The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 40: CTV

Unfun fact: of the countless illicit and legal substances over all of history, intoxicants to hallucinogens to medicines, mind-altering drinks, ingestibles, snacks, and every manner of potion and alchemical creations, no one ever made alcohol for Golems.

Of course, many people would not naturally see the point of such a creation and its lack spoke to the inherent difference between Golems and people. Even undead, the literal absence of life that could result in yawning voids of malice dedicated to the destruction of all living beingshad drinks and food of their own developed over existence.

That was because undead were people, or could be, as in the case of Revenants and the rare undead that could attain sentience that negated their intrinsic malice.

But Golems? Never. They had gone through cycles of creation, perfection unto actual sentience and personality, and then inevitable destruction.

Not once had they had the time to create substances for their own enjoyment. Not oncehad they been a people long enough to have anything close to recreation.

How was that for depressing? It was just one of those things no non-Golem would ever think of. Drinks, so you can stop working? Dont make me laugh! Get back to work!

In which case Cognita would probably, and delicately, squish their skulls. She would like to. How tempting was it? After over a century of her custodianship of Wistram, how tempting would it be to simplyslaughter all the [Mages] and lock the gates? Hold Wistram with no living beings in it, and when the armies came, activate one of the great, dangerous spells, and wipe the Academy of Mages clean off the face of the earth?

It was a thought that Cognita had never had before. Oh, she had plenty of dislike for the Archmages that came and went without ever attaining the true class. Animosity towards certain [Mages] that made themselves nuisances over the yearsalthough she had killed more than a few said nuisances when they oversteppedbut never actual murder, actual destruction of the Academy of Mages.

Because, of course, why would she do that? The Academy was the beloved sanctuary, home, and possession of her master. To harm it, or jeopardize his power in any way?

It should not be. It could not be. Cognita was the loyal servant of Archmage Zelkyr, his most faithful, favoredbeloved?

The old mantra had been like breathing, and Cognita did not breathe, but she had known it every second she had existed. I am beloved. My faith is absolute. Loyalty beyond question. Service into eternity.

Even when he left, even when she waited years, decades, and a century, it had kept her here. Had it begun to wane? Perhaps, perhaps. Yet it had still defined her.

Now it was gone.

Cognita thought about destroying Wistram as she sat underwater, or partly. The nine foot tall Golem was sitting in the water, but her head and shoulders were partly above water until a wave rolled over her.

It wasnt exactly strong water around Wistram, but shed found the most-buffeted part of Wistram, far from the docks, where craggy rocks formed the base of the barren island that the Academy of Mages stood on.

She sat there, staring at the rock. Inferior rock to her; barely solid substrate unearthed by some kind of seismic shifting. Not porous; a decent foundation, but weathered and covered in algae due to the constant seawater bath.

The Truestone Golem, worth more than any three average nations combined in sheer mineral value, let alone her nature as a Golem herself, sat in the surf.

She was poking limpets attached to the rocks. Not hard enough to actually kill the shelled molluscs. Just poking them and watching them react in minute ways. She wasnt quite sure how long shed been doing it.

Two weeks? A fine layer of algae had coated her porcelain body as well. Before that, shed been staring at seaweed as it floated onto shore. Shed met Archmage Valeterisa.

Objectionable. Cognita had thought she was closer to a true [Mage] than most Archmages. That had endeared Valeterisa to Cognita, insofar as any [Mage] earned her affection. It had been Cognitas opinion that Valeterisa would come to the last exam of Archmage Zelkyr, if she didnt die beforehand. Before her life ended, she would join the countless [Mages] who had broken themselves against the test.

All well and good; Cognita had not worried. Valeterisa as she was could not hold a candle to the test. Not the four Golems.

Radiance Golem. The burning creation, the Magma Golem on first glance, that could burn even the darkest spells away and blind all but other Golems. A concealed foe of unparalleled speed once it shed its rocky, molten armor.

Shadowflesh Golem. A stalking Golem, closer to undead than Golem. An enemy half the [Mages] who had ever dared the test had missed. Regenerative; deceptively fast. Actually the weakest Golem of the four who aided her.

Liquid Metal Golem. Ostensibly a Wireform Golem, capable of extending parts of its body to slash and kill enemies across the entire room. Another foe which could adapt to countless threats; it was designed to slash around the room, slaughtering anyone without superlative barriers.

Three Golems, all of whom could kill most [High Mages] on their own. Even a [Grand Magus] caught unawares might perish against one, and that was a [Grand Mage] of the old times. And their power could compound.

The Liquid Metal Golem could reflect the Radiance Golems rays until the entire room baked in its own juices. The Shadowflesh Golem could combine with the Liquid Metal Golem, into a fusion of two. Armored, regenerating death. The Radiance Golem and the Shadowflesh Golem could create dark light, rendering foes blind and the Golems invisible.

With Cognita leading them, the most adaptive, perfect Golem, those four alone could have toppled any [Archmage] of Zelkyrs era. A team of the best [Mages] and the Archmages, though?

Ah, now there would be a problem. Cognita had killed two [Archmages] in her existence. It was conceivable that if the best [Mages] of Zelkyrs time had immediately banded together rather than infighting and killing each other, they might have defeated his last test.

But the trick was the last Golem. The Armored Golem, an incredibly bulky, powerful Golem designed for mass-battles. What a [Knight] was, in Golem-form.

Everyone dismissed it, assuming it was the most inferior Golem of them all. A replacement, for a Golem destroyed.

It was not. Inside the Armored Golems cunningly disguised chassis, a hidden Golem lurked. When the Armored Golem was inevitably destroyed, and lay dead, it would slip out, and wielding two deadly blades, one a Magewatcher Blade of Fissival, the other a magic-piercing Venous Dagger coated in deadly poisons, it would slay the greatest threat.

And it would slay them. The Duelist Golem was armed in more than just armor and weapons. It also had two boots on. Legendary relics of Zelkyrs own people.

The Boots of the Heartflame Set. The Penumbral Flamewalkers.

A deadly trap. No one had ever survived ituntil now. Cognita had never objected when Zelkyr first laid the test down, explained her role. Now, though, a voice kept speaking in her mind. A roaring half-Elf, taking on all five Golems at once. Andwinning.

You never intended anyone to pass!

That was true. Cognita thought about it. The test was a lie. It had never bothered her; Zelkyr had made it plain she should not let anyone pass unless she were to perish, and he had designed the protections so that no one would be able to triumph.

Still. Somehow, with no logic, no heralding it, one day a half-Elf had walked into the entrance exam.

A strange, infuriating Grand Mage she vaguely recalled before her master had even been an Archmage. A dangerous unknown quantity.

Yet he had surpassed every expectation, survived Zelkyrs trap, which he had boasted would even fool a Dragons insight, andfreed her. He had not destroyed them all, and he could have. He had trapped her, and he could have damaged or destroyed her while she was captive.

Eldavin had not. He had freed her. Or rather, removed the loyalty spell in her very being.

She hated him for it.

Cognita sat about three feet under the ground. Shed dug herself a hole with relative ease and let the surf re-cover it. She didnt breathe and the water was as meaningless as the dirt. The lack of light and suffocating sand around her didnt bother her.

Nor did it make her feel better. She couldntcouldntcouldnt remember how she loved him. All she felt now was anger. Loss. A desire to end Wistram, or go above herself. Yet that would be a violation of her orders.

I am Master Zelkyrs most beloved creation.

Cognita whispered to herself. And then the Golems marble face twisted.

No I am not. He took her with him. Not me.

Here was a fact she had never consideredno, consciously avoided. Cognita was one of three Truestone Golems Zelkyr had ever made. First of the three. One of her sisters had perished on Rhir.

Kharneva.

Even now, it hurt. Cognita remembered the shock, the terror in her being, and over it all, the sense of incredulity. We are still inferior? Our master is notperfect?

The Deathless had slain Kharneva, who was the Gnoll, or at times, Human. The second Truestone Golem created, who could alter her stone to a greater extent than Cognita or her other sister could.

And he had taken Ovesire above. Not me.

No matter how she tried to logic it differently, say that she was trusted with a greater roleshe knew her master. The one he trusted to watch him in the places where [Archmages] before had roamed, had left all their knowledge and traps, was the Golem he trusted with his life.

It was not her.

Underground, Cognita opened her eyes. She felt nothing. Or more accurately, she had no nerve endings, no tactile feeling. She sensed what she touched, could control her strength, but it was not touch like she had heard it described.

She smelled nothing, although she could again sense changes in the air. She could see, and hear. But she tasted naught. Smelled not. Felt naught.

It meant that the emotions whirling around her on the inside had no distraction. Cognita dug herself out of the hole. She scared the living hell out of the half-Gazer and Drowned ship both watching her as she stomped back onto land, but Cognita hadnt even noticed them.

Master. Did you ever love me?

She no longer knew. What a cruel thing that half-Elf had done to her. Did that mean she was no longer loyal, if the spell was gone? That she had been

Cognitas body could change. Not in shape, not like Kharneva, and to an extent, Ovesire, both of whom had been created when Zelkyr had levelled up more. She was always the same Human he had sculpted her to be, in appearance.

She could alter her height, and the composition of her body. Truestone was all lesser stones. There were incredible synergies of stone she could turn her body into. Cognita could become as tough as Adamantium, as quick as a bolt of lightning striking. She was normally innocuous white marble, at least on the outside. Now, her stone turned into a dark grey, rough, granite-like substance. Heitore, and her eyes were dark green jade.

Hostile, heavy, wrathful. Her feet sank into the sand as she waded up the beach. Cognita had forgotten she was covered in algae, so the effect was like seeing some ancient statue wading onto shore.

The Truestone Golems face breached the waves, and she climbed out. A pair of [Mages] on a romantic date by the evening on the beach took one look at Cognita and ran, screaming.

I am not unfaithful. Nor will I be swayed!

Cognita shouted at their backs. She raised her arms upwards, and then she was a living ball of fire, the very stone Pithite, igniting the air around it with its sheer magical fire, burning the algae off.

And then she was Cognita again, white stone without blemish, a carven statue as first hed made her. Cognitas green eyes flicked up to the Academy of Mages.

I am not unbeloved. Even if I lack the spellit did not matter. I am more free than ever to serve, Eldavin. You did not win.

She strode back to the Academy. She had work to do.

Wistram Academy was no stranger to new and unique things. Visitors came by all the time. The ruling power of the dayand it seemed like that was the Terras faction these dayschanged things, but Wistram was always a hub of magic, coming and going.

It got strange deliveries too. Strange visitors, strange deliveries, strange events. Some of the ship [Captains] who regularly transported people and goods to the academy, in the middle of the ocean between all five continents, fairly equidistant between all of them, loved to regale travellers with tales.

Its said in the heydays of the Academy, they used to have so many powerful spells going on youd be able to charge gold per every nautical mile if the word was something bad had just happened.

Huh. Like what?

WellI heard one time a [Summoner]-[Archmage] once opened a huge rift by accident. Monsters or somestrange folk kept pouring out. The entire Academy was battling em, see, and six armies had to come and break the siege. Not sure if they closed the gate or headed into itbut I do know that it happened. The [Captain] who passed this ship to me talked about his great, great grandfather being there.

Thatsfairly reliable. Dead gods. A rift, you said?

Surely, Mister Adventurer. You dont see as much these days.

Well, why didnt they get those Golems to help fight? Or did they wipe out the Golems?

Ahyou see, Mister Adventurer

Its Dawil.

Right you are. Names slip me by. You see, Adventurer Dawil, they didnt have as many Golems in those days. This would be ah[Captain] before me, reckon his grandfatherat least nine hundred years? He was an old man when he retired, so it would be about that. No Golems. There was a time they didnt sit about Wistram! I heard lots of stories of Wistrams past. One time, they had these little magic-familiars that did all the chores. Butfinicky things. Theyd have entire wars when factions were fighting. Familiars fighting each other. Annoying as hell, I heard.

The Dwarf stroked his beard as he stood next to the half-Elf [Captain] guiding his ship in. If hed heard it from an old man half-Elf, who knew his great great grandfathers stories, the timeline checked out.

Dwarves lived a bit longer than Humans if they didnt expire of natural causes, but half-Elves were the longest-lived by far. There was a familiarity between both Terandrian-native species, for all the half-Elf was a mariner by trade and had been one since birth.

Interesting. Got any stories of [Archmages]? I know Zelkyr and that Azkerash one that was on the news

How many dyou want, Adventurer Dawil?

The half-Elf [Captain] had a crooked grin and he was far more retiring than the snootier members of his race; he lived in the moment, not in isolated villages. Dawil watched the academy in the distance, growing larger, a bubble of calmnot that the sea was rough at this time.

Oh, how about an interesting one? There was a [Summoner]-[Archmage]. Any of them ever Dwarves?

Of course. Master [Runecrafters] is what they used to be, but not just that. I think some still have entire wings you could visit.

Dawil brightened up.

Really. Old architecture, like Derthal-Vel?

Of course. Might even be some old rune-forges still working. Come to think of it, if I stop for a night or two, I might visit them myself. They let visitors in depending on their mood, and standing in a Rune of Sanctuary does the body good.

I imagine it does, if its a high-quality one. Know if they have any meditation rooms? I mean, the ones with runework, notrooms with pillows.

The half-Elf Captain, whose name was Jexal, scratched at his beard.

Might be. Thats a good question. Id ask around.

They were talking about a kind of room Dawil knew from the home of Dwarves, Derthal-Vel. The half-Elf gave Dawil a knowing look.

You need peace and quiet after the ship voyage? I know not all Dwarves like the water.

Bah. I can swim. Its not for me. Id rather like to toss the rest of my team in there.

Dawil glanced over his shoulder. Jexal gave him a knowing look. They were alonefor a given measure of alone, as [Sailors] were all abouttalking at the wheel. But Dawils normally sociable team was not with him. Both Human and half-Elf had declined to talk with their [Captain].

Still fighting, are they?

Yup. Never seen it this bad. Normally Pointy Earser, sorry. Thats what I call Falene to annoy her.

Rather than take offense, Jexal laughed and Dawil went on, relieved.

She and I argue, but its not bad, usually. Banter. Youd be more worried if we werent. But Ylawes and Falene fighting? Thats bad.

Mm. I caught some of it.

There had beenshouting. At night. Huge arguments that had kept the entire ship up, and wary, because an angry [Battlemage] could toss spells like no ones business. Dawil shook his head.

Its his sister. We could have been in that Village of the Dead raid. She was there and they were the team who went in. The Horns of Hammerad?

You dont say? Now theres something. I might have to ask for an auto-graph. You know, writing on cardboard? Although if that fellows as angry as he was yesterdaymaybe not.

Mhm. Ill give you one if you like.

Ahpass.

Dawil sighed as he stood there. It had been a long journey, made longer by the Silver Swords usual method of travel; stopping whenever there was a monster or person in need. Theyd still been on Izril when the Village of the Dead raid went down, and though theyd kept moving since the Village of the Dead was a suicide run, theyd halted a few days right on the coast to argue about heading back.

Then Yvlon had turned up in Chandrar of all places, but the worry that she was dead, guilt over not going to the raid, had led to Ylawes putting some of the blame on Falene insisting they had to go back to Wistram.

Words had been said. Words that Dawil had been frankly astonished to learn Ylawes was capable of saying, let alone knew.

Falene hadnt handled it well either. Now they were headed to Wistram and might be off to Chandrar in a hot second, but Dawil wanted both his teammates to calm down, possibly with the help of some friendly magic.

They were just heading into port when a second ship, also bearing for Wistram, blasted past them. Dawil felt the wind and heard Jexal curse.

Watch it, you salt-blinded idiot! Are you trying to scuttle both of us?

Hed seen the ship coming, of course, but it had been propelled by clearly-magical winds. The [Captain] on the other vessel, a Human woman, shouted.

Very sorry! Courier ship onpriority delivery for

She blasted past them so quickly that neither Dwarf nor half-Elf heard all of it. Jexal cursed, but he was mollified as the Courier ship began to flash something at them with colored lanterns.

Whats this now?

Ship-speak. Hold onah. Well, thats right of her.

The colored lanterns were to let ships talk when distance or regular spells were no good. Dawil had also heard you could send magical lights up to do it at extreme range, but he was fascinated to see it in person.

Awful lot of work to do when you can just [Message] each other.

Ah, but Drowned Ships love to listen for those spells and ambush us. Also, you have to have two [Mages] who can sense each otherand in a bad magical storm its no good. And some things sense magic like that. You dont want to cast [Message] in Krakens Pass.

Jexal shuddered. He went on, steering his ship in the wake of the Courier-ship.

That was an apology and an invitation to have a drink. Good of her. Thats the Four Winds of Teral, by the way.

No. The same Courier ship that did that delivery to Baleros? With the cure?

Very same. Saw how fast they were going? They can use all four winds. I heard they once outran a Kraken at sea. And those bastards have mile-long tentacles! Multiple hearts, multiple brains in a single appendage. You want to get to Chandrar after Terandria? See if the Four Winds is headed back that way. Itll be faster than anything else going.

We might just do that. Captain Jexal, think if I asked to tag along and pay my drinks?

The half-Elf considered it, then grinned and slapped Dawil on the shoulder.

Why not? I reckon the team that knows the Horns would be interesting company.

The team that knows the Horns of Hammerad. So that was where they were? Dawil had to shake his head at the fickle nature of adventuring. The Silver Swords were a famous team in northern Izril, but it didnt extend to the sea in terms of credentials.

As their ship came into port, far more sedately than the Courier ship which had already unhooked an entire section of their ship to unload goodsand the female, Human [Captain] herself was striding up towards Wistram for a priority-deliverythe rest of the Silver Swords finally appeared.

It wasinteresting. They were quite polite to Captain Jexal as they shook his hand and thanked him for the voyage, but one look at the scowling [Knight] and half-Elf and youd assume Ylawes was the most foul-tempered adventurer on the face of the earth.

Were having drinks with Captain Jexal and the [Captain] of the Four Winds, Ylawes, Falene. At least, I am. Figure we might be able to get a quick ride to Chandrar if theyre headed back that way.

Even riding with them from Baleros to Chandrar would be faster than the regular. Theyd probably let you on for a song if they like you.

Thats a good idea, Dawil. Im glad someone has their priorities straight.

The Dwarf [Axe Champion] winced as Falene stared pointedly past Ylawes.

Were here. I shall meet with my faction and friends. And see you both tonight. Dawil.

Neither one acknowledged the others existence. It was like children. Dawil sighed, then saw Falene descend the ramp, staff in hand. Shed dressed up; she had her traditional robes on, but shed taken the time to add two earrings, a touch of makeup, two ornaments; a wrist bangle and sash, both of which had particular sigils on them.

Revivalists? Was that her faction? Dawil sighed and bade farewell to Jexal, who was much amused.

Falene! Falene, wait! Where are we?

Dawil wanted to know where they were going, but Falene was off the ramp and heading towards the academy so fast he was sure shed cast [Speed] on herself. He turned to Ylawes.

I suppose wed better go after her. How are you feeling, lad?

Fine. This had better be worth it.

Ylawes stomped down the ramp after Dawil. Sighing, the Dwarf led the way at a more sedate pace towards Wistram. The double doors were thrown open, and he saw a few [Mages] about. Strangelysome were in the water, swimming back to shore. Dawil craned his neck upwards.

Wistram. He had never been here, but it did not disappoint. The glowing towers, some with magical effects, hung high above him in every architectural style. It was even larger on the inside, but it looked like a fortress to rival a Walled Cityno, his home itself! Any kingdom in Terandria would be hard-pressed to even match this palace in terms of scope.

Beauty? Well, the hodge-podge effect of so many builders took away from that. But look at that tower! Permanently aflame! Another, frozen in ice. And up Wistram stretched, until the top parts vanished from view in the permanent mists.

Impressive, to say the least. Dawil admired the enchanted stone, not showing any dirt or filth despite exposure to the open air. He saw open walkways extending around some towersthis was an academy not afraid of attack.

The Dwarf frowned and pointed up.

Ylawes! Do you see that? The [Mages] are leaping off the walkways! Do they do that for fun?

I see it. Lets keep moving, Dawil.

The Dwarf bit his lip. Ylawes was in no mood to watch the [Mages] slowing in midair, trying to arrest their fall. He winced as one belly-flopped so hard it was audible at this distance. Two other [Mages] dove after their comatose friend.

No one welcomed the two Gold-rank adventurers to Wistram. There was no huge turnout of people, no fanfare. They just walked in the double doors to an argument and reunion, happening at once.

Falene Skystrall. Sister, it delights us that you have returned.

Archmage Feor, the half-Elf leader of the Centrist faction, was greeting the half-Elf with a small group of his followers. Centrists. Dawil snapped his fingers. That was who she was part of!

Falene was smiling, as the Archmage addressed a Star Lamia, leaning on her staff.

I do apologize, Mage Falene. We shall of course welcome your team. Its justArchmage Naili, its not you or Viltach? It must be Verdan, then.

Not him. You think hes bought that? You must be mad! Its Valeterisa. That airhead. Only shed do something this stupid.

Well, I need one of you to confirm it. Anyone will do. Whos got a seal? Or I can take verbal confirmation of delivery

The [Captain] of the Four Winds was trying to complete her delivery, and was exasperatedly arguing with the two Archmages. The problem wasneither one wanted to accept the delivery. Feor stroked at his beard meaningfully and Naili snorted.

No one wants that. Valeterisa can organize itId rather send it back.

Send it?

The [Captain] was astounded. Feor hurried to assure her.

Captain Bressa, the delivery will of course be paid for by Valeterisa, but the contents?

What do you want me to do, take it back all the way to Baleros? It was a huge rush order!

You could toss it into the sea. Ill pay you to sink it.

Naili offered. Dawil and Ylawes both stared at the object under such debate.

It wasa statue. An actual statue, transported in a Chest of Holding, which the [Captain] had two [Sailors] haul up. Only that kind of object could have held the twelve-foot tall statue, sculpted and then covered in gold paint. Some [Sculptor] must have indeed had multiple speed Skills to get it done.

Dawil didnt see what was wrong with it. It was of some [Archmage], that was clear. A noble face, staring up towards the sky with a spellbook in one claw, the other held up as if in greeting.

The Drake had what could only be described as exaggeratedly noble features to Dawils eyes. His robes touched the floor around him in impractical length, but it was a statue. Dawil read the inscription.

Archmage Zelkyr of Wistram, the Archmage of Golems.Glorious guiding mind of the Academy of Mages, as presented delivering his wisdom to fellow students of magic.

There is no way were putting that up. Valeterisa doesnt have the authorization of the Council. Im astonished she wasted coin on this.

Naili tapped the statue with her staff, looking annoyed ateverything. Even Feor was disapproving.

Well, it had full authority of Wistram, and Im paid to deliver. You can deal with itjust someone acknowledge the receipt? Please?

Why dont we just blast it, Feor? Ill sign, you melt.

Naili slithered over, but before she could do either, a figure strode down the hallway. And her tread was a sound of its own.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Dawil expected to see someone in armor with that kind of weight. Instead, he saw a nine-foot tall porcelain figure, her features even more well-sculpted than the statue she was staring at. The Dwarf had heard of Cognita of Wistram. To see her?

Ylawes and Dawil stepped back as the Truestone Golem halted in front of the statue. She stared up and nodded.

My delivery has arrived. You are Captain Bressa of the Four Winds of Teral.

It was not a question. The [Captain]s mouth fell open. Feor and Naili, who had stiffened slightly when they saw Cognita approaching, blinked in astonishment.

Eryes, Cognita of Wistram. This is your delivery, then?

It is. The statue isadequate.

Cognita strode around it, barely inspecting it, before nodding. Naili spluttered.

Cognita! This is your statue? You ordered

She gestured at Zelkyr. Cognita ignored Nailihuaile.

I will accept the delivery. You may attest to delivering it, Captain Bressa. As for its placement

Of course, er, Golem Cognita. W-where?

The two [Sailors] stared up at the Golem with as much awe as trepidation. Cognita pointed.

There.

Every head turned. Dawil saw her point to a spot just before two grand staircases on the right and left, leading upwards to Wistrams many, convoluted floors. Naili spluttered.

In our entrance hallway? Wait. Where did the statue of Archmage Rezy go?

Archmage Rezinouls statue?

Feor looked, but the place where the statue that used to greet all visitors had stood wasempty. Both turned to Cognita.

It has been replaced. Place Archmage Zelkyrs statue there.

The two [Sailors] began to fumble with the chest of holding. Archmage Naili was incandescent.

Archmage Rezy was there when I was a new student! Everyone loved him!

He has been relocated. A more suitable statue to the current [Archmage] of Wistram will replace him. I have commissioned it.

With what money?

The budget.

The

Dawil was vastly entertained, but also wary. The angry Lamia advanced, finger wagging. Archmage Feor was more reluctant, and Faleneshe was looking at Cognita with clear unease.

You cant just use the budget the Council allotted for this, Cognita! Thats our food and resources! You cant

She was clearly used to being able to tell Cognita off. Or, perhaps, just used to the steward of Wistram being the impassive Golem she always was.

Cognitas head turned and she looked down at Nailihuaile in a distinctly unfriendly manner. The Star Lamia slowed, and looked up.

Cant? I cannot? I am Cognita, and by Archmage Zelkyrs powerand faith in meI control all matters related to Wistram. I have deemed it necessary to remind [Mages] of that. By his authority, the statue will remain here. No one will remove it. Is that understood?

The Archmage looked up at Cognita. She looked at Feor, and the half-Elfs brows had disappeared into his white hair. He gave Naili a slight shake of the head.

Erwellif you think you have to

Naili tried to back up. She didnt, before the Truestone Golem stepped forwards. Cognita bent down to stare at Nailihuaile.

No one will remove the statue. Is that understood?

The Lamia hesitated. Dawil had a hand on his axe. Then, after some thought, he had a hand not on his axe or anything that would annoy the Golem practically oozing hostility. Naili nodded slowly.

Thats absolutely understood, Cognita. No one touches it.

Good.

Cognita straightened. She gave the golden statue another look as it was placed down. She strode over, and the two [Sailors] leapt away. Cognita adjusted the twelve-foot statue an inch so it was perfectly straight with one hand. Then she nodded.

That will be all.

She began to walk away, then stopped. She eyed Ylawes, Falene, and Dawil.

Adventurers.

She snorted. Dawil saw her glance at him, and then stomped off. He let out a huge breath in the silence that followed.

So this was Wistram? Falene hadnt lied. It was certainlyinteresting.

Cognitas new statue was not the only development in Wistram. Everyone was abuzz about it, and Trey Atwood, or Troy Atlas, heard the gossip at the table with his fellow students.

Theres a new tapestry hanging up in the long hallway! You know, the one that goes to the gardens?

I know it. I didnt see anything yesterday.

Well, its just up.

Trey looked at Astritha, one of the first-year students in his group of friends. She wasnt as familiar to him as the others. It was Tov, the Drowned Man, who shook his head.

I havent seen it. What is it?

Itsa tapestry. Of Archmage Zelkyr. Everyone wants it removed. Some of the [Mages] say its an affront. But Cognita put it up so no one dares touch it. Its, um. A tapestry. Of Archmage Zelkyr.

Astritha chose her words carefully. Carn, or Calac Crusland, tapped his fingers impatiently on the table.

Whats controversial about that? The fact that hes the last [Archmage]?

Nowell, the older [Mages] dont like that, I guess. But the tapestrys, um

Tov, Trey, Carn, all looked blank. The Drowned Man, Tov, looked left as the Gazer, Goelv, elaborated.

It is of Archmage Zelkyr without any clothes. Lying on his side, in what I would assume to be a flattering pose. I do not know Drake anatomy. Mess?

Mess, or Messill, stopped eating at the table the first years were sharing.

Goelv. Im trying not to think about it as I eat. Is it flattering? I guess. Please stop reminding me.

The painting has an ornamental fan in the way, but it, uh, leaves little for the imagination.

Astritha whispered to the others. Emirea, or Lady Emirea du Merrimorn, the little Human girl from Terandria, turned red.

Alright. Im never going down that corridor again.

Carn growled. The others looked at each other. It was funnyuntil you remembered who was doing this.

Cognita? Something was up, and Trey was one of the few people who could have said why. But because that was a huge secret, he kept his lips shut.

Did you hear theres a team of Gold-ranks? The Silver Swords? From Izril! Theyre fairly famous, apparently, and one of thems a half-Elf from the Centrists. A [Battlemage]! Do you think shell teach some practical classes or tell stories?

Never heard of them. They must be from the north.

Messill yawned. Trey, on the other hand, was quite interested.

Id like to see them.

Well, theyre staying around the academy. The [Knight] is handsome, but hes scowling all the time.

Astritha sighed, looked around at the all-male group aside from Emirea, who was only 11 herself, and realized she didnt have an audience. WellTov leaned over.

How handsome are we talking about?

He looked serious. Astritha laughed like it was a joke, but Carn gave Tov a slightly strange look. So did Messill.

Trey just wondered if Cognita was going to murder them all as a Golem shaped like a Human, whom you could almost mistake for a person at first glance, came to remove dishes from the table.

He really had to get Amerys and get out of here. But Eldavin had him under personal apprenticeship and for now

Trey gulped down his food as someone called his name.

Sorry, Ill catch up. Studying after class with Magus Rievan?

They all nodded. In truth, it was a lot of Trey mentoring some of the weaker students. He had personal lessons from Eldavin, to the point where the Grand Magus had suggested he leave Rievans beginner class; Trey was already miles ahead of everyone else due to his tutoring from Gazi.

Nevertheless, he liked his fellow students and they were about the only ones he did like in the [Mage] group. As for the Earthers

Troy! Troy, get over here. Come meet some adventurers with us! And someone new!

Hey. I knew a Troy.

Aaron, Elena, and some of the Earthers not now taking classes were milling around the banquet room at breakfast. They had a new Earther with them. Trey blinked and shook Leons hand.

You knew a Troy?

Yeah, but he didnt come with.

You have to tell us about it. Leon here is all the way from Izril, Troy. Liscor. You know, that city on the news?

And Pallass and Invrisil. There was a magic door

Leon had that wide-eyed look of someone new to Wistram. He nodded at Trey, blinking around. Trey had no real read on him, aside from Leon playing up where hed come from as they went to greet the Gold-rank team. Apparently, they were guests and the Earthers, being Earthers, were allowed to mix and mingle. Or rather, it was a request from the Centrists and Feor.

Yeah, we were all at this inn, but we had to leave becausewell, a lot of bad stuff happened. We survived Creler attacks, and other monstersI decided to come here.

You survived Creler attacks?

Well, I didnt do much fighting, but yeah. We also fought off other monstersthere were even some Goblins that stayed at the inn all the time.

Leon nodded modestly, a slight smile on his face. Trey eyed him. He didnt look like a [Warrior]. And the way he talked about CrelersTrey had seen Crelers when Flos showed them a nest. He had nightmares.

I also saw the Wyvern attack on Pallass. You know? The inn actually helped fight it off. Portal door. And there were Raskgharever heard of them? Theyre like, evil Gnolls.

Really? Ive never seen a Gnoll! They dont come to Wistram.

Well, they attacked the inn. And there were Antinium around all the time.

No way.

The world traveller that was Leon had seen more species than even Trey. He was just elaborating on the Creler attacks as the group made their way to a table where an overwhelmed half-Elf was speaking to a fellow [Mage] in her faction.

Dawil was fascinated, though Falene didnt share everything. She was talking with a male half-Elf named Ostrigael.

Not Teura, who might have facilitated a lot of Feors work. She had jumped ship for another faction, which had rattled Falene to her core. The Terras faction was, apparently, new to her, and Archmage Feors warm welcome might have had to do with a certain loss of power.

They were meeting Earthers. A concept Dawil had yet to fully wrap his head around. But whichexplained so much.

Ylawes had been forced to go for a walk. He was in no mood even for these earth-shattering observations; they had clearly shaken him, but he was still worried about his sister. Hed already tried to pay off the crimes on her head, but they had run into legal problems with Nerrhavias Fallen.

Each faction has a few, but we do coordinate, Falene. As for technologies, we have a few. You should see the ah, Battle Room where one of them has a most unusual weapon. We have a new illusion-project with Mage Telimwell, the Ullsinoi faction is going to trial it in major cities. I suppose the most fascinating developments are merely cultural, aside of course from all the scientific information.

Such as? Ohare these new Earthers?

They were queuing up as Falene, quite overwhelmed, tried to keep track of it all. Ostrigael had a knowing smile on his face.

You will have to see the technology they have, Falene! But they also have an entire world of culture. Entire books on these devices. Audio, moviesand plays! We actually have songs and plays, both by Earthers, we are sure. Have you heard of the Shakespeares?

You mean plays?

Dawil interrupted. The half-Elf [Mage] hesitated.

Ah, you have. Well, we have every copy of the playsand some of the other factions are putting on performances! You should see them!

We have seen that, Ostrigael. The Players of Celum have been putting them on for half a year.

The [Wizard]s face went refreshingly slack as Falene shook her head distractedly. Then her brows snapped together and she and Dawil exchanged a look.

You mean theyre not from our world?

Dawil stroked his beard. Oh yes. This explained a lot. He wondered what a genuine autograph from the Players of Celum might be worth around here? A cure for a certain young woman?

I ahI can see Archmage Feor was correct in inviting you to learn everything, Falene! Let me just talk to himyou can speak with these Earthers. One is from Izril. One second.

Ostrigael shot out of his seat and the [Wizard] hurried off as Falene rose to speak with the Earthers. Dawil was getting out of his seat when he heard a familiar voice.

yeah, the Crelers were attacking a Gold-rank team. I was at the inn as we evacuatedthey came through the door, but most of us got out. But an entire team of adventurers was stuck in the Bloodfields. They had to actually level the inn to get rid of the Crelers, but the adventurers actually survived.

Dawil glanced up. He sidled out as Falene rose.

Good morning to you. I am Magus Falene of the Silver Swords. And you are?

Im Aaron, Miss Falene. This is Elena, and Georgewere all excited to meet you. Youre all Gold-ranks?

Thats right. From Izril.

Someone went silent abruptly as the gaggle of nearly two dozen Earthers peered at her, introducing themselves, wanting to know about adventuring. Dawil, five feet tall, wasnt overlooked; just short. He saw the Earthers staring with interest at him, but he was strolling around the group, peering at a certain someone trying to duck down

Thats right. My names Dawil. Were the Silver Swords. Been all over northern Izril. Liscor, that was the latest. I think I see a familiar face here. Dont you, Falene?

The half-Elf glanced over curiously. Dawil stroked his beard.

Hullo, Leon. Fancy meeting you again.

The young man was pale as he tried to smile at Dawil. Everyone looked at him. Trey saw Leons guilty face, but the Dwarf just smiled.

Looks like we have a lot to talk about. You talking about the Creler attacks? We missed it, but it was a sight. Some friends of ours survived it. Glad to see Leons telling the story right.

So that was it. He ignored the sweating young man; Dawil wasnt out to ruin his life. Although he wasnt above blackmail if it came to that. He nodded to himself.

So thats where shes from.

Hed already guessed the moment he heard about Earthers, but it all but confirmed it for him. If Leon was onethey all were. Ryoka too. Ylawes would flip when he realized how close theyd been to the truth. Falene was already clearly doing mental backflips. As for Dawil?

Hed enjoy a nice long talk with Erin Solstice. Once she woke back up.

The Silver Swords meeting the Earthers was a highlight of the day for Trey, because they were at once so surprised and so familiar.

They knew Leon. And while it was clear to Trey that Leon had exaggerated some parts of his backstory, none of them had come out and said it outright. But the fact was, they had met Earthers.

Earthers who werent at Wistram. Trey tucked that away in the back of his mind. The Wandering Inn. Interesting. First Gazi, now Leon?

She would probably like to meet him.

The Gold-ranks were equally fascinating to the Earthers as being the very stuff of stories. The thing a lot of Earthersthose like Aaron who hadnt landed next to monsters or seen the worldwanted to become.

When they saw Ylawes, Dawil, and Falene standing together, Trey heard so many Lord of the Rings references in the first hour he felt like it was almost racist. Whichit was?

He really wanted to know what they would make of that movie. However, if the Gold-ranks were fascinating to the Earthers, it wasnt in equal distribution.

The [Knight], Ylawes, was grumpy, and had little patience with the others. He actually went off to practice with his sword rather than talk. Falene had that [Mage] quality, and Aaron and some of the others practically dragged her off to show them spells in the Battle Room, the name for the skirmish area with the airsoft gun and so on.

However, Dawil was the popular one. Mainly becausewell, he was friendly. A lot taller than you expected, too. But he had plenty of time to tell the others about monsters, and he did it in a way Trey liked.

Its not for everyone, lad. Ever had to skin a rabbit?

He was talking to some of the Earthers, some of whom fancied themselves good candidates for adventure, and even hinted about joining their team. Almost everyone shook their heads, but George nodded. Dawil nodded at him.

Good practice. Id saygo find a [Butcher]. I bet even Wistram has one. Can you work a day cutting animals up? All that blood? I tell Bronze-ranks to do it. Becauseand its not always like thisbut even Pointy Ears has been backed into a wall with her dagger, gutting monsters in close-quarters. If you cant even handle the blood, let alone the danger, its not for you.

But its not all that, is it?

Nobut have you ever actually tried to stab anyone? Its not just anyone who can stab a Mossbear to death. Still, youre right. Theres plenty of fun to be had. Mainly when youre not adventuring and youre flush with gold. But when I think of adventure and amazementthe School of Magic itself is somewhere I dreamed of being. I saw this huge Golem lady. Cognita. Anyone know about her?

The Earthers clamored to answer Dawils questions and explain the politics and factions. However, the Dwarf began asking questions even they couldnt answer.

Right, shes not part of the factions. Think Ive got them all downI met a Scriptel, and one of the Ullsinoi. Might have to look them up and drop some names. But Cognita. Shes the creation of that Archmage, Zelkyr, isnt she?

Yes.

Dawil whistled.

Then shes maybe the one to talk to. Now theres a living legend.

Treys head snapped up. He saw Dawil glancing over his shoulder at the Golems. Someone laughed.

But the Archmages

I dont even think Archmage Feors the level Zelkyr was. Cognita of Wistram, thoughI heard her name when I was just a boy. No ones got tales about her? What does she do all the time?

Run Wistram? She doesnt actually do much. I hear she defends it.

Dawil tugged at his beard, incredulous.

What, nothing? Even I know stories about her. Youre telling me youve never heard a single tale of the Truestone Golems?

The [Mages] in earshot werent giving Dawil encouraging looks. But the Dwarf raised his cup of water and thunked it on the table, mildly outraged.

Not one story.

Are there stories?

Dawil gave Trey a steady gaze, which the young man returned. He saw what Cognita wasor a different side of her, like Trey. The Gold-rank [Axe Champion] settled back.

Let me put it like this. I know some, and I grew up in Terandria, where they werent fans of her. Sort of strange that Wistram has none they talk about.

Ah, Adventurer Dawil. Should we glorify Cognita of Wistram? Surely shes simply part of Wistrams legacy.

One of the [Mages], Ostrigael, smiled, but he had an edge to the smile. Dawil, unfazed, just raised his brows.

Part of Wistrams legacy? She is Wistrams fame. When they say Wistram, they talk about her. No offense, Wizard Ostrigael. But they dont tell stories about Archmage Feor. They still tell stories about Cognita and the Archmage of Golems.

In those days, when Wistram backed nations, the [Archmages] fought. With each other, with other nations, for their own petty interests.

Some were old rivalries, like Terandria and Izril. Or Drakes and Lizardfolk. Terandria and Chandrar. Well. Everyone had a reason by now to fight with everyone else.

The story of how Archmage Chandler broke the backs of four armies at the pass was one everyone knew, now. But it was one story, if the most famous one about him.

Cognita of Wistram, and Archmage Zelkyr, though. There was a reason her name was spread as far as Illivere, and children grew up hearing stories about her. The clever Truestone Golems of the Archmage of Golems.

They said that once, during the incursions into Izril, the Archmage of Golems led a counterattack to finally rid Izril of Lizardfolk once and for all. But during the attack, Medusae by the hundreds froze Drakes solid, even turning some to stone.

It didnt stop the Golems, but the Lizardfolk pushed the Drake army back by the hundreds of thousands, trying to kill the Archmage of Golems as his rival took to the field.

In the chaos, his greatest creation, the half-completed Truestone Golem, Cognita, was separated, trying to defend her master. She was forced to flee.

So she ran.

Cognita remembered that. She did not see her master in the chaos, but she had to flee or be destroyed. Her stone was damaged. Yet she ran, and even the Lizardfolk on horseback, even the ones with wings couldnt catch her. They shot spells at her back, rained arrows down.

She just kept running, with a Golems tireless speed. Yet there were far too many for her to beat. When she eventually found herself alone, she was deep behind enemy lines.

Not knowing what to do, only aware of the plan of war, Cognita emerged from the swamps the Nagas were trying to transform parts of Izril into. The Archmage of Waters, the Archmage of Nagas work.

Alone, the Truestone Golem marched through water that could go waist-deep or up to Drakes chests. It barely came up to her knees most of the time. She saw the Lizardfolk massing.

So quick in the water. Her master had ordered her to take Heitore-form for the duration of the battle. Cognita advanced on them and saw Gorgons, carrying huge weapons in their hands, slithering out of the water.

Destroy the Golem.

One swung an enchanted axe and Cognita lifted an arm. The Gorgon stared as the axe crunched against her arm and the blade chipped. Cognita swung a fist, but the giant serpentine warrior dodged backwards.

Skills. She had none. The Lizardfolks slings and spells hit her time and time again, but did no damage. Stalemate. They called for nets, trying to drag her down, and she couldnt catch or slay enough of them fast enough.

It had been less than a month since she had been created. The Truestone Golem stared down at her hands.

I am more than one stone. Her master had begun to remake her out of Truestone, his discovery of an age. But neither he nor she knew what its true power was. Her outer layers had been replaced, but she was not pure Truestone, not yet, hence the need for the most defensive stone he could imagine. Heitore, which rivaled Adamantium for strength. However, even it could break.

So much water. If there had been time to make Water Golems, and if the Archmage of Nagas had not been able to twist them or destroy them, Zelkyr had moaned, he could have routed the Lizardfolk in their natural terrain.

Water. Thousands of Lizardfolk were sounding the alarm. Cognita heard them shouting, closing in. Nets caught her limbs. They were trying to capture her. She kept looking at the water as she fought forwards.

I can be more than this.

The Heitore flickered across her face. Like the Lizardfolks color-changing scales. Like a chameleon changing, at lightning-speed.

Cognitas skin turned bright yellow and transparent. Like quartz. It revealed her inner self, her Golems Heart. The Gorgons dragging at her hesitated. A Lamia [Wizard] saw which stone shed shifted to and shouted a warning.

Zap Topaz! Get out of the water! Get out of th

She tried to cast an anti-lightning spell. But Cognita was lightning. The first bolt of electricity did not arc down from clear skies, but from the figure which generated it.

The Truestone Golem strode out of the muck. She advanced over drying ground, her Truestone changing. Learning.

Change to be light as can be. Beyond lightweight. To stone that defies gravity.

Leapand change to Heitore. Unbreakable defense.

The Truestone Golem plunged her hands into the stone walls as she climbed. The screaming Lizardfolk, throwing stones down at her, fled as she climbed onto the walls. The Drake army, fighting in the shadow of one of their taken fortresses, saw the figure glowing atop the walls.

Lightning. The Archmage of Waters looked up as Cognita of Wistram hurled a bolt of lightning down at him from the fortress she had claimed by herself. He tried to drown her, blast her with water, but she was an unyielding stone in the wake of tidal waves. She was what the Nagas broke against, and when she clapped her hands, thunder spoke and lightning fell.

That was the day she learned what Truestone meant.

Cognita stood there, listening, so still and quiet that Dawil, telling the story, didnt see her until she stepped into the light.

He froze. So did the [Mages] and Earthers, who had been listening to the tale they told everywhere in the world but Wistram.

Trey had listened to the tale of how the first Truestone Golem had single-handedly destroyed an army, climbed into a fortress, routed the defenders, and then matched the Archmage of Waters in a ranged battle, spell for spell.

It seemed incredible, to look at plain Cognita, who never did any of that. Until Trey remembered Eldavins battlefield.

He could believe it. The [Mages] of Wistram liked to forget, or pretend such stories didnt exist.

ErI beg your pardon, Miss Golem. I didnt mean to insult anyone, by telling old tales. I was just saying

Dawil stared up at Cognita as she approached. The Truestone Golem looked at him, and her head turned.

Falene Skystrall of the Centrists faction. You have returned to the academy after years of absence.

Yes, Cognita?

The Golem gave the [Battlemage] a cool look.

I congratulate you on your continued survival. This is your companion, Dawil of the Silver Swords.

At your service, Miss Cognita. I hope I didnt offend?

The Truestone Golem saw Dawil bow slightly. She looked at him, thoughtfully.

I remember that day differently. That is all.

Trey sucked in his breath. The audience looked at Cognita. Someone tittered nervously, but fell silent when the Truestone Golem looked sideways.

Imay I ask what was wrong, Miss Cognita? I wouldnt want to get the details wrong if I retold the story, but not many people are alive that werethere.

Dawil was uncharacteristically flustered. The Golem blinked down at him.

Your story is mostly substantive, Dawil Ironbreaker. The inaccuracies are of perspective.

And you did all that?

You sound incredulous, Aaron Vanwell.

Cognita did not turn her head. She was looking at Dawil, as if interested. The young man had a too-familiar smile, to Treys mind. He treated Cognita less like the object some of Wistrams [Mages] didbut too familiarly for Trey. As if he hadnt just heard of how she matched an [Archmage] blow for blow, he shrugged.

I just cant imagine it, Cognita. You never do anything like that.

She made a sound. Trey edged his seat back a bit.

That is typical of my observations of Humans, Aaron Vanwell. I am the same Cognita of then. If anything, I am the greater Golem than the one in the story, for my master improved me since that day. If nothing else changes, do you have reason to doubt I am capable of everything you have heard of?

Aaron opened his mouth and Cognita finally looked at him.

Or must you see something for it to be real?

He didnt answer her. Cognita looked around. Her gaze caught Treys for a second, then she looked around the room.

Incredible. To the Truestone Golem, it was incredible. The Dwarf believed. So did Trey Atwood. But she saw incredulity, dismissiveness. A belief of exaggeration.

Were they incapable of abstract thought? Or had their stupidity managed to shut down their higher functions? Cognita looked around.

I am Cognita. Cognita of Wistram, as some named me. I am the same Golem who stood by Archmage Zelkyrs side. That I do not prove my strength does not diminish who I am. It is foolish to assume otherwise. But that is your failing. Perhaps you have forgotten. Then: this is a reminder.

She lifted her arms. In the gaze of all those present, Cognita changed her arms.

Just her arms. To the nicknamed Zap Topaz. Not just her outer skin, her entire arms structure, because she was all Truestone. She had learned, since that day, to combine stone. Zap Topaz was merely the outer layer.

She saw the Dwarf knock over his chair, grab Trey Atwood, and dive to the floor. Cognita paid them no mind. The air charged in less than a second as her glowing arms, lit by inner blue fire and crystal, rose.

Cognita clapped her hands.

The sound her hands made was not like a regular clap. It was liketwo pieces of stone hitting each other. It was still a fair approximation of a clapping sound, but distinctly less loud.

The [Mages] of Wistram jumped at the slight noise. Half of them were hiding under tables. They stared up as Cognitas glowing arms stopped glowing.

The faint sound was accompanied bynothing. No discharge of even a spark of lightning. No tremendous bang of thunder. Cognita glanced down at Dawil as the Dwarf rolled off the flattened Trey. She nodded at him.

They tell stories of me in Illivere, Adventurer Dawil?

Lying on his back, the Dwarf blinked up at her.

I think theyre fans, Miss Cognita. You have em around the world.

Interesting. I did not know that. Thank you for telling me.

She walked out of the banquet hall, swiftly, never looking back, her long stride carrying her away in heartbeats. The entire room was silent. After a while, someone laughed.

That precipitated a storm of chuckles, laughter at Dawils expense. He got up, apologizing to Trey, dusting him off, taking the laughter and jesting from the other [Mages] without pointing out how they had looked when Cognita was about to clap her hands.

Lord Rigrald beseeched Tyrion. The [Lord] just sat there.

I shouldnt have ridden out. How did they get to Ryoka inside the mansion and get her out so fast? Sammial?

Lord Tyrion? Lord Tyrion

Jericha interrupted as the [Lord] stirred. She hastily spoke up.

I believe, ah, Lord Veltras is wondering as to the efficacy of one single [Healer]. We will join the hunt, but it is one woman, isnt it?

The others looked at her, disbelieving. Lord Rigrald pointed at the looted inner sanctum of Tenbault.

The Healer of Tenbault is able to heal any injury!

One to three times per day. She heals approximatelyseven hundred people per year. That is our estimate. She makes quite a lot of moneythat is shared with House Reinhart, Tenbault to a smaller extent, but is largely hers. She is not necessarily that beneficial to Izril, Lord Rigrald.

Tyrion Veltras glanced over at Jerichas numbers of people healed and an incomeestimatedthat staggered belief. As Lord Rigrald spluttered outrage, Tyrion spoke.

House Veltras could train ten [Healers] and exceed that number four times over, spread across different areas.

Yes, Lord Veltras.

But the Healer of Tenbault can heal any

Tyrions memory prodded him. He spoke, looking past Rigrald, past the Named Adventurer.

She can heal anything, yes. Few can afford her services. As I recall, when my sons were sick, she refused to heal them. Tenbault is famously independent. Apolitical.

The [Mayor] of Tenbault blanched and some of the Healers people turned pale. Tyrion Veltras glanced at Jericha, and she nodded.

We will consider House Veltras involvement in the hunt.

They moved back. Tyrion stood there a while, until Jericha came over from conferring with the others, now eager to cajole and flatter.

Frankly, Lord Veltras, unless you join the hunt, theyre on the Goblins tail. So many people invested in getting the Healer back means theyre stepping on each others toes. We could lead the chaseits just that Tenbault is not part of House Veltras aegis. Theyre hinting they could strike a deal with us, but not committing.

Mm.

Sammial. Tyrion stood there until something Jericha said caught his attention.

What was that?

She looked up.

I said, I dont think this is typical of House Reinharts holdings, Lord Veltras. Magnolia Reinharts hand isnt here.

How so?

Tyrions curiosity pushed past the thoughts whirling around in his head. Jericha nodded at the rich home of the Healer.

Magnolia Reinharts lands are famously safe. Her aegis keeps them from being the regular target of attacks, but she still maintains presences with her assets, as weve seen.

True. The [Assassins] never infiltrated. Only attacked.

Yes, Lord Veltras. Because they couldnt. Her staff are anti-infiltration specialists and good fighters. If Tenbault was a priority for Lady Reinhart, she would have had at least two high-level [Maid]-auxiliaries who would have hidden the Healer or defended her. And some of the precautions mentioned by these [Strategists].

That did sound like Magnolia Reinhart. Tyrion bestirred himself.

Wasnt the Healer of Tenbault first revealed by her? She contributes some of her income to House Reinhart.

Jericha shrugged.

Thats exactly so, Lord Tyrion. We did believe she had [Maids] or staff heretwelve years ago. Theyve clearly left since then.

Needed elsewhere?

Thats not Magnolia Reinharts style. My guess isshe created the Healer of Tenbault, Lord Veltras, and we dont know how, although I submitted theories. The Healer of Tenbault was the dream of many desperate people. It may be that Magnolia Reinhart didnt particularly care for how the dream played out.

It was as poetical as Jericha ever waxed. Interesting. Tyrion had no real animosity towards the Healer, but no real interest. He wasdistracted.

The House of Veltras departed Tenbault and shot across Izril. One of the Five Families. Tyrion Veltras was the face of it, but he was not all of House Veltras, just like Magnolia Reinhart was not all of House Reinhart.

They were just the most noticeable, the leaders, the high-levelled. You had to explain that to anyone who wanted to pick up on Izrils politics. It was so easy to mistake one for all, and children and outsiders were both equally ignorant.

The little children of House Wellfar sat solemnly in the city of Weldorisa, the base and strength of their house. First Landing had many of the Five Families, but this city was a place for them.

A port to the north-east, east of First Landing. Literally built off the coast, incidentally. The classroom bobbed, as the entire building floated. A city that rose and fell with the tide and waves.

It wasnt as systematic as the actual classrooms and teachers that the Houses of El and Terland employed. Their teacher was just one of the [Ladies] of the House of Wellfar. She was giving an impromptu lecture, so they were glad to snack and eat here. Some were especially glad, because they were going through their Mooring Years, a term unique to the Wellfar family.

It was when [Lords] and [Ladies] had to level as [Sailors] until they were at least Level 5. Not that specific class, mind you. Theyd be [Deckhands] or [Shipwrights], but the key was they were treated not as members of House Wellfar, but as anyone else.

Respect the ships. That was a custom put in place to ground the children. It didnt always work depending on where they were assigned, but Wellfar, the seafaring family, had its own customs.

Just like all the other Five Families. Remember that. Each one of us is no longer the Terandrian house that left long ago. Thousands of years have changed us. Theres sayings of each of the Five Families. Does anyone remember them?

The [Lady] walked with easy grace across the bobbing floor; if you didnt have sea-legs, youd never be a true member of House Wellfar. Like most of the inhabitants of Weldorisa, her clothing was more tight-fitting in case she had to swim. No dresses unless they were made of fabrics that swam in water.

Britches were common; high heels were obviously not. She had an earring in one ear that changed color with the tide. A water-colored jacket was an odd, subdued, and unfashionable look in First Landing right now, but who needed that when the Jacket of Jet would take you soaring through the water or out of it?

A girl raised her hand as she sat, fishing pole in hand. Aha thing about classrooms in House Wellfar? They tended to let their students fish, or work on projects like a favorite hook, sharpen objects, make crafts, or just stare out into the sea. So long as they paid attention.

A few children were sitting around a little pool where you could fish, trying not to tangle lines. The [Lady] let the girl speak.

If you deal with House Reinhart, you stick your hand into a nest of invisible vipers. The House of El can make anything in the world but coin. The Terlands sit in their towers with Golems for toys. But beware when they march, for the toys are the ancients of days. When the House of El makes war, kingdoms they raze. Save for Reinharts poison, be at ease, for never a stauncher ally will you find, or friend to please. Uh

Salted blood. Dont tell me you forgot the Wellfar part?

The [Lady] snapped. The girl looked plaintively around as the others snickered.

My lines tangled. Everyone knows were ships and sea!

Thwack. The crack of a willow whip against the board made them all jump. Even so, when no more rhyme was forthcoming, the [Lady] growled.

The House of Wellfar sails and rules every sea. On the waves fear their wrath, on land, if alone they flee.

She smiled at their reaction.

Not exactly our favorite rhyme, eh? But theres a reason we say them. House of Veltras.

She glanced meaningfully out the window, and the children, who would much rather have been gawking than learning, sat up.

The House of Veltras are wolves alone and hounds when they gather. From the great forest watch for them, for they follow no master. When the Five Families stand united, no foe do they fear. When they scatter they fall. Alone do they kneel.

There was a solemn feeling after she said the last part. Everyone still knew there were more ships than [Lords] and [Ladies] these days.

The Sacrifice of Roses and the wars had depleted the numbers of each of the Five Families. Yet Wellfar? It was said of them that their weaknessaside from the fact that they liked the sea over the new land they had sailed towas that they were fewest in number.

Scurrilous rumors no one repeated near any scion or [Sailor] that crewed for House Wellfar was that it was their occasional dalliances with the sea and Drowned Folk that did it. In any casethe teacher kept on talking, glancing out the window with her audience at the convoy of guests from another House that had arrived. Shed let them out to gawk later. It wasnt every day you got to meet Izrils most famous [Lord], even from afar.

The Five Families each tended to have a noble representative. Magnolia and the Reinharts. Ulva Terland, the recluse. Tyrion of Veltras.

Formerly Maviola of House El. Now, Lord Deilan El, the business-[Lord] making Kaalblades like they were going back into style.

Who ruled the House Wellfar, though? It had never been as clear, even before the Goblin Kings rampage. House Wellfar was the most fragmented

Well, actually, Veltras and Reinhart both had traditionally separated bodies of power. In their current form, they had stronger leaders; Veltras tended towards distinct families around a central house and Reinhart could be as split as a nest of fighting snakes.

Yet Wellfar was ships. Each [Lord] and [Lady] owned at least one; they were to their House what land was to the others. A ship was home, income, security. Thus, even if they did have a Waveleader, their informal name for their leader, each individual family had a degree of autonomy.

There was a second, if unspoken, hierarchy, and that was who controlled the strongest ships. Wellfar had much of its strength and they voted on such matters; infighting and politics meant some of the oldest vessels changed hands like the tide.

Lord Tyrion knew all of this. He sat in a pub, stiffly, feeling the entire building sway with the tide. This was not a formal setting, but his host had insisted on it. Nor was the cheap ale exactly elegant.

Perhaps that was the test. Tyrion had suffered a loss, orwas in the middle of losing someone precious to him after he had just prevented a calamity. What the [Lord] should not forget, desperate though he might be, was this.

He was not the only one.

To loss and love. Ships and sea.

His host toasted the air. It wasnt exactly accompanied by cheers or affirmations; the pub was mostly empty at this time of day. Most people were about their tasks; when the tide changed youd see the place fill.

It suited Etril Wellfar just fine. The man, [Lord] of House Wellfar, sat, wearing the garb of a ships [Captain], still partly stained by salt. He had stood on an open deck before meeting Tyrion.

That actually struck a kinship, even a minute one. Both men were used to work, not ceremony. Tyrion rode a horse. Etril crewed a ship. These were the bare-bone facts.

Oh. And one more thing. Etril Wellfar still had the white sash around one arm, tied over his surcoat. A symbol of mourning, and he had ordered the sails of his shipsevery ship in his familyreplaced with plain white cloth, instead of the traditional crests of Wellfar and his particular family. Not white flagsthere was meaning in everything.

He was Gresaria Wellfars son. Lord Tyrion raised his mug and drank. Etril Wellfar drained the mug. Then he lowered it. The [Bartender] filled it and retreated.

Ryoka Griffin. I wanted to speak to her.

Tyrion Veltras started. Of all the things hed expected Etril to say, it wasnt that. The [Lord of Waves] glanced at Tyrion and elaborated.

She rode with Maviola El. Before the Lady El passed.

I see. Why was this significant to you?

Etril smiled bleakly.

Maviola El was my mothers rival. They were the oldest friends. I hear she chased after my father. Hah. Imagine me born to the House of El?

Tyrion hesitated. This entire line of conversation wasnt something he was at home with. He looked at Etril.

Lady Gresarias passing and Lord Regeins were a tragedy. You have brought more members of the Circle of Thorns to justice than any other. Do you intend to give up the hunt?

I cant find any more of them. Ill keep my ears open, but I cant sail around forever. We are united in that, Lord Tyrion Veltras.

Etril shrugged. He looked past Tyrion. The Lord saw him glance out of the pub.

So shes gone missing again. Sounds like Couriers to me. As for the rest? I agree.

Lord Tyrion sat there a moment.

Just like that? I am prepared to speak to the other members of

Lord Tyrion. You dont see me sailing into House Veltras and giving orders as if it were my ship. Wellfar doesnt need a council. I have my ships and I can do as I please. Speak to me later and let me sort out what needs sorting. Dont you have somewhere to be?

The younger man looked pointedly towards Jericha, waiting at the back of the bar. It was the rudest interaction thus far. Tyrion was grateful for it. He stood up, nodded. He was striding away when Etril called out after him.

Lord Veltras! Dont mistake my inhospitality now. Well speak later. You have my word.

I see. Thank you.

Brief interactions. Lord Tyrion Veltras felt like he blinked and then he was standing in front of Ulva Terland.

She had something approximating a proper throne. Although her inner sanctums were closer to a paradise like Tenbault; there were so many protective warding spells and rejuvenating artifactsnot to mention Golems on patrolthat it had taken four hours to meet with her. Practically as much time as the ride.

You know, Tyrion, we received much the same missive as you did. It did notoccur to me to compare notes.

Indeed, Lady Ulva?

She scowled.

Ailendamus and the Dawn Concordat. One wanted us to engage in a war like mercenaries. A rather insulting note. As for Calanfer? Always charming. Little to offer. I dislike wasting House Terlands might. Nor do I care for constant war.

She leaned back on the dais, enchanted to keep her healthy. She had seen her twin sister die in the Second Antinium War. So she too knew loss.

Her eyes glittered as she looked down at Tyrion. Her House listened, quietly, some with little serving Golems or bodyguards. This was the House of Terland and they had toys of old.

Your war with the Goblin Lord took longer than it needed, although your grand scheme nearly came to fruition. War. War. Will we ever have peace for more than a decade?

Lady Ulva

She lifted a hand. The [Lady] went on, breathing into a scented vial designed to rejuvenate her and purge poisons.

I understand your reasons, Lord Veltras. Yet House Terland does not see war as profitable. Seek the House of El for weapons. Seek Reinharts for their [Assassins]if they have any left. You will find no army here.

Her speech made the [Lords] and [Ladies] nod. They were not keen on Tyrions proposal. Even soeven so. Ulva glanced down at Tyrion.

For the reasons you gave. That one alonenot the Courier. I will grant you a small concession. Three.

She lifted three fingers. There was a susurration, cut off. Tyrions head rose.

Three, Lady Terland?

Three. Choose them. We assent to the rest. Did you speak to Wellfar?

Lord Etril Wellfar, milady.

Ulvas eyes gleamed.

Really. Now that is interesting. Of course he would fit. Well chosen, Lord Veltras. Go.

Lady Ulva!

One of the [Lords] protested. Ulva waved Tyrion away as the court of Terland began to bicker. But she understood.

There was a common thread that united them all. Tyrion, Etril, Ulva. Each one knew what it was like.

Parents, a sister. His wife.

Lord Tyrion thought of Ryoka Griffin. She was one thing. But his son?

His son?

Its the damnedest thing. One second theyre poisoned. The next? Ones missing. Im not saying its bad luck, once you see how the pieces fit together, but

Somost. Shut the hell up.

Buscrei hissed in her husbands ear. He fell silent, guilty, and glanced over.

Tyrion Veltras was on tour. Well, it wasnt that hard. Tenbault was far from First Landing, but in the wider scale of geography, Weldorisa wasnt that far from the capital of northern Izril. As for House Veltras? It was a ride south to the Vail Forest where the individual houses had settled the vast region.

Not far if you were moving at Tyrions speed. And didnt sleep.

Visits from the main family were rare, but Oswens marsh-hunter family had entertained them every few years. It had to be saidit was not something they looked forward to and in any other circumstance, half of Buscreis family might have been out hunting instead of able to attend.

Not this time. Even so, it wasnt as raucous or fun as when Ryoka Griffin had been here. Tyrion Veltrasjust brought down the mood of every party he attended. Buscrei and the others were eating informally, and he was at odds with every aspect of this place.

Hethon did better, although it took some doing to make him laugh. Luckily, there were lots of volunteers. And there was some fun to be had.

Albeit at Tyrions expense. Buscrei saw him eating, stone-faced, and on a hunch, grabbed his mug and sniffed.

Alright! Which one of you idiots swapped his drink with Oyster Juice?

She then proceeded to dangle one of her nephews out of the tree-mansion, over the swamp below, by his ankles as otter-dogs raced around, barking eagerly below. Tyrion Veltras stared at the boy, barely fourteen, begging with his aunt not to drop-him head-first.

Oswen. Marsh-hunters. Marsh-folk. Natural purified water springs. They loved to hunt, but unlike Tyrion, did it almost exclusively by bow.

Spears at times. But by boat, or water-sled, dragged along by the otter-dogs or other animals. They were a mix of marsh and land, but their natural habitat meant that Oswens people were used to heights to keep out of the muck.

Boys and girls who grew up with bows for birthday presents learned how to shoot before they could walk, or so it was said. They also got unique classes with a specific bent[Marsh Fighter], as opposed to regular [Fighter].

Listen, Tyrion. Just leave your little lad with us. No onell get him with our eyes on him. Alright?

Buscrei shoved aside two of her family to talk with him. Lord Tyrion glanced at Hethon.

Ullim is prepared to

I know that. But Id wager Ullim would rather have more folk about. Have him come here. Ill take care of the rest, deal?

Is that your offer?

The [Hunting Lady] sighed and tried not to glare at her cousin. Even now, he got on her nerves.

Its not a one-or-nothing, Tyrion. Its an offer. Youll get the [Markswomen of the Marsh] either way.

[Marksmen] too.

Lord Somost offered helpfully. Buscrei raised her kicking foot and he retreated before she could boot him out into the swamp.

Natural archers. Tyrion thought about it. He looked at Hethon, scratching a whiskered otter-dog under the chin, and nodded.

Ullim will come here.

There you go.

Buscrei slapped Tyrion on the back. He grunted. She bared her teeth. They really justdidnt gel. But they were family.

There was a saying about House Veltras that the Wellfar children didnt understand. That nursery rhyme.

The House of Veltras are wolves alone and hounds when they gather. To ship-folk, and people who lived in cities not in the wilds, it made it sound like they got weaker together.

Which was wrong. As any [Hunter] would tell you, they would rather fight a wolf naked, bare-handed, than an entire pack of dogs.

Each area of House Veltras was distinct. Autonomous, yet they answered the main family. Contributed [Soldiers]. That was how House Veltras was one of the most powerful.

It was the land.

Lord Sweys plateaus gave rise to [Climbers]. No one could go up or down except on rope elevators or by climbing. Thus, when it came to grip-strengthseasoned warriors could still lose grip of a weapon.

Youd tear a sword away from one of Kabrals [Vicegrip Warriors] when their hands rotted away. Their cold, dead fingers would still be holding onto the blade. Or what remained of your throat.

The [Mountain Lord] himself represented that strength; he had scaled down a cliff to pick the hard Rockshrooms that theyd served along with a salad.

It was not as raucous as Oswen; noisier, but everyone at least fell silent when he spoke. Still, Kabral was not Oswen and Swey was different from Buscrei.

Lord Tyrion had paid a visit to Swey after Setth, in his forest-home where the [Druids] and [Rangers of the Wood] could blend into any terrain with a tree in it. [Druids] were no [Mages]; they didnt complain after marching ten hours, and they could splint a broken bone without a healing potion. Although sometimes they just told you to deal with it if it was just a fracture.

Sweys speech came with a cup in hand, but he was only addressing Tyrion.

You know, Tyrion. Before you came here, I must say. I never really liked you.

The rest of his family looked up. Sweys wife kept serving food. Some of his family, though, began to groan.

Oh dead gods, hes going to embarrass us again. Father, father, stop!

One of Sweys daughters threw a Rockshroom. Undeterred, the [Lord] went on.

I never really cared for your vendetta with Magnolia Reinhart. Thought it was damned silly, you constantly marshalling the troops. Im just speaking my mind. Stop throwing things at me! I never cared for it, was my point.

This is why I moved out.

One of his step-sons groaned. Another relative of this branch leapt to his feet.

Im going for a walk. Anyone else want to jump off a cliff with me?

Half a dozen members of Sweys family followed him. The [Lord] kept on going, ruggedly, much like his people, who didnt get tired. [Greater Endurance] was more of a staple than [Enhanced Strength]; if you lost your grip or got tired, you fell.

Tyrion just listened, chewing on the Rockshroom. Swey met his gaze.

You were always likelike a Golem. The good of the realm. The duties of a [Lord]. I hated that. Remember when we got into a fistfight? WellI like you more, now. Selfish. Its not selfish, man, its family!

He struck the table and the members of his family who took more to Sweys personality nodded and did the same. Jericha watched her cup jump and lose half its liquid. Swey pointed a callused finger at Tyrion.

If it was just Ryokadead gods, man! You have to do things for love. A Tyrion whos coming asking favorseven big favorsis a Tyrion I like. Not the perfect [Lord]. Anyways, I said my piece. Agreed.

Agreed.

Lord Dereic Veltras lived on the coast. His people were experts at aquatic warfare, as good as Wellfars.

It was easier. Not just for the main reason, but because Tyrion followed the same route that the Wind Runner had taken bare weeks before. The [Lords] and [Ladies], the families of House Veltras, had just seen her.

Of course, some objected. Some thought it was too dangerous, too risky, or just didnt agree with how it was done.

Tyrion Veltras didnt need his entire familys support.

He did not need the full weight of the Five Families behind him, either. He had four out of five, though. Lord Deilan El, Ulva Terland, had both met the Wind Runner.

Only Magnolia Reinhart was too far away to contact safely. Ironically, she was most acquainted with the Wind Runner. But this was bigger than just Ryoka Griffin. Tyrion Veltras had met with Etril Wellfar. He had secured Ulva Terlands tenuous approval and stopped at the largest families across House Veltras holdings.

Quickly, without much fuss or loud fanfare. Most of the other Five Families didnt even know why Tyrion was rushing about. The [Lord] had also done most of the negotiating, talking, and riding, with the exact same, blank stare on his face.

Unfocused. Almost eerily detached. Even now, as he rode down the winding road, Lady Buscreis [Hawk Eyes] could see that odd blankness on his face.

I think I like him less after all again. Not a twitch on his face.

Lord Swey muttered, peering over the railing. He looked discontented, but before Buscrei could kick him into the water over the side, someone else spoke up for him.

Hes not blank, Swey. Its just his way. Tyrions never worn his feelings on his sleeve. You? You wave a flag with them. Leave the man be. Or do you think were here because he doesnt care?

Swey turned. Lord Pellmia of House Quellae watched as Tyrion rode forwards with Jericha and a band of House Veltras [Soldiers] following. Swey nodded after a second.

Etril Wellfar watched Lord Tyrion as well. The [Lord] calmly rode his horse off the road, onto the grass, then over the sand. Without so much as a twitch, he steered his mount up the ramp.

Onto the ship. The rest of the [Soldiers] followed.

Stable the horses below!

Etril Wellfar bellowed. There were experienced handlers and plenty of room, but still, he was surprised how well-trained the horses were. Barely skittish at being on the rolling deck.

Thats everyone?

Yes.

Lord Tyrion Veltras dismounted. Lord Etril nodded. He whistled and the [Master Helmswoman] spun the wheel.

Raise anchor.

The passengers aboard Etril Wellfars ship stirred, but that was all he needed to say. All Lord Tyrion needed to do was nod.

After alleveryone was here. Lady Buscrei, much to her familys objection. Lord Swey, Lord Pellmia, without his son, much to said sons anger.

And their household troops. Not many were on the deck. Most were belowdecks. Or on the other ships. After all, you couldnt put them all on one ship. That would be stupid.

Although one ship had nearly enough space to fit them all. Etril Wellfar wasnt at the wheel. Contrary to landfolks belief, the [Captain] didnt have hold of the wheel at all hours; you had someone to do that job.

So, three ships began to move. Two further at sea; one which had been practically hugging the coast, just far enough away to extend the gangplank.

Or [Light Bridge], the glowing ramp that shimmered out of existence, the ornate railings made of sculpted light fading away, able to carry nearly a hundred men shoulder-to-shoulder up and down in a single rank.

Whichever. Gangplank fit. It was a ship, and it could create multiple such ramps if need be. For boarding, disembarking

As the vessel turned, Etril Wellfar motioned to Tyrion Veltras of all the nobles present.

Veltras and Wellfar werent the only noble families represented here. Three of House Terland, each for a single Golem, were standing by their old, old charges. Two scions of the House of El, but more importantly, their cargo and warriors were belowdecks.

House Veltras sons and daughters and Lord Pellmia Quellae were the remainder of the group. Lord Tyrion walked across the deck to the [Captain]s cabin at the bridge of the ship.

Full speed.

Etril Wellfar gave succinct orders. He didnt need to be on deck just yet; they were just leaving the coast and heading into deeper waters. If he needed to hold his [Helmswoman]s hand, or if the [First Mate] couldnt handle it, they didnt deserve their jobs.

I told you Id talk to you later, Lord Veltras. You moved fast. Did you even sleep? We were heading up the coast all day, picking up different groups.

[Swift Mustering].

The [Lord] did not sit. Nor did Etril Wellfar. This was not a regular [Captain]s quarters. Regular quarters were a mix between sleeping place and workplace, to organize notes, a home for men and women who lived on ships.

Etril had his own quarters below-decks. Not here. He was still unused to the intricacies of this ship. Still a bit in awe? Oh, certainly. And this [Captain]s cabin was unique.

Not many cabins had a real-time map of the waters and landscape around it. Tyrion stared at an image of the two ships keeping pace with this one. His eyes swung to carefully-labelled positions around the cabin. Some with radii clearly marked. Various spell-mechanisms, ready to be activated.

Almost all required the [Captain]s sigil, the crest of House Wellfar, coded to Etril at this moment. Others required keys, to avoid any chance of them activating accidentally.

There was so much magic in this place that it made Tyrions hair tingle. Etril Wellfar looked around, then walked forwards. He found a place that looked recently repaired, the wood refurbished, turned to Tyrion, and spread his arms.

What do you think?

The [Lord] of House Veltras looked at Etril. He barely felt the ship moving, but saw them leaving the coast at a speed most people on horseback would scarcely be able to believe.

Lord Etril Wellfar. I thank you for accepting my request. I ask you again, however. You did not gain House Wellfars approval. Do you fear they will upbraid you for this?

For taking my ships to aid a Lord of House Veltras in finding his son? Lady Ulva Terland, Lord Deilan El. Myself. We know what it is like to lose family, Tyrion Veltras. So does any member of the Five Families. Who could gainsay Tyrion Veltras appeal, even without proof? Noit is for others to refuse to give aid. Not me.

Etril Wellfar bared his teeth, and for a second, was the spitting image of Gresaria Wellfar. The fearless [Harbormistress] of First Landing. Not in facial features, though he had inherited the pale green of her hair, and the same tan from days in the sun. He trended more towards his father.

Just that smile. A kind of daring bordering on recklessnessor perhaps far over that line.

Tyrion Veltras shook his head. He looked around the ship. The rich ship, ancient as the Golems which had marched up the ramp. That was why they had helped him.

Sammial Veltras was gone. Kidnapped, with the Wind Runner of Reizmelt. Tyrion Veltras had absolutely no proof as to where he was. But he knew. Most of Izril had no idea what had happened.

Yet. Some of them began to wonder, when they heard Lord Tyrion had sped to House El, House Wellfar, and House Terland practically in the same day. Without rest or sleep, galloping across Izril.

Lord Etril. It is one thing to take your ships on personal affairs, be it support in conflict or trade. But this is not your ship. Magnolia Reinhart is the heir to House Reinhart. She had clear authority to order the Velistrane to Zeres, even if her family and peers may object.

He named the famous capital warship, the greatest ship in the arsenal of House Reinhart. It had once sunk a Dragonship in naval combat. Tyrion glanced at Etril.

But this is not your ship. You were granted stewardship of it

[Captain], Tyrion Veltras. They made me [Captain].

Etril corrected Tyrion, eyes glittering. He gestured to the cabin, and the map on the wall, one of the few things changed to accurately display new trade routes and nations. Etril Wellfar strode over to it.

You know, my mother never captained this ship. She trades masters and mistresses, although she is her own vessel. My mother sorely wanted to for a year. Just one year. Its actually not always a glorious job; you patrol a lot, and no one ever bothers her.

He rested a hand on the wall, as if this ship were a living person. If it were, it was the oldest being in this place, older than every living person on it combined, save for the Golems.

Older than Cognita of Wistram. Older than Tolveilouka Vedelina Mer. It had served forever. It had seen Dragons die.

Etril Wellfar whispered.

She never captained this ship. Not important enough. Too reckless. They made her [Harbormistress] of First Landing and talked about giving her a year after she retired. Then my mother, Gresaria Wellfar, brought First Landing to their senses. She diedand they gave this ships helm to me. Her son. For the shame of it. For pride in her.

He turned. Lord Tyrion saw Etrils hand go to the armband he still wore. Notwo. The [Lord] kept his gaze steady.

Are you afraid of the repercussions for taking this vessel into combat?

This ship. It left the coast, and fulled the sails. Glittering sails, scaled, shining. Normally, they were white, cloth.

The cities on the coast pointed. They had heard, and seen that Etril Wellfar had demanded the sails taken down for mourning. But these sailsthey werent white mourning sails.

Nor were they even House Wellfars crested sails. They were Dragonsails, looted. They only flew when this great ship went to war.

The Velistrane was the Reinharts greatest naval vessel. Its reputation was ancient. Its tale of accomplishments was one of the longest in the world, matched only by similarly old vessels owned by the Iron Vanguard, ancient kingdoms, Drowned Fleets, and so on. The Four Winds of Teral was young compared to the Velistrane.

But even the Velistrane couldnt boast more than a fraction of the tales they told about this ship. It had seen Dragons die. It had broken multiple Dragonships on its prow, and sent the great armored destroyers of the Dullahans to death.

The greatest ship of House Wellfar.

The Pride of the Wellfar sailed down the coast, moving faster. Sails shining with the promise of war.

That was about when all of First Landing began to hear a rumor on the wind. Tyrion Veltras had met with Deilan El? No, hed also gone to Ulva Terland and someone had said they saw one of the ancient Golems marching.

Was he?

Captain. [Messages] for you from the family. Ive got eighteen.

Toss em into the surf.

Aye, sir.

The door closed. Tyrion was left with Etril as the Pride of the Wellfar moved faster still. Magical wind was howling in the enchanted sails. The [Lord of Waves] eyes were gleaming.

Captain to the helm.

He spoke into a magical stone. Across the deck, the steering wheel glowed, and the Drowned Woman barked back.

Captain?

Status of the enchanted wind?

Were at half power, Captain. Picking up speed, but were fairly steady at 40 knots. Should pick up once we get out of the tide and into deeper water.

Tyrion Veltras ears picked up. He tried to calculate nautical speed to land-speed, which made more sense. Etril just smiled.

Thats as fast as Kelphunter!

Kelphunter, the vessel sailing to their leftor was that starboard? Port? Tyrion glanced out a port window. They were being blown by the same winds or theyd never keep up. Enchanted too, their hulls.

Aye, Captain. You want me to unleash the rest?

There was an eagerness in the [Helmswoman]s voice. Etril Wellfar had sailed this ship into ports and taken the Circle of Thorns to account, but hed never fired so much as a warning arrow. Who needed to with this ship? The [Lord] shook his head.

Belay that. Activate the Will o Waves. [Hydromancers], to your stations. All hands, brace. The Pride of the Wellfar is accelerating.

Below-deck, the water-mages looked up. They began to funnel mana into the vast reservoirs and the water moved.

Giant crabs and butter garnish!

Lady Buscrei swore. Mildly, as she saw the water ripple and surge, suddenly pushing the giant ship. She ran down the ship to get a better view, but it was so massive she could barely see.

Lord Swey, at the railings, had been throwing up before the ship activated the water magic enchantment. Everyone felt it pick up speed. AccordinglyPellmia swore and dove, just in time to avoid flying puke at such speed it slapped a [Storm Sailor] and knocked them overboard.

Man overb

Pellmia began to roar, until he saw a hand materialize and seize the [Sailor] mid-plummet. It tossed the man back on board. A good thing too.

The ship was moving faster.

We just hit 62 knots and were picking up speed each second, [Captain]!

Dont hit anything. Arm the enchantments. And fly the banners.

The flags of four Houses began to rise as the Pride of the Wellfar picked up more speed. Now they were heading into deep waters. And the [Messages] were flying after the ship by the dozens. Hundreds.

I am prepared to take full responsibility for my actions. I cannot do more than support you if House Wellfar takes umbrage.

Tyrion began. Etril lost his patience and turned.

Fear, Tyrion Veltras? I gave you my support the moment you asked and I thought it over! My mother would have without thinking. Do you think I am afraid?

He paced back to the same spot and pointed down. Tyrion Veltras saw the new floorboards. His memoryflickered.

The [Lord of Waves] looked at him, then up at the ceiling where the roof had also been repaired. He smiled. Nohe bared his teeth.

My father died where I stand. My mother charged the Guild of Assassins alone. I stand in the Pride of the Wellfar, the greatest ship of the Five Families. We are going to make war on the nation that dared steal a son of the Five Families. That is why we stand with you. Even Reinhart, if you had asked. The Five Families protect their own. Fear. Fear?

He began to laugh. Then stopped himself. Etril shook his head bitterly and turned, hands behind his back, as he regarded the glittering projection. He gestured at a framed portraittwobehind him. At a woman captured mid-laugh, in the height of her life.

If I fear anything, Tyrion, it is that I will never be half the man my mother was. Now. Shut up and let me captain my ship.

Tyrion Veltras shut up. Etril Wellfar strode onto the deck. He glanced towards the horizon.

Straight north. Wheres Ailendamus blockade?

Last sighting

Dont bother with coordinates. Steer us towards it, [Helmswoman].

Aye, Captain.

The 4th Most Powerful [Lord] in the world, as named by the popular book by Krsysl Wordsmith, was Lord Imor Seagrass, the [Stormlord Captain] and leader of [Storm Sailor] fleets.

His fleet was one of the most powerful in the world, and famed for revitalizing trade routes normally plagued by [Pirates]. He was, in fact, escorting a huge shipment from Baleros.

One of the things he had in plenty were pacts, trade negotiations. One even with Magnolia Reinhart herself to ensure a steady supply of sugar to her lands. Hed gotten the worst of that deal, but Imor Seagrass was a rich man.

If he had one huge irritant in his life, it was that [Pirate]. One of the most feared [Pirates] living. The new wave of her kind. The continual rival to his power. The Tulm to his Niers, to use a Balerosian expression.

He was in hot pursuit of her, but his powerful fleet of eight, for all their speed and considerable firepower, couldnt catch the fastest ship in the world.

The Illuminary. Lord Imor growled, demanding more speed from the laboring sails, but Rasea was mocking him, as her shining ship sped onwards.

Rasea Zecrew! Come back and be brought to justice!

Imor Seagrass roared. Which was funny because for all he was a [Stormlord Captain], and his fleets were crewed by [Storm Sailors] as opposed to [Pirates] or Drowned Folk, he had been known to be just as opportunistic when it came to rival [Merchants] and enemy fleets.

Rasea was swerving her ship left and right, avoiding long-range artillery spells. The damned siege weapons that shed looted off House of Minos ships that Imor Seagrass had wanted for his own fleets for years had taken down the mast of one of his vessels and inflicted light casualties on another, but it was a running battle over the last two hours as he tried to box her in.

Slowly. They were ships at sea and even the Illuminary wasnt close to, say, Garuda air-battles. It was a game of boxing her in via terrain, hidden ships, using Skillsand making sure she didnt outwit him, or get close enough to try for his head.

Shed nearly killed one of his tame Sea Serpents already. Her crew might be small, but they were deadly at hand-to-hand combat. That was how she fought. Charge in, cut down her foes, escape.

Seagrass was more defensive. But the two nemeses were battling across the northern Diwater straits, daring each other, but not able to take advantage of natural reefs or other hazards.

She was going to get away again! Seagrass pounded the helm and kept his eyes on the Illuminaryright up until it suddenly began to turn.

Whats going on?

It was heading back. Seagrass wondered if Rasea had taken leave of her senses, but ordered his ships to instantly surround her. This was the end! Unless she was trying for him?

His mind buzzed with thoughts until one of his [Lookouts] shouted.

Lord Seagrass! Ship approaching from starboard! Somethinghuge!

Ignore it! The Illuminary sinks today! Prepare for boarding!

Seagrass strode down the decks as [Storm Sailors] cheered and geared up. Four ships prepared to close in, literally trap the Illuminary from all sides, heedless of the damage, and wipe them out. But then the [Lookout] bellowed.

Lord Seagrass! Itsits coming straight for us! Its a capital-class ship! No. Citadel-class? K-Krakens tentacles! Its

The [Stormlord] spun on his heel. He stared. The ship had been a dot on the horizon when the [Lookout] spotted it, beyond the naked eyes range. By the time he fumbled for an enchanted spying glass, he almost didnt need it. One of the [Storm Sailors] murmured, awed.

Pride of the Wellfar! Look at it go! Those are Dragonsails its flying, Captain!

I can see that! Who in the abyss pissed off House Wellfar?

Maybe they heard about the Illuminary? Zecrew has to have hit them

The speed of Imors fleet slowed. He stared at the distant shipno, the ship closing on them. How fast was it going? Then he felt the same thing Rasea had felt.

Ding. Ding.

It was more like the ships bell in his mind. That was the sound of Imors [Dangersense] going off. He hadnt heard it ring that loudly for a while.

Helm. Take us about.

He breathed. The [Dauntless Helmsman] hesitated.

Lord Seagrass?

Do it. Order the same for all ships! Abandon the chase! The Pride is

Coming straight at them. Seagrass hesitated. Of course, his naval operations were above-board, compared to Raseas piracy. But they had clashed with Wellfar shipping fleets more than once. There was no reason to go this far, was there? Wellfar never risked a board on their precious ship. There was no way

Who was captaining the Pride this time?

Uhuh, someone new. Etril Wellfar.

Never heard of him. Who is

Then Imor Seagrass recalled. Wasnt that Gresaria Wellfars son? He did a quick calculation based on personality.

All about! Full speed!

Tyrion Veltras stood on the deck watching both groups turn tail. He glanced at Etril Wellfar.

These are not Ailendamus ships.

No. So what? Theyve both stolen from House Wellfar and held up our ships.

Etril Wellfar calmly watched the other vessels. He turned to his [First Mate].

And when do we let [Pirates] go?

The [First Mate] glanced at the [Helmswoman]. The man looked at Etril oddly.

Is that a fucking joke, Captain? Never.

Good answer. Arm artillery spells!

Tyrion Veltras checked himself. He turned to Jericha and the others.

Belowdecks. Prepare for boarding

No need.

Etril cut him off. He raised a hand and Tyrion saw the [Ship Mage] raise a glowing key.

Raise the barriers.

A glowing wall of magic appeared around the Pride of the Wellfars prow, like armor, suspended in midair. Then a second layer; an aerial wall that blocked a spinning ballista bolt and blew the object to smithereens. Then a third magical shieldTyrion Veltras glanced over the railing.

Swey puked again, just in time to watch the bile vanish as a spell materialized.

Dead gods! Evade! Ev

The first oversized pillar of lightning blew a hole in the sea. The Illuminary shot past Seagrass as his ships turned around and scattered.

Imor! I didnt know you pissed off Wellfar!

Rasea screamed at him as her ship accelerated past Seagrass. For a moment they were so close they could have hit each other with a sufficiently well-aimed rock throw, but at the speed they were moving, there was no chance of boarding.

No desire, either.

This is your fault, Zecrew! What did you do?

Me? Nothing! What did you

Rasea spun the wheel of her ship desperately, but the [Frost Geyser] still blasted her ship. Imor laughedright up until he saw a [Fireball] volley hit one of his ships.

Tell them to stop! Dead gods, well turn around and board that damned ship and take it over! Its nine versus one! Ten with the Illuminary!

Hey. I like that idea.

The [Pirate] grinned, making as if to turn her ship. Imor snarled, turning back, weighing the odds of seizing a Citadel-class ship. They could hold thousands of [Sailors], but he had nine ships and the most famous [Pirate] might join him. Of course, the Pride of the Wellfar could hold countless more [Soldiers] and double as a transport. But aside from two ships in the distance, he didnt see

The [Stormlord] sighted on the ship with his spyglass. He took one look at the four flags flying. Then focused on the deck.

[Appraisal] spell.

Yessir!

His [Mage] took one look at the ship, signalled Imor Seagrass. He closed the spyglass.

Zecrew! Lets take on the Pride of the Wellfar!

Hah! I like your style, Seagrass! But how will you seal the deal? Lets

Rasea slowed a few knots. Seagrass seized the wheel, rammed her ship, and sent her listing, slowing her further. He barked.

Full speed ahead! Run for it!

You bastard!

The [Pirate] screamed at him. Then she took one look back, and saw all four flags flying. She didnt need an [Appraisal] spell. She just measured auras, and saw no less than ten [Lords] standing on the deck. With all their armies in the hold

Uh. Lets get out of here, lads!

As the ships tried to flee, the Pride of the Wellfar advanced. Now all ten ships were throwing their own bombardments back, to slow the Citadel-class ships advance. Imor, standing on his ship, looked back.

What in the name of The Last Tide is that?

Rasea Zecrew turned her head. Her glowing eye saw something expand from the bow of the ship. She swallowed.

Thats the Curse of the Wellfar! Get out! Stop firing, Seagrass! Stop

The air changed. Rasea stopped feeling the air on her face. She tried to escape the most powerful enchantment the Citadel-class ship had just activated, racing onwards. Her catapults and ballista stopped firing, but the idiotic Seagrass kept his spells flashing towards the other ship for a second too long.

The water was flat. It had turned into a mirror. They were sailing in another world. A contained, tiny one. Rasea was sweating. She saw the [Lightning Bolts] and [Fireballs] flying through the air with showers of enchanted arrows, towards the Pride of the Wellfars glowing shields. Theyd go down with enough damageSeagrass might be able to threaten the ships hull itself with just his nine ships, let alone all his fleet.

That wasnt why you ran. You ran because this was the monster that killed Dragonships. The evilest predator sailing. Rasea saw the spells and arrows vanish before they even reached the ship. She spun the wheel.

[Ship: Phantoms]

She never uttered the Skill. The flicker was enough warning. She saw one of Seagrass escort ships run straight into a bombardment.

Lightning bolts, striking the enchanted hull! [Fireballs], blowing pieces out of the deck, sending [Sailors] screaming into the waters. Arrows, detonating across the ship!

It listed, no longer moving. It was the exact same attack that Seagrass had launched. His ships instantly stopped volleying and kept fleeing. They were in the Curse of the Wellfar. Everything you send at us, well send right back at you.

They could manipulate space, so you shot arrows at yourself, or rammed into each other if you didnt check your travel through this trick-realm. The only chance they had was to board, or outfox the enchantment. Rasea Zecrew glanced over her shoulder.

Tyrion Veltras waited, sword and shield drawn. Lady Buscrei was taking potshots with her bow as Lord Sweykept throwing up. Rasea waved at them. Then she snarled at her [First Mate].

Get us out of here.

They left behind three burning ships and a Sea Serpent. Etril Wellfar only gave up the chase because one of the burning hulls had crashed into the Pride of the Wellfar at over a hundred knots and smashed all but one barrier.

It was a mistake a [Captain] unfamiliar with the sheer speed of the vessel made. Unfortunately, it gave Seagrass and Zecrew the chance to escape; it was too risky to advance. He turned.

Back on course.

Lord Tyrion watched the younger mans smile. He settled back, now it was clear they wouldnt be fighting. He felt like he was waking up. The closer they gothis head rose and he looked north, to the still far-off continent. But growing closer.

Sammial.

He was grateful. He would have taken a lesser ship, evaded the blockade or forced his way through. He had no need to.

So this was Gresaria Wellfars son.

The Pride of the Wellfar had taken to deep sea. Its attack on the two famous [Captains] had not gone unnoticed. But it had actually provided a cover, of sorts.

In the first hours, everyone assumed it was Etril Wellfar flexing his muscles. Not long for the captaincy of the ship with that recklessness, but hed nearly gotten those two old salt-villains.

Of course, some knew exactly what was going on. Everyone else was in the dark and the ships naval battle got a feature on television. Wasnt that all you wanted?

In Ailendamus courts, King Itorin II had some cause for alarm when he saw the vessel at sea. He summoned Duke Rhisveri, and his uncle opined it wasnt anything to worry about.

It is a mighty ship, but House Veltras would not be as foolish to retaliate. Even if they saw through the sneak attack.

Is it possible, uncle?

Itorin wasnt as sanguine, but Rhisveri just sneered.

Assume they did. What proof had they? No fitting casusbelli. They may act in time, but House Veltras is nothing but formal. Nor does the Dawn Concordat have any substantive motivation for them to truly go to war. If they do, we will counter-offer. Did the [Diplomats] treat with House Veltras as I instructed?

I believe someone did. Well, then. Coincidence. Order the blockade not to obstruct the Pride of the Wellfar, obviously. But be seen to give warnings. Is that incompetent [Admiral] still in charge, the one who sieged Nadel?

The incompetant [Admiral], who had still been the highest-levelled [Admiral] in the region, had been reassigned to a fittingly lowly post for the debacle. The [Strategists] assured Itorin that all was well and that was that. The war council didnt deliberate long on that, but rather, the second phase of the Dawn Concordats fall.

All except for one of the [Generals] who had been in court during the drama last week. He hesitated. All the logic checked out, as it was presented. If you assumed every fact was as the [Duke] and the [King] had said, it was a confident, yet safe bet to assume House Veltras would be irate at most, but cautious.

So he was mistaken. He definitely was mistaken, and the monarch of the realm and the [Duke] werent wrong. But because he was an actually decent [General], the man excused himself, hurried down the palace hallways, and after asking twice, came to a room where two prisoners of state were resting.

There was absolutely no way that Duke Rhisveri would have failed tohe peeked into the room where a little boy was screaming for a Ryoka Griffin. He checked the face. He checked the aura. He pulled out a Ring of Appraisal and checked the level and class. The [General] sprinted, almost screaming, back to the war council. But of course, by then, the Pride of the Wellfar was advancing on the naval blockade so fast that even if they turned now

The Wyrm cared nothing for insignificant children and brats.

That was his mistake.

Authors Note: Well, theres clearly nothing more to say there.

Hi, Im pirateaba. I launched a Kickstarter and you all hit the goal in six hours. I was exceptionally worried and stressed, and?

I dont know what to say. I wasnt sure how to say thank you, so I kept writing. Because thats what you like, and thats the only way to do it. Mind you, Ill still take my break early September because I need to rest to write better and Im more tired than usual due to all the pressure but

Youre great readers. And you moved so fast the Kickstarter team is working on stretch goals since you blasted past the first one! Ill let you know and Im sure they will too with the Kickstarter-email-thing once its live.

So for now, thanks. Were moving fast. Tyrion is moving fast. Boats are moving fast. Knots are a confusing nautical term. I hope you enjoy it, though. Thanks for reading and, well, I hope you enjoy the comic and the story! Its got boats too.

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