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Book 7: Chapter 48: K

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 Thereafter. These were the headlines spoken and written inrge font across the world.

 From Wistram News Network and their subsidiary, the Passian Times, the Liscorian Gazette, Chandrar International, the Terandrian Tribunal

 Thatst one was very interesting. Now there were three international newspapers in cirction. The headline and bylines from Chandrar International, as written by the Editor-in-Chief, Rmi Canada, read as follows:

 sh at Medain. 

 Reims armies in retreat; 5 warships return to the House of Minos; [Pirate Captain] Rasea Zecrew sails under Saveres g; 17 nations and counting dere war on the King of Destruction; King of Duels captured.

 It was the kind of title that had multiple subheadings and required the entire newspaper (aside from the business, magical news, and funnies sections) to exin fully.

 Interestingly, as the internal sales figures per-newspaper, per new reader went, Chandrar International happened to have the weakest initial sales within the first five hours of printing. The Terandrian Tribunal, and the Passian Times were both more well-known and circted.

 But by the end of the day, people were requesting Rmi Canadas newspaper from Runners Guilds, who were printing and providing copies as part of their service. The reasons cited by customers were theyout of the [Journalist]s newspaper, more impartial reporting, attention to detail, and the fame of the Editor-in-Chief himself.

 And, lest it be unremarked upon, the ie of that many sales of newspapers across the world was no small thing. Therger two continental newspapers, already withpetition in Liscor in Izrils case, hadrge backers. But Rmis newspaper had already paid for itself and the equipment and sries of its employees by the time the day ended.

 Of coursethe war of media was not the most important thing happening, except to the organizations involved. There was, after all

 A war. Multiple ones. Seventeen nations had dered when Rmi finalized the newspaper. Twenty by the time he began the second days first draft.

 

 Yet, as any keen observer will note, a state of war has existed within Chandrar already. The derations by nations such as Nerrhavias Fallen cannot surprise anyone, least of all the [King] of Reim himself. It is a sign that each nation believes Reims aura of invincibility has finally faded. 

 Time will reveal whether this is correct. What is true is that the [Army of the King] has been used and for the first time, Reims armies have tasted a true defeat at the hands of the House of Minos and one [Pirate Captain]s interventiona timely, perhaps incredibly coordinated series of events.

 They werent the most scorching of words. Rather, Rmi hadid out the battle piece by piece without the victorious tones of the other two newspapers. Impartial, reasonedit was why his newspaper was doing better.

 Teresa Atwood wouldnt have minded it, even though she was on the losing side. But the fact that someone was reading it over her shoulder was sending chills up her spine.

 The King of Destruction waited for Teres to turn the page. She didnt want to.

 Go on, Teres. Its certainly the most objective take so far. Or are you still reading?

 Flos Reimarch was calmer today. Scarce hours had passed and dawn had just turned into morning. The King of Destruction had stopped raging.

 Now, he sat, weary in his saddle, as his army rode from Medains borders. They had not halted to rest beyond healing injuries even though they had just fought the battle that the newspapers were reporting on.

 They had too far to go to rest. Nerrhavias Fallen, the iven Earth, Medain, and nations as distant as Savere and Actelios had dered war. Butsome like Actelios had already dered war.

 The difference was that they were marching. Reim had its spies and informants, and Orthenon had reported that Actelios had sent its war band from the Carven City; Nerrhavias Fallen was mobilizing armies in the plural

 a moment to test the legend of the King of Destruction. Well written, that fellow. Another of your Earth-folk.

 I think so, your Majesty.

 Teres was nervous. Flos just nodded.

 It will be defense, now. As he says. Thest time so many nations dered war on me was when I had unified most of Chandrar. Thenit was multiple continents. The Walled Cities, Balerosianpanies, half of Terandriawell, they had tried to stymie me before but with less unity. A time to test the legend indeed.

 Teres just nodded. She was nervous. Flos was too calm, now. He looked to the side.

 His army was silent on the march. Last time, after Jecrass, he had invigorated them with a speech. Today though, it seemed as though Flos had no bright spot to find.

 They had been defeated. By a [Pirate], by the armies of Minosand the great Skill of the King of Destruction had been wasted, in a sense. Oh, General Ozem and his armies were dead or fleeing back across the sea. But Rasea Zecrew had killed Ulyse, stopped Reims army from seizing Medain and the King of Duels.

 Your Majesty

 You only call me your Majesty when you want something or youre nervous of me, Teres. You neednt be. I have been humbled. But I know where to direct my wrath.

 Teres saw Flos head turn towards her. She nodded tightly.

 Thenwhat happens next?

 A few things. While we ride, a few things. Its been long enough. Lets check on Orthenon.

 The two turned slightly back. The [Steward] was sitting in one of the wagons. No horse for him; he could ride, but the [Healer] and [Necromancer] had been in agreement. He needed to keep his hand as steady as possible.

 Will your fingers keep their strength and dexterity, my steward?

 I think so, your Majesty. Theyre already rejoined. [Death Keeper]?

 The Rustngmarders [Necromancer] and specialist bowed as he sat with the [Steward].

 The tissue has not rotted. The bones have not been destroyed. I will check the muscle againbut it is not my specialty. The [Healer] has done all she can.

 Do so, then. Orthenon, I have need of you.

 The [Steward] nodded and held out his arm. Teres watched uneasily as the [Death Keeper] ran his hands along the ce where two of Orthenons fingers had been severed by Rasea. The Rustngmarders [Necromancer] had reattached it. It was one of the reasons their mercenarypany was so dangerous; they could reattach limbs with death magic.

 Be careful. If you feel any pain or stiffness, this may require an expert beyond either of us.

 That was all he said to Orthenon. The [Steward] nodded and stood.

 Your will, my [King]?

 The [Steward] was easier to read than the King of Destruction at the moment. He was angry. Teres saw it in his expressionless face. Knowing Orthenonhe might have felt responsible for failing to stop Rasea, or predict her attack.

 The King of Destruction nodded.

 With me. Mars.

 He didnt have to raise his voice for the Illusionist to appear. She wore the defeat differently than Orthenon. Her eyes were a bit red. Tears of frustration. Shed shed them for failing to stop Ozem and failing to kill or capture the High King.

 Flos regarded both of them levelly and nodded.

 We ride ahead.

 They moved forwards a bit. No one protested. Ytol was managing the armys retreat; he had already sent [Riders] ahead to link up with the rest of the army and split. They had to defend the parts of Belchan theyd taken, Hellios, Germina, Reim

 Too many spots. And Medain was hostile too; the High King had dered war as soon as hed retreated to his capital. No one had attacked the army yet; wounded or not, they had just fought an intense battle and leveled. And Mars and Orthenon were here, along with Zamea and the battered elites.

 Ulyse was dead. Two half-Giants had fallen. Zameas leg was broken; she was audibly cursing as she hobbled to keep up with the army. The Rustngmarder, Flos vanguard and hammer, were down to twelve.

 Disaster. Flos himself did not bbor the point.

 Mars, open your personal armory. Any weapon you can do withoutce it with Ytol. We need the Sorcelled des. Every officer and magical de we can spare will go to that unit.

 Yes, sire.

 Mars nodded. Orthenon looked at Flos.

 Where will they fight?

 With you. Ill have you lead just them, Orthenon. Well need the cavalry in other spots; youll take that unit and move from battlefield to battlefield. Dont lose a single one. Attack, keep moving and keep the enemy guessing. Youll need anti-divination spells. Take one of Parasol Strolls [Mages].

 About that, sire. With Ulyse gonewho leads them? Mirin? Shes with Trey. And Esi is under blood-oath. But can she be trusted?

 Mars looked concerned. Flos nced backwards.

 ce her with me. The Nomads of the Sky I will give to Ytol. He will move to Reim to reinforce Venith and Maresar at once. Youll stay in the north, Mars. Hold back the iven Earth and Medain. I cannot trust anyone else to fight the adventurers and [Archers].

 Theyd kill half-Giants, who were toorge targets. Mars just nodded.

 Very well. And yourself, your Majesty?

 The King of Destruction looked around.

 Iwill stay in the north with Ytol. We will need to fight here. Once we reach Jecrassnds, we will split, Ytol and I. Before thatI will lead our armies on Jecrass capital and take it.

 The others stirred. Teres mouth fell open.

 You still want to fight?

 Flos looked at her.

 I swore to avenge the Gnolls. That [Prime Minister], Lyfelt, still lives. Since Raelt of Jecrass is no longer free, I will offer his daughter one chance to fulfill his terms. OtherwiseI will finish the war in Jecrass if I can. Fall back otherwise and continue fighting. Either wayIplete my vow.

 But were at war with every other nation in Chandrar around us! You want to fight Jecrass? Theyll be at war with Medain!

 It made sense not to fight the one nation they could probably make peace with. The King of Destruction had a different opinion, though.

 I swore a mighty oath, Teres. I swore it by the dead, who hade for my protection. I did not make war on Belchan and then Jecrass solely for politics. Lyfelt will die. And if the Gnoll tribes demand itI will fulfill my promise for a thousand heads for every one that was in. I made them a promise.

 He had already killed so many of Belchans people. And hed just fought the Minotaurs a day ago in the bloodiest engagement Teres had ever seen. Flos Reimarch met her gaze, and turned his head.

 Since High King Perric decided to dere war before wed left his borders, well strike him. MarsOrthenonthe border city ahead of us. Trevlt? Take it.

 The Kings Steward and the Illusionist looked up. They nodded, almost rxing.

 Dont kill civilians. Rout the defenders; the Nomads will help sack the city with two thousand horse. Go.

 Your will, your Majesty!

 Mars eyes glittered. Orthenon bowed, a thin, bitter smile on his face. Teres opened and closed her mouth. She saw them turn, riding north towards a city on the horizon.

 Destroy?

 It wont have more than a dozen Level 30 individuals. If it has someone unexpected, theyll fall back. Mars couldand hastaken a city herself. They cant hurt her. And Orthenon is too intelligent to put himself in jeopardy. Moreoverit will relieve their failures.

 The King of Destruction looked ahead. He dismissed the city as if it were already burning.

 Come, Teres. We have to ride faster if were yet to assault Jecrass before they have time to spirit that damned [Prime Minister] away. Enough moping.

 He rode faster. Teres shouted after his back.

 Havent you had enough?

 Flos of Reim looked at her. He cast a nce back towards the battlefield, and shook his head.

 What should I do now? Give up? Sue for peace with my enemies baying for my blood? Teresa. It is time to turn the borders to blood and fire. And when I reach the House of Minos and SavereI will repay yesterday a thousand times over.

 Such different worlds. Teres slowed down as she saw that difference more inly, atst. He had seen greater battles, bloodier, more devastating. The events of yesterday had affected the King of Destruction least. But everyone else had watched and seen.

 Their reactions were more telling.

 -

 The King of Destructions war with the House of Minos was revealing on several levels. Firstlyif you were in the Titans ss, it was, as he pointed out, an example of levels versus numbers.

 The Minotaurs just gave the King of Destruction his first real defeat. They did it with an incredibly small force, but high-leveled veterans and incredibly powerful siege weapons. It proves that the King of Destructions army is still fundamentally wed. He has some of his old vassals but his army is full of holes. Miss Angelica, one w. Five seconds to respond.

 He pointed. The [Princess] gulped and blurted the first thing that came to mind.

 [Mages]?

 The Titan nodded and she rxed.

 Good. No [Mages]. He has a few; not enough to shield his army, let alone Amerys of the Seven. Another w. You.

 A student flinched.

 Uhuhuh

 People die when a [Strategist] takes too long, Mister Iril! You! w!

 High-level [Archers[?

 Good! We didnt see those. These are the easy ones. Next?

 UmGaruda? Takhatres of the Seven was fighting the Empress

 Yes. The Minotaurs would have never tried that with an army of Garuda in the skies. Theyd have destroyed the artillery. But General Ozem would have nevernded if hed thought there was even a whiff of Garuda in the air. This is what I keep telling you all: pick your battles. And make sure the enemy cant!

 The Titan was expounding on the battle and aftermath with unusual vigor, even for him. He wasrestless. They called him Professor, here. But one look at him reminded his students that Niers Astoragon was first a [Strategist]. Like the King of Destructionhe saw battle and it lit something up in him.

 Synergy. At least, between those two. Asympathetic reaction across the world. The consequence of the live coverage via scrying spells. When people watchedwhat had urred in that one ce in Chandrar suddenly affected events the world over.

 For someit was a conversation topic, a lesson, a moments entertainment. But the effect was more dramatic in other ces.

 -

 Incredible. The Order of Seasons might well crusade to Chandrar. The Grandmaster might have ordered us already if it werent for the situation with Ailendamus.

 Talia exhaled slowly and the [Knights] around her began murmuring. Rabbiteater just shook his head.

 A massive battle. Farrger than the ones even Redfangs could have conceived of. And powerful weapons. He felt full of nervous energy just seeing it.

 Strong Minotaurs.

 That was hisment to Talia. She smiled at him.

 Thats all you have to say, Ser Solstice?

 He shrugged, embarrassed.

 [Pirates] were the most clever. Good tactics.

 Hit-and-run. The Redfangs fought like that. Talia pursed her lips. She thought it was dishonorable. But the [Pirates] had lost, what, three people total? It made sense to hit the enemy where they couldnt hit you back. In a fight with unarmored enemies, every single Redfang went for a groin-kick against male opponents. Or stab.

 Want to practice fighting?

 Just like the others, Rabbiteater was restless. Talia nodded, and they found an open space on the deck to practice. In that, the [Knights] and Redfangs were very much alike.

 The theory was known as the domino effect on Earth. The battle and subsequent derations of war hadeased a pressure on the world. The looming threat of the King of Destruction in the background. So many nations suddenly going to war was like a mental cascade. A catalyst.

 It had unexpected consequences. Rabbiteater was hefting a practice axe; he still needed to master Headscratchers gold-jade battleaxe. Talia was warming up when her head turned.

 Ship to port! Noships!

 The watcher on the crows nest shouted down. The [Captain] of the vessel, and some of the crew and [Knights] went to the railing. Rabbiteater was focuseduntil he heard a shout.

 That g. Those are Ailendamus ships!

 Talia and Rabbiteater looked sideways. The Hobgoblin saw, waving from one ship, abow. Some kind of stylized bow with ance instead of an arrow. Then he heard a shout.

 Theyre moving to intercept

 Starboard! Raise our colors! This is a transport ship, not a

 Rabbiteater saw a flicker in the air. He jumped forwards and thrust the axe out. Talia recoiled and heard a thunk.

 The first arrow stuck in the wooden practice weapon. The Goblin whirled. Two of Ailendamus ships wereing from the port side.

 This is a peaceful vessel! We are not Pheints or a Terandrian nation! Do you hear me?

 The [Captain] roared. But a second volley of arrows wasing. The crew and [Knights] took cover. And then Rabbiteater heard a roar from one of the [Knights of the Spring].

 Talia! Ailendamus has crossed the border of Kv. Its war!

 What? But

 The [Summer Knight]s head swung around. It was too soon! Grandmaster Calirn hadnt predicted war for another month, at least! But Ailendamus had struck before even they were perhaps ready, much less their enemies.

 Synchronicity. 

 Ailendamus dered war on the Dawn Concordat as its armies marched over the border of Kv and its ships began to blockade nations such as Pheint.

 Rabbiteater decided he actually wanted to go back home.

 -

 Magus-Crafter Femithain was found half the time enjoying a civilized brew of stamina-potion in his cup in the open terrace of his personal quarters in Delicrel, the temporary capital of the Illivere League. That was because it was made up of smaller crafter-states, who elected their Magus-Crafter periodically.

 Femithain had been in power for a long time, which was a sign of confidence in the other crafter-states. In more contentious times, they might rece the Magus-Crafter every six months. But Femithain had kept everything running smoothly.

 Like clockwork. Which was how the Illivere League liked it. In truththere wasnt as much politicking as in, say, Belchan.

 Which was why half the time Femithain drank straight stamina-potion instead of tea or a lesser product to start his day. The other half of the time, he could be found face-down on a desk, having fallen unconscious after drafting new designs for Golems in his workshop all night long.

 There was a copy of Chandrar International on his table on the veranda. Appropriate, since hed been one of the financiers. Femithain picked it up and read.

 He nearly fell out of his seat.

 The King of Destruction lost a battle?

 He hadnt known. Hed been working on his personal bodyguard-Golemsst night for hours after midnight. He read quickly, nearly forgetting to drink the stamina potion.

 Yes. Even with his [Army of the King]. Savere intervened. The Sirens sister.

 Femithain realized he had a guest. Orprisoner of war, if you wanted to be urate.

 She was certainly a prisoner. You could tell byFemithain eyed Nsiias clothing for a second and was distracted, but kept reading as he reached for whatever the staff had ced in front of him for sustenance.

 Definitely a prisoner. Savere had asked. Nerrhavia had asked. The [Empress of Beasts] was 100% a prisoner and you couldnt go higher than that, could you?

 You could tell. She had her own private quartersshe lived under house arrest. Housekeepinger, jailorskept a close eye on her in case she was hungry or something.

 This was clearly a jailbreak. Likest time. Nsiia had probably overwhelmed the guard-Golems by walking past them, or cunningly hopped over her terraced porch to visit Femithain in the morning.

 He was probably in fear of his life. Femithain realized there was half an ostrichs egg in front of him.

 What is this?

 He eyed the fat omelette. Nsiia shrugged.

 I asked for one so your [Chef] made it for both of us. Have you read everything?

 She was aware Femithain liked to have a full possession of the facts before deciding anything. The man adjusted his spectacles.

 Almost. Would you like a towel? I assume youve been swimming.

 This morning.

 Shed jumped in the Magus-Crafters pools, a luxury he himself availed himself ofonce a year.

 Illivere was not a paradise, even if theyd applied for the position towhomever decided such things. It was simply a nation based on Golembor, which meant that they had, like Khelt, done away with most menial tasks.

 Golems tilled the fields and [Farmers] only had to harvest and manage the areas since harvesting was hard for all but Golems with fine dexterity. Golems hauled water, provided free transportation,bor, and so on.

 It wasnt perfect. If you didnt own a Golem, you were almost certainly poor. However, Femithain and wise Magus-Crafters before him had concluded that rebellions of the poor were bad for business and health and so on. So there were institutions in ce such that anyone could have cheap food, a ce to sleep, guaranteed work, and so on.

 The lower sses, with the Golems, provided the true elitesthe [Golem Artisans], Crafter-Magi, and so on, time to create more servants and perfect their craft. Live in opulence too. But most of the hereditary families wereinteresting.

 A few did tend towards excess, but the ones like Femithain were just Golem-addicts. Whether by breeding or culture, Illivere had created within their elite the drive to improve their nation, even if it was only in the production of more high-end Golems.

 Anywaysdefinitely-a-prisoner Nsiia was here for breakfast. She sat in front of Femithain, waiting for him to put down the newspaper.

 The King of Destruction is at war withNerrhavia, Savere, Medainah.

 The ah was a realization on Femithains part. This was bad for Reim. Alsoit exined another thing.

 He lowered the newspaper. Nsiia nodded as she leaned on the table, her skin glistening from the water in his pools, drying in the suns heat.

 Flos Reimarch and Reim go to war with so many nations. He has allies. Such as Savere was. But we are too scattered. Too weak. He needs support.

 Something else needed structural support. The former [Empress] was, in fact, topless. Femithain looked at her. And then he raised the newspaper and checked the count of nations.

 And Illivere would be a timely ally. I see, I see. So no towel, then?

 Nsiia scowled. Shed tried this before. Femithain waspletely immune as far as she could tell. He might have the self-control and force of will she had respected in him during the war. Orhe might have only been interested if she was five feet taller and made out of obsidian, or jade, or some other Golem-material.

 She wasnt sure yet.

 You wont consider it? Eat your food. Your servants worry about you.

 Femithain lifted a finger as he continued reading.

 Staff, actually. Theyre employed. Different from [Servants]. They seem happy youre around.

 Because I make sure youre not starving in your workshop. And because they have someone to pamper.

 The Magus-Crafter didnt respond to that. He did, however, begin eating when she pushed the te in front of him. Nsiia left at some point; shed interrupt him when she wanted or hed get back to her after he had calcted how Illivere fell into this situation.

 Not war with Reim.

 Femithain heard a sigh from Nsiia. She had climbed onto the crossed beams that formed a roof over the veranda. Purely ornamental; the spells kept out rain.

 Ordinarily, during her harsh captivity full of deprivations, sadistic torture, like having to fill her own water pitcher at night, and indignities on the parts of her captorsbeing ignored by FemithainNsiia prowled around like, well, the [Empress of Beasts] of Tiqr.

 She was a captive. And even if the other bits were exaggerated to cate the Siren of Savereshe couldnt leave. She was guardedfor her protection. The Siren wanted her enemy, and the other nations would have happily disposed of the leader of Tiqr, who continued to resist even after being conquered.

 No war with Reim. Is this bias?

 Femithain continued thinking from below. He was aware his budding friendship with Nsiia might influence his decisions. Howeverafter analyzing his own decision, he concluded that was a safe decision.

 Illivere did not need to dere war. The other nations might pressure them to, but Reim was far away. A war deration could be made at need and ignored, but there was no need to do so just to follow suit. Moreover, war with Reim would keep the other nations from bothering with Illivere.

 Andif Reim dide out ahead, there was a decided importance to not being on the King of Destructions bad side.

 That does not mean we will help Reim now, no matter what you request, Nsiia.

 The former [Empress] sunbathed above him. She had caused quite a stir. At least three dozen younger [Crafters] had dedicated Golems to her, made in her image and the warrior-queen had her own admirers of both male and females alike.

 She struck a chord with the restless young. Femithain heard Nsiia moving.

 And I have nothing to persuade you with?

 He considered this.

 Not in any immediate sense, no.

 He heard a sigh from above. Nsiia sat up. Femithain listened. She was dangerously intelligent; hed lost more than one board game against her despite being ranked among the Top 100 in his nation consistently. She was a polite, even amenable guest so far. But he still had her watched.

 You know, we wont sit idly. I waited for him to rise faster. He let me down. But if I had my nation, I would still follow him over all these other nations. The others wont rest now, either.

 What others?

 His allies. The King of Destruction has not a tenth of the vassals I think are loyal to him. The Mad Onesthe full strength of the Rustngmarderthis may force them to move.

 We shall see.

 The Magus-Crafter had an enchantment which allowed his spectacles to reflect more than they should have. He pretended to read while he watched the reflection of her above him. Nsiia spoke to the skies.

 Illivere stands at a crossroads, Femithain. They will force you in the end, as they did me.

 Words of caution. Femithain did not forget. Nor did he take Nsiia lightly.

 That may be, [Empress]. But I work for my nation. For nowIllivere has little to gain and everything to lose from allying with Reim.

 He saw her shift and nced away for her modesty, not his. Perhaps that was why she employed the tactic.

 Golems are Illiveres blood, like the animals of Tiqr. I understand this now. Your nation pursues thesecreations more than gold or blood or power.

 They are all to us, Nsiia. They are art and purpose.

 If you could be a Golemwould you?

 The question threw Femithain. Nsiia looked down at him, her eyes sharp. He was off-guard, and the reply slipped out of him.

 Not if it were the ones I make.

 Ah.

 Her eyes narrowed. She said nothing more as Femithain rose.

 I need to call together the Crafters. We will need to make a public statement at the very least. Empress

 He looked around. She was gone. That worried Femithain, a bit. He had stopped Nsiias covert attempts to suborn his staff into helping her contact her peopleby telling them to stop and confronting her directly. But she was a caged beast. And like any animal in a menagerieshe wanted to be free.

 Femithain liked and respected Nsiia. But Illivere was his responsibility. He hoped she would not force his hand. For nowhe rose, leaving the omelette half-finished.

 Thereiny his mistake. When he was gone, Nsiia swung herself up onto the balcony again. She had climbed all over her pce as a girl and she used to ride her beloved friend, Thef. She missed him every day. Wept for him still.

 But the former [Empress] could not lie about forever. Norwas she a fool.

 Here. Here, Teska.

 She raised her hand and a bird fluttered down. A red bird, rted to a finch. The Largebeaked Marraw was her friend. She had trained him for thest month in secret. She rubbed at his head. Then she carefully tied the little bit of parchment onto his w.

 Go, go. Find Vasraf.

 Maybe hed make it. But Femithain was savvy enough to watch the skies. Either wayNsiia had learned from ying board games with Femithain that you always had a backup n. A secondyer.

 So, knowing full well the Magus-Crafter was gone and his servants would never dare enter his workshop, Nsiia padded barefoot into his private area. She looked around.

 Mhm.

 Her eyes glowed, capable of dark vision like an animal. Nsiia moved around some objects. Femithain was tidy and untidy; in his inspiration heforgot things. Didnt keep the perfect inventory until he sorted and requested more.

 Hed find himself missing some enchanted stone, a pair of the premade control inscriptions. Bits and pieces hed never notice; Nsiia carried them off. She was quite smart. It was new to her, but she was feeding off the most aplished [Golem Artificer] in all of Illivere.

 Anyways, the Empress had to hope the King of Destruction survived. But at least she was leveling.

 Nsiia of Tiqr. [Golem Maker], Level 14.

 -

 Behind the scenes. Unimportant. Ailendamus deration of war was so sudden that Wistram News Network was still covering two issues after the battle.

 Soso youre saying your attack on the King of Destruction was purely your decision, Captain Rasea Zecrew?

 The very nervous Wistram [Mage] had been hauled up in a skiff. And it was surprisingbut totally in the nature of her character that Rasea Zecrew had instantly agreed to an interview.

 Thats right. It was my idea! If theres a foe for the Illuminary to fight, why not go after the King of Destruction himself? All my idea.

 She winked into the camera. The Drake [Mage] opened and closed his mouth a few times.

 And uhyoure not worried about reprisals? For your ship or Savere? You are rted to the Siren. And the King of Destruction is known for his long memory.

 If he can catch the Illuminary, he can object to my face! As for my sistershe can take care of herself! Im a [Pirate]; my business is loot and glory! And thats whyIm saying if theres any brave soul out there, seek us out! The Illuminary is always looking for new crew!

 Raseaughed. Her glowing eye shed again.

 She kept striking poses, using a crate to nt her foot and brandish her sword. The [Mage] swished his tail.

 But Captain Rasea, it seems as though your attack was quite premeditated. Will you swear by truth spellhey! Get your ws off the scrying mirror. Hey. Hey

 Something was thrust in front of the [Mage]. It wasa flier. Or perhaps a poster, the same as the ones the crew and friends of the Illuminary were putting up in ports.

 Looking for mayhem? Treasure? Glorious death? Join Rasea Zecrew and the legendary crew of the Illuminary*! 

 *Applicants must be at least Level 30 or higher. Survival not guaranteed.

 It had a stylized image of Rasea with her sword, smiling winsomely at the viewer. The audience heard the [Mage] arguing with the [Pirates], who were thrusting the poster at the viewer. There was a shout.

 And were better than those snotty Bloodtear Pirates or the Underseas Crews! Join us and

 The image cut out. One of the Drakes in the broadcasting studio coughed. Sir Relz cleared his throat.

 WellI think thats all well get from Captain Rasea. Enigmatic motiveswe certainly dont endorse that poster. [Pirates], eh, er, Miss Drassi?

 Absolutely, Sir Relz. Absolutely.

 The other Drake was threatening Noass and Sir Relzs duo. People writing in found Drassi and the other Drakes more entertaining than both of the [Commentators]. Speaking of whichSir Relz looked at Drassi.

 I think since weve lost our ah, [Mage] with Captain RaseaI hope the fellow is alrightwe should move to a <emint lodged against our broadcast yesterday. Miss Drassi? I will see what this news from Terandria is

 He stood up. The view panned to Drassi. She cleared her throat.

 Right. Hi, everyone! This is Drassi from Liscor, your favorite female [Reporter]! Because Im the only one regrly employed. Solisten. I try to say things like I see them. And yesterday, during our coverage of the huge war with the King of Destruction, I made somements about the kidnapping of Princess Jecaina of Jecrass and Medain.

 The view shed to a few scenes in the corner of the screen, reminding readers of the events. It had been onement among many. The clip was helpfully reyed for the audience as Drassi scowled at the kidnapping in progress.

 Thats right. Heres what we know. This rat

 High King Perric.

 Yeah. This rat-king kidnaps the [King] of Jecrass daughter. And now Raelt is in hot pursuit.

 

 In the present, Drassi cleared her throat and sat up.

 Medainsunched a formalint with Wistram News Network over mynguage.

 Oh yes. Among all of what had happened, High King Perric had, in his wisdom, found the time to object to that singr moment.

 A lesser ruler might not have cared. A weaker [King] might have ignored the slight, or dismissed it. But a [High King] demanded an apology. That was what set apart the men from the children.

 Drassi sat in front of the scrying mirror and folded her ws as she looked sincerely into the camera.

 Id just like to address the audience now. FirstlyId like to apologize to Medain and the [High King] Perric and you viewers out there. I used inappropriatenguage in the heat of the moment. Upon reflection

 She took a deep breath. Her eyes were glittering, and you might be able to mistake it for tears of remorse if you didnt see her violentlyshing tail under the desk. But Wistram had been adamant. Drassi saw Noass ring at her from the side. She took another breath.

 Upon reflection, my phrasing andand conduct was unprofessional. I apologize for that. I should have said that rat bastard is kidnapping a [Princess], not rat-king.

 Noass face froze. Drassi leaned forwards. He tried to cut the feed, but was stopped by the production crew who were getting a sense for good drama. Drassi leaned forwards.

 Im supposed to apologize to this [High King]? Why? Listenthey told me I have to say sorry so we dont offend Medain. Offend them for what? Speaking the truth? Thats why I got my position! Im going to put my tail on the line when I say this: kidnapping is bad. I know thats a hard position to take, but someones got to say it. Medain kidnapped Jecrass [Princess]. Everything else asidethat was a pretty rat-bastard move, right? Am I going to apologize for it? No! And if this [High King] objects

 Noass dove onto the screen and tried to shove Drassi off. A pushing war ensued and two assistants appeared on screen and finally dragged both off. Furious arguments could be heard in the background until the view cut to Ailendamus ruler, King Itorin II, who was sitting while one of his subjects read a formal deration of war.

 The news gets weirder and weirder every day, I swear.

 Erin Solstice looked away from the scrying orb atst. She wondered if this meant Drassi wasnt going to make the night-shift. She didnt even know why Drassi worked two jobsthe [Gossip] imed it was to keep abreast of the fun stuff.

 The Wandering Inn had a TV installed. It was functionally one of those diners that always had a television with a sports game. Which Erin found ironic, because it already had the yers of Celum. She looked around at the rapt audience now watching the war in Ailendamus.

 It made Erins stomach hurt a bit. Well, she and everyone else had watched the battle with the King of Destruction. And while it hadnt made Erin want to grab a hammer and hit someoneit had affected her as well.

 So this is how art gets reced with television, huh? Not on my watch! Paltwere moving the mirror! Turn off the spell!

 The huge, six-foot mirror turned nk. It wasnt perfect ss; it would have been really expensive if Erin had bought one of those. The ss was warped in ces and had bubbles from the cooling process. But it was still good enough to turn into a scrying mirror.

 A temporary one. Erin had a small, permanently-enchanted mirror, but even with Wistram making more, they cost too much! So Palt, being Palt, hade up with a great suggestion.

 Enchant a mirror with the [Scrying] spell. Oh, it would wear off, but if you had, say, an [Illusionist] around, you had a free feature-size broadcast!

 Boos came from around themon room as the mirror went dark. Erin saw someone raise a fist and shake it at her threateningly. She red at Mrsha.

 Its not off! Someone help me take it to the rec-room. Nono, wait! One of the spares! Well have that be the TV room. And well put in likecouches. nkets! Popcorn half-off! But not here! The yers of Celum are putting on a show!

 She pointed at the stage. Temile waved at her, mouthing a thank you; he had indeed beenpeting with the scrying mirror thesest few days.

 And in fact, Erin didnt have to lift the mirror down from the wall. Ishkr was already standing on a table. He nodded to the staff.

 You three, help me carry this.

 Thanks, Ishkr.

 Erin gave the Gnoll a thumbs-up. He nodded to her as they carried the mirror past. Erin had a prescient thought and looked around.

 No running around near the mirror!

 Mrsha stopped mid-run after Ekirra. The two Gnolls watched the mirror go past and Erin folded her arms.

 Someone looks like she has a lot of energy!

 The little Gnoll nodded rapidly. She hadnt been allowed to watch the gory broadcast in its entirety, but shed caught the mood of the room. Erins heart was still pounding.

 Minotaurs. [Pirates]. Shetook a breath.

 Okay. Mrsha? Why dont you go into the Garden and

 She whispered into the Gnolls ear. Mrshas eyes turned round. She looked up at Erin.

 Really?

 She held up a card. Erin nodded.

 Theyre nearly ready. You can goand so can Ekirra, I guess.

 He wasnt going to figure out what it was. And his parents or others would just assume it was Erin beingErin. The [Innkeeper] nodded.

 Synchronicity. It had been a simple idea. Shed gotten it while watching the King of Destructions battle. She wasnt the only one whod beeninspired.

 As Erin walked towards the Garden of Sanctuary, she saw Embria and some of 4th Company sitting together.

 HeyEmbria. Whats up?

 Miss Solstice.

 The Drake hesitated, but ducked her head. Some of hermand were sitting around. They looked just as amped by the scene as she was.

 oh sure, destructive, but you try that on Pass walls against emced siege weapons and see what happens. What stood out to me was that damn ship. All the Skills and enchantments on it? How do you fight that?

 Lightbridge and fight on the deck. Duh. You tell me what you cant solve with lightbridgeoh, hello, Miss Solstice.

 The [Soldiers] looked at Erin. She waved at Embria.

 Uhjust saying hi. You all good? Want some more food?

 We could use a few drinks

 A Gnoll elbowed one of the Drakes in the side.

 Stow it, Lieutenant. Were patrolling tomorrow, remember?

 Oh, right.

 Were fine, Miss Erin. Thank you.

 Erin nodded. Cool, cool. She kept the smile on her face. Embria was perfectly normal with her, even if the two werent exactly bloviating all the time. But there was some awkwardness, still.

 Uh huh. Great, great. Umany word from Relc yet?

 The young Drake hesitated.

 Notyet. But hes probably still travelling. Without Skills or a dedicated

 Ah. Cool. Well, I havent heard anything. Just let me know. And let Ishkr know if you want anything! y tonight! Uh

 Erin backed up. She looked around. Not many people were in the inn.

 Well, that wasnt right. Not many people she counted as friends or acquaintances were in the inn. There were plenty of guests

 But the other Earthers, Selys, some of the Antinium, and now Mavi were in Area 51. That was what Erin was calling it.

 Or maybe the safe zone. Ororshe ran out of cool names for it. It wasnt a Skill. It was just an idea shed had.

 Something big. Erin walked into the Garden of Sanctuary, leaving only a few of her special guests in themon room. Few people even looked twice; they knew they werent allowed into the [Garden]. Lyte had considered paid tours, but Erin had shot it down. A few watched Erin, though.

 A pair of gentlemen with hats. Three of the food-spies. AndFerris.

 The Gnoll had a thought. And it was this.

 Is it actually her?

 He didnt vocalize that. Not entirely. But the [Infiltrator] wasing to another conclusion after time at The Wandering Inn.

 He had been sent to obtain Erin Solstice. A task he had not realized would be so arduous. She was as stubborn as a rock. Or a Dragon. And unfortunately, she was so well-connected that spiriting her away was an impossible venture.

 No, despite Rafaemas growing impatience, Ferris had seen no way. But he was beginning to think his failure was a good thing. BecauseFerris now believed Erin Solstice was not the mastermind behind The Wandering Inn and the events in Liscor.

 His eyes turned past her, towards someone who was busily signing for packages.

 Cleared to go through Invrisil. And youSilveranplease put up a sign on that room? The one with the mirror? Um, Viewing Room. Yes, write that there and put it up. Thank you.

 She turned to a timid Worker. A Worker Antinium with silver antennaehence the nickname, Silveran. An employee of the inn.

 Ferris eyes almost narrowed, but he kept his face nk and friendly. Look at her. There

 Was a [Princess].

 It was beyond obvious to an expert like Ferris. Her demeanor, ent, and the fact that shecked an anti-appraisal ring all told him that. [Princess].

 In fact, the 6th Princess of Cnfer. Right here. Lyte kept staring at the news about Ailendamus. Shed hidden her reaction well. But hed seen the worry and fear on her face as it broke.

 She was behind The Wandering Inn. Erin? She was a mascot.

 It all made sense to Ferris. Think of it. What had he seen Erin do? A number of insane things. But she didnt run her inn. Lyte? Shed negotiated with him on behalf of hispany. She was the one who organized everything.

 The power behind the throne. No, the power of the throne. Aha! The Gnoll was changing targets.

 And to be fair, it was an obvious conclusion. The amazing part was that the Gnoll wasntpletely right, and instead, half-wrong.

 He followed Lyte as the [Princess] looked around, realized she was free for half a second, and hurried after Erin into the [Garden of Sanctuary]. s, Ferris had tried to enter a dozen different ways and the Skill had foiled him. It was a top-grade Skill. And if Ferris had been even better at his job, or more specialized in a different ss, he would have noticed something else.

 But he didnt.

 -

 Inside the [Garden of Sanctuary], Lyte du Marquin found Numbtongue and Bird and Mrsha.

 Wheres Erin?

 In her secret spot.

 Numbtongue answered shortly. He was practicing with his sword. Lyte was now a regr disciple of Zevaras, and she recognized good swordsmanship when she saw it.

 He was performing aplex set of maneuvers, cutting the grass with tight, elegant swings. Nothing big and fancy; that was what an amateur did and it got you killed.

 Numbtongue was also smiling. It might have been himor the ghost who was delighting over his de. Lyte didnt know about that of course. Nor did she see Reiss grumpily sitting on the grass, watching.

 Youre in a good mood. Im going after Erin. You dont want toe?

 No. Too much repeating. Will goter. More fun, here.

 The Hobgoblin grunted at the [Princess]. Oddly, he didnt use Numbtongues good grammar and diction. He sounded like

 Shorthilt. But Lyte was too distracted to ask why. The Hobgoblin smiled as the sword shed through the air. He was so artful that even Mrsha had stopped for a moment to admirealthough she was not allowed anywhere near the glittering de, of course.

 Someone else sat in the [Garden], immune to the lures of the secret Erin had been working on. He rose now as Lyte hurried in.

 Lyte. Lyte! I have a request!

 The [Princess] looked up. Bird ran down the hill and nearly tumbled down the slope.

 Bird! What are you doing here?

 I am creating bird-nests. You see?

 He showed her something. Lyte stared at the little nest of twigs hed made. And then one of the birdhouses.

 You. You, Bird, are making bird-houses?

 Yes. To cultivate more birds so they are not all dead. The [Druids] have shown me the way. I must kill birds and allow more birds to reproduce. Otherwisethere will one day be no birds.

 The Worker solemnly ced one of his nests back in the pile. Lyte opened and closed her mouth.

 Thats very intelligent of you, Bird. What did you want? Help putting your nests up?

 Oh, no. I can do that myself and the other Workers will help me. No, Lyte. I would like you to buy something for me. Please?

 You have an allowance, Bird.

 The [Princess] smiled. The Worker waved his antennae as he gestured at the coin pouch at his side.

 I know. I cannot find it in the market. And I am not allowed in Pass, which I am sure has them for sale. If I give you money, can you buy it for me?

 Yes, of course. Ill put it on the list. What is it?

 At least he was being responsible now. Bird smiled broadly.

 I would like a ballista. Like the one on the scrying orb. Thank you!

 The [Princess]s head slowly turned back to him.

 A ballista?

 Yes! It does not have to have enchanted ammunition; that would destroy the birds. But with one like the ones the Minotaurs have, I can probably hunt the scale-birds.

 Wyverns?

 Yes! How much more money do I need?

 Bird showed Lyte the money in his pouch. Lyte stared at him and heard a snort. Shorthilts time was up and Numbtongue was silently cracking up as he clutched at his stomach.

 Birdyou cannot have a ballista. We cant even buy one.

 What? Why not?

 Theyre too expensive. What am I saying? We are not mounting a ballista on the inn!

 Zevara would kill her. Bird looked at Lyte, antennae quivering. Then he sat down,y on his shelled back, and began to wave his arms and legs.

 I want a ballista! Waaah! Waaaah! Am I being annoying? I will do this until I get one! I want a ballista!

 Bird. Stop that!

 Lyte snapped at Bird. He didnt stop. Lyte closed her eyes. Think, thinkaha! Bird-logic!

 Bird, we cannot buy a ballista because they are not for sale! Pass does not sell them! Theyre too uh, valuable!

 Bird stopped iling and crying. He sat up.

 Are you sure? You are not lying, are you, Lyte? I would be hurt if you were.

 Im not, Bird. Swear on a truth spell. We cant get a ballista. And if we couldI would still say no. Because its dangerous, and its a siege weapon, and what am I doing arguing about this? The answer is no.

 Lyte pointed down at him. Bird folded all four arms sullenly.

 Is that clear, Bird? No going into Pass and asking.

 I will not.

 What was that?

 I will not go into Pass, Lyte.

 Good.

 The [Princess] sighed. Then she heard the giggling and looked to one side. Mrsha and Numbtongue were lying on the ground, pounding it with their fists,ughing their butts off.

 Very funny. Well, Miss Mrsha, if its so funny, maybe you dont need to visit Erins secret ce with the others? I hear theyre having lots of fun, but if someone would rather be here

 Mrsha leapt up in rm. She ran to grab Ekirrawho was sniffing the cocoa tree for more chocteand tugged him back towards the door. Lyte nodded to Numbtongue.

 Well be gone for a bit. Let us know if anythinges up.

 Sure. Will do.

 The Hobgobliny down in the grass, still chuckling. Bird was muttering to himself as Lyte, Mrsha, and Ekirra vanished through the door. For a moment there was musicNumbtongues ears perked up. He began to sit up.

 ballista would be useful for defense. Everyone needs a ballista. It is very unfair that Pass will not share

 Coming, Bird?

 Numbtongue pointed towards the wall. Bird didnt answer. Numbtongue left him to sulk. He walked down the hill and heard a small voice from the [Bird Hunter].

 Fine then. I will build one myself.

 Numbtongue looked backwards. It was the most ominous thing he had ever heard Bird say. He hesitated. Buthe would really have liked a ballista too. So he pretended he didnt hear it and walked through the door.

 -

 Lyte, Mrsha, Ekirra and then Numbtongue all walked through the Garden of Sanctuarys door. They reappeared back in The Wandering Inn, as Erin had done. But they were notessibleto the other guests.

 Erin Solstices new secret. Obviouslythe people whod helped her with it knew. And her guests. But it had been ferreted out by some of her semi-permanent guests.

 Ferris hadnt noticed. But there was an expert, as it were, among even those intelligent sorts. Grimalkin, Saliss, Ferristhey were good.

 Ratici though, hed seen it at once. He had left the rec room, and since there was no Numbtongue, and Miss Erin had vanished into the safe Garden of Sanctuary, Wilovan went to find his friend.

 Ratici. What are you doing?

 The [Thief] looked around as Wilovan stood next to him. The shorter Drake adjusted his cap.

 Wilovan, if I were to vouchsafe a theory to you, would you consider it?

 Naturally, dear fellow.

 Well then, allow me to make a fewwell, what would you think of this wall?

 The Drake gestured to a nk wall in the hallway. Wilovan eyed it, knocked on the wood, and sniffed. It was just a wall. Ratici kept staring at it.

 Not immediately hollow. I smell and hear nothing, and given the condition of my senses over yours, I would be inclined to say it is just a wall, Ratici, if I were not given to trust your Skills over mine.

 Right, right. The thing is, Wilovan, I have noticed a few things. The first thing is that theres no door here.

 Customary of walls, Ratici.

 The Drake nodded. He scratched at his chin.

 But there was. Two days ago, there was a door here.

 The Gnoll had been distracted, wondering if this was some long analogy towards the power of the nobility vis-a-vis the working ss. Nowhis eyes sharpened.

 Ah. You recall that quite clearly, Ratici?

 Force of habit, Wilovan. Force of habit. And I cant help but notice something else. There is no door or window, but my understanding of theyout of the innand my Skills are telling there is a space beyond there, Wilovan.

 There are spaces we cannot see, Ratici.

 The Gnoll said this, but he was mostly teasing. Ratici gave him an irritated look.

 Yes, Wilovan. But I mean there are no entryways into here. Not from above. Or below. Or any other way.

 Oh. My, oh my.

 Reminds you of a few tricks of the trade, doesnt it, Wilovan?

 Indeed it does, Ratici. Indeed it does.

 Typhenous and Griffon Hunt would have been familiar with the idea Ratici was floating as well. Both Gnoll and Drake gave each other a significant look.

 You hear nothing?

 Somethingvibrations if I use the Longears Charm. But Ive been rather casual.

 Its not our ce topry. The Tallmans order is just defensive, Ratici, and hes hinting that well be relieved soon.

 The [Thief] nodded. Wilovan adjusted his jacket. Neither one said it. Of course, it was just an observation. Of course they werent being paid to investigate. But they were [Thief] and [Thug].

 They really, really wanted to know what was inside.

 -

 As Wilovan, Ratici, and people with secrets over the years had observed, it was nothing new Erin Solstice hade up with. Shed just put her own take on it.

 There were no doors here. No windows. The hallway connecting three semi-spacious rooms together was part of a new part of the inn. Nowclosed off. To a purpose.

 No door existed but when you asked for it. And only the truest friends, the trustedpanions of the inn could open the door. You could try to break a wall of coursebut good luck. The inn was stronger than the first two versions. Even Moore would have trouble just breaking down a wall.

 Of course, a master-[Thief] could just teleport in with the right Skill or scroll, or use a few other tricks to gain entry. But it was an impressive blockade. And thanks to a certain [Innkeeper]even Ratici wasnt willing to risk detection.

 Not even all of the people who were allowed in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been told this ce existed, so they themselves couldnt enter. Olesm, for one, was someone without knowledge. And whaty in that room? Whatsecrets?

 Well, among other things, at the momentone of the few guests who was allowed in here, who had been asked toe, was Selys Shivertail. And Mavi El. They stood together, a drink in hand. And they saw

 Erin, Rose, Galina, Numbtongue, and Kevin all sauntered down the hallway, singing. Music sted from theptop on the chair. Erin and Kevin knew the song; Troy and Leon didnt. Joseph had refused to participate even after hearing it twice.

 They were lip-synching the song. WellNumbtongue was singing along with Erin. Selys had paused with a mouthful of blue fruit juice. Mavi wasughing.

 Mrsha was trying to copy them. The first song ended and the group broke offughing. Instantlya second song began to y. Mrshas ears perked up. She began waving her arms and dancing.

 We Didnt Start the Fire by Billy Joel was sting from Kevins bad speakers on hisptop. The female Drake watched as Numbtongue wlessly sang along to the song. Erin got two verses in and gave up.

 Thiswas Erins secret rooms. And in it, there was one rule which she had bent and jumped over that was finally broken. Palt trotted out into the hallway; he was prohibited from smoking here where there were no windows. But hed been working with Troy on a project. The young man had been very helpful. And they had finally, with colored y, made a proper model.

 Aha! See? This is a proper model. This is Earth, Mrsha. And this is the sunsee how its bigger? Thanks, Troy!

 Erin led Mrsha into the room where the miniature sr system was set up. Mrsha stared suspiciously at the huge yellow ball. Troy took a picture on his smartphone as he wiped his y-covered hands.

 No problem, Erin.

 The three rooms didnt have a purpose yet. They were to keep the various artifacts that helped exinthings. Like a model of the sr system. A world map. Not of this world, but home. Erin Solstice stood in her secret area, a clubhouse

 For Earth. And the first two inductees who hadnt figured it all out or known alreadylooked at Erin Solstice.

 Selys and Mavi. Palt didnt count. Mavi sorta didnt count, but this was it.

 Earth. And Kevin came back and yed the first song again. Another ssic, ying on the speakers.

 The Longest Time. And back the lip-synching group came, dancing down the hall. Mrsha was pping her paws excitedly, equally amused and entertained. She didnt know why, but she really liked the idea of lip-synching.

 Selys stared at the glowingptop. Then at the models ofshe looked at a world map that waspletely inurate to her understanding of how maps looked, as well as the basic shapes of continents.

 Huh?

 It was ssic of Erin that her idea of easing Selys and Mavi into the idea of Earth was singing pop songs and letting them figure it out while she threw a little party.

 WithEarth foods. Ekirra was licking from a little milkshake and dancing along; he didnt care as long as he got free food. But here was some popcorn, a pizzaand all the Earthers were here.

 This is a great idea. We kept on getting in trouble for ying music or games in the inneven in our rooms. All of Hexels Lizardfolk keep asking what were doing. But this is perfect!

 Leon eximed. He was taking a few pictures on his smartphone too. This was a group project, after all. Erin had asked Rose to help draw the world map, and even the coborative knowledge board was ironically neither Troy nor Leons idea. It had lists of nations on Earth, famous mathematical equations, scientific factoids

 The question was: how long until the penny dropped? And it was a penny, in this ce. Selys was practically cross-eyed as she stared around, trying to piece it together.

 Mavi El knew. She would have known the instant the second song yed, singing about a hundred events and people and ces that she had no reference on. She should have known the moment she saw one of the little devices the young people carried. Material, products, machinery that she, the leader of House El, had never seen before.

 Okay! Lets do a dance from home! Who can moonwalk? Kevin, didnt you say you could?

 Thats Joseph! Go on, show them, Joseph!

 Aw.

 The young man from Spain looked around. He really didnt want to. But he reluctantly did it past the world map. Hed marked his home country there, with a golden pin.

 Home. Mavi looked at it. There was even one of those helpful little scales that approximated distanceand then proceeded to convert miles to kilometers.

 Palt was watching her, Mavi knew. Selys was shaking her head.

 Iwait a second. Wait a second

 Mavi looked around as Erin tried to start a conga line and half of her guests refused. She was acting extra-silly, even by her standards. And she kept ncing at Selys and Mavi. The [Lady Firestarter] felt Erins thoughts, as if she were speaking them aloud.

 Do you see? Can you figure it out?

 Okay, who wants to y games?

 Kevin turned off the music as it became apparent no one wanted to copy Erins silly dances. The others began eating or talking about what else they could add to the room. After all; the marveling was done for the Earthers.

 Erin had closed off this section and begun the Earth zone project yesterday. After the battle with the King of Destruction had been broadcast.

 Resonance. Mavi El felt it in her bones too.

 Im running out of time.

 She should have left. But two things kept her here. Things worth dying for.

 A chance. Saliss of Lights had promised her a chance and she was needed for the Summer Solstice. There was too much yet to do.

 Secondthis.

 Sothis is Earth.

 She wandered over to the orb of y and bent down, then looked at the world map.

 Its blue and green?

 Thats what it looks like.

 Mavi gave Erin a long stare. The young woman nibbled on a carrot stick.

 You couldnt possibly know that, Erin.

 Can too. We have pictures.

 Of what?

 Earth.

 What?

 It was impossible for Mavi to wrap her mind around. Not only did the orb mystify her, but the fact that Earth could be rendered into a picture?

 If thatsndit is covered in grass? How do you know its green? Why arent your skins all green. Is the soil green?

 No! Its likefrom above, all the stuff looks green. I mean, the picture is more real. Hey Kevin! Kevin, stop ying Halo with Numbtongue! Show Mavi the picture of Earth!

 Erin broke up the video-gaming and demanded a picture of Earth. Mavi El saw a rotating orb. She made a sound, as aposite Earth, brought to life from software and images taken from afar appeared on screen.

 Oh.

 That was all she said. Selys stared at the image. She put a w to her head.

 Whatwhat am I looking at, Erin? Is this it? This?

 She stared at the knowledge-board.

 

 Earth.

 Below it were bits and pieces. The young people hadntid it out perfectly; theyd tried, but none of them were prepared to organize all the understanding and history of Earth. Especially not to outsiders.

 Science/Math

 E = mc2. E stands for energy. m is mass. c is the speed of light.

 Gravity is AROUND 10 meters per second.

 Youre an idiot. Its 9.8, and meters per second per second. Rose.

 The Human body has 206 bones.

 Titanium.

 Speed is rtive.

 Thats what the form says. Kevin.

 And so on. It was infighting, arguments about what people remembered correctly, crossings out, revisionsthere was another section simply titled Religion. Selys read from the list.

 It was dawning on her, slowly. An inescapable realization. Selys put her head in her ws. Mrsha was looking at sketches Imani and Galina had done of famous images from home.

 Mavi El looked at Palt. His eyes were glittering. It wasrger than she had imagined.

 She had seen it in Erins memories. Knowledge of who Erin was, her past. But the entirety of it

 At the end of her lifespan, the old woman looked up and felt like a child finally realizing there was something beyond the clouds. Beyond the sky.

 She didnt want to die.

 I thoughtIthis is a joke, right? I thought Erin was just from one of the paradises. Ashe was actually the daughter of someone rich. Thiswhy is it round?

 Ah, thats because of gravity. You see, gravity works like

 Troy began to helpfully exin. He had practice. Selys stared at him as he tried to show her how tiny she waspared to the model of Earth. Less than a speck of dust.

 She began to hyperventte. Erin edged over.

 Selys? You okay?

 She had expected her friend to react strongly. ButErin had assumed some of her friends knew. Now though, Selys began to giggle. Thenugh hysterically. She threw up her ws and screamed.

 Aaaaaaaah!

 Then she ran for the door. Erin followed her.

 Selys! Wait!

 Mavi felt like a bit of hystericalughter was called for herself. She looked down at Mrsha. The little Gnoll girl was so calm. Children could ept this more easilyor perhaps she didnt understand, fully.

 Palt had been told before. He was just watching Troy and Leon working with Galina and Joseph on a periodic table, arguing about what went where. They were more motivated by Erin than Magnolia to do this. This was a legacy of their knowledge. Home.

 Numbtongue? The Hobgoblin had already known. And besideshe was a Goblin. Able to adapt, fully willing to believe that there were things he hadnt been told.

 Lyte du Marquin walked over.

 Mavi? Are youalright? Do you want to sit down?

 I may need to. But I will kindly refuse.

 She was not going to faint or run screaming. Mavi locked her knees and took a few breaths. Then she looked at Lyte.

 What else is there to see? Somethingelse?

 The [Princess] eyes flickered. She pointed to the third room.

 Come with me. This room is forideas. The big ones. Its the one you should see.

 She led Mavi past the room with science, history, across from the other room with maps, globes, some of Kevins blueprints. One held concrete information, the other, physical representations.

 Thest was simply pictures. Well-drawn, by those with talent or crude, some of the pictures Erin used to teach Mrsha with. A few were copied from electronic devices, hand-traced. Thest fewrendered in astonishing detail. Mavi recognized a [Mage]s ability to illustrate a scene from memory. Palt had copied a few scenes the others had shown him.

 What she saw here was Earths achievements. Not the knowledge that made up their world, but the end result. The things that were somonce to Erin and the others.

 A ne flew in blue skies, surrounded by poofy clouds over thend. Erin had made a little model out of y.

 An elevator, like the ones of Pass, had been drawn up by Leon and Troy, who had asked the others for help figuring out how the entire system worked.

 A car, driving. Outrunning a horse and horse-drawn buggy with speeds it could reach listed.

 A depiction of how the inte workednext to a crude battery. Doesnt work like that had been scrawled on the side by Leon.

 Helicopters, surgical tools, microscopes,puters, Mavi walked across the wall. Then she stopped where Lyte was.

 She looked up at a diagrambeled Tank. Next to an illustration of a Gun. She tried to understand it. ThenErin had drawn this. It looked like a mushroom. Or a cloud. Mavi read the little illustration.

 Ah.

 She tried to imagine something like that. What grade of spell? TierTier 8? Tier 7a few Tier 7

 A crossbow that can shoot further, faster, without needing to reload. It can hurl bits of metal through armor, hundreds of shots per second. The big ones can apparently destroy castle walls in a single shot. That thing? It can fly and shoot those things. So fast it breaks the air or something.

 Lyte whispered as she looked up at a fighter jet. Mavi El nodded solemnly. Atstshe understood.

 So this was another world. She abruptly sat down.

 II could use that chair, Lyte.

 -

 Erin got Selys back after five minutes. Which was a good thing; she had created her secret rooms to educate her friends, contain knowledge. But it did have one weakness, and Mavi had realized it after she grew lightheadednot just because of the realization of Earth.

 There was no air if the [Garden of Sanctuary] wasnt open.

 Everyone gasped for air as Erin led Selys back in. The [Innkeeper] realized shed been keeping the door under her control.

 Ooh. Um. Maybe we need a window or two, Lyte?

 I think so. Or just some vents. Ill ask Belgrade to adjust the roomster. We could have a doorjust locked. Maybe a secret one?

 Thatd be great.

 Leon kicked Troy covertly. Mavis eyes flickered left, but she was distracted. Mrsha led Ekirra out of the secret rooms; he was still licking his milkshake cup, oblivious.

 But there it was. Selys was still breathing hard.

 Im sorry, Selys. I thought you knew almost all of it. I thinksome of the others do. The Halfseekers know everything but what Earth isand the Horns door Pisces and Ceria do. Especially Pisces. Cant trust that invisible dude. And then theres EldavinKrshiaKlbkch? I have no idea if Relc knows. Olesm knows something, but hes not allowed in here, Mavi.

 Understood.

 The [Lady] looked at Erin. Selys was gulping for air.

 Im going to throw up. ImIm

 She looked around, eyes wide. Imani saw and came over to Selys. She held the Drakes wed hand gently.

 I think shes having a panic attack. Palt?

 [Calm]. Good idea, Imani.

 The [Illusionist] trotted over. Erin smiled briefly.

 And Wistram knows. Montressa and Bezale. Andthere are more of us.

 More of you? Where?

 Baleros. Geneva.

 Oh.

 There was another map of this world with a few tentative pins. Like all lost peoples, the Earthers were trying to find each other. One pin in Wistrambeled ckmage and Others. Another in Terandria. The Singer. A pin for Geneva and Friends. One in Chandrarbeled Rmi Canada. There were a few more pins, from Roses memory of the text chat.

 Ryoka in Reizmelt. Erin stared at the map. She had one pin she could add. But the [Emperor] was a secret for now. Palt knew about Geneva and the others already.

 Selys was calming down. Mrsha climbed into herp and gave her a hug. Not everything from Earth was huge. Erin had had the right idea, only shed executed too much of it at once. Mrsha showed Selys a toy.

 Whats this?

 It was a hand copter. A little helicopters des attached to a wooden pole. The kind you spun with friction and watched sail away. Kevin had thought it up and somehow gotten Pelt to help make one during one of their coboration sessions.

 Ekirra was ying with one and Bird was chasing after it, screaming about flying in the Garden. Selys saw Mrsha spin it and stared as it took off. Kevin looked proud as the Gnoll leapt off to chase after her new favorite toy.

 Oh!

 She calmed down a bit more. Mavi was calmer, too. She took it all in. It would take her more processing. But right nowone question weighedrge on her mind.

 Why now? Why today?

 She looked at Erin. The [Innkeeper] sat next to Mavi.

 Well, Selys knew something. And so do a lot of people. I thought itd be good to tell them atst.

 Today?

 Mavi raised an eyebrow. Erin stared ahead as she swung her legs on a bench.

 Okay, maybe it had something to do with that [King] and the war we just saw. I getnervous. When I see big armies and people killing each other.

 Her hand clenched reflexively. Mavi looked at the [Innkeeper], who had fought in a battle. Seen morebat than many [Soldiers] her age.

 I can well understand that. But telling me? Telling your friends? What is the purpose, Erin?

 The young woman looked up.

 Its one of those things. Dangerous things. Ryoka might kill me for this. Butyou should know. I thought guns and stuff were really bad. But after I saw that I realized: this inn cant stop an army. I thought it could, this time. But a real army? The walls would fall down, even after all the hard work Lytes put into them.

 Mm. But thats true of any wall. First Landing was nearly broken by the Goblin King. There is no wall that cannot be broken. Even the Blighted King knows this.

 Mavi had seen her sieges. She understood the fear. Erin nodded.

 Thats why you probably stop the army before it gets there. Imade this room for people I can trust. Right now, thats Krshia, when she can get here, you, Selys. Pawn. Belgrade, Bird, Numbtongue

 She hesitated over a finger or two. Then closed her hand.

 There are others. Like Saliss. OrKlbkch. Id like to show them this room. Butyou saw the scary room.

 I did. Thank you for trusting me.

 Well, we did share magical fire and stuff. I think thats a good reason to trust each other.

 Erin smiled. Maviughed. Then she looked around.

 Ah.

 It did make sense. There sat Selys. Still shaking a bit withprehension. But as much an aunt to Mrsha as anyone. Her grandmother was Tekshia Shivertail. Selys herself was rich. A fine ally.

 Numbtongue? The Hobgoblin had depth. The curious Bird, Pawn, Palt

 Fine protectors and allies, all. Mavi nodded approvingly. If anyone, she stood out. Erin looked sideways at the fiery [Lady] and then came out with it.

 Sois there anyone else like you? That I could even think of showing this room to?

 Me? What do you mean by that?

 Mavi tilted her head, eyes thoughtful. Erin hesitated. She bit her tongue and spoke carefully.

 Asomeone who tries to help other people?

 You mean, like you. Not like me.

 The [Innkeeper] raised one eyebrow at Mavi. She got a serious look in return.

 Erin Solstice. This isnt who Mavi El was in many stages of her life. If we had met and I knew your secret forty years agoI would have used it to make my family stronger. Like Saliss of Lights or Klbkch the yer might do. Or anyone else.

 The [Lady] wanted to impress the danger onto Erin. She saw Erin meet her gaze and realizeshe didnt need to.

 I know that. But I know you now. I wouldnt have risked it otherwise.

 Well said.

 Mavi sighed. Then she thought of Erins question.

 People like me? Allies you could trust to be? There are a few. A while agoId have been surer and given you a decent list. With this Circle of Thorns businessand this world has shifted.

 Whats the Circle of Thorns?

 The [Lady Firestarter]s eyes went wide. She turned to Erin.

 Oh. You have no idea. Magnoliathey nearly killed her.

 Magnolia?

 It took the time for Selys to stand up, shakily wander into the scary room, and go back to sit down for Mavi to exin. Numbtongue was ying on theptop as Mrsha begged for a chance. She kept shaking his arm to throw off his aim and the Hobgoblin was, for once, vexed with her as he swatted at the Gnoll.

 No way. There are people like that out there?

 Erins expression was taut. Mavi nodded.

 Its an old group. But theyve grown like a weed. It makesme giving you names harder. And I dont know the children as well as I knew their parents. For instance, oh, thirty years back Id have said House Byres would always be your ally. But Yitton is not his father or mother. Hes a bit more hidebound. His offspring are very decent sorts. Yet House Byres isnt as powerful as it was. But a list

 She had to think. Mavi El closed her eyes.

 Ill have to write another letter. Keep it somewhere safe. And if ever you need itHouse El will honor it.

 Thank you.

 That was what Erin wanted. Mavi nodded.

 You cant trust all of my family. Fulviolo was a good manmy brother. I think Denthe new patriarchhas some of his spirit. But he is leader first, good man second. That is how it is with most of the Five Families. But good folkif you are in fear of your life, go to Tyrion Veltras.

 Him? But

 Mavi raised a hand, cutting Erin off.

 That fool would put himself between death to do the right thing as he sees it. What that right thing is, thoughif you fear for your life, Erin Solstice. And he will use your knowledge like a weapon. Its all he knows. Now, if its less than thatgo to Soloun Veltras. A rtive of the main family. Hes a reclusebut your little [Druid] is the sort he hangs out with. Another trustworthy name? Hm. Of the Five Familiestheres a good Wellfar in Hetessana. You may hear about her failed romances, but she is still kindly. Lonely, but

 Erin had a piece of paper. She wrote down the names and locations of the people Mavi told her about. And Selys slowly looked around at the other Earthers. Rose came to sit by her, and Imani stood with Palt, ready to swoop in, talking about home.

 Perhaps it was a little thing. But if you looked at Erin Solsticethe fact that she had decided to do this of her own volition was the extraordinary bit. She looked north, writing down names of powerful people. She had seen the King of Destruction. Her reaction was not to go to war, but to safeguard. Yet, she did react.

 -

 It was a smaller Drake city, bordering one of the Gnoll ins whose walls were tall. And the defenders were actually rtively experienced, like Liscors Watch.

 They had a [Fort General], who shouted down to the milling shapes below. They were out of bow and spell-range. He sneered down at them as his tailshed.

 You savages! Weve thrown back your tribes year after year! You still want to fight? We made peace with your tribe three years back! Do contracts mean nothing to you?

 He heard growling from beyond. And the Chieftain of the Woven degrass tribe, new, younger, howled her answer back.

 You do not tell us when to make peace, Drake! The tribes are gathering!

 And they would make a gift worthy of it. The Woven degrass tribe had watched the war in Chandrar. The [Fort General] was inhaling to reply. Then he saw a group of thirty charging the walls.

 You barbarians! Fill them with arrows!

 The [Archers] loosed one volley, then two. But the huge figuresnot one fell. The [Fort General] heard howling. His eyes focused on their armor and he swore.

 Keep them from the walls! Keep them

 He should have been watching the Gnoll [Warriors]. It was still a lucky shot. But the javelin flew hundreds of feet, struck the Drake, and carried him backwards. The Drakes along the wall felt the Skills boosting them vanish.

 

 -

 Little events like that. It was likebrushfire. Sparks, given life by arger battle. What it was, was people turning to one another and saying did you see that?

 An ant could live happily forever, unless it learned of the mountain. Of courseAzkerash had long known of the heights of the mountains. Even as an Archmage of Wistram, he had beheld greater foes. Heights even he and his friend has failed to reach.

 Of mortal men, he might be one of the most dangerous. Of mortal men. The Deaths of Rhir are greater threats. Yet that mortal manShivertail was one such.

 And how did you defeat foes like that? To the [Necromancer], it was only by patience. He paused a moment, waiting for a reply. But both of his Chosen had nothing to say. Bea and Ijvani were stis he had made them.

 His new Chosen might exceed them since he would give them the desire to learn and understand. He hoped they could learn from the curious Toren. Azkerash sighed.

 His other guest did not respond. The Necromancer watched her.

 Have you challenged such before, Witch Bvierr?

 Only then did she look up from her sewing. Azkerash saw her knitting death magic. It was another great work. Coboration between the two. She spoke, briefly.

 Yes.

 Then she went back to her work. Azkerash sat there, parts of him mentally counting the derations of war.

 The Woven degrass tribe has attackedsacked the city of Lequiss. War with Ailendamusunprovoked attacks on vessels friendly to Pheint, Cnfer

 Bvierr was a poor conversationalist. And despite hissituation, Azkerash had been a remarkable conversationalist. Immortality and istion had helped him forget. But the man had remembered himself so he was a bit disappointed. His apprentice, perhaps

 Have you any thoughts at all, Bvierr?

 She raised her hatted head and stared ahead nkly. Her fingers never stopped dancing, creating a web of magic and thread that even Azkerash could not entangle.

 I know which creation I would like.

 That surprised him. The Necromancer hesitated and cast his eyes over his Chosen. They shifted.

 Speak, then, Bvierr. As our agreement goes. We maynegotiate.

 She looked at him and he was reminded of pacts with [Witches]. Bvierr smiled.

 I will tell you what I want when the moment is right. You ask of ying great [Kings] and foes, [Necromancer]?

 I do.

 The two looked at each other. Bvierrs smile grew as the rings in her eyes seemed to expand, revealing another depth, anotheryer.

 Wait. Wait to strike.

 There was another meaning behind her words. He considered the meaning grimly. Then rose to attend to other business, elsewhere. His Chosen followed him and Bvierr was left alone to work.

 The problem with finding his heartwas that it beat so loudly he could not pass the years away.

 -

 A simr sentiment was espoused by Archmage Nailihuaile in a public debate with Archmage Feor. It had been called in a semi-public setting and the two Archmages spoke as Wistrams [Mages] listened in.

 It was the talk of the academy. Feor had not used Archmage Nailihuaile ofanything in particr. Certainly not hiring Rasea Zecrew to attack the King of Destruction.

 This debate was simply over Wistrams unity. And unity being the themehe had the opportunity to censor the Archmage. And she the opportunity to defend herself.

 The academy listened as Feor made his case. The half-Elf concluded with a ringing refutation ofdisunity.

 The academy is made up of countless individuals, Archmage Nailihuaile. But when the world hears the name Wistram, they know we act in unity. Without haste or infighting. Just as no linked spell can be performed alone, the Academy must be in unity.

 He stared down at the shorter Lamia as his supporters and the listeners murmured agreement. Some were palpably nervous.

 Archmage Naili was not. And when she drew herself up, she smiled with a predators grin.

 Archmage Feor. I appreciate your candor. But if I might rebut one point: if were talking about unity, I quite agree that a united front is necessary. HoweverI cant think of anything Ive done to ruin the unity of the academy.

 Scandalous! The murmur ran through the auditorium before Feor spoke. He looked at the Lamia.

 Truly, Archmage?

 Not at all.

 She met his eyes. Then the Lamia smiled brightly, and gave an almost childishugh.

 Oh, wait. Do you mean that little incident? I wouldnt call thatdissidence, Feor. I really wouldnt.

 What, then?

 The half-Elf was ready to pounce. But he should have been watching Naili closer. Because the Lamia was coiled up and anyone who knew serpents knew she was ready to strike. And now she did.

 Feor. Lets talk about something other than unity. Lets talk aboutenemies. Let me tell you about how I grew up. I grew up as a little Lizardgirl in a swamp-vige. Not rich, not with mentors or help. I had no idea how to cast magic. I had to buy my first spellbook with the money I earned.

 She gave a pointed look at Feor, who came from a half-Elf vige, and Viltach in the audience. The Human man, a son of a noble family, scowled at her.

 A susurration ran through the audience.

 Is this necessary, Archmage? We are all aware

 Feor sighed, but Naili cut him off.

 The point was, Feor, I used to earn money trapping young Hydras. That was how I became a Lamia. I hunted them with traps and fire, then magic. And I learned something, before I came to Wistram. Enemies. When you have an enemy, if its an animal, a monster, or someone elseyou dont wait for them to regenerate. You dont wait for them to grow, or attack first. You attack your enemy when theyre weak. When theyre sleeping, bleeding, off-bnce. And you go for the kill.

 Her serpentine eyes narrowed and she stood taller. The audience murmured and Feor realized some of Wistrams more militant [Mages] or the ones opposed to the King of Destruction were looking her way.

 That does not excuse your actions, Archmagus.

 But it is not disloyal to Wistram, Feor. Which is why were debating. Unlesstheres another reason youd like to call me to order?

 Naili fluttered her eyes at him and the half-Elf red at her. She knew exactly what she was doing. The Star Lamia went on.

 As far as Im concerned, Wistram is united in its opposition toenemies. And I capitalized on information to aid the academy at no cost to ourselves! We know exactly where the enemy is. We know what theyre doing. Wistram need not go to war. But when they show a weak spotstrike. Strike again! Or do we wait and let the hydra grow another head, likest time?

 Silencethen apuse. Feor grimly considered his next point. Wistram was famous for being opposed, not actively engaged in conflicts. He longed to ask her: if this is how she viewed fighting the King of Destruction, striking him with Wistrams coverage and influencedid she think fighting the Antinium, Rhir, would work in this way?

 But he couldnt bring that up in this public forum. And Nailis scales were glowing. She was riding a wave of support. After allshe had helped defeat the King of Destruction. It was a secret only to idiots. And now theyd seen him bleed, Wistram Academy was wondering how many more knives they could bring to bear.

 Feor should have been more concerned for his own reputation than Nailis. The King of Destruction had risen to power while he was Archmageand then Wistram had done nothing at all.

 The tide was turning.

 -

 War and strategy. That was most of what the battle produced. In a fewpreparation, safeguarding. Because what you saw depended on whom you were.

 For someit was not the humbling of the King of Destruction, the opportunity, or even the might of other nations that stood out. But the sacrifice.

 The honor. Integrity.

 A good death.

 Watch Captain Zevara stormed back into her office so fast the desk-sergeant didnt see her face. Which was well. The Watch Captain was not supposed to have red eyes. She was furiousbut not at herself. At a fool, rather.

 He sat in his cell. They had different viewpoints, that was all. And they had cut each other with arguments, both equally right and wrong. She cared more for his life than he did.

 Somehow, she still thinks Im innocent. But you understand, dont you?

 Calruz spoke to Haldagaz. The male rat nibbled on his fingernails. Rhata was more understanding. She perched on his knee, as she liked to do, standing up on two legs, even. Shed do that unless he was doing pushups or gone on one of his monster-ying tasks.

 He was grateful to Zevara. But she was wrong.

 The only thing wrong with meis me. And the longer I sit here, the longer we are all trapped. Look at you two. You deserve better.

 If the Children of the Grain Sack could have answered the one-armed Minotaur, perhaps, perhaps they might have said he was what had kept them from death. They might have said that to them, this cell with food and a kind hand was all they needed.

 But rats were not Minotaurs. And he had seen General Ozem and the House of Minos stand and fight. And die, for that word.

 Honor.

 Zevara didnt understand. She thoughthad said in furythat Minotaurs clung to the word like antiquated [Knights] of old. That it was something killing them, not worth dying for.

 Its not that, Rhata. Honor is an ideal. Something to pursue. It is not worth dying for. It is worth living by. Ozem, the King of Minotaurs, looked at the King of Destruction and saw the death he brings. For that, they fought against him. Even died. Perhapsperhaps Ozem was less than altruistic. He was one of our kind who lived for battle. But he found a way to channel his life to a deed that was done in service of the world. All of that is what we summarize by a single word. Honor. Valor.

 The rat nibbled at his fur, licking at the salt of his sweat. Calruz petted her head. She nuzzled his hand. The words came more easily now that he wasnt arguing.

 Like always, they came better after the hot words had been exchanged. He could finally exin when it was toote.

 I do not want to die. Nothat isnt true. I feelI feel as though I have not been punished. I havemitted great crimes. And imprisonment? It does not match my crime. Perhaps if I was a Drake or Gnoll, I could ept it. But I was raised by the House of Minos rules. I have asked to be punished as we sentence each other. I know it is an irony to ask that. But

 He looked around and shook his head.

 Perhaps this is the greater punishment.

 Rhata squeaked.

 Except for you and Haldagaz. Greater and lesser, Rhata.

 Calruz amended his statement. He sat there.

 But I wish to perform a deed like that. I could enter the heart of the dungeon. Fight to myst againstanything. I would walk the Bloodfields until my death and dy the growth of that blight another second. Another inch. But let me die like that. Dont let medrag her down with me.

 He sat there, head bowed. Rhata crawled up his arm and sat on his shoulder. She pooped on his fur. It could have been a sign of solidarity.

 After a while, Calruz received another visitor. She stood in front of his cell. He looked up at her.

 I regret showing it to you, Calruz of Hammerad. I did not mean to torture you with that knowledge.

 Beza looked past Calruz. He rose, and looked at her.

 It was neither torture nor injustice, Bezale of Maweil. It was an honor to see.

 Yes.

 The two stood there, Bezale awkwardly. She always remembered her first conversation with him. But now

 I spoke with the Watch Captain. She will not let me do as General Ozem did with the criminals of Minos.

 She said the same thing to me.

 Ah.

 Calruz hadnt been aware Bezale had petitioned Zevara. Perhaps that was why she had snapped at him so quickly when hed brought it up. They stood there.

 I

 Beza didnt know what to say. She had tested the Minotaur and he had no magic in him that would have made him insane. But somehowshe was beginning to doubt that his dishonor hade from himself alone. She was starting to believe the Drake.

 Nevertheless, the proof was in the past. And as Calruz had saidthere was no other evidence. Just a Drakesaffection. A regard for his innocence.

 Bezale. Would you do me a service?

 The [Spellscribe] started.

 Perhaps. What is it?

 Calruz looked at her. Then he stood straighter.

 You have done me a service by showing me the House of Minos stand against the King of Destruction. And Zevara hasallowed me to see the world passing as well. Perhaps there is a way to resolve this. I would ask that you send a [Message] for me.

 The Minotauress eyes sharpened.

 The House of Minos is far away, Calruz. To whom would you send it?

 Someone with the right to judge. Which neither you nor I have.

 The [Spellscribe] realized what he meant. She sighed. Then she nodded to him, almost a bow.

 Yes, Calruz of Hammerad. I will take your letter.

 So he spoke, and she wrote. And the letter was sent.

 Calruz fed Rhata a grape.

 -

 Venaz of Hammerad put down the letter he had received. The news was good and bad.

 There is a cure!

 The others were celebrating. And the Minotaur himself was smiling. Yetthe cure was not easy.

 It needs to be applied in doses. Yerras too small to take the antitoxin. And it needs to be made. Theyre asking the best [Alchemist] in Pass to make it up. Thats eitherXif the Multicolored or Saliss of Lights.

 Try for Saliss.

 Wil was sleep-deprived; he had been frantic thesest few days. But atst, he might be able to rest. The battle was far from over; they had private rooms in Oteslia that were warded and guarded, but the Diamond Swords of Serept were still a target. And the medicine was costly.

 Thisthis is excellent news. How long will the antidote take?

 Depends on the alchemist. I will ask my tribe to help petition Saliss of Lights. He would be better at antidotes as an adventurer and have more Skills that ensure it works and give it potency. But we did it, yes?

 Feshi was grinning. Even Yerras cries were silent; she was sleeping thanks to the draught the [Healers] had made for a Selphid.

 Venaz smiled. He saw Merrik and Peki high-fiving. They were all still energized by the battle. Venaz himself had had to run threeps around Oteslia before he stopped shouting and challenging everyone in sight to a sparring match he knew would end poorly.

 His blood still boiled. He would have liked to be there. Ozem might have been able to save some of the army if he had.

 If they had gone to Chandrar firstbut Yerra mattered more. And nowMerrik saw Venaz fold the letter up.

 Whats that? Bad news?

 Notreally. A member of the House of Minos has written to me, Merrik. The letter wasimpressive. I think I am needed, as a representative of Hammerad. An arbiter.

 The Minotaur struggled to put the missive into words. The others looked at him.

 Arbiter?

 One who metes out justice.

 Wil exined to Peki. Venaz nodded slowly.

 Calruz of Hammerad.

 It may be that I need to go to Pass.

 We could go there directly. Some of the ingredients from Oteslia are needed thoughand Yerras too sick to move. If one of the [Alchemists] makes the cure for the first few doses, we can go north for the full batch. What does this Minotaur want you to do, Venaz?

 The [Strategist] clenched his fist and turned away. It was a magnificent plea, from one son of Hammerad to another. The sender, Bezale, had added her own words. He had to go there, see the whole truth. But if the letter was urateVenaz took a long breath.

 He wants me to help him die.

 -

 Onest group was powerfully affected by the news from Chandrar. Or ratheronest one that took direct action.

 Everyone saw it. Everyone from the Death of Magic, who watched andughed, to the Seer of Steel, to Emir Yazdil, the Grand Magus, Magnolia Reinhart as she sat on the famed warship and evacuated her staff away from danger

 But thisst people saw and moved because of what they had seen.

 So those two armies could be considered among the best this world has to offer. What do you think, Wrymvr? Could you kill the Illusionist?

 The yer stood with the vast Antinium in the auspices of the Twisted Hive. Not with Anand; the [Strategist] and the Painted Antinium feared this ce. Klbkch saw their reasons. But here was a second Centenium and a Queen who had given everything for victory.

 Wrymvrs answer came not in words, but in the link they shared, the three of them.

 (Yes.)

 Klbkchhezeim raised his mandibles and opened them. Heughed, a fluttering sound.

 It was a joke. Alsocertainty there. He had missed that.

 We have been here too long. Look how these other nations grow stronger. An entire continentthree could reinforce Izril. We have been stalemated here. Had we taken Izril, I would be content.

 The yer rejoined the council of war with Wrymvr and the Twisted Queen. And he received nothing but affirmation from the two of them.

 What. You say is all. We. Have concluded. Klbkchhezeim.

 The words came painfully from the Twisted Queens mandibles. At the same time, her sending was far more eloquent, betraying the intact mind in the ruined body.

 (Yet weck a way to cross the sea. We arendlocked and of every nation in the world, the Walled Cities are among the most unassable.)

 We should havended on Terandria.

 That was the n. Of courseany continent would have worked if not for the damn water.

 (Minotaurs. Dangerous weapons for ships. Not onnd.)

 Wrymvr projected an image of their enchanted weapons destroying countless, fragile wooden vessels. Klbkch nodded. That was where theyd be strongest. An army of True Antiniumwouldnt fear the artillery barrage as much as other species. If linked, theyd just dodge each shell with a thousand eyes and minds working at once.

 [Army of the King] bothered Klbkch more. And the [Pirate]s ship.

 The Illuminary puts a hole in Xrns ns and ours. It is clear that ship could destroy any vessel we seize. So even if we sailed from First Landing after stealing a craftany high-level [Captain] could sink our vessel.

 (True. There is no way to win at sea against experts. Only Wrymvr has survived the depths.)

 Have there been attempts to create water-capable Antinium?

 Klbkch knew the answer even as the Twisted Queen lowered her one free mandible.

 Mine have all. Failed. However the. Other Queens may have attempted it. If. So. They failed likewise.

 The yer nodded. He stalked back and forth.

 Perhaps, then, we must either hire a [Pirate] of Raseas caliberor threaten themor obtain these scrolls. Greater Teleportation.

 Theyd never been able to find them, despite finally learning of a relic with that grade of magic. Wrymvr echoed Klbkchs frustration.

 (You will be alone. Magic cannot steal me.)

 Xrn and I could move faster. But we would need at leastfive. Or three, if we sent just me.

 (Xrn is stronger. We would send her if we had three.)

 Klbkch smacked Wrymvr in one of his glowing eyes. It hurt Klbkchs hand; the eyes were shielded.

 (You have picked up odd habits, Klbkchhezeim.)

 I learned it from Relc.

 What is. A Relc?

 -

 A simr conversation was happening elsewhere. In other Hives, that was. Xrn was excited. She had a longer view than Klbkch and Wrymvr.

 I will try a Tier 4 spell next.

 Prognugator Xrn. I do not feel safe!

 Just stand there! You are perfectly warded! You should survive even if your Skill fails!

 Xrn happily called out. Pawn shook as he raised his staff. His miracle created a barrier in the air.

 Skills. The Antinium will not lose so easily next time.

 They were stress-testing his Skills. The [Holy Barrier] made Xrn very happy. She lifted her staff.

 Ready? I will use a standard spell. One, two

 Prognugator Xrn, I am very

 [Siege Fireball]!

 She was an optimist. Pawns barrier actually held. But it winked out a moment after the st and the fire raining down still made Pawn run screaming in terror. In fairnessshe had been throwing spells straight at him for thest five minutes.

 -

 Other Queens were less sanguine about the whole extremely powerful Human [King] and Minotaur army thing. The Grand Queen had called one of her conferences to debate the issue. The Free Queen, Flying Queen and Silent Queen were all invited to discuss the issue.

 For once, the Armored Queen had declined. She sat,rgest of the Queens, painfully recumbent with Anand and a number of the Painted Antinium. Of course, she had seen the battle; so had Anand.

 He was still vibrating with the battle. He wanted those siege weapons. He wanted Skills like those! He wanted a boat with the same level of reinforcement as Miss Erins inn! It was almost like the image Belgrade had drawn up, of putting the inn on wheels and using it as a mobile fortress.

 But he was aware of the danger. These were the enemys weapons, and the Antinium Queens beheld the army the House of Minos could send against them and were rightly wary. Like the King of Destruction, much of their army was low-level fighters, overwhelming in number, but helpless against enemies like Mars or high-level veterans.

 In this case, the sight had sent all the Antinium into heavy-nning modalities. Except for the Armored Queen. She was with the Painted Antinium. Anand kept ncing up at her and since she was kindhe had ranked her #1 on the kindness factor among the other Queens, with the Twisted Queen receiving #6he dared to ask a question.

 Should you not be in conversation with the Grand Queen, Armored Queen?

 The discussion is pointless, Strategist Anand. I am familiar with such meetings. They are unproductive. The enemy has shown their strength. This is more valuable.

 The Armored Queen watched as her Workers scurried around one of the Painted Antinium. Goat, one of the Soldiers, was holding out his arms.

 He was being fitted with armor. Of course, he was the same size as all the others, but this was a custom-job. The best steel for the Painted Soldiers; more imperfect iron or even wood, stone, and other suits went to more expendable Armored Antinium.

 The Grand Queen still reserved her enchanted pieces for her Prognugators, but Anand was touched at the gesture.

 Is it suitable? Does it sh withthe nature of this Soldiers paint?

 The Armored Queen was pleased as Goat flexed his armored body and hopped up and down. The other Painted Antinium clustered around him, patting at the armor, visibly impressed. Anand studied Goats reaction.

 If Goat has permission to paint the armor, I believe he will be quite pleased. Is that not so, Goat?

 The Soldier looked up and he radiated approval with his four thumbs-up. He could do another goat! It was like a second shell! The Armored Queen nodded.

 This is well. I will issue you your own armor. Chainmail, I think. Enchanted. Assets of your nature must be protected, Anand.

 Thank you, my Queen!

 The [Strategist] was touched by the gesture. The Armored Queen nodded. She had a collection of enchanted gear, traded for with the other Hives. It was either bought from [Merchants] daring to trade with Antiniumand there were some!or taken from enemies killed inbat.

 Klbkchhezeim has furnished you with some gear. However, this should aid your survivability. It is regrettable there is only one Xrn. Her enchantments would double the Armored Antiniums strength. But the Grand Queen used her for her project.

 The Armored Queenmented as Anand tried on some chainmail. It only marginally increased his weight and he was quite pleased by it. He nodded a few times.

 I quite admired the Armored Antiniums production, my Queen. An army of Armored Antinium is a significant battle threat.

 It has been a longbor. Creation of steel isdifficult. Many failures were born. However, we have created steel. Would that my Prognugators had your innovation.

 The Armored Queen bent. She did not lower her voice. Anand saw the other Armored Prognugators staring at him. Notenviously. Just with a keen understanding that theycked what he had. He felt badly, for some reason.

 But then, Anand consoled himself that Klbkch was proud of him. He stood taller. It had been some good days. Despite all the hurtful things some Drakes had said about his memorial. The Queens had been upset too.

 Stillif the [Strategist]s triumphs had pleased her, the Armored Queen now sat bitterly. She rubbed her palps together, her voice low.

 Manufacturing. Armor has been made. But what use is a superior force that cannot strike against the enemy? The sea is an impossible barricade. It will allow for reinforcements to arrive continuously and the enemy remains unassable.

 It was a problem. Anand nodded a few times. Hed read the book on the Antinium Wars by Krsysl Wordsmith and othermentaries as well.

 The sea is a significant weakness, my Queen. Have you attempted to circumnavigate the issue?

 Yes. Many attempts were made by every Hive. We have all failed. A Shaper Queen might have been able to create an AntiniumI recall ones who were able to survive and operate in water, but we kept few of them. There was no need.

 Really, Armored Queen?

 The huge Queen nodded.

 It is ack of Skill in the current Queens, not an insurmountable barrier. But it is beyond our skill levels. It is possible, but it is like cing hopes in the Flying Queen creating actual flight-capable Antinium.

 Ah. So the only method is ships.

 Yes. And shipswe are not a water-based species. We seized the fleet from Rhir because we knew they had them. But how will we return to Rhir or fight at sea?

 The Armored Queen struck the ground in ponderous fury. Her Prognugators tried to soothe her helpless fury. Anand on the other hand just thought about it.

 Well, we could teleport over the sea. Miss Erins doorcks the range, but perhaps there are more powerful teleportation objects.

 The Armored Queen looked up. Anand spoke as if he were an eager student and she, the [Teacher] who had assigned him the question with extra credit, rather than an issue haunting their entire species.

 Teleportation will not carry armies.

 I see, I see. Well then, flight carries the same issue, but there are flying carpets. And Bird may one day gain a Skill that allows him to fly. But in regards to vast transport, it does seem like the ocean must be crossed. Perhaps freezing the water with ice magic like Miss Ceria? But boats are the most expedient answer.

 We have no boats.

 The Armored Queens voice was a touchpetnt. She did not like Anands optimism. She had borne this weight for decades! She almost wanted his soul to be crushed like hers.

 Anand looked around. And then he sped two hands together.

 Well then. Lets make some.

 What?

 The [Strategist] gave the Armored Queen a nk look.

 You have created steel, my Queen. Why not create a ship?

 She opened and closed her mandibles.

 The Hivnds are not near any open body of water. The Drakes destroyed all thekes and rivers to drown us. There is a coast to the west, but it was retaken by Drake cities after the peace.

 But there is water?

 Even Antinium needed it. The Armored Queen hesitated.

 Groundwater, yes.

 Excellent, excellent. And you can fill up a bag of holding with water. I once heard Pisces tell Miss Erin that he once stole water out of a well doing that. And we have wood. And metal. Surely your forges can make nails? Or Miss Erins screwies?

 This is all possible, Strategist Anand. But how would we make ships? We are onnd.

 The Armored Queen was bewildered. Anand just smiled up at her.

 Experiment, my Queen. Would you like me to exin my idea? I wouldnt even need much. Just a thousand Workers and perhaps a hundred Soldiers for a day and some of your Hives space as well as the use of two forges and your lumber reserves. Erthat is a lot, actually.

 He hesitated. But this was the difference between Klbkch and the Armored Queen. She regarded Anand, then leaned down and spoke with her huge mandibles.

 Granted.

 -

 Klbkch was going over one of the hypothetical ns the Twisted Queen and Wrymvr hade up with. It was beyond audacious.

 He liked it. But the fact remained that the issue was always the sea. He was going down the list of optionsall of which led to a conflict the Antinium did not necessarily want yet

 When he heard the news.

 (Your [Strategist] is causing amotion, Klbkchhezeim. The other Queens are in uproar.)

 The Twisted Queen had picked up on the other Queens talking. Klbkch groaned. He strode up from the Hive, already gnashing his mandibles.

 What is Anand doing?

 Klbkch didnt bother checking with the mirror. He just ran from the Twisted Hive to the other Hives. He could cover the vast distance quickly and besides, the Antinium had dug almost the entire area of the Hivnds. That they had not expanded further was due to subterranean threats and their treaties.

 [Recaptured Sublimity].

 Klbkch slowed down from the blur that had shot across the dry ground five minutester. Wrymvr caught up andnded with a screech in front of Klbkch.

 (Get on. You are slow.)

 Klbkch leapt onto his back and hung on as Wrymvr took off.

 (If I had my own body, youd never have caught me.)

 (I didnt die.)

 Klbkch tried to stab Wrymvr in one of his wings. The huge Antinium spun upside down and Klbkch had to hang on or drop.

 Theynded at one of the entrances to the Armored Hive thirty minutester. Klbkch jumped down and Wrymvrnded with another screech.

 Armored Antinium scurried around in a panic as two of the Centenium strode down the vast tunnels. Klbkch was ready to apologize, scold Anand, or

 His mind went nk as, finally, he and Wrymvr emerged in a low, deep underground level of the Armored Hive and he saw what Anand had wrought.

 It is madness! Madness! Tell him to stop! He will drown us all!

 It will not work. Surely. This is not a replication. Is it? There is a difference in salinity content among

 Strategist Anand. What are you doing?

 The Antinium looked up. He stood at the other end of theunderground basin. Klbkch would have run over to him. But a vast pool of deathy in the way.

 Water. The [Strategist] had tapped one of the groundwater aquifers. Nowhe had created a huge, hollow area with a very deep area. Amakeshift sea.

 The Antinium around him were clearly terrified. And the [Strategist] himself was trembling. But he had a rope tied around his waistmultiple ropes in fact, held by teams of Painted Antinium ready to drag him back if he fell in. Now, he spoke to the irate Queens.

 My Queens. This is an experiment. I have permission of the Armored Queen. Watch.

 He had worked on this while Klbkch and Wrymvr made their way here. Nowthe [Strategist] pushed something out onto the vast reservoir of dark water.

 It was too small for Klbkch to see at first. And trueit was no saltwater ocean, but some of the Antinium began fanning the water to simte waves.

 And nowcame the tiny object, bobbing, sshed a bit by the water. But failing to sink. Klbkch and Wrymvr saw it floating across Anands testing ground.

 This will be the first of many. We will attemptrger versions. But this falls in line with the Armored Antiniums methods, Armored Queen. It can be done. We just need to practice. See?

 Anand pointed. The Armored Queen had dragged herself down to see this. She ignored the pain in her torn abdomen and saw what Klbkch did.

 A little, bobbing ship, carved out of wood. It had some terrified ck dots on it.

 Actual ants. The ship touched Klbkchs side of the reservoir as the fanning stopped. He looked down at the ship. He picked it up. An ant ran up his arm and he flicked it off, absently. Water dripped from the boat.

 Klbkch stared at Anand. The [Strategist] waved at him. Did I do good? Klbkch looked up at Wrymvr. The Centenium regarded the boat.

 (Too small for me.)

 For now.

 Only an Antinium capable of individual thought could make new things like this. And no Queen would have the time or insanity to try it, not after they had seen their species die at sea. But Anand? He excitedly hopped up and down and nearly fell into the drink. Klbkch saw the Painted Antinium haul him back frantically.

 He might dare it. Klbkch looked at Anand. He looked at the boat in his hand. Slowly, conscious that Xrn was probably watching through the mirror, he held up a hand.

 He gave Anand a slow thumbs-up.

 Verywell done, Anand. Continue with this project. Please.

 Anand beamed like the sun. Klbkch took the boat to stare at it with Wrymvr. Thischanged things. Meanwhile, Anand happily had two of the Armored Antiniums Prognugators and crews of Workers help him with his first prototypes. The other Queens announced they were sending their Prognugators, at least one per Hive, for this project.

 Boats. Ships. It was, when you got down to it, a bit of sticky stuff, some cloth, wood, and metal to make a floating thing. Anand had books. He had a ce to experiment. He also had all of Liscor to draw upon; he could probably ask Belgrade to buy one of the spring fishing-boats and send it here. Anand was confident. Klbkch had told him it was a good idea.

 How hard could it be?

 Authors Note: Another chapter where we see what happened the day after! Likeafter all those big movie battles, someone has to pick up the severed limbs, right?

 Right. Anyways, Im still recovering from the big chapter, but I hope you enjoyed this one! My week-off ising up, but I think weve got a few more chapters until then. I dont know what else there is to say for me.

 There are intense chapters, and rxing chapters. I couldperhaps I SHOULD write a chapter just about Nsiias captivity. That short break you got was part of what her side story that I asionally offered would be. I can write it of my own volition! It just doesnt always make sense to do every perspective, as fun as they can be.

 Im spoiled for choice and some chapters are never written because they run out of time. And thats fine. I have to make the call of what to linger on and what moves forwards the story. Let me know what you like, and as always, thanks for reading!

 Todays art is thest Chandrar-themed piece, once again by Enuryn! Its the Carven City, Actelios! Id say this is the days of grandeur, not as dark as it can be. But Actelios Ssh as the Quarass knew it. Still uhnot the best vacation spot. Unless you like lots of meat. Give Enuryn lots of /Enuryn_Nat

 Actelios, the Carven City by Enuryn the [Naturalist]!

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