Book 9: Chapter 51: Z

Book 9: Chapter 51: Z

Ancestors, it was all ever for me. I did it all for none but I.

Lift me not upon your wings. If you raise your tails, be it only to your back.

My sins were always only mine. Ancestors, look down on all the grief Ive ever brought, the fire I breathed.

It was always mine, and come from none but I. My foes, lay your grudges down ere I die

The rest, he forgot. He had forgotten the words and perhaps the way you sang them. He forgot the name of the song.

But Zail Gemscale could still remember singing those words as a young man across the bars and battlefields and cities of Izril.

He remembered the song as he looked down at his son. And he realized hed never known what the song meant until he was older.

Wall Lord Zail Gemscale of Salazsar was old. Not as old as Chaldion, but he often envied the Grand Strategists boundless energy. Chaldion had never left his post. Zail? Zail had retired decades ago due to his injuries.

He had a divot in his skull, scars down his back, and hed lost enough blood to kill a dozen Drakes. He knew he looked worse than that. Sometimes he caught a view of himself in the mirror and wondered who the decrepit Drake was. That was, if he recalled who he met in the looking glass at all.

He was not the face of the Gemscale family these years. If people remembered him at all, in his city, he was the old patriarch of his family, father of Ilvriss, the controversial, changed Wall Lord. And they would say, he knew

Zail? I thought he was dead. Hes still alive then?

Someday he would pass, and they would hold a minute of silence for him in some parts of the Walled Cities. [Miners] below would pause for a brief moment, then get back to work.

He would be mourned by those who knew him. And the problem was, they were vanishingly few. Zail knew this because he had done it. He had sat down hard, put a claw to his chest as he heard a name of a friend or foe gonethen looked at his minders, at people around them, and realized they had no idea nor care who had left.

Why did he think of this? Well, Zail was old, and he had thought of his end like any reasonable man would, especially in his condition. But he thought of it now, because the man of the hour, the Drake whose future lay bright and open and waiting for him, Wall Lord Ilvriss

Zails son was dying in front of him. The old Wall Lord looked down at the blood, and it ran from purple scales. Torn holes in Ilvriss flesh.

Crossbow wounds. Drake weapons. It was harder to hold a bow with claws, so they tended to crossbows. He counted seven wounds. Mana was burning the air, making his eyes water, and Ilvriss was lying on a shield.

He had come back like a thousand thousand Drakes in Zails lifetime. Dragged in by Captain Asrira Shieldscale, on a shield, into a room with shouting Drakes.

Move aside! Move!

The Healer Merla, the finest [Healer] in Salazsar, was bending over Ilvriss. She was applying a healing potion carefully, cursing, as Ilvriss people shoved onlookers past. Zail staggered slightly as she worked.

Theyre enchanted boltheads

Asrira, the bright-blue scaled Drake, was trying to warn her. Merla just snapped back.

I know. Give me light and room. What spell struck him?

[Valmiras Comet].

The answer came out of Zails memories, flitting together like a dream as he listened to that song. He saw Merlas head rise and glance at him. Captain Asrira hesitatedthen nodded.

Yes, [Valmiras Comet]. They hit our position with it.

I understand. Someone cast [Dispel Magic]. Its making even my [Enhanced Potions] fail. I need someone to clear the mana away. Now!

Someone called for a [Mage]. Zail could taste the mana in the air, hot and painful, the sting of it. It was familiar to him. As Merla worked, agitated Drakes talked in the background.

How did they overwhelm him? Damn Fissivalhes a Wall Lord.

That wasWall Lord Brilm, one of Ilvriss friends. He had been pacing around when Zail arrived. He was no warrior, but Ilvriss used to run with him.

Its war, fool.

Merla herself snapped back. Zail almost nodded. Comet to flush out a command post, then a hail of crossbow bolts.

Hed been too close to the fighting, then. You stayed out of range of their Skills such that even if they hit you with a long-range spell and then used [Covering Fire] or [Long-Range Volley], you were safe.

Where are the rest of the forces?

Someone, Tasilt, that radical brat whod married a Gnoll, was asking the only sensible questions in the room. Zail heard more horns sounding offSalazsar was filled with alarms.

Full retreat. General Greex was unwilling to advance into their bombardments. Fissivals advanced past Sserys Line, and theyre blockading the trade roads.

Sserys Line. The renamed pass where hed once broken the Antinium armies. It connected Salazsar via the trade roads to the entire west and center of Izril. With it blocked, theyd only be able to move southwards.

Fissivald advanced far across the north, then. Zail didnt understand. He must have lost trackhe recalled talking with Ilvriss about the war, but he stood there, looking down at his son.

Why are we fighting this time? I cannot remember.

Logic told him that the war must have been going on a while if Fissival had pushed all the way across Salazsars left flank. He recalled Ilvriss sortieing, claiming he was needed. Thentoday.

The blood flow was slowly stopping. A good sign, not a bad one. Ilvriss wounds were mending; if they had refused to close and the blood flow had slowed, he would be dying. Even soso many wounds would tax even a healthy body. You could die with a healing potion in your veins. And magic made it worse.

We must strike back at them!

Brilm was shouting, and Tasilt snapped back.

This is not the time, Brilm! Convene the Walled Families if you want to make a stand, but

Has the City of Magic issued any demands?

Zail turned his head, voice low and quiet, and he saw the other Drakes in the room looking at him. He was oldest by far; this was a room full of young, busy people trying not to jostle him. And they gave him a look of such

Wall Lord Zail? Ahah, they havent made any demands.

Nothing? Theyre not after the magicore? Or Adamantium?

Theyd dug up a new vein recently. Fissival loved rare materials, and it always needed more magicore. Zail was sure that had happened. He grew worriedand saw Tasilt look at Brilm. And he felt it.

Ive forgotten something.

Theyhavent demanded any reparations, Sir Zail. Not yet. They may demand them now. But I think its mostly outrage keeping them advancing.

Over what?

Thethe Meeting of Tribes, sir?

Zail stared blankly at Tasilt, and he did not remember. Somethingstirred in the back of his head, and he put a claw up. He touched at his skull, and the place where he had once been struck, a dented portion of his mind, felt missing, even now. Tasilts eyes flickered, and Brilm smiled too hugely.

Your son attacked Fissivals armies. We sent them packing andthats what happened, Sir Zail. Dont you worryIlvriss will make it. Hes had worse falls in the city! Why dont I get you a seat

Im fine.

But Brilm was already calling for a chair, and Zail was being led away. He resisted a second, looking down.

Ilvriss.

The Drakes eyes were closed, and his face was a grimace as he lay there, Merla tending to his wounds. Zail thought of the Meeting of Tribes, of the state of the Walled Cities. His company, House Gemscale.

There lay a Wall Lord of Salazsar. Businessman, politician, and general combined.

It had come crashing down on him, and his blood was running down the edge of the shield.

It should have been Zail, in battle first. If he was capablehe realized he was humming as Brilm sat him down. No wonder they thought he was mad. But he wasnt. He was just remembering a song.

Ancestors, it was all ever for me. I did it all for none but I.

Two weeks prior.

In the winter of the 14th month of the year, Mouring, Izril was changing. Moving fast despite the snow that fell everywhere.

Old figures were on the move, like Klbkch the Slayer. Nations were engulfed in strife, internal and external.

In distant Chandrar, the Strongest of Pomle was leading a war into the heart of Nerrhavias Fallen. And the former Strongest, Orjin, was training with the greatest [Warrior] of Chandrar, Torreb the Undefeated.

But this wasnt about Orjin. Someone more important was about his own great journey. Wall Lord Ilvriss had a calling. It came from far outside his City of Gems, which he had known so well.

Once more, he was making plans to leave the City of Gems. In truth, he would have left earlier but for the difficulty of travelling in the snow, the New Landsand the war.

asinine. Completely, utterly. If you want to scold me, dont do it while taking credit for being one of the Walled Cities that fought with the Gnolls! You dont get both.

Wall Lord Zail had been napping when he heard his sons voice. He sat up in the living room of the Gemscale familys apartments. That was a multi-level suite on top of their tower, one of the many spires that rose from the City of Gems digging into the mountain beneath.

In Salazsar, wealth was altitude. The smallest spaces, the tops of the towers, were held by the oldest families, while commonfolk lived closest to the mines, the ever-expanding lower floors of Salazsar that fed the city with magicore, gems, coal, metals, and more.

These were ancestral suites, and while each generation added more, some of the paintings dated back thousands or tens of thousands of years. There was an old family sword hanging on the wall that had been wielded when Dragons still flew the world.

It was broken, cracked at the hilt, and every generation of the Gemscale family would climb up over the enchanted fireplace and slyly try to remove it from where it hung on the plaque.

Then the young Drake would snap the hilt of the ancient sword out of place, stare in horror at the Staregic metal blade theyd broken, and panic.

Zail remembered doing that. Hed run to a [Blacksmith] and begged for help. His father had caught him and a sweating Drake trying to forge a new blade onto the back, and Zails father, Vekoal, had laughed so hard hed told the story across half of Salazsar by nightfall.

Ilvriss and Navine, his sister, had been different. Which one of the two had done it was unclear. But Zail distinctly recalled coming back and noticing the empty plaque on the wall that a [Thief] had, apparently, stolen.

The two Drake children had kept up the lie and even added a stolen bracelet and cups to the count. Zail had not been amused and gone along with the charade by calling the Watch Captain till they confessed. Then hed punished them for a month

He was less proud of that. Why had he shouted about duty and honesty at his son when his own father had laughed? One memory was good. The otherwas of him staring at a scared boys face, trying not to cry.

Wall Lord?

Zail blinked. He realized he was standing, leaning on his cane, and his helpers, a Gnoll and Drake, were staring at him with slight worry.

Familiarity, but worry. Hed paused, frozen in place, as his eyes lingered on the sword on the wall.

Its nothing. My son is back.

Yes, Wall Lord. Shall we guide you to him?

I know where he is. Send forsend for something to eat.

It was late. Hed been napping. He should have been abed, but he wanted to know what the Walled Families had decided. Zail had almost gone himself, but Ilvriss had told him hed sort it out.

He knew every Drake over fifty who regularly attended. Most were peers, or hed known them as children growing up. Zail had wanted to say, I could pull support for you, but Ilvriss was the leader of House Gemscale. And Zail had been tired.

its classic Drakeism, Nephew. We want to look good, but not suffer for it. Of course well brag about being on the Gnolls side. We always need new [Miners]. But the censuring vote on you is because you led us into a war. Now, if youd both supported the tribes and kept us out of a war, theyd be mad you didnt credit all of them. Chaldion did it rightin a twisted sense of the word. A hundred dead soldiersand not all of them got mincedand he gets to claim Pallass put in an effort. We study him in school, that bastard.

Nerulplease stop talking sense. We have an aversion to the consequences. I am theheh.

Zail hesitated as he made his way to the parlor. That other voice was familiar and disliked. Nerul, the foremost [Diplomat] of Salazsar, was also a member of House Gemscale. But he didnt reside with the main family, and Zail disliked him.

Neruls tone was a good example of why he was so unpleasant for Zail. He had said the part about [Miners] with enough derision to make Zails scales prickle. He was insubordinate, a drunk, and not a warrior.

No true son of the walls. But Ilvriss had begun associating with his uncle more and more, and Zail didnt understand why.

It was after he had gone to Liscor and fought the Tidebreaker. Afterhed lost Periss.

Hed changed. That happened to someone when they lost a friend in war. Zail just wondered if Ilvriss would snap out of it.

Well, Fissival doesnt have the sense to back down. Well have to engage them after all if theyre really after Sserys Line. Ancestors. The waste.

And just when youre trying to head north, eh? Its almost like they noticed you were making plans and decided to put a thumbclaw in your eye.

Theyre not going to blockade an entire trade route just to spite me, Nerul.

The doors opened, and a burly Drake was pouring Ilvriss and himself a drink. Nerul lifted his cup with a laugh as a [Soldier], Asrira Shieldscale, stood to brisk attention with the two. She noticed Zail and bowed, but Nerul was laughing.

You think they wont? They blame you for losing the Meeting of Tribes. As if Khelt, those damn Gnoll ghosts, and Sserys reborn, werent about to kick their teeth in! Ioh. Zail.

Father.

Ilvriss turned instantly, and his annoyed look and lashing tail turned to chagrin.

You didnt have to stay up. Its past midnight.

I was napping. What did the Walled Families decide? Censuring House Gemscale? Ridiculous.

Its just a slap on the wrists. Nothing actionable. Theyll charge us tripled fees for access to the mines. Thats nothing.

Especially to someone who started a war between Walled Cities.

Nerul chimed in unhelpfully. Zail glanced at him, then eyed Asrira. Ilvriss new bodyguard and second-in-command. He had thought she was a replacement for Periss in more ways than one, but she seemed like she was just a soldier.

Did you have a word withCalistoca? Shes a family friend.

I talked with her. But it was fine. Were mustering an army to repel their advance in the north, and a second force has to stop their raids along our allied cities. Fissivals been bombarding the area with [Mage] squads, and theyve got a proper one. An army. Now, of all times! Well have to engage them.

Zails mind lit up. He strode over, wishing he was faster of limb. He could still move fastsometimesbut his days of holding a sword were behind him. His son was taller when Zail remembered being taller most of his life.

It was often said that Ilvriss resembled a younger Zail, except in scale-color. Zail didnt see it. Ilvriss had gotten a lot from his mother, Helessia, and Zail had used to be taller and thickerset. Ilvriss sometimes looked frankly thin, and he would sit in his office with Alrric, the Gnoll [Administrator], and work with only those weak lunches.

The Gemscale Company had changed from the one Zail had inherited and kept up as a boy, filled with huge board meetings where you started in the conference room and ended in the bar, drinking and eating with all the administrators. It was slim now, in both costs and direct administrators.

Apparently it was more profitable, but Zail remembered all the old friends complaining to him about losing their positions or the new jobs. True, Ilvriss had rescued them when the books were in the red for three years straight by hiring Alrric and cleaning house, but it had been one of the things the two had warred on.

Regarding the wardid the families not vote for enough forces? Theyve been stingy before.

Zail could talk about that all day, but Ilvriss was disinterested in talking about the war with his father, it seemed. He tried to brush it off.

Its just one actual army, Father. The south is just Fissival throwing spells and running off.

How large is the northern army? Whats their composition?

Ilvriss sighed and glared at Asrira as she answered for him.

Forty thousand regulars, Wall Lord. We believe theyre carrying six Mage-Throwers and at least two elite [Mage]-divisions.

Zail was impressed. It wasnt high in numbers, but you couldnt march a huge force around like that. Besides, Fissival was most dangerous in quality over quantity.

They must be furious. Thats a blockading force. They want to hold the trade road. What kind of [General]s leading them?

Asrira was trying to ignore Nerul and Ilvriss glaring at her, trying to get her to shut up. Zail noticed it, but she was addressing him and replied.

A[General] Rodissc. I believe hes a [Mage-General] like most. If I recall right, hes normally stationed along the coast.

Oh. Then hes one of their coastal guards against [Pirates]. Defensive. What are we sending back at?

Father, its managed. General Greex is going to take charge, and if need be, Ill join the offensive. If it ends this damn fightingits just inter-city war. Dont concern yourself with it. Its late. Why dont we all get some sleep?

By we, he meant you, and by inter-city war, he was referring to the style of war that Drakes practiced against each other. Like Terandria, they would surrender rather than fight to the death, so it was not uncommon to see entire battalions surrender and be ransomed rather than slaughter each other.

War with Humans or Gnolls was bloodier and often had no quarter. Zail hesitated.

Greex is solid, but no genius. He needs you or another subcommander to function properly. Youre taking the Erchirite Spears? The Topaz Shields and some of the Rubirel Guard would be standard against that kind of thing

Ilvriss pained expression grew more pronounced.

We have the Erchirite Spears on retainer, Father. And yes, the Rubirel Guard are with me. SixteenI dont know if well engage the Topaz Shields directly. General Greex has it well in hand.

And once more, the older Drake hesitated, but he had talked strategy before and he didnt know the map, but

Right. Of course. Nerul. Will you be staying here?

Ill head off to bed in a moment, sir. Thank youIm sorry for troubling you.

Not at all.

Zail lied as Nerul gave him a fake smile. The two disliked each other. Ilvriss smiled as he glanced at Nerul and his father.

Why dont we all get some sleep? Ill tell Alrric to delay our plans. Again. Actually, he might be staying up. Asrira, can you?

Ill send a Street Runner.

She strode off, and Ilvriss and Nerul nodded to Zail. The Wall Lord bade the two goodnight, then paused at the door as he pretended to walk slowly to his rooms.

Xesci will meet us in fifteen. Do you think one of us should go ahead?

Im minded to send you, Uncle. But frankly, if anyone has to broker peace

Theyll just throw me in jail if I go now. Why dont we?

They were heading off. Clearly, not to sleep, but to meet withZails brows furrowed more. Xesci, the [Prostitute] that Ilvriss had added to his personal group of advisors.

What was going on with him?

Wall Lord Zail had a routine. Every morning, he would rise and check on Helessia. She was his wife and lived her life in an enchanted, floating bed. She would greet him, and hed nod if she was busy talking to Navine, their daughter, or exchange a few words.

Often, these days, Zail would then retire to breakfast served to him and read one of the new papers or check the scrying orb over breakfast. It was all newhe was used to written reports from [Spies] or [Informants] summarizing worldwide events, but the scrying orb was engaging.

After that, Zail would see if Ilvriss was about and have a word. And after thathis day lost structure.

The evenings were when Ilvriss would return, and Zail would greet him, Navine, say goodnight to Helessia if she wasnt asleep, and sometimes stay up reading a book. He grew tired earlier, so he didnt have a huge nightlife.

But the middle of his day was when he wasnt sure what to do. Not that Zail couldnt do anything.

Yes, he forgot things, and yes, he moved slower. He was well aware of that, but his minders, the care-giving staff, were often an inhibiting factor.

They had orders not to let him wander Salazsar in case he got into accidents, and while theyd accompany him where he wanted to go, they were very mindful of his physical condition and would insist, politely, that he return if they noticed him flagging.

Perhaps he needed it, but he resented their presence. Ilvriss and Navine had both insisted Zail keep them, and he could neither fire the helpers nor escape them that easily these days.

So he abided. They were critical if he did get injured orconfused. He just wished their presence was also part and parcel to him doing something necessary.

Like, say, leading the Gemscale Company. Which he did, these days. So he would make the trek along one of the high bridges to the office where Alrric worked and engage himself mindfully in noting events in the mines, issuing orders.

The problem was that Ilvriss had returned to the office, and he was vocally unhappy when he found his father doing his and Alrrics jobs.

Father, you dont need to handle it. Alrric is a fine [Administrator], and I cant have you going behind his back.

We have an arrangement, Ilvriss

Yes, Alrric said, but how is it going to look if you give him an order that he has to either obey or challenge you on? Its putting him in a tough positionI have a meeting in five. Why dont we discuss this later?

So, Zail had less work with Ilvriss returned, and it annoyed him greatly because part of his time had been happily engaged in something productive while Ilvriss had been marching towards the Meeting of Tribes.

The Gemscale Company was not an infallible ship. Theyd actually struggled when they sold part of the Adamantium mine stake, and Ilvriss costly outlays to buy that Potion of Regeneration had affected their bottom line.

Tens of thousands of [Miners] and all kinds of jobs rested on them. Zail had helped bring the company back around by telling Alrric about an old gem-shaft that theyd been able to revitalize. It was churning out rare materials, and theyd been doing fascinating things with mining teams.

Newfangled ideas. Not just Gnolls taking charge. That had been another change in Ilvriss time. Hed hired a lot more high-ranking Gnolls under Alrric. Zail disagreed with the practice, and still partly did even with having the competent Alrric in charge. This was a Drake company. It employed Drakes. It wasnt hostility towards Gnolls, but supporting the people that Salazsar belonged to.

But since hed had to work with Alrric, Zail had okayed a number of initiatives, including letting the mining teams compete. They had chosen six shafts and given each [Foreman] or [Forewoman] free rein. The most profitable team got bonuses, butand this had been Alrrics notionany severe injury or death instantly got the team dissolved if it wasnt a pure accident.

Young Drakes and Gnolls racing against experienced, high-level [Miners] provoked healthy competition.

Zail had been actually going down and inspecting the work and the techniques, which revolved around everything from old hand-carting of stone and ore out to net-spells that continuously dragged rubble out of the area; all the [Miners] had to do was excavate.

Then Ilvriss had returned, and Zail was left aimless. Not just bored, but devoid of purpose. And that

That was the hard part. The other hard part was being treated as if you were old. Even if you wereZail resented it.

His son had changed. All his old friends and hobbies seemed to have been replaced. These days, he wasnt concerned with Gemscale profits and the safety and pride of Salazsar, but more with the New Lands.

To be fair, everyone was. But Ilvriss was also looking north, speaking with Tasilt, the Drake whod married a Gnoll and made her a Wall Lady, and he was keeping company with Nerulanother radicalAsrira Shieldscale, and Xesci.

All objectionable choices. Nerul was Nerul, but Xesci was literally a Drake of the night. Why would Ilvriss sully Gemscales name? He refused to talk about it with Zail. And Asrira was respectful, a soldierbut she was also Pallassian.

Not that Ilvriss required or sought Zails approval. Zail had thought Ilvriss was on the right path. Now, he worried, and he talked about it with the only people he could.

Hes not a traitor. Ilvriss would never be, but heschanged. His focus has shifted.

Loyalty?

No, focus. Ive asked him on truth spells whether he still loves Salazsar and hes not in Pallass bed. But he talks differently, Eschowar. Hes always talking about Liscor.

That mudhole? Are yousurehe didnt marry that Human girl? The one everyone was talking about? He gave his ring to her. Lyonette du Marquin. If he marries a Terandrian [Princess]

It wasnt to that one. And he said it was a gesture of esteem.

Eschowar Erchirite, one of the members of the famous Erchirite Walled Family that produced the spears used in one of the Gem-Battalions, stopped eating lunch and looked up. His eyes were rheumy, and his claws shook even when holding a spoon.

But his mind was clear, as it ever had been when he was a Wall Lord at the same time as Zail. He was another former soldierwell, most Wall Lords and a good number of Wall Ladies had seen war.

Unlike other Walled Cities, Salazsar had Walled Families who were like [Lords] and [Ladies]able to do many things at once. Zail had always been good at war. He had fought for Salazsar until he took the blow that had ended his career.

In Eschowars case, age had taken him out. The trembling, like Zails memory and like old age, was just not something modern magic and potions could undo. You could [Restore] the bodybut if the body was at this state naturally, restoring it didnt do much.

Well, perhaps if everyone had Chaldions access to his grandsons alchemy, theyd be in a bit better shape. But Eschowar was eighty-seven years old. He was sitting in a sanctuary of sorts, though he might have called it a jail.

It was likea nursery, but for age instead of youth. There were plenty of staff like Zails minders who helped members of the Walled Families get around, from bed to food to everything else.

One of the towers near to the Gemscale Familys had long been used in service of the oldest Drakes in the city. Zail was an exception in that he lived with his family, as did Helessia. Sometimes circumstances meant that Drakes like Eschowar ended up here, and even if he wasnt a resident, Zail visited at least three times a week.

The old Wall Lord understood Zail. He was trying to think, and water sloshed in a cup designed not to spill as he lifted it up andwith effortdrank.

It bothered younger Drakes like Brilm, who saw the effort it took and felt bad or poorly for Zail and his elders. What Zail and Brilms elders didnt say was that he could take his sympathies and shove them up his tail.

No one liked it, but it wasnt as if they feltold. Zail felt like a young man still. He just happened to have an old body. He just happened to have more memories.

In the same way, Eschowars eyes were keen.

If hes smittenyou dont think its a possibility?

Zail paused for a long time.

I cant imagine this is all the product of infatuation, Eschowar. He just had Periss. They were as close to engagement as I could have bet. I dont think my son would change this much forlove? He hasnt even been in the company of that Human.

Erin Solstice. But then, shed been dead. Zail felt very uncertain, and Eschowar put down his cup.

Maybe its not love. But you change like a [Lightning Bolt], Zail. You know that.

This much?

For answer, the other Drake looked at him.

S-spoken to Itreus recently, have you? Hes the talk ofwell, everyone wanted a word with him. And Linvios.

Zails neck scales rose a second, and then he exhaled slowly. Eschowar had a point. Some things could change very fast indeed. A wedding had changed Zails life in marked ways.

Itreus Torimine was in better condition than Zail, and he didnt stay here, still running House Torimine instead. Well, jointly.

Things were troubled, and Zail might envy Itreus work and purpose, but even his relationship with Helessia, cool and sometimes icy as it might be, was better than the giant rift that had formed between Itreus and his wife.

It wascomplicated. Life was. The two had divorced, but Calistoca and Itreus had both inherited their company, which they both made decisions on.

Zail didnt bring that up when he found Itreus. The older Drake was sitting and talking with another mutual acquaintance.

Zail. Good to see you.

One of Salazsars powerful Wall Lords sat there, looking grey, but fit. Sharp. For his age. Sharp as a razor. Calistoca was much the same. Maybe it was why they were together, but the two had split just as hard for reasonswell.

Zail didnt know all of it. He gave Itreus a very polite nod, as hed done for four decades since the marriage.

Am I disturbing you?

Itreus was often at work, but he had come to visit another old friend, a Drake who was staring around and shading his eyes, despite sitting in the glass atrium as snow fell, illuminated by [Light] spells. It was pleasantbut the Drake was terrified.

I see it. I see it everywhere, Itreus. Its on Zails shoulder and mine

He tried to edge back in his seat and almost fell out of it. Itreus steadied him and waved a few helpers away. He indicated a seat.

Not at all. Khorpe, its just Zail.

I know its him. But hes bringing death with him. I see it on his shoulders. Dont let it touch me.

Khorpe was no Wall Lord, but a former soldier whod risen to a high rank. A [Reconnaissance Major]well, that was his official class. His real one might have been higher, but even now he didnt talk about it. Every Walled City had a spy-corps, and Khorpe was retired.

He hadfears. He leaned away from something only he could see, and he avoided shadows and danger. He claimed he could see death.

It was bad today. Zail didnt try to touch Khorpe if death was clinging to him. But he did nod again, at Itreus, who gave him a tight smile.

They were old enemies. Nemeses, really. There was a time when if Zail had spotted Itreus across the floor, he would have drawn his sword and gone for the other mans head. But a single event had changed that.

Itreus had invited Zail to his wedding. No, that wasnt it. It was the fact that Zail had been invited, according to oldest Drake traditions, as the nemesis along with the best man to honor Itreus.

It was often used just for formality or no longer employed, but Zail had taken the honor seriously, and he and Itreus had quashed every grudge between them. They might never be boon friendsbut that peace had held for over forty years.

Zail was just a bit proud of it. The two and their companies had never quarreled since then. They had come to moments where the two were bidding against each other or might get embroiled in a dispute, and Zail had thought of his pledge and gone to Itreus to have a quiet word, or Itreus had come to him. And they honored it.

Despite the divorce.

At any rate, Itreus could have probably taken Zail, Khorpe, and Eschowar down with one claw tied behind his back these days. He looked good.

But tired. And but for his mutual respect for Zailhe looked bitter. His enduring power and authority hung about him like adornments on a deeply unhappy Drake. Every time he smiled, Zail got the impression he was having to remember more and more how it was done. He looked sharp, in his suit, and dressed to impress, but he was reclusive and visited this place because he had few boon companions and his wife and children were greatly estranged from him.

As was his otherold friend.

How is Ilvriss?

Itreus sat with Zail, and the Drake shrugged.

Ive been complaining about him nonstop. But if he leaves, Ill complain more. Hes associating withwell, I told you.

Shes the most high-level [Courtesan] in the city, if it helps.

Zail grunted.

I dont understand what he sees in her. Or Nerul. I used to talk to him, and hed listen. I was going to ask him about the war with Fissival, and he just didnt want to hear it. Not that, nor business nor anything else, it seems.

Itreus paused and glanced sideways at Zail.

Uncharitable of him. You were the war-leader of Salazsar in more wars than hes seen in his life. And better with a sword.

He doesnt need me to lecture him.

Maybe talk with him another time. You could talk war, at least, if the minings no good. I cant lecture my offspring about battle, and thats the thing you are qualified to talk about. Hes not seen many wars between Walled Cities.

This was true, and Zail felt a bit hopeful this would be the case. He nodded at Itreus.

And how arethings in your business?

Well.

Itreus lie was flat as his smile. Zail nodded and didnt press. What an unhappy man.

If onlywell, Zail was no good mediator, and the rift between Itreus and those closest to him was deep. Better people had tried to bridge it. Itreus seemed to sense Zails thoughts and muttered.

Id retire, but I think Calistoca would just seize control. Id let her if it meant an end to glaring at herbut not this. I dont think Id last, Zail.

Eschowar claims its not the worst.

The two Drakes looked across the floor where the older Drakes, their peers, were going about their day, and Itreus face was bleak.

I cant stop working, Zail. If my son was about like yours, perhaps. Ill die in my office.

It was a statement that was heavy, but Zail just nodded. He looked across the floor and thoughthe would have rather done the same.

Salazsar had a tradition for older Drakes to rest and retire. Not all Walled Cities did. Oteslia was far, far different, Zail understood, in that they had institutions like this where Drakes and Gnolls formed communes and tended to gardens or helped care for animals all day.

That would benice. It was classic Oteslian softness, but the two cities were the only ones with any formal institutions at all. Salazsar had managed the accommodations for its most important clients; Zail couldnt speak to ones lower down in the city. It had a [Chef] who made food that wasnt hard and could be digested, custom drinking apparel, enchanted beds, but it was still unpleasant.

Khorpe was staring out the window, looking for the death sneaking up on him as Zail and Itreus talked. Someone noticed, and a Drake woman came over with a big smile.

Major Khorpe, we have a gathering for everyone to play a game. Come on, lets get you into it. You had such fun last time.

She pointed, and Zail and Itreus noticed a spirited Gnoll woman clapping her hands and getting a bunch of the residents to join in. Songs and limited games, like tossing [Lightball] spells around.

Like were children after all. Zail imagined what Ilvriss would say if Zail told him they were going to play with the glowing light orb and sing, rather than have him at a meeting. Khorpe just stared over and shuddered.

He sometimes refused to talk, and the Drake woman sounded exasperated. Maybe she was tired, but Zail stiffened as she raised her voice.

Major, were going to have fun now. Are you going to participate in my event?

Khorpe stared at her, and Zail resisted the urge to tell the Drake woman to hop off the balcony of the tower. She spoke to the same [Soldier] who had given [Generals] orders and intelligence like she was speaking to a child.

Illparticipate.

Good! This way. The Majors joining in, Torers!

He walked off, and Itreus muttered to Zail out of the corner of his mouth.

If someone said that to me in a meeting, in that tone, I would fire them.

Mm.

Zail paused and, after a moment, brought up a name he had heard whispered in this place months back.

Haveyou heard of Maviola El? The one who led House El?

That firebrand? I heard she died.

Zail nodded slowly.

As a young woman. Riding across Izril. I heard Hectval killed her. You saw the part where the Assassins Guild?

Yes. Yes, I remember hearing Linvios giving commentary here while it was going on.

Hed actually mentioned the other Drakes name. That showed you how pivotal the moment had been. Zail stared out the window at the sunlight cutting through snow, turning it golden for a second.

What an end. Even for an enemy. What a spectacular one.

The other Drakes eyes were faraway with envy.

The young woman hesitated.

N-nothing. Ilvriss! I thought you were mad about me because you heard about something else. Whatwhat happened?

He had to tell her about the war with Fissival, and her brows darkened with alarm the instant she realized what was going on.

A war? I havent been checking the news with the beach.

Ilvriss coughed painfully.

It wasnt a bigengagement. I think Pallass plays down the war between cities when it can. But listen. My father

Why didnt you tell me you were hurt? I couldve baked something for you that might have helped! At leastyou didnt have to let me think you were well! Here I was, playing chess every night with you and thinking you were on your way!

She was outraged. Ilvriss raised one claw.

Erin. I didnt want to worry you. I dont even think they were trying to kill me. Its damn Drake pettiness all thewait a second, what games with you? I thought that was Mrsha. I havent been playing any games.

Erin gave Ilvriss a side-eye.

No, that was only Mrsha the first time. She only knows how to do the Fools Mate, and she keeps trying to humiliate everyone with it. Whaddya mean you havent been playing? Then whos been playing me? Theyre good games, too. Very good. I put you up against Niersor so I thoughtand he nearly lost.

Ilvriss stared at Erin. Then he demanded someone find where his chessboard was. He found it right where it had been leftnext to Wall Lord Zails breakfast table where he would relax in the mornings and evenings and kill time, next to the Rubrix Square that made Erins eyes nearly pop out of her head.

Three days later, the army of Fissival met Salazsars in battle.

They were coming. Fissival was entrenched in the mountain pass that was called Sserys Line, and they actually laughed when they saw Salazsars army coming back for a rematch.

I think they dont have enough [Soldiers]. They came at us with 80,000, and now theyve got barely 50,000. Maybe theyre afraid of taking as many casualties as last time!

Either way, they sneered at the City of Gems army. Salazsar was arraying far below the cliffs where Fissival had established magical fortifications.

If they wanted to get at them, theyd have to cross trapped land up through a hail of magic. In fact, the Mage-Throwers were already calibrating, getting ready to fire.

General Rodissc was reporting back to the City of Magic, and he was unconcerned with the opposition. The only person unhappy with the enemy force was Mage Lord Ascoden.

I see a bunch of siege weapons down there. Make sure you have those Mage Throwers under heavy guard.

Barrier spells are engaged, Wall Lord. Dont worry; if they want a shooting war, we have more magic than they can dream of. Im not counting a huge [Mage] presence.

Salazsar knew better than to try to out-mage a city where every citizen was capable of casting Tier 1-2 magic. Ascoden acknowledged that Rodissc had prepared properly, but he scowled.

He was a vocal detractor against the war, but he was still a son of Fissival. So he was watching Salazsar approach with great concern.

Im sensing a lot of magical signals for an army running without [Mages], General. What am I looking at? Gemstone Regiments?

Rodissc glanced down at the colorful forces below. His eyes picked up the sparking spears carried by companies of Drakes, marching in their painted armor like a splash of yellow. He nodded, tuning his sight spell on a group of Drakes carrying oval, pale-white shields.

Thats the Erchirite Spears, the Topaz ShieldsIm counting a lot of magical regiments, but nothing more than what they brought last time. Theyre dispersed through the army. Probably to avoid us blowing a group to pieces.

Watch the Rubirel Guard. Theyll advance through most magic.

We are prepared to intercept and surround them. Dont worry, they fold without reinforcements, Mage Lord. If youll excuse me

They were getting into range. The General of Fissival saw Salazsar arraying in an odd formation below as the Magic Throwers began to calibrate for shots on their lines.

He didnt see a command tent like last time, or an obvious [General]. Not that he was intending to murder a [General] or Wall Lordthere was punishing Salazsar until they capitulated, and then there was escalation.

Wounding that damn Ilvriss that badly was actually the ideal outcome. But Rodissc had to ownhed been surprised that Salazsar had come back for round two.

Either their [General] was very confident they could win or they really needed the pass open. He was bothered because he hadnt heard that their top [General] was coming out.

In fact, Rodissc didnt know who the hell was leading the army. Hed asked for information, but Salazsar was in chaos, and none of the clandestine agents had managed a report.

Rodissc got his answer sooner than hed thought. The army was deploying along the approach up to Fissival. But it looked like they were digging in. The huge slope leading up to Fissival had a few chokepoints, and Salazsard taken one with the fewest openings. There were three, leading past huge boulders that would stymie an advance.

But why in the name of the Ancestors did it look like they expected Fissival to come to them? They were out of range of all but siege-weapons, but Fissival was only too happy to come down a few hundred feet.

Theyd trapped the entire approach coming up, and Salazsar would literally be buried in spells and avalanches if they came running up the slope. The enemy commander clearly knew this, but

General. Do we begin bombarding them? Their ballistae are landing establishing shots.

A few thudsand collapsing earth and stone. The ballistae were ranging, establishing the right angle to hit the Magic Throwers.

Well, we cant have that. General Rodissc lifted a hand, and his army lifted wands. [Mages] began linking.

Fissival fought with spells, and they knew how to link and hurl a bolt of [Grand Lightning] down, or a [Siege Fireball]. They didnt usually need more than that, but they were more than capable of casting [Acid Storm].

Since that was against most codes of war because their enemies would retaliate in kind, it was Tier 4-5 spells at this range.

Salazsars ballistae opened up first, though. The expensive, Drake-made armaments roared, and the General flinched as one hit the magical barrier over one of the Magic-Throwers near him.

Impact! Barriers at 61%!

Theyre using magicore-tipped bolts!

He swore. One shot had taken down the magic barriers way more than it should. Someone had armed the ballistae properlybut Salazsar didnt have barrier spells. He counted twelve ballistae to his eight.

But theirs would be rubble soon. He regretted wasting so many resourcesbut Salazsar was rich.

Open casting! Give them a taste of Fissivals revenge!

Fissivals army began to cast, and spells began raining down on the Drakes and Gnolls below. [Fireballs] grew and roared downhill while [Grand Lighting] flashed downwards. Slower than actual lightning, but so quick it was a flicker before it struck. And that was followed by [Valmiras Comet], hurled by magic-throwers.

Enchanted crossbows were ready to fire at anyone charging up. But for now, it was long-ranged magic, and Rodissc sat back. He expected to have to batter Salazsar before they found the nerve to come uphill, but he was sending [Scouts] left and right.

Hed heard Symphony had left the City of Gems, and if they were gambling purely on the [Assassins]a single ambush was not going to work.

Rodissc was doing everything right for a [General] of Fissival. He had made no obvious mistakes, and he kept his advantageous spot without ceding any ground to the enemy.

In qualitative terms, he was really pulling off a Thelican-quality battle. Which was all you needed, really.

Only one thing bothered Rodissc. It was under the roar of spells and the howl of magic in the air

Why did it sound like they were singing?

There were eight of them. Eightold men.

Well, they werent all men, but the point was not lost on the [Soldiers]. They had given orders, and they were in charge, so no one was deserting. If anythingthey were beginning to tell old stories.

If you feared being led by an old man who couldnt hold a sword properly, what about the [Fulminous Lord] who could breathe lightning and had once blasted an army off the side of a mountain in a storm?

And they were singing. A [Soldier]s drinking song. Zail was humming as he stared up at the glowing spells coming down towards him. That terrified regular [Soldiers].

Ancestors, it was all ever for me. I did it all for none but I.

Wall Lord! Theyre

I see it. Gemstone Regiments, prepare for the Scintillation Counter. Mark.

Wall Lord Zail gently pulled something out and knew Eschowar was holding a copy of it. It looked likea Rubrix Square.

But less of a square. It was really more of a series of speaking stones glued together. And they didnt speak so much as light up. When he pressed down on oneanother lit up in the claw of the [Squad Leader] of the Erchirite Spears, Division 2, Company 1.

They were arrayed neatly with the Topaz Shields, Rubirel Guard, and other Gemstone Regiments throughout the army. Each group was standing ready, and as the magic came downthe Erchirite Spears did what they had been ordered to do:

They planted their spears in the ground, aiming them straight up. The Erchirite-tips crackled with enough lightning to throw their own magic in the enemys faces.

Terrifying, though, to advance on [Mages] with the high ground. What kind of idiot would charge up a slope at a bunch of [Longbow Archers] or Fissivals forces?

Not Zail. He kept humming as the Topaz Shields lifted their enchanted shields overhead. Each Gemstone Regiment had a special weapon, shield, or piece of armor mined from the magical crystals of the City of Gems.

Each one had a different power. You could combine them and send a huge [Chain Lightning] attack if a bunch of Erchirite Spears used their spears in tandem.

But that was such a basic version of their strength. Old Drakes knew how to use the spears. Zail had fought Fissival more times than he could count.

His body hurt from riding and camping, even in the expensive tents theyd sequestered. He was tired already, and his heart hurt from beating so fast.

But he saw it. Zail feared he might lose track of himself, forget. But somehow, he didnt think he would. Even if he was sleepinghis claws began to dance.

[Grand Lightning] coming down. His claws flicked a gemstone like someone else playing a musical instrument.

It was just like a Rubrix Square, which was why [Enchanters] had designed the system like that.

The stone lit up, and a [Squad Leader] saw it and shouted.

Now! [Ground Electricity]!

Forty Drakes drove the tips of their spears down hard. They shoutedand the [Grand Lightning] twisted as it arced down. The [Soldiers] screaming in fear looked up as the bolt twistedand touched the spears.

Lightning rod. The flash illuminated Zails world. The killing magic turned, lured by the Erchirite Spearsand dispersed into the earth. Zail smiled as [Soldiers] gasped and abovethe [Mages] paused.

They hadnt fought us for an age. Nothe Erchirite Spears had done that last time. But this time, it wasnt one battalion warding off a few lightning spells. Zail glanced up, and his claws began to dance.

[Siege Fireball], [Grand Lightning], [Ice Lances]his claws moved, touching different points on the command-stones. Each one was tuned to a squad nearest to the spell. When it lit up, they reacted, absorbing the spell. Ordeflecting it.

[Shield of Mana]!

The Topaz Shields lifted their glowing shields and blocked a [Siege Fireball]. Their shields drained of magic and began to recharge, and they fell back. The Rubirel Guard, four of them, strode into place.

[Spell Attractor]! Br

Thwoom. The sound of their armor meeting a shower of huge [Light Arrows] rang, but Zail was partly deaf. He was just staring up, and his claws were moving faster.

He didnt look at the army below. He just trusted they were in position. And his mind was staring at

Colors.

Yellow to yellow. Erchirite Spears were capturing lightning. Viridian Axes against light spells. Sacchite Maces, cold against cold.

But there was more to it. The spells began to shift, and he saw the [Mages] pausethen start throwing different magic.

They were no fools. Here came

[Burning Lightning]. Zails fingers almost missed, but he skipped two stones at once.

Now! [Flameguard]!

[Ground Lightning]!

The Rubirel Guard and Erchirite Spears combined powers. Burning electricity ran down the spears, threatening to cook the Drakes holding them alivebut the armored Drakes in their red armor were engulfing them in an aura of crimson, nullifying the heat.

It was just colors and combinations. Like someone twisting a Rubrix Square and knowing how the patterns lined up. Like a [Lady] choosing flowers that matched. Like someone playing on an instrument.

It was the music Zail knew. Even with the Scintillation Counter, he heard screams as not all of a spell was captured, as people were injured. But he looked up as a hundred spells shot down and only a single one passed by the glowing strength of Salazsar: a hundred thousand shining gems.

Howhow are they doing that?

General Rodissc knew, intellectually, what they were doing. It had taken him minutes to realize this was the Scintillation Counter of Salazsar.

It was justhed never seen anyone crazy enough to use it on a battlefield. The nerves you had to have to trust your troops to counter a spell that fast?

It was not a Skill. To pull the counter off, you had to be able to see each spell, guess which combination of your troops armaments would ward it off, then signal to your troops to activate their powers.

True, there was some leewaya [Mana Shield] could block a lot of spells, but it was like playing arrow-scroll-sword at high speed and with a hundred permutations.

Someone was doing it. He finally heard who his opponent was.

Wall Lord Zail? Wall Lord Eschowar? Theyre retired. Theyre dead, I thoughtis he trying to avenge his son?

He had a moment of panic that hed kill some old Wall Lord and escalate the war. Then the Generals worries mounted.

Magic Thrower down! General, theyre firing on us!

A panicked voiceRodissc turned in disbelief, just in time to see a second magic thrower implode.

A bolt from a ballista slammed into the magical arms of the enchanted device, and flaming magicore spread across the device as [Enchanters] hurled themselves away. The magic warpedand it detonated in a shower of corrosive magic.

Barriers!

Were trying, but the ballistae

They were cranking out shot after shot, and a catapult was hurling greedy magicore, which sucked up the barrier spells.

Fissival had failed to destroy Salazsars ranged weapons, and now the City of Gems was wracking up a terrible bill.

Worsearrows were landing amidst the unshielded forces. They came uphill, at great range, but one of the Wall Lords was using a Skill.

Shields up! Shields

One of the [Magic Captains] had to remind his troops to raise their shields. The barrier-spells had gone down, and physical arrows were showering [Soldiers]. Rodissc shouted.

[Battlemages]! Vary your spells!

Were trying, General! Theyre blocking tri-element spells! Do we have permission to use cloud spells?

Noget me a Tier 5 [Serpent of the Five Elements]!

The [Mages] stopped their onslaught and began preparing a big spell. But as they did, Salazsar began hurling bolts at the [Mages]. Trying to disrupt the linked casting, and the arrow fire got worse

[High Mage] Itelln down! Restore the link! Restore the

Cast the spell! Cast the

A hundred-foot serpent of magic came roaring out of Fissivals army, a glowing body of light and huge maw made of ice, whiskers of lightning trailing behind scales of fire. Clouds of darkness smog trailed from ithad someone added darkness magic? Who had authorized that? Was Mage Lord Ascodens darkness-project gaining ground? Either waythe serpent howled as it descended.

[Serpent of the Five Elements]. General Rodissc saw it roar down, and even Salazsars army couldnt stop it.

It went ploughing into the Drakes ranks, biting, burning and freezing and shocking as the Gemstone Regiments tried to slow it.

Erchirite Spears siphoning off lightning, Rubirel Guardhe saw a squad of Topaz Shields fall over and crowed.

Got them! Gotdamn.

The spell vanished after half a minute of tearing into Salazsars forces as it was finally nullified. Hundreds of wounded Drakes and Gnolls retreated, unable to heal with potions so conveniently.

That worked. Get me another [Serpent]! [Scouts], find me the Wall Lord.

General Rodissc felt in control again. He turned, and a voice crackled through his [Communication] spell.

Again? Generalwere being torn to pieces.

Then he looked behind him and realized something that jarred with his understanding of the battlefield. General Rodissc stared at lines of Drakes screaming and taking cover behind any obstacle they could find as arrows landed around them. Ballista bolts were hammering the ground as three magic throwers desperately maneuvered, trying to dodge and return fire.

Three out of eight. Five were splintered ruins, and all twelve of Salazsars siege weapons were still hammering the ground. Then Rodissc took a look down at Salazsars army.

Of all their visible damage, only the Tier 5 spell had even left a big mark. And they were already reforming, rotating Gemstone Regiments into place.

Waitare we losing?

Impossible. Fissival was losing a ranged war? Fissival was losing the

Major Khorpe stared up as Zail and Eschowar conducted the Scintillation Counter. Fissival was losing.

How long was it since they were reminded no one got a superiority in anything? One of the [Strategists] in his command was agog.

Major! Theyre going to be torn to pieces! I had no idea the Scintillation Counter was so effective!

Theyre coming. Fixed defenses become a trap. Theyre coming. Get ready.

He was shaking, staring at the sky. But he made himself hold. Zail was right. This was what they knew. The old [Major] could barely lift a swordbut a wand would do.

These young Drakes and Gnolls didnt know how to fight.

Pallass can do the same thing. A thousand exploding potions versus a hundred spells. Oteslia just summons swarms of insects. Now theyre coming. Get ready.

He was in charge of one of the three passes. Zail held the center; Eschowar was on the right. The old Drake was waiting. Waiting for the charge.

Fissival on the charge?

Someone laughed, and Khorpe looked at them for a moment.

Have you ever seen a charging [Battlemage], boy? Be silent.

There were few things more terrifying than someone with nothing to lose coming towards you. The Drakes fell silent, and they were listening to him. Listeningbecause they sensed what he said mattered.

Zail. Eschowar. The others had to be sensing it. ThisKhorpe looked up, and someone screamed.

Incoming! Watch o

The Scintillation Counter didnt block everything. A twisting bolt of black darkness magic got past Eschowar. It came down in a spiral, and Major Khorpe looked up and sighed.

This was also what he had waited for. What he expected. Let it be us. Khorpe saw the magic reaching out, a twisting hand. He stepped sideways, and it dug a gash in the earth three dozen feet deep, slicing into the earth and leaving black tar.

Four Drakes around him had gone down, slashed by the unpredictable arc of the spell. Khorpe looked down, and a gash cut a v around his feet. It had trimmed his boot heels.

The [Strategist] whod been talking so excitedly picked herself up, then felt at her tail. She stared upand the black line was right where shed been standing until Khorpe had pushed her forwards.

Major? How did you?

The old [Reconnaissance Major] stared up at the sky. His eyes gazed up into the firestorm of spells meeting the Gem Regiments magic.

I saw death coming. Form up.

Yes, indeed. Let it be us. We learned how to dodge. His head bent down as he heard the roar coming down the hills.

Fissival was charging.

Now, Fissival knew what was down there, and they had received the orders to charge. There was only one good order that General Rodissc could make. Well, that and surrender.

They were backed into a corner. The same terrain that had sheltered them from being flanked was now a trap. Fissival had to come down, and Salazsar had the choke points. They were ready.

But the City of Magic was ready to take them like a storm. Had you ever seen a charging [Battlemage]? General Rodissc had ordered a full onslaught.

The younger [Soldiers] saw this as an opportunity to correct the insult at the Meeting of Tribes. Theyd take down Salazsar like the City of Gems had done to them.

But the regular infantry? The veterans? They listened to the word filtering up to them.

Wall Lord Zail? Wall Lord Eschowar?

And they had a moment of fear, the same fear that Nerrhavias Fallen had learned at Reim. The fear young men learned.

Old men in war. Old men and women with levels and nothing left to lose.

The Rubirel Guards holding the right flank with Lord Eschowar. Retired Rubirel Guard.

Ancestors.

One of the [Veteran Magic Soldiers] whispered. He was grateful they were heading down the center, now. He had seen the two dozen Drakes wearing heirloom armor. Regular Salazsar [Soldiers] would rout or surrender. They would not.

Fifteen seconds!

They were marching downhill as the [Mages] tried to soften the advance. Coming downhill on treacherous terrainbut they were staring at the three passes. Like thunder. They just had to come down like thunder. The Drakes tensed

Five, four, three, twofor the City of Magic!

Zail had put aside the command stones. He was walking forwards, ignoring his bodyguards and the [Soldiers].

He had to do it. They didnt want to die, none of them.

It was funny. Being in a war reminded him he didnt want to die, even now. Yes, he was doing it so Ilvriss would be safe.

But he didnt want to die. He just wanted to be alive. And this

Helessia had told him he was an idiot, but she had looked at him with that familiar exasperation and half sat up in her bed. The effort that tookthey had walked back in time, and she had been the exasperated one seeing him off for another war.

Once again, he went. Ever again, one more time with the same feeling in his veins. Now, the [Soldiers] were cheering his name as he passed, staring at him. Half in disbelief, as if they feared he might fall over. But in this moment, as the foe poured down, they followed his back as he passed and their voices rose.

Wall Lord! Wall Lord Zail! Zail, Zail

As if he was the one hero of this battlefield. As if they hadnt been here before.

Well, maybe they hadnt. Maybe they didnt know how it was done. So hed show them.

He was not, like his son, confident enough to charge into battle and let his strength of arms and levels sort out the rest.

But there was a way to do it.

Fissival came down the slopes, into the passes, howling so loud that even the loudest braggart of Salazsar went silent. They thundered towards the Drakes, holding the line. It was so easy to charge. That was why Ilvriss and young [Generals] did it all the time.

Your heart in your throat, screaming your soul out at the enemya boy could fall on them like a lion. How did you hold the line with the same spirit?

Not with a speech. Nor with any glorious line of shields cutting down the savage hordes. You did it like this.

A single Drake, scales grey with age, a purple helm of Orichalcum on his head, walked out of the line of [Soldiers] and spears. A thousand Drakes were pouring down at him, feet pounding the ground, blades raised.

Their eyes fixed on him as he walked out in front of his troops. Just past the tips of the spears. Not far, but so they all saw him.

There was no time for speeches. Arrows were landing, and spells lit up the world.

The Wall Lord of Salazsar held something out. It was a sword in a scabbard. The horizontal hilt of the blade hung in the air, and his weary, clawed hand grasped the hilt of the sword.

He drew a bright blade, glowing with lightning, and traced a salute of Salazsar into the air. Then he held the blade at his side.

There he stood. A lone figure standing before his army, waiting for them to come to him. Across the breach, a line of warriors wearing crimson armor held their ground behind a Wall Lord, eyes sparking with lightning.

Voice like thunder. Blades dancing in the air as an army cheered their backs.

Come challenge me. I have been here before and triumphed.

Zail looked at the Drakes charging at him, and youth quailed and their steps faltered. A Swordmaster of Salazsar held his ground as the Army of Gems roaredand then the two sides met.

Like someone ringing the gong of war a thousand times out of screams, cries, the clash of arms. Magic thundered in the air, and Fissival tried to chant a spell of victory.

But they were just the City of Magic. They poured into the gaps andslowed

Stopped.

The charge ran into the Drakes and Gnolls around the old Wall Lords and halted. The army of Fissival tried to fight forwards, [Mages] attempting to cast at point-blank range. They just had to pierce Salazsars lines. Thenthen!

The screaming General Rodissc, like Zail, was no idiot who committed himself into the center of the fray. He was at the rear, demanding his [Mages] attack. They were just about ready to begin casting support spells when the First Violin played the first note.

Symphony stood to the rear of Fissival. It had taken them a long time to get in position, but they had strict orders not to intervene until the charge, anyways.

Scaling a mountain was hard at the Maestros age. But Linvios Reiscale, love him or hate his group of [Assassins]? He was a function of Salazsar.

[Concerto: Glass Rain Upon Issrysils Plains]. Encore, encore. First Violinist, take the left. Theyre faltering. The rest of you, to Wall Lord Zails aid. Now. Fortissimo!

He drew the spectral rapier out of the air as dozens of elegant musician-assassins drew blades. Fissivals command and rear lines looked back and heard Symphony as they descended on their rear.

That was what Salazsar had that Fissival did not. Gems, color, and music. The Maestro dove towards the [General] of Fissival, sword drawn, golden bell chiming purely for the sweet sound of it. So they remembered it was there.

Every battle needed a flanking force. Every hero needed the consummate villain to look good and play his part well.

He laughed as he came down towards the Drake holding wand and sword, turning with the whites of his eyes showing. The Maestro spoke:

[Sword Art: Mourning Doves Lament].

Three minutes later, Fissivals army began to surrender en-masse.

Wall Lord Zail oversaw the capture and ransoming of the City of Magics army. Like most inter-city battles, it was not as bloody as it could be.

But it was still war. Not as bloody just meant one army hadnt been executed to the last. The Wall Lord felttired.

Victorious? Perhaps. Perhaps, when he looked around and realized neither Khorpe nor Eschowar nor Linvios were dead.

Khorpe had a new scar on his face, but aside from that and Eschowar losing a bit of his tail, theyd lived.

None of them were upset about that. Next time, theyd see. They were not invincible; it was just that they were damn tough to kill, and they intended to keep that reputation up as long as they could.

Next time?

Nerul stood there, having been chosen to oversee the ransom negotiations. Zail was massaging his back.

Of course. If Ilvriss leavessomeone has to go to war, and the current generation does it wrong. Do you think our counterparts in Fissival will just sit there?

Are you suggesting we escalate? They send their old men, we send ours?

Nerul looked mildly horrified at the suggestion. Zail just glared at him.

We dont want to. We dont need to kill each other. Not thissomething else, Nerul.

He was trying to explain. It was like Zail could sense a combination in the Rubrix Square or smell thunder in the air. Soon, he would be needed.

He felt younger. And indeed, people were listening and taking note, including his son. Or perhaps it was because they had no choice.

The Last Defenders of the Wall. A fanciful title. Are you going to be giving orders?

Nerul eyed the coalition of Drakes who had certainly subsumed a lot of political powerin addition to the power they had reminded people they had. Zail just stood there and looked back towards his beloved City of Gems, rising from the mountain.

One last time. One last time, and again, Nerul. One last time until the end. Until I am no longer actually useful.

He stood there, and Nerul could not remember Zail looking younger or older. The Drake [Diplomat] threw up his claws.

When is it our turn to lead our cities and this world forwards if old men like you kick around?

When you deserve it. When you wrest it from us. But well hold on until you break our fingers.

Zail pointed his sword at Nerul, and the [Diplomat] didnt dignify that with an answer. But the old Drake smiledand listened to the world agreeing.

[Wall Lord of a Thousand Exchanges, Coin and Sword Level 44!]

[Skill My Strength, Regained (Ten Minutes) obtained!]

[Fame Remember My Name obtained!]

He awoke, groggy sometimes, not knowing where he was or what was going on. But the voice, at least, reminded him. Zail lay in bed and stared up, thinking.

He had heard Lord Eschowar had gained a more powerful Skill reclaiming his sublimity or something. But this would do.

Zail closed his eyes and felt young again for ten minutes.

Authors Note:

This chapter was written in one day, and edited the day thereafter. I worked Sundayfor quite some time, actually, but on the business-end of things and I wont get into details.

But this is an example of how the writing may go in the future. Its still probably longer than I would prefer to write in one day, but the chapter is also paced faster, and re-learning how to do that wouldnt be the worst.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy your poll chapteror the first part of it. As I said, whatever wins is an arc, so I knew this was the first chapter going into Ilvriss point-of-viewironically not from his point of view.

Each character deserves their hour or longer, and sometimes it feels like you pencil in the world but hint and leave enough room for a character to get their development. Movies and shorter-form stories have to rely on what we call stereotypes and cliches because they dont have the room to flesh out every character, and sometimes thats okay, but the luxury of a web serial is also a necessity if you keep running into the same characters. Theyd better have more depth than a thimble or the world is shallow.

Thats my brief writing notes and analogy towards drawing. Which I am not good at. No more gaming news for you. I re-beat Cassette Beasts, which I was drawn to, again, because its just relaxing to play. Also, I may be concerned my old graphics card will explode if I try anything more high-quality on it. Nothings failed dramatically since thenthings are good?

What a boring authors note. Despite the busyness, I am feeling like Im starting to establish a workflow that doesnt kill me. Im getting tired and plotting the chem chapter and this Ilvriss arc, but nothings critical aside from the heat and me waking up with sunlight, an objectionable phenomena. Hope you enjoyed and see you next chapter!

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