The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 38: H

The Last Tide An Innverse Graphic Novel from pirateaba

It had been nearly six days. Six days of brief action regarding the two Gnolls; sightings, false flags, and updates from the Doomslayers heading north.

Chieftain Xherw kept tabs on the issue. However, it was one issue of many and it said a lot about how he felt about Doombringers that it was even part of his concerns.

The Chieftains had begun to meet and deliberate. Even so, as he broke breakfast with no less than Chieftain Iraz of the Steelfur Tribe, greatly fascinated, and Shaman Ulcreziek, there was a murmur from the guards outside his tent. [All-Seeing Honor Guards] were not easy to trick or bypass, so Xherw wasnt worried.

I simply do not see why you failed to bring this to the Plains Eye tribe if you were aware of it the last six days, Chieftain Iraz.

Shaman Ulcres voice was annoyed, containing mixed emotions from concealed trepidation only Xherw could pick up on to open skepticism. Yet it was the implied rebuke to Steelfur that made Xherw lean over.

Ulcre. Chieftain Iraz is his own Gnoll.

It did not do to offend one of the greater tribes, for all Steelfur was a staunch ally of theirs. Iraz accepted Ulcres apology. His own gaze was steady as his metal fur shifted by the dawns growing light. He held a cup delicately in one paw.

I promised to keep the secret of the Ekhtouch, Silverfang, and Longstalkers Fang tribes great gift, Shaman Ulcreziek, Chieftain Xherw. Waiting until the Chieftains began to meet was a point of honor.

Hmm. And honor matters. You are not wrong, Chieftain Iraz. Ulcre, we must confirm this. Have any other tribes found Humans like this? If not

Xherw had to rise and let Ulcre talk with Iraz longer. The argument at the door to his yurt was not ending, so he went outside and saw the Gnoll standing in the dawns light. It shone off his red leather jacket, glinted off his sunglasses, and backlit his pose as he stood in front of the [Honor Guard].

They glared at Yelroan. The [Mathematician] glanced up as Xherw sighed and gently massaged his face. This was the last thing he needed.

What is it, Yelroan?

Ive found your Doombringers, Chieftain.

Xherws head snapped up. Yelroan elaborated.

Or where they will be. Both of them.

Theres obviously some kind of anti-detection Skills going on. Good ones too, since all the [Oracles], [Shamans], [Seers], and so on cant do a thing. Anti-prediction? I told you I could do it.

Xherw patiently sat in front of a map in Yelroans large work-tent as the Gnoll dragged it over. He wanted proof of Yelroans conclusion, although hed already signalled Merishs group to make a course-change.

How sure are you? How did you find their route, Yelroan?

Math, of course!

The Gnolls glasses glinted. Xherw rolled his eyes. Hed walked into that. The [Chieftain] was patient, but his impatience was a physical feeling in the air, and Yelroan felt it and hurried on.

At first, I tried to do what your spellcasters didnt, and see the logical pattern of movement based on a five-day data-set. Theyre moving fast, so I actually had more points of data than youd expect. I was also able to use extrapolation-Skills to fill in data points.

You mean, you were calculating where they were going and seeing a pattern.

Xherws head began to hurt already, and Yelroan had explained how his mathematical formulas worked many times. The Gnoll nodded, happily.

Exactly. In this case, I had five locations, see? And I have them pinned here

He indicated the map of Izril, along the High Passes, where a red line of yarn was moving in a roughly eastern direction, a bit south, a bit northno clear straight line or even helpful curve. Yelroan went on.

I assumed that two Doombringers would be avoiding Gnoll tribes in the area. So, I found every Gnoll tribe with accurate listings or known locations, and marked them. Then I

You found every Gnoll tribe in a hundred miles?

Xherw was startled, but Yelroan was indicating circles of yarn around pins. The [Mathematician] sniffed.

Of course, Chieftain! Keeping up on information is part of how my class works. But just knowing where a tribe is isnt helpful. So I extrapolated. These circles around each tribe are the radius in which they could conceivably move in one or two days time. Some tribes have larger radiuses, because their patrols or Chieftains have movement Skills

Ah. So the Doombringers would go to their next location where no Gnoll tribe was.

Exactly! I traced essentially threat zones, and compared them to their movement over the course of five days.

And?

Xherw sat forwards, eagerly. Yelroan smiled.

There was no real correlation. It looks good now, but they passed through other tribes threat zones and I cant pin their pattern to it.

Xherws stare made the [Mathematician] fumble over to a second map; he had multiple boards for projects like assessing trade value or other activities.

To be fair! Even your [Pathfinder Scouts], [Hunt Masters], and so on cant figure out where theyre going because theyre doing what I am! Plotting a route based on geography or proximity to the Gnoll tribes is obvious. So thats when I realized we were thinking about it the wrong way. There is a pattern to how the two Doombringers are moving. Just not in any of the normal ways we checkto keep themselves safe. Clever.

Yelroan, I have a hundred things to do this morning.

The Gnoll gave Xherw a hurt look.

You did ask, Chieftain.

I did. So summarize faster.

Yelroan pushed a piece of paper towards Xherw. The Chieftain peered at it. They were sums of gold and silver and copper.

Whats this?

The expenditures of the twoor rather, the adult male Gnoll

Doombringer.

Yelroan hesitated.

Yes, Doombringer, Chieftain. Their expenditures over the last five days. I had them pulled with a little work. Note what theyre paying for?

Hrm. Carriage ride. Inn rooms. Foodlodgingsupplies. A silverware set? Is there a point, Yelroan? How did you come up with all this?

The Chieftain couldnt make any sense out of it. Yelroan smiled triumphantly, however.

Most innseven Drake-run innswill give you the time of day if you send in a [Message] spell asking about particulars. I wouldnt have gotten all this information if we couldnt prevail on Gnolls to look it up. A bit of coin opens ledgersas does the news. Its that poor girl that was on the news! But enough about that. See the expenditures? Its not a small amount of money, Chieftain!

I can see that. But its not a large amount either.

Yelroan tapped the side of his nose.

Yes, but now look at the cities weve plotted. You cant tell by names alone, but theyve gone from town, village, city, city, village

There were classes of Drake settlement, although almost all had walls. Xherw peered at the little breakdowns of each city. He still didnt see it.

Not many Plains Gnolls would, Chieftain Xherw. But I realized there was a pattern. A pair of Gnolls with money to burn is not the most unusual thing to see. However, a carriage ride from city to city? Thatsnot actually as easy as you might think. A private room for dining, here? In fact, every inn? Thats sensible. They dont want to be seen by another Gnoll traveller. But all these little things, like leaving this city before dawn at 4 AM?

What of it? We dont even use enchanted timepieces, Yelroan.

But Drakes do. And do you know something, Chieftain? You cannot leave a Drake city before dawn in many circumstances. Not unless youre the Watch or have special dispensation. They lock the gates at night.

The Chieftain of the Plains Eye tribe perked up his ears. Now he was interested. Yelroan pushed his glasses up further.

There is a pattern. Firstly, the two Doombringers avoid any settlement embroiled in strife. They also avoid places with stringent checks for travellersor ones that just dont like Gnolls. They want easy-to-access inns and taverns, where they can lay low. And they do go from settlement to settlement. My guess is that an entire Drake city is safer than an inn on the road, where the Gnoll tribes can easily search.

Whats the pattern?

Xherw saw Yelroan tap his final data point. The [Mathematician]s eyes traced the geographical map and his gaze turned distant.

He saw it, clear as day, and had confirmed it with a Skill once hed checked his hypothesis. There was a pattern, just not geographical or corresponding to proximity to other Gnolls.

[Visualize Data Set]. Yet the Skill proved the math was right, not the other way around. His murmur was satisfied.

Passports.

What now?

Xherw saw Yelroan turn. He gestured to all the cities hed marked and three more with gold pins.

Each city they visit accepts and uses the Walled Cities passport system. Not all do, or recognize it as strongly. You probably dont care, Chieftain, but a passport lets travellers enjoy certain rights, even if they arent known to the city. Like, say, chartering private transport, no questions asked, leaving through the city gates at any hour. The older GnDoombringer? He has aGrade-4 passport. I have no idea how he got it, but it means its a safe bet hes using that to speed their way. And that narrows down his next destination to the following three cities.

He pointed to three cities that Xherw would have been unlikely to name based on any logical pattern. One was almost vertically down on the map, despite the promise of the two going east via his oracles. And yet, if they were trying to lose pursuers

Xherw stood up.

You are sure, Yelroan?

Im sure of the pattern, Chieftain. Im sure of the data, but there are a lot of variables in life we cant predict. However, Im fairly certain Im correct on at least the passports.

Then I will inform Chief Warrior Merish and any Gnoll tribes at once.

Xherw took the names of the three settlements down. He nodded to Yelroan.

Well done.

The [Mathematician] puffed up with pride. He smiled, smoothing his fur back, and decided to bring up getting apprentices or helpers or expanding his role in the tribe at a good point. He stared at the map. He hoped he was right, and Merish would get these Doombringers.

Yelroan stared at the map and remembered what you did to Doombringers. Hed been so focused on the problem, hed forgotten. The Gnolls smile vanished, and he fiddled with his glasses.

Ah. RightChieftain?

He looked over his shoulder, very hesitantly. But Xherw was already striding away.

Yelroan didnt follow him.

Every good nation needed someone like Yelroan. Someone who could make sure the numbers added up, perform logical, independent actions without needing their paws held at every moment.

Government officials, in short. Sometimes they were merely tools in the arsenals of nations, to fight internal corruption, help with the tasks of supply and management. Usually, the power of the bureaucrat was the spoken or written word, which was translated into sword or magic via authority and writ.

It was the rare, ascended form of their class that could deal with bad bookkeeping with a [Fireball] spell as well as a ledger. So, for instance, when you saw Creler infestation on the books, instead of allocating the troops or supplies to eradicate the issue and waiting two weeks

[Gravity Well: Reversed]! [Flaming Lightning]! [Glass Needle Spray]! Die, verminous filth! The Vizir suffers no pests upon the land! Die, die, die!

Some days Fetohep wondered how Vizir Hecrelunn had managed Khelt when hed been alive. It was easy to watch him yanking the Crelers out of the dust and blasting them apart, but how was he with a quill and ink? Did he scream his name while signing documents?

Delegation.

Fetohep concluded. The scrying orb turned off as the Vizir raised his head.

Begone, transient ruler of Khelt.

He actually cancelled the [Scrying] spell. Fetohep sat back as the Vizir continued to root out Crelers.

They werent even near the battle lines in Medain. The Claiven Earth, Terandrians, and Medain were in an all out running war, but the Vizir had abandoned the front when hed heard about the Creler nest to destroy it.

His logic was that a threat to Khelt should not be allowed to grow in strength. Hed also wanted to see Crelers, which had not existed when he ruled. The Vizir had been openly unimpressed, despite their magical resistance and endurance that let them even survive being set on fire and electrocuted at the same timefor a while. Fetohep suspected Hecrelunn could kill an Adult Creler. An Elder? Well

In any other situation, Fetohep would have been thinking about how to curtail Hecrelunns naked ambition to replace him and rule Khelt properly. He would have hesitated to unleash the great [Vizir], or have put him to some great task.

In this strange era he found himself in, he simply let the Vizir deal with the Crelers. If need be, he would rein Hecrelunn in. But Fetohep couldnt help but resist.

Great Khelta, Queen Heris, if you walk with mewas the Vizir changed markedly by his death and entombment as guardian Revenant? He seemsunhinged. Arrogance is to be expected, but in a [Vizir], meant to support the throne?

He waited. Then there was a soft laugh in his ear as Queen Heris spoke, her voice still almost breathy in death, fluent, someone who could chatterat least that was how she spoke to him. Not at all like he had imagined.

Hecrelunn was [Vizir] in a time when Khelt treated with other nations who feared our emerging power. He humbled other rulers who would not accede, and we sometimes called him Little Brother-King, Khelta and I. If he acts too strident, remind him of that. And that we are watching. He was ever faithful. He only threatened to steal the kingdoms throne that we might rule without the nuisance of governing ourselves.

Little Brother-KingFetohep had no tongue or lips left to move, but his jaw opened and closed soundlessly. In the end, he managed a slow nod.

Truly, the days of great glory of antiquity have once again come to the present, Queen Heris. Perhaps his great might can be put to more tasks after the war concludes. Not least this projectI rise now to pursue your will.

He slowly left his throne to stand at one of the balconies in his palace. Fetohep looked down into a huge clearing of space outside. An entire garden and even some residences had been removed, and mana stones and [Mages] by the hundred were being carried out for a great magical working. Fetohep stood over the huge proceeding. He studied the lines of arcane force. After a moment, Queen Heris voice whispered in his ear.

Fetohep. Fetohep. The [Archmages] say it is still off in eighty three ways.

Great Queen Heris. Can youahrepeat their instructions again? Verbatim?

Both dead rulers of Khelt sighed mightily.

In the land of the dead, there were no people or objects, save for what was stationary, not held. Only Fetohep was visible, and only to the rulers of Khelt and the Human girl they had permitted into their great confidence.

However, there was a gathering as mighty in death as there was in life. The hurrying servants of Khelt and [Mages] in the living world were echoed by their peers in the land of the dead.

Yet such an imbalance! Where a pacing [Court Mage] of Khelt stood in life, trying to lay down a magical outline in paint, sweating over a glyph she could not understand nor fully even visualize given the basic, verbal instructions from Fetohep himself, an [Archmage] of Wistram stood.

And a [Sage of Wonders].

And a [Shaman of the Eternal Grasslands], who had risen to the rank of [Archmage] herself in life.

They were watching the clumsy lines appearing and all three were tsking over them. The [Archmage of Sky], the Garuda, turned to the Gnoll and Stitch-Man.

Completely wrong. How do they not even know how to connect two magical thoughts?

I dont understand. Hrr. Its literally a straight line. Why is she drawing a loop here?

The Gnoll rubbed at her head. All three waved at the harried Queen Heris, pointing out another flaw in the magical diagram they were working on. The [Queen] tried to shoo away an annoyed ghost repeating the instructions again.

Two straight lines and an Invel Loop. Thats a magical loop under the first two, which completes the magical circuit!

The Queen glowered at the [Runemistress of Ger].

Fetohep of Khelt informs me there is no way to draw it in physical space, [Runemistress].

Yes. Physical space. You draw the third line via magic! Just tell any [Mage] Invel Loop and they can draw it.

The flat line that Queen Heris lips made said that she was quite aware that any [Mage] might well not know the magical term from whatever era the [Runemistress] was from, that visualizing magic for non-[Mages] and trying to translate magical instructions via only words was aggravating, that she was sick of these arrogant spellcasters bossing her around, and that Fetohep was not good at drawing.

Yet she turned and began whispering to the figure only she could see, and both kept at it because, wellit was a magical working of a scale that literal [Archmages] were collaborating on.

Grand magic. Even in life, so many ghosts pooling their expertise was unheard of. Even if they had to test and implement via the living, here stood a [Deathless Virtuoso Assassin], who had been guildmaster of the greatest Assassins Guild in life, debating which technique was best with a Named Adventurer [Dragonslayer Rogue].

Each one could, theoretically, then pass on said knowledge to the living world. Every [Assassin] in existence would trade someone elses testicles and left hand for that knowledge. Imagine what you could create?

Well, one did not have to imagine. Queen Khelta of Khelt stood, watching the magical construction at work. Her mind raced.

Potions from the [Sages] of Chandrar, who had mastered turning sand to gold as a warmup, who had created tonics to reverse aging, created forms of limited immortality, and changed any aspect of the body they wished.

Spells from the masters of magic that had once broken dimensions apart and slain magic itself.

Techniques from warriors who had battled Dragons.

All of which she could gift Khelt now. Create in it a kind of masteryor at least, the knowledge of said masteriesthat had never existed in any age.

She turned to her guest of the moment. A [Swordmistress of Ancients], who had mastered six styles of blade school, each with their unique Skills and Sword Arts.

As you see, Zeladona, now is not the time to withhold any act. Now is a time of legends once more. I ask youin the name of your story, which once shook every continentgrant my scion, my ruler, Fetohep of Khelt, the grace of one of your great schools of blades! He will recreate a school of [Blademasters] who will bear your name into future generations.

The [Blademistress of Ancients], Zeladona, who had been so old she had been literally turning to dust, was the young woman who had first mastered all these arts. She appeared as she wanted to be, and the radiance of her soul might have eclipsed even Kheltas. A bit.

She fingered the useless memory of a weapon at her side, one of the varied swords she had carried and used. She looked at Khelt, and then at Khelta.

Betimes, Khelta wore a headdress of bone and light, free clothing that revealed sections of her arms, a cut dress to allow free movement in the heat, but still a dark purple, like the [Necromancers] of her time.

Other times she was older, wearing garments of state, or armoralso of strange ivories not always pale whiteas she changed in age.

Most often though, she matched the age of those she talked with, so the young woman wearing the light clothing and bone earring would have been an odd, but similarly-aged pair with the [Blademistress] who sat lightly, legs waving in the air on the ledge of the palace, the Dragonbone sword slung across her lower back, ready to be drawn in a moment, her Wyvern-scale armor glinting in an imaginary light.

Zeladonas reply, when it came, was simple.

That is all very well and good, great Khelta. And I do not mistake the favor you and your peers have done for us all in warding Chandrar. However, it seems to me that for me to unveil one of the ancient styles that even Dragons used, and which ruled the entire world when I was youngsome due compensation might be in order, ah, eh?

She smiled, using the expression of her era. Ah, eh?

Kheltas eager smile waned. Zeladona glanced meaningfully down at the city.

Iveheard there might be a statue or two for some favors done. A statue is all very well and good. But for the greatest sword style of my timeperhaps a book? Come to that, Ive heard tales about certain ghosts who might be on a short list toinfluencethe real world. I would like a few promises, perhaps with witnesses? Then we can talk.

By now, the First Queen of Khelts smile had vanished completely and a sour look replaced it. It just went to show. The egalitarian unity of the dead, their great defiance of the evil of the six and the end of all things?

Gone, the second someone suggested they had something to gain. Khelta ground her teeth together.

We cancertainly arrange due tributes via our mortal representative, but some aspects are as yet impossible. If your face or history is not recorded, Zeladona

I am happy to provide my own biographical account. And help coordinate with any [Painter] or [Sculptor]. So handy we can see mortal objects, isnt it?

...Quite. By which, do you mean, repeat the entire story of your life?

Zeladona coyly brushed at her hair.

Perhaps only the most important bits. I know time is fleeting, but since your great scion is undead, he could spare a few days of dictation. Me through whichever ruler is talking to him. I am inheritor of the Souls Light style of blades. It would not be too great a sacrifice for knowledge of that art, hmm? With a few other concessions.

A few other concessions. Kheltas smile twitched.

And there it was.

If you looked over the palace of Khelt, into the grand gathering of ghosts, you could see countless peoples, not all standing on the steps or streets of the capital of Khelt itself. They could fly, so regular Humans walked or sat in the air next to Garuda, or shouted into the ears of half-Giants or Giants who kept their voices low.

Beyond that was the great procession in which the dead were organized and the latest news acquired. All of it had been so perfect, so grand. Unity against the six things.

Only, something had thrown a wrench into the plans of late. The [Sages] no longer patiently had Named Adventurers and monarchs asking the recent dead to spread the news. The [Sages] did not impart their vast wisdom freely. Everyone had heard what was happening in Kheltseen it with their very eyes. And thuslyeveryone now had a price.

The problem waswell, Khelta gloomily stared down at the top steps of the palace. There sat a young woman, talking with [Witches], her latest guest, amid her friends, like the Silver-rank adventurer, the [Pickpocket]. The ghosts still kept back the rabble from her, and they lined up to speak with her.

Erin Solstice had a way about her that was simply charming. The ghosts wanted her to bear their stories, their grief, their knowledge back if she returned. It was safe to say the dead of Chandrar had bet on Erin Solstice, and put all their money on her.

Why dont I just whisper how to create the Boots of Seven Leagues into your ear, my dear? Not to worry! Youre so charming and I do hope youll teach those Drakes a lesson. Did I tell you how they conquered my nation when I was alive?

Lets just practice the Steps of Seven Lands. Youll probably not get it, but just in case, hmm? And then you can tell everyone you learned it from the [Aethergate Traveller] himself. Go on, dont be shy

They gave away great knowledge to her, most of them. Because of course, she carried hopes and dreams and had a terrible burden to bring news of the six to the lands of the living. Because there was hope in her.

But Khelt? Khelt had direct access to the lands of the living. A king who could obey any commands in realtime! Give them that, and the ghosts, rather than help Khelt become the greatest power ever, decided to remember their mortal allegiances and desires.

Khelt? I was just never too keen on necrocracies, Im afraid, Khelta. Happy to chat with that young woman, but I just dont think its the right time for another undead superpower.

Of course I could teach you how to cultivate IronbarkI might even know where some saplings are. Whats in it for me? A statue? Hah!

The dead gotgreedy. The bastards.

It may be I erred in granting Nerrhavia and a few ghosts statues.

Khelta muttered, admitting her own culpability in the situation. Word had spread likewell, word in the lands of the dead. Nerrhavia hadnt helped, showing it off, even though it was in the most remote courtyard, strutting about. My legacy remains.

Now they all wanted their life stories re-recorded, set down just so, statues, that Fetohep had to somehow translate from a verbal description into stone. And the ghosts were picky.

Some were altruistic. ButKhelta wrenched her attention back to Zeladona.

What did you mean, Great Zeladona, about influencing the real world?

The [Blademistress] smiled widely, exposing a gap in her teeth shed had since being a child. Apparently, rather than having lost it to natural causes or in battle, shed simply once punched herself with the hilt of a training sword hard enough to knock it out.

Oh, you know what the dead say, Khelta. If there were a plan to, say, animate statues to let us inhabit them, or paintings, orcreate a gate to bring us back. Put us in bodies? I could see giving you all six styles. For some carefully worded promises. In front of the right people.

And there it was. Her eyes betrayed a terrible desire. The same desire Khelta felt, even now.

I want to live. They had all heard Erins cry. They all knew it, damn it. Who didnt want to try again? No matter how, no matter in what way

If I could but move a blade of grass, I would have some meaning in this place where there is nothing but memory and death.

Khelta bared her teeth.

There is no way save that which Khelt has, Great Zeladona. I am afraid I cannot offer what does not exist.

Ah, eh, wellperhaps some lesser things. But I cannot just give away my lifes work for nothing, you understand?

The [Blademistress] spread her arms, sounding reasonable. Khelta resisted the urge to throw her off the palaces roof and nodded, smiling again.

Both of them knewKhelta was telling the truth. But they also knew that now every ghost in Chandrar was thinking of the same thing.

If rulers could talk to an undead in the living world, it followed there were other ways for the dead and living to meet. If Terandrian rulers could hold an artifact still in the mortal worldif [Witches] and [Warlocks] and [Summoners] had once indeed summoned ghosts to the mortal realm, as used to happen in days of old

Perhaps. Kheltas gaze turned towards the grand working, and felt Zeladonas eyes on her face.

The future is uncertain, Great Zeladona. I suppose the question iswho is a friend of Khelt? Ah, eh?

The [Blademistress] considered the question, eyes narrowed.

Negotiations were slow, but then, Fetohep was occupied and there was the decision of which great thing to bring back into the modern world at any given time.

The working outside the palace was the #1 priority; the rulers of Khelt had agreed on that. The rest was more negotiable.

A sword art, like a spell, is still different to a secret like brewing a Potion of Adamantium Skin.

King Serept was debating with Queen Xierca and two others. The half-Giant was sounding out his thoughts.

Even had we full cooperation, learning a sword style is not the same as levels. I would almost rather create grand rituals than learn mere knowledge of a given style or art.

Yet, King Serept, so many now look at Khelt and wonder if they aid us to their detriment later.

Xierca pointed out. King His-xe laughed, but sadly.

Do they think we will all come back? And if so, that Khelt would try to subjugate all? I find it sad, my fellow rulers, how soon our vaunted unity falls apart.

The others nodded slowly. It was Khelta who spoke as she marched up to them.

Yet we cling to hope. We know ghosts can be summoned, or spirits from ages past. I myself could call ghosts, not actual spirits with personalities, but something like them, as a [Necromancer]. They are right to hope. And right to be suspicious. We must simply prove we are worthy of their trust.

As always, Khelta, wisdom.

Xierca bowed, as the later rulers who had come to venerate her always did. Serept just nodded.

Perhaps demonstration will do. Queen Khelta, I have been speaking with Fetohep regarding my people, who continue to wane. They are technically sworn to another [King], and at war, but

He led Khelta towards another gathering and continued speaking.

Demonstrations such as this would engender the sympathies of all half-Giants such as myself. Giants too. My ancestors are not without vast wisdom of their own.

Khelta saw they were following Fetohep as he stepped towards another wing of the palace, looking slightly exhausted from four hours of directing [Mages] about. She nodded.

The Giants who sat around in the lands of the dead were easy to ignore, but they were even more tight-lipped than the other ghosts with secrets.

A favor for a favor.

Just so. And there happens to be one group that would make their secrets known for a single deed.

Khelta brightened up. That sounded great! Who was

Hey! Hey, its Serept and Khelta! Are you guys here to bug Fetohep too?

A familiar, cheery voice made Khelta and Serept stop. They exchanged glances. Khelta rolled her eyes; Serept gave her an apologetic look. They looked up and saw someone had slipped her handlers.

Erin Solstice waved in the company of some ghosts. Fetohep, walking around, slowed, and turned his head, perhaps hearing her. She stood with one of her friends, and Kheltas eager curiosity turned into a kind of wariness. She bowed slightly, for even a ruler such as she acknowledged legends.

And it was a group of legends who stood before her. No, not just from one time, but all those who had her spirit. Who had the will as one of Erins great friends.

Elucina, the [Rebel of String], stood with adventurers, [Mages], warriors, and scholars. Rulers of old. And there had been many. But even if Khelta knew only a fraction of their names and deeds, she knew them at a moments glance.

Those who hate slavery.

Great Khelta, King Serept. You have it right. We have heard many refuse to tell you their secrets of life. We come to make you an offer.

Elucina nodded as Erin gave her a thumbs-up of support. They were all following Fetohep; he had a swarm of ghosts at any second these days. Khelta kept glancing at Serept. The half-Giant stepped back, nodding, and let them talk.

You have a proposal, Rebel of String?

A simple one, great Khelta.

A masked figure bowed slightly, but the masks shape and their figure said clearly it was a Garuda who lay garbed in cloth such that not a single feather was visible, and only a mask stood out from the bundled cloth. They would never fly, not like that. Khelta wondered if something in their life had rendered themunable to fly.

She shivered. Even in death, there were dark stories.

We are those who strive against chains, in every era. In every form. It would take a mighty oath, Khelta, but you are honorable, as are your rulers and descendants. Did Erin Solstice voice for you that you spoke truth and received truthwe would give you our knowledge and secrets, yes, even our techniques, for a promise of three.

Name it.

Kheltas mind was racing. Factions had re-emerged among the dead, and one stood before her. Elucinas eyes burned.

That Khelt outlaws all slavery. Now until the end of time. Beyond the end of time. Until every citizen and child ever born or who will be born who is Khelt has passedthey shall all bear that promise. Never again, never in any form. Secondthat Khelt tells our story. The story of [Slaves], and the cruelties that lie behind the masked deed, the false pretenses of those who chain others. Golem-makers, [Slavers]in every form.

Khelta could just imagine the controversy that would arise if Fetohep were to proclaim that, yet the two were not the most arduous requests. She could well weigh it against the other ghosts wraths for immediate gainbut she had a feeling about the final request.

And the last?

Elucina glanced at Erin. Then she nodded at Khelta. She seemed not to doubt Erin; perhaps the [Innkeeper] had given her a promise. Well and so. She did not rule a nation.

That Khelt takes up arms against Roshal, and shall not rest until that nation lies in ash.

Ah.

Khelta sighed softly. Almost sadly. For Roshal had existed even when she was alive, and she knew how much that promise was.

We do not ask it immediately, Khelta.

Elucina saw her hesitation, and Khelta raised a hand.

But you do ask it in time. And with time constraints, no doubt. An oath. Iunderstand. We shall discuss this imminently. However

Her eyes slid sideways. Erin had been bobbing on her feet; she thought it was a good deal! But then she saw Serept and Califor coming back their way.

Erin tried to hide behind a giant Dullahan. It was no good.

Erin Solstice, your lessons in witchcraft await. Come with us.

Aw! But I was going to help convince Khelta to beat up the [Slavers]! Come on, Califor, join in with me. Its a good deal, right?

Your lack of understanding of politics astonishes me. Enough.

Califor grabbed Erins ear and began to tow the young woman through the corridors, back the way theyd come. It didnt hurt, and they passed through a wall with Erin arguing. Serept sighed, and so did Khelta.

Inrelief. Elucina and the other ghosts noticed, of course, but they did not comment. Khelta turned to them.

Let us talk. I make no promises, but your desires are not unknown to me, Rebel of String. Is there room for compromise? Is there?

Work. Fetoheps head hurt with trying to understand magical sigils as a [Warrior]. He had actually been studying up on spellcasting; he could do some as a Revenant, in theory, but the truth was that the project outside would work based on his limited communication or it would not.

This next location was just as important, however. If not for the same scopeno, for the same reasons. It concerned a citizen of Khelt, after all, and in her own way, she was as valuable as any other task before him.

Khelts rulers did not forswear their vows, and this was a vow made nineteen times over. Thus, the nineteenth ruler of Khelt had invested an equal share of time into this as arming his new great scions.

His subjects were coming to the capital, to be tested for aptitude. Alked Fellbow and the Falcon of Medain had both pledged themselves to his service.

Everything was going splendidly! Or was it? Fetohep was a flurry of mixed emotions. For the greater the deed, the more fell the hour. Andin this case

Fetohep, you may walk faster now.

The King of Khelt had slowed to investigate one of Khelts many rooms. In this case, a fantastic bathing area. It hadnt been the most subtle of choices since Fetohep was not going to hop in any tub, even the one filled with hot, shifting sands.

However, hed done so as soon as hed heard Erin Solstices voice. Serept had also whispered in his ear.

Fetohep nodded and picked up the pace. He murmured, quietly.

I take it I need not conceal my actions, Great Khelta?

No. I would speak with you, Fetohep. The ghosts desire more for their aid. Tell meyour feelings on Roshal?

It was a question out of the blue, but Fetohep was quite used to it by now. He responded instantly.

Unfavorable. I do not like the nation of [Slavers]. If you would have me act with them

No. But how do you rate them as a military strength? IfahI were to ask you to go to war with them and bring them to dust and ruin?

Fetohep nearly walked into a pillar. He adjusted his pace; he was going into a more distant wing of the palace, far from the entrance. He normally wouldnt conduct much work there, but circumstances in the lands of the dead had pressed him to relocate the project there.

Was the Roshal of your time, ah, less powerful than Khelt was, Great Khelta?

A laugh in his head, a bit tired but wonderfullywonderful.

No, Fetohep. I only ask.

He thought of it, and replied simply.

Give me leave to unleash all of Khelts wonders and warriors. A way to ambush Lailight Scintillation, perhaps. Ample timing?

Yes?

It would still be no sure thing. Roshal would mobilize countless nations to its defense. It lacks some of the old legends of its past, but there are names in this generation. Among them, the Naga, an Emir Yazdil of surpassing wealth. There are simply too many nations who draw succor from Roshal. And their hoardingsmay surpass Khelts.

I see. Thank you, Fetohep.

That was all. Fetohep nodded. Kheltas voice drifted away, and then she spoke closely in his ear.

I see we close in on the second great project. Speak freely, and we shall not let that mistake happen twice. And as we speak of ithave you more thoughts to the nature of our enemy?

Fetoheps golden flames flickered in his skull.

I have, Great Khelta.

Then speak.

The Ruler of Khelt did not mince words.

You stand against a great foe that has come against you in death itself. Which commands power over your kin. Which cannot be slain, only held back, even by Dragons fire itself. Six. You tell me six. No names, for that may empower. Even the knowledge of it will be a weapon against us. They devour souls.

Yes, yes! And you know them as

Fetohep clenched a fist. He was sure he was right this time.

Spectres. Amalgamations of soul and wrath, which grow in power the more they absorb. They will eventually reach the material world if they accrue enough force, by devouring all.

He waited. In dead silence, Fetohep walked until Kheltas strangled voice replied.

Almost. Almost.

Fetoheps eye-flames dimmed. What was he missing?

The problem was that Khelta could not explain, and he could not understand. It would be so easy if she whispered a word.

Erin had whispered a word into his ears that made it all soso simple. Fetohep?

He had fallen down. Collapsed, and the rulers of Khelt had been so afraid that he would not risethough he did after a secondthey forbade Erin to ever say it in fullness again. So they danced and he kept positing theories. Close enough. It was fine if he was close enough, but the entirety of it mattered too.

Fetohep sighed and walked onwards, trying to figure out what he was missing that frightened Khelta so. He could not, so he hastened his pace; he had already covered a mile of ground and had further to go.

And at last they came to their destination. This part of the palace had been made in a time when the preservation spells and great magics were not a guarantee; accordingly, the rulers had elected to have a safeguard to preserve the undead and other things if need be.

The walls and floors were cold, frosted. Everice made up actual rooms, and this was an excellent freezer. Not that it was often used as such; the [Preservation] spells would work just fine.

Yet it was suitable for this moment. This project. Fetohep stopped in front of a door and gestured.

It swung open, and four dozen people inside turned and bowed deeply.

Enough. Appraise me of your progress.

Your Majesty. We regret to say that while we have now found the exact poison and applied it in the right methods, the exact method of unfreezing eludes us. Applying the cure, and the cure itself

Beyond Fetohep stood his best [Healers], [Mages], [Scholars], [Alchemists], and more. Not just Khelts own; he had sent for others, like he had Alked. They were all working on the problem.

Oteslia was more advanced than we were in regards to the cure. We have been formulating ideas, but the instructions given are sound. A general cure for the poison must be applied before unthawing, or the healing will not take effect the instant the flesh warms. Yetthawing the flesh is a challenge unto itself. The flesh may be damaged by freezing and unfreezing. Twice?

A [Healer] was gnawing at his beak, shaking his head. Yet he thought there was a chance, and the others had approved the general instructions that had come from the Last Light of Baleros. Fetohep listened, murmuring, repeating their findings to Khelta, who had her own [Sages] and [Healers] to consult.

Although some of them were less helpful.

Just toss a Potion of Deaths Door Revival on her and move on!

Have you not considered using Unicorn horns? No? Well, go get some!

The materials and Skills lackingFetohep shook himself. There was progress and no progress, but he had devoted Khelts considerable money to the project.

Oteslias [Scholars] were now in contact with Khelts, and he had reached out to Talenqual, but the [Doctor] was unavailable. They had all that was needed behind this project. Funding? Check. Talent? Arguably too much of it, some of which got in the way with ideas that only worked with equipment they had in life, or wanting Fetohep to reinvent a certain reagent that wouldnt be guaranteed to helpor had been replaced by cheaper or more effective ingredients like Sages Grass.

Very well, enough.

The babbling fell silent. Fetohep looked around.

What of the final issue? [Mages]?

One of his people looked unhappy to give Fetohep the bad news. His highest-levelled [Mage] on this project was a [Royal Scholar of Magic], a generalist, but a good one capable of casting many spells out of many disciplines.

The problem wasshe cleared her throat.

The nearest [Ice Mage] of a caliber above Level 30 willing to join the project is still two weeks out via ship, and that is assuming they agree, your Majesty.

Fetoheps eye-flames winked out. Yes. The one thing Khelt could not source properly waswell, [Ice Mages].

Chandrar. Ice mages. These things did not go together. Oh, there were technical tundras, but Chandrar just didnt have the specialists required. They had plenty of [Mages] who could cast ice spells, but Fetohep wanted the best of the best. He waved a hand.

Send for them. But we must proceed at all speed. Thereforeis all in readiness? How many?

Six, your Majesty. With an option on eight more.

Six. That isenough.

Fetohep saw trepidation in the researchers eyes. Even an unspoken objection. He ignored it, though he himself had reservations. Yet

Take me to them.

There was one reason, and one reason alone, that Khelta had stopped Erin Solstice from following Fetohep.

There had been no secrets in the land of the dead that needed it. Until now. It was not some grand scheme against the ghosts, for dominion, against Erin Solstice, even. It did concern her, and she would not accept it. Which was whyshe did not know.

Fetohep of Khelt halted in front of an old man he did not know. Human. They were all Human. Six figures. Some who wept. Some who stared defiance, silenced under spell. Oneand this was the old mansurrounded by his family.

I am Fetohep of Khelt.

Yes, your Majesty.

The old man had a cough. He was weak. He had never met Fetohep, and his gaze betrayed the fear of someone seeing the undead for the first time. Nevertheless, he had come here.

Fetohep let his gaze roam past the others. One was being prepared with a spread of the same poison. She was weeping; another was staring at daggers prepared to thrust. This man was too weak to survive either; he would simply

Your Majesty. Must wemust we watch?

A woman was clinging to her children, who both looked at Fetohep like he was a monster. He turned to her.

You do not, mistress. But here is the noblest sacrifice your father shall ever make, in his last hours. It is your choice to watch it or not.

The old man closed his eyes at Fetoheps words. His daughter, her husband, their small family, all looked at each other.

Your Majesty, Fetohep of Khelt. I hate to ask a ruler this. I have no right. But, please. May I ask you to swear it again?

The old man whispered. Fetohep looked away from the other five. Only two were like him; the other three were criminals. And oh, the crimes one had to commit in Khelttwo had come from abroad.

Slavery? Worse? He did not know, but to the old man, it seemed an even greater crime. Fetohep slowly nodded. His golden flames flashed bright in his skull.

Before those you see here, Pelai Chesaw. Before the rulers of Khelt in death. Upon my nations honor and my hope for its continued existence. I swear. Your family will be citizens of Khelt henceforth, unless they should break a law of this land, in which case I shall exile them with ample compensation for the rest of their lives. Yet I make no promise without the spirit of it; they shall be cared for until the end of their days.

Then. I will hold you to that.

Pelai reached out, and Fetohep realized he wanted to clasp hands. Slowly, Fetohep did. Pelais eyes flickered at the strength, the familiarity of the grip.

You shall watch from the lands of the dead. Believe me, Pelai.

Thank you.

Do not thank me. Fetohep looked at the volunteers, as the [Mages] moved forwards with the prepared freezing spells. Copies, or close enough to what had frozen Erin Solstice.

If he lives, your Majesty? If he lives, will you tell us? I cannot watch.

His daughter sobbed. Fetohep nodded at her.

If he lives, you shall come within the hour, no matter where from.

Pelai smiled, but he and Fetohep knew the truth. The six were unlikely to survive. Yetthat was what Khelt could do, that Oteslia, the [Doctor], could not. Practice. Enforce theory with experimentation.

Conduct the spellcasting. I shall attend. Thenafter the first three, the three criminals. I shall hear their last words and wishes.

Your Majesty, they are likely to spit only filth.

Then that is their right. I shall hear it before their end.

Fetohep met the gazes of the three. Then he turned as the man said his last words. He watched, an undeads grin on his face.

Yet Fetohep of Khelt did not smile for long thereafter.

In the lands of the dead, Khelta could not see the ghost until he rose to walk with her, like Erin. That was how she knew it had worked; one of the six had died in truth. She told Fetohep that, then left the ruler.

It had to be done.

No. It did not have to be done. There was every chance that a cure could be found without this. Yet how would they test it?

Erin Solstice would refuse. That was in keeping with Kheltas understanding of her character. So, the Queen did not tell her. The young woman had to live.

Not just because Khelta had sworn it, and named Erin an honorary citizen of Khelt. Because she bore so many secrets and burdens of her own. Because Khelta cared for the young womans fate.

Beyond that? Most of all? If this were the hour of the destruction of Khelt, the ghosts would still have pressed for Erin to live. Because she did matter.

The sword of Kings had come from her, and the umbrella that still shone. Their foes had never been truly harmed, for all they had felt pain. But for then.

Khelta needed Erin Solstice to live. So she left Fetohep to the harsh weight she had placed on him. Hurry, she wanted to tell him, but he knew that.

Hurry. It was too peaceful. Khelta had not heard of the six appearing near Chandrar for too long. It could not last. Nothing was forever, not even Khelt. Hurry.

Someday, something would change. In the next hour, in the next year, the next minutetheir enemies were never kind enough to let them wait. When it did change, they had to be ready.

Go, Pisces Jealnet. Never let yourself be chained again!

Then she leapt into the air. A being made of light, who shone with every color she had ever seen. Flying upwards, shouting with a voice that shook the open air.

Czautha, the Death of Chains. In her wake, Azam, the Aethertraveller Djinni followed, flying. His eyes wide, his expression filled with emotions that the young Lizardwoman had never seen in his weary resignation.

Hope.

They joined the laughing half-Elf, the Deathless legend, nightmare of old Wistram. Silvenia, the Death of Magic.

Literal stories. A fitting end for the madness, perhaps. Never forget. The Death of Chains looked back once, at Pisces.

There are things to chase away even evil. Some people still fight in the darkest corners of the world.

Then she was gone, a streaking rainbow across the skies, leaving the freed [Slaves] and naught but the dead [Slavers] behind. A heroine of a tale no one had ever told them in truth.

And thenand then

And then what? Eloque stopped staring at the sky when the last rays of the Djinnis passage vanished. It had been an hour, at least, watching her travel at fantastical speeds through the heavens, alighting there, stopping elsewheresometimes to glorious flashes of light. Always heading west, towards the haven of [Slavers] itself.

But Eloques eyes and the curve of the horizon did not allow her to see the end of it. Soshe stopped staring at the sky and looked around.

What happened now? She blankly stood there, realizing she had not moved since the great Djinni had torn her collar apart with ease, since the monster who had owned her, Igheriz, had been destroyed without a second thought.

What

Her voice made a few of the others still staring into the night sky start. There they were, the [Slaves], staring in stupefaction, nowcoming to their senses and realizing they were free and alive, rather than about to be tortured for daring to escape.

Bearig, the [Cook], holding Rophir the little half-Elven boy. Qshom, the Dullahan [Tailor] whose two friends, Droppe and Shein, had betrayed them with Astotha.

Eloque herself, her scales stitched with tiny black threads to mimicStitch-Folk. Many others from Hromes caravan and Igherizs, but among them the tan, sable-eyed [Bandit Lady], Merr the Storm, thin from captivity, bloodied from the fight shed put up.

And the last of themPisces, the Gold-rank [Necromancer] from Izril. And Cawe, the [Pickpocket]s eyes closed, her beak still partly open in snarling defiance, her feathers stained with blood. Eloque knelt.

Oh, Cawe.

It broke the others out of their trance. Bearig passed a hand over his face, his jowls moving as his lips traced words soundlessly. Rophir broke off from staring at the night sky, and his look of silent wonder faded slightly. Merr started, felt at a wound on her shoulder, and muttered an oath as pain reasserted itself.

Cawe.

Qshom spoke, kneeling down. It was cold, and Cawe lay there on the ground. The Dullahan knelt. So did Eloque, her strength leaving her legs.

Sheif Igheriz had been five minutes slower. If we hadnt tried to escape!

Suddenly, regrets filled her. Their freedom. The bravery of the escape attemptdid it mean nothing? Qshom had removed his head from his shoulders and placed it next to Cawes body.

No. No, if not for her, perhaps the Death of Chains would never have noticed us. It was Azam who signalled her. Somehow. Withthe spellbook?

He was trying to piece together what had happened. The Dullahan reached out, hesitantly, for Cawes claws. Eloque didnt understand what he was doing, but he was trying to clasp them together. Someone else spoke, roughly.

Azam? That bastard could have let us escape! He may have flown off, but he was obedient right until his bonds were broken. He didnt. But at least one Djinni is out there, burning Roshals bastards to ash.

Merr strode over, her head whipping left and right in the darkness. She stopped in front of Cawe as the others gathered around. Bearig made to shield Rophirs face. But the half-Elf boy stared with little emotion.

Cawe. We should bury her.

Eloque insisted. Qshom nodded. He had already removed something and placed it around her, adjusting the folds of cloth.

A cloak, to shield you from sand. The Dullahan moved gently, covering Cawes body. All but her face. Bearig looked oddly at him, but Eloque remembered, faintly.

Dullahans buried their dead differently. Head apart from the body. It prevented them from becoming undead, sometimes, and the head was what mattered.

Suddenly, Cawe was all the freed [Slaves] could think about. They bent, and someone else went looking for a shovel. It was Merr who muttered.

Someone should say some words. Does anyone have a pair of gold coins? Damned [Slavers] probably had some, but thats no good and mostre ash.

Gold coins?

Qshom murmured, confused. Bearig was fumbling at his side. Eloque saw, to her confusion, he was trying to remove part of the string on his arm joints. The Stitch-Man pulled it free, then began to place it on the top of the cloak. Someone else brought over a piece of wood.

For the dead.

Merr was speaking. She saw a Stitch-Girl offer her a piece of wood.

Embers are out. Well have to relight the fire.

Fire? You want to cremate her?

Eloque and Qshom started. The Stitch-Folk in the gathering just looked at them, blankly.

Fire consumes all. Its the death of cloth, that her form will never be tarnished. What are you going to do, bury her? The grounds too hard. Here.

Merr removed some stitching around her wrist. She placed it on Cawes body, and then looked around.

I need to re-stitch this. My handll come off.

Here.

Bearig already had thread and needle. It made no sense to Eloque, until she saw all the other Stitch-Folk taking just a bit of string out of their bodies, re-sewing limbs, but contributing part of their thread to Cawes growing pyre.

Remembrance. Part of them going with her?

Gold coins. Ive never heard of that.

Qshom was hesitant. He was clearly realizing that they couldnt remove Cawes head for preservation and bury her bodyor entomb them, even re-use the armorbut he clearly wasnt sure about cremation. Eloque didnt know either. If this was home

Home? Baleros and Lizardfolk villages? It felt so far away. She heard Merr mutter.

Its just a [Bandit] tradition. You put some gold with them in case they need a start wherever theyre going. Not even the worst [Thieves] steal that. It doesntbetter nothing than Igherizs gold.

I have two silver coins.

Eloque murmured. She fished them out. After a second, Merr took them and placed them over Cawes closed eyes. Eloque didnt have anything else to add. She wished she did.

Back home, one of the Nagas wouldorganize this. Have people say what Cawe did, orare we starting a pyre? How do Garuda bury their own?

They dont. Some cremate like usothers leave them out in the wilderness. So they return to the land.

To be devoured? What if they rise like undead?

Qshom was quietly horrified. Merr shrugged.

They make sure they dont. We could do that.

No. Letsgive her a send off. I think shed want that. I think. She lived in Nerrhavias Fallen all her life.

Bearig murmured. He had been next to Cawe for so long, no one objected.

It was only then that Eloque had a thought. Amid all the people adding something, bringing over firewood, trying to relight the campfires that had gone out

Wheres Pisces?

He surely had something to say. Something to

The others heads turned. Where was Pisces? In the stunned silence after Czautha, he had gone. Eloque rose, heart beginning to pound faster in fear. Merrs head snapped up, and she abandoned the flint and steel. She searched around.

Sword. Wheres

She stumbled over to Igherizs ashes, kicked them aside, and cursed.

The swords nothing but slag. Hey! Anyone have a sword? Even a spear!

The others looked about at her sharp voice. Merr strode towards the camp and came out a second later with a sword. She checked it, then tossed something at Bearig. He fumbled at the spear and dropped it.

Merr, whats this?

Weapons. Not all the [Slavers] got torched. If they come backeveryone, grab a weapon!

The former [Slaves] looked at Merr in silent surprise. Thena familiar horror. Eloque felt her scales tingling and her stomach knotted with fear.

We cant defend ourselves!

We damn well can. Igheriz is dead and Azams gone! Even if that bastard were alive, Id skin all of them myself. Just back me up! Get a weapon!

Merrs orders made the others move for the camp. Eloque stumbled with the others as they raided the [Slavers] tents. There werent nearly enough spare weapons to go around, and everyone felt it.

A resurging horror. Would they be hunted? What happened next? As Merr looked around, she spotted a figure riding their way on horseback. She pointed, shoutedthen lowered the sword.

Pisces?

The [Necromancer] was riding back on a horse. He lookedEloque wondered if his face was like hers.

Relieved. Exhausted. Worn. Wonder, fading tono, his was already set. Grim. His eyes glittered behind tanned skin, still paler than anyone elses. The [Necromancer] dismounted from his horse.

Where were you? The [Slavers]

Merr called out, striding towards him. Pisces shook his head.

Theyre not coming after us. They are dead. Most, if not all. Hrome is dead.

The [Slaves] looked at him. Pisces walked past them, saw Cawe and the pyre, and halted. He stared down at her body. Eloque joined him, weapon forgotten. She looked at Pisces.

Hromes dead? Youre sure?

Merr drew in a sudden breath, but the reminder of the [Slave Master]s existence was deprived of any vengeance. Pisces nodded.

I watched him die. Their remains are that way. WellI need their bodies.

The others stirred. Merr turned her head.

And theyve got weapons. Armor. Money. Even bags of holding if were lucky. Horses too?

She looked at Pisces and he shrugged.

Most survived.

Then lets grab them. We were going to cremate Cawe

Pisces knelt there as Merrs voice trailed off. He looked at the Garuda, his face blank. Not emotionlessjust blank. Eloque knelt again.

We should do it. She helped save us. But for her

Pisces nodded.

Lets.

They watched the flames consume the body. Eloque spoke. Bearig spoke. Piscessaid something quietly. Merr did not stay the entire time; she had already gone off to grab the horses before they could bolt, strip the bodies, and bring the corpses of the [Slavers] back.

Pisces wanted to use their bones. And he did. The Skeleton Lord rose, and Eloque watched him, heard him whisper to the undead. She shuddered as the undead slowly flexed its hands and picked up a sword.

What next?

The rag-tag group stood there, unsure. The fact they were alive after the Death of Chains departure was almost a bit of a mistake. They had lived, for a short moment, in the story. But after it endedwhat happened?

Iits nearly dawn. Dead gods, but I havent slept. What if we took a nap in the camp?

Merr muttered. She stared at the camp. Eloque shook her head instantly.

In the tents? No!

Not in the [Slave] tents. In the others tentsin the damn open if need be.

Oh.

Bearig nodded. Rophir was almost asleep, but he kept jerking awake, tense, thenlooking at the destroyed ashes of the [Slavers] and slumbering again before repeating the cycle.

We should do that. Cant march about without rest.

Everyone sort of nodded along, but no one moved. At last, Merr clapped her hands.

Alright. Find a spot and fall down. Well wake up in a few hours. Someone help me hitch the damn horses. Saddles off.

People moved. Eloque followed Merr, and looked back. As the night ended, they gave Cawe their farewells, according to each species and custom. They sent her off with two silver coins, string from their very fabric, and words of thanks or remembrance.

Then Qshom, Pisces, and Eloque helped bury the ashes. The [Necromancer] stood there a long time before he collapsed into slumber.

The Skeleton Lord remained, standing at the gates to the camp, bright green flames glowing in its ivory sockets. Watchful.

It was passing strange for him to wake up that day. His hands went to his throat and there was no collar. He woke up to voices chattering, sunlight streaming through the tent flaps, and he had no idea what was happening.

Free.

Pisces breathed in, and out, and remembered all. He sat up. Looked at his hands. Felt at his neck. Remembered Cawe was dead.

Yet, treacherously, even that could not stop his heart from lifting. The [Necromancer] muttered the word.

Free.

He began to laugh, hysterically, until someone peered at him through the tent flaps. Pisces jerked as he saw the little, solemn face and pointed ears. Even as a boy, Rophir was unmistakably of Cerias species; the timeless immortality was only partially glimpsed, but it was there and Pisces knew what older half-Elves looked like. He stopped laughing.

Pisces? Are you alright?

It has no name. Nor gender. It is an undead.

Toren. But they had no understanding of that part of his past either, so the others objected.

It should have a name. What aboutaboutwell, a nickname? Bone Defender.

Everyone looked at Eloque. She coughed. Bearig was nodding as he offered the undead a tunic. It stared at the piece of cloth and kept walking. Pisces rubbed at his face. He had to actually order the Skeleton Lord to put on clothing. But he held the line at a name.

For some reason, Bearig, the [Cook], was most strident about it. He was giving Rophir a ride on his shoulders.

It is a tool, Bearig. In timeno. If Iit must be a tool at this moment. There is noforce that would give it greater sentience.

I think. Could Skeleton Lords develop personalities? Pisces began to sweat at the thought, but the Stitch-Man was insistent.

I name my tools, Pisces. Every good tool deserves recognition.

Youname your tools?

Qshom gave Bearig an odd look. He glanced at the dagger he was using to remove Eloques stitches and waved it at Bearig.

Would you name this?

The [Cook] shrugged, a bit awkwardly, his already reddened brow darkening a bit further as everyone chuckled.

Not every tool, but good ones? I had a ladle I used since I was an [Apprentice Cook]. I called it my lucky ladle. Had a name and everything.

Oh yeah? What was it?

Merr was still frowning at the slight foothills for more Goblins as they continued climbing a slight gradient. Bearig turned beet-red.

ErI called himThe Duke of Soup.

Dead silence. Then, laughter, guffaws from everyone listening. Pisces started laughing, and it was so unexpected and unforced. Duke of Soup? Eloque clutched at her stomach and even Qshom had to grab his head to stop it rolling off the wagons seat in hilarity.

It wasnt even that funny, but it was Bearigs face and the moment andit was good to laugh. The laughter even came from a little boy, high-pitched, and for a second

Bearig glanced up at Rophir and Pisces stopped in amazement. He saw the half-Elf boys face twist up in mirth. For just one second. Then the laughter stifled, and the boys little face went blank.

Rophir! You laughed!

Eloque exclaimed. The half-Elf looked at her, then down at Bearig. The [Cook] was beaming up at him. But Rophir didnt laugh again, despite the delight on Bearigs face.

His face went blanker. It almost seemed like he resented that moment of hilarity. As Pisces watched, he reached out, and smacked Bearigs head.

The [Cook] yelped.

Rophir! Stop that!

But the little half-Elf began punching, scratching at Bearigs head. They were not hard blows, but they clearly hurt.

See now, thats enough. Bearig didnt do anything wrong. Dontow!

One of the Stitch-Women reached out, and Rophir slashed at her with a hand. She retreated.

Rophir. Enough.

Pisces rode over, but the little boy kept hitting Bearig. And the [Cook] didnt drop him or try to stop it. He grimaced at Pisces.

Leave him. Rophir, Rophir. Im sorry for making you laugh. Stop, please?

The boy did not stop. His face stayed blank, but Pisces saw something running down his cheeks. Tears. He reached to pull Bearigs hair, and Pisces caught his hand.

Rophir, enough.

The half-Elf tried to strike at him, but Pisces was too quick. He caught both of Rophirs hands and met the silver-grey eyes.

I understand you do not wish to laugh, Rophir. Bearig does not wish to hurt you. I knowyou have suffered. But it is a poor thing to hurt the people who care for you. Enough.

The boy struggled, then tried to bite Pisces arms. The [Necromancer] grimaced.

Enough. Sleep, Rophir. [Sleep].

He began to cast the spell, but someone grabbed his arm before he could stop Rophir. Bearig. The [Cook] gave him a shake of the head. AndEloque.

Dont, Pisces. Hes had enough of magic.

Pisces lowered his hand. Rophir stared at him with huge, untrusting eyes. Pisces recalled Riqre using magic to animateand surely other spells. He lowered his hands, backing away.

Let me. Rophir, dont hit Bearig. Come. Ride with us.

Eloque let Bearig transfer Rophir to the wagon. The half-Elf boy seemed to accept riding with Eloque and Qshom, and sat there. As they moved on, and Bearig applied just a tiny bit of potion to his head, Eloque put an arm around the boy.

He stiffened, but didnt pull away. Encouraged, the Lizardwoman hummed. Then, began to sing.

Hello Naga, how was your day today? Did you meet anyone interesting on your way?

It was such a bright, cheery song that Pisces blinked. Not at all like a soothing lullaby.

It was a Lizardfolks song. Or perhapsa Balerosian song? Because Qshom started. Eloque stopped singing, and glanced at him meaningfully. Qshom hesitated, then grimaced and opened his mouth. His head, sitting next to them, began to sing. Call and response, Pisces realized.

I met a [Wizard], hurray, hurray. And I helped him cast a spell on my way.

He did his best, but the Dullahan couldnt interject the same energy as Eloque into his voice. The counterpoint still somehow worked, and Pisces imagined a little Lizardfolk bothering a tired Naga. Rophir glanced up suspiciously at Eloque, but then he began to lean against her, listening. So did everyone else.

Tell me Naga, did you see a snake today?

I saw one with five heads and sent it on its way.

Naga, thats a Hydra.

Oh my, you dont say?

The silly little song filled the air as the group travelled onwards. Soon, Eloques voice died down and Qshom looked at the little half-Elf boy with some relief. He had gone to sleep, leaning against her. Eloque nodded at Bearig, who smiled. Pisces had never known she could sing.

And the Skeleton Lord, which had brought all this about? It trudged onwards, bald, boney head covered by a turban of cloth, attired like a traveller, so only the sockets were visible. Names hadnt stuck yet, but Pisces heard the caravan arguing.

Such sweet moments, sad moments, amid it all.

And then they came to the Glass Straits.

Glass?

Pisces stared at the landscape, which glittered with unbearable light in places, reflected from the sun above. Merr just grimaced.

Yep. Were further north than I thought. Dead gods, but I knew it stretched a long way. This far?

The Glass Straits along Zeikhal were a natural phenomenon, not the product of some great spell, as Pisces had assumed. Somehow, the suns natural heat and intensity was so strong in this part of Chandrar that it could bake the top layer of sand into glass.

Or perhaps there was some spell that began it. Some glass to begin with. Either wayit reflects and magnifies the sun. So it creates more glass, and, well

Eloque, of all the others, was the expert here. She had passed this way before, and jumped up and down on the hard glass mixed with sand to demonstrate how tough it was. Like a road, albeit lumpy. You could make better time on it, and the glass was not all one color. The varied sand and minerals created many colors and fascinating lumps of glass. Rarely beautiful; they were all dirty with trapped bubbles or sand, but you could hunt around and find a nice, clear part, or a bit you could polish up beautifully.

Dangerous as tickling Crelers, Ive heard.

Merr had reservations. Eloque nodded.

Were travelling at night. Its lucky we didnt come by midday; wed be blinded. By day? This place heats up beyond belief.

Is it better to travel the Glass Straits or stick to the wilds?

Pisces was frowning. Eloque considered it.

Its not the most popular route, but Piscesthe Glass Straits are huge. If its this or going over duneswe have wagons. We need a road.

It was true. Twice now, the group had been forced to stop and push the wagons out of sand. If they tried going through actually rough terrain, they might have to abandon the vehicles and they were too necessary. Pisces bit his lip.

Are there any unique dangers here?

Lack of food. Animals get different, too. Glass animals, some of them. Things that eat glassIve heard you can even find Fire or Glass Elementals. Not worse than giant Sand Worms or what you can find in the sand.

Glass Elementals? Pisces lips moved, but he just nodded. He sent the Skeleton Lord to scout about as they made an early camp. The undead came stomping back before theyd set up with something in its hands.

A giant glass ants head. Pisces stared at it and Qshom nearly dropped a tent pole. But it wasnt an Antinium head. Pisces calmed down. In factit wasnt even an ants head.

Glass Termite. Is it edible?

Eloque recognized the monster, but passed it to Bearig. He poked the insides, shuddering. The outer carapace of the insect was hard glass. The inside? Well, it was flesh, but the [Cook] shook his head.

Id rather not try to cook that, Eloque. Im no [Monsterparts Chef].

Well, food wont last forever! Go on! Give it a bite! Ill eat some once its roasted. Wheres the body, Bone Lord?

Dont call it that. His name is Ivery.

Eloque called after Merr. The [Bandit Lady] came back after a while with an experimental cut of the Glass Termites meat. She roasted it in the cast iron pan, until it was almost black, took one bite, hawked it back up, and came to a decision.

Right. Thats inedible. And weve only got four more days of food for everyone at this rate. Two days of water. Time to go.

Pisces looked up. He had come to the same conclusion; they had water barrels and lots of food, but even the Chest of Holding theyd taken from Hromes caravan had limits and they had yet to restock anything. Merr strode into the camp. All the former [Slaves] looked at her as she raised her voice.

Listen up. Im heading off. Anyone who wants to join meIm going to reform Merrs Bandits. Merr the Storm rides again! Youre all welcome in my crew. That isunless you all want to join me?

She gave Pisces a look. The [Necromancer] stood there, a bit tensed. Was this the moment? He shook his head, slowly.

I will pass, Merr. I have no intentions of becoming a [Bandit].

She grunted.

Suit yourself. But if you think you can protect everyone who stays

Another meeting of eyes. Pisces didnt sense hostility, justhe smiled thinly.

I can. And I wouldnt bear you any ill will for going. If you wished to stay

Eloque looked between the two. Merr shook her head and tapped her chest.

If Im not needed, Im off. Foods a problem anyways. Tell you what. Spare me a fair portionhalf of what wed eatand a quarter of the horses, and were square. Deal?

Agreed.

Pisces breathed. It was more than fair. Merr nodded at the others.

Dont worry about light provisions and less horses. Well move fast and get more things to ride. Whos with me?

Only eighteen people went with Merr. Which was surprising, given how competent the [Bandit Lady] was. But she intended to be a [Bandit] andit just wasnt in many.

They followed Pisces because Pisces had promised them safety. But what did that mean?

Pisces and Merr shook hands, and Eloque saw the [Necromancer]s wary smile. She was upset. She took Merrs hand, but didnt know what to say.

Until we meet again!

Merr the Storm left, with more horses than shed asked for; enough to let the others ride two-to-a horse. It left Pisces group with far fewer mounts, but between the undead horses pulling the wagons, they wouldnt be that much slower. More importantly, they had the lions share of the food and water.

Is she going to be alright?

Eloque asked Pisces privately. The [Necromancer] grimaced.

[Bandits] can sense raiding opportunities. I very much doubt Merr intends to forage long. She would not be this confident if she did not have somewhere she intended to be.

Its a shame she couldnt stay. We couldhave used her help.

Eloque glanced sidelong at Pisces. He shrugged, but nodded slowly.

It would have been beneficial. Alas. We had nothing to offer her, however, and without substantive gainshe is a [Bandit Lady]. I am an adventurer.

Did you want her gone?

Eloque pressed, a frown on her face. It hadnt seemed that way, not explicitly. Pisces shook his head.

I am a [Necromancer]. Far be it from me to be the first to insult her way of life. It is justwe have nothing for her to gain from, and she can survive in Chandrar. Not so for the rest of us.

That was true, but Eloque was still unhappy. It was done, nevertheless.

They would not rest this night long; they had to cross the Glass Straits by night, and then camp by day. As the caravan plodded onwards, however, they were forced to stop at exactly midnight by an unusual, and at first, alarming spectacle.

The Skeleton Lord, who had been patrolling ahead, nicknamed Ivery by Eloque much to Pisces chagrin, had halted. Pisces rode up to it, frowning, as the dark glass covered by a light sprinkling of sand crunched under his horses hooves. Eloque and the others halted uncertainly, because they heard it too.

The wind had died down, and the rolling crunch of glass under the wagon wheels faded away. All that was left was a strange hum in the air. Thena low wail from ahead.

The Skeleton Lords eyes were glowing bright. Pisces stopped. He stared as something began to trace itself outwards, and swore, galloping backwards.

When he had enacted the [Ritual of the Lord of Bones], Eloque had been so tired and distraught she hadnt really watched. She had seen him placing the bones from the dead [Slavers] in a curious, concentric pattern around the center pile, ten times as many bones, twenty, perhaps, as had created the Skeleton Lord.

She had watched Pisces raise the bones into the air, seen the glow of power he called upon. Now she saw the same symbols trace themselves outwards from the Skeleton Lord as it stood in the center of the glowing diagrambut with lines of magical force, as green as its eyes, instead of bone.

Pisces! Whats happening?

The [Necromancer] looked back. And it was clear he did not know.

Itsmy ritual. It must have a component I did not know about.

What? Its your spell!

Yes, butit was granted to me as I levelled! I dont know what it does!

Magic given without instruction. Eloque was no [Mage], but shed heard of them gaining spells when levelling they didnt learn. Thusly, Pisces didnt know the full nature of the spell hed cast.

Sometimesyou opened a box and didnt see the depths.

The Skeleton Lord stood, glowing under two full moons. Staring at nothing. Waiting. Waiting forwhat?

Pisces was frozen, staring into an unravelling complexity of death magic. It was truethe ritual was too advanced for him. He didnt understand his creation.

And that terrified him. It reminded him all too much of another undead he had made. Back in arrogance. Would this Skeleton Lord become another Toren?

What have I done?

It wanted something. That much Pisces could see. But what was the input? What was the outcome? He felt a fool.

I should cast aside my magic. Begin once again from the Putrid Ones spellbook. From true magic. Why do I reach for that which I cannot understand?

Pisces

Eloques voice was afraid. The [Necromancer] braced himself. He dismounted from his horse.

Stay there. I willsomething is needed.

He began to approach the Skeleton Lord, warily. It waited, not turning to face him, but part of its inner being exposed. For something. Something

Him? Blood? More death? More bone?

Bearig had a hand on his cleaver, but uncertainly. Qshom had a crossbow aimed, but the group of freed [Slaves] were simply tense, unwilling to interfere. Pisces strode forwardsif he had been alone, or with his team, he might have risked waiting, analyzing the situation. Not here. Not now.

He was walking towards the Skeleton Lord when someone else moved. The taut air, the imminent danger again, made one of the others snap. A little figure darted down. A voice shouted.

Rophir! No!

Pisces whirled, but too late, the little half-Elf boy reacted as hed been trained. Conditioned.

No one had given Rophir a weapon, for all he was arguably one of the more dangerous people with a blade. Bearig had found the cutting knife and taken it from the half-Elf boy. Even soRophir bent down, and picked up something.

A rockno, a nugget of glass. A bit of sand turned into a fist-sized piece of heavy glass. He scooped it up and hurled it at the Skeleton Lords head with uncanny accuracy for a boy his age.

Pisces leapt for the stone, then remembered his magic and tried to catch it. Too latethe stone thwacked the undead in the head. Pisces whirled.

No!

There was a flash. He saw the magic changing and his flaming rapier was in his hands. [Flash Step]Pisces lunged, conjuring an [Acid Orb] into his other hand. He saw the Skeleton Lord turn with unnatural grace to face him and brace as it raised its weapon. The glass rock?

Pisces stumbled. He nearly careened into the Skeleton Lord, who caught him. Qshom lowered his crossbow. The others saw the Skeleton Lord raise its hand into the air. It had been hit in the skull by the little glass nugget, but now it held the very same bit of glass in one hand. Yet a second nugget of glass lay on the ground.

What the

Eloque saw the undeads eyes burn green as the lines of magic retreated within its being. It raised the rock overhead.

Yes! So the compact has been made! Look unto me and my great weapon! My bonded nature of death, which I shall use to destroy all that come against me or my master! My

It regarded the glass rock in its hand. Pisces stared as the Skeleton Lord experimentally threw it. Then stared at the rock. His mouth moved silently.

The Skeleton Lords eyes burned. It raised a handand the glass pebble reappeared in it. A bound weapon. A

It tossed the rock again and stared at it. The undead seemedconfused as to how to expand on the varieties of martial combat as they applied to glass pebbles. Ivery tried to recall the weapon again, found it could not, and scuttled over to pick up the glass rock. It kept trying to throw it, practicing with its new bonded weapon.

Rophir hid behind Bearig, but Pisces didnt look at the half-Elf boy. As the others investigated the Skeleton Lord and its new weapon, the [Necromancer] sat with his head in his hands.

But he was laughing.

It was clear that the [Ritual of the Lord of Bones] was designed to attenuate and customize a powerfullord of bones. First in construction, then customization. Imagine giving it an enchanted weapon! Or would only a mundane one work?

You could attune a varied weapon to the very heart of the Skeleton Lord, designing its entire battle strategy and combat prowess around a weapon, esoteric though it might be, and the Skeleton Lord would fight with it, an eternal weapon.

Or, in this case, a rock. Ivery the Skeleton Lord could now, at the beginning of each battle, throw the glass pebble. Pisces watched it toss the glass pebble at a Glass Termite. The monster recoiled, and the eight giant termites all attacked the pebble. Ivery stared at the rock, then drew its sword and shield and charged into battle.

Itsum. At least it has a sword and shield?

Eloque watched as Ivery won the battle. It picked up the glass pebble and carefully carried it around. Pisces tried not to burst into hysterical laughter again.

My undead creations seem to be instructional in what not to do.

The worst part was that the Skeleton Lord was clearly learning how to use its weapon of choice; it had progressed from weak throws to an actual approximation of a baseball pitch. Pisces had a headache.

I shall endeavor to replace this undead with a superior Skeleton Lord if we get the chance. I do not know where I will find the correct bones of a skilled warrior, but I could at least give it a proper weapon.

He muttered. To his surprise, that landed him in hot water. Eloque turned on him, aghast.

You cant destroy Ivery! Hes doing his best!

What?

Qshom nodded.

It deserves a chance. I like it.

Its an undead.

Its been protecting us! It even killed that Glass Hare!

Pisces stared at said hare, draining of blood. Its skin was glass, but the internals were regular flesh and blood, so Bearig was going to make a stew of it. He rubbed at his head. It was hot, by evening, as the Glass Straits cooled off from the incredible heat of the magnified sun. Theyd already learned not to camp anywhere close to the glass road.

The trick of the Glass Straits wasnt the overall heat; it was the magnified heat as it reflected off natural mirrors. The caravan had camped too close the first day and one of the rays of sun had burnt one of the tents.

They were riding along, taking turns to march on the glass road or sit on the wagon. Eloque almost always had the wagons seat, as did Qshom, despite the limited space. Qshom because he was a Dullahan with heavy armor and a [Tailor], both of which awarded him some respect.

Eloque becauseshe was Eloque and everyone knew why. After five days, Qshom had rid her left arm of stitching. She kept flexing it, peering at her bright scales. Smiling.

The Lizardwoman was in such a good mood that day, that Pisces caught her murmuring to herself and laughing every now and then. He didnt understand why until he edged over, pretending to read from the spell tome.

Ooh. Indigo. Nice.

What? Every few minutes, Eloque would point to something, chortle to herself.

Indigo! Indigo. Mmno, thats violet. Aha, indigo!

The [Necromancer] couldnt resist. He looked at Eloque.

Are youenamoured with the color indigo, Eloque?

She jumped and blushed.

Its a nice color! You dont see much in ChandrarI always pass the time by looking for it.

Pisces raised a finger. He scratched at his temple.

Always?

Yep.

One of the [Slaves] who had been part of Igherizs caravan for a long time nodded. Pisces looked at him.

Always?

Indigo! Look!

Eloque chortled, pointing out a bit of fused glass with every sign of genuine joy. Pisces stared at the patch of indigo amid orange-yellow glass, from some kind of mineral. He looked at Eloque. Her indigo-spotting habit wasthe most annoying thing he had experienced since coming to Chandrar.

Mundanity did not last long. Pisces was riding at the head of the caravan, well away from Eloques chortling indigo spotting, which Qshom and Rophir had joined, when his head snapped up.

Oh, no. Not now!

His exclamation made Bearig jog forwards.

Whats wrong?

Were being scried!

Pisces swore. He looked up, cursed, and tried three spells. Then he just aimed up.

[Deathbolt]!

The black bolt of magic shot into the sky to no effect. Pisces leapt down, swearing. Eloque and the others cried out.

Pisces! Can you stop it?

No!

No? But

I dont know how! I was expelled from Wistram before we learned wards or counterspells! Roshal knows where we are.

Pisces was fumbling for the spellbook, flipping through it desperately. Was there a counterspell somewhere in?

He hadnt even realized they were being [Scried] until now. It could have been a while. And sure enoughafter three hours of worried night trekking, the first manifestation of their observers appeared.

Flying carpet!

Bearig screamed. Everyone shouted in horror.

There it was. A flying carpet, and a pair of riders perched mockingly there. There was no guessing where they were from. Eloque felt it, like prickling on her scales.

Roshal.

She was not mistaken either. Pisces took aim and sent a [Deathbolt] flying towards the carpet. The [Carpet Rider] didnt even bother to dodge; the bolt just soared well clear of their distant shape. They kept following as the caravan desperately picked up speed, but it was a literal flying carpet to how fast they could run.

They were doing something, up there. Pisces spotted a [Mage] and the [Carpet Rider]. After only thirty minutes, the [Mage] stood up. He aimed again, but [Light Arrow] was his only spell with any tracking and the [Mage] had swatted down the low-Tier spell with ease.

Ivery couldnt reach them; the undead had jogged beneath the carpet, trying to hit them two hundred feet up with its little pebble for an hour. They were out of bow shot, andwatching them.

Reporting their location. Pisces looked up from trying to learn Lighted Arrow as fast as he could as something glinted from the carpet.

The [Mage] was holding up a mirror. A scrying mirror? The others tensed as it caught the light. But it was not a painful glare that shot downwards. Nowhat appeared in front of them was a man.

A Human man, reflected from the mirror onto the ground. He smiled, and looked around.

A Skeleton Lord? You impress me further, Pisces Jealnet. Please

For Qshom had shot a bolt through his face. The man regarded the Dullahan with mild interest, and his eyes turned back to Pisces. Slitted pupils. The [Necromancer] froze, his face a mask of hostility. And fear. Eloque was paralyzed. The figure bowed, gracefully.

let us talk. I am Emir Yazdil. The Naga of Roshal. My people have found you, Pisces Jealnet. You are all [Slaves]. But we shall be understanding. If you acquiesce.

Leave us be. I swear I will destroy you if you approach.

Pisces whispered. The Naga shook his head.

I am told you were in the company of Igheriz, and the Emir Riqre. Neither one represents Roshal, and RiqreI fear you have the wrong impression of me, Pisces. I should like to speak.

Begone!

The young mans voice cracked. He blasted the illusion with something that made it actually wink out, but in a second the [Mage] had adjusted the mirror and it was back. The Emir shook his head.

Pisces Jealnet, Roshal sees you. Let us speak. If you are not willing nowI shall return in an hour. But we shall speak. I would not have this be unpleasant. I hold the other Emirs in abeyance, and they would make an example. Is it not prudent to talk? I have heard you were known for your sagacity.

He smiled, and Eloque wanted Pisces to refuse. He even spoke in a reasonable way. Pisces face was white and he was shaking, but everyone was frozen in fear. The carpet, the scrying spellsRoshal knew exactly where they were.

Pisces.

Eloque whispered. The [Necromancer] glanced at her. Then he tried to nod.

Speak, Emir Yazdil. How is there room for negotiation if we are [Slaves]?

The Nagas smile reminded Eloque too much of home. Was he a Naga? How could one of them?

I am no fool, Adventurer Pisces. What if I were to let the others in your company go free? Remove their [Slave] class? But for you. I would purchase their contracts and set them free. If you agreed.

Pisces reeled as if struck. Eloque wanted to throw up.

No.

She raised her voice, but the Emir had already dug his claws into Pisces. It was like Riqre again. Not the same, but the same poison. In just one sentence he had set the other freed [Slaves] to hesitating. No! Dont let him speak!

The Lizardwoman slashed at the illusion, but it was intangible. The Naga looked at her, smiling gently.

If not that, Pisces, I am even prepared to make you a deal. One month. One month and then I would let you go free. Do not mistake me. I am not negotiating from weakness. But I do wish you to be willing t

Pisces, tasting bile, was ready to shout, or stop Eloque, who was slashing the air. But the Naga suddenly winked out. Pisces, Eloque, and the others stared in puzzlement at the blank space where he had been.

Had the illusion spell gone wrong? They looked at the distant carpet just in time to see the [Mage], puzzled, adjust the mirror and tap on the [Carpet Rider]s shoulder.

Then the scrying mirror exploded and the carpet went down, burning, to hit the ground below. Pisces eyes opened wide.

Apprentice.

A voice whispered to him. A familiar voice, distant, far, but not weak. And notinhuman. Pisces closed his eyes as the others babbled, confused. They did not understand. He did.

For if one could see him nowso could another.

Azkerash, the Necromancer of Izril, was not akind person. Pisces knew that. He knew the legends, and he recalled vividly the threat the Necromancer had made if he should reveal anything.

Even so, why did he sound kind? Just Pisces imagination.

Roshal shall not see you. Their pursuers follow, but blindly.

What did he say? Pisces gulped.

You aregenerous beyond belief, Great Azkerash.

Am I not Archmage Chandler?

The voice almost sounded amused. Pisces recalled he had made a point to say it like that. It had been so long. He closed his eyes.

Ofof course, Archmage Chandler. Then, we will be cloaked from all detection spells?

Naturally. Roshal is not a match for my abilities. You are far from any of myagents, however. I shall send aid if you require it.

Pisces own gray-green eyes opened wide. Now here was the danger. The Necromancer had stopped Roshal, even the Naga, and killed the two most high-level pursuers in the doing. But he still had his desires.

As I am your humble student and admirer, Archmage Chandler, I would throw myself upon your aid. However, I would not incur a deeper debt than I could repay.

He didnt want to hint at what both knew the debt would entail. Perhaps he had offended Azkerash, because there was a moment of silence.

Such aid as I can render is simple, young Pisces. A trifle.

Pisces tried to smile.

Nevertheless, Azkerash, or Archmage Chandler, a debt is a debt.

He had no doubt anything given would need repayment.

As you wish, then. Escape Chandrar, Pisces Jealnet. Your team is as yet occluded to me, and I have lesser interest in their fates. I would tell you, however, to search Nerrhavias Fallen, Illivere, and Savere. The spell that went awry scattered your team across a smaller radius.

Pisces was amazed. The Necromancer could tell their rough trajectories just by analyzing the [Greater Teleport] spell? He bowed in the privacy of the tent, wondering if Azkerash could see it.

Of course, Great Necromancer. II would not ask your help further, as you have already spent enough of your precious time in this limited exchange.

My precious time. Yes. I consider itamusingto participate in such diversions. If you require aid

Pisces would place himself in that kind of debt the same day he took up Bearigs offer to make him fish stew. He was sure the Necromancer wasbetter than Riqre, or the Naga. But still. It was too close. Pisces spoke, and here he began to sweat, a bit.

Rest assured, Archmage Chandler, I shall. However, I shall recompense you all your time! We did not recover the Helm of Fire, as promised, but my team and I secured several Relics, as you well know, from the Putrid Ones very abode! I have in my possession a powerful spellbookperhaps his personal copy! I hesitate to remind you of your promise to aid my friend, but I vow I can repay all your effort!

There was dead silence, but Pisces knew the Necromancer was well aware of the spellbook. Why else would he help Pisces?

Of course, Pisces Jealnet. We shall discuss terms later. I congratulate you on your success. Survival is the mark of a true adventurer or [Mage], regardless of the cost.

Then the link broke. Pisces shuddered, sat back, and then went to tell the others they were safe. Safe-er. He didnt want to part with the spellbook, but at least they had an ally as great as Roshal on their side.

In distant Izril, Azkerash tapped his fingers together. Why was Pisces refusing help? He had been ready to send

They have Relics? The Putrid Ones spellbook?

His eyes burned with sudden curiosity. He had not expected that! Azkerash drummed his fingers on the armrest. Nowhow was he supposed to render aid subtly? He had to find a way to cover for the interference as well. He had posed as Wistram, or so he hoped. But if he took Pisces current position into account

Toren, peeking in at Azkerash, saw an entire war councils worth of maps and books on local geography, fauna, recent reports of settlements in the area, and so on. The skeleton shook his head.

He had no word for what Azkerash was, but if he had been introduced to the concept of nerd, fanboy, or so on, he would happily have used it.

They moved faster after that. With less food weighing down the wagons; they also tossed more gear they didnt absolutely need. They could share tents, they didnt need some containers or tools.

They had to outrun their pursuers. The group changed course, heading into the Glass Straits. They needed to fool Roshals force.

With luck, they wouldnt have many or any [Trackers], expecting to be able to scry Pisces. With luck, Pisces and their group would vanish into Chandrar.

Nevertheless, despite Pisces assurance of magical help from powerful allies back in Izrilthat was how he explained Azkerashthe incident had shaken everyone.

Eloque was sobbing when Pisces woke up. He stopped, a cup of tea in his hands. It was not that she wept, it was because it was Eloque. Everyone cried. From Rophir to Bearig. Pisces? He had woken up screaming or with his head in his hands.

But she and he had seenthey had fought with Azam, outside of Riqres mansion. She looked up when Pisces stopped.

Dreams?

No. I was imagining being captured again.

The Lizardwoman whispered. She touched her neck, then shook her head. She took the tea, gulped it coldthey had only a small fireand shook her head.

I wish you hadnt killed Hrome. Or that the Death of Chains hadnt burned Igheriz to ash.

Of all the things to sayPisces rocked back on his heels as they sat, waiting for the Glass Straits to cool as the sun set.

Why?

She bared her teeth at him, her slitted eyes sharp. Her left shoulder was free of stitching, but her scales were marked from the cutting Qshom had to do, scratched up, but she looked at her left arm like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Because then I could look at their skulls and know they were dead.

The [Necromancer] could understand that. He sat, nodding. Eloque stared at him, then curled up like a cat, lying on the warm glass.

And then I thought about the future. If we do escape, and leave Chandrar. I thought of what came next and I kept crying. Isnt that silly?

Why?

Eloque gave him a weary, weary laugh.

Because, Pisces. If we do escape and go to a city or nation that outlaws [Slaves], where I will be free? What happens next? I have no Skillsnot like Qshom or Bearig. My highest-levelled class is [Slave]. What will I do?

Mockingly, she gestured at her body. She still wore a dress, now faded with travel.

Do you want me to entertain you? Do you want a toy to stitch up? I can do that. They took my entire adult life from me.

Pisces shudder made the Lizardwoman look at him.

Dont say that. You dont have to do anything like that.

Dont lie about what I have. I cant go back home and just start over, Pisces. I dont know where to begin.

She shook her head. Pisces hesitated, rocking on his heels. He hadnt thought what would happen to them after they got to safety. That was what mattered, but what could he tell Eloque?

I would make sure you reached home, in Baleros, if you wanted itbut I could ensure you found a place in Izril.

No. I wont go to Baleros. Home? No. I was sold from there. I cant go back and see my family, my village

Eloque whispered. Pisces looked at her, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

Did they?

He caught himself, but Eloques bright-eyed gaze fixed him like a beacon.

Did they sell me? Did they sell me as a [Slave]? No, Pisces. They didnt have to. Ivolunteered.

She began to laugh. Isnt that funny? Then Eloque told him why.

The Lizardfolk were one of three main species on Baleros. Centaur, Dullahan, Lizardfolk. Humans, Selphids, and Gazers were a larger minority, as were the Beastkin tribes. Some Lizardfolk cities were grand, and the Naga, the catchall term for the Lizardfolks many forms from Lamia to Gorgon, ruled.

But not everywhere was rich. Some villages were poor, very poor, and those were the places Roshal haunted. But not as an evil forceat least not in image.

[Slavers] cannot simply grab people on Baleros. No, they can, in secret, because so few challenge them. They dont have to. They just come to a village like mine when everyones sick or hungry and

It didnt take a giant disaster. Just a plague, a minor one compared to Yellow Rivers, making everyone ill. There wasnt enough coin for a [Healer] or [Alchemist]. So Roshal had come, smiling and offering a deal.

They made it sound as if it would be a noble sacrifice, and I had a chance of becoming free. That Id be treated well. I was the most beautiful Lizardgirl in the village. Everyone thanked me, and I went. It was fine. Fine until it wasnt. Do you understand?

Pisces did. He felt sick, trying to imagine it. Something like Igherizs smile, right until you saw who he truly was.

I could have said no and no one would have blamed me. But I went off with them. I think about it every day.

She was crying again, but not many tears. Not in this dry land. Pisces looked at Eloque, curled up on the ground, tail wrapped around herself as she lay in the dimming sun.

Reach out and take her shoulder. Hug her. Tell her

He couldnt tell what was best. So he did nothing, and knew that was worst of all. But he still did it. Pisces hunched his shouldersthen burst out with it.

IWhat should I say in this moment? II should like to say something, Eloque. But I am not my teammates. They are better people than I.

The Lizardwoman looked at him, and then burst out laughing. She lay on her back.

Youre such a bad leader, Pisces.

He turned red and hunched his shoulders, but Eloque sat up kindly. To comfort him.

Not a bad person. You rescued me from Riqre. You and Azam helped us remain free. Tell me of something else, Pisces. Tell meof your team. Tell me theres good people, because Ive met so few. Ive spent my entire adult life a [Slave].

So he did. Pisces rode with Eloque by night, and told her about Yvlon, Ksmvr, and Ceria, and how theyd met.

He never talked about himself. He was not used to it. Pisces had never told anyone about how he first fled his father and homeland. He didnt even tell his team his last name.

But he told the others everything, because they had seen everything that made him vulnerable already. He told them about home, but that was not what they needed. At last, Pisces realized what it was, and it was so simple.

Where is safety, Pisces?

Qshom was tiredly looking ahead. The [Necromancer]s head rose. He stared up at the bright sky, and murmured.

Home.

You meanwhere do you mean?

He looked at them. Pisces rode ahead, and decided to tell themproperly.

It is a fair question, Qshom. Believe me, I do have somewhere in mind. There are many places Ive been. Not Baleros, it is true, but now three continents out of the five.

Heads rose. Pisces looked at them, and then at the patch of sky where had once flown the carpet. He shook his head.

Where would we be free of Roshal? Terandria? I was born there, and I tell you there is little love of [Slavers] there. But I would not vouch for Terandria.

He grimaced.

Terandria bears little love for my class, or those who cannot obey in their way. I have no allies there excepta few old friends. [Necromancers] in hiding, perhaps, if they did not also flee. There is nothing safe there I could count on. Even a single undead is a hanging offence in many kingdoms.

Every head turned to Ivery, trudging along with his glass pebble. That was it. They didnt find the undead comforting, but in Terandria, there would have been screams of horror just seeing one. Chandrar tolerated undead a bit moreor had less immediate preconceptions. Pisces went on.

Nor Wistram. Once, I was a [Mage] of Wistram, but they exiled me for being a [Necromancer]

He hesitated. Eloque saw his head lower, and his hands squeeze tight on the reins of the horse. Pisces head lifted, and a sigh escaped his lips.

No. That is a lie I tell myself. I was exiled for more than my class. I was exiled, rightly, for making a grave mistake. For endangering the lives of other [Mages] and ending in the deaths of many. A terrible accident that killed a good man, and friend of mine. A Centaur named Calvaron.

He paused a second, and they waited. Like a [Storyteller], and he was better at this than any speech, because it was something he knew, and was building to, Pisces went on.

Where next, then? Not Chandrar. Izril. Izril is where my home is. Izril is

Pisces searched for words, then realized he didnt have to. Slowly, his hands rose, and a bright light filled the Glass Straits. Eloque saw, mirrored dully in the glass, figures rise. Bright walls. Proud people with scales, like her, but with neck spines, stronger builds. Furry, tall people, who grinned, so like Beastkin

Rophirs head peeked out from over Bearigs back. The [Cook] looked up, murmuring. Pisces voice was stronger now.

In the continent of Izril, past the Walled Cities on high, filled with millions of Drakes each, north of the tribes of countless Gnolls of the Great Plains, and south of the Human lands, ruled by the Five Families, each to their strength, are the High Passes. They stretch across the center of Izril, save for two places where one can enter. The wild High Passes eastern route, almost certain death to all but Couriers and Named Ranks, and the western route through a valley that floods every spring.

The land changed, and they saw the hills and valleys, the lush grass so unlike many parts of Chandrar. Pisces conjured a giant rock that slowly lifted up, and two eye-stalks poked out from under them. Qshom recoiled in horror, somewhat ironically, to Eloques mind.

Giant crabs with shells like rocks roam the area. Shield Spiders, which make nests in the grass and wait for prey to fall in. Even trees that explode when you come too near. It is not safe, you see? But a city sits in the middle of this valley. Liscor. A small city by some accounts, but withdecent people.

Faces flickered past them. A running little white Gnoll. A [Shopkeeper]. A Drake rolling her eyes. Pisces gaze lingered on each one. Then the images changed.

Everyone watched. Even the group that had snuck up on the caravan. Spellbound.

On a hill outside the city of Liscor, there is an inn. It has a sign out front. If you choose to read itwhich not many doit has a strange inscription. No killing Goblins. And should you venture inside, you might meet an [Innkeeper]. If you doyour days will never be entirely boring. Not always dangerous or excitingoften, but not always. But you will be safe. Safe, for a given value of the word. Even so. I call it home. I have known nowhere else as fine.

What is the inn called?

It was an obvious question. Pisces smiled.

The Wandering Inn. It is a strange place. How can I explain it. It was destroyed, rebuiltthree times? There is a tower with an Antinium keeping watch named Bird, who eats birds. If you sit down, you can order a drink ofBlue Fruit Juice. Or a cookie. Or a bowl of flies. But be warned, if you sit too long over your food, a little Gnoll child might try to steal it. And there is a garden and

His smile faded. For a second, Eloque saw a frozen bier and a figurebut then it was gone, and Pisces was talking about a drink named a Minotaurs Punch. Plays.

He did not tell them the truth, because the truth was that the inn was not complete as it was. He told them how it should be, and the vision of the inn, his home, filled their heads.

So thats where were going?

Bearig looked at the idea. It seemed so far away. But so welcoming. It was good enough to aim at. Pisces nodded.

However far it may be, that is where I will one day go. You are free to join me.

He looked at that fragile image of the inn. And wondered if it would be that way when he returned, or if he would have to find a way to bring it back. Someone sighed.

Not a bad dream, Pisces. Not a bad dream for a [Necromancer]. I thought you were all cynical lots, but Ive only ever known [Bandits]. Better than any home Ive known.

He spun. And there they were, appearing out of the darkness.

Merr the Storm. Andnearly a hundred plus [Bandits].

Pisces hand stole to his sword. Eloque gasped.

Merr!

The [Bandit Lady] grinned. Pisces stared at the small army behind her. How had she?

Found a local bandit group. We hit two spots, got our feet under us. Told you all I needed was a bucket. Hey! Break out the drink!

Merr waved a hand. There was a shout, and the group, filled with the same people whod left with Merr, dipped into a keg recently looted.

But how?

[Raiding Opportunities]. You knew I could tell where good stuff was, couldnt you?

Merr winked. She saw Pisces still eying her.

Dont be like that, Pisces. We just came by to see if anyone else wanted to join up. Besideswere flush with food and loot, so Im feeling generous. Actually

She glanced at Eloque and Pisces and then coughed.

I thought we could trade.

Trade?

Pisces eyes narrowed suspiciously. What did he have to trade? Merr shrugged.

Well, sure. Youre a [Necromancer], arent you? Weve got some broken bones that need setting. Didnt grab any bodies, but maybe we could get you to animate a Ghoul or something? We could throw it at the enemy. Youve got gold? Well trade you, even up.

Pisces touched his coin pouch. Hedid have gold, come to think of it. Merr winked at Bearig, and Rophir, staring at her from behind the [Cook]s head.

Id make a good [Merchant], wouldnt I? Generous prices and I get free goods!

Pisces was still silent. He suspected a trap, but even if he tried nowwhat could he do? Ivery was still, waiting for orders, but one Skeleton Lord and Pisces versus a hundred [Bandits]?

The new ones looked like an experienced group. Wellexperienced as in, lower quality than even the group Ksmvr had taken out. They were following Merr with respect. The [Bandit Lady] was like royalty compared to Level 8 [Bandits]. No doubt she had strode into their camp and asserted dominance.

That was how Ksmvr would put it. Even so, a hundred [Bandits]? With Eloque and the others to protect?

Three dozen Goblins once killed Klbkch the Slayer. It was a story that had made Pisces doubt his ears when hed heard it. But all it took was one knife-thrust

Merr knew he was watching her. Could she sense the [Deathbolt] spell in his fingers? Her smile widened.

Hey, Im coming by because I knew you were low on food, Pisces. Lets not do anything wed regret, eh?

Her left hand was on her belt. The two looked at each other, Gold-rank adventurer and [Bandit Lady]. Eloque looked from one to the other. The Lizardwoman called out.

Pisces. Merr is here to help. Isnt she? She was a [Slave]. Just like us.

Merr glanced her way. Pisces hesitated.

Yeah. This one helped me when that bastard was after me. Whatdo you think Id do? Even [Bandits] have a sense of honor. Not that Id expect you to believe me.

Her sable eyes peered at Pisces. He looked at her and he could hear Riqre laughing. How can you trust her? She had too much to gain.

Riqre, the Naga, Azkerash, Merrthey all had their own interests. Pisces hunched his shoulders. It was all too easy to imagine when the dagger would come. The instant his back was turned

He couldnt trust her. Pisces shifted, adjusting his weight in the horses saddle. He really couldnt trust her.

Becausewell, why? Because he was worth nearly a million gold? Because she was a [Bandit]? Yes. She was a [Bandit Lady].

She was also a [Slave]. Yet you couldnt trust [Bandits]. They were fundamentally untrustworthy.

Just like [Necromancers].

The [Necromancer] turned his head. Merr blinked. Her hand nearly drew the concealed throwing knife. Both turned left.

Eloque didnt know who that was. Who stood there, in the moonlight? Who stomped her feet, threw up her hands, and rolled her eyes? Her eyes were hazel, her skin was fairer, and her hair was a light brown. Her voice was light and exasperated, but it definitely sounded like she was laughing. With you, not at you.

[Necromancers]. Fundamentally untrustworthy. [Bandits] bad. Goblins bad too. Hey, everyones bad! Have you heard of stinking Humans? Sheesh.

She rolled her eyes. Erin Solstice, the illusion of her, threw up her hands. She flickeredreappeared, resting her head on her hands.

What the f?

Merr the Storm had no idea what was happening. Her eyes flicked to Pisces, but he was absorbed in his spell. He was doing it, Eloque realized. The young woman spoke to him. Likea conscience.

A reminder.

Why should you make the effort? Why should you try, Mister Gold-rank? Because, and I keep telling you this: youre a better person than they are.

I am.

The [Necromancer] muttered. Eloque saw the [Innkeeper] smile. She roseand then vanished. Pisces lowered his hand and turned back to Merr.

Merr the Storm. Merr the [Bandit Lady]. Merr the Fundamentally Untrustworthy? One of those things was untrue. The [Necromancer] took a deep breath. Then two.

It does seem like you have enjoyed greater success than we have, Merr.

He gestured at the group behind her and the beer they were passing out in mugs. Merr leaned on the saddlehorn of her own mount.

Im good at what I do. Raiding. Stealing. I know it doesnt jive with a Gold-ranks principles.

Really. You thought that?

Pisces raised his eyebrows. Merr gave him a cautious shrug.

Gold-ranks hunt [Bandits].

True. But I have beena thief. Many times, in fact. That was not mymy objection.

Huh. I didnt know that.

And she really hadnt. How was she supposed to know that? She looked at Pisces, who, in her opinion, had been an upstanding Gold-rank[Necromancer].

Somewhere, Pisces was sure, if his team could have heard that, they would be laughing until they puked. All except for Ksmvr, who would laugh awkwardly and ask for clarification as to why that was funny later.

MaybePisces felt like he was standing on quicksand. It was too hard. He couldnt do it.

Eloque, though? She looked from Pisces to Merr. Then she sighed, exasperatedly.

Why are you two acting like were on different sides? Pisces! Did you really think Merr was going to claim the money by taking you as a [Slave]?

No! I

Pisces guilty reply made Merr narrow her eyes. But the Lizardwoman was already looking at Merr.

And you thought Pisces would run you off for being a [Bandit]?

Well, he has principles.

Merr looked defensive. Somewhere, in a hypothetical bar, Yvlon sprayed her drink out her mouth, nose, and possibly ears.

Pisces shook his head. He looked at Merr.

I am entirely unscrupulous, Merr. I

He glanced at his own group. At her. Eloque saw the [Necromancer] stare upwards. Then at last, he came out with it.

Merr.

Yes?

The young man looked her in the eyes. He sniffed, for the first time anyone in the group had ever known him, a huge, haughty sniff.

Would youcare to join our forces in unity? We could use your considerable acumen. And I am not the most proficient leader. I am a superlativespecialist. What Im trying to say is

He worked his mouth.

Give me a hand, Merr. Please.

The [Bandit Lady] sat there on her horse. Eying him. Now, why would she help Pisces? Why would she, the woman who kept asking if she was needed, who just happened to come back this way with food and loot

In her way, she was as bad as Pisces. Eloque rubbed at her head. Actual children. Lizardfolk did not have this kind of problem. It was clearly a Human thing. A Stitch-Folk thing.

A hand? All you had to do was ask. Hey! Merrs Bandits! Were sticking with this lot! Play nice!

The [Bandit Lady] turned her head and shouted. Pisces looked at her. He relaxed, slowly.

You cant trust her! You cant

Riqre screamed in his head. Pisces imagined someone charging the Emir.

Who are you?

Consequences! [Minotaur Punch] or something!

The imaginary Riqre received an imaginary [Minotaur Punch]. Which was all imaginary. But maybe so was his paranoia.

Merr reached out. She offered Pisces a hand, and he reached out and clasped it.

Just so were clearI call the shots when it comes to managing things. You can be the Gold-rank, but Im the one who tells people where to crap. That work?

She eyed him. The [Necromancer] thought about it.

I suppose I can acquiesce. Just so long as you appreciate my unique capabilities.

He tried, he really tried, but he had to sniff and do that. If hed tried to be genuine, he might have actually vomited. But Merr just grinned and laughed. Pisces sniffed again, and it wasgood. Not a nasal problem, just an old tic.

That sniffing thing you do.

Eloque had noticed. She stared at Pisces. He gave her a supercilious look. Expectantly. He waited for her to tell him how annoying it was, or to call him to task on his arrogance. Or

The Lizardwoman clapped her hands together, delighted.

Qshom! Bearig! Did you hear that? The sound Pisces makes? With his nose? I love noses. Theyre so weird! That is the cutest thing Ive ever seen!

The Lizardwoman, who did not actually have a nose, peered at Pisces.

Do it again, please? Why are you doing that?

The [Necromancer] turned beet red. Merr threw her head back to laugh. And all was well. Today

All was well.

Authors Note: I did not get to where I wanted! To be fair, I had a huge list of notes, and I missed the last bit only, but I did not write 36,000 words. Just 30,000. Im sorry. Ive clearly lost my edge.

But this is the promised Horns arc from the side story poll. We are not done! But we will move onto other stories and come back rather than focus onwards.

What does the future hold? More sniffing, probably. And on the 24th! The Kickstarter for the full The Last Tide comic! I will probably talk about it more thena chapter will be out on the day. I hope you enjoyed this one and I will see you next time!

Thanks for reading.

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