten occurrences were: a convening of ships at sea. An execution. A boxing match. An accusation in scarlet. A hiring of an employee. An assassination. A fine. A duel. A delivery service opening. And a crossing of borders.

As it so happened, two individuals would both interfere or witness or be tied to these events in some way, despite their occurrences across Izril and, in one case, overseas. These two individuals were, predictably, an Archmage and a Dragon.

The thing about getting older was that you never actually felt old. Your body and the face in the mirror might change, but at least, for her, the realization that she had white hair had come as a shock. Shed spent two months wondering if some magical accident had dyed her hair white and kept expecting to see the normal shade of blue return. Blue worked among brownthe results of magical heritage.

Valeterisa Imarris felt younger in the inn. The Haven made her forget she wasnt Valley, a [Mage] who was newly-graduated from Wistram Academy or here on vacation during the winter and summer for the free bread.

It made her forget who she wasuntil someone stared at her stealing bread from baskets. But the smack on the hand was familiar.

Archmage Valley, stop stealing bread from the free baskets.

I was hungry.

Larracel looked older, too. Shorter, or perhaps it was because she didnt have a pointed wizards hat or stride around with her team. She wore a servants outfit. But her warning scowl was the same.

Valeterisa reluctantly stopped stealing breadsticks out of the basket sitting on the table in front of the Gnoll family. A Gnoll boy was staring up at her, open-mouthed, and his parents looked nervous. Why?

Thought-Process #8 (Allegedly Common Sense): It might be that stealing breadsticks is unwelcome at this moment.

Thought-Process #2-5 (Main Valeterisa): But Im a fun young woman with an impish personality.

Thought-Process #8 (Allegedly Common Sense): This is no longer true. You are 65 years old.

Thought-Process #22 (Miscellaneous): You have an obligation in 7 minutes. Dont forget.

Thought-Process #1 (Life Support): Am I still breathing?

Valeterisa inhaled after a worryingly long pause. What came out of her mouth was not her internal stream of thoughts and the 22 different processes thanks to [Parallel Thoughts], her Skill that allowed her to divide up her intellect. It was simply the conclusion of all this background thought.

I dislike being old, Larracel.

The [Innkeeper] of the Adventurers Haven gave Valeterisa an unusually sympathetic look. Then she snagged Valeterisas ear before Thought-Process #9, Reflexes, could get Valeterisas head out of the way.

Come with me. Wheres your apprentice? I have breakfast right here.

Do I have to pay for it?

Valeterisa, you are rich.

Oh. Yes. So I am. Could you waive the fee anyways? Your inn is expensive.

In short order, Valeterisa was at a table under the mornings sun, and she blinked at the snowy mountains around her and then shivered.

Im cold.

It was winter. When had that happened? She stared up blankly at the clouds and the falling snow. Larracel, who was delivering a replacement basket of bread and some honey to the Gnoll family, turned and gave Valeterisa a suspicious look.

As if she didnt believe Valeterisa had missed the onset of winter. Yet it felt to Valeterisa as if shed woken up and the season had changed.

It reminded her of when Ryoka Griffin had woken her from her long imprisonment in her mind. And she had lost almost a decade.

That thought made all of Valeterisas other thoughts screech to a halt. And she decided in that moment she did not like her new organizational system.

Thought-Processes. All halt. All halt.

Twenty-two different thoughts all stopped running at the same time. Valeterisa blinked

Then she was herself again. No longer running twenty-two ways at oncebut focused. She looked up and realized she was cold because she was shivering. She wore the enchanted robes that marked her as Archmage of Izril. Someone had given them to her a long time ago, and shed had Archmage of Izril Valeterisa Imarris embroidered on them because it helped when meeting new people.

She was aware, though, that the cloth was cold because heating spells were not in the fabric. And the temperature made her shiver. In fact, she was shaking so badly that her hand wouldnt lift the spoon of hot souppumpkin with spices floating on top?to her mouth.

She was back. Like Fissival, Valeterisa was focused.

Limited.

Part of her instantly disliked the feeling of being present because some of these feelings were useless. Divided, she could do multiple things like handle [Messages] sent to her, work on magical spells, and more. But she had to admither Skill had its dangers.

Considerable dangers. She felt like she might have almost just fallen into the same trap as last time.

No more using that Skillfor now. Valeterisa looked around and focused on the people around her. Some were staring at her out of the corners of their eyes, at the Archmage of Izril. She blinked like an owl behind her spectacles as she stared right back and they pretended to be focused on their meal.

Then Valeterisa swiveled and heard Larracel speaking to the family shed been stealing bread from.

Im so sorry for the trouble. Hello, young football player.

Football? Did she know? Valeterisa whispered a custom spell shed implemented long ago.

[Display Memories: Factoid].

A variation on the [Recall Memory] spell. She might not deserve the class of [Archmage], but she was still a well-trained fundamentalist. She could alter spells, scribe them to scrolls, link spells, and convert mana between types.

All things any basic [Mage] of real Wistram would be able to do. But apparently, just being able to alter a spell at will from its basic functionality already put you at high magus level. Which was stupid.

Anyways. The spell shed altered popped up her own organized memories into a readable series of text over peoples heads. Anything she knew about them.

For instance, as Barnethei hurried past Larracel, she saw a popup.

Barnethei, age 17 age 34. Level 42 [Vice Innkeeper]. Most recent levelupencounter with Erin Solstice, possibly Trials of Zeladona. A huge fan of eating oranges. Can be bribed with Balerosian oranges. No longer the case; he can buy his own. Crush on Chierice. Shes dead. Enamored with Mihaela? Taken sword-lessons from Eld, Deni.

Wants to start his own inn. Can duplicate himself.

More facts popped up the longer she stared, but her realization that so much had changed was

Depressing.

This was why she disliked feeling this way. Valeterisa raised a finger.

[Clear Emotion]

She hesitated. This felt like another trap. She wanted to do it, but she vividly recalled not casting the spell much while she visited Fissival.

That had resulted, however unpleasantly, in her first levels in eight years. In great achievementand yes, considerable emotional damage.

But if you were going to put the possibility of levels and thus new spells and opportunity on a scale, Valeterisa would sacrifice almost anything for that. Soshe didnt cast the spell and felt unhappy.

Chierice the Gold-ish. A Gold-rank adventurer. That was the joke. Her motif as a [Merchant]s daughter had been to use cheap pyrite and gold paint to give herself an aesthetic. It had certainly earned her the name, and she had adventured, using the Haven as a base.

It had been fifteen years ago when she died. Who would remember her? Valeterisa distinctly recalled a younger man, new to working under Larracel, trying to flirt with her.

She looked around, and it didnt feel that long ago. Then Valeterisa focused on the Gnolls. She didnt know the older ones, but the younger one actually did have a memory text line.

Ekirra, Level ?? [Kicker]. 8 years old. Inquisitive. New class? Prone to stealing food with Mrsha.

Oh, so the boy was here for his first visit to the Haven. He was peering at her as Larracel smiled. Valeterisa shiveredthen took a quiet bite of soup.

Mm. Im cold.

She was cold. Drat. Barnethei had clearly been ordered to give her a coat, hence his approach. Although he was taking his time because everyone wanted to talk to the Innkeeper of the Haven.

This was the kind of understanding full-Valeterisa was afforded. Did it matter? No. Not really. Hence her often spooling off parts of her she didnt need, like the processing of smell, into working on other spells.

Alas. History does teach me that [Parallel Thoughts] has been the end of better [Mages] than I. Lost in their intelligence. Maybe Ill not use it for a while.

Which meant she was resigned to shivering. Valeterisa sighed and then had another thought worthy of an Archmage.

Wait a second. Im no longer Valley, a girl-student of Wistram. Right?

Right. Im old.

But with age came certain privileges. Like, for instanceValeterisa craned her head up and peered at the falling snow. It came out of a grey skythe High Passes north of her, towering, but receding into the distance.

Hmm. Where are we?

She had no idea. Valeterisa liked the look of the snowbut not the cold. The Havens upper floor with the outdoor seating had a lot of people bundled upor Gnolls with their handy furbut they had put out several braziers in an attempt to beat the cold.

Valeterisa could do one better. She aimed a finger straight up, and Barnethei broke off talking with a young boy demanding to know why he couldnt access the Pub of Best Moments. He strode overtoo late.

Archmage Valeterisa

Lets see. [Fixed Spell]. [Empowered Casting]. [Dome of Heat].

It was just a Tier 3 spell. [Dome of Heat] normally had a radius of ten feet around you and about five feet over your head. Valeterisa pumped mana into it and realized two things.

Firstlyher magic felt more powerful than it used to. As if it were doing more with less.

[My Mana Runs Thick as Blood]. It feltviscous. Like the difference between oil and watera denser and thus more efficacious mana pool.

Secondas the [Dome of Heat] rose, a shimmering orange light cast by the glowing barrier that made the guests recoil and gaspthe air warmed up in a moment. From the biting cold, it became pleasant, even warm! It enveloped the entire upper floor of the inn, melting snow on the railing and making the little boy, Sammial Veltras, nearly leap out of his seat in shock.

It also had one side-effect Valeterisas more limited mind hadnt come up with. Which wasif it was snowing and it was suddenly warmthe snow underwent a change.

It began raining. Drops splattered down, and the cries of awe became dismay. Valeterisa got a fat droplet in her eye. She pointed up again.

Drat. [Dome of Air]!

A second dome rose, catching the shower as it fell, and the water streamed away, rolling off the dome and onto the ground where it re-froze. The bulls pulling the floating inn below grunted in surprise, and some raised their heads to lick the water streaming down around them.

There.

Valeterisa went back, saw her soup was cold, and warmed it up with a touch. She smiled. Right up until someone smacked her on the back of the head.

Valley. Are you trying to ruin my business?

Larracel glared, and Valley hunched her shoulders.

No. It was cold.

I had a coat for you. Barnethei. How many times have I told you to see to Valeterisa first?

The scolding was familiar as the [Vice Innkeeper] hurried over, mortified, and he and Valeterisa were once again children in trouble. Then Valeterisa peered up at Larracel.

ImIm an Archmage of Wistram now, Larra. You cant talk to me like that.

Larracel eyed Valeterisa. She said nothing, but Valeterisa quickly put down her spoon and put her hands in her lap.

Im very sorry, Larra. It wont happen again.

See that it does not or I will confine you to your room. At least you anchored the spell to the inn.

The bubble of warmth and umbrella were moving along with the inn so they wouldnt lose them in a moment. Valeterisa peeked up and then stared around.

Where are we?

Larracel sighed, but the rolling hills and valleysshe pointed back tiredly.

Past Liscor. Theres the city. We met The Wandering Inn yesterday. Were headed to the Bloodfields next. A journey I dont envy. Dont you remember?

No. We passed the other inn? Why didnt you tell me?

Larracels head-slapping hand twitched. Barnethei just shook his head in amazement.

Archmage Valeterisa, there was a party. You were there. Albeit reading a book.

I must have forgotten. [Recall Memories]. Ah. So there was.

Now she vaguely recalled a party. Mostly a book shed been reading. But the peripherals in her memory did indicate Larracel had been hosting thousands of Liscorians in her inn, speeches from the Council, and Erin Solstices own inn meeting this one.

Oh. So that is why my apprentice hasnt shown herself. She must be hungover.

Doubtless. Though I think shes noticed you casting magic.

Larracels voice was dryand she pointed to a red-haired young woman running across the deck towards her. Montressa du Valeross face was pale with the fear of an [Apprentice]-[Aegiscaster] who suspected her master had, once again, caused a scene.

Archmage Valeterisa! Master!

I only cast a warming spell, Montressa. Hello. Im awake. I am not mad you were having fun yesterday. AlsoI like the pumpkin soup.

Valeterisa even managed a faint smile. Look at her. She was peopling so well today. She was, in fact, a person. Even Larracel managed an exasperated smile of fondness. Montressa was messy; she looked disheveled, and her hair resembled a squirrels nest in motion.

Archmage! Not that! Youre late! I told you and told youdidnt you set an alarm?

Valeterisa paused with another spoon dipped in the pumpkin soup.

Told me what? I turned off my parallel thoughts.

It occurred to her that this might have had consequences. Montressa turned whitethen she seized something out of her belt pouch and thrust it at Valeterisa. Thenand only then did Valeterisa realize a bunch of [Message] spells were piling up in her magical inbox. Larracel stared at the [Message] scroll.

Oh no. Barnetheiwheres the scrying mirror?

He pointed, and everyone turned to a scrying mirror set to one side for the audiences enjoyment. It was tuned low so people could eat without being forced to watch, but Ekirras family and the Veltras family were both watching a broadcast.

A broadcast ofships. Lots of them. They had a familiar sigil on them of a crown-like bastion wall rising out of rot and hovering over a cracked, broken wasteland. Like a chess piece, perhaps. A mark of strength, a wall.

The symbol of the Blighted Kingdom. NowValeterisa began to remember, and she felt a pit in her stomach. Especially when she heard the muted broadcast Barnethei turned up.

to mark the expedition of the Blighted Kingdom to the new lands of Izril! His Majesty, Othius IV will now give a speech in honor of the moment!

Applause. The cheering crews of what seemed like no less than forty shipsnot all warships, but many just as large. Many were massive cargo-ships that were used to ferry goods to Rhirall preparing to set forth in a grand cavalcade.

Every species in the world was presentand numerous dignitaries were there in person. Not just them, though; the changing nature of the world meant that there were now world leaders present via hanging mirrors that showed their faces.

King Fetohep of Khelt, for instance, sat, golden eyes flashing next to an image of the Bannermare and the leader of Maelstroms Howling floating in the air. Just getting an appearance in this grand moment had probably been the result of political relevancy and/or negotiations behind the scenes.

And of course, if you were naming world powers, you had to have Wistram, right? The Archmages of Wistram were all hovering in the air.

Even the Archmage of Chandrar, Amerys. She looked sardonically pleased to be included with old Verdan Blackwood, Viltach, who looked recovered from losing his armthough his limbs were conspicuously out of sight in his frameand Archmage Eldavin, front and center. Archmage Feor was to his left, looking semi-radiant with his silver hair glistening, the result of a superior illusion spell or actual alchemical makeup.

Every recognized Archmage in the world. Even the two who refused to return to WistramArchmage Uenoix of Baleros and Archmage Toerika of Terandria.

Seven Archmages. None really worthy of the name; it was a political title. But they hung in a kind of semi-circle, three on Eldavins left, three on his right. The symbolism was apparent; one stood above all and had control of Wistram.

Amerys, Viltach, Feor, Eldavin, Verdan, Uenoix, Toerikaand one blank mirror. The gilded letters beneath the hand-crafted mirror read

Archmage Valeterisa of Izril. The one Archmage to represent the continent of Drakes had no image present. Valeterisa stared at her mirror. Larracel, Barnethei, and the horrified Montressa all gazed ahead without a word.

The broadcast was on a ten minute delay. So just before the applause winked out and Othius began to speak, Archmage Valeterisa did appear.

She, unlike the other Archmages sitting in their studies or rather impressively arrayed with illusory backgrounds, was sitting at a table with a breadstick in hand. A young boyEkirrawas turning his head from the mirror to Valeterisa. Barnethei, Larracel, and Montressa realized they were in frame and ran for it.

She was just a small part of the moment. Obviously. But still. They had to smile and look good, but illusion spells could cover a world of motion, and they were all at least capable of writing and reading [Messages] in their heads.

Toerika: Dead gods, the gall of it. Shes late! Shes just lucky none of the television [Commentators] noticed! Is she eating?

Feor: Valeterisa is one of Eldavins. I can almost hear the [Messages] hes sending her. See her flinching?

Uenoix: She hasnt changed since Wistram.

Viltach: At least she appeared. Worse still, shell get away with it. She is one of Eldavins allies.

Verdan: Its disgraceful to her position, but at least the Blighted Kingdom is reasonable. Besidesshe demonstrated that amazing feat at Fissival. So there is some providence here.

Toerika: It wasnt that impressive. She had a Djinni and the entire city backing her up.

Viltach: Is that an indication you could do that, Toerika?

Toerika: I know my capabilities full well, Viltach. Fissival was designed to fly. I dont swing swords or try to haul a million pounds of stone into the air.

Feor: Unbecoming of you, Toerika.

Uenoix: How is the arm? I know several good prosthetics dealers in Baleros if you need an introduction.

Viltach: I shall build my own arm. I am recovering.

Amerys: Better make one that can fight for you, Viltach. I am coming for you and Feor.

Uenoix: Oh, Amerys. How did you find this message grouping?

Feor: Fortunes change, Amerys. Shall we be amicable in this moment at least?

Amerys: Very well. Lets meet and have tea and discuss our past grievances like adults. Name a place. Ill be waiting. If you go travelling abroad, keep an eye on the weather.

Toerika: You always were full of threats, Amerys.

Amerys: And youre hiding in your estate again. The King of Destruction is back, Archmage Toerika. Will Terandrians kingdoms ask you to battle me? Lets meet. If you wait long enough, Ill come to you.

Uenoix: Well, Feor, Viltach, and Toerika have all fled. I suppose I shall greet Valeterisa privately since this conversation has ended. Congratulations on your escape, Amerys. Zalthia asked me to mention her to you if I got in contact with you first. Her company is quite the fan of the King of Destruction. They were also following Valeterisas return with interest.

Amerys: Thank you, Uenoix. How are the Centaurs?

Uenoix: The Titans stomping around. Butoh, wait. I think the Death of Magic is coming. This should be fun.

Amerys:

The launch of ships from Rhirs shores to the new lands of Izril was symbolic.

The truth was that the Blighted Kingdom had sent a wave of ships alreadythe second wave was their public front. It was still important, and because it was televised and because it was Rhir

The Death of Magic came calling.

Did you think she wouldnt? Ships at sea were a huge target. The Blighted Kingdom had known she would make her move, or all three Deaths, and they were ready. The ships were six minutes at sea when the first meteors began raining down.

The Death of Magic!

Valeterisa was glued to the scrying orb. She watched in a kind of awe and envy, trying to catalog each spell as it rained down. The other guests were watching with far less academic interestbut Larracel could at least keep up on the magical front.

[Meteor Swarm]? [Meteor Shower]? Nothe diameter of each falling stone is at least thirty feet across! Actual dirt? No againits a magical construction, but it must be [Meteor] the base spell being flung at range by the Death of Magic. And they are firing Death Arrows at her!

It was a long-range war as four of the five walls of Rhir lit up, returning spells and arrows across the sea at a single woman trying to sink the ships as they activated barriers and sailed fast, trying to escape her.

A meteor cracked one of the warships barriers, but the truth was that the lightning bolts and other spells Silvenia was throwing were coming from miles away and there was plenty of time to dispel, counter, or just shield from them. By contrast, the famous traitor-[Archmage] had minutes at best.

Theyre unleashing one of the Blighted Kingdoms great spells. The [Golden Rays of Rhir].

Larracel whispered. She saw a ray of gold burn into the ocean after the Death of Magic, and she wondered if even the water was turned to gold. The cost to use that spell a moment would have bankrupted the Haven and all she had ever earned.

A Skill. Not a spell. How is she surviving the effects? Perhaps shes creating physical barriers, a clone spelloh!

The oh was the Death of Magics parting gift. Her brief rain of spells had torn up the sea. Geysers from the falling meteorites turned into steam as a rainstorm of fire splashed over the magical barriers over each ship. The few lightning bolts that hit the barriers had glanced off, and the one warship with a cracked shield was already repairing. It seemed like the forty ships would make it out of Rhirs harbors without trouble.

Right up until one of the glowing barrier-stones in the lead-most ship began to glow too bright. It was bright green, protective jade-emerald, probably ten feet tall and shaped like an oval. The brilliant glow turned harshthen white or ultraviolet if you were a species capable of seeing it. It whined and became a scream

Then it exploded. The barrier around the ship didnt dissipate, though. As the spell of protection failed, the barrier shimmeredthen drew back in on itself. Just as it had expanded, it contracted. Unfortunatelythat meant the solid wall of magic contracted around the shipand people within.

Silvenia was laughing. She had to retreat before the Blighted Kingdom burned through her barriersher skin was already burning from their attempts to turn her into gold.

But she had sullied Othius grand ceremony. One ship out of forty was goneand she could have destroyed any one of the forty ships at sea.

She had chosen that one because she had sensed a number of clandestine classes in the holds. Not [Heroes].

The [Heroes] were not part of this cavalcade. Doubtless theyd be shipped under heavy guard rather than let her take a shot at them like this. Richard, Emily, and the lucky [Heroes] who would be allowed to join the New Lands expeditions were watching pale-faced from the harbor.

Only one of their number was at sea. The Blighted King had risked himpossibly because he was not going to the new lands.

Out of the forty ships, seven were bound for Baleros. A meager number, perhaps. But seven warships from the Blighted Kingdom was still a sizable force and a very handsome gesture in combating the Dyed Lands.

Why, they had even sent one of their champions. The [Clown] had been standing on deck the entire time Silvenia kept up her firefight with the ships.

Laughing. Laughing and laughing and waiting for her to choose his ship to sink. But she didnt. She blew him a kissand thought that of all the things she could have done, not destroying Toms ship might be the better blow.

The [Clown] sailed for Baleros in the company of the Blighted Kingdom as one of the ships slowly sank beneath the waves.

The broadcast cut out for a minute, leaving only blackness. When it reappeared, the ship was gone. Valeterisa and Larracel looked at each other.

It must have been compacted. That spells based on Drowned Folk magic. If it contracted back to its original size

An entire warship had just been compressed into a ten-foot sphere. Larracel was horrified. Valeterisa? Her eyes shone.

Yes. I wonder how she did it! If I was only thereshe must have been altering the spell at range. Miles away! Did she have an agent on board or was she capable of infiltrating a sealed magical network? A Skill? A

She beamed and beamed until she realized everyone else was staring at herand she was still on the broadcast. Then she sat up guiltily.

Ah, yes. The morality of it. Very sad.

But the magic of it. Her eyes were so longing as they stared after the fleeing Death of Magic. There went a real [Archmage]. Everything she had aspired to be.

Every other Archmage, including Eldavin, glanced Valeterisas way. The Archmage of Memory himself was grimacing while the others rolled their eyes, covered them, or tried to pretend they didnt know her.

She didnt quite realize itbut in a sea of horrified faces, grim defiance from Rhirians, impassive calculation or analysis by world leaders like Fetohep

Valeterisa was the only one wearing a pleasant parade-smile.

The blowback to Valeterisas reputation after the ships set sail was minor. There was disapproval, but it was mostly a public interest kind of thing.

And in fairness, she was insane. If you had a reputation for being upstanding, or even a good, caring Archmage like, say, Feor, the backlash would have been far worse.

Valeterisa hadnt even been in public for more than a decade. Even before thatit was hard to accuse her of hypocrisy. Being insensitive? Careless to life? Tactless? Incapable of keeping time?

All very valid. But she had always beenlike this.

Archmage Toerika was one of three Archmages of Terandria. Viltach and Feor were the ones who were well-known and often spent time at Wistram.

Shewas more of the [Mage] who leaned on her reputation and used it to gain a position of comfortable wealth and opportunity in the nation she had chosen to supportwhich was her homeland. And yes, this was a standard Archmage move from the days before Zelkyr.

After all, what nation would turn down a helpful, powerful [Mage] who paid a decent amount of taxes and provided magical assistance from time to time? It did depend on the personality. But Toerika was Taimaguros Archmage of Moment.

She was also, to put a fine point on it, a contemporary of Valeterisa. As was Archmage Uenoix. They had all been students and graduates living in Wistram around the same time.

Toerika considered Valeterisa to be her rival and had been quite pleased by Valeterisas disappearance and presumed death. Valeterisasometimes remembered who Toerika was.

Archmage Valeterisa, you have an Archmage Toerika who wishes to speak to you! Toerika of the Oreanius faction?

Who? Oh, yes. Toerika. I dont want to speak to her. Ignore her [Messages].

But Archmage

Nothing good comes of speaking to Toerika. Except for her.

That was a sample conversation often repeated between Valeterisa and Montressa. And that had puzzled Montressa du Valeross greatly until shed prevailed on her Pheislant friends to find out more about this reclusive Archmage.

In the doing, shed uncovered some stories of Archmage Valeterisas pastfrom the woman herselfand about Archmage Uenoixs specialty as well.

Archmage Toerika had a suitor come to call in the Taima-side of Taimaguros. It did not go well. She was a rather strange [Mage] and greeted him warmly despite three rather sub-par dates in his experience.

The [Duke] of one of Taimas houses was rather impressed by the powerful light magic that was the hallmark of the Oreanius faction; mood lighting covered her estates and gave everything an appropriate glow.

But he had to own, the night had its bumps. A servant spilled some wine on Toerikas robes during a minor quake at the capital. He made a comment on Archmage Valeterisa that completely ruined the mood. But he noticed that despite her face going flat when Toerika heard Valeterisas name, or the spill on the dress, the Archmage of Moment was very forgiving of everything.

In fact, she seemed more enamored of him than he was of her from the somewhat lame encounters, which was flattering. But, erthings went most poorly that night.

He had heard a gentleman of some necessity might need an alchemical aid for marital (or unmarital but related) affairs, as it were. Bedtime pursuits. Pride meant that he had not availed himself of anything like this, but it had been some time since hed found himself in lucky company.

It was quite a lot of fun. For twenty-one seconds. Then, as it sometimes happened, things were over far too quickly. And that, the poor [Duke] felt, had to be the biggest letdown of the night. Especially because he felt like hed had all the limited fun.

He distinctly recalled seeing Toerikas vague look of disappointment in the intimate bedchambers with the bed of glowing sheetseven the fabric had its own light. And yetthen she smiled, thanked him, and seemed genuinely fine.

He had known partners to act and pretend he had done better than he had, but even the best of them surely would have had a comment to make for that performance. The [Duke] was so ashamed he scuttled out of the estate anyways and refused to come out of his rooms for two days. But it hadnt gone that poorly.

After all, Toerika quite remembered it differently. She spent the rest of the night after the Dukes rather short and one-sided, one-time fun at work in her laboratory. She worked that night and the rest of the next day, and by the time he emerged from his rooms, she had sent him a little crystal which she claimed would illuminate him.

For as she recalled that night, it had been the most splendid conversation with an elegant suitor wherein no wine was spilled. After being thanked personally by King Othius IV, she had spent the rest of the evening being delighted whereupon in turn the performance by nightfall did not disappoint and lasted quite a long time and had a number of titillating twists and turns.

It was her talent. A talent that many people sometimes called upon her for. A wedding gone wrong, a mistake madeshe didnt ask questions. It was a dangerous game, and she had the habit of misremembering some occasions to even close friends.

For instance, her rivalry with Valeterisa had been the stuff of legendsonly, Valeterisa didnt remember any of it, despite both taking the same classes in memory magic by an older [Mage] of Wistram. And even the Archmage of Izril knew better than to call or prevail upon Toerika.

Anything you say to her doesnt matter. She remembers winning the argument. Shes very good at memory magic. She even knows a bit of time magic. Time lasts longer in her estates. She has a lot of time.

A lot of timebut she had not the breadth of spellcasting ability Valeterisa possessed. That was the fact that had resulted in Toerikas rivalry with Valeterisa. She could not remember things that she could not conceive of. Hence her grudge against Valeterisa and, to some extent, Eldavin, for taking her other motif. But the Archmage of Moment was no great politicker of Wistram, nor was she a warmage like Amerys.

Baleros, now, had [Mages] who were known to war. Even though Archmage Uenoix was no battlemage, both he and Magus Zalthia Werskiv, known as the Firebringer, one mage of three in the Tripartite Law company, were both graduates of Wistram.

Ironically, of the two, Zalthia was no Archmage, but she had been in Wistram before Valeterisa left. She had been younger than the Archmage of Izril but bullied Valeterisa several times before Valeterisa had struck out alone.

I dont like her.

Valeterisa scowled over her pumpkin soup after the dramatic breakfast. The Haven was abuzz with chatter.

Fancy hats and glossy heads of hair swiveled to turn to the Archmage, sitting at a table with Larracel and Montressa. Barnethei was flitting back and forth, often blocking people from interrupting them. She was positioned so that everyone had a view of her on the deck above.

The heat shield that she had erected had drawn out all the guests into the now-warm deck. Flying familiars buzzed around overhead as the staff of the Haven circulated in their bright blue uniforms, matching the nobility of Izril for brightness of color.

Yet they were the hangers-on. Valeterisa sat there as Larras plain wand flicked, and a floating platform rose so that it was all on the same level as the deck.

They were floating past the Bloodfields, and the snow looked reddish in the distancebut there was no immediate movement. It was still a sight to draw half the eyes to it, that uneasy Death Zone.

Soon, the nobles would have to leave or be out of range of Erins door and, thus, Invrisil. But they were hanging on, and even the famous guests like Mihaela Godfrey were still here.

Savoring the Haven.

The flying platform that had risen, incidentally, was the gardens. A cow gently mooed as Ekirra stared at it from the railing. Cows who lived in the Haven had to be used to the change in altitude and not be afraid of heights. This one had lovely red fur, and even the milk it produced had the faintest ochre tinge to it. The milk tasted like chestnuts, for some reason, which gave the breed its name.

As a magical breed of cow, the Chestnut Heifers milk was in high demand among the Havens guests. And right now, the milk, which would go into bread, cups, and be a lovely literal cash cow product, was being stolen.

Mihaela. Unless youre putting on an apron, leave my cows alone.

The Guildmistress had been milking a cow. She had stolen an entire bucketshe had an obsession with the milk, especially with coffee of late. Larra glared at her and pointed, and Mihaela picked up the bucket.

The milk stays.

Mihaela tried to run for it, but as she blurred off the dais and leapt down to one of the walkways towards the residential part of the Haven, her bucket came upempty.

The faintly red milk was floating in a blob. Larracel levitated it over to a second bucket a familiar carried over and called out.

If anyone would like a cup of Chestnut milk, the price is listed on the board! Valley, have a cup.

She deliberately caused a rush to try the drink, and even gave out little free cups to children like Ekirra, who greedily guzzled his. Mihaelas glower could have split rocks, and Larras face was cool.

Dont bother Larra, Apprentice. Mihaela always butts heads, and Larra wins in her inn.

Valeterisa gave Montressa some unnecessary advice. The [Apprentice] was very respectful of Larracel. The [Innkeeper]-[Wizard], funnily enough, seemed to rather like Montressas politeness.

Montressa, have you tried Chestnut Milk? I doubt they have any in Wistram. Have a sip. Valley, you should treat your apprentice better.

You were never this nice to me.

Valeterisa complained mildly, but two cups appeared as Larracel snapped her fingers, and Montressa savored the taste of the milk. Sweet, too! The [Innkeeper] snorted.

You paid me nothing and ate my bread when my inn was just starting. Ill put your apprentices food on your tab. Dont scowl, Valley. Youre rich. Indulge this bright, respectful girl. I have had too many decades of wild children who dont listen to me. Deni, you when you get magic in your head, Mihaela never stopped, and even Eld could be as stubborn as a rock when he made his mind up. Ive been showing Montressa a few wand-forms.

She flicked her wand for demonstration. Montressa hadnt even known there were wand dueling styles or that how you held or used your wand could influence the nuances of a spell. You could point a wand straight and cast a spell on target, but Larracel had revealed to her that with some practice, you could spin a [Fireball] in an arc at a target like a spiral. It was all in the wrist.

Valeterisa, a student of these lessons, grumbled into her cup of milk.

I wish you were at Wistram. Zalthia wouldnt have dumped buckets of chalk dust on you.

Montressa, who was taking notes on Valeterisas past thanks to the more talkative and focused Archmage, gulped.

She, umbullied you, Archmage? But you were a teacher then. She was at least eight years younger than you

Sixteen. She was a bad student and aggressive. I dont like her. Or Toerika. Or Uenoix. Why are you bringing up my past?

Montressa traded looks with Larracel, and the [Innkeeper] of the Haven exhaled.

Valley, give your apprentice something. Shes curious about her master. Why did you let a student bully you?

I was a teacher, and teaching was hard. They always make new graduates take some classes, and the students would pull pranks.

Valeterisa grumbled. Montressa could just imagine the problema shyer, and still sometimes absent, Valeterisa trying to control a class of students? Even Pisces and Ceria might have been issues for her.

She felt bad for her master, which was strange. They had hadsimilar experiences in Wistram.

Did you have any friends, Archmage Valeterisa? What about Archmage Uenoix?

Not him. He never shared his notes with me. Hes the Archmage of Ichoror was. He works for Maelstroms Howling in some capacity.

Archmage ofhe knows blood magic?

Valeterisas scowl deepened.

Apparently. He never shared it with me.

Most of Valeterisas grudges and friendships apparently stemmed from who had enabled her pursuit of magic. She seemed to recall Archmage Feor more as a teacher than the Archmage he now wasand Viltach had also been around her age, if younger.

Viltach was a good student. He helped make me one of my wands. I liked him. Archmage Feors advanced classes were fun. I recall he tried to make an entry test to get out of having to teach one year. It had forty pages, and it would automatically grade you every answer you made, so most students failed before page six. He had only five students. I was one of them.

That sounded really familiar. Montressa had a sudden image of Illphres sealing off a classroom. She heard a snort and looked at Larracel. The former [Wizard] rolled her eyes as an Arcane Familiar floated over with a trio of cups of coffee for the group.

I took a year-long course in Wistram to improve my Skills. I was never a full [Mage]it seems nothing in the academy changes.

Not true. They got rid of the adventurer-courses. Not enough [Mages] with combat experience. They argued too much with adventurers like you, Larra.

Wonderful.

The two older women were sitting around a table in the Haven with Montressa. The [Aegiscaster] was slowly coming down off the panic and guilt of failing to get Valeterisa to her appointment. The Archmage had claimed it was her fault for turning off her thoughts, but Montressa had been worried Valeterisa would snap at her.

She might have been about to, but Larracel had promptly scolded Valeterisa for relying on an apprentice. Larracel the Haven was a kind, terrifying woman to Montressa, and the younger [Mage] nervously dipped some bread in the pumpkin soup as she sipped on the coffee.

She knew magic and business and adventuringshe had done it all. She was reminiscing with Valeterisa sternly, for she was older than even the Archmage of Izril and had been a Gold-rank when Valeterisa was still a student.

You must have had some friends, Valley. You would come back every winter bubbling with spells and ask me to check your homework and projects. Sometimes youd be in tears, but half the time you were happy as a clam.

Clams dont feel that happy. I had to do a project about [Sense Emotions] on them one time. Theyre mostly content at best.

Valeterisa mumbled back as she sipped at her coffee. Larracels hand twitched, and Valley leaned back. She thought for a long moment.

I had friends. A friend. I had two. I wonder if theyre alive.

Maybe you should reach out to them?

The woman frowned.

I think they both sent me [Messages] when I was trapped in my mansion. Lots, and when I left. Oh. The latest one was today. Should I reply? But its been so long

She looked guilty, and Montressa tried not to make a face as Valeterisa glanced at her. Larracel had no such compunctions.

If theyre still sending you [Messages]Valley, answer them today or I will make you sleep under the wagons.

Fine. Apprentice Montressa, make sure I dont forget.

Valeterisa instantly turned to Montressa, but it was something. And she did remember Montressas name.

Some things had changed since Fissival for the better. Montressas levels and their relationship, for one. Montressa scribbled down the note on a floating spell that carried the magical words just above one wrist. Larracel eyed it approvingly.

I cant read that. Do you encrypt the words?

To her, the words looked like gibberish, but Montressa could clearly read by tonight: Archmage Valeterisa messages her two friends in bright gold lettering.

Yes, Miss Larra. Archmage Valeterisa taught me how.

Eldavin taught me. Encryption of spellshe told me every Mages Guild and their [Messages] are far too open. Powerful [Mages] have probably been harvesting every correspondence sent publically and been stealing information for decades. Hes changing it, but slowly.

Neither Larracel nor Montressa were surprised by this, but both inhaled sharply. Valeterisa glanced up.

Dont mention that. Itll cause a scandal.

They were very lucky that Montressa always put up privacy wards as a force of habit from her Wistram days. Larracels exasperated exhalation sounded practiced.

Valleyalright, who were your friends?

Um. Umoh, they were in the Terras faction? I should have said hello. Maybe. I was busy learning about Ethings. And chasing a boy around.

She nibbled on her bread as Mons and Larra stared at her. Valeterisa clarified.

He was sixteen or seventeen.

She kept eating and then clarified again as the stares ramped up in intensity.

I was trying to steal his sand golem. Thats what I meant. My two friends? It was Sala. Shes an [Herbalist]. And Telim. Oh! I remember! They had a nickname for him, too. The Thief of Tables.

Montressa covered her mouth. She had heard that! It was a minor secret in Wistram, and Larracel laughed.

I think I remember! Even I heard about him. Didnt he use a bag of holding?

Valeterisa nodded with a smile. And she looked so nostalgic and even fondly happy that Montressa realized she really was here today. She had begun sliding back since coming to the Haven, and Montressa had feared having all her needs cared for had begun to make Valeterisa lose focus.

Larracel seemed relieved too. She poked Valeterisa, and the Archmage jumped.

Stop that.

Im just testing you. Well, now youve caused a minor diplomatic incident, I will leave you in your capable apprentices hands. I know you have quite a lot of work to do.

Valeterisas eyes slowly lifted, and they lit up as she remembered, to Montressas relief. She looked around, then smiled at Montressa.

Thats right. Were going to make money. Apprentice, what are we doing first?

UmHouse Sanito, Archmage. And your niece, Lady Ieka, wants some of your time, and I had a few thoughts on your teleportation network project. I know a few good [Mages]. Oh, and todays your day of [Arcane Discovery].

Excellent.

Valeterisa beamed. Things were looking up.

Even in her absent-minded state, Archmage Valeterisa had a plan. And that plan was to become a better [Mage] and uncover spells lost to time. To surpass Zelkyr and to be worthy of becoming a great [Archmage] in truth.

That was her overall goal. Everything was therefore in service to that goal. And one of the things Valeterisa had realized was that to research magic, she needed gold.

Gold bought you ingredients for spells. Gold bought you materials for spellcasting, like gems. Gold bought you artifacts and spellbooks and wands.

Goldwas essential. She had often engaged in projects to gain more gold. She was no adventurer and had seen how dangerous that occupation was thanks to Larracelso her methods had been largely peaceful.

She had traded on her spellcasting by enchanting artifacts, then had engaged in ventures like causing rainstorms or casting powerful spells for a fee.

But every [Mage] did that, so Valeterisa always hunted for the real income sourcespreferably things she could do that would generate gold for her research for the rest of her life.

This had led to her partnership with the late Maviola Eland Valeterisa had collaborated on a number of projects, the latest of which had been the Kaalblades. Every single venture had been either a lukewarm success at best or a failure, though she had been paid.

Even so, by the time shed vanished, she had owned a mansion and had poured a lot of her gold into the elaborate security system and traps. The windfall of the Kaalblades had replenished mostly empty coffers, but Valeterisa had been dreaming of the next big income source.

Fissival had been a let down. If they had bought her teleportation network and welcomed her into their arms, she would have solved her entire crisis of economy in one fell swoop. Their funding would have meant she could throw herself into magical studiesespecially given their patents.

In lieu of that, Valeterisa had hatched a surprisingly ambitious plan. If Fissival would not have hershe would replace Fissival.

Lord Alman Sanito. You have sent goods to Invrisil via The Wandering Inn, but regrettably, Miss Erin Solstice can no longer facilitate the transit of goods across Izril. There are roads, the Drivers Guild, and other ways to transport goods, including even Couriers at a pinch. But Magnolia Reinhart has her tariffs. House Sanito is at the mercy of [Traders] and [Merchants] who take their cut of the profits for the destination. What ifyou could sell to people who want Sanitos goods without any of those costs?

Montressa was giving them a pitch as Valeterisa put on her best I am present smile. She felt it might be unnerving the Sanitos and two other noble [Lords] who were listening to the pitch, but Edere Sanito, a [Merchant]s daughter in her own right, was listening intently.

You mean via teleportation like Fissival. Archmage Valeterisa did teleport our goods straight to Invrisil.

Lord Alman was nervous, but he ran a hand through the bags of soft wool that Montressa had set up as an example on the table in front of him.

House Sanito exported three main goods: wool, coal, and copper. They had a mine that produced both materials, one good for a number of metals or alloys, and the other good for heating and many purposes.

Everyone needed wool, and Sanitos herds produced a lot. It was not magical, though, and some people liked cotton a lot more, despite the pain it was to process the stuff.

All this meant that House Sanito could sustain itselfbut often was in danger of other economic forces. If the Terlands in the north had their Golems produce lots of cotton from their damn fields or copper was in high supplyor Magnolia Reinhart placed a tariff on the bulk goods, they suffered.

Part of the issue was simply logistics. House Sanito was, unfortunately, in competition with other groups. House Ulta could produce both lumber and charcoal for heating. As Sanito was along the eastern foothills that housed Ogres as well as a number of mines, their copper was sometimes worth less than they wanted.

It would be wonderful if we could sell to someone who really wanted what we have. Like, say, Riverfarm, who rather wanted copper, wool, and coal for various reasons.

Sheared Sariants, Alman. Even if we could but sell to House Veltras directly, Im sure theyd want our coal! I know for a fact that many of the families arent allowed to cut down more than a certain number of trees per year, and winters get cold!

Edere remarked softly to Alman. Another [Lord], Lord Ranga, was nodding swiftly.

The trading via The Wandering Inns portal door did my people very fine. Very fine. We were making gold over silvers on our steaks, and the restaurants and eateries of Invrisil were buying them up. Why, when I came to Liscor, I saw Drakes dining on our very cows!

Rangas house owned a number of fine cattle who produced meat in high demandbut the issues of transportation often meant that he had to deal with [Merchants] capable of preserving the meat. He turned to the last [Lord], who grimaced.

I dont much like the idea of our goods going to Drakes. Your boy Mel wasnt happy about it, Ranga.

Lord Andel was reluctant, but Lord Rangas lips pursed only a second as Valeterisas patient I am being friendly smile widened at his comment. Her lips hurt. She dearly wished to speed up the conversation, but Montressa had insisted she take the lead.

You say that, Andel, but have you counted your profits? Mel has his feelingsbut I saw how much gold we pulled in.

Andel scratched at his chin.

I have an [Abacus Counter] who does my trade sums. I meet with the man four times a year, and I hadnt counted the last quarters change. Is it that profitable?

He looked doubtful, and Alman, Edere, and Ranga hurried to assure him that it would be very noticeable if he inquired.

The lack of the [Lord]s acumen in economics was notable even to Valeterisa. She knew for a fact that Lady Ieka personally checked the sums going through House Imarris coffers. But thenperhaps Andel was not a counting man.

House Imarris had employed tutors in mathematics as well as magic for Ieka, but the two were often conflated as mage knowledge. Either someone like Edere married into the family or you learned to take over the family business like Lord Ranga.

This variance, incidentally, accounted for the reasons why you had [Ladies] as successful as Lady Magnolia Reinhart and [Lords] likeAndel. But Montressa was only too happy to explain.

Lord Andel, your phosphate powder and the weftreeds that come from your lands are in high demand among [Alchemists] across the world. What if you sold those from your lands straight to Pallass, the City of Inventions?

Straight to Drakes? Gah. The thought of itwhat do you mean, those are in high demand? We have [Smiths] who make excellent weapons!

Andel looked annoyed by her examples. Montressa hesitated.

Yes, Lord Andelbut theyre not what makes up your lands profits, as I understand it.

Really? I heard my [Counter] telling me that our tax on the alchemical stuff does wellbut more than good steel?

Andel, I vouch on my daughters hair that its making more than all your weapons combined.

Edere broke in gently as the [Lord] looked more and more out of his depth. Montressa kept smiling, but she looked a bit perturbed. And it was here that Valeterisa, whose face had really begun to hurt, decided to break in.

Lord Andel of House Ikis. If you sell directly to Pallass, even with their 6% income tax on incoming goods from Human lands, I have personally estimated that your house might make a profit no less than 168% of its current valueand that is a conservative estimate! You may find your profits are two hundred or three hundred percent higher!

His stone-beige eyes were as blank as river stones as he stared at her. Then the [Lord] smiled.

Isee, Archmage Valeterisa. That would be profitable. As much as a hundred and sixty-eight?

He had no idea what she was talking about. Valeterisas own blank look of astonishment matched Andels.

Montressa snapped her fingers, and her eyes lit up. Valeterisa saw her turnand the Secret Broker of Wistram had something Valeterisa lacked. Which was insight.

Lord Andel. Let us put aside numbers for a second. Have you enjoyed your visit to Liscor?

Mildly. Its been an honor to visit the Haven on its passage south, of course.

Have you had the time to visitEsthelm, perchance? You know Master Pelt, one of the greatest [Smiths] in the world, works from there.

Montressa slyly remarked, and Andel, Alman, and Rangas eyes all lit up. Edere sighed, but patiently. Andel nodded quickly and with far more familiarity.

Master Pelt? I saw him working. The Dwarfs as rude as I heard, but I saw his swordsI wanted to place an order, but hes booked. And this was my chance to have a Pelt-crafted blade!

He scowled hugely. Montressas smile widened.

Well, consider this, Lord Andel. If we developed a teleportation network, you could visit Esthelm at your leisure. Master Pelt is infamously temperamental and busy, believe me, but consideryou are bound to have the chance to have your order fulfilled if you have constant access to him. You could have a blade forged by a master within a years time at mostand one for your trusted retainers and family.

Andels eyes lit up. Now, he looked alive with curiosityand Valeterisa was the one getting bored. But she watched Montressa with relief as Andel nodded.

My fathers too old to but swing a sword, but if he had a Pelt-blade, hed rouse himself for at least a few swings. Now theres a good thought. So this teleportation thing would let me do this? Just like the door?

Wed do goods first, Lord Andel. To make sure the system is perfect. But you can send a sword via magicall it requires is the cost of creation and, of course, an accord with your house to allow us to transit the goods.

Valeterisa watched the faces of the [Lords]. She might not be the best at selling things, but she had survived Wistram.

They did not like the idea of the cost. But they were hungry enough to want to leap at this idea.

Afeewould doubtless be steep, Mage Montressa. House Sanito is not without its means, but hiring such a famous Archmage might be difficult.

Edere spoke carefully as she glanced at Valeterisa. All three nobles were the ones who had protested Magnolias trade war with them. They were not well-to-do families.

Which was why they were the first clients.

Montressa rested a hand on the wool Valeterisa had transported from House Sanito. It had actually been something of a trick. Valeterisa hadnt performed a long-range teleport on the goods themselves. She had, instead, used the teleportation network to teleport herself and the goods all the way to Invrisil.

It was tiring and took her personal involvement, but it had arrived within half a day. If they could build a similar network that any [Mage] could operate

Fissival was rich off its teleportation services. Valeterisa had a vision of that richness, but she needed a start. And so Montressa spoke very carefully.

Archmage Valeterisa is not without means, Lady Edere. She would be willing to take on the cost of building this teleportation service and, indeed, offer it to your [Farmers], [Herders]even the Merchants Guild and whoever wants to use it. Instead of an upfront depositwould your house be willing to offer her certain rights?

Ederes eyes sharpened. Lord Alman looked relieved. Andel looked at Ranga, and the other [Lord] shrugged.

Thatmay work. What would that entail?

A fee for teleportationand in the case of trade goods, a small, tiny fee on any teleportation! We aim to make the costs of sending goods virtually only as expensive as the mana to power the spell. But if your Houses agree to this contract

Montressa fussed out a simple contract, which she passed around to the [Lords]. Edere produced some reading glasses, and Ranga squinted at the words, but Andel gave up after half a page. Montressa and Valeterisa watched with bated breaths.

The reason they were approaching these three houses was threefold. Onethey were used to the teleportation with Erin Solstice and knew they had something to gain. Twothey needed the income and were likely to agree to this contract because it would enrich them.

And threethey were not Magnolia Reinhart. Edere was pursing her lips, but she was glancing at Ranga and Andel and Valeterisa.

If it was Magnolia Reinhart that Valeterisa approached with her Fissival-teleportation plan, the [Lady] of House Reinhart would have probably said, what a splendid idea, Valeterisa! I certainly do not hold a grudge for any previous incidents where I tried to employ you or when you caused trouble on my lands. Let us work together!

And then she would, in her competent way, organize a northern teleportation network. But she would not offer Valeterisa what the Archmage wantedwhich was a lot of gold. She would probably run the entire network, make sure it was organized like a Mages Guildor probably through the Mages Guildand take a tidy sum or dictate the profits go mostly to the [Lords].

But Valeterisa wanted money. She wanted1%. Less than 1%, even. Fissival did offer its teleportation services rather cheaply to each city. They took 2% of what every Drake settlement in their aegis bought and sold. But that was 2% of everything teleported. That sum alone made up much of the City of Incantions budget.

This? This was the start of it all. Montressa and Valeterisa held their breaths as they watched the three noble families consider their offer. If they made this work, proved the system was enriching three small familiesthey had the market.

Only the Terras faction had this teleportation spell from Eldavin, and only Valeterisa among a few [Mages] was capable of casting it. Eldavin had his own Wistram teleportation network he was working on, but as a sign of goodwill, he had given Valeterisa Izrils infrastructure if she could develop it. She was his staunchest ally among the Archmages, and this was either a reward or a bribe for her help.

Valeterisa watched as Alman whispered with his wife, and Ranga spoke to Andel. When they looked up, she knew what they would say. Mostly because she had cast [Bats Ears] on herself, but also because she saw the conviction and hope in their eyes.

Archmage Valeterisa? We agree.

The Adventurers Haven was crossing into the Bloodfields, into the south of Liscor. The crossing from North to South took place as guards and the Havens staff lined the edges of their floating home.

Warily. They were watching the Bloodfields, despite the cold, but it was inactive. Safeas long as it was cold, the red Death Zone was safe.

Montressa and Valeterisa were celebrating as the crossing happened.

Were going to be rich! That isyoure going to be rich, Archmage! Im sorry.

Im going to be rich! But I will pay you, Apprentice.

Really, Archmage?

Valeterisa was ebullient. She felt excited and was reminded of every time she talked to Maviola El and the [Lady] convinced her to work on another artifact for House El.

Part of her wondered if this was going to fail too. No. No, how could it? The concept was flawless. Besidesshe turned to Montressa.

The costs in laying down the teleportation circles will bepainful, Apprentice. I have started a budget. We are at, um30,000 gold pieces.

Budget: 30,000 Gold Pieces. Kaalblade profits.

Montressas eyes widened.

Thats a lot. Even adventurers would call that a lot.

I am due more from Deilan El once his sales finish. We will buy magicore and gemstones and lay down a spot for the teleportation to take place. But then we will need [Mages] to operate the spell and fuel the magic. On both ends.

There are good [Mages] in Invrisil. House Sanitowell, its not the hardest spell. They just have to fuel it, right, Archmage?

Valeterisa nodded.

Yes, and I have other spells I would like to implement. In timeif you help me, Apprentice, I will guarantee you some of the profits. Do you know any good [Mages]? I can do more than teleport. I have thought about opening a healers clinic. And there are more magics that Archmage Eldavin taught me.

Montressas eyes went round, and she realized Valeterisa was referring to the magics shed shown. [Restoration], among others.

Are you trying to create a magical renaissance in Izrils north, Archmage?

If I am not Fissivals daughterthen I will offer my services here. For a fee. But I will need you to deal with the mundanities ofthis. So. Teleportation and the rest. We must first operate the new network on both ends. We will have to teleport to each of the [Lord]s landsbut I have placed a marker down in House Sanito, and we may fly to the others. But firstInvrisil.

Montressa was nodding rapidly, and her eyes lit up.

Happily, Archmage, I know just the [Mage] who might operate it. Shes my friend, remember her? Bezale?

Archmage Valeterisa kept smilingthen she frowned.

Who?

Thethe Minotauress [Spellscribe], Archmage. Bezale of Maweil? Scriptels?

Who? Have I met her?

Montressa sighed.

The sight of an excited Archmage and her apprentice hurrying through The Wandering Inn was so commonplace it was boring. These things happened.

Create a teleportation network? Pshaw. Come back when you had something original. Erin had been doing that for ages.

Oh, some people were excited. A Vampire sat up as a Minotaur bowed repeatedly to Valeterisa, and a Centaur poked his head out of the kitchen where he and his darling [Chef] were helping Erin make scones.

Erin. Erin. You cant put cement in the scones.

Theyre gonna be super scones! Rock scones! Forget the Scaleguard Sandwich! We have to make food even tougher! Even harder to eat!

No! Youll ruin the mixing bowl! Palt, help mePalt?

The Centaur edged out of the kitchen towards the [Mages], because he really was fascinated. Lady Ieka Imarris watched her aunt in an actual passion with delightand all these things were well and good and boring. Because of the mundanity.

You know what wasnt boring? What was new, fresh, and never generic and overdone?

Dragons.

Teriarch, the Lord of Flames, sat at a table with a young Drake lady. He looked like a somewhat rotund Human man with a white-grey beard and rosy cheeks, but also an older dignity about him at times.

She looked like an azure comet, scales flashing bright blue bordering on white to dark navy blue, and her mismatched eyesand her wingsand the sparks that sometimes came out of her mouthmade her unique even among her old kind. An Oldblood Drake with heterochromia, just like him, eyes mismatched as well.

They were the most obviously odd duo in the inn if you were looking right. And that included the Ant-man and Drake seeing who could eat more spaghetti in one sitting at the table next to theirs.

Ah, it feels like a cycle, young one. A cycle.

What does, umMaster? Elder?

He harrumphed gently.

My name will do. We dont stand on titles. You have much to learn. Among other thingshow to fight. How to cast magic. But also how to be. Our culture. Did they really teach you none of it?

She bit her lip, and a flash of annoyance crossed Wall Lady Rafaemas face. She tried to ignore the sounds of snarfing next to her.

Klb. Are noodles coming out my nothtrils?

Yes, Relc. I may soon expectorate mine.

Dont do it on my plate. Im winning.

Notquite

This was not the moment she had envisioned where she and that great Brass Dragon would sit, trading words of wisdom. Instead, she was watching Klbkch the Slayer choking to death on a mouthful of red spaghetti.

Red, because of the spices Calescent had put in. And yetTeriarch was here, and his eyesfocused on Valeterisa talking with the eager [Mages]were nostalgic.

Mage empires rise and fall. To me, this has that familiar tune to it. May it be done better this time. I saw that child lifting Fissival. With help, yesbut I believe her origin may be pure, may be righteous. But it is a cycle. Rihal was fourteen thousand years past, and it collapsed. What say you about all this?

He turnedand Rafaema looked away from Relc trying to yank a spaghetti noodle out of his nostril. She gave Teriarch a guilty look.

He stared at her, then at the Drakes.

Perhaps this is the wrong venue. I can see you are distracted.

Im not! Ive noticed thethe circular nature of the Walled Cities. My Walled City. I saw the Antinium Wars begin, but we were back to fighting each other, fighting the Gnolls in a heartbeat. We had General Zel Shivertail, and we tossed him aside due to politics. I understand.

She tried to focus, tried to make him understand how old she was and how ready she was to learnespecially because she wasnt even an adult as Dragons reckoned it.

She stared into heliotrope and cerulean, and her eyes were topaz and amethyst, like the color of lightning and the hue of the sky before the advent of the storm.

But his eyes were ancient. The color of magic. He blinkedand then nodded. He stretchedthen turned his head.

Perhaps, then, Rafaemait is time I went for a walk. I have much to do, and I have been lazy. Will youwalk with me across Izril? I have a great charge, but I could use the company.

He smiledand no force in the world would have stopped her from springing to her feet. A Gnolla pair of Gnolls got up, Ferris and Lulv. But one look from her and Demsleth made them hesitate.

Wall Lady Rafaema? Are you going somewhere?

Lulv moved despite Ferris paw on his arm. He strode forwards; he couldnt know what they had said because their words were cloaked by magic. But he saw Demsleth walking towards the door and wanted to follow.

Lulv. Just wait here. Im going alone.

Rafaema hissed at him, but the [Spearmaster] was insistent. Demsleth? He raised his eyebrows, looking amused.

Let him come if you wish. He can follow us anywhere he is capable.

Rafaema bit her lip, but she didnt dare protest or give orders as they filed out the door. Klbkch gave up as he coughed out noodles he was unable to physically cram down his windpipe. Relc raised his armsand then began to hurl.

Lulv wrinkled his nose as he shoved past the spectators, and Mrsha tossed down her coins, and Numbtongue scooped up his winnings. Laughter from the kitchens, eager [Mages]too many spices in the air. He shoved after Demsleth and Rafaema as they opened the door to the front of the inn. They were a step ahead of him, and the Gnoll growled as the door began to slam shut.

Oh no you dont.

He seized the door, threw it open, and put a paw on Demsleths shoulder to demand a route and time to get his men. Lulv stumbledand his paw went straight through the

Illusion! He grabbed at Rafaema, and his paw went through her face. Horrifiedhe could smell them bothLulv swung around.

Rafaema? Rafaema!

Ferris skidded into his back, and Lulv raced out, looking around wildly. It only occurred to him what was happening when he felt the slightest wind pressure on his fur from above. He howled at the sky, but by that point

It was far too late.

Two Dragons cloaked by invisibility flew off as the angry Gnoll ran around, howling and searching for a trace of them. Rafaema was laughing in giddy delight.

Ive neveryou tricked him! How did you do that?

The Brass Dragons chuckle in his real form was far deeper and had a metallic ring to it.

Smell, sound, and visual elements can fool manybut even a cat can see through that. Mimicking an aura and other elements is far harder. With experienceah, but I feel that was slightly unkind.

Dont. Ive never gone anywhere without my bodyguards.

The Lightning Dragon flew fast, and despite Teriarchs slower wingbeats, they were moving at the same speed. They were flying at the speed of a hawk. Raefaema kept up easily to Teriarchs pace. She could go faster, especially in a dive, but they were also gaining altitude fast.

The Dragon was there. He was realeven if only she could see him. His scales flowed like a copper river, and he was gigantic.

Three times her size. In motion, not the corpse she had found in the cave, he looked like something not meant to be in this era. In a world where half-Giants were rarea Dragon was scarier than any other monster you could meet. More glorious.

Slightly fat. She tried not to focus on that part, but he seemed to have something of a gut, especially in the air. He also sounded out of breath despite them flying for about half a minute. She only had Cire to go off of, but he was smaller than she was and annoyingly thin no matter how much he ate.

Thetrick is simple. You keep your real body in an illusion. I find it is easierto send fake bodies abroad. Then, if need be, I will fly to the location. I flew out of the High Passes and met you here. Nothing to it. Its, era longer journey than I thought. Especially summiting a damn mountain.

Of course, T-Teriarch.

One eye winked at her, and he smiled. Then he frowned.

Wait a second, how diddodge

He glanced down, and Rafaema twisted. Before they cleared the Floodplains, a single tiny object came streaking up at them. Both Dragons twistedand here a difference revealed itself.

As the arrow twisted after them, Rafaema juked left with a flap of her wings. Much like a surprised bird in the air would flap left. She did it fast with a younger Dragons reflexes.

Teriarch? Teriarch folded his wings, snaprolled right, and unfurled them as he twisted around to face the direction the arrow had come from. It zoomed between both, and the other Dragon hovered.

Rafaemas jaw dropped. You could do that in midair? Teriarchs wings burned with a purple flame, negating gravity, and he stared down.

Its that annoying archer in the tower!

Who? Bird the Hunter? How did he spot us?

A Skill. Nevermind. Keep flying. It was only one arrow.

Indeed, at their altitude, only a Skill-propelled arrow had a chance of coming at them. Either the archer had given up or they couldnt launch another. Teriarch grumbled as he flew.

I could have sworn he keeps noticing me despite the impossibility of it. Some mortals are like that. Surpassing of all expectations. That is a lesson to learn, Rafaema Manusara Coloseuvia. They will always surprise and surpass you.

The Lightning Dragon winced and nodded at the same time. She bit her lipthen spoke.

I hate that name.

Why?

He gave her a blank look. His name was Teriarch, but he had given her his real name. Terrium Archelis Dorishe.

They gave it to me. The Drakes. Rafaema Manusara? Coloseuvia is one of the names of the older Dragons.

Yes. A proud Lightning Dragon name. I was surprised they were so accurate. Manusara ispointed. But it falls in line with how we name ourselves. Do you resent the City of War?

She hesitated.

Im grateful. They raised me when they found me, and I think a lot of them do care about my wellbeing. But theyre notDragons. They have no idea what its like to be me, and the expectationsIm glad I met you.

Teriarch exhaled.

I, myself, did not think I would meet young Dragons like you in my life. I knew some might livebut our species is bygone. That two Dragon eggs were hidden in the Walled Citiesno matter how hard I think, I cannot understand the logic of it.

Doesnt it make sense?

Here she was, flying with a living legendthe Dragonlord of Flame himself. Rafaema had dreamed of this. She had all the answers she could ever want, so she asked one she and Cire had long pondered. She just had to hear him speak them.

It makes sense to hide us in the Walled Cities, though. Cire was in a secret place in the great tree; they found me deep in the citadel, in a hidden vault. The Dragonspeaker who found me thought it was timed to open hundreds, maybe thousands of years later. It kept us safe. Maybe ourour mothers and sires even timed our discoveries.

Perhaps.

He had unpleasant suppositions as to why a single Dragons egg might be hidden in a Walled City. The very least that Teriarch might guess was that Rafaemas parents had not been part of the decision.

There had been grave crimes committed by Dragons. And their descendants, the Drakes, had learned to copy from their Ancestors. Part of him longed to tell Rafaema that, but the knowledge and suspicions might break her.

He was burdened by knowledge of what might and what had been. The Dragons eyes clouded with cynicism and worrythen he glanced down, and his eyes, keener than any eagles, saw something.

Oh.

That cloud over his face passed. And he chuckled. Not in complete forgivenessbut he looked down, and Rafaema peered her head. She could see very little from as high up as they were; the Floodplains were a great basin and receding below them, white and snowy.

But if she looked downshe saw a tiny dot cutting across the Floodplains.

That Gnoll is still running after you, Rafaema Manusara. It seems, at least, your city sent someone who cares.

Is thatLulv?

She peered down at the Gnoll racing as fast as he could across the snow. There was no way hed catch them, especially once they rose too high for him to follow. How was he even seeing them, cloaked as they were? Smell? Or was he just guessing?

It made the Brass Dragon smile. Rafaema tossed her head, and her mane crackled with static.

Hes annoying. Tactless. Makhir is almost as bad. One tracks me down, the other follows me around.

Gnolls. Not Drakes?

Theyhope Ill be kinder to their people once I take charge. I told you, its not what I want.

She muttered, looking embarrassed. Teriarch glanced down and chose his words carefully as they flew higher, leaving the Gnoll behind. And he was still running.

No. And they have such expectations. But perhaps, in your long childhood, Rafaemasuch people made it worth it if they were true.

To that, the girl had little to say. She just looked back, troubled, and muttered.

Hes just annoying. He had better not run to Esthelm, or hell cause another diplomatic incident.

She peeked sideways at Teriarch, wondering, perhaps, if he was grinning, but she couldnt quite tell. His face was staring ahead, and if there was the tiniest smileshe saw his gaze seeking the sky ahead, plotting their route.

They were flying above the first layer of clouds now, and he seemed less wearyalthough Rafaema was still flapping hard. Then she realized flames were propelling Teriarch along. He only flapped his wings every half minute or so for the show of it.

Was this how Dragons flew?

Whats so inconceivable about me being found in Manus, Teriarch?

The Dragonlord hesitated a long moment. Then he muttered.

Icannot believe any Dragon after the Creler Warsno, predating that. I cannot believe any Dragon born or who has lived sincesince the exodus of our people from Izril would be that unkind. To leave two children alone, to be found parentless. If a nursery of the future were envisionedand it has been doneit would be dozens or hundreds of eggs. Not two.

Rafaemas wings faltered a bit. She stared at Teriarch from the side.

Its been done before?

Oh, yes. And if it were some insurance for the futureand we have long since been past that as a speciesI would have known. I did not. Perhaps it was the act of Dragons born after our communities fell to ruins. Naively hoping for a new generation to be born of one or two. Perhaps

His eyes flickered. He looked at Rafaema a second and then smiled.

Damn. I dont believe hell level from that.

You were trying to tell him what seith crystal was and teach him what he was missing? You were helping himwhy?

The Dragon exhaled tiredly. Rafaema could hear something of a furor in the city, and the Dragon spread his wings.

There are hundreds, possibly thousands of children like this on Izril alone. I was hurrying the man to a conclusion inelegantly. I should havenevermind. He has a clue, even if Ive pushed him too far. Tact. Nuance. Lets keep flying. I have heard more rumors. There is a woman with a dagger we must next find. Chosen by a hero of old. The city of Lanbasque has her.

Rafaemas eyes widened. The Dragon was already fanning his wings and cursing. He flew higher, and she followed easily. The Dragonlord was already leaving Onononno and the fuss hed left behind. But he turned his head back slightly.

Damn. That idiot might try to replace seith crystal just by pure magic alone. It might work, but theres really no replacement. If he wastes another four months

He hissed, annoyed.

It would be better if he went after the source of seith crystal. Maybe I should

He banked towards the citythen shook his head.

I have fourteen more places to be. Onwards.

Rafaema nearly slammed into him as he turned back around. She followed, backing up, as the Dragonlord flew onwards. And he was still majestic. Seith crystal? She saw all the knowledge in his eyes even [Archmages] had forgotten. Knowledge of relics and swords and her people.

This was all true. But why did it feel

Off?

This is Palt, the [Illusionist] I spoke to you about, Archmage. I think he would be perfect to lead any teleportation efforts in Liscor.

Oh. Hello. Youre a Centaur. Ullsinoi. I recognize the tattoo.

Valeterisa peered at Palts right hindquarter, and he shifted uncomfortably. Bezale and Montressa both stared at the fur that looked completely normal there, and the Centaur coughed.

Archmage, you are never to be underestimated. Its an honorand if I can help with your project in any way, say the word!

Oh. Good. Goodso you know how to write runecraft?

I passed all my classes in enchanting and runecraft with high marks. I might not be Beatrice, who went through her Master-level courses, but I can do anything you need. Er, within my humble capabilities, of course!

The Centaur seemed very friendly. Valeterisa pursed her lips.

Id prefer a [Mage] who passed Master-level Enchanting. Do you have another, Montressa?

She turned, and the [Aegiscaster] flushed.

Archmage! Palt is probably the best [Mage] in Liscor. Youll find no one who can do magic on Wistrams level. Believe mehe can do the job, right, Palt?

Absolutely! If its just recreating a spell circle, I can do that. I would dearly love to learn this spell myself.

Valeterisa tapped her lips, but she liked Montressas reassurances, so she shook Palts hand absently and offered him one of the designs.

We need you to draw this. Youll need a warehouse and gemstones of the right quality. 4% imperfections at most, and sieve the result through a purification spell. Melt them down and inscribe this circle; magicore would do, but the impurities will burn out in about six attempts. Then I will link both circles. After that, it is simply a matter of placing an object on one end and powering the spell with mana.

She had to calibrate each open-ended spell circle to pair with another. But if it worked, Palt would effectively be able to perform her [Long Range Teleport] all by himself just by powering the circle.

It required magical power on both ends of the two-way link, had an effective range of fifty miles, and the cost in mana would be high.

HoweverValeterisa guessed Palt could activate the spell at least four times with his mana pool comfortably, and all he had to do was port the materials to the closest city.

Esthelm. Then it could jump to Celumand leapfrog its way from Invrisil to House Sanito. She had a map and everything and had plotted out acceptable ranges for her new spell. The [Aegiscaster] turned to her friends.

A network of spell circles teleporting with each other. Itll be like a Mages Guild onlywell call it the Teleportation Guild or something, Palt!

He winced at the name.

Maybe a better name would do, Montressa. But its certainly ambitious. Imagine the ability to have something from Invrisil inthis will change the Merchants Guild and the Runners Guild forever! Youd better watch out for [Assassins]!

He laughed nervously. Valeterisa threw back her head.

Hahahaha! Ha.

The Archmage looked around at Bezale, Palt, and Montressas faces.

That was a funny joke. I was laughing.

Erright, Archmage! And Bezale is an expert at writing spells. She has passed her Master-level courses, and shes a [Spellscribe].

Id be honored to manage Invrisils location for you, Archmage.

Oh. Your mana pool is a bit smaller than Paltsbut you do seem competent. Hello. Pleasure to be working with you. We need more [Mages], Apprentice Montressa. Liscor and Invrisil are set, but there are eight locations between here and Invrisil. Three between Invrisil and House Sanito.

Sanitos house was their first testing ground, and they had promised to do a delivery of coal and copperno less than four hundred pounds of the stuff, quite a lot for any regular [Merchant]by the end of the week.

They had eight days, including today. Plenty of time, and Montressa had a list, which she proudly showed Valeterisa.

I have the best [Mages] in every city and town waiting to meet you, Archmage. Well show each one the design and have them copy it out. All they need is an appropriate venue and maybe the materials, and then well send a trial item across the network. Once thats donewell connect the other two houses. Happily, theyre very close by.

And once that was done, a new trade route would go from Liscor all the way to the north. Over five hundred miles you could span in less than an hour! Valeterisas eyes lit up with the vision of it.

Fissivals Teleportarium had competition! She beamed and nodded.

Then you two will begin creating your magical circles. I will come by to inspect themtomorrow?

We might need two days to work on it. Is thisa five-layered spell circle?

Palt was whistling at the complicated [Long Range Teleport] spell. Montressa nodded.

Dont mess it up, Palt! The instructions are very clear

Yes, yes. Ill be nervous drawing this in, what, pure melted rubies? Expensive! At least Pallass gets gems from Salazsar. Plus, I know a Hobgoblin.

Palt looked nervous, but Bezale was confident.

Call me over if you have trouble, Palt. Its a very elegant design. Would you mind if I copied this spell onto my scrolls, Archmage?

She looked slyly at Valeterisa, and the Archmage replied steadily.

It will only work as a connector to another spell circle and requires calibration. But if you would like to copy this, go ahead.

Part of her took some pleasure from seeing the Minotauress floundering. Keeping people from stealing her magic was always a consideration, and she knew Fissival would try.

I will teach you the full spell. Later. For now, we must go to Esthelm and find the [Mage] there.

The Guildmaster will meet us at Erins door, Archmage. Palt, Bezalethe gang is back! Except for Ulinde, but maybe she can do Pallass if her team is there?

Montressa was beaming, and Palt and Bezale were palpably excited. Valeterisa headed to the door, but a worried hand stopped her.

Oh! Oh, one thing, Archmagewhere am I putting this rune down?

Palt was struck by a thought. He gestured at the inn.

Miss Erin hasnt agreed to thisand frankly, I think she needs most of the mana in her inn. I could ask Imani to let me put the rune down in Barehooves

No, Palt. This is permanent, you donkey! Get a warehouse! Youll be moving bulk items!

Montressa threw up her hands, and he backed up, hands raised. He puffed on a cigar defensively.

I was just asking! Okay, a warehouse. Thats Liscors new district then, for sure. Im glad we have the space. Should I rent it? Buy it outright? Ill need funds for that.

Hmm. Archmage, can we use our budget to buy a warehouse? Bezale will need the same thing.

Montressa jotted down the expenses, and Valeterisa frowned.

It will be necessary. Very well. How much do you two need?

Uhif its just renting a lease for a year, the city will probably let me have it at eight hundred gold pieces? And thats a big warehouse.

Bezale raised a hand after thinking for a moment.

Can I gettwo thousand?

Two thousand?

Montressa was aghast. Bezale crossed her arms.

Space in Invrisils expensive. Itll be the hardest city to buy a warehouse in.

Valeterisa sighed, but she agreed after only a moment. She had her budget, and this entire project would pay off.

Budget: 27,200 gold.

It all worked out, and the two [Mages] needed nothing more. They hurried off, and Montressa led Valeterisa towards Esthelm to meet with the next [Mage] on their teleportation network. Theyd have to use Valeterisas spells once they passed Celum, but this was it. And each [Mage] they talked to was eager and on-board.

After all, they were working with Valeterisa, the Archmage of Izril, and rather to her embarrassed surprisethey seemed to hold her in some esteem. That alone made the somewhat boring task of introducing and explaining the project worth it.

The Archmage of Izril arrived in Esthelm just in time to witness a fine. Well, a certain Vampire skulking after her and taking copious notes on this entire grand endeavor witnessed it too.

As well as a [Lady] and her [Maids]Ieka Imarris, not Magnolia Reinhart, who was sipping tea and watching a [Scrying] spell in her mansion rather than using an [Invisibility] spell on the ground.

So four different groups had a wonderful view of Kevin trialing one of his new, top-end Solar Bikes.

Its fast! Its almost as light as a featherand its got traction spells and gravity spells on the pedals!

He was doing a wheelie with it, and he actually made the bicycle hop nearly four feet. Then he nearly wiped out. But the [Engineer] was laughing with delight, and Master Pelt, the Dwarf, and Hedault and Selys were all watching with approval.

Well, Selys and Pelt were approving. Hedault was still mad.

You painted it.

The chrome finish looked terrible, Hedault. No one wants a stainless steel bike. This is one of the ones we have to send to Khelt first. See?

The [Enchanter] glowered at the gold paint on the metal of the bike and the flashy spokes that glittered.

Its an affront to the effort I put in.

Bah, its a showpiece that will make even that damn undead ruler smile. Why are you bouncing on one wheel?

Kevin grinned. This bicycles wheels would stick to the ground, so he could balance it upright. He kicked one pedal, and the acceleration did knock him on his back.

Whoa! Fuck. This thing is powerful! Its more like a motorcycle than a bicycle.

It is enchanted with my best spells. I personally stress-tested it, and it has passed every City Runner I encountered. Even Runner Garia and Fals.

Hedault looked exorbitantly proud of his creation. And why not? This was not one of the regular bicycles that Solar Cycles was offering. This was a high-end model, the result of all the magic Kevin and Hedault could brainstorm in to make a bicycle even more powerful than anything Earth could come up with.

Even electric bikes dont have that kind of kick. I didnt damage the paint, did I?

Its enchanted not to. Despite the odious gold.

Hedault smirked as Kevin saw the finish had no issues. Even Valeterisa, passing by, nodded in appreciation of the spellcasting.

Nine different enchantments on a single object with no magical overlap. Apprentice, this is good [Enchanter]s work. We could hire him to make a teleportation circle. You there. Would you like to move to Esthelm? Or House Sanito? Or

Archmage, Master Hedault has work, and he lives in Invrisil. The Mages Guildmaster here is waiting

Montressa dragged her master on as Kevin, ebullient, kept riding the bicycle around.

This is so great. I want one as soon as we fulfill all the rush orders, Hedault. Althoughthe brakes are a bit weak. I think its because this is so much more powerful than we thought. Its nothing on the brakes themselves. Can we add a spell that helps stop this thing?

He demonstrated the issue, skidding several feet with sheer momentum even when he locked the tires. Hedault frowned.

A deployable [Halt Momentum] spell triggered by the brakes that also affects the rider? That is not easy.

Well, lets workshop the issue. But let me just take this for a spin

He had to see how fast this could go. Kevin took off down the street as Pelt, shaking his head, went back to work. He had no desire to zoom around like thatand in that sense, the Dwarf was far wiser than Selys and Hedault, who both wanted a turn.

The problem was that Esthelm, and Liscor, and most cities were not used to bikes, which were neither wagon nor pedestrian. Kevin realized the tighter streets were not as easy for him to navigate, and Esthelm, a city with walls, was not sprawling enough.

I guess I need open ground. Damn

He braked, sighing, as he shot along the street. Once again, the bike skidded with the sheer momentum the wheels produced. Kevin shot forwards eight feet

And ran over Watch Captain Zevaras tail.

It was really unfortunate. Kevin would have realized this far sooner if he were in Liscor rather than Esthelm, but bicycles would have a negative interaction with the Drake species as a whole.

Because their tails were long and dragged behind themand a bicycle was the perfect object to come speeding along and smash someones tail.

Especially on her day off. Watch Captain Zevaras shout of agony attracted everyones attention.

My tail! Who ran overyou! A damn bicycle-thing? And youI know you! Youre one of Erin Solstices guests! Youre under arrest foryoure

She realized she was out of her jurisdiction, but the furious Drake holding an ice cream cone was not above making a citizens arrest. She had a dent in her tail!

Ancestors! Zevara, I am so sorryKevin!

Selys was horrified, and the Watch Captains furious tirade only increased as one of Esthelms guards came over. This wasnt a jailable offense, but Kevin was issued the first bicycle-related fine in the history of this world.

The Esthelm [Guard] was very respectful of Zevara, but her heart wasnt in the moment. After he had apologized profusely and turned over four silver coins, three of which went to her, she just swished her tail and glowered.

Some day off.

Let me join you. You shouldnt be wasting your day off. And Kevin will have to repair his brakes. Why didnt you tell me you had time off?

Selys glared at Kevin as he meekly fiddled with his bike, and Hedault muttered about experimenting with brake systems. Zevara brushed it off.

I dont need a parade, Selys. Dressing up and attending some restaurant in Invrisil or Pallass is the last thing I need. I was having a snack and looking around Esthelm. Andthinking. I might have more time off in the future, anyways.

Oh! Is the Watch large enough to let you have more days off? That would be good for your health. I never see you except on-duty.

Zevara ignored that comment like any person married to their job. But she was oddly pensive today, and even the bicycle thing hadnt lit a fire under her.

Im justwell, yes. Maybe I will have more time to myself. I wonder what Ill do.

Kevin and Selys looked at Zevara, interested. Hedault had taken Kevins bike for a turn, and Pelt cared exactly 0% about all of this, so hed gone back to his forge.

Ersomething up, Watch Captain? Is everything all right with the law?

Kevin wasnt the chummiest with Relc and Zevaras crew, but he respected her job. Zevara shrugged.

Hm? Oh, were not in danger of being attacked by a foreign army, the dungeons safer with Facestealer allegedly dead, and Erin Solstice is a known variable. No, no. Its actually that things are going so wellweve been upgraded. Liscor was always around a hundred thousand people, but we might be a third larger already, and were doing a census. But the writings up.

Wow, thats growth.

Liscor might be a third bigger already? Zevara nodded absently. She didnt look pleased by theadded difficulties of more species? But the Watch was larger. She explained the reason at last.

Weve been upgraded by the Walled Cities. They tend to rule on this sort of thing. We could obviously do it ourselves, but Manus sent us a note just this morning. The Council will receive an appropriate stipendand we are now able to appoint a Watch Commander and multiple Watch Captains. Well need at least two given the new size of the city and all the newcomers.

Selys and Kevins mouths fell open. Watch Commander?

This is great news, Zevara!

Mhm.

It was Kevin who realized why the Drake was so pensive.

That Watch Commanders going to be you, right, um, Captain Zevara?

Selys blinked. Zevara absently chewed on a stick of meat shed bought from a vendor.

I dont know. The Councils offered me the position, but I think Ill turn it down. I dont know if Im Watch Commander material. Ive had several blunders andwell, thats why youve seen Watch Captain Venim about Liscor more. Were thinking of offering him the position. Ive earmarked Beilmark as a Watch Captain if things go through.

You cant do that! Liscors first Watch Commander should be you, Zevara!

Selys was outraged and began to talk Zevara out of it, but the Watch Captain was just muttering about different specialties. After all, a Watch Commander was almost never on the ground, and they were supervisorial. She didnt know if she wanted that, but of course, if she was one of two or three Watch Captains that had rotations, shed have less work.

Things changed. But if Liscor didnt have Watch Captain Zevara leading the entire Watchwas nothing constant?

Lady Ieka would have dearly loved to know exactly how the bicycle was made and to steal Kevin and Hedault and all of Solar Cycles if she had time.

But amazingly, it wasnt important to her right now. Lady Ieka Imarris was following her aunt around with great concern. Invisible, yes, but she was aware Valeterisa could see her. The Archmage of Izril was a far more talented spellcaster than her niece. Besides, she kept absently waving at Ieka and her bodyguards every few minutes.

Lady Imarris? Theres a young woman spying on the Archmage.

One of Iekas bodyguards, the all-female unit styled after Bethals Rose Knights, murmured. Ieka glanced at the young woman with pale skin and black hair impatiently.

One of the inns many spies, no doubt. Lets not cause a scene. Show me the dossier on this [Mage]? Esthelms Guildmaster, I think.

She waited with growing impatience as one of her [Maids] fussed with a briefcase, nearly dropped half the files, and took six minutes to find the file. Six minutes. By that time, Valeterisa was already discussing buying a place to set up the teleportation network.

Ieka Imarris bit back a scathing comment as she snatched the report on the [Guildmaster]which turned out to be little more than their name, a note saying theyd survived the Goblin Lords attack on Esthelm, and a guess at their level.

Likely over Level 20.

She stared at the note. Likely over Level 20. That was the best intelligence she had on Esthelms [Guildmaster].

I am surewe can do better than this, Estvie?

She turned to her [Head Maid], and the young woman blushed. She was twenty-three, had amazingly brilliant blonde-sapphire hair, and had been handpicked by Ieka to act as her assistant in all ways. She even knew [Power Strike] and had worked as a Bronze-rank adventurer for a year and a half.

And this was all splendid. GrandIekas bodyguards said nothing as Estvie curtsied slightly.

Ill amend our files on Esthelm very soon, Lady Ieka.

I meant in generalits fine. Its fine.

Ieka bit her lip. Here was the thing. Estvie was an exceptionally attractive young woman. Fashionable. She could manage the other [Maids] who worked for Ieka and followed the [Lady] of House Imarris around with minimal infighting, and could coordinate with the [Bodyguards], who were former [Mercenaries] and good women.

Ieka had an all-female staff. But she had to admitEstvie may have risen to her current position because she was the best candidate Ieka had. Not because she was perfect for the job.

Ideally, Ieka had wanted her [Head Maid] to be at least a former Silver-rank adventurer, but not a lot of women wanted to be [Maids]and had Estvies hairand could do the job. It was a limited pool, and that was fine in a vacuum. The [Bodyguards] had just told Ieka, privately, that they would not be counting on Estvie for support in a battle. The sword the [Head Maid] carried was ornamental.

This would all be acceptable to Iekaif not for the ghost that haunted her. Like a certain Dragon, she was plagued by a face. A woman. Tall, eyes sometimes flashing like a grey knife, hair cropped short, lithe, a professional who only changed out of her maids outfit for a killers dress.

Ressa

No, wait. Ieka was haunted by Magnolia Reinhart. The [Lady] she could never seem to surpass, who had Ressa, a staff that was annoyingly competent, and a perfect information networkall things Ieka lacked.

Ressa did not haunt Iekas dreams. The [Lady]s dreams involving Ressa were decidedly more pleasant. If Ieka could have hired Ressa, she would have. But no sum she had offered had ever made the [Head Maid] of the Reinharts even blink twice.

Alas. Ieka handed back the file and sighed as she watched it being fumbled back into the Endless Briefcase, a variation on a bag of holding that carried any number of documents and information. The trouble was

Lady Ieka Imarris was not incompetent. She madechoices sometimes regarding her staff, and her personal affairs had a lot of fan-waving and sighing, but House Imarris was one of the more successful noble houses.

When Tyrion Veltras had called for allies against the Goblin Lord, she had been alongside Gralton and the [Emperor], Laken Godart, for ranking. She was no Magnoliaor that damned lucky Bethalbut she could elbow with the second-best of Izril.

What bothered Ieka was the lack of womanpower she sometimes facedin that Magnolia Reinhart would happily poach any talent for her staff in a heartbeat. But her rivalry with Magnolia was ongoing. If Ieka was sometimes acutely aware of the failings of her staffthey did their best, and she knew their capabilities.

She was more worried about her aunt right now.

Ieka was aware that Valeterisa was scattered. She was acutely aware of it, being Valeterisas only family-member who could even get in contact with the Archmage of Izril. She loved Valeterisa for it; in Wistram and growing up, Valeterisa had been the one aunt who supported Iekas magical aspirations without question, if sometimes absently. She had helped Ieka take over House Imarris

And Ieka had helped her aunt in her own ways. Sometimes it was smoothing over an incident or simply paying a fine for a book that never got returned. Making much of Valeterisas reputation was never hardshe was a genius at spellcraft.

But this latest project really did worry Ieka because it smacked of Maviola El. Ieka admired the former matriarch of the House of El, she really did

But that woman had managed to fail at a lot of projects, the Kaalblades being the one exception. And she had talked Valeterisa into all of it. Maviola El was a passionate, engaging speaker with a vision. She just didnt always deliver.

Ieka had heard the pitch that her aunt had made to Lord Alman, Lord Ranga, and Lord Andel. Lord Ranga was not a quiet man and had told his son all about it. She had grave concerns, not least because she was a bit worried about the scope of this project.

Ieka was no Andel, who could barely keep track of his finances and needed help just figuring out how much money he had. She had a basic test of competence she would use to assess a [Lord] or [Lady]s ability to govern, which was as crucial as their ability to socialize or lead.

Test 1. Can you keep up with a receptionist in a Merchants Guild for a day?

If you couldnt do that, you didnt have any head for numbers. They had a lot of ledgers, but it was just noting down sums and making sure you could follow goods bought and sold. If a noble didnt have a head for numbers on that basic level, that was a problem.

Test 2. Knowing when someone who smiles at you is lying.

Everyone smiled at a [Lady] when they wanted something. Take everyone at face value and youd be tricked in a second. More than once, Ieka had tested a [Lord] or [Lady] and seen them completely ripped off by a [Merchant] claiming this brooch was only sixty gold coins when it was worth less than two. It usually wasnt even a good lie, just a basic Skill that relied on someones arrogance or assumption they were being told the truth.

But the third test of basic competence was one about organization, and it was one that Ieka feared her aunt was falling prey to. Most [Lords] or [Ladies] of an inquiring mind could solve it given the time and learned something from it. But Valeterisa

Test 3. How do you turn water into wine?

She vividly recalled Lord Ranga laughing about it at a party when she revealed her three tests one time. That man hadnt gotten the point at all.

She had learned this trick from Lord Pellmia, in fact. Ieka recalled, as a young woman, how she had toured Quellaes orchards and vineyards and he had talked over the process.

Wine was free. All you had to do was water the right seeds.

Well, of course, that was oversimplification. First you found a spot that was fertile enough to grow grapes. You had to clear the land, make sure the pests were out, fence it off, hire workers or do the work yourself. Buy the right seeds, build trellises to support the vines as they grew, check them for pests, and keep away everything that wanted to eat the grapes. Process them after letting them dry, let the mixture fermentexperiment with the quality and so on.

But all Pellmia claimed you needed was water. Water was essential for the crops and workers. You couldnt pull water out of nothing. You could, in time, pay the workers harvesting the grapes with the proceeds from the wine. You could use the grapes you grew to sow more vineyards. The system of making wine, in theory, paid for itself. Barrels came from wine sales. Wine came from the industry supporting itself.

Only the water was a stopgap. Even in dry Chandrar, he claimed that you could found a vineyardbut you had to have the water.

It was one of those thought-experiments that proved whether or not you could logic your way to understanding the process of making wine. Even Lord Ranga could follow that kind of thing; he could tell you how his [Herders] cared for the damn cattle in minute detail. A [Lord] or [Lady] who could do that could at least understand the industry they cared for.

But her auntwhen Ieka had floated the riddle to Valeterisa, the renowned Archmage of Izril, the genius who had lifted Fissival and spellcaster supreme, Valeterisa had thought about it for two seconds.

Cast a transfiguration spell, Ieka. Next riddle?

Which was fair for a [Mage] to say. But even when Ieka had explained the premise, Valeterisahad never quite bothered to figure out how wine was made. She was entirely uninterested in wine, which was fine for a spellcaster. Only this enterprise?

This wasnt about magic alone. Ieka had grave concerns.

There were eight stops between Liscor and Invrisil. Adding in Bezale and Palt, that made ten. Three more to House Sanito meant thirteen teleportation spots to teleport the goods.

But Montressa had found thirteen [Mages]. Each one was enthusiastic, took Valeterisas blueprints for the spell circleand her gold.

Quite a lot of it, in fact. Valeterisa had known shed have to pay for a warehouse to teleport from. Some of the [Mages] had backups, though.

Ill use the basement of the Mages Guild, Archmage. Its spacious enough. Id only chargelets call it a hundred and fifty gold for the year? If were using this service as much as I think, it will be simple.

The Esthelm [Guildmaster of Magic] had his solution. One town along the way had no free warehouse, so the [Mage] volunteered their house.

Well just have to teleport through it. The rooms large enough to hold most shipments. We can pay for a warehouse later. But we do need to buy gemstones.

Gemstones. Valeterisa hadnt realized this, but few [Mages] besides Palt or Bezale had access to the right quality gemstones to lay down a proper spell circle. Most used magicoreso she had to give them what she had and buy all the stocks she could find. Pallass had enough gems from Salazsar, which exported a good amount of the worlds supply, but it was dear.

Cost of all the storage spots for the teleportation grid? 4,521 gold pieces.

Cost of the gemstones to write the spell circles? 1,775 gold pieces.

Budget: 20,904 gold pieces.

A third of the budget was used up, but that was fine. The teleportation network would be up, running, and in a few days, theyd send through a piece of copper ore to prove it was working, then port the rest. And once it was running, the network would pay for itself and need no further outlays of coin.

Valeterisa was tired after having to talk to so many people. She went to sleep that night, still excited by the vision of the Teleportarium 2.0. Goods were just the beginning. When she could transfer peopleshed convince Pallass to let her set up a network. It was a long way from here to Fissival, but if she wanted people she knew to ever visit her

Connect Izril via magic. Much like the Crossroads of Izril quest. Part of Valeterisa wondered why Erin Solstice was so obsessed with that. Her magic could do it simpler.

The next morning, two problems occurred. Montressa found Valeterisa in the Haven and knocked on the door. The Archmage had been dozing as she waited for her morning cup of coffee.

Her apprentice delivered it. And fresh underwear and other things. Valeterisa was reading a book about the Lightning Thief in bed, and she heard a muted conversation from outside.

up early. Didnt I see you two hours ago?

Ohyes, Guildmistress Godfrey.

Mihaela. This project Valley is on about. Is it going to work?

Montressas voice was nervous.

I-I hope so! Ive chosen good [Mages].

Running a network isnt easy. Valleys as coordinated as a frog in a slicked oil well wearing a suit of plate armor.

Mihaela was always rude. Valeterisa huffed slightly as Montressa spoke up. The door was slightly ajar, which was why Larras privacy spells werent working.

I am most assuredly going to help her to the best of my abilities, Guildmistress! I looked up each [Mage] via the local Mages Guilds, and theyre the best in each town. I know Bezale and Palt personally. I wont let her down.

Mhm. Good. Im getting to work. I have to torment a few upshot City Runners. Does she really make you buy underwear? Nevermind, dont answer that.

Mihaela tromped off just as Valeterisa closed her book, vaguely annoyed. But then there was a rap at the door, and Montressa was there, pushing into the room and waving a nervous hand.

Archmage? Can you look over Bezales work? Shes stressing a bit that shes messed something up. Andyou have an angry [Merchant] waiting for you.

How angry is angry?

The leader of the Merchants Guild in Invrisil was very angry. And he had two [Bodyguards] and would have loved to summon Valeterisa into his office in Invrisil to scream at her.

But one did not summon Valeterisa anywhere. In fact, she ignored him so completely he had to find her on the streets of Invrisil as she followed Bezale to her spell circle in progress. The two [Bodyguards] mostly tried to hide behind the [Merchant] as he shouted.

You are trying to destroy our trade, and we will not have it, Archmage! If you had approached us in good faiththe Drivers Guild and Runners Guilds are both aware of what you are doing!

I have every right to do this. Thank you. [Silence].

Valeterisa waved her wand. Montressa was aghast.

Archmage, you cant do that!

Oh, very well. [Dispel Magic].

This is assault on a citizen of Invrisil! You two, arrest her! Call the Watch!

The incandescent [Merchant] didnt get to arrest Valeterisa. The [Bodyguards] were not about to try. Both were over Level 30 and very competent and dangerous with their pointy sticks. But they were also fans of the news. They had seen her lift Fissival over her head.

How did he find out about our project?

Montressa grimaced when Valeterisa finally got out of range of the [Merchant] throwing a tantrum.

I think someone informed him. Either one of our [Mages] orsomeone sold the information. Information brokers are strong. Bezale, do you know who did it?

The Minotauress ran a kind of information brokers service along with her magical connections to Liscor. She grunted.

It was the new broker in Invrisil. Bloody Secrets.

Who?

Some upshot seller of info from Reizmelt. She stays at the inn, Montressa. And dont look at me about the name. I didnt choose it. She did. Its so pretentious.

How well is she doing?

Bezale shrugged.

Not as well as me. Shes new. Shes got a Steel Golem bodyguard, and shes rich, but shes new. She opened her business, ran off for months, and came back. You have to prove youre something in Invrisil. Give her two years and maybe shell be more than a pest, but she did get the scoop on us. Heres my spell circle, Archmage. Is it?

Valeterisa saw that Bezale had bought out a large warehouse to store goods in just as promised. It had a steel bolt lock, and the Minotauress had sealed the windows with basic wards. In the center of the room, which she had swept, she had begun to trace the spell circle in melted gemstone lines of magic.

Hmm. You did three layers in one night. Good!

Three out of five were done, and Valeterisa was happy. She could have done this herself, but it would have taken her four hours, and her back hurt for bending over so long. Montressa hurried around, peering at the circle.

Its very well done. A perfect copy. You didnt have to worry, Bezale!

The Minotauress exhaled in a rush.

Good! Its just the most complex thing Ive doneI wanted to be sure. I am sorry, Archmage.

Its fine. This is good. Youll be done today, then. Perhaps we can teleport the goods from House Sanito today!

The Archmage perked up, but Montressa raised a hand.

If Bezale is only on three layers out of five by todaywe need to wait at least another one. Thank you, Bezaleoh, your niece would like to talk.

Ieka?

Aunt Valeterisa, youre going everywhere. Are you alright? Youre not being harassed by the Merchants Guild about your project, are you? I tried to put a lid on it, but they really dont like your project, so they bought all the information up.

Ieka was, as ever, surprising to Valeterisa. The Archmage had some tea with her niece in Iekas rooms in the Haven. She was always so

You are so informed, Ieka. How did you know about my project?

You talk, Aunt.

Ieka sounded peeved, and Valeterisa blinked at her.

But I use privacy spells.

Yes, but not perfectly. Are youforgive me. Lets start from the beginning. Im glad you didnt decide to work for the Drakes. I was inspired, seeing you at Fissival.

The girl put down her cup and looked at Valeterisa, and she seemed so much older than Valeterisa remembered. She had grown up from the girl who would beg for Valeterisa to show her spells.

But the look hadnt changed. Her eyes were bright violet, like distant stars, and when they looked at Valeterisa, they shone like the first time the [Mage] had cast [Illumination] in an empty field for her.

Valeterisa liked that look. But Iekas look of admiration was tinged withanger.

They never respected you. You shouldnt have given them the time of day.

I grew up there, Ieka. I like Fissival. I still do. They do not like me.

She didnt want to talk about Fissival. Valeterisa peered at Ieka.

Have you gotten engaged yet? Your mother sometimes asks me about your prospects.

Ieka flushed.

Ive grown far past listening to my parents wishes in that regard, Aunt. You know how it is. Im more concerned inthe new lands. Personnel. Have you any interest in going there?

Valeterisa thought about it.

I am interested in whatever is being found, but no. I dont want to go ahead like Deniusth or Colth. Adventurers tend to die.

Even the Archmage of Izril?

Valeterisa smiled at the comment, and Ieka turned red. But Valeterisa just thought for a second.

Colth can be scarier than I am. I helped them fight in the dungeon against Facestealer. I remembered why I dont adventure. And Colth is not rushing to the new lands. Therefore it is too dangerous for me.

Even for you. Auntwhat is Eldavin like? Is he really that far above all the old Archmages in magic? You?

Yes. Most definitely.

Her niece didnt like that. She had some kind of odd pride about Valeterisa, but the Archmage explained how Eldavin had come to Wistram, and Ieka listened attentively. Her face was wistful and pained.

It feels like there is always an insurmountable mountain of talent, Aunt. If youIve seen you put your life into studying, and this Eldavin swoops in and teaches you all like students. For myself? I cannot get out of Magnolia Reinharts shadow.

Valeterisa pursed her lips. This was a familiar conversation.

She inherited one of the Five Families. It is not exactly fair to compare, Ieka. Besides, if Eldavin can take Wistram forwards, I will follow him. I only wish

She paused, and Ieka glanced up. Valeterisas lips moved.

I only wish he hadnt changed.

Something about him had shiftedbut she didnt tell even her niece that. Lacking any other conversation points, Valeterisa leaned forwards.

How have your magical studies gone?

Ieka sighed, but fondly.

I dont have time to study magic as often as you, Aunt. Frankly, Im surprised you even took the time to visit the Haven.

It has free bread. And Larra told me to come. I will wish to return to my mansion soon to research, but I have opportunities here such as the teleportation network.

Ieka was fiddling with one of her rings.

Yes, well, on that topicare you quite certain you want to take on this entire affair yourself, Aunt? It is a great task, and I fear it will divide your attention.

Valeterisa waved a hand as if trying to limply strike a moth.

I considered offering it to Magnolia Reinhart or letting Eldavin do it. But the profit to be made is appealing. We have already mostly finished Invrisils magical circuit and will test the network tomorrow, probably.

That soon?

Something in Iekas tone made Valeterisa glance up. She would have entirely missed it if her attention was divided and she only had one thought-process on talk to niece, but right now

You are skeptical? The magic is sound.

Your magic always is. But Auntpeople are not that reliable, in my experience. If you need a bit of help, you need only say the word. I am tied up in my affairs in the new landsmy people are at the furthest most Drake cities in the west, you know, although there are complications.

Magical?

No. Passports.

Ieka grimaced, and Valeterisas interest waned.

I see. I believe we are quite set, niece. Thank you for the tea. ImsorryImissedeightbirthdays. Here is a present from me.

She offered Ieka a box, and the [Lady] smiled.

Aunt, you didnt have to. Really. Is it a potion? A note to the Merchants Guild? Aoh.

Her hands stopped as she opened the box. She had, Ieka had to own, low expectations. In the past, her aunt may have literally poured gold into a bag of holding. This time, Ieka slowly lifted a long wand out of a case. Its insides ran with liquid metal, carefully, carefully contained within.

Mercury. An alchemical wand sealed within lattice crystal rated for a Level 40 spellcaster.

Aunt! Its beautiful. Did you say Level 40? My wand isnt this strong!

It was probably the most powerful wand you could buy on the open marketassuming there were wands for sale on the open market of this quality. Valeterisa smiled absently.

Did you make it?

Ieka couldnt understand where it had come from. Valeterisa shook her head.

Iasked a fellow Archmage, Viltach, to craft it for me. I was worried since he lost his arm, but he seems to have managed.

Or rather, Montressa, after a lot of pondering, had vouchsafed only this kind of gift would do. She had personally arranged the favor, and the look on Iekas face made even Valeterisa smile.

Its beautiful, Aunt. Thank you.

The [Lady] hugged her aunt gently, and Valeterisa smiled. She kept smiling for the rest of the day as she introduced herself to people interested in her new services and mentioned the delivery with House Sanito at the end of the week. The execution made her sad when she heard of it. But even she could not just fly across Izril, had she even been inclined to do something.

As promised, Teriarch had returned Rafaema to the inn after a day of flying. There had been a tiny scene when she returnedher guardian, the [Spearmaster], had a lot to complain about.

He had brandished his spear at Demsleth, even, until he was reminded that Erin Solstice could ban him from the inn.

Listen, pal. The only reason Im letting you in is because Im tired of spies and your [Soldiers] lurking around the grass. Plus, its funny watching Demsleth mess with you. But cause trouble and Ill have Mrsha kick you out!

An exasperated Rafaema had smoothed things over with a promise to return nightly, but she had to call on her Dragonspeaker to give Lulv marching orders. Teriarch had watched the one called Ferris and Lulv and her [Soldiers] and thought they did care.

Spells were a poor way to check on the validity of true emotionbut there was something funnier than offensive when Lulv asked quietly if Rafaema had been the subject of untoward advances in any way. When Rafaema figured out what he meant, she almost tossed him out a window. But a bad protector wouldnt ask.

It was so entirely depressing what Manus wanted Rafaema to bemother of an entire speciesthat Teriarch didnt have the heart to bring that up to her. Though it was an inevitable conversation. He focused on his job. That was hard enough.

Demsleth didnt stay overnight at The Wandering Inn, but he certainly indulged in its services enough to justify Erins goodwill towards him. Aside from talking to Ryoka, Rafaema, and Magnolia

He had been in his cups that night, brooding over the failed Slime Master Culivan. Trying to figure out if he should send a [Message] or keep well enough alone.

He fearedhe had not changed the mans trajectory away from his wasteful experiments. If anything, he might have added to the danger. Culivan would now be looking for the word seith in everything, and if he looked hard enough

Maybe it was just as well. A jumpstart to inevitable progress? They needed building blocks, and short of finding a substitute or another material like Sages Grass, this was a natural progression. The [Alchemist] who visited the inn, Culivan, and any number of experts needed to rediscover what previous eras had found to advance to the next tier of accomplishment.

He decided not to try another interference point. Leave well enough alone and come back later in a month. Hed do a better job next time. There were a lot of next times. Besides, Rafaema was already bouncing to get to the next location.

When Teriarch picked her up the next day to continue hunting down people who had met with ghosts, he was noticeably slower in the air.

Do your wings hurt, Lord Teriarch? We could take a break.

Nonsense. Im quite fine.

He was a bit snappishbut perhaps that was because they had visited three different spots and found no more people actually chosen by ghosts. One had claimed to have met a spiritbut a [Detect Truth] spell had established the lie at once.

They had better luck halfway through the day, though. Teriarch landed amidst a field of snow and flowers gentlyand Demsleth strode into a village that cultivated dyes.

Flower dyes. They had, therefore, a beautiful field of flowers still blooming amidst the snow. It seemed someone had a Skill.

[Fields: Permafrost Resistance] or [Untouched by Weather]. I wonder if the [Farmer] or whoever has the class is the target of the spell.

Demsleth remarked as he strode up to a brightly decorated house, proof that the dyes and paints made from the flowers were good quality.

As it turned outthe [Gardener] who cultivated so many flowers was not the person chosen by a ghost. It was her son.

The boy was fifteen and not hard to find. Everyone in the village knew Horres name and what had happened. They were also highly suspicious of Demsleth and Rafaemaeven when he explained he was simply here to listen and perhaps help.

You wont be the first to bother him. Thereve been fifteen [Merchants] so farand eight adventurers and a bunch of shady folk. Thieves, no less. Some in broad daylight! They broke into Costeres cottage, so any suspicious moves and we will have you out of the village, sir.

Costere was a widow, and her son had grown up helping till the fields. There was something poetic about it that stirred Rafaemas sense of stories.

A gardeners son, strong and hale, in a simple village who one day was visited by a ghost. The boy had hair in three colors, which amused her greatly. Green, yellow, and blue in three stripes across his hair. It seemed it was a tradition in this village to dye anything since they had such access.

I cant sell you this sword, Mister Demsleth. If youre here on behalf of anyoneeven a famous Named-rank, I cant. The man who gave it to me told me I had to carry it. I swore an oath.

He lookednervous. Nervous and less than happy for a boy who had the mark of stories on him. But perhaps that had to do with a boarded up window and the wary villagers.

This place used to love travellers. Now, after hes nearly been mugged twicea sword from a ghost.

Can you tell me how it happened?

Demsleth had won some warmth by offering some pipes and ash around to smoke as well as a cake that Rafaema suspected came straight from The Wandering Inn. Costere sat there, lookinganxious as Horre repeated the story with clear practice.

Four months ago, he had been in the fields when a stranger walked across the flowerbeds. Annoyed, Horre had shouted for the man to stop trampling the shootsuntil he realized the stranger left no footprints in their wake.

A warrior pointed down, down into the dirt and told Horre something lay buried under his feet. A precious blade and his bones. If he was worthy to claim it. But the ghost demanded a vow.

Forsake your farm and heritage. If you pick up this sword, you are now a warrior of a long legacy. Reclaimer, rebuilder of Giryals Champions. Mercenary company of old. So I promised him to do it. He told me he was going to fight at the end of this world. I dug up the sword, and here it is.

Horre held up the blade, and Rafaema whistled. She stared at the weapon, and her training in Manus told her what it was. Not a longsword or a greatsword, which were classical and, you had to admit, sort of boring.

He had a falchion, a single-edged blade with a guard and slanted or curved tip to the edge. Even without oil or polishing more than the buffing of his sleeve, it gleamed in the cold winter air. But that wasnt what made it special.

Put the sword down, lad! Its doing it again

Everyone in the village winced as the wind blew, and Rafaemas earholes caught the shriek as the blade cut the air. It grew louder and louder and then suddenly silentas if the blade were so sharp as to create a vortex of sound.

She thought she saw it toothe wind dividing in a long gash across the ground past Horre. And that was what happened when he held it up.

Giryals Champions. Idont know that company. Yet that blade is fine, young man.

Fine enough for everyone to want it. Were lucky House Quellae is the only noble with land near ours. Lord Pellmia didnt demand it, but hes already offered young Horre a position in his guard.

I cant take it. I have to start a company.

And how?

The question came from Costere, and while his mother, the [Gardener], sounded gentle, the boy hunched his shoulders.

He was fifteenand looked almost full-grown for his age, over six foot two and broad-shouldered, but Rafaema had a terrible kinship with him. Horre spoke slowly and deliberately, trying not to glance at his mothers expression.

I dont know. But Ive made a promise. A vow. I levelled up. I am a [Mercenary Captain], and I should start somewhere. Perhaps its like an adventurer.

Well be going with you, Horre!

Half the village lads and some of the girls were ready to start roving around already. But the older villagers lookednervous.

We dont fear Horre would do poorly against a pack of monsters, Mister Demsleth. Hes chased off those thieves, and when one grabbed the sword and ran, it flew all the way back into his hand. But there arefolk who would do anything for a blade like that.

Its not even a Relic. Its decent butahem. I quite agree, Master Roisel. Do you have a plan?

The villagers did not. Costere looked at Demsleth with a surprising amount of trust. But perhaps she sensed he was more than he seemed.

Do you, Mister Demsleth?

The old man made a show of stroking his beard. He spoke carefully.

If I were young Horre, I would take my vow seriously. A class is a class. But perhaps I should take the view that one does not need to lead a company overnight. A promise is a promise, but the duration is important.

Horres troubled head rose hopefully, and Costere smiled as her eyes lit up.

Oh, I see!

Teriarch hmmed. And Rafaema began to smile as he nodded.

Mercenaries are not common on Izril. But there is surely one of Balerosor perhaps Izril has the right onewho could teach Horre the job. Giryals Champions might not appear overnight, but with someone to teach him the blade and basics, Horre might well level.

It beats him cutting grass all day. Hes only gotten to Level 3 by practiceyou speak wisdom, Mister Demsleth.

Some of the other villagers were nodding. Demsleth was smiling wider, and Rafaemas heart leaptright until he kept speaking.

Naturally, the first thing the lad should do is plant a fake story about the village hes from. Someone always comes by to take the mother or village hostage when an artifact is about.

Huh?

The smiling villagers hesitated. Horres expression grew worried.

Take my mother hostage?

Demsleth took a deep draft of the pipe and exhaled in a plume. He looked up at the sky.

Its already begun. I suggest you come up with a good name. Flowershomelets say its eighty miles south of here. You need to have a few convincing anecdotes to throw people off, and this village might consider changing its name. You can even register the name in the Merchants Guild.

Iwe could try that. Have a whipround for the fee?

Demsleth waved this off. He was frowning now. He produced ten gold coins and placed them on the ground. Costere frowned at them, and Horre blinked and his mouth fell open at the sight of the gold.

Allow me. Consider it a donation to a young mans talents. But lets consider who you want to apprentice him to. A bad [Mercenary] might lead young Horre down the wrong path. He might find he is working with naught but [Brigands]even if he is of good character. You want the upstanding sort of mercenary. One vetted properly. I suggest a proper lure for some former soldier-of-fortune who wants to do things again. Does anyone here have [Detect Intention]? [Greater Appraisal]? [Detect Guilt]?

No one nodded. Demsleth puffed harder, frowning, then pulled something out of his bag of holding.

Very well. Here is a scroll of [Detect Intention]. Brighter colors mean purer intentionI didnt choose the gradient. It will work six times, and perhaps you had better weigh your options and interview all six before you choose, young man, but the quality of your company will also matter. Now, I dont need to tell you that all sorts of attractive young women or men or both will be drawn to success. Childhood sweetheartsyou dont have any of them, do you?

A frienddo you mean someone Id fall in love with?

A romantic interest. I suggest you get it out of your system. I am not suggesting now, but just be careful about the aforementioned hangers-on. Or love triangles. Speaking of which, its good that your sword returns to you. But what you are going to need if you start a mercenary company is the most essential thing for a roving warrior.

Courage?

Someone finally broke into Demsleths deep thinking. The old man snorted. Rafaema raised a claw.

Er, Demsleth, a word?

Not a word, nor courage. Did you just say numbers, young woman? Hah! I like that!

He chuckled to one side, then reached into his bag of holding.

No, its a lockbox. And I happen to, er, have one right here. Your coin needs to be backed, and every [Thief] is going to be after it. Now, some [Mercenaries] use magical contracts, but most are informal. I suggest you study [Pirates], young Horre, and see how they divide their shares of treasure up. Its actually quite scientificnothing kills a company more than accusations the division of spoils is not fair.

Horre had grabbed a sheet of paper, and he looked like he was desperately taking notes. Costeres smile had turned to concern, and the villagers were staring. Demsleth kept pulling objects out of his bag of holding.

I think within a year we can get you to Level 20. Maybe even Level 30

Level 30?

If he throws himself into a war or two. He may diebut your [Mercenary] commander knows what battles to take. I suggest not opposing one of the Five Families and be very careful about lucrative contracts. Ah, but the boys only fifteen. Hell have to have his moment when he stands up to authorityand then hell know if hes leadership material. Oh! Socks!

He almost bellowed it as he shoved a pile of objects forwards, and Horre nearly threw up.

S-socks?

Countless warriors die of gangrene or infection on their feet! Enchanted socks. Let me just make a pairof all the things I think I can leave you with, enchanted socks might save your life. I cant stop a Creler or hold your hand, young Horre. I am just a travellerbut here.

He produced two bright blue socks and handed them to Horre. And at this point, even Demsleth seemed to realize he had gone too far. He stepped backand coughed.

ErIm just thinking ahead. Forewarned is forearmed, after all.

He looked around, and the village was silent. Rafaema was trying not to meet Demsleths eyes.

The Dragon had been on the right track. He really had. The feeling in the air when he had suggested that first part had been good. But now? Horre was still writing, trying to note down all the things Demsleth had talked about. And he seemed

He seemed to suddenly get exactly what his promise to the ghost meant. His mother seemed happier about that because the boy with a quest suddenly was being told he might die with his feet rotting off before he ever got to the battlefield and that he should really adopt a share-based system for dividing treasure.

The Dragon hesitated, looked around, and backed up.

I must go. I, umI hope you take my words to heart. Its not perfect, but

He backed up as Rafaema slowly got to her feet and edged off after him. The two hurried away as the village of flowers sat silent. Demsleth strode off into the distance, and no one really said a word.

Thenhe stopped a hundred paces outside the village, turned, hurried back, and threw something on the ground.

Encrypted [Message] scroll. Its the death of anyone, really. And dont forget a good banner! Do not make it racist or speciesist! It always comes back to bite you! Farewell!

He ran off. Demsleth vanished when he was out of sight in the village. Rafaema transformed into a Dragon and flew off after the Dragonlord of Flame.

Hedidnt meet her eye for a long time. After a while, he muttered.

Its been a while since I did something like that. Prophecies and whatnot. [Heroes] are trickier, you know. Everyone goes for the farmhands. Next time, Ill do better. One can overshare information, I suppose.

O-oh? Farmhands are boring?

She managed weakly. Teriarch tried to chuckle as they rose into the air and flew south.

It is a clich. Dragons, ghosts, dying [Knights], damsels in dubious distressthey all have chosen champions throughout the eras. A lotand I do mean perhaps a thirdchoose farmhands or rural folk. Theres a logic to it. You knowclean air, honest work? It makes one assume that leads to good character.

Does it?

The Dragon paused. And his face grew sad and suddenly weary. He glanced back, and she realized Horre had been judged even as Demsleth overexplained his future.

No. I imagine this ghost had little time to choose, especially given his blade was location-based. The character of aa chosen hero is nigh impossible to ascertain. Some have styles. I myself have been accused by certain Unicorns of choosing certain types of people to place my trust in.

Like who?

He coughed.

Eryoung women. Young men tend to get led astray. Some choose caregivers, you know. Orphans of war or those trying to tend to the lost. In my experience, that kind of hero can become jaded and bitter.

Teriarch looked over his shoulder and sighed.

I didnt do that properly. Its justhe doesnt have twenty years to make a name for himself and fail and succeed. He might not even have ten. Im

For a second, he seemed uncertain, guilty, and glanced at Rafaemabut before he could say what was on his mind, Rafaema heard him swear under his breath.

Oh no. Its begun.

What has?

The news. Hold on. Ah, no ones covering it on the damned television. But they shouldmaybe it would stopdo you have access to Manus? Stop here a second.

They flew onto a cliff. A bunch of mountain goats startled as two giant, invisible forms started talking, and they promptly ran for it. Rafaemas stomach growled, but then she decided there was no point to even teasing the goats. What would she do, gulp down one wholesale without even removing the guts? Without washing or cooking it?

Gross.

I couldquery Manus via [Message] spell.

Do that. And ask them about the port city of Covieke.

Covieke? It might be a Drake name, and Rafaema vaguely recognized it. She sent a hurried [Message] off with her scrollit connected to Luciva herself. It was not the kind of thing she was supposed to use for casual [Messages], but this sounded urgent.

Covieke is a port city of Drakes. I dont know itbut I have been reading Drowned Folk [Messages]. They are abuzz with the name of the city. I fearNombernaughts surfacing has led to a pattern resurfacing.

Teriarchs eyes were flickering as he read invisible [Messages]. He spat a plume of violet.

Those fools. It seems Drowned Folk have been appearing in more cities.

Rafaema had heard that too. In Invrisil, even, and across Izril, the Drowned Folk had begun to migrate around. They had shipsbut they were a rare sight such that you might have only one in a city, like that Seborn.

Now, though, they were coming out of the depths of the sea. And it seemedgetting into trouble.

Three Drowned Folk [Sailors]. No description. Love affair with a Landfolk Drakeflights of Tempest Dragons, its all so familiar. Did they even kill anyone?

Teriarchs voice rose. He was reading a story via [Messages]but Rafaema got the full picture as Luciva made an inquiry and stated it simply.

Dragonspeaker: Coviekes [Strategist] reports an altercation within the city. A Drowned Folk ship docked three weeks ago. At least one member of the crew engaged in a relationship with locals. A fiance was allegedly convinced to run off to sea. I have four reports of disorderly conduct following the final incident involving the attempted abduction of a Drake citizen. Eighteen wounded, including members of the Watch and civilians. The local Council apprehended three Drowned Folk who did not flee to sea. Sentence: execution by hanging. What is your source of information, Rafaema?

Rafaema: Can you halt the execution?

Dragonspeaker: Coviekes Council is under tremendous local pressure. How critical is this?

The Lightning Dragon didnt know. It sounded like a huge skirmish had taken place if eighteen people were wounded. But Teriarch was peering over her shoulder.

We have to stop it. Can you tell the Dragonspeaker to pressure Covieke?

Me? II can ask. But Manus tries not to lean on cities so explicitly. Its a bad look, and this is a Zeres-aligned city.

Then go through Zeres.

Teriarchs eyes were blazing with alarm. He raised his voice as he fanned his wings, cursing.

Lean on the Serpentine Matriarch or Patriarch as hard as you can! Tell the Dragonspeaker she does not want this to escalate. A love story? Three Drowned Folk do not need to hang for that. Damn the Drake laws! Come on, we might be able to fly there.

Fly there?

They were in the north! But the Dragon was muttering an incantation, and Rafaema tried to write faster in her Drake form. She looked around, and Teriarch growled.

Jump on my back if you need to write!

She did, and he took off. The air twisted as he flew higher, cursing.

I dont have coordinates on Covieke! Zeres? Ill set off every wardIll have to do it from the Great Plains and hope I can fly

The feeling of teleporting across a continent almost made Rafaema throw up. It certainly made Teriarch swerve in the air, and he was gasping as they levelled out over the expansive great plains. They scared the hell out of a flock of geese before they vanished again.

Tell the Dragonspeaker to stop the execution.

Lucivas saying itd be a really difficult thing to do, Teriarch. Do Ihow important is it? Shes trying to talk to the local [Strategist].

Order her to get to the Council!

Order her?

A moment of terror gripped Rafaemas claw as her quill hovered over the [Message] scroll. Teriarch craned his head around as his wings beat. They were acceleratingflames sprouted from his wings, and he was angling himself south, along the coast. He flapped harder, panting in his voice.

Youhave to give her orders! This matters! Three lives matter! An entire species is coming to Izril, and if the first thing they encounter is wrath and ropethe Drowned Folk will follow Gnolls and Humans, and it can be stopped! Tell your Dragonspargh!

She heard the snap of air before she felt Teriarch lurch. What she saw was his wings, trying to handle the pressures of extreme speed, give. A muscle failed, and the wind slammed the wing open. That overbalanced the Brass Dragon.

And he went down.

Tons of metallic Dragon fell out of the sky as his good wing flailed, trying to catch himself. He had magiche slowed before he hit the ground.

Rafaema changed shape midway down and caught herself. She nearly slammed into the earth after him, and her own wings strained as she caught herself twenty feet off the ground.

Teriarch! Lord Teriarch! Are you

He lay there on his side, having left a trench of dirt through the grass. A terrified Waisrabbit teleported away as Teriarchs head slowly rose.

My wingscant support that speed. Im

He looked at her, then tried to heave himself up. Slowly, Teriarch got to his feet, but he winced as he unfurled his good wing. Then he stared ahead blankly. Rafaema gazed at his bleak facethen she realized the [Message] scroll was flashing. She unfurled it as she turned back into an Oldblood Drake.

Oh.

They were too late.

Coviekes harbor was filled with jeering. Drakes shouting as they raised their claws into the air. Angry screamslouder than the seagulls screeching.

Part of the docks were still smoldering from the fighting. The others had made it.

Three Drowned Folk [Depth Sailors] stood on a platform on the docks, under nooses. A [Strategist] was arguing with the Councilbut the Council was enmeshed in their town hall. They heard no arguments.

This was a port city. Justice was swift; the gallows were there for a reason. Troublemaking sailors and visitors saw the ultimate penalty. It was not always employed. Months could go by without it being used. But now, a crowd had gathered.

A Watch Captain stood by the gallows, keeping the crowds back with the [Guards] as he pondered his class. Watch Captain Zoreik had his orders. Crimes certainly had been committed.

Many Drakes were wounded, and a sovereign citizen of Covieke had almost been kidnapped to sea. These were factsand it looked like one thing on his report.

Another, to see a Drowned Man, more a boy, with his face half-shrimp, claw bound up behind his back.

What a terrifying, un-Drake visage. How could anyone look at that and not see something as monstrous as a Selphid? Let alone fall in love enough to run from their engagement?

It had to be a seduction spell. Trickery. That was what the groom was shoutingor would be, if he wasnt in a [Healer]s care. Both families were here. And they were united as the [Executioner] waited.

A Drowned Man. More a boy. Zoreik heard him call out as the tide lapped at the docks. He shouted above the sentencing being read out. His voice was half-lost by the crowd. But his companions joined in.

Another Drowned Boy and a Drowned Girl. Visitors to the Drake city. They had quarreled at the docks, gone around townand one of them had met a Drake and told her he could take her to sea. The crew had probably known it would come to griefbut young love was young love. When they came to swords, Drowned Folk had supported their own.

And the Drake city had passed down their sentence. The [Sailor] spoke to the crowdbut his eyes were on the sea. The sun was setting as a Dragon watched, as scrying spells captured his bloodied face. His wavering voice.

But the words he knew. The Drowned Man shouted to the crowd.

Is this justice youll give us today, landfolk? Hear my words and listen well!

His companions joined in as the voices rosethen fell quiet, listening.

I took not a life while we stood on your land.

Nor pulled my rank or gave a single command.

The Drowned [Sailors] looked at the Drake girl, her scales flashing pale like pearl. An Oldblood of the winds. He met her eyes as hers ran, her arms held by her minders.

I neer made a promise I would not keep.

Nor did anything to make my shipmates weep.

He took a breath as the noose around his neck hung there, filthy and black. The Watch Captain covered his eyes with a claw.

The boy was being watched. By the Drakes of this city. Even if Zoreik was too ashamed to look at hima Dragonlords eyes burned as he roared at the sky.

But not just his. A crew at sea, barely out of the harbor, turned and saw three figures at the docks. They were drinking, with naught but seawater in their cups as they had left everything behind.

No one could make it. No other ships close by, and no one was listening.

So a dozen dozen [Captains] and their crews watched. Nombernaught was filled with that song, word for word. Drowned Folk gathered on decks of ships weighing anchor at sea, sailing under the surface.

Watching. Tears fell from half of a face. The other sides tears belonged only to the sea. In this moment, Seborn Sailwinds whispered the same words as his father, Therrium. The Drowned Rogue watched the same sight as a Dragon and all his people.

Something only the sea knew. The [Rogue] listened, and he heard that voice continue. No beautiful singer, but it chilled his bones.

If you call this justice on land, hear the plea of the surf!

Think long on your deeds before you lay me in the earth!

Law be

The click cut it all off as the [Executioner] threw a lever. Then there was naught but cheering, screams, gasps, and silence.

Yet the song continued on.

Drake justice moves fast.

That was all the Brass Dragon said. He picked himself up, shaking dirt off his scales, which still gleamed. They still gleamed like molten copper. But then he looked at her.

Theres at least one more person in the north I wish to visit today. I will teleport us back where we were. Stand close, please.

He began to mutter the teleport back, pausing wearily to let his mana accumulate. He was tiredand Rafaema stood there. He didnt utter a word of recrimination. He just looked

Wearier.

Authors Note

This is part one of two. So read onif you havent read enough after 30,000+ words. I wrote this half when I decided the chapter wasnt working in the time I had.

Ive polished up some sections, but the issue I had among other things was that this is an incomplete story. And sometimes thats fine. Orjins tale is an ongoing one you can tell in pieces.

This was not, to me. The second part awaits and it is just as long. Lets see if the story comes together as a whole.

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