The Wandering Inn

Vampires?

His eyes narrowed. Or rathergolden flame reduced, like distant twin suns, into pinpricks. Fetohep of Khelt turned his head. And expressed his thoughts about Vampires thusly.

He rose from his seat, a chair placed so that in every room of his palace, the ruler of Khelt would not be without a throne. The Human standing before him saw the Undead King of Khelt rise, and turned his emaciated head towards the night. His voice rose and the legions of armored undead around his palace stirred.

Vampires? Fetch me my armaments of the sun! Bear unto me proof of their existence and I shall arm the armies of Khelt with precious wood and silver and pile the sands with the corpses of the bloodstealers until even the most depraved of [Warlords] would turn away and beg for mercy.

He almost began to pace, so caught up in the brief flash of fury. But then Fetohep caught himself and looked towards the intruder in his domain. His guest.

Where did you see their presence, Teresa Atwood?

He regarded the young woman, freshly bathed and free of the stench and dirt of battlefor the moment. She had arrived and just been ushered into his presence. She waved her hands at him frantically.

Nono! I didnt see Vampires! I just asked about them!

Oh.

Fetohep hesitated. Then he sat back down.

I see. But the fact that you speak of such filth tells me you know of them. Fromyour world? Have they invaded there?

No. Theyre just a mywellI thought they were just stories.

Teresa didnt know what was true anymore. She looked at Fetohep.

SoVampires are real?

Were real. Perhaps their taint lives on.

Annoyed, the ruler gestured and his goblet was filled with the essence of mana and death. Teres was given a sweet wine as she sat. Fetohep of Khelt rested a hand for a moment over the edge of his dining room throne-chair.

You come to me asking of their nature, or their history, Teresa Atwood? Naturally, I am the most logical choice, even beyond the Quarass in this regard. For that perspicacity, I shall entertain a brief conversation on the subject ofVampires.

Teresa opened and closed her mouth, but before she could get in a word in edgewise, Fetohep went on.

Yes. They existed. Yes. They were a scourge upon Chandrar too. But Human memory being what it iswhat do you perceive to be a Vampire, Teresa Atwood?

Umpale. Sunlight kills them. Strong, fast, theycan heal from terrible wounds? You cant even kill them without silver, or a stake to the heart, or garlic

Fetohep had been waving her on. He stopped her there.

False. Garlic is anathema, but hardly their death. And a lesser Vampire could be slain without their greatest weaknesses. Stillclose enough. What else?

Vampires need blood to live. Theycan turn other people into Vampires. Actually, they can turn other people into slaves, or Vampires. They can command animals, turn into mist, bats, uh, hypnotize you with their eyes. They have no reflection

That was about the most obvious stuff. Teres tried to think of anything else. And because she was standing in front of the King of Khelt whom she did not likeand the feeling was mutualshe added one more fact.

Oh, and they sparkle in the sunlight. Justglitter away.

Fetohep paused in drinking from his goblet. He eyed Teres straight face.

That is not my understanding of a Vampires powers. But your grasp of their basic strengths and weaknesses is acceptable. They do indeed have abilities beyond theirspecies. A Vampire appears at first glance to enhance and give strength to anyone who accepts their gift. The allure has drawn more than a few like you to them, begging for their version of immortality and power.

And thats a bad thing, right?

Teres sighed. There was always a catch. Always! She was ready for a big speech about it. Fetohep just shrugged.

Perhaps only to those Vampires prey upon. I am not one to speak. Khelts rulers persist thanks to our bargain of undeath. A Vampire isby some measuresa superior being. Their weaknesses multiply, but so do their strengths. Such is the allure of their powerespecially when honed by bloodthat even the Quarass sought to drink of their strength in several of her incarnations.

Really? Then why do you seem to hate them so much?

Teres sat forwards. OkayVampirism wasnt off the table! This might be a productive day after all. Fetohep looked at her.

Simply that such a race is superior, Teresa Atwood. And like every species thus empoweredthey have ruled this world. When Vampires claimed their eternal night, they devoured the people of Khelt like every other. You have seen war. You have seen slavery. Vampires would make slaves of the world. They delighted in suffering.

Oh. Butbut they didnt succeed, right? Ive been studying history. Orthenons taught me when he had time. I know about the old empires. Every species seems to have done it. Half-Elves, Selphids, MinotaursDrakes

Not all species. And it is important to remember, Teresa Atwood, that not all empires were of the same length or atrocity. If my ire is directed to Vampiresit is because I have read of their wars of conquest. They held Chandrar only briefly. And they never will again, so long as I exist or Khelt remembers the past.

Fetohep rose and looked out the window. Teres sat back. If there was one thing Fetohep was good atit was storytelling.

What did happen, then?

The [King] hesitated. But it was late, and while he could have performed any number of functions, Teresa was the only outsider to Khelt present. He would have still usually dismissed her.

But Trey Atwood was gone. And he had told Fetohep it was a true parting. The Ruler of Khelt was justbored. So he answered Teres question.

At the height of their power, Vampires did try to claim each continent in turn. Rhir proved inhospitable for their kind. Terandria fought bitter, unrelenting wars as Vampires corrupted even their lines of kings. They infested Izril, ruling that continent in force. Baleros and Chandrarless so.

Why Baleros and Chandrar less?

Teres imagined the vast land of Baleros, from the jungles to the plains and frozen north. Fetohep tapped a finger against the glass, dislodging a tiny desert-moth drawn to the light of his chambers. His servants stood silently, waiting on his every desire.

Dead gods, he was so bored.

Dullahans proved too obdurate as blood-slaves and they built their bodies out of silver. Centaurs suffered, as did Humans and Lizardfolk especially given their numbers, but the Naga and greater Lizardfolk united their peoples against Vampires. However, it was Selphids who truly drove them from the land. One parasite was enough.

He waited for Teres to remark on this bit of irony, or ask a question. Trey would have. But his sister just went mhm in a slightly disinterested tone. She was not half the guest her brother was.

Still, she was listening, so Fetohep moved through his palace and issued an order. Within the palace of Khelts vaults, silent guardians stirred, heeding his will.

Chandrar fared better than Baleros, in truth. The scourge of Vampires came here and they began to corrupt, for a while. Chandrar is possessed of less vegetation, and despite the searing sun, the nights suited their kind well. However, the Shield Kingdoms of Chandrar numbered nine in those ages. When the true corruption of Vampires power was revealed, the armies of Khelt fell upon their kind with Germina, Actelios hordes, and every other nation in Chandrar.

Teresa sat up slightly.

What, just like that?

To trivialize a vast, unrelenting war that makes a mockery of Reims petty conflict with Jecrass? Yes. Such is a summary of history.

The young woman stuck her tongue out at Fetoheps back and folded her arms. It felt like sitting in the company of one of her teachers, every second. Only, her teachers hadnt threatened to cut off her head when they were mad. Most of them.

Just like that.

Fetohep stared out the window of perfectly blown glass. Not one imperfection would have been tolerated, not in Khelt. Not a single bubble or distortion. His gaze flickered.

Let me tell you what just like that looked like, Teresa Atwood. When the world rose against Vampires, the Quarass of Germina was possessed by their power. Her Champion of Ger sacrificed his life to convince her of the corruption of such power. Thus awakened, she understood the need to rid her nation of this influence. In herselfno less. So she drank poison that would have blackened the insides of Dragons and flew to the greatest of their lairs. Thereshe poisoned their bloodwells with her own ichor. She let the lesser spawn die by the thousands, and fought for hours against her kin until they brought her down and tore her to pieces.

Teresa gulped. The little Quarass had done that in her past life? Fetohep looked over his shoulder.

That was the prelude. As the Quarass was reborn, she led a true army from Germina and proceeded to stake and eradicate every last Vampire in the lair left alive. To warn the others, she had the rest executed by burning them from the toes upwards in molten stone. You would do well to remember that the next time you annoy her.

Teres decided she didnt want the snack the servant was offering hera fancy version of a sundae, with a hand-baked wafer and whipped cream made from a magical cow or something. She always felt like she gained weight when she visited Khelt.

Fetohep turned forwards, slightly pleased by her reaction.

So ended Vampires. They were driven first from our continent, then Baleros and Terandria. Izril was last. If there are Vampiresthey shall not gain a foothold again so long as I live. We suffer no more overlords. Why do you ask? Have you proof of their existence?

Fetohep ended the little history lesson there. He turned to look at Teres, expectant. Concerned, as a ruler. Surely something had prompted this question. Some sign.

Teresa Atwood shrugged.

No. I just thought it would be cool. How about werewolves, then?

The ruler of Khelt stared at Teres. After a moment he shook his head and looked past her.

Where is your sibling? I find his company far more agreeable.

On special business. Dont ask me where. Im not allowed to say. Flos didnt even have him fight in the warnot that he needs to. Were in peace talks. Which is why Im here. He told me to take a break and placate you.

Teres folded her arms. Fetohep eyed her.

In that, the King of Destruction miscalculates both our natures greatly.

You said it. Okayquestion. I know youve probably forgotten, butwhats the most attractive species in the world? Im just curious. Orthe most sensual or something?

Centaurs.

Teresa blinked. She peered at Fetohep, but his poker face, as it were, was invincible. She had no idea if he was messing with her or not.

Would you like me to summon a Centaur for companionship to see the truth of my statement? There are a number within Khelt.

Whno!

Fetohep nodded.

Then come with me. I think there is something that may interest you, for whatever reason you brought Vampires up. Servants, leave us.

He led Teres out of the dining room. The young woman walked down the vast hallways as lights grew to illuminate their passage.

Down she walked, down staircases and ramps. The King of Khelt ignored her questions and proceeded at a steady pace. He walked past hundreds of paintings of the most important figures of their age, each created by the greatest [Artist] of that era. Some stared after Teres, or moved.

The King of Khelt passed by an artwork that spanned an entire hallway so vast that it took Teres twelve minutes of jogging to get to the other end of. It was so coldbut she could have walked into the painting and made a snowball. She wished Trey was here; it wasnt fun by herself.

Down, they went, taking a magical elevator that passed by a suite that one of Khelts kings had filled with treasures to impress one of his guests and found too odious to remove. Down, past

The point was they went a long ways. Until they passed by a set of vast doors so tall that Teres nearly hurt her neck trying to stare up.

Wherewhere are we?

The armory of Khelt. I have had a weapon forged for battling Vampires brought out. NowI shall show you its function. This way.

A pair of undead guardians with glowing eyes put something around Fetoheps form. Acrystalline armor set, hollow, made of some strange material that let Teres see what looked like a swirling mass of storm clouds compressed to a razors thinness inside the armor.

Fetohep led her back to the elevator. Teres groaned, and he looked at her as he stepped onto the floating platform.

We will take the direct route back, not the scenic one. To the rooftops.

The scenic

Teres stomach stayed on the armory floor. The rest of her shot up with Fetohep on the magical platform.

Fetohep stepped out onto a balcony, one of many on his palaces roofs. This gave him a commanding view of his magnificent city of wonders and the vast desert beyond, some of it turned green by Khelts vast water stores. Teres hugged the ground behind him.

He was quite pleased by that.

Now, look up, Teresa Atwood. You asked a question only out of curiosity. But here is my answer. If there were Vampires who dared to try to invade Chandrar once more, I would slay them thusly.

Fetohep raised his hands and clapped them once. Teres, opening her mouth to shout something at Fetohep about safety regulations and elevator speedssaw the clouds swirling in the crystal armor move. They parted

And the sun came out. Fetoheps armor did not merelyglow. Or illuminate. The sun itself shone from his armor.

Blinding. The people of Khelt looked up, wondering why the sun had suddenly risen. So bright was the light that Teres couldnt s

No, she could see. She should have been blinded. But somehow, everything was thrown into clearer relief, not just made dazzling. She dared to look up and saw him.

A true [King] does not need to even look at his foe, much less stir himself for lesser foes.

Fetohep shone as he stood there. His armor unleashed the contained radiation of the suns light like a beacon, illuminating the night for miles around.

He looked down at her. Teres stared at his armor.

Itits beautiful.

The magical fire in Fetoheps sockets flickered. He had only meant to impress on Teres his power. This armor could slay a legion of lesser Vampires. But she stared at the workmanship of the armor as much as the magic.

It is a masterpiece, isnt it? Another creation of Serept.

Oh! The creator of the Diamond Swords? I saw them on the scrying orb! And you! He made these too?

Fetohep gestured and the light went out. He eyed Teres to see if she was being facetious again, but she looked fascinated.

Only naturally. Serept was a Smithing-King, who in life reached a level few [Blacksmiths] dared to imagine. He worked to forge crystalline artifactsit was something of a motif. He took it to extremesthe Diamond Swords, armor made of quartz, battleaxes forged from a single ruby, and so on and so onthe more garish of his creations I hesitate to display. Some have made their way into the world, but I have a collection.

Can Ican I see it?

Fetohep looked at Teres as she scrambled up eagerly.

You have an appreciation for craftsmanship?

I love it. Wait. Do you have other artifacts I can see?

Countless thousands. Come with me.

The two looked at each other as they descended once more. Fetohep casually removed the armortreating it with a warriors courtesy. This unexpected connection over weaponry was startling and not altogether pleasing to either. As they descended at a slower paceFetohep could have actually made the dais descend so fast Teres would free-fallshe looked at him.

You wereprobably kidding about the Centaurs. And I see that Vampires wouldnt uh, take Khelt easily. Or at all if theyre smart.

Fetohep lifted one hand in agknowledgement, waiting. Teres bit her lip.

But seriously. If you hate Vampires but know you can beat themis there a species youfear?

The undead king paused. He inspected Teres face, then replied softly.

Drakes.

She snorted. But this time, Fetohep looked completely serious.

My answer is serious, Teresa Atwood. Drakes and their ancestors, the Dragons, are the reason the Shield Kingdoms came to be. When they united, they drove Gnolls to hide beneath the earth. They made such war that legends were made of the nations who opposed them and lived. Neither you nor I have witnessed dragonfire pouring from a hundred thousand Drakes. And that was but the children. Working together with their parents, the Dragons, they were virtually unstoppable.

Oh. But Orthenon says that his MFlos nearly got to Izril. He says that if theyd landed and reinforced Amerys, they might have really pushed the Drakes back.

Fetohep flicked this assertion away like a bug.

Certainly in the modern day, Drakes are weaker. And that is for the best. Their weakness comes from infighting. Teresa Atwood, the reason behind the Drake hegemonys fall can be summed up simply. The only reason Drakes ever lost and Dragons were finally destroyed was that they began to battle each other. If they had nota thousand Khelts would have fallen before them. It is nothing but realism to acknowledge this fact.

Oh, I see.

Teresa fell silent. After a while, she looked at the vast palace they passed by and sighed.

What is it?

Fetohep saw her look up, almost wistfully.

It seems like all the big battles and empires and legends were before us, doesnt it?

Fetohep shook his head slightly.

The young always say such things. In this case, theheights of power may be less than they were. That is true. But do not be so wistful. Here is a lesson from me. Be very grateful, Teresa Atwood, that Flos Reimarch is the name that shakes the hearts of millions. In the days we spoke of, he would be an average [King], possibly a good one compared to his peers. But nothing more.

And what about you?

Teresa looked up challengingly. She saw Fetoheps yellowed teeth in his preserved skull grinning at her. The King of Khelt spoke.

I? A weak king of the undead. Difficult to invade, rich, wise, certainly. But weak once past the borders of my nation. The reason Khelt is the power it is today, Teresa Atwood, is because we kept all that other nations lost. Now, let us talk of lighter things. This way, you will see the most ridiculous item Serept ever forged. A halberd for a giant.

A door opened. Teres jaw dropped.

Thats not real. There are so many gemswhy would you make something like this?

I think it was a bet. Another lessonthe most excessive things usually are the product of some bet. If you will follow me

-

Teresa Atwood didnt really hate Fetohep. Rather, it was accurate to say that she didnt understand or gel with him.

Trey nowTrey was good at being impressed, especially by history and his clear respect for the [King] was what Fetohep liked. There was something else as wellTrey was better at treating Fetohep like a person.

Teres version of that was to poke Fetohep or Flos, needle them. Flos enjoyed that more than Fetohep.

But mainlythe difference was that if Trey got along with Fetohep and the Quarass better, Teres was more at home with Flos. Because the King of Destruction for all his power and vassals was the sort of person whod happily bivouac and spend the day on campaign. The other two rulerswhen Teres stood with Fetohep, she was reminded who he was.

It wasnt just the sundae, prepared by a [Chef] from the finest of ingredients at her whim. That was close to Eartheven if Earths accessibility was a product of globalized markets and innovations in freezing, transportation, and manufacture while Khelts was just incredible skill and wealth. You could get a sundae in each world, even if Khelts was better in every way.

But another to see Fetoheps treasures. An enchanted, jeweled halberd made for a giant. Even Zamea would have had trouble lifting it.

MoreoverFetoheps conversation with Teres about weaponry meant that they were actually engaged in a lively, agreeable dialogue for once. The last time shed been here to entertain him, hed ended up demonstrating his abilities with a sword and Teres had been thoroughly smacked around, despite her levels and Orthenons training.

This time? Night had long since fallen, but the first time Teres yawned, she was handed a small goblet. She blinked at it.

A revitalizing draught. Drink it if you wish to continue our conversation.

Fetohep saw Teres drink, grimacing, but the tonic wasnt unpleasant. For once, it tasted refreshingeven fruity! She blinked.

What is this? A stamina potion?

She felt her exhaustion justvanish. Not like stamina potions where you were given a shot of energy but had to pay the piper in the end. Fetohep nodded to the servant and he stepped away, bowing.

A Potion of Revitalization. Somewhat more impressive thanstamina potions. Let us continue onwards.

Teres smacked her lips.

Whhow much does one cost?

Mm. I do not count numbers. But I would estimate, at least eighty gold coins? Then again, the level of [Alchemists] varies. Once, Sages Grass was so expensive

Fetohep walked on. Teres stopped licking her lips, appalled.

Isntisnt that expensive? I meanI know youre rich, your Majesty

He looked amused.

What is wealth, if not to be used in munificence, Teresa Atwood? Certainly, it is well to acquire and preserve it. Yet I am Ruler of Khelt. My visitors, of which I have entertained few, will never leave my realm without singing praises of my hospitality. Have I not said it? Anything you might wish can be granted here. You and your brother are curiously reluctant to accept my gifts. WellI gifted him a few small favors the last time we parted.

Favors? Like what?

Ah, a spell tome. A few liquid draughts. And as I perceived his garb was nothing more than mundane clotha fitting set of clothing to go with his staff.

Enchanted?

Do I possess articles of clothing that are not magical in some way? This way to observe some quite interesting chariots. I believe each one comes from a different era of Nerrhavias Fallen, beginning at the empires inception. All taken from enemy commanders in battle or acquired by similar means.

Teres bit her lip on a snarky reply. She hesitated, staring at Fetoheps back.

Ifdo you have a bunch of magical swords I could borrow?

The king stopped and Teres saw him glance back at her sword.

Hm. The Kings Steward gave you that blade, did he not?

Yes

Teres felt embarrassed because it was a good sword. Enchanted with a few low-grade enchantments. Fetohep flicked his fingers.

If I believed Orthenon or Flos of Reim was so impoverished, I would grant you a blade. But a low-grade enchantment has a point. If you allow the sword to do your fighting, you will not level.

Thats what Orthenon said.

Teres sighed. She wanted one of Mars swords, though. Fetohep nodded sagely.

If it were possible to buy levelspower from wealth is expressed in artifacts, in Drath, consumables, and so on. But levels cannot be stolen. I will give you no blade. However, if you wish it, I will certainly avail you of some decent clothing.

Teres looked down at her travel clothing. She looked up quickly.

Really?

The ruler was already ahead of her.

I shall schedule Khelts finest [Fashionista] to attend to you. You are no doubt required to return to Jecrass soon; by the time you leave, you will have a wardrobe of clothing more suited to formal events such as these. Do you have a preference of cloth?

Uh

Provide samples of silks, satins, magical clothsshockwool and so forthfor Teresa Atwoods perusal.

The king turned to the hovering servant, who hurried away. Teres blinked. The contemptuous wealth of a king. But Fetohep wasnt simply careless with it. As she thanked him, embarrassed, his preserved, corpses face turned to her.

Your thanks are not required, Teresa Atwood. However, if you would like to express your gratitudetell me of your brother. I understand his purpose is secret. Yet I have never once betrayed anothers trust.

Teres bit her lip. She hesitated. But as Fetohep well knew, reciprocity was a very Human need.  So she hesitated, and after looking around as if anyone could have spied on them in Fetoheps domain, leaned forwards.

I dont know all of what hes doing. Its something Gazi spoke to Flos about. All I knowis that shes gone. And Trey and two of Parasol Strolls [Mages] are heading to a harbor in Nerrhavias Fallen.

The flames glowed in Fetoheps sockets. And he came to a conclusion he had already reached when Trey had accepted his gifts. But suspicion and knowing were two important distinctions. He sighed and gesturedTeres blinked as Fetohep stopped leaning upon her with his will, subtly.

Ah. Thank you, Teresa Atwood. Perhaps we should cut this tour of my wonders short. They are numberless, and the decisions of clothing may take you many hours. If they are to be prepared ere your departure, it would be best to start now.

Thank you. Are you certain Ill be going, your Majesty?

He nodded once more.

The King of Destruction will no doubt require it. The war with Jecrass reaches its end. These peace talks will not last overlong and that boy is unlikely to have the patience to dance overlong on diplomacy. Nor does he need to.

Itd be a welcome end. Weve been fighting for ages. The King of Duels put up a huge fight.

Teres sighed. She was worn by battle, changed by it. When they had first met, Fetohep had seen a young woman, brash and confident. Nowshe no longer flaunted the sword she carried. It was just a tooland she had learned how to kill men and women with it.

Fetohep felt vaguely sorry for Teres. But that was what Flos Reimarch gave his subjects. Teres was confident in her ability to kill and perhaps, better for it. Yet few of Khelts children needed ever learn such lessons.

As to her statement, he just shook his head.

I have followed the war in Jecrass and Belchan, Teresa Atwood. It is a conflict worth noting if only for the duels. I havean interest in such things. Pomle has proven quite interesting in that regardI digress. However, the outcome of the war was never in doubt.

Teres squinted up at Fetohep as they walked upwards, towards the surface.

You think so? King Raelt killed one of Zameas people by himself.

He nodded again.

And he has proven himself a fierce beast hiding behind the cloth of a [King]. One wonders what he might have been if aroused to fury beforehand in wars with Medain. But King Perric never pushed Raelt of Jecrass so far. Nothis King of Duels is fierce. But he is one man. And he fights an army led by the people whom stories were told about decades ago. One lion versus a pride of them is not a fair battle, or entertaining to see.

True. I just wish it had been over faster.

Teres twisted her lips. Again Fetohep admonished her.

Flos Reimarch was in no hurry to end the war. His armies have leveled from the fighting which ever favored him. If he wanted to end ithe would have used his greatest Skill. You have not seen him truly rampage, Teresa Atwood. I pray you remember that when you return to his side.

She glanced up at him, suspiciously.

Never rampaged? I was there at Belchan when he threatened to execute the Prime Minister and hundreds of people.

The undead kings eyes flashed.

That is only the beginning of why they call him King of Destruction. The reason no other nation interfered directly in the war with Jecrass and Reim outside of covert support is that they are still afraid of his Skill. But it is a single hammer he may use; once exhausted it takes too long to wield again. While it is unused, others tremble.

Teresa glanced up again, narrowing her eyes. What did Fetohep mean by that? He just regarded her.

Is he going to have to use it soon, your Majesty?

In this war? Doubtful.

That was all Fetohep said. He ushered Teresa out of his presence and retired to his quarters. He was a king of a nation secluded from others, famously independent. But that did not mean Fetohep was out of touch with the world around him. Far from it. He consulted the news coming to him through various channels. Anddirected more of them across the ocean. Towards that ancient place.

The home of Mages.

-

The ruler of Khelt was not the only one who missed Trey Atwood these days. The strange young man, who could be endearing or aggravating, was nonethelessa friend to a number of people.

Even if he was a foreigner. Nawalishifra of Clan Tannousin could have used him now, though. There was something about Trey that was reliable.

She could talk to him without being berated as if she was the ass of some disobedient mule in the middle of a sandstorm. Everyone else in her clanespecially those older than herrefused to listen. Nawal was in that uncomfortable position of being Clan Tannousins best [Smith], as well as being a woman, and younger than most of her venerable elders.

It created an imbalance in the relationships. When she had to speak, they sometimes ignored her. When she needed council, it was given as orders rather than advice.

Wellshe spoke now, taking the full authority and responsibility of her position. And Nawal couldnt help but feel bitter that her aunt, Bezhavil, Silmak, the official head, and Hesseif were all standing behind her letting her lie.

Lord Venith, Lady Maresar, our work progresses slowly but surely. The forging of Naq-Alrama steel requires many steps, as you know. We may only work by blue moon and nowin this stagethe radiance of the sun at its zenith. Of course, in the times when we are not working, we will produce more blades to the King of Destruction.

She waited, heart pounding, as the married couple left in charge of Reim itself and the kingdom while the King of Destruction was on campaign looked at each other. It was the stern Venith who responded with a slight bow.

That is not strictly necessary, Blacksmith Nawalishifra. Reim is grateful for all the blades of the quality your clan produces. If you create more, his Majesty will pay you for each one, of course. But the Naq-Alrama blades are most important. Take whatever time is necessary.

Of course, Lord Venith. We swear to repay his Majestys forbearance, and let our water skins turn to poison if we fail this great trust.

Nawal nearly wilted in relief. She babbled a great promise and felt Bezhavil kick the back of her heels, but both women kept their veils up. Silmak and Hesseifs faces were perfectly blank and composed as they backed away.

Lady Maresar, the former [Bandit Lord]s eyes, followed Nawal as they left the room. The [Blacksmith] sweated as she tried to walk normally. It had been Maresar who had asked about the odd hammering that happened only when the sun was at its peak at midday.

Hammering in the sun? Now we have to pretend to do something every day! You idiot, Silmak! Theyll never know the difference? I told you we should have kept pretending we were working in secret, rather than showing our work!

When they were safely in their rooms in the palace, Nawal rounded on the [Shaman]. Her cousin looked guilty, but shook his head as he replied.

At least they accepted our words. We just have to appease them. Make more blades.

More pure steel? Its hardly worth the time!

Nawal tore her veil off and stomped on it. The others stirred as she stalked about.

We shouldshould just tell them! Tell his Majesty.

Nawalishifra! Tell him after we have eaten and drank for months of his hospitality?

Bezhavil looked appalled. And afraid. Everyone knew the King of Destructions terrible wrath, and even if all the legends were not truethey had all seen the scrying orb at Belchan. They knew he was prepared to make good his threats.

We are only making this worse. We can wait for Trey Atwood no longer. I agree with Nawali.

Hesseif spoke slowly and heavily. Nawal looked at the clans best fighter they had sent. Silmak chewed his lip and shook his head.

We have already kept up the ruse, though. Let us forge more blades for the King of Destruction. Perhaps, if enough of the ores can be found within the month

I forge another ingot? Are you mad, Silmak? That delays us another two months! We cannot wait that long! The King of Destruction is no fool! He and his Steward know how long Naq-Alrama steel takes to forge.

Nawal looked around, despairingly. It was Bezhavil who spoke, slowly.

Then, Nawali, we must claim that it is your youth and inexperience as a female smith that delays us. You must tell the King of Destruction that.

The female [Blacksmith] looked at her aunt, and around the room.

You want me to tarnish my pride?

Better than that of the dead or Clan Tannousin.

For a second, Nawal looked at her aunt and cousin. Then she looked at Hesseif. He couldnt meet her eyes. In shame. She turned and stormed from the room.

-

Shed forgotten her veil. Nawal felt exposed, so she covered her face as she hurried to the rooms they had been allotted. Perfectly dark, without a trace of lightthe ideal conditions for forging Naq-Alrama steel, except when moonlight or other shades of light were needed.

There was no point now, though. Nawal pushed past four of Clan Tannousins guards who let no one but their people inside. She ignored their looks and sank to her knees.

Her clans honor. Andthese lies! This was not why she had learned to swing a hammer!

I wish you were here, Trey Atwood. To make sense of it. At least I would not need to lie to you.

Nawalishifra spoke bitterly. Her clan had hoped to use him to deliver the message. But he had been gone to Actelios Salash so long, as well as Khelt. And thenthey had heard he was not returning to Reim. So their plans and their stalling had forced them to add to the lies.

Venith and Maresar believed that they had been forging the King of Destructions Naq-Alrama steel sword for the last month. And they had, ever since Nawalishifra had returned with an idea in her mind of what to make for him. They had carefully begun the hundreds of steps in the ritual to even prepare the ingots for smithing. They had softened the metal that had been hardened by even the slightest ambient daylight, created a proper receptacle for the moonlight bath, as well as meticulously calculated every portion of metal the Kings blade would require.

The last two full moons, Nawalishifra had brought the metal out, to purify first, and then forge in the moonlight bath, a process that required speed as even under moonlight, Naq-Alrama steel hardened quickly. It would take her weeks of hammering, softening, and hammering again until the final forge, where fire would speak for the first and last time before daylight finished the process.

But then she would have produced a blade worthy of even the King of Destruction. One to cut magic like water and give new life to their clan. Nawalishifra had been prepared for that moment. She had forged over eighty pieces of Naq-Alrama metal beforetwice as many as other smiths needed before they were allowed to attempt it solo.

She had been ready. The metal had not been. Nawalishifra had brought her hammer down the first time on the softened metal, still so strong as to require her full strength to even move

And this was the result.

Nawal knelt in front of the broken ingot of Naq-Alrama metal. It wasshattered. Like glass, if you struck it with a hammer. Moonlight had hardened the pieces that the clan had gathered; now they were individually harder than regular steel.

But no one would soften the broken metal so it could be reforged again. There was no point.

A seam in the metal. Air. Nawal saw it now; and no one could have seen it before. It had permeated the perfect ingot, such that it was no longer one unbroken piece of metal. When she had brought her hammer downshe had shattered it like crystal.

In other metal, it wouldnt matter. Steel? You could work with that, as embarrassing as a mistake it would be. Nawal wouldnt have accepted such a mistake in her own ingots, but she could have done it.

But Naq-Alrama steel was one thing. To break it, you had to produce enough force to shatter the entire blade. That was why it did not bend and why the few blades that had ever been broken seemed to explode. It was also why it was so hard to forge; the ingot had to be perfect.

And this one was flawed. Nawal stared dully at the metal. She reached out to touch a shard; cut herself. She stared at the blood on the glistening metal.

Father. Your pride has killed us.

He had been the one to forge these last ingots, with his last energy. She had helped him, but he was the one who had to watch for air, for these imperfections in the process, day in, day out. Had he known? Was that why he had died and left them to sell the metal instead of the finished product?

Nawalishifra didnt want to believe it. But it made a terrible sense. Imagine if they had sold it? If her goat of a brother had managed to find a buyer? The metal would have broken even if theyd done it perfectly, but Clan Tannousin could have claimed that there was a fault in the smith who had tried it.

It was such a perfect excuse that she almost believed it. She did not want to believe her father could have done that.

But look. The metal was ruined. Nawals head rested against the stone floor. The other ingots were similarly marred. Air in the metal. She had shattered each one with a hammer in her fury and despair.

Whatwhat did they do now? They could only pretend for so long. Nawal raised her head, slowly. She wiped at her eyes. The war with Jecrass was ending. Soonthe King of Destruction would be returning and his mind would turn to his promised blades. When that day cameNawal feared she would end up taking responsibility for the failure she had not known existed. That she could have never prevented.

She wished Trey was here. He would not have expected that of her.

Everyone else did.

-

As for himself, Trey Atwood was nervous. He did wish he could have said goodbye. To Nawal, for instance, or the Quarass. He hadnt seen her since they parted ways after Actelios. And it felt like he might be going away for a while.

If Gazis plan workeda good while. Trey was nervous as he stared at the glittering, emerald bay.

The water was actually green, not blue, due to a trick of the light or some mineral content in the waters. It was beautiful and looked like it would be an amazing break from the heat.

But few people were in the water, despite the busy harbor. That was because Nerrhavias Fallen was a kingdom made of String People, and they didnt like getting wet that much. It made their cloth rot or shrink.

Trey would have tried it, but he was under orders to keep a low profile. So he tugged his hood down and drank some water. Wearing a hood would have made him stand out more, frankly.

It was hot. Trey felt a blessed coolness blowing around him and blinked. He turned his headand Mirin, the second-in-command of Parasol Stroll, waggled her fingers.

Cooling spell. You need to remember to use magic, Trey Atwood.

She smiled at him as he ducked his head. Trey adjusted his grip on his staff; his palms were sweaty.

Thats why Im going, right, Mirin? Thank you for bringing me here. You too, Palke.

The male [Mage] nodded. The two had been Treys escort the long way south through Nerrhavias Fallen from Reim. It had been a pleasant journey, uneventful, with them teaching Trey magic.

He missed Gazis company, though, or the Quarasses, for all they could beterrifying. And horrible. Palke and Mirin were quite kind, but neither of them had that knowingness about them when they talked about the highest forms of magic.

Stillhere they were. Trey stared at the boat and the docks.

Do you have everything? Would you like to go over the plan again?

Mirin looked at Trey. He gulped, shook his head.

No. I have the memory cantrip you taught me, Mirin. IllIll be fine.

But as he bade them farewell and walked stiffly down the docks, Trey felt like this was more and more insane. He saw a queue of people ahead of him, waiting to board the ship. This was separate from the cargo being loaded on the other side; these were all passengers.

Like Trey, there were a lot of nervous young people. Even children! As young as seven. Trey saw a boy, a Stitchboy, solemnly listening to his well-dressed father giving him instructions.

Sayzil. Remember? Sayzil. He and I were friends. He will know you; Ive written ahead. And take this.

The boy gasped as his father offered him something. Trey saw the glitter of magic and for a moment he felt as if the bay rippled.

Water magic. Some water-wand. Not with a bound spell, but a catalyst-wand with some water-based magical substance.

Thank you, father!

The boy bowed, and then he and his father embraced. Trey looked away. The dock was full of scenes like this.

Next!

A voice from the bored [Mage] in front made the others stir. No one stepped forwards immediately; they still had things to say.

Trey walked forwards, heart pounding. The [Mage] sighed as he went down the list.

Name?

TTroy Atlas.

Trey nearly fumbled the firststep. The [Mage] ran down the list.

Troy, Troyaha. No mage-picturecan you tell me the city you came from, Mister Troy?

ErHellios.

Alright. And your age?

Sixno, its seventeen now.

The [Mage] nodded. He glanced up. He made a little sign and looked at Trey.

Do you swear you are the person bound for Wistram Academy?

Trey caught his breath, but in relief. Mirin and Palke had worried about the wording of this, butTrey nodded.

I am.

The [Mage] studied the truth spell and nodded. He forced a smile and pointed to the ship.

Very well. Your cabin will be assigned to you. Welcome, Mister Atlas.

Trey exhaled slowly. He boarded the ship, walking up the gangplank. He knew Mirin and Palke were watching, but he gave them no sign.

The first step was done. Trey saw a [Sailor] pointing with a yawn towards the belowdecks.

That way, Mister Student, sir.

T-thank you?

Trey nearly stumbled as he stared at her. She was a [Sailor], like all the other ones working on decks, loading cargo, swearing at each other. But this womanhad an octopus tentacle for a leg. She had a swaying walk.

No problem, sir. Hey, Captain! We shoving off by evening or what? Were dying of boredom here!

The [Storm Sailor], Inky, saluted. She shouted at the [Captain] busy coordinating the loading of cargo and people.

Captain Lasc, aboard his repaired ship, turned.

You want to dance with Lord Seagrass, the Undersea Crews, and half the [Pirates] in the sea, Second Mate Inky? This is steady pay and until we get everything re-enchanted and the crew up to snuff, I dont want to hear complaining! Get back to work!

Inky grimaced. She waved Trey onwards.

I knew I should have jumped ship at Zeres! Wouldve been more fun than running a passenger barge!

Hah! On your toes, Inky! I heard one of the ships going to Wistram got attacked by a Sea Serpent once! Had to be bailed out by the Archmage of Lightning herself!

What, only one?

The [Storm Sailors] laughed in good humor as Trey walked down the deck. So this was the Emerald Signet? The same ship that had been in the scrying orb? That Fetohep had been on? Hed told Trey all about it.

Trey wondered what telling Inky and the Captain would have netted him. A drink or a boot off the ship? Either wayit didnt matter.

Troy Atlas?

A second [Mage] was waiting belowdecks. Troy nodded and she pointed.

Take a room. Its shared space until we get to Wistram. And thats four days if we get the right current and with wind spells; twice that if we run into delays.

She had a bored expression, like the other recruiter. Trey looked at the identical cabins.

Which one?

Any empty one.

The [Mage]a Drakegave him a disinterested look. Trey was doing his best not to stare at the spines on her neck or her scales, which were a pale purple. He looked around, and before he could pick at random, someone stuck out a hand from one of the open cabins and waved.

Hey, weve got room for at least one more in here.

The [Mage]s head snapped up.

Thats not necessary, sir. We can arrange for a private bunk

Oh, go on. No sense in making other people double up, is there? Long as hes alright with my friendhey buddy!

Someone called cheerfully. Trey stepped forwards and saw a young man lounging on a bed as something rustled around below the bunk. He waved as the Wistram [Mage] bit her lip and swished her tail.

You afraid of dogs, mate?

Er. No?

The stranger gave Trey a thumbs-up. He had an interesting accent. For instance, go on had been turned into gwan, andTreys eyes flickered towards the worn jacket and clothing. And the logo in colors this world didnt possess.

MisterMister Flynn, theres really no need

S fine. Dont worry about it. Hey, nice to meet you. The names Flynn. Flynn Patel.

The young man offered a hand. Trey shook it, glancing at whatever was rustling under the bed.

Troy Atlas. Nice to meet you.

Flynn had darker skin than Treys, and tanned. He was more muscular as well and older. He had left his hat on the bunk. His eyes looked Trey up and down.

The young man knew he had no signs of Earth on him from his clothing. He carried a magical staff, the one taken from the [Geomancer], and Fetohep had gifted him a shirt and trousers that were both enchanted. He looked like the son of a lesser noble house, and he even carried a few other magical artifacts.

Nice staff. What, are you a student for this Wistram Academy?

Thats right. Im an aspiring [Mage]. Arent you?

Trey knew the answer before Flynn grinned and sat down on the bunk. Trey would have to sleep above on either side of the small cabin; someone had messed up the bunk opposite Flynns.

Not exactly. Id love to learn magic. But uhI was recruited. I dont know a lick about magic. Ive been roughing it around here for the last few months. SayTroy Atlas. Thats an interesting name.

Really?

Trey gave Flynn a blank look. And his heart began racing. Here it was. What did he do?

Gazi had given him a set of goals, a lot of minute details, but from here on outTrey was on his own. She couldnt help himat leastnot like this. So he had a decision to make.

Its not that unusual a name. Where I come from.

Trey sat back as casually as he could. Flynn studied him as the rustling thing under his bunk made a weird, growling noise.

Really? Everyone Ive met is Zenra Silk, or Meura Hemp.

You mean, Stitchfolk. Thats common in Nerrhavias Fallen. Flynn Patel is sort of interesting too.

The young man ducked his head. Now he was watching Trey.

Well, my mothersfrom another country. India. Ever heard of it?

Trey feigned ignorance. His heart was beating out of his chest. Butit was also fun. He kept the smile from moving across his face.

Nono, not really. Is that on Terandria or Izril? Baleros? I havent been to the other continents before.

He saw Flynn deflate. He sat back against his bunk, shaking his head.

Nah, further than that, friend. Way further. Never mind. Sorry, thought you and I might have been from about the same place. So youre a student?

He looked at Trey, still polite, even if his hopes were dashed. Trey nodded.

Thats right. Im hoping to learn more magic. Ive got a few levels in [Mage]. Im a [Sand Mage], actually.

Flynn sat back up.

Really? Know any spells?

A few. Not many I can show you hereoh! But I can show you a few tiny sand-Golems. Here, give me a sec.

Trey fumbled with his bag of holding. Flynn leaned forwards and Trey couldnt resist. Now. He glanced up.

So. Flynn Patel. When did your family move to Australia?

He saw Flynn blinkand then his eyes went round. His jaw dropped. He stared at Treys face, and Trey burst into a shaky grin of his own. Flynn punched Treys shoulder and then shot to his feet.

I knew it! You bastard, you had me thinkinggod! Hey! Hey, I found another one!

He shot to his feet and went to the door of his cabin. Trey heard him shouting as the young man called out to the female Drake.

Hey! I found

And here we go. Trey took a breath while no one was watching, then put an astonished look back on his face. It wasnt too hard. And it was a common emotion.

The Drake [Mage]s exasperated look became one of shock and excitement as Flynn pointed at Trey. She nearly dropped the clipboard as she hurried over to him.

Another one? Are you fromAmerica?

The Drake stared at Trey with a far different expression than before. Flynn shook his head.

Naw. He sounds like the United Kingdom, am I right? Im from Australia! Melbourne, myself!

Eryes. I came here because I heard about the football gameand other things. I uhthought there was a chancedoes Wistram have more people from Earth? Home, I mean?

I need to send a [Message]. Thatsyoure absolutely right, Mister Atlas. Just sit here and well take you to more of your people. Pleasebe careful about what you say. And you, Mister Flynn.

The Drake gave the young Australian man a look. He was too jubilant to notice. He dragged Trey back into the cabin.

I knew it. No one has a name like that. Howd you find out? Where did you land? Nowait. Have you met anyone else? Ive been searching for my mates, but no ones heard of them.

Flynn looked at Trey as the young man sat down. Trey took a deep breath.

Im from Hellios, actually

Where?

North of Nerrhavias Fallen. North of Reim.

Reim, Reimthats the kingdom everyones talking about, right?

Trey nodded. There was a lot of catch up on, but he was appraising the outcomes of his decision at the same time as his conversation. Hed been meaning to reveal himself when he got to the isle; that was step two of the plan. But this was more natural.

The ship had moved into a slow, swaying progress out of the harbor and was picking up speed as the two finished understanding where the other had come from. Flynn shook his head, grinning.

So, you helped this fellow out and thisthis [King] of Khelt gave you the fancy items?

Something like that. What about you?

Me? Ive been running about Nerrhavias Fallen. Working as an adventurer, hunting, even making things. Anything to earn enough money to survive. It was tough, the first bit. I had to beg for water, but I got my feet under me. I was just trying to make money and get to Silver-rank when I saw the game on television. Soccer. I asked at the Mages Guild and they had me on a ship before I could blink!

The football game. Trey sighed. Flynn seemed in good spirits for someone whod had to survive on his wits alone, even fighting monsters the last few months.

But perhaps that was because of his companion. The snuffling under Flynns bunk turned into a shape at last as Flynn broke out some dried meat and shared it around. It was spiced, and made Treys mouth water pleasantly. And drawn by the smell, a long-nosed dog wuffed by Treys foot.

Gah!

Oh, dont mind Pricky. Shes just hungry. Here you go, girl. Troy, meet my partner and the only reason Im still alive. Pricky, say hi.

Flynn offered the meat to the strange animal that came out of the bunk. Trey looked down and sawwell, he thought it was a dog.

It looked like one. A longer muzzle, almost like a triangle, and small mouth. The dog was just a bit below midsized, with a dark brown coat. She looked fairly strong and she had sharp teeth. But what was confusing about her washer hair.

It was spiky. There was just no other word for it. The hair seemed to clump together into tufts that looked sharp to the touch. And as Prickly noticed Trey, the hairs stirred and rose a bit.

ErFlynn? What is that?

Her? This is Pricky, a Needlehound. Its like if a cactus crossed with a regular dog. Shes the first friendly animal I met. Was dying of thirst in the heat. I gave her some water and thenbam [Beast Tamer]. I was looking for a Pokeball at the shops, you know? Go on, give her a scratch. Prickly, this is a friend. Friend.

Flynn laughed. He carefully smoothed Prickys fur one way, telling Trey to carefully touch her. Trey did soand he found the fur was soft. It moved around his fingers.

Her hairs like a porcupine, only a lot more complex. If shes mad or doesnt like youthey turn into spines. She just has to rub you wrong and youre in trouble. They can get sharp; she brought down this Bicorn by jumping on its back and just shredding the poor bugger. With me and anyone else though, theres no reason to worry.

Pricky was the one on the opposite bunk. That was out of necessity; even as her master, Flynn couldnt sleep with her without the danger of her accidentally triggering her needle-hairs in her sleep.

I hope this Academy of Mages has enough room for her to run about. I hear its just one island. But I couldnt leave her behind. Id have gone mad without her looking after me, monsters aside.

Flynn rubbed her ears affectionately. The dog rolled over, making a frrrfhh sound in the back of her throat.

So you just heard about Wistram?

The [Beast Tamer] nodded. He seemed excited by the prospect of going there.

Its a relief theres somewhere we can go. AndIm hoping to find some friends there. Or news of what the hell happened on Earth. Where did you come from?

England. I was justwalking down the street with mymyself. And then I was here.

Flynn glanced up.

Huh. Did you hear about other people going missing? Was there anysign?

No. Not at all. I justappeared suddenly. What about you?

The smile went away from Flynns face. He sat on the bunk, folding his hands between his legs as Prickly went back under the bunk. There was food, refreshments, anything the two young men wanted thanks to the Wistram [Mages]. Trey was certain theyd be four to a room and less well-attended if they hadnt been from Earth.

I didnt know what the hell was happening. But yeah. There was a sign. Seethe thing is, Im not sure if theyre here. Oralive. But I was with my friends when it happened. A small group. I saw em go. I was going to take a piss and Id just come back when I saw someone vanish.

Trey blinked. He hadnt met anyone else from Earth.

Vanish?

Yup. Just there one second. Gone the next. Youve not seen anyone else. Buthis names Dalyhe was just gone. No sound, nothing else.

What happened next?

Trey leaned forwards, urgently. Flynn shook his head.

I started shouting and asking if anyone else had seen. No one else had even noticed. They just thought Daly had gone off somewhere. I was trying to explain when I saw two more go. Then people began shouting. I ran about, trying to find them. I was just going for security when

He raised his hands and lowered them.

In the middle of an airport. Fucking hell, man. There must have been cameras! But no one came after me. And Im not sureyou arrived in Hellios? How far north is that?

A long ways.

Flynn nodded absently.

That means they could be anywhere. Orthey ran into something nasty. I saw some real monsters out there. The [Mages] dont know. But if theres a chanceand I can get help, Im going to find it at this Wistram place. Hopefully.

He looked up at Trey, serious now. The young man slowly nodded.

Flynn was odd to Trey. Older, but younger at the same time. He had been an adventurer, treated this world like it was part-game. Trey had seen a war. And fortunately or nothed arrived in the King of Destructions throne room.

Even their motivations for going were different. But they were going together. Trey sat in the cabin, as Flynn asked him questions about magic, his experiences. The young man practiced lying on his first person who wasnt Mirin or Palke.  And he felt himself leaving Chandrar and everyone he knew and cared about far behind. Heading across the sea.

With a purpose, though. A great one. Trey closed his eyes.

Wistram Academy awaited.

-

Trey Atwood, Teresa Atwood, Nawalishifra, Fetohep of Khelt. One left Chandrar, and the others in their way lived and shaped it, however small. Yet their fates were tied to one man, one kingdom.

The next day, Teresa Atwood rode north at all speed. It would take her several days to return to the front. But that was fine.

The war was paused. Jecrass and Reim had halted the conflict that had raged across Jecrass and Belchans borders until Raelt had pulled his armies back, ceding the south and west of his lands to Reims advance. More than thatafter his second attempt to bring the King of Destruction down, he had sent a [Messenger] under the flag of peace.

He had asked the King of Destruction his terms for Jecrass surrender.

That was the kind of news that made Nerrhavias Fallen, Medain, and every other nation opposed to the King of Destruction extremely nervous. Undesirable news, to say the least. However, it wasnt being reported loudly from Wistram News Network. A glorious battle against the odds was good television. The peace negotiationsno.

That was how the Academy felt, at least, and they controlled the broadcasts. So attention across the world was turned to the incident in Baleros, football, and so on. That didnt stop reality from occurring, of course. It just changed public perception.

Suing for peace. Jecrass was on the back foot and everyone knew it. The instant Raelt had begun the negotiations, the auxiliaries and irregular forces including the mercenaries from other nations had all but disappeared. Some remained in the cities, but they refused to fight.

Reim could have advanced and pressed the negotiations as they laid siege to the capital. But they didnt. Fortuitouslya rainstorm had battered the north, coming off the coast of Medain. And the unexpected days of downpour upon Jecrass flatlands had stopped Reims army in their tracks.

Rain!

Flos of Reim laughed as he looked up at the sky. It was bewildering for Jecrass forces, but Reims army, from the far drier nation, had stopped just to admire the weather. They had helmets collecting rainwater, or were just watching the rainbows created as droplets fell from the skies.

Rain was something to be marveled at, not fought under. It was a difference of cultures, even between two close Chandrarian nations. Indeed, Flos was frankly envious of Jecrass, which had grass to graze on and feed the horses and cattle it was so known for.

I forget, sometimes, how much water these coastal nations get. Medain is rich with water; King Perric has never faced a drought.

He took a sip of water, letting some of it run through his hair. He shook himself as Teres shielded her face. Four days later, and Reim was still enjoying the water.

You should come to England. Ive had enough of rain. It gets dreary.

Would that I could get tired of it! Ah, well, if I conquer Baleros or Izril, Im sure it will lose its appeal.

The King of Destruction sighed. He motioned Teres over.

I see your time with Fetohep has done you well. Is that new clothing I see?

Yes. He gave it to me as a gift.

Nothing less than the finest clothing in Teres wardrobes. In fact, shockwool cotton had gone into her dress. Far from creating more static, it ensured shed never shock herself accidentally. And it was very comfortable.

Flos just nodded. He pursed his lips and frowned, dragging each word out.

Fetohep is generous. There. I said it. Thatdelightfully stubborn pile of bones has his good qualities. Im glad he released you to me in time though, Teres. I want you to be here when we take Jecrass.

So its a done deal?

Teres was surprised. She hadnt gotten much news on the road from Flos escort. He ran a finger down the map in his tent. Mars, Death Commander Ytol, everyone was there, if not in the tent. Zamea for instance was sitting in the rain, grumpy because there was no covering fit for her. Parasol Stroll was endeavoring to cast a mass-shield spell over the half-Giants heads.

If Raelt wants to pursue the war, Ill happily march on the capital and destroy it. But it seems his backers have disappeared. And our strength is concentrated here. He did very well keeping us from advancing, but if it comes to itI will take Orthenon, Mars, Zamea, and the bulk of our army and smash his capital. Then we can do the dreary fighting across Jecrass. Id prefer to avoid that. And I thinkso would Raelt.

Teres nodded. She had a vague grasp of the strategy involved now, and even if she didntshed seen what happened when all of the King of Destructions commanders joined him in the same battle.

So what do we do while we wait?

Relax? Play this football game? I keep kicking the ball too damn hard. Im more interested in this baseball. From Earth. But the [Tailors] have yet to create a uniform that suits me.

The King of Destruction clicked his fingers impatiently. Off the battlefield, he was prone to his flights of fancy once more.

We stopped for the warm rain and to give the army a break. Relax, Teresa. Orthenon is conducting the negotiations. If youd likewe can plot which nation is most likely to declare war next. Im hoping Medain will. Then we can swing north, take Medain, and deal with the Claiven Earth before Nerrhavia moves.

He cheerfully tapped the two sprawling nations on the map. Teres raised her brows.

Just like that? From Jecrass to Medain?

Jecrass was a surprise, Teres! Medain wont be that hard if we play it right.

Mars laughed. She was good-naturedly sitting and checking her weapons. Today, she had a flashy mohawk; a new illusion based on Earths styles. Colored bright purple, though.

She was a contrast to Death Commander Ytol. One-armed, and one-legged, his punishment for desertion, the man bowed to Teres as if she were of Mars rank.

Medain is a powerful coastal nation ruled by High King Perric. But his army is reliant on adventurers, many of them Gold-rank.

The Kingdom of Adventurers. You know, Id love to explore some of their magical dungeons. A shame theyre almost completely explored. The monsters respawn, but the treasures do not.

Flos sighed, his eyes twinkling. Teres raised her brows.

Didnt you say that the Gold-ranks are really strong, your Majesty? Youre only as strong as a Gold-rank adventurer without gear. And a High King sounds better than a[King].

Half of the vassals in the room coughed or looked scandalized. Mars and Flos just laughed. The King of Destruction ran a hand through his wet hair.

True! But adventurers are limited in number. Kill twenty and two hundred run for their lives. If it comes to a fightand I think I can insult Perric enough that he declares war on uswell just kill a few teams and the rest wont stick around. More to the pointMedains army isnt half as mobile as Jecrass. Itll be one big battle where we kill the High King. Hes strong, and he was a good adventurer. But hes aboutRaelts level of [King].

Really? But

Ulyse of Parasol Stroll coughed into one hand.

Lady Teres, High King is a name given to King Perric because he rules over a defacto, smaller kingdom. One of his coastal holdings. It is a more powerful classbut not by that much.

Indeed. Before this battle, Id have put Perric far above Raelt in levels and strength. Now? Raelt might be the better fighter of the two, and Jecrass people have fought like Manticores, each and every one!

Flos eyes glittered. He looked out of his war room tent and shook his head.

Medain isnt a nation I fear. The half-Elves of the Claiven Earth? Id rather settle with them than have to take their forests. Without the Mad Ones or Amerys or the Order of GlassId hate to fight in the trees without a way to rob them of their cover. Have you ever seen half-Elves melded into trees loosing arrows at you in the middle of a fog from all sides? Disgusting. We might have to see if your world has any useful tricks to fight that kind of foe.

He shuddered. The others nodded and Teres sighed, nodding. She looked outside at the rain.

It is beautiful. Why were you so surprised by the rainfall?

Flos just shrugged.

I dont know Jecrass well. I knew it had a good number of rivers, but I didnt think it got storms like these.

That surprised Teres.

But its only two nations over! Surely youd visited?

He shook his head.

As a boy, perhaps. But I started my war of conquest early. Jecrass became a vassal-state of Reim without resistance early into my campaign. Its warhorses fed my armiesa fine boon. But I didnt stay here at all. I could tell you more about the west, or south where I had difficulty and spent years on campaign. It is a beautiful land. I wish Raelt and I had not come to blows. But we have. And now we shall be done with it. One way or another.

He leaned on the table, then. And his brow darkened. Teres caught her breath, because she remembered.

Thenegotiations. Are you still asking for the same thing? Belchans?

Flos looked. He met her gaze coolly. And he shook his head a fraction.

The Prime Minster? Those who slew the Gnolls who came for my protection? Teresa Atwood. We have gone to war over our differences, Raelt and I. Those are the first of my demands. Now I ask for far more. I will have itor I will march on his capital. But do not think of it today. Come. Let us sit in the rain.

-

Surrender was different from peace. And the terms of defeatRaelt had fought wars against Medain, other nations before. He knew how to sue for peace, negotiate.

But he had neversurrendered. And he found it simpler and harder before. Because he had little to negotiate on.

Prime Minster Lyfelts head. All those in his government responsible for the safety and conduct of the King of Destructions refugees? Thats too open-ended. How am I even supposed to decide who that is?

That is his Majestys will. If you would like me to, I will name each position.

And they die.

Orthenon, the Kings Steward, nodded. Just a slight tilt of the head. He did not blink, or give any sign that it bothered him. Raelt sat there, thinking.

It was just him and Orthenon in one of the small guest rooms in Raelts palace. It wastoo small, too quaint to hold Orthenon, the Left Hand of the King of Destruction.

But that was how it worked. Raelt had sued for peace, and Orthenon had come himself as the Kings emissary. If he feared treachery or poisonwell, Raelt was the one who had more to worry about.

That was the first way surrender looked different from a peace treaty. Orthenon had refused lesser negotiators. He wanted to speak to Raelt alone. Alsothis wasnt as much a discussion as a one-sided offer.

This is not negotiable, King Raelt.

The man knew that. But his crown felt so heavy. He had gone to war for this. Because it was wrong.

But nowit was his entire kingdom or the same. Raelt had seen the writing on the wall as Warden Winta died. He could fightand send his people to the slaughter. Or sue for peace.

We are running out of time, your Majesty. The contract has been waiting the last four days.

I know.

Raelt murmured. They had worked on this for four days while the rains began. He would not get a fifth. Raelt knew that perfectly well because he had called for the rains. Not with a Skillhe hadnt been fortunate enough to get them. But hed requested a favor and Queen Yisame had granted it.

To buy time. To negotiate. He could still back out. Raelt read down the agreement. Thepersonal demands were at the bottom. The rest was simpler, and he and Orthenon had dickered on the points, but the Steward had mainly only consulted Raelt.

It had been refreshingly simple. Jecrass would cede nearly a quarter of its lands, mainly the borders, to Reim. It would become, in effect, a vassal kingdom, bound by the magical contract to pay tribute. It would not be allowed to declare war, a portion of its resources, soldiers, sent to Reim for a duration of fifteen years, pending renegotiation

It was really, a very neat contract. Raelt was surprised at the generosity of some of it. For instancehe got to live if he agreed to the peace. Jecaina wouldnt be held for ransom.

King Reimarch trusts me a great deal to let me live.

Orthenons eyes flickered.

His Majesty respects valor in combat. The magic will bind you, King Raelt. The exchange of hostages?

Hostages. They were dead. Lyfelt, his officialsRaelt looked up. This was where the negotiations got hard. Because he had no cards to play. Nothing to threaten Flos with and both men knew it. However

Not his family. Or the families of the officials.

Excuse me?

The Stewards face was cold. Raelt inhaled slowly. He pressed two fingers together.

Not. Their families. Theyre surely innocent of his Majestys wrath.

This is not a negotiation. His Majesty

Raelt actually raised his voice to the living legend sitting across from him.

I am aware of his Majestys fury. However. I would remind King Reimarch that he did not demand their families at Belchan. Nor could Lyfelts family conceivably be held to blame; how could they have known?

That was a new addition to the terms. Orthenon frowned.

His Majesty did not consider slaying each family member outright. But they will foment rebellion against him.

Im aware, Steward Orthenon. But they will be twice as likely to attack Reim in captivity, even if they are not slain. For thethe appearance of it. Let me take charge of them. I will prevent them from seeking retribution.

The Steward frowned darkly. He stood up, and walked to the windows, regarding the rain. Four Scrolls of Weatherchange had done that. A small fortune, to awe Reims armies.

The contract will need to be amended. The section under Obligations of the Crown.

Raelt nodded and took a breath. And he remembered as he haggled with Orthenon over the terms that Lyfelt died. His officials died, the instant Raelt signed.

It was a bloody peace worthy of the King of Destruction. But what choice did he have?

As Orthenon left that evening to collect his rulers will, he turned to Raelt.

The contract will be signed by dawn tomorrow, your Majesty. Or King Reimarch will break off the peace negotiations. I will return before midnight at the latest with the final draft.

I understand.

Raelt met the mans eyes. Then he let Orthenon leave. The trembling servants stepped aside as the Steward left the palace and rode like an arrow towards the King of Destructions camp, just visible in the distance.

Then Raelt went to consult his other option.

If I refuse the contract, it will be war unrelenting. He is within range of my capital. Within a day, it will be a siegeand since my walls are not exactly those of the Blighted Kingdom or a Walled City of Izril, it will be fighting in the streets by noon at the latest! And still, you wont guarantee a declaration of war?

Raelt looked at the three figures in the mirror that could convince him to continue the fight. One was a half-Elf, the Speaker of the Trees for Claiven Earth, someone Raelt didnt know. It didnt matterthe position wasnt permanent among them.

The other two were rulers. One was High King Perric of Medain, haughty as he sat in his throne. The second? Queen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen, the major power to the south of Reim, surrounded by a war council.

Each one ruled a nation more powerful than Jecrass. Each one had an army of note. Nerrhavias Fallen was of course a major power of Chandrar, vast and influential, ruled by String People.

The Claiven Earth by contrast was small, reclusivebut incredibly dangerous. The half-Elves had settled their nation long ago, coming from Terandria, even growing a forest along the coast. Even the King of Destruction had chosen to make peace rather than fight them to the last during his first rise to power.

And the lastMedain. Raelt knew the ruler, High King Perric, and the country very well. Medain was an aggressive coastal nation. The Kingdom of Adventurers, who possessed a strong army supplemented by active and retired adventurers. It was he who led the discussions.

Jecrass cannot make peace, of course. Reims ambitions must not be tolerated.

He said it as if he were giving orders to Raelt. The ruler of Jecrass said nothing. High King Perric drummed his fingers on the armrest of his throne.

You have petitioned our nations for reinforcements, King Leysars.

Not petitioned, your Majesty Perric. Demanded.

The mans eyes narrowed. He and Raelt glared at each other. Not once had Raelt used the High King title; he refused to give the larger man even that small satisfaction.

High King Perric had tried to invade both Jecrass and Belchan in years past. More than thatRaelt just detested the man, who had been a Gold-rank Captain before taking the throne. He had an ego to match Flos Reimarch.

But he might save Jecrass. Deliberately, Raelt looked past him towards Queen Yisame and the Speaker of Trees.

And not from one nation either. If I am to refuse the peace treaty, I must have reinforcements from all three nations at once. Nothing short of that will stop the King of Destruction. As I have said, your Majesty.

He nodded at Yisame. She stirred, looking guilty, but one of her members of the war council spoke.

He was perhaps an [Earl], or some equivalent rank in Nerrhavias fallen. But he looked down his nose at Raelt as he spoke for the [Queen].

Her Majesty has provided her assurances that reinforcements shall arrive, King Raelt of Jecrass.

Assurances I have received before.

Nerrhavia has sent countless chariots

Not an army.

Raelt ignored the man. He looked past the String People at the half-Elf standing alone. The Speaker of Trees inclined his head.

Our archers failed to meet your expectations, King Leysars?

They performed to the best of their abilities, Speaker of the Trees. Butit was not what was needed. To fight the King of Destruction, I need three armies. So yes! It is not enough! I need an army. And if I am to turn down the King of Destruction in this hour of peacethere will be no second agreement. All three nations must sign a pact of war. A contract, to come to Jecrass defense!

The other rulers stirred. Raelt clenched his fists. He had gone back and forth with them on this point and none of them wanted this last bit.

They were happy to talk. They had been talking since hed announced he was suing for peace. None of the nations wanted that. But a formal contract, sealed by magic? Theyd have to fight with him in an actual war.

There was still a chance. High King Perric shifted in his throne.

I see no reason to object. Medain has abstained from the hostilities so far because the conflict did not threaten our borders. But I would be willing to march on Reim and curtain the King of Destruction if I had a sufficient reason.

There he went again. He never said no, because that was cowardly. But he always demanded the other two nations agree. SoRaelt turned to the Speaker of Trees.

The King of Destruction is not that easy a foe. The Claiven Earth do not prefer to die on foreign soil. Howeverhis conquest of Belchan and Jecrass would give him too much power. It depends on whether unity can be reached.

The Speaker of the Trees glanced sideways. And it rested on Nerrhavia.

Nerrhavia, was the problem. The war council was murmuring, one speaking to the [Queen]. Yisame had said not a word. She raised a hand and one of the other Stitch Folk spoke up.

King Leysars, her majesty of course agrees Reim must be stopped. And Nerrhavias Fallen is prepared to act in concord with other nations.

Raelt waited. But that was all. He narrowed his eyes.

Medain has already given its assurances. King Leysars, it falls to you to rebuff the King of Destruction. Since we are all in agreement

Perric scowled at the scrying mirror. They were dancing again.

I want a contract of war. Spelling out your determination in ink and magic, King Perric.

The King of Medains eyes flashed. He leaned over his throne and snapped.

For a nation so pressed, you are in little position to make demands, Raelt

Enough. Enough of it. Medain, Perric, was not the problem.

Raelt spun. He pointed directly at Queen Yisame, addressing her and to hell with the niceties of it all.

Queen Yisame of Nerrhavias Fallen! I have yet to hear you speak. Let alone receive even your assurances that if I go to war against a foe I cannot defeat, Nerrhavia will come to my aid!

King Leysars. Her Majesty

Raelt looked at the Stitch-Man.

Be silent. I am addressing Queen Yisame.

He looked at the woman. She blinked uneasily as Raelt turned towards her.

Your Majesty, Are we [King] and [Queen], or ruler and vassal? Because I am unaccustomed to speaking to those lesser than me as if they were equals.

He heard a squawk from the Stitch-Man, the [Earl]-[General] or whatever his rank was. Yisame actually jumped in her seat. She blinked at himand then she rose to her feet.

Your Majesty of Jecrass. We give you our solemn word that Jecrass shall not stand alone. Surely that is enough?

She implied that a formal contract was rudeness, with the hint of incredulity in her voice, the way she looked at him. So well he almost believed it. But he had known Lyfelt and while the [Prime Minister] had not been a woman, hed played the same game.

Your word, your Majesty?

Raelt laughed, and he heard the note of hysteria in it. He shook his head.

I took you at your word when I began my war against Reim. You sent me charioteers who refused to obey orders, gold, [Mercenaries]all of which I thank you forbut you sent me no armies. Nothing capable of pushing back the King of Destruction. Nowyou say to me that Nerrhavias armies will be there, on the field.

He pointed out his window, at the distant speck of Reims armies.

Where were you yesterday, Queen Yisame? Where was Nerrhavia in the days before that? When I struck the King of Destructions heart, and his armies stopped, the battle might have been won if Nerrhavias armies stood with us. Your word, Queen Yisame, is not enough.

He stood then, weary, and looked at his audience.

Either I have an assurance that Jecrass not fall alone, or I will accept Flos of Reims bloody treaty, though I will condemn a foolish man, a shortsighted man, but still a halfway decent man to death, and all those who served under him.

They stared at him. King Perrics eyes burning with annoyance, Yisames shocked, the Speaker of the Trees considering, weighing. Each one turned to regard the other.

A moment, Raelt of Jecrass. We must confer.

Yisame broke the silence. The mirrors flickered out. Raelt sagged.

This was it. It felt like only a second passedthough it might have been minutesbefore his numb mind was awakened. There stood Yisame, Perric, and the Speaker of Trees, united. He looked at their faces for what he thought was a simple answer.

And they surprised him. Yisame smiled down at the [King of Challenges] and she gave the most miniscule of bows.

King Leysars of Jecrass. You will have your treaty.

He blinked, stunned. But then High King Perric was announcing he was having the treaty drawn up and the Speaker of Trees was nodding. It was done.

-

Now he had two options. Raelt excused himself as the other three rulers began spelling out the exact terms of the war. It was rudebut he was beyond rudeness.

Two paths lay in front of him. One was peace, the death of his friend and innocent people and vassalization.

The second was a war, with three nations at his back. A more unclear future. Raelt studied the rough of the contract.

Did Jecrass have the strength for it? Certainlyit would be a long and bitter war, even if won. He would have to abandon the capital; the King of Destruction would hit them within hours of his peace treaty being refused.

But it could be done. Raelt walked through his familiar palace. All the corridors which had been so small and pressing and familiar when his only worry was fighting Medain or Hellios, and dealing with his treacherous River Wardens.

It was treachery that weighed on the mind. Raelt didnt trust Perric, and he wasnt sure Yisame could be fully trusted either.

But a contract. They have to obey.

Raelt murmured. Three nations fighting Reim

The palace was quiet, to Raelt. Like when he had challenged the King of Destructionit wasnt that no one was speaking or moving. Rather, it was full of commotion. People receiving the contract, issuing orders regarding the army stationed in the capital, servants hurrying to and fro

People afraid, seeing the King of Destruction poised to attack. But Raelt walked in silence. Only one thing mattered.

majesty. Your Majesty.

A voice interrupted him. Raelt turned and saw Geril. His old, trusted retainer was tentatively plucking at his sleeve.

Raelt realized he was walking down the Sunset Retreat Corridor, absently tracing the path he used to take to throw oranges at people. And Geril had found him. He must have been speaking for a while and Raelt hadnt heard.

Geril? What is it?

The [King] turned blankly. The old man hesitated. The stress of war had worn Raelt. People no longer approached him as easily and they lookednervous when they looked at him. Or awed, like Jecaina and some of the River Wardens.

The [King] finally looks like a King. Raelt found it a bitter irony. Geril ducked his head.

Your Majesty, an incident in the capital. A small skirmish between our people and some of Nerrhavias Fallens warriors.

Normally, it would have been a diplomatic incident and a headache for Raelt. But the war had stripped away those kinds of duties. Today, he just gave Geril a blank, even peeved look.

Over what? Why are you coming to me about it? Have one of the River Wardens arrest or discipline whoever it is.

The retainer hesitated.

Sire. The instigator was, ah

He turned and Raelt saw a sullen young woman being escorted by some of Jecrass [Trick Riders] towards him.

Ah. You couldnt discipline someone above your rank.

Princess Jecaina of Jecrass had a scrape on her cheek and a banged knuckle. Raelt listened, with that pained feeling of a father as Geril explained.

Six [Master Charioteers] were drinking, sire, and Princess Jecaina objected to their remarks. Shechallenged them to a duel. Then, when they refused, started a brawl with several of her friends. [Soldiers] nearby joined in, as did more of Nerrhavias soldiers

How many wounded?

In need of healing potions? Onlysix.

Six? Jecaina flushed. She burst out.

They were insulting you, father! And the crown!

Raelt looked at his daughter.

Insulting me?

Geril flushed. So did Jecaina. She looked away from Raelt.

They saidthey said no real king would have given up the battlefield. As if you hadnt been fighting the King of Destruction for nearly a month! And they called you a coward!

I gave up the borders. Theyre Nerrhavias people. Free to say what they want. Isntisnt [Master Chariot] a noble title, Geril?

Those awarded the class usually are of the lowest noble rank in Nerrhavia, sire. Its an extremely negligible title as Nerrhavia counts them

Wonderful.

Raelts head hurt. He looked at Jecaina.

Youll make an apology to Nerrhavias [General], Jecaina. Geril, find whoever that is. Anyone hurt? Heal them up and keep them separate.

Father!

Jecaina pursued Raelt as Geril bowed. The King of Jecrass let his daughter follow him. That roaring was back in his earsbut he heard her.

Jecaina Leysars. Why did you start a fight with our allies?

She gulped as he looked at her.

Butbut they insulted you. The honor of Jecrass, father

The [King of Challenges] gave her such a blank stare that Jecaina trailed off.

Have you been hanging around the River Wardens children again?

Only a bit. WithIm not allowed to fight. So why not?

Because youd die.

Raelt muttered. He saw Jecaina turn red. She stared furiously at him. Again, Raelt gave her a long look and Jecaina hesitated.

This wasnt how their father-daughter talks normally went. Normally it was Jecaina who had no time to talk to Raelt. This time

Nerrhavias chariots are part of our armyfor now, Jecaina. If they decide to ride off because you insulted them

They insulted us first! And what good have they done? Its only a fraction of the army Nerrhavia could have sent! You said that y

Jecaina!

Raelt grabbed his daughters shoulders. She stared at him wide-eyed. Raelt gave her a tiny shake. He released her, and took a breath. He tried to think, to explain.

I understand. I understand youre angry. I dont appreciate being called a coward. Even to my back. But you cannot challenge random [Master Charioteers] to a duel and cause a brawl! You are a [Princess].

But our honor

Raelt tasted the word on his tongue.

Honor. Jecaina, if honor could be besmirched by words, no one would have any left. I know youre trying to defend me. But Jecrass doesnt need aa [Warrior Princess]. It needs you to be a calming influence. Someone to look up to. I thoughtyou did well when I was gone.

His daughter looked up at him.

I did?

I heard from Geril. Youyou went to wounded [Soldiers] and helped raise spirits. I was proud of that. This? You dont need to defend me, Jecaina. Theres nothing Nerrhavias soldiers can do to me that exceeds what Reims might.

Her head lowered. Raelt looked at his daughter and felt wretched. Here he was, giving her a lecture on failure. He looked around.

I know I havent had much time to speak. My every waking moments consumed with these negotiations. The Steward, the other rulers

He had a thought and forced a smile.

Orthenon, the Kings Steward in the palace. At least you got to see him, eh?

Jecaina had dreamed of meeting the King of Destruction, of pledging her sword to him. Raelt saw her look up. But none of that old enthusiasm was there.

I did. I wish he hadnt come.

Raelts forced smile fell away. He stood there, tiredly.

Me too, Jecaina.

What was he to say? Raelt wished hed actually taken a wife, been married. Jecaina, his adopted daughterhe felt like hed failed her. Especially now. What kind of a kingdom was he going to leave her?

Raelt cast about. And because he didnt know what to sayhe felt for his side.

Are you free? Lets go to the practice courts.

She blinked at him. Jecaina wore her own dueling sword, a copy of the one Raelt carried. Shedstopped wearing the silver bell, Raelt realized. Hed been used to hearing it chiming wherever she went.

Now? Do you have time?

Raelt did not. He had to decide whether the King of Destruction was to be accepted, or the contract of war. He hadnt really expected the others to agree. But they had.

Of course. Just for a bout or two.

They walked down the hallways of the palace, father and daughter. Like thisthey could pretend it was peace. Raelt nodded to servants who bowed to him, staring as if they hadnt served him all his life.

King of Duels. The man whod fought the King of Destruction twice. Stabbed him through the heart.

Jecaina had the same look in her eyes when she stepped onto the empty practice courts. Raelt drew his sword.

Do you have the deflection bracers on?

It was a magical artifact [Fencers] and [Duelists] used. It could deflect a few strikes. It didnt really work in combat; if anything touched you, it depleted the magic. But the ones Jecaina wore could deflect two to five strikes with the practice rapiers.

Yes.

Raelt put his own on. He took a position across from Jecaina. The rapier felt light in his hand as he drew the parrying dagger he used. He didnt care about the audience of servants, soldiers, and so on.

This was his life. This was what he was good at. Every day he practiced lunges, or thought of swordplay while sitting on his throne. Andwhat a waste. It hadnt protected Jecrass. Hadnt slain the King of Destruction. He had given all he had to his daughter.

And it was just this. She walked across from him, her body balanced, moving on the balls of her feet, watching his posture, the way he held her sword. This was all

He stepped in. Normally Jecaina would first, but she was hesitant.

[King of Challenges]. She deflected his first thrust wildly, as if expecting him to have the strength of a Minotaur. Raelt slid forwards as Jecaina tried to bring her wide blade back. He caught her slash with his parrying dagger, slashed once.

Point.

A cut across her chest. The audience sighed. Raelt looked at Jecaina as she took a few breaths.

Breathe. Youre off today.

Youbut youre so much better.

She made him smile. Her father looked down at Jecaina and shook his head.

Youve never said that before!

But you dueled the King of Dest

Jecaina made a startled sound and leapt back as Raelt slashed at her face. She backed up and her body took over as Raelt slashed furiously.

One, two, three, fourRaelt felt every heavy swing deflected and then Jecaina lanced at his chest. He knocked the blade down, stepped back.

Jecaina. Its me. I might have leveledbut youve dueled me since you were a girl. Nothings changed. See?

He stepped forwards, this time Jecaina stopped overthinking her blade. The two danced backwards, first Raelt on the attack, then falling back as Jecaina began using her flurry-Skills.

It was familiar. Raelt was concentrating hard and not at all. He was aware, for instance, of the audience growing excited. Both he and Jecaina practiced an aggressive style. There was little waiting; the two knew each other so they didnt test each other but went into bursts of attack and defense.

Point!

Raelt felt a cut across his upper arm as his guard lowered. People cheered; Jecaina lowered her blade.

You let me have that.

I was careless.

But you have a golden

Raelt looked up. So that was why she felt off. He shook his head.

Its just a metal, Jecaina. You knew I was good. And bellsmore than a few [Fencers] with the golden bell have lost to a bladesman with silver, or nothing at all. In a battle, you cant ever tell.

Thenam I good at fighting?

The King of Jecrass looked at the [Duelist Princess].

Of course you are.

But you wont let me fight.

Yesbecause its too dangerous.

But

Jecaina. If you had a gold bell, I wouldnt want you to fight. You dont need to. Youre Jecrass [Princess]. You dont need to be me.

I want to. I want to fight. I dont want to be herebeing useless!

She slashed viciously, through the air. Raelt realized hed done her a disservice. He shook his head.

Jecaina. Youre not weak. But war isnt fencing. Its not a tidy duel. Its too easy to die. Thats why I have a bodyguard. More than thatif you were captured

She deflated.

I know. Its justeveryone else is fighting.

Lets have another bout. I have time.

He glanced at the sky. The sun was setting. Yisame was no doubt waiting for him, and Perric and the Speaker of Trees.

Well, to Rhirs hell with them. This was more important. The two went three more rounds. Raelt scored three more points; he didnt hold back. It was what Jecaina wanted; she looked satisfied, even though shed lost each clash. The last one had been close.

Soif I had gone to Terandria, do you think Id have done well?

Raelt was sipping from some water. He blinked at his sweaty daughter. The courtyard was protected from some of the rain, but it kept blowing in and making the ground slippery.

Terandria? Youd do terribly there, Jecaina.

What? But you said

He grinned and stepped. A fencers lunge. Jecaina yelped as he struck her stomach. Hed nearly speared her through the gut.

Bracers dead. Grab a new one.

She stomped off as Raelt took another sip of water. When she came back, Raelt shook his head.

Terandrian [Fencers] and [Duelists]have a different style, Jecaina. Point-based. Its similar to how we fight, but they use lighter swords. Much lighter, for thesport of it. Its not meant for combat. Youd lose in points due to the style of it. I taught you to win a fight, not a competition.

Oh. But why learn a sport?

That was what Raelt had thought. He shrugged.

Its more for the nobility. No risk of injury. Fencingfencing isnt a good style for mass battles. We require space, where most [Soldiers] fight in close formations, with armor, shieldsthats why people call [Fencers] snobbish, or outdated to actual combat. A noblemans Skill.

It worked pretty well against the King of Destruction.

He smiled.

True. Nowif you want to win either sport or a fight, you need better footwork.

Its good enough!

Its predictable. You always circle left. See? Now show me some unpredictability

-

It cost him an hour. But it was worth the price of it to see Jecaina smile, to feel light and free. Raelt wiped at the sweat and rainwater on his brow.

Thanks, father.

Well have more chances to practice soon. Stay out of trouble until then, or Ill take away your foil.

He lied to her. He wasnt sure. But it was worth it to see her smile. Raelt watched her walk off to get clean. He probably didnt have time to. Well, it wasnt like the others could smell him through the scrying mirror.

Time to decide. Raeltclosed his eyes. War or peace?

Geril. Where isLyfelt?

The [Prime Minister] and his family were a guest of Raelts. A guestbut Lyfelt was under guard. He could neither run nor be harmed. Raelt had intended it to protect his friend from the wrath of his people. But nowit felt like he was holding Lyfelt to die.

In his quarters, your Majesty.

I should talk to him.

It was a bad idea. Raelt felt hed be swayed to continue the war. But he was compelled to.

Anddamn it. He had been right. This entire wars start felt like ages ago, but he had been right! Flos Reimarch had been prepared to execute innocent people! Over an atrocity, yes. The death of those poor Gnolls. But he had still been wrong.

Yet, that felt like an old reason. They were past it. Now it was war. Raelt sighed.

Take me to

Your Majesty! A visitor has come to the palace!

Raelt turned. A [Servant] was hurrying towards him. Geril intercepted him.

Who? The Kings Steward?

Had he gotten word about the secret pact? Raelts heart began to race. But the visitors name astounded both him and Geril.

No, sire. Itsthe Quarass of Germina.

-

The Quarass of Germina walked through the palaces gates, unmolested by the guards or anyone else. She left her escort behind and walked forwards. She had given her word she had come in peace, and Raelt had allowed her entrance.

After allthe Quarass had sworn it by Ger. And as she walked through the palace of Jecrass, she received a far different welcome than she might have gotten in Reim. If Trey Atwood had been therehe would have understood at once.

It was the distance of friendship, and history. The King of Destruction respected little of tradition. It was why he clashed with Fetohep, and treated the Quarass as a wary ally. Reim had dealt with Germina from a remove for most of his reign, an uneasy subordinate given the last Quarass personality.

But Jecrass had long been neighbors to the Shield Kingdom of Germina. So as the Quarass walked through the palace, she was besieged.

By [Servants], folk, old and young. They came to her, begging, offering praise, looking for

Great Quarassmy son walks with a limp, and hes but six years. His leg was twisted in birth. Is there any way to fix?

Quarass, the brewing of the draught to stop bleedingmy mother knew it, but the recipe was lost in a fire. Is it?

Should we be growing yellats again this year or another crop? Weve had smaller harvests each year for the last four, but

The girl walked among them, dressed in fine clothing, but so young. Until you looked at her eyes and saw the old being looking back.

It could terrify or disturb. But that force was a kindly one, here. She spoke to an old, perplexed [Nursemaid], repeating the list of ingredients for the birthing tonic. She turned to the [Farmer].

You have taken too much from the fields. Plant beans, or a leafy product instead of yellats for at least two years. As for you, your sons leg can be corrected, but it requires a [Healer] experienced in realigning flesh. Try

That was how Raelt found her. Dispensing Germinas greatest treasure, her wisdom, to his people.

Quarass of Germina. I greet you in the name of Jecrass. I regret that I did not have time to prepare a proper reception. We are at war. May I ask why you have come?

The [King] sketched a wary bow. The Quarass inclined her head to him.

King Leysars, I come in peace. Not at the command of the King of Destruction. IndeedI only seek to rest here an hour or two at most before continuing my journey.

Where to, Quarass?

Northwards. I have no stake in this war. But curiosity and the bond between Jecrass and Germina compelled me to seek you out. Will you offer me the shade of your roofs?

Raelt flushed and nodded.

The shade of Jecrass and its rivers bid you welcome, Quarass. Geril, make her escort welcome. I will receive the Quarasson the balcony.

The girl gave him a small nod. Geril nodded and hurried off. The King of Jecrass bowed and gestured. The two walked together. It was the first time Raelt had met this Quarass. But she was always her. Just different.

The balcony was a small place, fit for receiving other dignitaries. The wind could be chilling, but the rain was kept out by a small enchantment and it was pleasant.

Rain fell across Jecrass as the two sat there. It was a bit cold, so Raelt called for a coat of fur; the Quarass was dressed for a ride.

Your presence, Quarass, is welcome. As always. I ahoffer my condolences for your death. And congratulate you on your rebirth.

She flicked her fingers delicately. The girl was so young. But the Quarass spoke as she had when she was an older woman.

My death was fortuitous, but thank you, King Leysars. You have my sympathies for this war. Will your daughter be joining us?

Raelt hesitated. Jecaina would want to ask a large number of questions neither he nor the Quarass had time for.

Nobut if youd permit it, Geril would be a welcome accompaniment. And I offer you refreshments, of course. Will you take a meal? Or simply a drink?

It was an infraction for another ruler to have a servant present as company, but not with the Quarass. She smiled.

Geril? Yes, it would be welcome to speak with him a third time. And I would be gratified to eat.

What will you have?

She pondered for a moment as a third chair was brought in. And there Geril came. He bowed and she smiled up at him.

Geril. You have aged well. As boy, then man, now older. It is well done, your service to Jecrass.

You honor me, your Majesty.

The old retainer had a small but delighted look on his face, a rarity. It was the kind of compliment you had written on your tombstone. Because the Quarass had known Geril across three lifetimes.

I think I shall have estreke almeat.

A fine choice. Ill have some myself, Geril. Not much

Raelt was not hungry. And he was a bit surprised by the Quarass choice.

Its a rather plain dish, your Majesty

She smiled and Geril laughed.

It is traditional for the Quarass to order it.

Really? The last Quarass

The current Quarass of Germina made another flicking motion with her fingers. She sighed.

The last Quarass broke from many of Germinas traditions. I must apologize for her actions. The Quarass you see before you now, Raelt Leysars, is the one I would have preferred during the King of Destructions reawakening.

He nodded. There had been two Quarasses; although he had been too young to remember the first one. But the second had risen to power undershady circumstances. The old Quarass might have not died of old age.

The last Quarass was difficult, if youll excuse me, Quarass. Much cruder and less gracious. I did not care for her one bit and I was quite relieved when I heard you had changed.

Geril!

But the young Quarass just nodded and sighed.

Thank you, Geril. I recall all her memories. It was unfortunateher killing the second-Quarass-before-me. By poison.

Raelt coughed on the sip hed just taken from a goblet.

ErI had heard such.

He didnt know all of what made the Quarass the Quarass, but he knew enough. She nodded.

It was troublesome. Not only did she inherit her mothers disaffection for her, the Quarass-before-me was also a fool. Addicted to a few of Chandrars drugs and without the will to quit them.

Terrible, Im sure.

She smiled at Raelts uncertain look.

The Quarass is always the Quarass, King Leysars. But half of what I am is who I was before I became me. Do you understand?

He did, in a way. The current Quarass gestured to herself.

What does this Quarass seem to you, King Leysars?

Ive known you only for a few minutes, Quarass. Butmore confident than the last one. Certainly more daring.

That pleased her. The Quarass steepled her fingers and nodded.

Yes. Braver, certainly. It was pure chance that this child became me. But fortunate. Did you knowbefore I was summoned, this child had one event of note in her life? One night, as her father slept, she, waking by chance, saw a poisonous viper that sometimes plague Germinas houses. It was prepared to bite, and her father would not wake. So she found her fathers dagger and killed it. It bit her four times and but for the antidote, she might have died.

It was strange, to hear the Quarass talk about the girl she had been. Raelt listened raptly as the Quarass pulled up her sleeve and showed him faded scars on her arms.

That was the caliber of the girl who became me. And no one but her father knew the story of it. Pure chance. That is the flaw of the Quarass; the true character of who becomes me is never fully known.

I see. So in the case of the previous Quarass

If I was a fool, a fool I remain, even with my memories. It is why a wise Quarass decides her successor. Chance led Germina poorly in the Quarass-before-me. This time I hope it has been more gracious.

Both Geril and Raelt nodded. She was as fascinating as ever. Even the previous Quarass, as haughty as she had been, had captivated the room. Raelt turned.

Ah, the estreke.

It was a common dish that the Quarass had ordered. Popular, certainly, and tasty. Raelt liked it himself, but youd never see it at a banquet.

Estreke almeat. It was a dish of nomads, popular among [Shepherds] and the like. They took stringy, tough meat from lamb, or beef, generally, even horse, and cut it into small strips to be grilled. Then, a heavy cheese sauce mixed with melted butter was poured on top.

For the taste, the pure quill of itrich demy root-tree juice mixed in to give it that succulent flavor, all over yellats for the spice and filling. Cheapplentiful, and the dish could go with flatbread as well on the road.

The three were offered a single pot and they dipped bread as they ate. The Quarass had a good appetite, but she looked wistful as she chewed.

Delicious as always. I have gone to many nations, but this meal is best eaten in Jecrass.

Youve had it before, Quarass? Er

Raelt saw Geril cover a smile and flushed. That was a stupid question to ask the Quarass. She just smiled.

It brings back fond memories, King Leysars. The first nomad-kings of Jecrass offered me this very dish when we met. Ever since, I have tried to eat it with the ruler of Jecrass once.

I see. Well, I am honored

Raelt chewed slowly and savored the bite. It did fill him up; he realized hed eaten poorlythat was to say not at allthis morning.

May I ask now, Quarass, why you have come? Even on a journey, it is unlike you to intercede in a moment like this. We might well be under siege come the morrow.

She gave him a knowing look.

Or at peace. You stand, Raelt Leysars, at a crossroads. And this Quarass would like to speak, whether it changes nothing or everything. But before I speak of thatlet us sit. And remember peace. Such things are best savored with meals.

She was right. Raelt ducked his head. It was Geril who spoke up.

Ah, peace, Quarass? I remember it fondly. Jecrass under the King Raelt and his father has been kind to me.

She nodded.

There have been far poorer days Jecrass has known. I myself recall the horse fairs with great fondness of these last few decades.

Yes. Peace. Raelt closed his eyes. In peace, Jecrass looked so different from now. Todayit was all just moving battle lines, fortifications, armies fighting.

But without war, Jecrass was wonderful. He complained about the River Wardens, oranges, and rebellious daughtersbut the King of Jecrass knew the good parts as well.

Horse fairs, with mundane and magical beasts attracted visitors from across the world who bid on the best animals. Jecrass, fed by rivers and storms like these, was a wonderful land to ride about in. Snow would even frost the ground lightly in the winters.

I suppose there wont be time to visit Hellios or Germina come fall.

He spoke regretfully. The Quarass nodded.

Not for some time to come.

It was tradition, when no wars were taking place, for Belchan, Hellios, Jecrass, and Germinas peoples to cross borders and trade with each season. Each nation had a specialty; for instance, summers belonged to Jecrass in bloom. Magical goods came from Belchan and they had one of their large winter celebrations each year.

In fall, it was best to go to Germina, to trade for pieces of art. Gers mud-brick city was beautiful then, and you could wait there for a chance to petition the Quarass for a bit of wisdom. In the spring, go to Hellios for the Celebration of Stoneto find the best [Masons] or [Builders] with their designs

Raelt had taken Jecaina as a girl to Belchan to watch the mage-lights. That had been her first sight of real magic, back when he was a new father and she was toddling around.

Those were good years. Nowhe opened his eyes and saw the distant smoke from Flos war camps. Andthe Quarass.

She was just watching him. Her conversation with Geril had ended as he thought.

You remind me of the past, Quarass. Do you think its wise that I sue for peace?

The Quarass gave Raelt a small nod.

You may think so, King Leysars. But I only wish to give youperspective. Those years were indeed bountiful. But as I sayJecrass has known poorer. Neither you nor Geril remember the Creler Wars. But it was a bitter time indeed for Jecrass. Many took root in the soil. The horses and horsepeople died in droves, unable to flee the swarms.

Raelt shuddered. Crelers were still a threat, albeit mercifully rare.

What of Germina? I know the Shield Kingdoms fought back

She made a bitter face.

Complacency drove every nation to folly in those times. Yes, Germina rallied. But it was a bitter lesson I learned once more. My poisons did little to the spawn of Rhir and they taught me there was more to learn of corrosion and decay. If I had been wiserI would have prepared. Before every great war, there are usually signs. Had I heeded them, I would have risen to the occasion as I had in lifetimes before, forged Germina into a weapon. For the darkest wars require a light for others to rally around. That is my purpose.

She spoke strangely. Raelt looked at her.

You speak as if there is another war coming, Quarass. Jecrass is at war. And Germina lost its war with Reim.

She smiled thinly.

True. Both our kingdoms have known Reims strength. But thatis not what I refer to. With respect, Raelt Leysarsthis is not the war that I dream of.

She looked past him. Raelts hairs stirred and Geril looked troubled. A greater war than this? One that made her think of the Creler wars

Then what? If a dark war needs a light, someone to rally around, is Flos Reimarch that [King]? Is that why you made peace with him?

She flicked her hands again.

I had little choice in that. I speak of the future and past, Raelt Leysars. Not always of the present. Since that is what weighs on youyes. Let us speak of peace and war. Medain, the Claiven Earth, and Nerrhavia have reached out to you to continue your war.

Raelts hand jerked on his goblet. Geril sat up.

Have youhave you told?

The Quarass looked levelly at Raelt and shook her head.

I have neither told Flos Reimarch nor concrete proof of this. It is justfamiliar. Have they given you assurances of their determination?

Raelts mouth worked. The Quarass knew. Even without inside knowledge? He hesitated, and she touched her chest and made a small sign.

I swear by Ger not to reveal what I know. I am, in this moment, the Quarass of Germina, Raelt Leysars. If you seek my knowledge, ask. If not, I will go.

He hesitated. But then nodded.

A contract. I forced them to agree. They will all sign a magical contract to go to war. Declare war. If they doI will turn down the King of Destructions peace offer and continue to fight.

Your Majesty

Geril was troubled. But he had no counsel to give. Raelt stood up and walked to the balcony. The rain trickled down an invisible barrier.

What would you say to that, Quarass? It might destroy this nation I was given to rule by my father. But Lyfelt need not die for it. Innocent people might not need to die for it. Andthat was why I started this damn war! What was the point, if I make peace?

He clenched a fist. Staring west. The Quarass sat at her table, dabbing at her mouth. Raelt waited, almost hoping she had no wisdom. But what she said was this:

You still believe you can win.

Raelt jerked. He turned back and saw her looking at him. That knowing look pierced him through.

You believe you can defeat the King of Destruction. That is why you waver, Raelt Leysars. You possess the will to fight.

Iif Jecrass kneels

Is it your nation and people you fear for, or your pride?

Quarass!

Geril made a choked noise. The girl did not look at him. She sat lightly, meeting Raelts dark gaze.

This is not an insult, Raelt Leysars. But a question. The world beheld that the King of Jecrass was no mewling lamb but a wolf with a golden bell on the day they called you King of Duels. Even the King of Destruction was surprised. Yet the one who was surprised most, I think, was you.

He hesitated.

Iwas. By myself. I didnt think I had it in me. Am I hungering for war?

She tilted her head left and right, shook it.

Not precisely. But war burns in your blood. You have an aptitude for it. And young men, even at your age, are loath to quit when blood is spilled. But you are also correctthe war can yet be won. Yet does ego force your decision, or your crown?

Your Majesty. II wish you had not gone to Terandria.

It was Geril, who spoke up unexpectedly. The old retainer looked at the Quarass and Raelt and spoke. He heavily gestured towards Raelts crown. Raelt blinked.

Why, Geril?

Your father, wanted you to be safe, sire. While the King of Destruction marched, he sent you to learn fencing, to be safe abroad. It wasa fathers concern.

Raelt had considered the same to Jecaina. He nodded, uncomprehending.

It made me the fencer I was. Was that wrong, Geril?

Perhaps he should have let you join the King of Destructions army. Or stay in Chandrar, at least, your Majesty. You might not have discovered your strengths so late. Perhapsyou might have been a [King] as great as Flos Reimarch, able to stave off his advance then. Forgive me. Its an old mans thoughts.

Geril shook his head, troubled. It troubled Raelt too. He turned away.

Im not set either way, Geril. Nerrhavias Fallen, Medain, and the Claiven Earththe King of Destruction never took the Claiven Earth and Nerrhavia joined him rather than fight overlong. What do you think, Quarass? If I force them into signing a contractcould they disobey it? A clear, magical injunction to make war?

That was his fear. He looked back at the Quarass. She raised her brows.

The clear wording? No. But there is war and war, King Raelt. They could send only half an army. Stillthe King of Destruction would not take it lightly either way. That would give Jecrass hope.

Raelt nodded. It was Flos reaction that he was counting upon. You couldnt make war lightly against him. The Quarass tapped her glass with a nail and it was refilled. She drank, went on.

However. If you ask my knowledgeI think all three nations will make war with great effort. They will send proper armies and do great battle against Reim.

You think so?

Raelt and Geril looked at the Quarass, with hope. She looked over her cup of juice at them levelly.

Of course. If they signthey will make such war. But. King Raelt. They will make furious battle here. Because you are what will halt the King of Destructions advance.

And then he saw it. Of course, Medains armies and the Claiven Earth would fight. And the war would spill over their borders. But hereit would be here.

Jecrass will be torn by this great war. You may win or lose. But it is because you are King of Duels, the ruler that can stop the King of Destruction even at great cost that they count on.

Could he bear that? ThatRaelt looked over his city, his palace. They would have to abandon it the first day, retreat, fight defensive battles until the other armies struck. Even thenit would be a long war of retreat and advance. Could he order Jecrass forwards?

What is my other option, Quarass? Give up a third of my kingdom? Become a subordinate? Let Lyfelt and the others die? What would that make me?

A [King].

She spoke severely. Raelt turned.

A good [King] lets innocent people die?

The Quarass slapped the table.

For your nation? For your daughter and line? A good king would have damned ten times their number to death if it was for the best. Did you make war, King Raelt, for principle or practicality?

Principle.

She nodded. The child waved a hand at him.

That is where we differ. You are a kind [King], Raelt of Jecrass. That is good for peace. But war? When this conflict started, do you know what I would have done?

Tell me.

Raelt gritted his teeth. The Quarass pointed south.

I would have not fought the King of Destruction so. I would have taken ten thousand, twenty thousand of my fastest [Riders] and sent them south. To Hellios, Germina, and Reim most of all. Split them up, sent them in every direction to avoid detection.

Raiding parties. The Quarass eyes glittered as she leaned forwards.

I would have sent Jecrass cavalry forth scorching villages, towns, inciting cities to riot. Anywhere that did not declare against the King of Destruction I would have erased and slaughtered, to force the King of Destruction to defend as well as attack.

You would have slaughtered innocent people.

She nodded.

It appalls you. But consider that it would have worked. Make a mockery of his protection by heaping a village of corpses up and Flos Reimarch would take the bait. You could bait him to attack or defend. You never considered it. Because you are a good king. I would have enraged the King of Destruction, were I you. And I would have used poison.

Raelt hung his head. It was true.

So my decision? I am not asking you to choose, Quarass. But what would you do if you were me? Not King of Jecrass. Buta good king. One whos conscience will weigh heavily on him no matter what he does?

Either way, good people died to no reason. The Quarass thought for a moment. Then she stood up. She beckoned, and Raelt walked over. He leaned down and she whispered in his ear.

He expected some sage advice. Some platitude. But the Quarass just whispered to him.

Whichever answer you can live with. Look ahead, and see how fate branches. Whichever route you can acceptwhich you will not wail and bemoan the rest of your lifethat is the one to choose.

Raelt straightened. He looked down at her, and the Quarass smiled. He feltlighter. It was obvious, but when she put it like thathe knew. He had known.

Thank you, Quarass.

I shall be on my way. You have much to do, Raelt of Jecrass. And I must go north. Farewell. I hope we will meet again.

She nodded to him. He bowed, and the girl slipped from her seat and walked, barefoot, away. Geril escorted her, looking at his [King]. Raelt of Jecrass stood there for a second.

Then he walked away, to make his decision.

-

We are prepared to sign the contract. Publicly.

Queen Yisame stood in the room, visible on the scrying mirror. High King Perric from the scrying orb. The Speaker of Trees in another, smaller mirror.

Before Wistram?

Before Wistram and the world. My armies are preparing to advance. Well sweep across the border and into Belchan and liberate it.

Perric waited in front of a grand table with two of his [Generals]. He had a [Mage] from Wistram ready to broadcast the announcement and he was royally annoyedbecause Queen Yisame would sign first. He had argued that point the last hour, but it was done.

Raelt nodded. He took a breath as his version of the contract was laid before him. One of the [Mages] in Queen Yisames court coughed.

We need a [Mage] to begin the broadcast on Jecrass side, your Majesty. And a ten minute wait for the event to be introduced

Ten minutes? For those Drakes from Pallass? I will do it myself!

Perric scowled. Raelt saw the Wistram [Mages] conferring and hurrying about as the other rulers had that pained look of people trying to be important while having no idea what was going on.

He smiled. And bowed to Queen Yisame.

Your Majesty, that will not be necessary. I have made my choice. Jecrasswill not continue war with Reim. I intend to sign his contract.

Perric froze with one hand on the table. Yisame looked at him. The Speaker of Trees sighed.

Ridiculous! You cannot back out now! My armies are on the move!

Perric shouted. Raelt ignored him. Yisame looked gravely at Raelt.

I understand your friendLyfelt of Belchanwill die as part of this contract. And other innocents.

He nodded slowly.

Yes, your Majesty. I will bear that responsibility. But I weighed each choice. And I can no longer ask my people to fight the King of Destruction. They have suffered too much. Iam sorry.

Her eyes flickered. For a moment, the Stitch-Woman looked at Raelt and he saw some kind of understanding in her eyes. Then she stepped back as one of her attendants flicked a fan across her body and face.

If that is your will, King Leysars, we shall abide.

Her mirror turned off. The Speaker of Trees nodded.

You have made your choice, King Leysars. We will not begrudge you it.

He bowed and Raelt nodded. The last was King Perric.

Raelt. You cannot make peace! I will not allow it! Reim will swallow Jecrass whole! Dont be a coward!

The man raged at Raelt. The [King] of Jecrass looked at Perric.

You know, Perric, youre in no position to give me orders. And I rather disliked you anyways. This conversation is over. Goodbye.

Raelt! Dont y

The King of Jecrass turned off the mirror with some satisfaction. Then he sat back.

He was shaking. But it was done. And it was the right decision. The Quarassit had been Jecaina as well. Wondering if she would have to fight. Warden Dulfe, Winta

They had sacrificed so much. For nothing? Raelt shook his head. He would make sure it wasnt for nothing. But it was enough. Hehe hated Flos for what he had done. But the man had made war for the Gnolls. Raelt hated Flos for his strength, his armies.

But he wasnt a man Raelt loathed. That was a crucial difference. Raelt had tried to kill him twice.

Enough is enough. Im sorry, Lyfelt. Im

The [King] had the hardest task of all now. He sat there for a moment. Because nextwhen he rosehe would have to wait the night away until Orthenon came by at midnight. And until that momenthe would have to tell his friend he was letting him die.

When he rose. So Raelt sat a while. Wishing he could weep, rather than feel relieved.

-

It was over. The black screen on the scrying orbs around the world suddenly turned back to Noass and Sir Relz launching into their next segment.

sorry for the technical glitch, folks. Just a minorminor event on our end.Now, erI thinkthink we have a guest

The Drake was clearly frazzled. But recovering, looking for a guest

yes! Eryou there. We have an excellent [Sweeper], a real tale of the common workingGnoll. You sir, whats your name?

A rather bewildered Gnoll was pushed in front of the camera. Nerrhavias Fallen, the Claiven Earth, Medains armies were given the order to stop mustering.

It was ov

High King Perrics fist smashed the scrying orb. His magical gauntlets absorbed the backlash as the contained magic detonated.

That worthless wretch!

He bellowed. His [Generals] ducked as he hurled the props hed been holding, one of them the royal scepter of Medain, across the room. They backed up towards the doors.

Your M

Get out!

The High King raged. The [Mages], his officers, all fled. The seething man stood there, gripping the table hard.

The nerve of Raelt of Jecrass! That pissant little [King] wasnt in the position to give orders!

High King Perric wore, for anyone counting, a record twelve artifacts on his person. Each perfectly balanced so that the magical leakage was at the threshold. In his estimation, which he had made widely known, his artifacts and levels as a [King] placed him at the rank of Named Adventurer.

But the Adventurers Guilds outside of Medain had refused to grant him that title. It was one of the things in life that eternally infuriated Perric.

He never forgot such slights. He was [High King], and knew what was due to him. Wistram, Jecrass, the Adventurers Guilds

And Raelt Leysars. Perric strode back and forth. He was no fool. He knew what this meant.

Raelt was doing this to spite him. It was obvious. The [King] was going to kneel in order to give Flos Reimarch an undivided south. And who was next?

Medain. Perric cast his eyes across the war maps. The King of Destructions peace or notit was obvious. Medain was too rich, and it would provide the King of Destruction with a coastline at last! Hed find some reason, moan about his worthless refugees, and then attack.

If that damn coward hadnt decided

It had all been lining up! Perrics armies would have swept in and taken parts of Belchan and Jecrass, fortified the passes, and let the Claiven Earth and Nerrhavias Fallen batter at Reim before advancing. This had been perfect.

Until Raelt had caved. Now, Perric was looking at a defensive war. He didnt like it.

Unacceptable.

The man considered his options. He had to worry about the damn half-Elves to the west, sometimes enemies. Weak coastal nations to the east. Jecrass and Belchan had been weaker, but stubborn neighbors forever. But Reim was a powerhouse. And

Your Majesty?

The [Servant] flinched as he looked up. One of his many wives. The Lizardwoman. She pointed, terrified.

Theambassador is here again. The House of M

They do not have my permission! Tell them to begone! I will not be disturbed!

Perric thundered. His wife fled. He looked down at the map.

Pests!

Everyone thought they could just march across his land. The King of Destructions decree about his refugees had incensed Perric. But this was not the time for a direct war. Flos wasnot a better [King] than Perric. Maybe higher in levelfor nowbut Perric was younger, and he had greater vision. Flos was a savage. Perric would eclipse himhe just needed more vassals like the Seven.

No, no, no. Perric was the one true [King] among all these half-baked men. And a true [King] did not allow his plans to fold so easily. Perrics eyes narrowed.

Hed suspected Raelt might surrender. He had a few tricks left.

High King Perric had been an adventurer. And a good adventurer always had contingency plans. You looked at the weak points of your opponents. And Raelt was his opponent. Sothen.

Servant!

The door opened. Perric turned.

Send a [Message]. How many Gold-rank teams are stationed in Jecrass capital at this moment? Find me the most mobile one. And tell them

He had another plan. The High King gave his orders then sat back. He ordered some wine, suddenly in good spirits. Yes, this was salvageable. All they needed was a few hours head start. And thenhe chuckled.

Get me the Wistram [Mages] and tell them they must remain within the capital. And send a [Message] to Queen Yisame and the Speaker of Trees.

Raelt Leysars was about to change his mind.

-

The mood in the capital was quiet. Jecaina Leysars walked down the streets, restless, prone to prowling as everyone who knew her was well aware.

She didnt know what tomorrow would bring. Peacehopefully. But what then? Lyfelther fathers friendwould die for that peace. And so many people had died.

If they ceded part of Jecrass, what happened? Jecaina felt miserable. And useless. Never mind that she had dueled her father, she wished she was a better [Princess].

A commotion made her raise her head. By law, the capital was under martial law. Most of the civilians had been evacuated, in fact. But [Soldiers] were soldiers. And given that there were multiple foreign forces in the capitalbrawls or arguments were common.

She suspected two nations of causing the most trouble. So Jecaina was prepared for the rowdy group of adventurers shouting, clearly drunk, in a standoff with some wary City Guards.

No real [King] would run away with his tail between his legs! JecrassJecrassthe King of Duels is nothing more than a coward. The King of Adventurers wouldnt run!

Jecainas hands clenched as she saw a Gold-rank adventurer, swaying and sneering into a Watch Captains face. The man was scowling, hand on his beltbut away from his club.

They were Gold-ranks. And this was a City Watch. For all intents and purposes, it was like watching adults being confronted by a gaggle of children.

Unfair. And the others were shouting insults. Jecaina had no idea why they were herethis was far from the entertainment district. But they were waving mugs and laughing as they called out insults.

We came here to fight, not run away!

Another called outthen they caught sight of Jecaina as she strode forwards. The [Duelist Princess] had her rapier on her, but she didnt draw it.

What is going on here?

Your Highness!

The Watch Captain looked both alarmed and relieved. He gestured at the team of Gold-ranksthe Silvereyed Sables, if Jecaina remembered correctly. From Medain.

This lot showed up and started a ruckus just a few minutes ago. Started insulting his Majesty

Insulting? Hah! Were just telling the truth!

One of the Gold-ranks called out. They laughed. If they recognized Jecaina, none of them showed it. One of them swayed against her companion and he buffeted her. She straightened slightly, rubbing at her ribs, then slouched over again.

Jecaina eyed them.

Youre the Silvereyes, right?

Thats right. And whore you?

I am Princess Jecaina Leysars of Jecrass. By my fathers order, this city is under martial law. Drinking and disorderly conduct are unlawful. Go back to your abode.

And why should we? Whats the point? Therell be peace tomorrow. Peace, bought by your father selling out his nation! Like the coward he is!

The leader of the Silvereyes pointed at Jecaina. She felt a flash of heat run through them. Her hand reached for her side and they tensed.

Your Majesty

The Watch Captain was alarmed. Jecaina forced her hand away from her side. She remembered her fathers warning. Butit was hard to take that from them.

Your team is willing to insult Jecrass crown, when your [King] hasnt even deigned to declare war? Moreoverhis contribution to the war is half a dozen Gold-rank teams who havent stayed in any battle till the end before fleeing!

The Gold-ranks flushed. The [Captain] opened his mouth hotly.

We fight smart! If Jecrass was half as intelligent, it wouldnt need to throw away your elite [Trick Riders] like flies before muck!

This time Jecainas fury turned her pale. The [Trick Riders]? They were beloved of Jecrass! A class that could level in times of peace or wartheir performances were famed! And they had fought Mars,Orthenoncharged into battle without fear!

How dare you? You havent sacrificed anything! You walk around, putting on airsI thought Medain sent adventurers, not cowards with egos like Drakes!

The Silvereyes glowered. There was a bark of laughter from the [Guards]. The leader put a hand on his side. He carried a shortsword and small shield.

Those are fighting words. Put your money where your mouth is, Princess. And well show you exactly how good we are. Come on, unless youre afraid of taking a cut from a real warrior? Where were you when we were fighting?

The [Princess] drew her sword before she could think. All her frustration, her guilt, was brought out by that mocking statement. The [Guard] stirred.

[Princess]! Your father

The Watch Captain stepped back as two of the Silvereyes drew their weapons and blocked him. The leader challenged Jecaina, steps unsteady at first, but then surefooted.

Come on! Neither of us needs to get hurt! Unless youre not a quarter of the fighter your father claims to be!

Jecaina hesitated. The Gold-rank looked more sober by the second. And even if he was a hothead and drunkhe was good.

She could beat him, though. He was still overconfident and Raelt had taught her everything shed known. She had beaten Gold-ranks in duels before. She stepped forwards

You dont need to be me.

Her fathers voice halted her mid-step. Jecaina hesitated. She bit her liphard. Then she lowered her sword.

Whats wrong?  Come on, coward! Or is the King of Duels daughter going to run away from a challenge?

Each word pricked her like a nettle. But Jecaina slowly rammed the rapier back into its sheathe. The Silvereyes stirred. She shook her head slowly, looked at the Watch Captain, and stepped back.

I dont need to prove anything to you. Nor is this the place.

She took a few breaths. It was hardbut this felt right. It had felt good to challenge the Nerrhavian [Charioteers]. But thisshe looked at the uncertain Gold-rank Captain.

If you want to challenge me, do it when there isnt an army on our doorstep. As [Princess] of Jecrass, I order you to stop disturbing the peace or you will be arrested!

He wavered. His team looked at each other and a few cursed, throwing down their mugs. Jecaina blinked at the hollow sound they made. And she wasnt certain what came next.

But the Watch Captain was smiling. He bowed slightly to Jecaina, a man whod had cause to report her more than once.

Well done, your Majesty. You heard Princess Jecaina. Clear off or this will involve the army and your superiors!

The rest of the [Guards] nodded. Jecaina felttaller. She nodded and saw the Gold-rank Captain look at his team of eight. He swore under his breath as he lowered his sword.

Okay. We do this the hard way. Now!

Jecaina saw his hand flicker. She blinkedand was diving.

Get down!

The Watch started as the [Mage] among the Gold-ranks lifted his staff. Jecaina saw a flash

Lightning crackled across the street. It struck the [Guards], arcing across Jecaina for a moment. But her ring protected her. She felt the Watch Captain cry out as they hit the ground.

Felt, but did not hear. Her ears were suddenly stuffed with cotton. Jecaina got up, and saw the Gold-ranks charging.

What are you doing?

She tried to scream at them. Jecaina drew her sword, slowly, as all nine attacked the remaining [Guards]. She slashed at the Captain, and he backed up as she cut him across the collarbone, cutting through his armor with her enchanted sword. Butshe spun left, and then saw the two [Riders] coming down the side street.

A second Gold-rank team. The Watch Captain stared down at the arrow in his chest and tried to stand. Jecaina looked around. She slashed, backing up, trying to shoutbut there was no sound.

Her father was right. Battles werent duels.

The Gold-rank adventurers fought for a minute. The [Princess] was good. But they were used to fighting all kinds of foes.

The third arrow dropped her. One had taken her in the leg, and the other two were sleeping arrows.

That did not go according to plan!

One of them spoke as the [Silence] spell wore off. The leader of the Silvereyes swore.

Shut up. Hide the bodies. And ride! We need at least six hours head start! You lotstart spreading the story.

The second team nodded. The Silvereyes raced for the covered wagon and set the horses into motion. The fastest mounts they could get. The rest took to the horses and rode out of Jecrass gates.

No one stopped them or checked the wagon. It was just another disgruntled Gold-rank team leaving for Medain. The Captain of the Silvereyes watched his teammate tending to the wounded [Princess]. Her refusal to fight had been a surprise, but it had worked out.

Pick up speed!

[Eleventh Hour Wheels]!

The [Driver] called out. The Captain felt the wagon pick up speed.

High King Perric had his [Princess]. They were going to be rich.

-

Princess Jecaina was gone. Now came the question: who would notice her absence?

Raelt Leysars of Jecrassdid not ask about his daughter. He sat in the private, guest quarters with Prime Minister Lyfelt. As his friend wept and begged. Why would Raelt have worried about his daughter?

General Lael and Geril were next. The [General] was busy overseeing the army. If they went to warbut they wouldnt. She felt relieved. She wasnt drinkingyet. But when the treaty was signed and the King of Destructions army was marching off, she was going to drink for the next month.

She had leveled, but she never wanted to experience this kind of war again.

General Lael. Do you know where Princess Jecaina is?

She turned. Geril had walked into the war room, looking for the [Princess]. The old retainer was past his bedtime, but he was checking Jecainas haunts.

Lael usually suffered the [Princess] presence, but she informed Geril that she wasnt here.

Why?

Oh, the servants said she went for a walk in the city but hasnt returned.

She might be drinking or out with her friends.

Geril sighed. It was a common pastime of Jecainas. She was a good [Princess]; she made the rounds of the city, speaking to soldiers, being there, seen, while her father fought the war. But a young woman was still restless and had to be doubly upset that she wasnt allowed to fight.

Most likely.

We have a surplus of hands. I could inquire after her.

Lael offered. Geril hesitated.

Its not necessary. She does hate to be monitored. But maybe

He lapsed into silence. Lael turned to a junior officer.

Just send a [Message] to the Watch or the [Commander] in the city.

They waited. A response came back after about ten minutes.

Apparently, the [Princess] was involved in an argument with a Gold-rank team. Flawless Riposte. About the honor of Jecrass. Thats what a Gold-rank team is saying.

Argh.

Lael closed her eyes. Geril shook his head wearily.

I will find herhis Majesty doesnt need to know until

Ah, General?

The officer clarified. Lael nodded.

There was an altercation. But it didnt come to blows. Theyre all at a tavern. The [Princess] is, ah, carousing with the team. They settled their differences.

Oh? You have eyes on her?

The officer conferred.

Everyone can see her toasting Medain and talking, [General]. The Gold-ranks have bought the pub so no one else is allowed in. Should I?

No, no. It was just an old mans worry. I thoughtthats far better.

Geril shook his head, clearly relieved. Lael nodded.

Just keep an eye on the pub. If theres a fight, let me know. You should rest, Geril

Ill do that. I dont know what kept me up. Just a [Retainer] being fussy

The old man let Lael usher him out of the war room. He tried to tell himself his nerves were just that. Jecaina was fine. Meeting Gold-rank adventurers was, for a spirited girl like her, exactly the thing she needed to relax.

He went back to his room and had troubled dreams. Troubledbut he asked no more questions of her. Neither did Lael. Which meant the Silvereyes had an hour after leaving Jecrass gates.

Two hours.

King Raelt left Lyfelts rooms as the man screamed at him to get out. He leaned against a wall. It was late. Orthenon would be coming. He thoughtbrieflyof finding Geril or Jecaina.

But they would be asleep. So the [King] ordered a cup of goats milk and went to the practice courts to wait.

Three hours.

Four h

-

The Quarass of Germina was riding north. Covertly. Aside from Jecrass ruler, no one actually knew she was heading north. Flos Reimarch might know her general whereaboutsbut Medains ruler did not.

And she intended to keep it that way. Her business was private. The Quarass was yawning.

Damn childrens bodies.

She remarked. Her escort said nothing, but was attentive to her needs. The Quarass was considering dozing for a while and bemoaning that a flying carpet was too obvious when she saw the wagon pass them on the road.

Gers vipers!

One of her bodyguards swore as the wagon thundered by. A small group of [Riders] shouted for Germinas small group to get out of the way. The Quarass twitched her reins, calming her horse. Her eyes flicked to the wagon.

And she had several thoughts. She recognized the magical nature of the artifacts so placed the adventurers at once. And she identified their accents. Medain. Her eyes narrowed as she sensed one last thing.

An aura. Faint, but coming from the wagon. Disturbed. And certainly out of place. Moreover, the speed, the way the adventurers were shouting

She had seen the like before. A thousand thousand times. The Quarass drew herself up in the saddle.

After them! Stop that wagon!

Her bodyguard jerked into motion. They were Germinas people and asked no questions.

Halt in the name of the Quarass!

The [First Warrior] roared. He spurred his horse and the adventurers looked back to see Germinas warriors coming after them.

Dead gods damnit! Go, go! [Lightning Bolt]!

One of them shouted. The [Mage] shot lightning backwards. The Quarass saw the magicreflexively raised her hand to catch and redirect the magic, and remembered.

She couldnt cast that kind of magic right now.

Quarass!

Her bodyguards threw themselves forwards. One blocked the spell with a magical shield and the bolt dissipated. The rest streamed after the adventurers.

Protect the Quarass! Slay them!

The Quarass, cursing, saw her people covering her. She heard screams, more crackling lightningthen it was over.

One of the adventurers, the [Mage], was down. A spear had gone through her chest. Another adventurer had been de-horsed and had surrendered. But the rest were fleeing, having stymied Germinas riders. A group of her people were pursuingbut the adventurers had too large a lead.

Enchanted wagon wheels. The Quarass eyed the pursuit and calculated the odds of the [First Warrior] taking on the rest of them. Virtually

Pull back!

She raised her hand and the order was relayed. The warriors fell backwards. The Quarass studied her sides casualties and the last adventurer.

Dont kill me! Dont kill me! Im working on behalf of Medains crown!

The woman was babbling, terrified. The Quarass pointed down as she rode her pony forwards.

You. Who was in that wagon? The [King] or [Princess]?

WhI dont

The adventuress turned pale. The Quarass read her expression and cursed.

Send a [Message] to Jecrass at once. Tell themtheir [Princess] has been kidnapped!

She whirled. Her escort swirled. The Quarass looked ahead. She hadnt predicted this. Her knowledge wasnt infallible. But she knew men like High King Perric. Thisshe shook her head.

This was a stupid move. It threw everything into chaos. If she had not been here, it might have worked. Now? She saw the [Message] go out, flitting towards the sleepy [General] Lael and the restless [King of Challenges].

Raelt Leysars heard the frantic shouting. He blinked a few times, a cup of goats milk in his hand. Then he dropped it.

And went insane.

-

High King Perric was having a grand time. The wine was good and it had been nearly four hours since the abduction had gone off. The plan was perfect.

You see? A days lead will take them far out of reach. I have an escort waiting at the border in any case. King Raelt will declare war come daybreak. I will demand his presencein three more hours.

Three more hours and theyd be all but uncatchable, even by Jecrass vaunted horsemen. After allPerric didnt have to have the [Princess] here to enforce his demands. Once they were across the border, shed be within his grasp anyways.

He was speaking to one of his top [Generals], going over the plan. The man nodded. He cleared his throat nervously.

What if the [Princess]er, that is to say, what if Princess Leysars is less than cooperative, sire?

The High King gave the man a blank look over his goblet.

So? She is a political captive. She will remain here as a guarantee of Raelts continued fighting. And if she objectsin my experience, even the most stubborn woman teaches herself courtesy after a while.

Do you intend to marry her, High King?

Perhaps.

Perric would think on it after another cup of wine. Everything was going well

Right up until the [Servant] broke his good mood.

Your Majesty. The Silvereye Sables report a clash with strangers on the road!

Who?

The High King frowned. The [Messenger] had no answers. Just that two were dead. But the wagon was intact and the [Princess] secure. The Silvereyes were accelerating and begging for an escort.

Brigands, perhaps, your majesty.

Hmf. The reinforcements at the border will kill anyone who interferes. If they come under attacksally forth and reinforce them. But covertly! Dead gods, you fools. This has to be

Your Majesty! Jecrass army is on the move! King Raelt has left the capital and he is riding at the border! Hehes declared war!

Perric dropped the goblet.

-

What?

Flos Reimarch blinked blearily at Teres, whod come to wake him.

The armys moving!

She had seen it from afar as the [Scouts] sounded the alarm. In the distance, thousands, tens of thousands of [Riders] were streaking from the capital.

That makes no sense. Prepare for battle. If he thinks a sneak attack will work, were dug in

The King of Destruction was confused in his sleep. But as he rose and burst from his tents, his eyes narrowed.

Thats not an organized formation. Orthenon! What happened to the negotiations?

I havent left.

The Steward rode towards Flos. He had been preparing to leave. The King of Destruction whirled.

Someone find out what is happening. I

His eyes turned towards the capital which was blowing horns, and the army shooting north. His head swiveled and he grinned, his teeth shining by moonlight.

I sense something interesting. An opportunity.

-

Perric!

Raelt howled. He had never hated a man before. Disliked them. His River Wardenswho had turned out to be brave. He thought he had hated Flos Reimarch.

But nothis was hate. Raelt shot across the ground, his horse riding full-tilt.

Your Majesty! Y

They were riding around him. General Lael, Gerilthey were trying to catch up. Raelt had been first out of the palace and the city gates. Only the [Trick Riders] and those with riding Skills were catching up.

Faster! Find them!

The Quarass [Message] had lit his blood on fire. An adventuring team, a Gold-rank team had kidnapped his daughter! They had four hours nearly on him and they were making for Medains border.

Perric was trying to abduct Jecaina. Raelt needed no explanations as to why. That manif he touched Jecaina, tried to add her to his harem of species

Raelt was going to murder Perric. Then the Gold-rank team. He dug his heels into the horses sides. Faster. Faster! It raced forwards, fueled by his rage.

Raelt. Desist! Your daughter is in my grasp!

Raelts head turned. One of his [Trick Riders] had a small scrying mirror. And there he was.

Perric! Release my daughter or Ill cut your head off and feed it to the worms!

The man howled at the High King. Perric hesitated. He had not seen Raelt like this. He braced himself.

Your daughter is already across the border! Halt your advance if you want her unharmed. This is what is going to happen. You are going to declare war on the King of Destruction and

Perric. I am going to kill you!

The High King tried to say something. Raelts hand blurred. The [Trick Rider] recoiled as the tip of the rapier punched through the scrying mirror.

Faster! Anyone with Skills, find those adventurers and cut them off!

[Ride Commander], forwards!

General Lael shouted. One of Jecrass commanders raced to the head of the vanguard. He shouted.

[Lightning Hooves]!

The horses around Raelt and the [Trick Riders] accelerated. For a minutetwoeightthey blazed across the road. Then the Skill wore off.

Back! Next commander!

A [Captain of the Horse] replaced the [Ride Commander]. Behind them, other officers were using their Skills, frantically burning away the ground. Raelt felt a second Skill boosting him, across the other ones. But it wasnt enough.

Raelt pushed them faster. Faster!

The sun rose and began to set. The four hours lead shrank.

-

They were going to be caught. Jecrass army was storming towards the border and as fast as they were, even the Gold-rank team famed for their mobility was being caught.

It was still nearly a days ride to Medains capital. When his [Strategist] came to him with the calculations, High King Perric sat there for a second. Then he rose.

General Bullan. Mobilize the army. We ride forwards!

The nearest army is

Perric knocked the man to the side.

The capitals forces, you fool! Ill secure the [Princess] myself! Move! Summon the Golden Ranks of Medain!

His personal vanguard, made up of Gold-ranks, mostly retired. Medains army began to pivot, away from the strategic points at Belchans border and towards the reinforcements now streaking towards the border.

The sun rose higher and began to fall. As it didthe wagon with Princess Jecaina reached the border. And the rest of the world began to take notice.

-

An abduction?

Queen Yisame was likewise bleary-eyed, but her war council had given her time to make herself presentable. They caught herself up to speed. Or rather, the scrying orb did.

Wistram was aware of this. How not, when Jecrass capital had seen their entire mounted army shooting north towards the border?  They had no planthey had left the capital practically undefended! She stared at the image.

That is King Raelt of Jecrass were seeing, ladies and gentlemen.

Noass was looking around, wide-eyed. Drassi was sitting next to himtheyd grabbed her instead of Sir Relz, who was drunk.

Thats right. Heres what we know. This rat

High King Perric.

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

Erthats

What? Thats what I think. What kind of monster kidnaps a daughter? The question is: can they get her?

Both Drakes stared at the scrying orb. They were overlaying a map and calculating speeds. Jecrass army was the fastest in the world. But the adventurers had four hours lead and they knew what would happen if they were caught.

What will happen? Answer!

Yisame looked around. One of her [Strategists] spoke.

Your Majesty, we estimate the team will reach the border before Jecrass army and their [King]. HoweverHigh King Perrics forces are mobilized further to the west. Even if they march at all speedit will be the capitals army who is able to fully take captivity of the [Princess] first.

Nerrhavias Fallens ruler looked at the map. That meant from the border to the capital or wherever the army caught the Gold-ranksthere was time.

How many agents do we have in Medain?

The war council looked at each other.

Several, your Majesty. What is their aim?

Yisame hesitated. One of her [Generals] bowed.

My Glorious Queen who rules over the vastest landif I may say it, this is to Nerrhavias advantage. If Jecrass continues the war

He hesitated. Queen Yisame seldom interrupted her war council. Nowthey waited. Yisame bit her lip. She did not gainsay her strategist and generals often. However

Iwe dislike Medains ruler. High King Perric has made an enemy of public opinion and Jecrass. Begin a condemnation which we shall deliver at soonest convenience.

The servants bustled about. But the war council waited.

And of our agents?

Yisame met her [General]s eyes, took a consensus of the room. She held up a delicate hand.

We shall observe.

Which meantthe others nodded in satisfaction. Yisame turned. She looked at the orb.

Bring it to our chambers. We shall leave the strategy to you.

She knew what her war council preferred. So the ruler of Nerrhavia let them plan. And she carried the orb to her room and watched. She and her subordinates differed in who she preferred to win. And as dawn began to breakshe saw the wagon racing north, towards the capital on the coast.

Pursued.

-

Late evening had fallen as the first [Trick Rider] raced over the hills that began to turn to dunes if you went further north to the ocean beyond. Medain had lovely beaches, a prosperous inland. It was a powerful nation, fed by waters and trade.

Princess J

The Gold-rank teams [Archer] shot the screaming [Trick Rider] from the saddle. Another followed, and one of them threw a Tripvine Bag.

[Evasive Leap]!

The horse leapt over the exploding vines. The [Trick Rider] shot at them. Two Gold-ranks peeled off with half a dozen of the [Riders] that Perric had sent to help the abduction.

The Jecrassian [Soldier] put his blade into one [Rider]s chest and brought down a horse before they cut him down. The wagon thundered on.

Dead gods, where is the army?

An escort of less than a hundred rode with the Silvereyes. That was all Perric had thought was needed. And it would have been enoughif the Quarass hadnt spotted the wagon.

But now Jecrass entire army was coming over the border. Led by the King of Duels himself. Hed cut the border guard to ribbons and he was coming.

His Majesty is coming straight at us with the capitals army and the Golden Ranks of Medain!

The adventurers in the wagon heard the news and shouted in relief. Jecaina lay there, hog-tied, struggling. They ignored her. In the distanceMedains army was streaming forwards, trying to keep to their formations.

They were stymied by the fact that Perric favored heavy infantry with mage and archer support, the exact opposite of Jecrass mobile army. And thenin the distance he appeared.

Jecaina!

The Gold-ranks in the wagon jerked as they heard the King of Duels howl. They flogged the horses desperately, but the belabored animals had nothing left to give.

And the [King of Challenges] was coming. Raelts voice was raw and he had ridden for hours. His horsethe animal was reaching the end of its endurance even with the potions he had given it.

But he saw the wagon in the distance, streaming towards the capital. It was passing across a plateau; the border between Jecrass and Medain lay behind, a narrow pass. The guards Medain had posted were dead.

Nowthe coast lay beyond. In the far, far distance, the shining sea. And the capital of Medain beyond, where the High King reigned.

Forwards!

General Lael shouted. Thousands of the cavalry followed their [King]. But in the distancethere was High King Perric and his army.

Secure that wagon! Once its in our hands, force Raelt of Jecrass back!

The [King] saw a distant dot of the wagon. And his armyfresh, far outnumbering Jecrassmarched forwards. Medains army. King Perric had deployed his farther across Jecrass borders, far too far to recall in time. But he had the army of Medains capital to call upon. Theyd sallied forth in neat, organized formation, marching at a slower pace southwards.

HoweverHigh King Perrics heavy cavalry were riding forth ahead of his infantry. Thousands of themmaking for the wagon.

It was simple if you saw it from above, like Niers Astoragon, the Wistram broadcast. At the rate of travel by the wagon with an oncoming speed from Medains army while being pursued by Jecrass at a velocity of

The wagon was going to reach Medains forces before Raelts main army. And Medains forces were fresh. All they had to do was keep the wagon moving and it would be behind Perrics army and in the capital.

It was going to

Another [Trick Rider] charged the escort of a hundred. This time he was close enough. An arrow struck his horse and it screamed. But the man pointed. And vanished.

[Flicker Charge].

The Gold-ranks ran through the place he had been. The [Lancers] missed. The [Trick Rider] was at the wagon. He saw the Silvereyes leader aiming a wand.

Horses forgive me.

The man spoke. Jecaina saw his blade flash. The horses screamed. And the wagon skidded as the animals fell. The wheels snapped and the entire carriage spilled to the side.

The [Trick Rider] vanished in a spray of acid, crying out as he was surrounded. The Gold-ranks in the wagon were thrown as the vehicle crashed. Jecaina was knocked across the wagon.

But her bonds were loosened. The [Duelist Princess] struggled. She kicked, got one leg free. She was lying on her back. The door. She had to

Get her!

The Gold-rank Captain grabbed her. He was dizzy; his head was bleeding. Jecaina kicked him in the face, her hands still bound. She struggled towards the door. Crawled out. The wagon was tilted, stoppedJecaina struggled out of one door.

Stop her!

One of the Gold-ranks kicked her in the side. Jecaina felt the impact, struggled forwardssomeone brought down the hilt of their sword on her head. she kept moving until three more people hit her and she stopped.

Pick her up and get her on the horses

More of Jecrass riders were coming. They charged into the desperate adventurers and Medains [Soldiers], dying to slow them down.

Full march. Move faster!

High King Perric saw the wagon stop and the group, unable to advance. Nowif you calculated the speed

Jecrass army was coming. The High King felt a knot in his stomach. Damn Raelt. This was not how the plan was supposed to work!

But it would work. If they just got her. The High King was so preoccupied with the skirmish around the [Princess] that he didnt hear the [General] until the man had to grab Perrics arm.

High King! More forces are coming from the south!

I know that! Once we have the [Princess]

Nosire! Its not Jecrass. Itsthe King of Destruction.

Perric slowly lowered the magnifying binoculars. And he turned his head south.

-

The King of Destructions army was on the move. [Rapid March] let them move at twice the normal speed of any army. Not fast enough to catch horses. Buthis entire vanguard was on the move.

Theyd abandoned their war camp. Now, Shepherd Zamea and the half-Giants marched alongside the Serpent Hunters. The Rustngmarder were formed around the King of Destruction and Parasol Stroll.

Teres rode next to Mars.

They were coming. Flos Reimarchs actions were a mystery to Perric at first.

The capital was open! He could have taken it!

And in that he misjudged Flos, just like Raelt. The King of Destruction was after bigger prey.

Milord, you swore an oath to not make war unjustly!

The [Vanguard] reminded her liege. Orthenon was riding ahead, chasing after Raelt and Jecaina.

Nonsense, Mars. Im just pursuing my foe. Andsomeone who kidnaps a [Princess], wellI think we should demand she be returned to King Raelt. Then we can sort out this terrible business of war.

The Illusionist grinned.

And if High King Perric objects?

Im sure hes a reasonable man. And if hes not willing to hand over the Princess of Jecrass at oncewell, that would be terrible.

The King of Destruction looked ahead. And his army laughed. Nownow Perric was counting troops.

He had his capitals army. Flos had his vanguard with the Kings Steward and the Illusionist. They were still several hours behind Jecrass forces, but they were crossing the border too. The High King made a rapid decision.

Get the [Princess]. Raelt will turn and fight! Capture her! Put a sword to her throat and if he doesnt turn now

He roared. Raelt was in sight of the wagon now.

It was like a picture out of stories. The desperate [King], riding at the head of his army, through the night to save his daughter. The shining army of Medain, poised for battle with the [High King] and his elites.

In the distance, the King of Destructions army, moving out from a pass between valleys. Laughing, ready for war.

A story. But Raelt just wanted his daughter back. He had never been more afraid. He saw the fighting around her. But he didnt see her.

The distant coast was illuminating as the sun set. The wind blew a few sails in the distance. Raelt gasped for air.

There!

Jecaina!

She was hanging limp. The Gold-rank Captain and two of his surviving adventurers had taken horses. They were fighting clear. Moving towards the heavy [Lancers] and [Knights] bearing down on them.

Too late. Too late! Raelt saw the Gold-rank turn. His sword was at Jecainas throat. The [King of Challenges] screamed. He aimed his blade. Closer and hed step across the distance.

Stop or she dies!

The Gold-rank of the Silvereyes was terrified. He dug his blade into Jecainas throat until blood ran. Raelt hesitated. But his army was coming. They had to get to her.

I said

The Gold-rank saw that the [King] was willing to risk it, or too mad with rage and fear to slow. So he changed his grip. He lifted Jecainas wrist

And dug his swords blade into her hand. Raelt saw the blade shear into her hand.

Stop.

He slowed. The Gold-rank Captain was tensed. Ready to cut through her sword arm. He looked over his shoulder as Jecrass army slowed.

It was enough.

We have archers, sire

Raelt held up a hand. The others were poised around the Gold-rank Captain. To cut at Jecaina. The heartless monsters. Could the arrows bring them all down before?

The Captain glanced over his shoulder. The first [Lancers] streamed towards him, less than a hundred paces away. He laughed as he saw the [King of Challenges] just standing there. Jecainas hand bled, limply, as the unconscious [Princess] lay there.

Lets go!

He turned, racing towards, the High Kings army. Jecrass forces hesitated. Waiting. Looking at their [King].

Another impossible choice. Her hand or? Raelt heard horns blowing. The King of Destructions army, far behind. Perhapsperhapshe looked over his shoulder.

At Flos Reimarch. The King of Destruction was watching through the scrying orb.

Wait, Raelt. Wait, and I will give you your daughter.

He spoke, as if to convince Raelt, though no spell connected the two. High King Perric was shouting.

Turn your army and fight him! We have her!

The first [Lancer] reached the Gold-rank Captain. He reached for Jecaina. The Gold-rank [Captain] gasped with relief. He lifted the [Princess], lifting his sword away and Raelt made a sound of despair. He saw a flicker

The [Lancer] disappeared. The Gold-rank adventurer blinked. He stared forwards.

The warriors armor was split in twain, as was his body. He slid from the horse. And there was silence.

-

Mars?

Teres turned in her saddle. She poked at the [Vanguard], Mars the Illusionist. Mars blinked back at her.

What?

Flos Reimarch looked ahead.

Orthenon?

-

The Steward slowed.

What?

-

Who

The Gold-rank Captain reached for Jecaina. Then he saw what had split the [Lancer] in twainmoving. It was

An axe. It rose into the air, red with blood, dripping gore and floated backwards. Spinning back into the hand that had thrown it. And then the hand moved and threwagain.

The adventurer next to the Gold-rank Captain vanished. She made not a sound. He spun, tracking the weapon as it flew back.

Im warning you! I have

[Perfect Throw]. [Homing Arc].

He heard the distant voice. The adventurer tried to duck. The second axe took him off at the chest. Blood ran down onto Jecainas face and woke her up. She stirred, then cried out in horror.

No

The last adventurer reached for her. And the axe struck again.

Medains forces fell back, crying out. The [Throwers] were from so far away! And the angleit came from neither the King of Destructions forces, nor Jecrass. Or Medains.

High King Perrics head slowly turned. He traced the arc and saw a figure standing on the dunes. The sun rose as the figure hurled the axe, clearing the area around Jecaina.

Honor shall be upheld.

He stood on the dunes. Behind himthe evening sun set and set the sails aglow. The Minotaur raised his hand and the axe flew into it. He pointed.

Advance.

More figures marched over the dunes. Away from the warships in the distance. Unwelcome guests.

But I didnt give them permission to land.

High King Perric spoke distantly. The Minotaurs ignored him. They marched forwards as Raelts army pivoted. Medains forces moved towards Jecaina. Jecrass met Medain.

The Minotaurs moved past the battle.

Do we interfere, General? The artillery is assembled and ready to fire.

The second thrower spoke to the commander. The Minotaur raised his horned head and glanced at the conflict. He shook his head slightly.

We have given the King of Jecrass his opportunity. Our foe lies ahead.

He pointed. The King of Destructions army.

-

Orthenon slowed. His hand tightened on the spear he carried.

Flos Reimarchs smile faded away. He looked ahead. Mars shifted. She lookednervous. The King of Destruction stared ahead and Teres remembered the stories of how his conquest hadended. She heard his voice.

Minotaurs.

Authors Note:

Its not perfect. But thats what it looked like in my head, roughly speaking. I did a lot of words this time. Next chapterfalling action. Or rising. Waitclimax? I need to study plot arcs again.

I hope you enjoyed it! This isthe Jecrass-Reim wars arc. We could have gone to Liscor, but I thought this was better for me. It had a lot of buildup. But I hope the whole piece looks at least a little glorious.

Speaking of gloriousthis is the art Im going to feature today. Enuryns Dragonthrone, featuring a tiny Rags and Teriarch! Its so beautiful its become one of my desktop wallpapers. Give him lots of appreciation!

The next chapter awaits. Too long in the future for you, too soon for my hands! Thanks for reading!

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Dragonthrone by Enuryn the [Naturalist]!