The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 47: H

It was a strange thing they saw. Almost incomprehensible in that first moment, especially for many who were not familiar with the idea. Then it caught in the mind, like a burr to the imagination. A brilliant idea, a natural extension of something they had already been led towards. After all, it had flowed like this before.

In another world. But only a fraction realized that. It changed the experience of viewing, but what it told remained the same.

The first thing they saw was the sky. It was evening, cloudless, and it looked like someone had poured fire across a pink aurora in the sky, turning to a deep blue like the ocean on the very edges of the horizon. A few stars were visible, glowing a faint fiery red, or bright yellow, or just plain white.

There was virtually nothing on the horizon that interfered with the glorious view. No clouds. No mountains. No hills or buildings or trees, and no birds either. It filled everything, beautiful, hauntingly vast. Then, a moment later, was the sound.

Sound. Not smell. Not touch. The audience heard crunching, the sounds of someone walking on something dry, powdered, with labored breathing close by. The view shifted upwards abruptly, and someones face came into the frame.

Yesframe. For it was a kind of lens, if not a camera or video recorder. Something similar, and the person angling the image understood something about capturing images. They settled the image on themselves, not too low, so you werent staring up at them and into their nostrils. For a second, two faintly violet, mostly grey eyes stared straight into the audiences. Then they flicked ahead, scanning for something.

The person in-frame was a young man. Human, skin tanned as well as sunburnt, wearing a headwrap and long, concealing clothes to prevent the rest of his fair-ish skin from burning. They were nondescript, a beige that ran to brown, as to make him somewhat invisible amid the sand surrounding him. He was dusty, sandblown, and looked tired.

Behind him was the undercarriage of something huge and hairy that went mweh. It was, in fact, a camel, standing to grudging attention as the young man spoke. He had the reins of the camel in one hand, and spoke quickly. His voice was clipped, precise, and fast. As if he only had half the time to get a word in that everyone else did.

This is Rmi Canada[Journalist]. I think Im here at last. If notthis joins a dozen other failed attempts. It will be, to the best of my ability, an accurate account of everything I see, without editing or falsehood.

He stopped for a second. His eyes flickered, but he didnt open his mouth. The view changed again, and that was when the audience realized he held the view that bobbed occasionally, dipping as he climbed onto the camels back. It knelt and he rose, riding up the hill, set against the sunset in that vivid, open sky that could only belong to one continent.

Chandrar. As the camel crested the hill, Rmi adjusted his camera, or whatever else the audience was seeing through, allowing them a view of the great sand dune he had crested sweeping back towards actual ground. Still dry, but dotted with actual vegetation brave enough to grow along the changing border of sand.

Hup. Go faster. That way.

Rmi ordered the camel, and it went down the hill, somehow tracking the finger that appeared for a second. The destination was as obvious to the animal as it was to the viewers.

Amid the arid place, with still no visible signs of civilization or large patches of vegetationanythinga giant valley had formed, completely coincidentally, out of two large sand dunes.

It might be gone tomorrow, if the wind blowing the tops off the dunes kept up. But for now, it completely hid several miles of land in the neverending landscape about here.

Yet it was not completely empty. There was nothing much to see beyond tough low-level vegetation, actual dirt rather than sandexcept for one little spot where something glowed despite the fading light.

A distant fire. Tiny, smokeless, and distinctlyat least one figure. Rmi focused on it and the image magnified, bouncing around as the camel descended.

I think this is it. My Skills are telling methis could be it. Slow down, girl.

Mweh.

The distant fire was disappearing into the night, so even though Rmi rode closer at a measured pace, details were nearly impossible for all but the most discerning viewer. All they could see was a fuzzy group of shapes amid the small amount of light, not pixelated, because this was not an electronic recording. More like how the eye lost detail, and everything grew blurry and indistinct.

Nevertheless, the campfires residents finally came into focus, and a voice murmured, loud enough to be heard as Rmi and the camel approached.

tracked. The same one stalking us. Prepare for battle. Not you, Yinah.

Something meowed loudly, and then one of the three figures standing around the campfire turned. Rmi stopped abruptly, as a voice called out.

You there. Halt! Draw blade and die.

The camera moved, rising, as the young man called out.

Im unarmed! This is a magical artifact! Dont shoot! I just want to talk!

Hah!

But the female figure didnt loose an arrow. She held a bow, tipped with an arrow that glittered dangerously with a light of its own. She was only a silhouette against the fires light. She turned her head.

Do you see anyone else, Ksmvr?

Ksmvr. Then, you might remember the name and put together the pieces.

A figure leapt down, causing the camel and Rmi to start. He followed it, and an odd figure landed, a cloak billowing around him. He too was nearly invisible without light, but something shone dully, light reflected off a curious body.

A strange one. Not as tall as the woman, but squatter, with a rounded back even when he stood upright. Shorter too, but he had leapt downwards from an incredible height with such ease. He stood there, tilting his head left and right, andwere those antennae? One, a stump of one, waved left and right erratically.

I saw no one else, Nsiia.

Well then, it seems our pursuer either has invisible friends, ones far away, or tells the truth. Come closer, stranger! Keep your arms raised and dont aim thatthing directly at any of us. Domehead, awake. No need to keep hidden.

The leader, or so it seemed, the woman, gestured. Rmi rode forwards, slowly, then jerked. The camel screamed, and understandably.

Something came out of what had seemed like part of the hill the group was camped next to. A massive figure, with a glowing head, rose out of the sand it had been buried in, a giant! A [Knight] in full armor

No. Something even larger. A giant wearing metal armor glowing with faint, magical runework. And rather than a helmet, his glowing head was a perfect half-sphere. A crystal dome, transparent, disclosing a small forest of glowing crystals of many colors, predominantly bright yellow, within. They winked and turned off or on hypnotically, but the giant metal creationthe Golemhad a huge axe in one hand. It stowed the weapon on its back as the camel backed away, making sounds of alarm.

Hush, Sandi. Relax

The camel, whose name was apparently Sandi, did not want to get close. Yet then the woman laughed, and whistled.

Come here. Dont be alarmed by this giant child. If your master means treachery, hell be the one to suffer for it. Not you, brave one.

Somehow, her words calmed the camel and it trotted forwards, even eagerly. Rmi dismounted, and thats when the woman came into view by firelight, and Ksmvr as well.

The first sight of Empress Nsiia of Tiqr, the Empress of Beasts, was a fitting one. Whether Rmi had chosen the moment or by luck, she stood with only the faintest hints of light on the horizon. A cooking fire was at her back, and she was as travel-worn as Rmi. Still, she wore riding clothes and, over them, a patchwork of leather pieces. She had a sword at her side, and dark skin.

But what stood out was the way she held herself, hands on her hips, eyes glinting. They were a bright orange, almost as wild as the cat that perched on her shoulders, eyes aglow. A city cat, a house-cat with blonde and ashy fur, but two strange, ceramic back legs, perfectly carved to imitate the real things.

The Empress of Beasts smiled, warily, facing down Rmi and his unseen audience as if she had an army at her back, rather than a single cat and two odd companions. Her eyes had a faint glow, like an animals, and her hair was running long, uncut, almost as wild as the very air around her.

She was Nsiia of Tiqr, Nsiia Oliphant, the fallen Empress of Beasts who had lost her empire and been taken prisoner of war months ago. A friend of the King of Destruction. A recent escapee, hounded by at least three major powers who had no desire to see her regain power.

She was the least interesting of the three people who stood there. Marginally more interesting than the cat, Yinah.

The giant Golem was eight feet tall, made of polished metal despite the fine layer of grit, and carried a battleaxe that no normal Human could have wielded without being a giant of their kind. Yet Domehead could lift it one-handed. He was an automaton, voiceless, seemingly without personalitycertainly without facebut he was a miracle of the Magus-Crafter of Illivere.

The first Sentient-class Golem in living memory. Built by the finest magical craftspeople of Illivere, champion of the Testing Grounds. Affectionately dubbed Domehead by a nation that wanted him back.

Yet even Domehead was not as strange as the last figure, which the audience may have seen, certainly heard of, but never up close. Never like he was: still, watchful, his two broken antennae twitching, his three arms at rest.

One hand on the hilt of a long, wrapped sword at his side. Another casually drifting near what looked like a plain little cloth sacka bag of holding. The last clutched a strange buckler with a shimmering forcefield around it.

Three arms. He had a fourth, but it was severed above the elbow, the stump long since healed over. Yet not with flesh. His entire body waschitin.

Insectile armor. A carapace of dark brown and black, and his eyes were two round, multi-faceted orbs without pupils or any other color. He had two biting mandibles, and his back was a rounded shell, like a beetles. He was shorter than Nsiia, discounting his antennae, and compact, but bedecked with strange artifacts.

His long cloak, bearing two holes from arrows or spells. The wrapped sword at his side, the sword of a [Paladin] from antiquitythough the audience did not know its exact nature. A Forceshield, two hanging compact hand-crossbows, a belt of potions, bag of holding, and more tools and weapons.

He was an adventurer. The only Gold-rank Antinium adventurer in existence. The only Antinium to ever leave his Hive and journey abroad, alone.

Ksmvr of the Horns of Hammerad.

There they stood, a trioquartet if you counted the narrow-eyed Yinah, and sextet if you counted the mare and second camel resting around the fireeach one as striking and as different as they could be from each other.

Rmi Canada, unseen but audible to the audience, held up his hands.

Ive found you. Im Rmi Canada, a [Journalist]please, give me a second to speak?

Nsiias eyes narrowed as she pointed directly at the viewers.

What is that youre holding?

A modified artifact. Its a scrying mirror, but its not active!

Nsiia had raised the shortbow she was carrying at the word scrying mirror. She aimed the arrow straight at Rmis chest.

And how are we to know its not active?

Nsiia, I do not believe he would admit it is a scrying device if he intended to spy on us. He has already found our location and you believed he has been following us the last four days. If this is an ambush, we are already jeopardized. He would die, either way. Should we not hear him out?

The Antinium spoke. Nsiia glanced at Ksmvr, and put up her bow again with a wry laugh.

Well thought out, Ksmvr. Alright then. Explain yourself, Rmi Canada.

The young man exhaled, and lowered the magical camera, with a telltale shaking until he steadied it. He approached, explaining.

Ive been trying to find you for nearly two weeks. As soon as I heard youd escaped the Illivere Federationbefore that, honestly. I was hoping to interview you. Or even have a chance to meet you. Now that youre fleeing from Illivere, I hope youlltake me with you. I realize this is sudden, but I am a [Journalist]Ive written articles for newspapers and reported on Tiqrs war. However, I believe you will be the story this world needs to hear. If youll let me accompany you and film what you do.

Nsiia tossed her head back as she pointed to the fire. Domehead had already stepped backwards, in the shadow of the camp, as still as a statue, without the need to move, even to look around. However, his arms were cradledthe better for Yinah to curl up and nap in them. The Empress of Beasts glanced at Domehead and smiled.

You found us, when at least three nations have hunters and trackers after usand you want to accompany us into a warzone for a story? Hah! Well, I have heard of [Writers], [Historians], [Poets], and other fools trying the same. I also know your name, Rmi Canada. Sit, and I shall consider it.

She gestured, and again, the viewpoint wobbled as Rmi hesitated. He coughed, and then spoke.

As a matter of fact, Empress Nsiia, I hate to contradict you, but I am not here to follow you, specifically. I was hoping to meet with

The camera swung left, and Nsiias look of shocked outrage was replaced by a puzzled Antinium. Ksmvr looked left, then at the camera. Then he pointed to himself with one of his hands.

Me?

And that, of course, was how it all began.

Ksmvr did not know Rmi Canada, except vaguely by name. The young man was interesting, at least as Humans went. Which was not very, to Ksmvr.

He could not fly, possess bodies, breathe acid, breathe underwater, smell what you had eaten yesterday, or so on. Also, Humans looked vaguely the same, but Ksmvr appreciated that not everyone could be Pisces.

Rmi was fascinating in that he had somehow sought out this small group, despite Nsiias best attempts to take them through the least-populated areas of Tiqr. She was native to this land and had chosen the most inhospitable terrain, the better to foil trackers. They had also moved at a near-gallop, albeit with Skills, the entire time.

Nevertheless, this young man had done what other [Trackers], [Hunters], and [Scouts] had not. He had already been on the way, and heading from the opposite direction, which helped, but he explained as he let his camel sit and took a seat next to the fire.

I had to ride nearly day and night to catch you. I wouldnt have dared try to catch up, but I have [Expeditious Traveller]its helped me get around.

Nsiia grunted, already in a dangerously bad mood. She sat, cross-armed and cross-legged, next to a bubbling pot of porridge by the small fire theyd made. Breakfast, in fact. They were travelling by night due to Ksmvrs allergy to baking to death in the heat of the sun, but shed sensed Rmi coming.

Alone? Even when Tiqr was safe, I would have called you foolish without any escort. Monsters abound, especially near the borders of my empiremy former empire. How could you find us, nonetheless? Neither scrying spell nor Skill should let you follow me. A [Tracker] would not be able to hone onto me personally, only follow what little trail we haveand sand and camouflage take care of that.

You mean, because of your aura?

Rmi angled the strange object he held and Nsiia glowered at it. It was, to Ksmvrs eyes, a curious kind of box. He had seen what was surely part of a scrying mirror inside, but it was somehow attached to, or linked with, what looked like a glowing crystal, expertly cut into a rough sphere, but with smooth facets rather than perfect roundness, like some kind of extreme geometric object.

My aura, yes. I am a monarch in classeven deposed of my throne. You either have a level beyond mine, or a different means.

Different means, Your Majesty. Ima [Journalist]. The Skill that led me here isnt one that means you harm. Nor does it track you, specifically. It must not interfere with your aura. Its called [Follow the Story].

Hah! Explain your class then. Ive never heard of it. Is it like thatDrassi? Of Wistram News Network? Television?

Ksmvr grew more interested as he sat around the warm fire. Rmi nodded, fishing out a flask of water but keeping his device perfectly level with what looked like practice.

Yes, Empress Nsiia. Its a class about news. Abouttruth, reporting events. A new class, in a sense. Not [Reporter]. Mines more of a derivation. A [Reporter] is on the scene, or someone who relays whats happening to an audience, like television. My class writes news articles. Have you seen a newspaper?

That new thing? I saw a few articles.

Well, a [Journalist] researches, finds new stories for the public, be it through magazines, newspapers, the televisionand I do think I may be the highest-levelled [Journalist] in this world.

Nsiias eyes narrowed suspiciously and Ksmvr sat up at this claim. But Rmi didnt appear to be attempting to deceive them, and he spoke very confidently indeed about such new things.

Hah. So you find stories to tell? Why did you come to us? I will own that my flight from Illivere is news, as is Domehead. Ksmvr himself is a famed adventurer, but one who survived the raid on the Village of the Dead. We three all have tales to tell, but why Ksmvr?

Nsiia couldnt hide that she was peeved, and didnt bother to try. Rmi glanced at Ksmvr, and angled the box towards him. Instantly, Nsiia moved her head left and towards it, scowling.

What are you doing? What is that thing for?

Recording, Your Majesty.

Recording our positions?

No!

Rmi shielded the box from her wrath. He explained, backing up.

Its not transmitting to Wistram or any other organization. Id never do thatthere is a thing known as journalistic integrity, Your Majesty! It is not my job to interfere like that unless I feel I have an ethical responsibility to do sonot in this case at all. This is a new artifact I commissioned, with almost all of my profits. Not a new one, in fact; an existing kind of magical device. It takes images and transfers them into this crystal, here.

He tapped the rounded crystal very gently.

[Mages] have had the magical acumen to broadcast images, record them, from creating pictures to full-scale images, for a long time. They have not createdmedia until very recently.

And you want to record Ksmvr? Why him? You are aware the King of Destruction has been wounded gravely in battle, arent you? There is a war in Terandria, unrest in Wistram of all placesa thousand and one great events. Why him?

Ksmvr opened his mandibles.

Yes, why me, Rmi Canada? You are surely aware of who I am?

He looked at the young man and Rmi nodded.

Ksmvr of the Horns of Hammerad, Gold-rank adventurer. Former or current member of the Hive of the Free Antinium, Liscor. I couldnt identify which was true.

Former.

Ksmvr was impressed by Rmis understanding, not to mention the gratifying speed and accuracy with which he spoke. Ksmvr liked that kind of person. Rmi reminded Ksmvr of Hedault, or Femithain, although the two other Humans were different in other ways.

Why did you seek me out, Journalist Rmi? If you are aware that the Horns of Hammerad live, and I do believe it is an interesting news story of some small fascination, you surely should have sought out the more veteran and important members of my team. Captain Ceria Springwalker, Pisces Jealnet, or Yvlon Byres. UnlessI was the only one you could find?

Rmi brushed at some hair in his face and shook his head. His eyes were intent on Ksmvr, searching him, but he kept as much attention on that little recording box. He hesitated, then angled it towards himself.

He had an odd tool for that. He could actually place the box on a long arm and hook with a lever that let it rotate back towards him, or to capture a sight that he couldnt with only his arm for extension. He recorded himself now with the box as Nsiia scooted over so she was next to Ksmvr.

I have heard credible reports that at least Pisces Jealnet and Yvlon Byres are alive. I can give them to you if you would like, Ksmvr. I assume youre going after them?

That is my intention, yes.

Well, I would like to record that. I cant fight, but I will find my own supplies. I can even offer to pay you, although its not much

But why?

Nsiia glowered at Rmi. He gave her a puzzled look, and realized Ksmvr also didnt understand. He looked at Ksmvr, shaking his head slightly.

Ksmvrexcuse medo you have any last name, Ksvmr?

I do not. Antinium do not have last names. Ksmvr of the Free Antinium is a suitable appellation if you must give me one.

Rmi nodded.

Then thats a fact I, and my audience, now know about Antinium, Ksmvr, where we knew virtually nothing before. You are the first Antinium willing to talk, an adventurer, an emissary of your people. This is the chance of a lifetime to show the world what Antinium are.

Ksmvr found many fallacies in Rmis plan, though he had to admit, he understood the [Journalist]s idea.

I regret to inform you, Rmi Canada, that I am an outcast of my Hive.

Nevertheless, Ksmvr, there is no way for me to meet an Antinium under normal circumstances. I believe you could change the worlds perception of your species.

I see this ones logic, Ksmvr.

Nsiia leaned over, whispering. Ksmvr hesitated, then tilted his head slightly.

Then you think we should let him accompany us, Nsiia?

Why not? Thiswhat do you call your box, Journalist Canada?

Rmi is fine, Your Majesty. I call it a camera, although thats more of a catchall term. Magic recorder would also do.

Then Nsiia is fine. It seems to me that since Ksmvr and I are thrown together by the whims of fate, your recordings might also detail Tiqrs plight, mightnt they? Or do you have no care for Tiqr?

Rmi nodded at Nsiia.

I reported on the war for Tiqr, Your Majesty.

I know. Then?

Rmi held up the box on the stick, which somehow stayed perfectly level despite his less-than-perfect motor control. A balancing spell, Ksmvr guessed.

I would consider it as important a news story as that of interviewing the Antinium.

Nsiia smiled, satisfied.

Good. Then we shall eat, and break camp. We ride by night. Just what is it you want to do? Shall it interfere with us or will you justwatch?

If youll let me use whatever Skills you are employing, I will follow you, ask questions when you are freeI can eat by myself, but I also have supplies. If fighting breaks outI am protected from some harm by my Skills. [Impartial Observer].

Nsiia threw her head back.

Hah! Now theres a [Spy]s Skill! What a curious coincidence. I shall allow it. Unless Ksmvr objects?

She looked at him and Ksmvr hesitated. However, it did seem like Rmi Canada might be helpful, and if he had news of the othersKsmvr nodded slowly.

I shall allow it. Although I must inform you, Rmi Canada, that I am not part of Empress Nsiias movement to free Tiqr.

Really?

Rmi focused on Ksmvr in an instant. Nsiia scowled.

I consider Ksmvr a boon companion

I am only coincidentally in the Empress company, due to shared pursuit. In fact, I would like to state that I am not part of any political or military movement in direct confrontation with other nations.

a friend and comrade in arms, who has saved my life and I his.

Nsiia shouted. Ksmvr saw Rmi track both of them, and then turn to Domehead.

And Domehead? Isnt he property of Illivere? Or, do you consider youve liberated him as a Sentient-class Golem?

He swung back to Nsiia and Ksmvr in time to catch the way they looked at each other. Ksmvr hesitated.

I did not free or liberate Domehead. Nor did Nsiia.

Yes

Nsiia turned back to Rmi, and Ksmvr saw her narrow her eyes with more than just annoyance or pique. She regarded him a bit more warily. Rmi eyed them.

Then how did he come into your company? I would like the full story later, whenever you can give it to me.

Nsiia frowned and crossed her arms again. Ksmvr scratched at his head. Already, he somewhat regretted his choice, but all he had to do wasbe recorded? Surely, it was not a problem. So he shrugged.

He followed us. I believe the dynamics and cultural significance of Golem-creation have not extended to Sentience-class Golems and am unsure of the exact positions in play. But it is my understanding that Nsiia is Domeheads mother.

He pointed at Nsiia. She blinked at him. Rmi blinked at Ksmvr. Domeheads crystals winked in their dome. Ksmvr looked around, then went to eat breakfast.

It was at this point that Drassi fell out of her seat and hit the floor. The crash in the newsroom was accompanied by her swearing and two assistants rushing into frame to help her up. Drassi stood up, re-seated herself, and spoke.

Uhif youre just tuning in, this is Drassi, and we just sawI can only describe it as a recording of [Journalist] Rmi Canada meeting the Empress of Tiqr and Ksmvrand a Golem named Domehead? This isthis is extraordinary! Its like one of those recorded broadcasts, onlywell, how did we get it?

Another Drake hurried over to confer with Drassi, but the [Reporter] pointed him around. So the Drake gave a nervous report.

Apparentlyit was a, uh, delivery to the Mages Guild via a City Runner. It broadcast first on Visions of Chandrarone of the competing news outlets.

Ive never even heard of that one. Is it new? And then we got ahold of it?

Drassi blinked. The Drake nodded. Drassi turned to the viewers, looking amazed.

Well, there you have it. Rmi Canada is apparently travelling with the Empress of Beasts and Ksmvrhes a personal friend, Ill have you knowin Chandrar! Expect more of these recordings to come. In fact, this ones not over! So, uhis this going to be a thing? Because I like it!

She looked around, and there it was. It was a thing.

Not a movie. Not a television show, or news broadcast. Technically, if you had the terminology for it, it was a documentary, or a journalistic report. And it went around the world, mainly thanks to Drassis personal friendship with Rmi Canada that led her to copy the recording.

Also, the nature of the revolutionary little device Rmi had poured all of his income into producing. The documentary hit every major city, every person who could pay to see a broadcast of the recording, and even small villages where people now had a habit of gathering around the scrying orb to see interesting events, or even had it playing as they worked.

This is what they saw.

Nights of riding, days of rest. Or talking with Rmi. At first, it was disconcerting, him with his little box and how he asked questions and always pointed it at them.

But then Ksmvr and Nsiia got used to it, and she stopped trying to walk into every frame. In fact, they almost forgot about it. Not that it existed, but they never saw anything other than Rmi pointing it at them, so they began to justact normally. After all, nothing ever came of it.

The first days of flight and adjusting to Chandrars challenges were over. Ksmvr had settled into a routine of travel across Chandrar, such that riding each night was involved, and chatter was minimal as they moved as fast as they couldbesides, sand and the bumpy ride of Spitty, Ksmvrs mortal nemesis, didnt make for great chatter anyways.

They had some time to talk around fires or eating without fires, or before they broke camp or slept, but Rmi occupied that. He kept up well, despite being noticeably the weakest traveller among the group.

Im not used to travelling. Ive done it beforebut never at this intensity. Ive gotten a lot of experience.

That was his one comment around a breakfast of dried Yellats and dry jerky, followed by not-dry water. Nsiia quirked an eyebrow, amused.

Youre too modest, Rmi. Even a trained [Warrior] would find this pace somewhat tiring. Ksmvr, how does it trouble you, if at all?

I hate Spitty.

The camel turned his head from flirting with Sandi and spat. Ksmvr blocked it with his Forceshield and glared at the camel. Nsiia laughed. Yinah meowed, complaining at being woken up. She got to ride in a side-basket hanging, not on the mares flanks or Spittys side, but on the smoothest, most comfortable ride: around Domeheads neck. Indeed, the Golem was carefully feeding Yinah bits of meat.

For some reason Rmi recorded that, then focused on the group. Nsiia stabbed the ground with her sheathed sword, and did a rough sketch in the dirt.

Weve circumnavigated much of Tiqr. I would have liked to ride through the heart of itbut now is not the time. We had to place distance between us and Illivere. Us and Savere, as well, which is why I held us so far north. There are garrisons in my empire as welland no doubt Nerrhavias Fallen will be after us soon.

Are those the three groups most likely to pursue, in your mind, Nsiia?

Rmi asked. He did talk and interject questions, but usually preferred to let Ksmvr or Nsiia fill the air. Nsiia scowled.

Yes. The Siren personally wants me. Nerrhavia? They have an interest in keeping me from my people. Femithain wants Domehead, and he was responsible for my captivity. It falls on his head if we are not caught. Sothree nations. There are smaller ones, butpeh.

She turned her head and spat, to show how she cared for them. Ksmvr nodded.

We are nearing your western border. What is the plan after that? Where are we bound? I am content to be headed in Pisces direction.

Pisces was due west, headed towards Roshal, so Ksmvr had not objected. But Nsiia just sighed.

I need my army. And they are here. To the west of Tiqr lies three major lands.

She pointed, and Ksmvr and Rmi leaned forwards. Ksmvr was aware of the nations around Reim, having followed the King of Destructions war, but the rest of Chandrar was largely unknown to him. He knew Roshal was a harbor on the furthest west coast of Chandrar, the famous nation of slavers.

In the center of Chandrar was Zeikhal, the Great Desert that had devoured countless nations and was a no mans land that few could survive the further in you went. But along the southern coast? Savere, then Nerrhavias Fallen to the easttiny Pomle, Illivere, Tiqr, smaller nations, and then?

The Kilalle Steppes border Zeikhal here, you see? They are a wild placefew permanent cities. No central ruler. Garuda territory. Their clansgroups of Garuda, much like your Gnollshold it. They have been friends to Tiqr more than enemies. It is here Vasraf and what remains of my armies hide.

She pointed to the northwest of Tiqr. Then circled a section along the coast.

Here lies another power we should be wary of, and why you should keep accompanying me, Ksmvr. The Empire of Scaied is a mercenary one, and they might well go after an Antinium alone for the bounty on his head. More than that? You helped me escape.

In fact, I merely waved my sword in the vague direction of

Yes, yes. But they are enemies of Tiqr and you are an enemy of theirs by extension.

I object to this line of thought.

Nsiia grinned at Ksmvr.

Not everyone is as reasonable as you, Ksmvr. The Beitv Underlands are in the middle, there. Another land without a central great power, though they do have rulers

Tell me about them.

Ksmvr was fascinated. Nsiia shrugged and cast her eyes at the evening sky. They had an hour before the land cooled enough to ride.

Shortly? Very well. The Empire of Scaied made war on Tiqr many timesand we them. They fight for coin. Mercenarythey clash with other kingdoms, raid, and sustain themselves by war. Tiqr does not, and we share opposing views. I thought they would attack Tiqr when the other nations made war, but they were busy enough not to join in.

She grimaced.

They have a number of unsavory features, and I do not have time to list their many faults.

Ksmvr held up his hand.

Is this an unbiased opinion?

Nsiias glare made him lower it after a few seconds. She poked holes in the little sketch of Scaied for a moment, then sighed.

I wonder if you would like them, Ksmvr, or they you, without fear of the Antinium in name. You seethey do deal with creatures kin to yours. Or so I think. Giant scorpions, which they ridesomewhat like the Jaws of Zeikhal, but far smaller.

Ksmvr looked at Nsiia. He frowned, drawing his mandibles together.

I am not a scorpion.

She blinked at him.

Yes, but I meant you are like an insect. And a scorpion

I am not a scorpion. No one rides Antinium.

Ksmvr crossed his arms. Nsiia peered at him.

Fine then. The Beitv Underlands might be more your folk.

Why?

Because they live underground.

The [Brave Skirmisher] paused. He opened his mandibles, raised a finger, then crossed two arms.

I admit, there is some correlation there.

Its my understanding that the Beitv Underlands have never had a strong military presence or a large standing army, Empress Nsiia. How have they survived? Peace treaties? Economic strength? Skills?

Rmi looked intrigued. Nsiia just laughed.

Nothing so smart, Rmi! They survived because no one would bother to invade them. The Beitv Underlands have some wealth, but if anyone tries to conquer them, they collapse the tunnels and withdraw. You would have to take two armiesone to fight and one to dig!

Antinium could do it.

Ksmvr spoke, and Rmi shifted the box to him.

Do the Antinium have designs on Chandrar, Ksmvr?

The Gold-rank adventurer hesitated. Ksmvr looked at Rmi, at the box. He shrugged.

I am not a Queen of the Antinium. But we have designs on everywhere acceptable to be colonized. Chandrar is far away.

Nsiia eyed him. Rmi nodded, but frowned.

Yet the Antinium have a reputation for being a warlike, invasive people, Ksmvr. What would you say to that?

Ksmvr gave him a blank look.

We have invaded Izril by Drake and Human rhetoric. We did make war. We would move to Chandrar if we could, to establish new Hives, I believe. If possible.

He fell silent. Rmi waited, then prompted him.

And?

That is what species do to live. The Gnolls left Izril. Someday, we may leave Izril too. If so, the Beitv Underlands might be a prime target.

Ksmvr stared calmly into the camera. He chewed on his breakfast as even the Empress of Beasts gave him a troubled look. Then he amended his statement.

Except that we would have to cross water. We hate water. I hate water.

Rmi Canadas first documentary came out after a lot of drama and news around the Meeting of Tribes, to substantially less fanfare and instant attention. That it even got coverage was thanks to Drassi, but it didnt have every eye glued on it, like, say, watching Foliana of the Forgotten Wing Company, Three-Color Stalker, try to throw peanuts at Grand Magus Eldavin did.

Through the scrying orb. As if she could somehow toss a nut across the world and onto the other projection just because they were presented side-by-side in the same picture. Which demonstrated her lack of spatial understanding vis--vis the perspective of a camera, or her own misplaced confidence in her Skills. Or just her desire to toss shelled peanuts at [Mages] who annoyed her.

That was hugely interesting to any audience, no matter who you were, and had happened on the news. Live. Including such memorable scenes as the [King] of Pheislant, who was currently divorced, maybe, possibly, definitely asking both Queen Geilouna of Desonis and Strategist Perorn of the Forgotten Wing company out on a date.

And being shot down. By flaming arrows. That was another event from the news, and the Meeting of Tribes. So you could see why, frankly, even though Ksmvr was in the news, and Nsiia and Domehead, it wasnt as instantly eye-catching.

Moreover, Wistram and the other news networks, which were becoming more mainstream television, were learning a lessontheir audiences did need breaks. They could only show so much high-drama before being tuned out.

Enter Rmi Canadas first foray into the documentary. Was it at the worst possible time? Orbest?

There was something that made the documentary do the rounds on the other channels. It was justwell, a lot of quiet. Actual conversations, rather than a bloody battle. Like the opening, sometimes Rmi and the others just rode and the view was of Chandrars landscapes, the vivid sky, or capturing a conversation.

Because, crucially, Rmi Canadas recordings were not edited. It was up to anyone who received a copy of the magical image to do soor not at all. He didnt have the magical acumen to do so, so, very interestingly, some groups chose to play it wholesale, and to their interest, they found audiences willing to watch someone just ride across Chandrar for an entire day in the background.

Andcoincidentallywatch Ksmvr, Nsiia, and Domehead. None of the people being filmed really understood who was watching them. They didnt stop near Mages Guilds or civilization. They were certainly staying away from scrying orbs, which, by now, everyone sort of knew could be reverse-engineered to spy on the user. And everyone was really just anyone with a modicum of power or connection to a group with any military might or secrets they didnt want revealed.

The only person who could chart any of this was Rmi Canada. And he was just the journalist, film crew, and passenger in this adventure together.

Ksmvr observed a few qualities about Rmi after two days of travel. First, the [Journalist] possessed a number of interesting abilities, both in Skills and developed by his profession.

He was able to keep up well with Nsiia, Domehead, and Ksmvr, despite being the least-conditioned of the group. Ksmvr could ride Spitty until the camel dropped dead, but Nsiia made sure they got plenty of rest, and he was a [Skirmisher] over Level 30, and had Antinium biology designed to weather most extremes.

Short of heatstroke, he could keep on going. Nsiia was the Empress of Beasts and Chandrar was her home. She could sleep in the saddle, and her faithful animal companions had extra intelligence and strength due to her presence.

Domehead was a Golem. He could run all day and all night. So even Yinah looked perkier than Rmi after a day of hard riding. Nevertheless, he kept up.

Ive done some hard riding. Unless you have an escort, you have to bounce around for stories.

And you seek those out.

Ksmvr was riding Spitty, side-by-side with Rmi and his camel, Sandi.

Spitty and Sandi. He kept trying to ride closer and Ksmvr kept pulling him away. The camel turned his head to glare at Ksmvr, and the Antinium offered him a Yellat to eat. Spitty hated Yellats.

I had to, right when I was starting out. Newspapers were not in circulation, nor was the television. I actually went from city to city with a little news bulletinI made a small profit selling them to [Merchants] and people who were interested in my writing.

Fascinating. And you did this alone?

Rmi hesitated. He had his magic-camera out, and it was on that swivel-stick that let it film both Ksmvr, the camels, and him.

I had companions. At first. They died.

I am sorry to hear that.

Rmis face had gone guarded. Ksmvr saw him nod, slowly, and look at Ksmvr.

May I ask a question? Did any Antinium leave the Free Hive but you?

No. I was exiled.

Really? May I ask why?

Gross incompetence.

Nsiia turned in her saddle. Rmi raised his eyebrows.

Really? But youre a Gold-rank adventurer. You seem to be one of the most competent the Antinium could hope forevery species and nation respects Gold-ranks. I also thought you once threatened to start a war in the name of the Hives?

Ksmvr felt unpleasantly warm, despite the cold air. He shrugged.

That was a bluff.

Really? A bluff?

Nsiia cackled with delight. Rmi smiled.

And you dont mind sharing that to our audience?

Ksmvr hesitated.

Ah. Will many people see this? In that case, I would like you to remove this commentary.

Could I persuade you to keep it in?

I would prefer you to remove it. Threatening war is a viable tactical advantage. Psychologically.

Rmi coaxed Ksmvr into allowing him to keep it in. Ksmvr relented because his war threats had backfired and hed been cautioned by Captain Ceria not to do that too often anymore. He tried to go back to Ksmvrs expulsion.

I have heard that other Antinium have left the Free Hive in some way. Bird the Hunter. So others have exited.

Yes, but their situations were not analogous to mine. You asked, specifically, if any had left with me. They did not. I was exiled. Their status is less directly related to that.

May I ask what that is?

Ksmvr thought for a second. He prodded his stomach. And found he didnt want to talk about it.

You may. I decline to answer.

Rmi nodded. He changed tack instantly. He was tactful, and had already managed to get Nsiias account of Tiqrs fall out of her. Ksmvr was surprised to hear the Empress of Beasts relay her view of how the war had gone.

I never thought Tiqr was doomed, Journalist Canada.

No, Your Majesty? But you could see the odds stacked against Tiqr from the outset. Surely you heard your [Strategist] and [General]s commentary. Did General Vasraf ever advise you to sue for peace?

Nsiia threw her head back, eyes blazing.

Peace? That would have looked much like what we see now! At best, I would have been a puppet on the throne, but the other nations in the coalition did not make war just to stop me from allying with Flos Reimarch. They did it to take Tiqr, which they wanted. Let us not play games.

Of course, Your Majesty. But the odds?

Nsiia sighed.

I thought if I bled them, wounded them in great battles, they would relent. If one hound in the pack falls away, the next is more likely to follow. Even Nerrhavias hordes would not eagerly come one after another, not with the King of Destruction in the north. If I could do it again, I would sue for peace, if only to avoid the needless losses. Does that answer your question?

The young man nodded, focusing on her face for a moment.

Yes, thank you. And your plans next?

She smiled thinly.

That will wait until we find Vasraf. I do not trust you that much, Rmi Canada.

She met his grey-violet eyes with hers, and Rmi ducked his head. Which led Ksmvr into his question.

Violet eyes are not a natural color amongst Humans except when exposed to some magic, in their heritage or otherwise. May I ask your heritage, Rmi Canada? You do not appear to be natively Chandrarian.

That was a guess based on skin tone and the fact that Rmi didnt seem as used to the glare of the sun as even Chandrarians of his skin color were. The young man hesitated.

My eyes arent inherited, Ksmvr. They changed color due to one of my Skills.

Ah. Interesting. Which one? Unless it is secret.

No. I can share that. [Eyes of Personality]. Itscall it a Skill fit for a journalist. It was one of the earlier Skills I got.

Ksmvr nodded politely and added it to his lexicon of eye-based Skills. He concluded his observation.

Rmi Canada was a good deceiver. Not by outright lie, but by omission. He side-stepped, like Pisces could do with his rapier and footwork. He had things he did not want to say, like Ksmvr, who ignored or declined all of Rmis questions about the inner workings of Antinium Hives, and so on.

If anything, the most honest person here was Nsiia. Domehead could not talk, but ironically, Ksmvr realized the Empress of Beasts was fairly honest. She had been careful with Femithain, but he had never seen her do anything that was duplicitous, save when she needed to hide something. She was no manipulator.

Indeed, she was much like Spitty or Yinah. They did not pretend. Spitty spat at Ksmvr before the Antinium got on his back and kicked sand on Ksmvrs bedroll. Yinah would hiss and scratch at you if she did not want pets or cuddles.

Ksmvrthought it was nice that Nsiia was like animals. He disagreed. Deception was a key element of warfare. But he liked it in Nsiia.

Even in how she fought, Nsiia was straightforward. She feinted, drawing her sword back for a strike. She pretended to favor her left leg after Ksmvr struck her a lucky blow with a practice sword, then exploded outwards with a leaping slash.

But these were not deceptions and Ksmvr said as much. With a laugh, Nsiia planted the wooden blade in the sand. She had grabbed everything she could from Femithains mansion that might be useful. Fearing she wouldnt find an actual sword, shed grabbed the lead-weighted training blades Armsmaster Dellic had given her to practice with Ksmvr.

How else should I lie in combat, Ksmvr? Ask you politely to block my thrust, then slash you from another direction?

Ksmvr shook his head.

No. But there is a nuance to combat you lack. Feinting is one thing.

And what else is th

He kicked sand into her face and she howled and slashed at the air. Ksmvr darted left, swinging low at her legs. That was how hed do it if he got this chance. Take away her mobility, because Nsiia could leap around and almost match him. He cut in

She blocked his sword without seeing it, hand wiping grit out of her gaze. Then followed it up with a roaring slash. Ksmvr jumped back, but hed taken a blow across his chest.

Point. I fear that

You Manticore-kissed bastard! My eyes!

Nsiias flying kick hit him in the chest. Ksmvr ran as she chased him with her sword for a good half a minute. Rmi was just watching. When she had calmed down, Nsiia pointed at Ksmvr.

That was a dirty trick. It does not become a warrior of Tiqr.

But it worked.

Ksmvr rejoined. Nsiia narrowed her gaze dangerously as Yinah dragged over a water bottle so she could rinse her face.

If that is your lie, I do not do it, Ksmvr. I would consider tossing grit, changing weapons, but not attacking when I or another brave warrior parlayed.

Then that is the difference between adventurers and warriors.

Hah.

She took a gulp of water and splashed some on her face. Then she pointed her sword.

Come out and lets finish our spar.

Not if you are angry. This is only for practice.

Nsiia tilted her head and smiled thinly.

I am not angry, Ksmvr.

You sound like you are lying now.

Come on out.

No.

Ksmvr was hiding behind Domehead. The Golem had watched the spar, and was now regarding Ksmvr as he poked his head out from behind the giant Golem. Nsiia pursed her lips.

What if I ask Domehead to take over sparring?

He does not need to do that. You do not need to do that, Domehead. You have no muscles to train.

He could practice by hitting you.

Domehead would not do that. We are friends, tempered by adversity. This is so, Domehead.

Ksmvr patted Domehead on the shoulder. The Golem didnt really have a head to turn since his neck and head were a giant dome, but his body twisted slightly from Nsiia to Ksmvr, clearly confused.

Nsiia glared.

Training with Nsiia was one of the things Ksmvr did regularly, in hopes of improving. The other thing they did on their march was talk to Rmi. The third, other than mundane activities like riding, feeding, resting, excreting, and so on?

Train Domehead. Nsiia had taken Ksmvrs words to heart. She did not recite the lullaby or oath as when she first called Domehead a child of Tiqr. Ksmvr suspected she felt Rmis eyes and camera on her, since he did see her take Domehead aside in private before they slept and rose.

What she did with them was talk to Domehead; though, the Golem seldom said anything.

A warrior fights, Domehead. You are a Golem; I, an [Empress]. It is not either of our duties to fight without end. A [Soldier] knows only war and service until they rest. You will not be asked to do the same, and a [Soldier] will rest and retire, or else their life is one thing. Remember that. Someday you will put down the blade. You may be a guardian, a protector of the innocent. Spare no quarter when you fight monsters and horrors. When you fight warriors, offer them mercy. That is not weakness. That is honor.

Domehead said nothing. Nsiia raised her voice.

Honor is sparing a foe who asks for surrender. Honor is turning your blade when you can, and sparing the ground their blood. Honor is not kicking sand in someones face when you are talking.

Ksmvr turned to Rmi.

I think she is still angry. Nsiia, was that directed at me?

Why would you think so, Ksmvr? Not at all.

I feel as though you are now lying.

I am not.

I suspect that is a lie, too.

The [Journalist]s lips quirked. Yet, the idle banter was broken as Ksmvr, now riding on Domeheads other side, across from Nsiia for his safety and petting Yinahs head, spoke.

Domehead. When a warrior surrenders, watch them to make sure they do not pick up their blade and stab you in the back. That may be a cunning feint. I would surrender to you, and then escape, or use a Skill to attack you. Flee, if I thought I could not win.

Do not teach him that!

Nsiia snapped at Ksmvr. The Antinium saw Domehead turn to her. He could not speak, and he had yet to express himself, but Ksmvr thought that the way Domehead faced was a good clue as to what the Golem preferred. Another nuance was how many lights shone in Domeheads head, and the crystals lit up most when Nsiia spoke. They went dark as Domehead turned to Ksmvr, with the Golems inherited disapproval.

Yet Ksmvr was determined.

I am not teaching you my scurrilous ways, Nsiia. I am educating Domehead. He would take your words literally, and a foe would take advantage of that. You do not understand how Golems think. I do.

She blinked. Ksmvr saw her eyes flicker to Domehead, and after a second the Empress of Beasts went on.

Many enemies will do that. It shows their dishonor, so yes, as Ksmvr says, I never lower my guard. But there are honorable warriors, Domehead, and I trust them. Sometimes, I realize they may dishonor themselves for what they see as a greater need. Other times, when they act dishonorably, they reveal themselves, and that is a tragedy. Even so, I do not regret sparing lives. It is the mark that separates us from blood-thirsty monsters.

She patted her mares neck.

Even wolves and other animals do it. They surrender and are spared. To kill without need, or for only the sport, the joy of death, is cruelty, and that is a thing of people. And animals who know enough to be so cruel. And cats.

She looked pointedly at Yinah. The cat stretched out her claws. Ksmvr held her up.

You would not do that, would you, Yinah? Kill for sport?

She would kill an entire population of creatures just to satisfy her hunting desires. She is a lady of death without mercy or compassion and only bloodlust, Ksmvr.

Nsiia warned him. Yinah purred innocently. Ksmvr cuddled her. He completely missed her narrowing her eyes and nodding in his arms.

Between all these day-to-day activities, by the time Rmi Canada stopped and announced he needed to send the first recording crystal off, they were in the Kilalle Steppes.

The ground had risen, and grown less dry, actually. Ksmvr was used to Tiqrs arid climes near the nations border. Literal desert and just cracked dirt, broken up by the rare oasis. Nsiia told him there were actual rivers and such closer in, but he hadnt seen that since they had to flee her homeland.

But the Kilalle Steppes rose slightly, and then turned into brush. Not super-green brush, granted, but a kind of yellow, tough plant that hinted to Ksmvr that this place got some kind of rain.

And oh, it went on forever. Flat, leading into the occasional hilly area, but with that disconcerting effect. Ksmvr did see landmarks far, far in the distance, but Nsiia explained that the Kilalle Steppes were a vast piece of land.

There are noticeable things to see, Ksmvr. But so spread outthis is ideal ground for Vasraf and my army to hide. This is also the territory of Garuda clans. They hold the skies; we may see a few.

Will they be hostile?

She thought and answered simply.

Not to me, most likely. They have always respected Tiqr. Some might be tempted by the lure of money, but Tiqr has been friend to Garuda and I do not think they would cast that aside. They will not necessarily be allies.

In fact, they ran into the first Garuda clan within five hours of entering the first real areas of that grassy biome. Ksmvr took it as a lesson. One second he was staring around, watching for danger as always; the next, someone screamed.

It was a birds cry mixed with a voice. Ksmvr looked up.

Garuda?

But he hadnt seen anything in the skies! And that was because he hadnt been looking. Ksmvr stared up, wildly, and saw a patch of the grey-blue heavens move.

A Garuda banked, and flew lefthe or she had been far distant and to the west, but even so, Ksmvr might have spotted them. Yet the Garuda had been camouflaged in the sky. They had feathers that were a darker blue than the sky, but

Nsiia grinned at Ksmvrs confusion.

You think Garuda cant hide? The sky is to them what a patch of grass or shadow is to us, Ksmvr.

I have been humbled.

Ksmvr murmured. He stared up, and saw Nsiia raise her hand; the Garuda was already flying back, but she seemed to think shed be seen. He stared at the sky, and, no less than twenty one minutes later, saw the clan coming in.

They flew in fast. As fast as, well, birds. Maybe not as fast as some birds in flight; they had a slower air speed due to their size and what they carried. But as fast as horseback riders? At least.

They came swooping down so fast Ksmvr resolved never to drop his guard if Garuda might be about. Here was a people who had [Skirmisher] in their very biology.

Travellers below, do you fly in peace or war?

A voice shouted from up above. Nsiia had her hand lifted. She beamed upwards.

[Dancer Class Obtained!]

[Dancer Level 1!]

[Skill Feel the Rhythm obtained!]

Ksmvr knew he should feel bad about that one. But he didnt. Everything had changed.

The third documentary crystal went out hot and fresh, less than two days after the last one. Because Rmi Canada had such intense confidence that, short as it was, it was worth watching. Which he was right about, of course.

Everything changed after that night. How could it not? Tiqrs army woke up and more than one person laughed about the dance over breakfast. With Ksmvr. They were friendly, and he feared hed lost his dignity.

Nsiia assured him it was the exact opposite.

Ksmvr, you must ride with us. You are a symbol, and your sword inspires. More than that? You are something to draw the worlds eyes to our cause.

I must refuse.

Rmi Canada was recording over breakfast, having sent for a City Runner, the best he could afford. But like heck hed miss anything now.

His instincts were good. He had a front-row shot of Ksmvr stopping his munching on breakfast, turning to Nsiia as she leaned over.

I will free your friends, Ksmvr. My army will join forces. But I am not so stingy as to think that is a suitable reward. For freeing me? For aiding me? Should I reclaim Tiqrs throne, I will give you a royal class. I shall remove your friend, Pisces, [Slave] class if I canthough I have not the knowing, just the understanding it can be done. And I shall award you lands and riches. Is that not an adventurers dream?

Ksmvr calmly ate a banana. He replied with a copy of the calm dignity of yesterday, made more outstanding because you had just seen him doing the Antinium dance as it would be known.

Even so, Empress Nsiia. I do not have Captain Cerias approval, and I am well aware of the risks.

Nsiia slapped her knee, impatiently.

You could help us independent of your teams decision! Land, Ksmvr! I would make you an [Emir] if you desired! A [Lord], or whatever rank you wish! Is that not a great thing?

Ksmvr stopped. Then he did something odd with his mandibles. He waited, but Nsiia just frowned.

What are you doing?

I am sneering. I cannot sniff, but you may assume I am now sniffing. Sniff. I must inform you, Empress Nsiia, that I am already de facto a land-owner. I own two trees. You cannot sway me with what I already possess.

Gold! Rmi dropped his food, focusing with two hands. Vasrafs mouth was hanging open, mid-bite, and Sandi trotted over, stole one of the precious bananas, a treat, with a mweh of happiness.

Nsiia looked at Ksmvr.

You ownwhat?

Nothing would do but for Ksmvr to pull out a scroll and present her with it.

My contract of ownership and seal. Do not damage it, although I have backups.

Nsiia stared at the scroll. Vasraf leaned over. Then she turned.

Someone find medo I have a?

She called for someone, and, after only a minute, the growing crowd of soldiers admitted a woman with a ragged hole for one ear, and a scar along the visible part of her shoulder. She bowed.

I was an [Emissary] before I laid down the quill and took up a blade in defense of Tiqr, Your Majesty. What may I do for you?

Will youtell me if this is real?

Nsiia handed her the scroll. The woman took the scroll, read it, and stared at it. She had to find a pair of reading spectacles. She studied the seal, held up the scroll to the light, looked at Ksmvr, and then spoke slowly.

I would have to cross-reference it with a guild, as I do not know Izrilian seals, and it has no magical signature. It does not need oneit looksreal. Adventurer Ksmvrby right of deed, friendship, and valorhereby granted in perpetuity to descendants andhe owns two trees.

He owns two trees. Rmi had the entire thing on the crystal, and the City Runner who had come to pick it up was eating another banana, staring. Ksmvr proudly accepted the scroll.

So you see, I will not be bought by mere lucre or gifts of land.

Nsiia exchanged a look with Vasraf.

II see that, Ksmvr. Er. Well then. Would you consider throwing your might behind Tiqr if I gave youa rock?

Ksmvr scoffed.

A rock. What good is a rock? Unless it is made of a rare mineral, of course. Do not insult me, Empress Nsiia.

How aboutfifty rocks? And theight trees?

Ksmvr halted, in the middle of peeling a banana. Spitty came over to do Sandis trick and Ksmvr slapped his mouth away from the banana.

Eight trees? What kind?

Nsiia had to find a [Botanist]-equivalent.

Er, acadias?

You have my attention. Perhaps I might consider endorsing

Rmi had to send off the crystal by midday. He delayed for another day. And that was when his contact told him the series was blowing up. Of course it was. Ksmvr had gone from being the Gold-rank adventurer, a loner from a hostile race, to becoming Ksmvr, the Dancing Antinium. Ksmvr, Lord of Two Trees!

It had an effect. They found Tiqrs army the day after thatperhaps theyd already been coming, by the first documentary.

The attack was fast, sudden, and vicious. They came out of the skies, camouflaged, invisibleit was too fast to tell what, or diagnose their exact method of creeping up.

Or rather, flying up. They dove out of the sky with a speed and savagery that befitted [Bandits].

Garuda bandits. [Air Bandits], who slashed down with killing blows. They might have been lightly-armored, but you only needed one arrow between the eyes to kill. Or a spell like [Lightning Bolt].

Or an arrow through the wing, or sword, because it wasnt Nsiias army that was under attack. Rather, it was another Garuda clan.

In fact, it was the same clan that they had met on the way in. The army was marching south and one of their [Scouts] rode up.

Bandits attacking a clan! Its two clans in the air! Theyre going after the ground!

Nsiia cursed. Vasraf held up a hand.

They havent seen us?

They see you, General. And maybe those two. They must have failed to beat your Skill.

The [Scout] pointed at Ksmvr and Rmi, the only two members not of Tiqrs army, who might not benefit from Vasrafs Skill. Which meant an entire force was in range of this sky-battle and attack on the clans ground.

We must save them. They gave aid to us and alerted you, no less, Vasraf. To arms!

Nsiia snapped. Vasraf nodded.

Bows. Well only get one shot before they fly. Do we have the Garuda to battle them?

Not an entire clan, [General]. Take your moment. Once they see our army, theyll fly off. Its a raiding clan; they wont risk fighting an army.

One of his Garuda replied. Vasraf nodded.

Empress?

With me!

Nsiia stormed towards the fighting Garuda. Skyleader Rekai was fighting off the surprise-attack, but he was outnumbered, and below, Landguide Heka was fighting this raiding clans ground-based Garuda.

Either Garuda who had been too injured to fly, or, Ksmvr noted, Humans and Stitchfolk. It made sense; they were trying to steal the supplies on land and nearly had them.

They never saw Nsiia riding towards them until she was nearly on them, and she shot ahead of even Tiqrs fastest [Riders] on Chance. She leapt from the saddle as one raised a blade to stab a wounded Heka.

Stop!

The Empress of Beasts landed as Ksmvr calmly aimed three crossbows, preparing for his [Aggregate Volley]. Domehead was running along with the other warriors, and Vasraf was signalling for the attack. They saw Nsiia stand there and throw up a hand.

The Garuda [Raiders] leapt back in surprise. The clan warriors on the ground looked up and stopped, hope in their eyes. Because this time, it was an [Empress] who stood there.

She had claimed a small crown, a circlet of gold with a single gem that Vasraf had carried from the capital. She had added to her armor, and wore a complete set, but the proof was simply in her aura, now blazing free. Her eyes.

She threw up a hand, palm up and shouted, her sword angled, held straight out as she stood over Heka.

Enough! There is enough bloodshed here! Enough death! By my blade and kingdom, I will see no more of it! Lay down your arms or I will be your foe!

One of the Garuda above spotted Nsiia and called an alarm. More swooped down, but they didnt see Vasrafs army waiting just out of their range, hidden by the Skill. Nsiia turned, fearlessly, as bows aimed and they jeered down at her.

Then she grabbed a spear she had armed herself withbecause she used a spear arguably better than even a swordand slashed the ground, drawing a line. Spear planted, ready to be plucked and cast, sword held in her other hand, she pointed it at the leader of this group.

Lay down your arms, raiders, or die. I am the Empress of Beasts and you will not harm this clan.

Words of a ruler. The [Raider] laughed, without any belief, though he did hesitate.

If youre the Empress of Beasts, I want that bounty. Take her alive!

The other Garuda switched weapons. Nsiia sighed. She held up her sword, and swung it down. From his position, Vasraf calmly aimed his bow.

Loose!

His shot took the head off the Garuda whod replied to her. The rest of his army armed with bows took their shots at the Garuda attacking the land forces. Only three, [Markswomen], aimed up and dared to fire into the melee.

Ksmvr hit a Garuda with eight bolts and wondered if that was overkill. His volley only hit one target, after all. Domehead pounded forwards as Tiqrs army revealed itself.

Flee! Flee!

The clan on the attack saw all the Garuda who had flown down die in two swift volleys. Seeing thousands of warriors below, the ones in the air understandably panicked and fled.

Rekais warriors didnt pursue. There was an army in the air, a clan of Garuda, and they loosed arrows and spells as they fled, such that Tiqrs soldiers kept shields up. Nsiia spat; she knew they couldnt catch the raiding clan, and she shouted.

Skyleader Rekai! Take your warriors down!

He was diving, wounded, with the surviving Garuda, to take shelter in the armys aegis. Nsiia glared after the retreating raiders, who had lost a lot, but lived to strike again. Hopefully against fewer targets now that theyd lost warriors. Even so

She was turning to talk to the Skyleader and Groundguide when a flicker caught Ksmvrs gaze. He looked up, in the middle of having to reload each crossbow he carried, one by one.

General Vasraf. We may be under harassing fire.

The [General] had seen it too. He cursed.

Bows up! Prepare for Garuda bombardments! Theyre going to hit us from the clouds! Prepare barrier spells!

The army groaned, going for shields. Indeed, the swarm of hundreds of Garuda [Raiders] were coming this way. They were going to attack, damn them! Safely out of range, unless Tiqr chased them off with spells, their own Garuda, or bow shots.

We will defeat them, if you can protect our wings.

Skyleader Rekai croaked. Nsiia frowned. She stared at the Garuda, swooping towards them, faster than they had run.

No. Vasraf, wait. [Hawks Eyes]. Does anyone else see that?

One of her [Markswomen] nodded. So did a [Scout].

General, theyre not flying to attack. Theyre fleeing a second force in the air.

Vasraf narrowed his eyes. He nodded, slowly.

Barely four dozen. Theyre in pursuit. What kind of flying forcetheyre fast.

He broke off suddenly. The [Raiders] were streaming back the way theyd come. They were feinting left, right, but it seemed single figures were blocking them, herding them towards Tiqrs army. Like sheepdogs, Ksmvr thought.

Or wolves. But instead of hunting one or twohe saw a distant speck tangle with another for a moment. One began falling, and the other flew away as the [Raiders] resumed their flight.

What clan is that?

Nsiia was staring at something. Her eyesight, magnified by her Skill, focused on something only she could see. Then she blinked.

Wait

Skyleader Rekai and Groundguide Heka had both seen the movements too. Garuda eyes were keen, and they looked up. Thenabruptly, Rekai, who had been ready to fight, and who had grinned to see the [Raiders] flee, suddenly went pale. He squawked.

Thats them. Its them! The Executioners! Its them!

He shouted. The Garuda in his clan took one look at the fleeing [Raiders], and Ksmvr saw a panic set into them in an instant. Groundguide Heka sat up.

Loquea?

She looked up and screamed. In fear. Ksmvr saw more of the Garuda raiding clan drop out of the sky. One after another, as barely sixty figures pursued them. Now, they were getting closer and the aerial pursuit let him see something.

Blood. Showers of blood, as [Raiders] died. A flash, as one of the larger shapes dove. A scream. Not like other Garuda screamed. What was happening?

They passed closer still. Now, Ksmvr saw them. Garuda, in their many-plumed feathers, screaming, divingand it sounded like, pleadingas sixty Garuda followed them.

Akind of Garuda. But some group that, either by subspecies or nature, was completely different from the rest. They were taller than regular Garuda by far. Tall, long, their beaks curved. But that was not what was most striking. What was most striking was the cloth armor they wore, which matched the feathers on their wings. They dove, and Ksmvr saw the wings open.

Black. A midnight Garuda dove after a screaming [Raider], hurtling towards the ground. A weapon swung down, as the pursuer took aim. The Garuda [Raider] twisted, in an amazing spiralling dive that no regular warrior on the ground or [Archer] had a hope of hitting. The [Raider] dovestraight into her pursuers blade.

It was the strangest weapon for use in war. A ridiculous weapon that only a fool would use, or someone who knew only how to use this. It had no place in a fighting line, and it was cumbersome, designed for another purpose. And that wasthe [Farmer]s cutting tool.

A scythe. The fact that the blade cut inwards made it a contradictory weapon. And Ksmvr had never bothered to imagine even wielding one. Exceptnow he saw it.

In the air. The giant crow-warrior extended the blade in front of the [Raider]. And let the enemy warrior dive into the razor edge. Another warrior of thisLoquea clan performed a similar maneuver, swinging their scythe around and catching a Garuda mid-dodge.

Rekai hadnt named them wrongly. It wasnt a battleit was an execution. The [Raiders] were so terrified of this small group that they fled. And those that foughtKsmvr saw one Garuda fight back. She grappled with one of the crow-Garuda, slashing with daggers. They tumbled through the air, and Ksmvr saw them break apart after a moment. The Loquea warrior flew up, and the Garuda warrior fell, dead, to hit the ground in front of Tiqrs army.

Her neck was snapped.

Loquea

Someone breathed. Ksmvr looked around. Vasraf. He was looking up, and his eyes caught each warrior. Their armor made it hard to see where feather or figure began, but they finished their grisly battle and circled. Dark shapes in the air.

Terrifying the Garuda clan below. Vasraf turned, and Nsiia, Empress of Beasts, stood there. She looked up, and there was a smile on her face.

But it was grim, and whether it was genuine or wary, Ksmvr couldnt tell. Vasraf spoke to Nsiia, and glanced at Ksmvr.

Another sign, Your Majesty? You wanted to find the King of Destructions vassals. Here is one. The Loquea Dree clan. The Executioners of the Garuda.

Nsiia looked at him and nodded. The figures were descending. Sixty of them, and Ksmvr didnt think one had died in their attack. She raised her voice.

Hail, Loquea Dree! I am the Empress of Beasts! Will you parlay with me?

Not one answered. Thenabruptly, as one, they dropped. Fearlessly, towards the landfolk who saw them bank, land, scythes held in long arms, wings spread, around the army. Tiqrs warriors started. Domehead whirled and Nsiia spun.

Ksmvr!

Rmis camera whirled, and he saw Ksmvr move, leaping, divinga [Skirmisher] at his fastest. For oncetoo slow. He rolled upright, and came to a stop. He could have transitioned into any number of moves

But for two scythes. One on his right, the other on his left. Boxing him in. Two warriors stood there, and if they pulled, the scythes would go right through him. He froze, a crossbow in his hand, the hilt of the [Paladin]s sword in the other.

A figure landed in front of Nsiia, taller than she was. The tallest Garuda Ksmvr had ever seen. Face like a mask, eyes dark black, beady.

Loquea Dree. He or she spoke, voice rough, as if from disuse.

Antinium. Black Tide of Rhir. Enemy to Garuda? Of Chandrar? So claimed. If it is, they die. We guard Garuda. From crime. From monsters. From enemies. What is your answer, Empress of Beasts?

The crow-warrior looked at Nsiia. She looked at him, and the clan that had once served Flos Reimarch. Ksmvr looked around, at Rmi, capturing the scene; Domehead, frozen, uncertain what the move was; Vasraf; the terrified Garuda.

He was really reconsidering whether this was worth eight trees.

The scythe blades were very sharp. Enchanted. It was incredible, but each blade was individually enchanted by a master [Enchanter]. The shaft of the scythes, which Ksmvr now understood to be war scythes, a very odd creation even in the varied annals of arms making, was a separate piece. Given the wear and tear of battle, it made sense youd have blades that could be fit into new frames.

The interesting thing was that the scythes shafts of wood were also enchanted, this time for protection and to be as light as possible. Having two separate enchantments should have been very difficult.

And it was, but as Ksmvr admired a blade of the Loquea Drees warriors, he received an explanation.

The King of Destruction ordered each one forged. Each blade, made by his greatest [Enchanters]. When he ruled nation upon nation.

Superlative weapons.

Yes.

Ksmvr eyed the giant crow-Garuda standing and talking to him. It was the leader, the same one who had demanded to know if he was a threat to Garuda.

Warrior Leka.

Leka Thri.

The warrior corrected him instantly, without inflection in his voicewhich was like a caw, the Garudas traditional accents, mixed with a screaming sigh.

It contrived to make his tall, thin silhouette, his dark cloth armor and feathers, not to mention his scythe, curved beak, and dark eyes rather intimidating. Not to Ksmvr particularly, but he admired the effect.

If not nearly dying. But the Loquea Dree clan had put up their weapons the instant Nsiia vouched for him. Now, they stood in a conference with Tiqrs army, the Empress of Beasts, and the terrified Garuda clan, staring at the bodies of their attackers.

Leka Thri. My apologies. It is one name?

It is my only name. If you address me, address me so.

The warrior stopped. Then, of all things, coughed. He reached for something, a small flask, and drank.

Apologies. I do not speak long.

Interesting.

Leka Thri had not said much. He had spoken for about five minutes in total, in fact. Now, Ksmvr saw the head tilt uncannily sideways, like an owl.

You interest as well. Ksmvr of the Antinium.

You did not come to kill me, then?

Nsiia looked up from talking with the other warriors.

I say he is not harbinger of war, warriors of Loquea Dree. First of Judgement, Seelaw Ya. Why did you threaten Ksmvr? You came hostile, to one who is an adventurer. Your clan is not declared against the Antinium, and you have no quarrel with Tiqr.

The leader was actually one of the two Loquea warriors whod put their scythes around Ksmvr. He bent slightly, so he could talk to Nsiia at eye-level.

We hear many things. Some, even Garuda clans, say this is the forerunner of invasion. Some say he is spy. Infiltrator. We held blades out, and judged him as well as the weight of your words. You are Empress of Beasts and honorable. Ksmvr of the Antinium passed both tests.

Ksmvr glanced at the scythe. Interesting indeed. Now he looked closer, the wicked edge of the warscythe had a sheen to it. And it was changing color, even as he watched. But when Leka Thri held it up slightly, closer to his head, it turned a faint, dark blue laced with red.

Your blades judge?

Yes. See.

Leka Thri held it closer to Ksmvr, and the blade changed again. It turnedwell, no different blue, but the red receded and mixed faintly with grey, and, of all things, the faintest of yellows, like a daisy.

What does that mean?

Leka Thri turned as Nsiia approached. He bowed, deeply, and Vasraf nodded. For all they had come down like meteors, Loquea Dree was showing deference to Nsiia. Leka Thri turned to Seelaw Ya, and received a slight gesture from one of the First of Judgements wings. So he spoke.

It says he has little of sin. Here. Yet he spills blood. Distantly; not so I. He has taken lives of people.

He pointed to the blue. The red that grew when Leka Thri lifted the blade closer to him, and Ksmvr eyed the [Raider] corpses. But when Leka Thri shifted the scythe back, Ksmvr eyed the grey and yellow.

Those two?

Lawbreaker.

In fact, I did not break many of Illiveres laws. I merely

Ksmvr stared at the scythe. He technically freed Nsiia. And did a few other things. Leka Thri pointed.

Breaking law is only one measure of judgement. Which law? How great? We do not slay for small crimes. We are notmurderous. You call us Executioners. That is not our name for ourselves.

He turned his head and Seelaw Ya nodded once.

Just so.

Both looked at Skyleader Rekai, who flinched.

It is just a nickname, great Loquea Dree.

Names matter.

Nsiia was watching the interplay just like Ksmvr and Rmis camera. She pointed to the final aspect.

And yellow?

Leka Thri looked at Seelaw Ya again, then turned. He put up the scythe and spoke, simply.

Valor.

Ksmvr stared at the yellow running along the blade. He turned to Leka Thri, and shook his head.

Using a blade to measure crime seems imprecise, to me. As proof, I am not valorous. I have done little that is commendable, of late.

Nsiia looked at Ksmvr, and her lips twisted. Leka Thri stared at Ksmvr, without moving or saying anything. An uncanny starerather like any Antinium would give.

This blade is a guide. It is meant to take lives; the colors of judgement were a secondary effect. Requested by the King of Destruction when he gave us our role. We make our own judgement. Only sometimes do the blades tell a simple story. When they run red and black with great murder and sin.

So this was one of his vassals. An entire clan of Garudathe Executioners, despite their distaste for the name.

But why were they here? No, for that matter, why were they not flying off to the King of Destructions side? Just for Ksmvr?

Wellyes.

Leka Thri was something of a speaker for their clan, it seemed, since he translated some of Seelaw Yas intentions as they stood together. Ksmvr saw a few of their own helping restore order to the clan, even herding back the animals. However, the regular Garuda stayed well clear of them if possible. They looked terrifiedand Ksmvr began to understand why.

One of the scythe-wielders stalked among the clan, staring at the blade as he passed by Garuda. Most he ignored; children hiding behind parents, warriors and non-warriors alike, backing up, flying away on some pretext. But now and then he would follow a Garuda. Stop them. And ask them a question.

It never resulted in anything. But the scythe blade was always justthere.

Loquea Dree are one of the bodies of law, especially among the Garuda. There are Garuda nations, like the Shield Kingdom of Qualvekkaras, Kingdom of the Winds. Some answer to the law within nations, but Loquea Dree was formed when the King of Destruction first rose to power. I recall it, as a girl, hearing their name.

Yes.

Seelaw Ya had produced a wrap of dried meat, mixed with other herbs and some kind of spice Ksmvr had never tasted, but it was a simple meal. Still, Nsiia ate some out of politeness, as did Vasraf. Yinah sniffed the bundle, and reached down with one paw. Nsiia stopped the cat.

To Ksmvrs surprise, Seelaw Ya silently raised the bundle and Yinah grabbed a morsel. The crow-Garuda stared as the cat chewed it down with no expression. Yinah eyed Seelaw Yathen slowly edged around Nsiias shoulder so the cat was out of sight.

When the King of Destruction had empire, he faced a problem. Garuda raided. Quarrelled. Clans under him fought with those not. Between each other. He had no great vassal to quell such issues, hunt down crimes. Some clan leadersbiased. None of his Seven could fly like Garuda, even Amerys.

Leka Thri spoke. Ksmvr thought about the Lord of the SkiesTakhatres, the fastest Garuda in the world. On the ground. Leka Thri gestured to himself and the sixty warriors.

So he found a clan feared by all. Great warriors. He gave them scythes and a charge.

To be the law of all Garuda?

Leka Thri looked at Ksmvr. Seelaw Yas beak opened.

Ha.

It was a monosyllable. It might have been a laugh. It sounded ominous. After a moment, Leka Thri went on.

No. He charged us to hunt down murder, great crimes. For so long as you carry my blades, protect your people from great evil. Even mine. He broke the Black Judgement, who slaughtered and executed the law without nuance. We protect Garuda from great foes. Crelers. Those seeking to wipe out clans. Foreign powers.

He stared at Ksmvr. Well, that explained most of what they were and why theyd come. Nsiia grimaced.

You did not go to Reim once Flos Reimarch awoke.

No. He broke faith with us. We did not forget that. Nor can he offer us what we want. If he reclaims empire and Garuda flock to his banner, more than one clan, we will think. But he has nothing we want.

Seelaw Ya spoke. Leka Thri nodded, and Ksmvr didnt miss the way the Garuda lowered their heads. They had never seemed angry. Now, they lookedmore scary.

So, you have come, judged Ksmvr, and not found him wanting. Could I ask you to fly in support of Tiqr? Garuda are my people, though not as many in number. Loquea Dree are renowned warriors, on land or in the sky. You would be a powerful ally and I reward such allies.

Nsiias voice had only the barest hint of hope in it. Seelaw Ya looked at her instantly.

No. Tiqrs battle is not of interest to us.

She sighed, but nodded. Vasraf interrupted.

First of Judgement, we plan on finding the aid of other warriors who might join with those sympathetic to the King of Destruction. Tiqr does not ride in his aid, but the Monks of Sottheim are our target. Will you not share common cause with us? Tiqr fell for its association with Reim, Loquea Dree may well consider us allies in that sense.

It was another good argument. Seelaw Ya gave it a seconds thought.

No. We have seen what has passed. We are not blind. Tiqrs war is still not ours. This flight does not come to fight in your name, Empress of Beasts.

Nsiia and Vasraf both sighed. Ksmvr spotted one of Loquea Drees shorter warriors stop in front of Landguide Heka. He watched as the crow-Garuda bent down so they were at a level.

Y-yes, warrior?

Landguide Heka stared in horror at the black eyes of the warrior. Garuda had irises, but the Loquea Drees were so dark that iris and pupil mixed together. It was part of why they were so alien. So odd.

Ksmvr thought they looked like Antinium eyes, albeit in bird-form. The warrior stared at Heka as the Garuda shook in terror. But crow-warrior didnt look at the scythe. After a moment, the warrior opened her beak.

Kin.

Heka froze in sheer terror. Which was funny, to Ksmvr. She made a strangled noise in her throatand her beak opened and closed. She said nothing. After a full twenty seconds, the warrior stood up again. And she lookedodd.

Seelaw Ya and Leka Thri had both turned to watch. Now, they looked at Nsiia. Then at Vasraf, and Yinah, peeking out at them with clear nervousness.

Then their heads rotated to stare at Ksmvr. And Rmi Canada. Leka Thri looked at his leader and got a nod. So he turned back to Nsiia.

Therefore we shall journey with your army. If it is acceptable. If not, we shall negotiate.

Nsiia blinked at them. She rubbed at one ear.

What? You said you would not fight with Tiqr.

Yes. We will not. If we must do battle against common foe, we shall consider it. But we will journey with your army for as long as that one remains.

He pointed at Ksmvr. The Antinium was as astonished as everyone else.

Do you still suspect me of being a spy? A threat to Garuda?

No.

Leka Thri sounded surprised. Ksmvr tilted his head, much like they did, although not to the same degree.

Thenwhy?

Nsiia looked from Ksmvr to Leka Thri. The warrior glanced at Rmi Canada, aware he was being recorded perhaps, Seelaw Ya, and then turned to Ksmvr.

You have something we greatly desire. Perhaps we can obtain it. We shall be ally. Journey with you. Evenfriend. If you accept it.

He opened his beak. Ksmvr saw no teeth, although that would have just completed the look, but a razors edge, serrated to rip. He stared at Leka Thris extended talon. At Nsiia. She was frowning, clearly confused, but she looked at Ksmvr. The Antinium hesitated.

Will you fight to help me?

Yes.

Why?

You have something we desire.

Will you tell me what it is?

Leka Thri hesitated. He looked around again and leaned in to whisper.

To tell you what it is may ruin what we desire. Especially if it is known.

He glanced around and Ksmvr wondered who he was talking about. Nsiias eyes had sharpened, but Ksmvr doubted she could hear the minute whisper, even with a Skill. Leka Thri paused.

We will bare our blades in your cause, be it Tiqr or otherwise. If we cannot find what we want, we will leave. But we think you have it.

I cannot give you what you desire if I do not know what it is. May I be told?

Leka Thri hesitated as Ksmvr whispered back. He paused, then replied.

It is embarrassing. Perhaps later. Will you accept our company?

He stood back. Ksmvr opened and closed his mandibles, perplexed beyond reason. But he looked at some superb warriors, at Nsiia, and shrugged.

Very well.

And thus, Loquea Drees sixty warriors joined Nsiias army. Or ratherKsmvr.

It was all about Ksmvr. The meeting with Loquea Drees clan, his magical sword, his curious personality, were all creating a kind of wave in an audience now fascinated by him.

These crow-Garuda, mysterious intentions or not, only added to Rmi Canadas conviction that he was right. He filmed them joining Nsiias army, and Tiqrs liberation was an amazing side-plot and backdrop to Ksmvrs story.

But it was Ksmvrs story. Loquea Dree and Rmi had come for him, and Rmi couldnt parse quite why they were here. Until that night, when he got a clue.

Leka Thri and Seelaw Ya and a few others of the crow-Garuda were honored guests. The rest mingled, but largely kept to themselves. And how not?

They were intimidating. Not as much to Humans and Stitchfolk, perhaps, lacking some of the cultural understanding Garuda had, but even Tiqrs warriors couldnt hide how they found the Loquea Dree warriors.

Indeed, even the animals backed up. This was a bit of Loquea Drees fault in truth. Animals hated it when you stared too long at them, because that was what predators did. And Loquea Dree were excellent predators.

Nevertheless, Vasraf did his best to accommodate them and broke bread, offering it to Seelaw Ya as he sat around that nights campfire with Ksmvr, Nsiia, and the others. Rmi had it all on film, of course, and watched as he tried to draw them in with tradition.

The right to entertainment of choice belongs to our new guests and allies! Will you share stories, between warriors and travellers, First of Judgement? Or perhaps some sport? A game?

He turned to Seelaw Ya. The First of Judgement considered the question. And to everyones surprise, he nodded.

We shall havemusic.

Music? Ksmvr sat up and Rmi focused as Nsiia nodded.

Of course. We have songs and bands of our own. Does Loquea Dree have music?

Yes. We know you have songs. Perhaps you shall play some. For uswe shall begin.

So saying, no less than eight of Loquea Dree produced small objects. They carried little gear, even though they were stronger fliers than regular Garuda. But they had smallbone flutes. Whistles. Yet Ksmvr and Rmi soon learned with everyone else that Loquea Drees main source of music was their voices.

A shrill, high-pitched orchestra began as the eight warriors played, four on the small instruments. The other four waited, perfectly still, until the beginning of a strange melody. Almost pleasant.

Right until they began to sing. And then every hair on Rmi Canadas arms rose. Because he had heard singing, bad singing, sonatas, opera, and all kinds of music.

This? He added a new term into his musical lexicon.

Scream-songs.

It was not a cacophony of disorganized music. In fact, it was music, and beautiful. Also? Terrifying. The singers had some gift, but the sight of eight dark shadows in the night performing what sounded like a screaming lament seemed like the herald to a night-ambush by horrors with lots of teeth and claws.

Seelaw Ya and Leka Thri looked around as Nsiias smile froze into a rictus and Tiqrs army stared in horrified fascination. Ksmvr himself tried to nod along to the song as Yinah slowly dug her claws into his carapace. For some reasonLeka Thri kept staring at him. At Yinah. At Domehead.

They were halfway through the song when Seelaw Ya looked over. Then, without warning, Leka Thri stood. Every eye was on him. What would the crow-warrior do now? Join in? Was there some new part of the ceremony unique to their clan? He stared at Ksmvr, then turned sideways, glanced at Rmiput his arms out, his long arms, talons balled into fists.

And began to do Ksmvrs dance. Arms waving, legs slightly bent, butt out a bit. The Ksmvr dance. He did it a bit slower than Ksmvr, to the cadence of the song. Then reversed directions.

Nsiias mouth opened wide and she covered it slowly with her hands. Vasraf began choking to death, assassinated by his food. Ksmvr just looked at Leka Thri. The warrior was doing what could only be a copy of Ksmvrs moves. But how had he seen

Rmi Canada himself had stopped thinking. Domeheads dome flashed with lights. He watched Leka Thri do the dance, and began to rise, but Nsiia touched his arm. She looked around, desperately, and mouthed.

Dont laugh.

It was a tossup whether Tiqrs warriors would have laughed anyways. Somehow, the silly danceVasraf looked at Leka Thri, doing it to the background of the scream-song.

This is the most horrifying

His voice was quiet. Literally horrifying, and also horrifying in the sense of watching a social disaster. Ksmvr didnt understand, though. Leka Thri was just looking at him.

We want something from you. Which would be?

The song ended. Leka Thri lowered his hands. There was applauseled by Vasrafbut the Loquea Dree didnt seem happy. Seelaw Ya, the others, were looking at Ksmvr.

Will you play music now, Empress of Beasts?

Of course. Something dignified. Vasraf? For our guests?

Seelaw Ya hesitated. Ksmvr looked at him. He looked at Leka Thris hard-to-read expression. But he seemed displeased.

Rmi Canada had it. The [Journalist] nearly dropped his recording device. He raised his voice, shakily, interrupting the moment. Because he could. He was part of this story, even if he was the recorder, the eyes and lens. And becauseLoquea Dree really needed a hand right now.

Why dont you play the song from last night, Empress Nsiia?

That song? Im sure our guests would not

Nsiia hesitated. But they knew the dance. Seelaw Ya glanced at Rmi, and nodded instantly.

That would be preferable.

Nsiia looked at Vasraf helplessly, and he didnt understand. Not yet. But then that merry song began to play. Yinah didnt roll about, much to the crow-Garudas disappointment, but after a second, Domehead got up. So did Ksmvr. He saw Leka Thri rise.

You will dance?

The warrior looked at him. Ksmvr nodded.

I like music.

This is good. Music is good. You see. We are not just Executioners.

Leka Thri glanced at Rmi. The crow-warrior adjusted his posture as Domehead began to do the dance, so that Domehead was on one side, Ksmvr in the center, Leka Thri on the other.

For the camera. Rmi met Seelaw Yas intent gaze. Leka Thri went on.

Just as we said. We are law, but not without nuance. We are kin. We are not simply terror.

Then he began to do the dance. Ksmvr did too, wondering why Leka Thri had told him what was obvious. The three began to do the Antinium danceand now it was a bit scary.

But mostly hilarious. A giant crow-man, like a nightmareone of the nightmares of Garuda children, Domehead, and Ksmvr, the representative of the Black Tide, doing that silly little dance.

Vasraf tried. He really did. He actually stabbed himself with his sheathed dagger. But then he started chuckling. Nsiia elbowed him hard, but it was like a cork popping out of a bottle. More of Tiqrs warriors had to laugh.

Apologies, Seelaw Ya. It is objectively funny.

She turned to the leader, First of Judgement, fearing he would be offended. But he was not. In fact, and it was still scaryNsiia stopped as she saw the expression on his face.

He was smiling. The crow-man turned to Nsiia.

Yes. It is good. All is well, Empress of Beasts.

Ah. Rmi Canada exhaled. There it was. He kept the camera focused on the scene. Recording #4 would have to go out soon. Maybe even tomorrow, if he could arrange a pickup. Somehow, he had a feeling one of Loquea Drees warriors might even do it if they couldnt find a Runner.

You did things quite deliberately. Rmi Canada knew exactly what he was doing. So, it seemed, did Loquea Dree; though, they had slightly different purposes and, arguably, werent good at it. But they knew where to be for what they wanted.

As for Rmi? He wrote something down on the [Message] scroll he carried, one-handed. A note to his team when they sent this one out, and when they communicated. Just a title, a name to be used to refer to this series. It meant something, after all. Names. Intention.

He had weighed the ethics, and made a decision. When this video went out, and when they talked about it, they would use his name. A recording of Ksmvr, the Horns of Hammerads Antinium member.

Ksmvr, Gold-rank adventurer. Ksmvr the [Skirmisher], if you referred to his class. Ksmvr of the Free Antinium, technically formerly of the Free Antinium, but few made that distinction. Ksmvr of Liscor, a title not yet endorsed, but perhaps when they learned more of Ksmvrs story. Saw what he did.

And Rmis name for him, so that everyone would know it. Intention spelled plain to anyone who understood.

Ksmvr of Chandrar.

Ksmvr of Chandrar. What a peculiar title. He was not made in Chandrar. He had not lived in Chandrar long. Why call it that?

It was just one of those nonsensical elements in life. And the Flying Queen of the Antinium knew nonsensical. No one else was as sensible as she. Proof positive? They had rejoined with the last of the six Queens of Izril. The Free Queen had finally been brought back into contact with the others.

Yet, oh, how dreary were her complaints. She stated, more than once in their meetings, that her Hive had been bereft of material and technological aid. Some of that was due to her remote location and the lack of any supply network until now. Even now, the Drakes were attempting to collapse it, thanks to Magnolia Reinhart. But Antinium could keep digging, so it was simply annoying

However, the Flying Queen had to take umbrage with the Free Queens complaints. Did she think it was simple, to be one of the Queens in the proximity of the Grand Queen? Every figure and metric of her Hive was assessed, her placement of Soldiers, her research projects, all had to be tabulated and accounted for.

Flying Queen. Your Hives efficiency has decreased in this last week. Can you account for the variance?

And there she was. The Grand Queen of the Antinium. Taking the Flying Queen to task for something the Flying Queen was already looking into. Irritated, the Flying Queen rubbed her palps together.

Around her bustled her Hive, Workers and Soldiers, of more types than regular Antinium, many with wings, transporting goods, repairing parts of the Hive, and so on. Like any Hive, and hers had always been quick since she had incorporated the Flying Antiniums naturally high speed into their network.

Hers was also the only chamber in the heart of the Hive. Every other Queen sequestered themselves away. The Flying Queen was surrounded by her Hive, the better to see them.

I am tracing the reason for the delays, Grand Queen. Fear not.

That is a Drake expression, Flying Queen. I do not fear this inefficiency. Merely require it solved.

Irritated, the Flying Queen watched the scrying mirror go blank. That was just it. No one appreciated her. She had used the idiom to exemplify her study of the enemies! No one had her vision! Pivrshe missed Pivr. Her greatest Revalantor should be here, to make her feel better.

Inefficiency. My projects are mine to dictate. The Free Queen thinks she is so removed, so superior because she is creating Individuals.

It was a sore point with the Flying Queen, because the other Queens had agreed that the creation of Anand and other Prognugator-type Antinium for far less of the cost of a regular Prognugatornot to mention their ability to leveloutstripped any other achievement of late.

It irked her more because she couldnt replicate it. She had tried. For instance, every Antinium in the entire Hive had been issued with a single copper coin just last week. The Flying Queen had waitedand nothing had happened.

She didnt understand why, which indicated something of her lack of understanding about fiscal economics and the need for an actual system to spend said coinage.

Yet that was part of her success. She tried projects, more than any other Queen, and if they failed? She moved on. Some called that reckless, or without proper foundation, like the Silent Queen. Well, the Flying Queen had wings on her Antinium. So there!

And she had proof the Free Queen was not flawless. The Flying Queen went back to her second scrying orb, a large one she had placed next to the mirror. She reached down for a bowl of cheese-stuffs. Anand had brought some foods from the Free Antiniums Hive, and the Flying Queen had instantly added it to her diet.

The Free Queen informed us that this Ksmvr was exiled due to incompetence. Despite creating a Prognugator in secret without authorization, she exiled him? What a waste. I do not think he is incompetant. Proof? He is a Gold-rank adventurer. She is so blind.

She stared at the recording of Ksmvr doing his dance. She had watched it eight times, often while working on her projects in the Hive. It was justinteresting. She rubbed her feelers together; she had been informed via the news network that another part would be airing tonight and had cleared her schedule to watch.

For now, though, the Flying Queen had to get to the bottom of these inefficiencies. It was in the supply chain, of all things. Apparently goods werent getting to the right places on time, or Antinium. Shed had her Prognugators analyze what was nearly a 22% slowdown! The Flying Queen focused on the logistical problem.

The area of interferenceno. Not food distribution. Not the other Hives

She was so vexed by it, because the Grand Queen had intimated it was because of the Flying Queens methods that her Hive was falling behind quota. The Flying Queen was going to establish it was some outside force.

Of course, the Grand Queen was right. It was due to the quality only the Flying Hive had. She finally completed her analysis and stopped.

The source of the slowdown and congestion that made her entire Hive run so much slower wasright here. It was centered around her throne room. How could that be?

In the background, Nsiia began to dance with Ksmvr. The Flying Queen stared at the image and the series shed been playing non-stop. Then turned her head.

All of the Antinium instantly went back to bustling around, carrying objects, putting foodstuffs for her next meal in place, scurrying here and there, rotating Soldiers out, and so on. Fast, commendable, perfect as could be, even above average. The Flying Queen hmmed.

How odd.

She went back to watching the scrying orb. Instantly, behind her, the Workers and Soldiers slowed. Not a huge amount. But they did slow, well, by 22% when you accounted for pileups and delays in the Hive. Not even that much. Justwalking a bit slower. Heads turned. Lingering as a they exited through a tunnel.

Staring at the Antinium above ground. The beautiful land. The dance.

Ksmvr of Chandrar.

It is so odd. I cannot figure out

The Flying Queens head turned and Antinium snapped back to work. She stared blankly at them. Back at the scrying orb. A slightreflection finally caught her eye on the blank mirror she used to talk to the other Queens. Slowly, she turned back to watching and waited for three minutes. Stared at the reflection in the mirror. Then whirled.

Aha!

Antinium froze in terror and mortal fear as the Flying Queen of the Antinium loomed, catching them in the act. The Flying Queen gazed down upon them. Well, well, well. Well, well, well, wellshe hesitated.

Well. How interesting.

Later that week, the Grand Queen grudginglyexceedingly grudginglycommended the Flying Queen. Her workforce slowdown had somehow, mysteriously, vanished, and she had, in fact, hit a 4.5% increase that no Hive could match.

The Grand Queen suspected it wouldnt last. But unfortunately for her, in some sense, the Flying Queens Hive continued to work even harder, and that was by Antinium standards. She couldnt figure it out, but that was because she only looked at the reports.

She had no idea that part of the reason why Antinium Workers and Soldiers worked even harder than usual was due to the one-hour break before their rest period. In which they entered the now-enclosed area to stare at the scrying orb on repeat. The Flying Queen refused to tell the Grand Queen why until she was asked. She was not impeding the Antiniums growth as a whole.

She was just a bit smug about it. And that was all there was to it. The Flying Antinium did not suddenly all turn into Individuals. In fact, they watched and went back to work and that was that.

Except for one single Worker, in Tunnel B35-Souththis was obviously a translation for the Antiniumwhich corresponded to a job serving the nutritional paste to Soldiers and Workers. It was very simple. The Worker filled bowls with the slop. Antinium took said slop and ate it, and deposited it with another Worker.

This was the entire day of said nameless Worker, and it had been for nearly three years straight. Wait, eat, dispense food, restunless it was called to some urgent task like fighting to defend the Hive.

There were no feelings involved in said Worker. And yetof lateit had been hesitating.

The moments in between rushes of Workers and Soldiers were sometimes minute, but it was there. Like the moment between filling bowls. Then, the Worker just stood. Stood, and waited. That had been everything, and that hadnt been fine because fine implied there was good and bad. It had just been.

But nowthe moment seemed to stretch on. It had no orders during this moment. No monsters attacked, no Queen to command. So the momenthad no expectations.

There the Worker stood. The last Soldier took a bowl. It had time. It stared ahead. Then, slowly, it turned in its small cubicle, looking left, for a Worker delivering more slop, right, for more Workers or Soldiers or its replacement.

No one. And it was not exactly visible from the place where Soldiers ate without voice or interruption. Slowly, the Worker stood straight. Then it turned leftand began to shake all four arms. It did a little dance, left, right, left, right. Snapped to attention and began filling bowls as Workers entered. When they were done, and in that momentthe Worker began to do the dance again. Dance, and danced.

And began to level.

So that was what was happening with the other Horns of Hammerad. The first entry in the documentary series came quite some time after the other Horns had all been located, each by a different group, and had begun their long journeys.

Still, the first glimpse of Ksmvr was an insight. A way for the others to link upif they had a scrying orb. Which not one did, at least on hand. Only Ceria Springwalker had a tiny scrying mirror.

Block the scrying device she has. She cannot be allowed to see this. Yet.

The Siren of Savere, Revine Zecrew, turned away from the orb, furious. So that was where Nsiia was? She was going to hunt her down and

But this was only one of the Sirens many plans. The [Bandit Queen], the [Hydromancer] who ruled lawless Savereat least, that was what it was known fordid not pace around her study long.

In another time she would have been focused on Nsiia, but she had something else to allay her wrath, much to her peoples relief. She kept going back to something in her workshop, as one of her [Mages] ran off to do her bidding.

Illphres.

Her old friend. The Siren stared bleakly at a sheaf of organized letters. Amid spell tomes, books, even an illustration. Yet

She had an apprentice. She told me she would never take one. And here she is. Good enough to damn an Adult Creler, almost. And with some kind of powerful relic!

The Siren didnt believe in chances, and she often suspected designs, but she couldnt see the one here that had led Ceria Springwalker to her. She thought about it. The half-Elfwas an adventurer. Perhaps one of those traditional, annoying, upstanding ones.

But perhaps not. She was Illphres apprentice. And even if she was the of the most holier-than-thou type? So what? The Sirengot what she wanted. There were ways.

She smiled. This was good. This was fascinating. This might be what she needed. She strode back through her palace, at the port-capital of Savere, Runsblud, home to an ever-changing court. The most dangerous [Bandits], [Pirates], and other criminals who took Savere as a port from the storm of law.

The Siren descended into a banquet hall replete with laughter, roguesmostly womenher warriors, not a traditional army, but a match for many nations. Into Savere had come the half-Elf with ice powers. Savere was not Roshal, which twisted. But it could corrupt. And the Siren herself desired something. So beware, Ceria Springwalker. Could she navigate Saveres dangerous reefs of power? Ingratiate herself toor survivethe deadliest rogues and criminals?

Could she do that? Would the Siren find what she wanted? Revine turned, the power of water sweeping behind her as she saw the half-Elf, surrounded by Saveres deadliest. She was

Ceria Springwalkere turned. Revine stopped dead as she saw the half-Elfs face. Hercheeks were bulging so huge they looked like they had doubled her facial size.

Ib a squirrel!

Half the audience around her was cheering her on to fit more Yellats into her mouth. The other half were laughing so hard they were sliding off their chairs. Revine stared at Ceria. She closed her eyes.

What had Illphres been thinking?

Authors Note: If youre a Patron, you saw the first6,000 words for free as a rare chapter-teaser. That was because I wrote the edited chapter, but switched focuses to something else because I thought it would be better to edit.

So I wrotelike 34,000 words for that chapter, which is in editing and will be out sometime. And 6,000 words. So thats 40,000. And now I wrote this.

Im tired already and Im not even begun this writing cycle. But thats how it goes. I think youll enjoy the edited chapter when it comes out, but for now, make do with this paltry offering. Actually, the first six thousand and parts of this chapter show why I didnt want to get it edited.

First, this is a longer tale than usual, so I was fairly sure I couldnt do it in one arc. Which I didnt. Second? I had some more emphasis on my weak pointspainting a picture of whats happening. I dont know if you saw it, but thats what I tried to do this time.

Anyways, leave me your thoughts and thanks for reading! Im back! Time for a break?

Something different this timehere are the winners of a competition by @Me#3460 on Discord, for the best images ofpirateaba? Who people conflate with the character, Pirate, which my avatar is based off of. Its great art and much thanks to all competitors and drawings. Here are the top three!

1st Place: pirateaba with amazing hair by Curry! No, I cant do that. I wish I could. Also, that I could hold a burning quill. I mean, I can, but its not fun.

2nd Place: A Space Marine pirateaba by LeChat! With the weapons of war I apparently get. The keyboard is more dangerous than the mouse, by the way. Pointy.

DeviantArt: /lechatdemonStash with all the TWI related art: https://sta.sh/222s6jxhlt0

3rd Place: Surreal pirateaba by Anito! Apples and hands. This is accurate to the core of my /anito