The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 15

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When he first arrived here, he thought it was a glorious adventure.

Of course, hed been confused, scared, intimidated by a world apart. Yetdidnt everyone dream of falling into a story? If not a book, then a movie, a video game? Like many people, he had thought, if it were me, Id not make that mistake, or Id have done this.

I would love to have that chance. I should love to be a hero. Because, surely, I can do it better.

In truth, his perspective was that of most of the people who had come here. He had been disabused of the notion.

Not right away. Still, Joseph remembered his rude awakening. Unlike Imani, it had been when he finally got his chance. After being an involuntary house guest of Magnolia Reinhart, they had been able to become adventurers. He had been armed with enchanted gear, escorted even, to fight monsters.

It was as Joseph tried to hack apart a giant centipede, seeing the flailing legs wriggle horribly even on the bisected parts, blood covering his legs and boots, hearing the sounds his sword made as it lodged in its squirming insides, trying to saw it in half, that the dream ended. Combat was hacking apart people with sharp weapons, not glorious, flashing swords and the thrill of battle.

Magic was studying.

People died. Sometimes in moments, horribly.

And they wondered why he started drinking. Disillusionment had sunk over most of the Earthers that Magnolia Reinhart had relinquished to Ryoka Griffin. They had been useless, worthless, not even strictly worth the effort of holding onto and feeding.

This had been a truth until he met Erin Solstice and seen that it wasnt this world that was too difficult, too gritty and real, it was just him.

Despair twice. However, somehow, time and a bit of kindness, a bit of willingness to help and see potential had seen Joseph kicking a football around on the grass. Thus, his mundane ability to play his favorite sport turned magical. That was Erin Solstices magic.

Now she was dead. If there was a moral to the story, Joseph Ortega didnt see it. Take away that last bit and it was a hopeful, wonderful story. He woke up, head pounding, sweating and entangled in his sheets, dreaming the centipedes were after him and hed lost his sword. He sat up, as sunlight streamed through the window. It cast a diagonal line across his torso, warming him. The light wood floorboards and walls, light blue curtains next to the expensive glass windows and wooden shutters were nothing like his home on Earth.

It was exceedingly comfy, of course. The mattress wasnt spring, but it was stuffed. Joseph had a carpet hed actually been given, with a wave-pattern around the edges and a stylized Human kicking a football in the center.

Actually hand-woven, a gift. His table and the dresser both held souvenirs, a few cardboard autograph pads, an empty bottleand the hangover cure potion Joseph went for first. He sat, staring at a map of the known world hed tacked to one wall, and an advert.

Think you can kick a ball? Try out for Liscors Soccer Team today! The Flood Crabs are holding tryouts!

He had carefully crossed out soccer and replaced it with football. Even now, the poster made him smile.

Flood Crabs. A combination of Floodplains and Rock Crabs, once hed explained some of the naming conventions of sports teams. Of course, it had been a lot of wrangling and half the Drakes wanted to be called Liscors Dragons, which neither the Gnolls nor Joseph had been keen on.

Flood Crabs had personality. It wasnt generic and it stuck in the mind. Joseph was proud of the poster, he really was. He looked at it.

Hand-illustrated.Someone wrote all those big, block letters, actually painted it, illustrated everythingand they had to copy the design a hundred times.

A printer could copy that easily with ink and power. Yet Liscors Council had paid for illustrated posters, and gifted one to Joseph.

It meant something more than a printed poster. Joseph sat there, staring at it, blinking sleepily as the morning light crept upwards. He ruffled his hair, blinking at a mirroranother giftand seeing a half-naked young man with warm black hair, the beginnings of a mustache and beard since he hadnt shaved, and a slightly-pained expression as the hangover medicine took away his headache.

Joseph Ortega, from Spain, from Earth. Perhaps the only person from his country in the world; certainly, the only one hed met.

Well, Leon gets to find out.

The young man rubbed at his head, recalling the incident of yesterday. Another close call. Literally paralyzed and held hostage by a [High Mage]. Helpless as a bug before real danger. He shuddered and glanced at the empty bottle.

He kept trying, and he kept failing to quit. Once more, Joseph supposed it was the arrogance of inexperience. Hed assumed (if hed ever thought of it), that hed be able to quit an addiction. He knew, intellectually, how hard it was and how people struggled with alcoholism, smoking. Yet it was one thing to recall and another to experience.

Worse still, since he could take Octavias sobering potions or hangover cures and not have to pay much for his habit. His head thumped back onto the pillow and Joseph indulged in some good self-hatred for breakfast.

He did not actually rise for breakfast for a while. Because today, Joseph was dreading the harder parts in life, and he knew it was stupid. He had been given a second chance. Found that he was a celebrity for playing football, and not even close to well. His casual knowledge was treated like gospel.

Joseph had made it. Yet he still felt crummy, and felt bad for that. So he lay on his back, until a superior fighter opened the door and strode into the room.

A superlative warrior, a far better survivalist in this world. Also, arguably now the best [Mage] in the inn. Mrsha the Archmage strutted into Josephs room, sniffing. She stopped when she saw Joseph.

Mrsha? What are you doing here?

He sat up, blinking at her. She looked around, walking on two legs instead of four. Mrsha stared aboutthen found what she wanted.

Aha! She grabbed something by the door. Joseph saw her pick up the classic white-and-black ball. Harder to make in this world; the [Leatherworker] had had a fit when he understood it had to be white and black, both leathers being hard to dye or acquire naturally.

She picked it up, and waved at Joseph. He waved back. Mrsha pointed at the ball, which everyone called a soccer ball much to his annoyance.

Uh. You want the ball? Go ahead.

He blinked at it as she nodded, made a thank you gesture with one paw, and tottered out of the room with it. Joseph heard a shout from down the hallway. As he fully woke up, he heard a familiar, excited voice.

Mrshas got the ball! Mrsha, Mrshamrshamrshapass it here! Is Joseph awake? Thats his personal ball, right? Are we allowed to use it?

Ekirra. Joseph listened and wished, just for a moment, he could live up to the little Gnolls idolization of him. He hid in his room as he heard the little Gnoll racing around downstairs. At last though, he stood up and faced the quiet inn, without Erin. Another day.

It was sort of a downer day for Joseph. Something else Earthers could identify with. Anyone, really.

-

Niers Astoragon hated children. He also realized he hated soccer, at least in principle.

In general, perhaps. It was something about little children, who were so careless and might step on a six-inch tall person, or throw something in a fit of anger, and a ball larger than he was that was kicked at high velocities that made Niers Astoragon the Fraerling uncomfortable.

He couldnt have said why. Yet as he started his first day in The Wandering Inn as a proper sort of guestor fugitivehis one ally in the inn seemed excited enough to kick the bouncy ball around. Niers watched Mrsha and the other, brown Gnoll child kicking it around in the common room of the inn.

He had thoughts. With a tiny bit of chalk, broken off from an actual piece of chalk, the Titan scribbled some notes down.

Lets see. Miss Erin Solstice isfrozen. Im separated from home. I am being hunted. Everyone knows I am in Izril. My one ally is a little Gnoll. A white Gnoll, and I wish to Djinni that I knew exactly what that meant. Shes mute, but she can cast magicTiers 1-2. I have limited artifacts, and, oh yes. A magical portal door, in theory.

There were not a lot of assets to work with, but after some thought, he made some addendums.

All the resources of an inn, really. Which are considerable for a Fraerling, as well as indirect access to multiple master artisans, not to mention magical assistance from both [Mages] and [Shamans]. In theory. Not so bad. In factif I werent up against the Great Companies and their agents, Id call this excellent.

He turned to his attentive student as, below him, the little Gnoll called Ekirra launched a shot that bounced off a wall and Mrsha ran after it. Niers was sitting on one of the beams high above the common room, which afforded him an unparalleled spying and hiding place.

His student waved itsherantennae at him. Niers eyed the huge, insectile face and slowly wrote down another point.

Issue of transportation/maneuverability? Solved: Ashfire Bee. Name: Apista. Somewhat tame, upgraded stinger, dubious intelligence.

A feeler poked Niers in the back and he swore. He batted at Apista.

Stop that!

Apparently it belonged to a[Princess]? Niers shook his head. Mrsha had explained, but there were limits even to the Titans credulity. Yet he clearly saw the marks of a [Beast Tamer]s Skills on the bee. He nodded to her.

Lets get breakfast.

He stood up, having assuaged his curiosity as far as watching the inns guests and staff this morning. Hed marked a few interesting things; the Hobgoblins, the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings, and so on.

Where are the two damned Gentlemen Callers?

Apista didnt answer, of course. She waited, lowering herself down as Niers climbed onto her back. The Ashfire Bee was a foot long. Niers was six inches. He could actually ride her around, and she was strong enough to fly with him on her.

She took off, and Niers reflected it was a novel solution to the Fraerlings issues of travel. Two issues?

One, Apista was hot. Not in a good way either; the bees natural temperatures were way above what any insect should survive. Magical creatures. Niers needed a saddle. Especially because of point two

The buzzing wings generated a hefty backdraft, so Niers clung to her fuzzy body as bits of pollen made his legs sticky. He cursed as she flew down from the beams.

You stupid bee! I told you to watch out! Watch out. Dont fly like normal! Im

Apista did a barrel roll. Niers bit off a shout as he clung to her. To Imani, walking out of the kitchen with some food for the table, she just saw Apista doing a cute little twist and turn as she flew towards the Garden of Sanctuary.

You stupid bee!

Niers bellow-whispered as they flew into the Garden of Sanctuary. Apista was much hurt. This was not a nurturing relationship! The little man that Mrsha seemed to admire didnt have much respect for her. Still, she obediently ferried him to his secret home in the jungle biome. Niers landed on one of the trees, walked over to the hollowed-out home Mrsha had helped him make, and promptly threw up.

Ihave never had a flight that bad in ten years.

He told Apista. It was true; all the birds Niers rode around for fast-travel in Baleros did not spin or corkscrew, or for the joy of it, fly all the way up to the dome, stop flying, and dive-bomb towards the grass and level off just a second before impact.

Apista flew like a drunk albatross. She looked hurt, so Niers eventually relented.

Here, bugdo bees even eat this? I know wasps do. Damn bastards.

The bee could get behind that sentiment. She delicately edged over and had some of the honey and bread Mrsha had smuggled out for Niers. It was good, especially since Niers had his pick of succulents.

Salami, six varieties of cheese, pizza, lasagna, eight different fish dishes, ice creamalthough that had meltednineteen flavors of drink

Most of the hollowed-out space in the tree was just food, and cotton stolen from a pillow that Niers had used as bedding and pillows. He didnt need more and this was heavenly after the High Passes.

Also, he had a lot of food because he was a Fraerling and Mrsha could steal crumbs and feed him for a week. Shed gone a bit overboard, but then, Niers had gone overboard in feasting after hed woken up to find his fortunes had finally changed for the better.

His arm still hurt, but he was taking it easy and it was still braced. A few more days and maybe a bit more healing potion would see it right. Niers sighed and sat down. He saw two little Gnolls race into the [Garden of Sanctuary] after a second. A pair of Fortress Beavers watched as the ball shot around the garden, bouncing off the grassy hill, rolling into the mushroom biomeApista nibbled as Niers murmured.

Fortress Beavers, Ashfire Bee, a magical garden. Some place, huh?

Apista wiggled her antennae at him. Which reminded Niers. He grunted as he got up and rummaged around the makeshift home.

Youre the strangest animal here by far, though.

She looked hurtright up until he pulled out the tiny spliff hed cut from the larger one. He handed one to her and the two began to smoke.

A bee that stole and hoarded dreamleaf. Niers puffed away as Apista lit both with a few flaps of her wings and some ignition from her body. He eyed the bee as she inhaled the fumes.

Tolerable.

He had to admit it. Niers began planning his next move, a lot more comfortable than he should have been.

-

The sound of children playing was odd in The Wandering Inn. Was ittoo soon?

Perhaps. Joseph didnt air the thought, yet he let it ride as Ekirra and Mrsha played. Visma had joined them too.

It might have been Imani shared the sentiment, because shed exiled them to the Garden. The lower garden of course; theyd never climb up the hill.

Morning, Joseph.

She greeted him with a smile. He tried to answer her. Imani clearly made an effort to smile. Why shouldnt he try?

Hey, Imani. Uhhow are things?

It was about as bad a question as you could get. How are things? Yet Imani took it in stride, briskly handing him a plate with delicious smells wafting from it.

Good. Ive got work in fifteen minutes. Your foods hot.

Thanks

Thats not for you. Thats for Kevin. Take it to him, would you? He never showed for dinner so I think hes passed out in his shop in Esthelm.

Oh.

Joseph lamely re-covered the plate. Imani smiled again and he reflected shed stepped up to her responsibilities.

Perhaps it was teaching [Cooks]. Perhaps that was who Imani had been before trauma and Crelers. The inn had given her back her life and confidence.

Plus, a boyfriend. Palt nodded at Joseph, eyes knowing. Joseph felt it odd that he was used to seeing a giant Centaur trotting about and giving Imani a peck on the cheek.

Hello, Imani, verdant bloom of the jungles.

You told me all of Baleros most vivid flowers are poisonous, Palt.

Er, so I did. Late night, Joseph? Need a pick-me-up?

The [Illusionist] and [Smoker] could definitely tell. Joseph grinned lamely.

I have a potion, thanks.

Cigar?

Imani swatted it down. Joseph hadnt been sure hed have taken it.

I told you, its unhealthy, Palt.

And I told you, thats what [Healers] and potions are for.

The Centaur was unmoved. Also, Joseph knew everyone save for Galina had tried or used Palts cigars from time to time.

At least not when youre eating. It ruins the taste! I have to go.

Whos looking after Mrsha?

Joseph hesitated, pointing to the three playing kids in the open door. Imani glanced at him quizzically.

Ishkr.

Oh, right.

That was that. Imani left, briskly, not unfriendly at all, with Palt in tow. Joseph looked at the food, headed for the door.

Going somewhere, sir?

A surly Gnoll greeted him. She was shorter as Gnolls went, and had the barest attempt at a smile on her face.

ErLiska? Id like to go to Esthelm.

Right away, sir. Will you be returning soon? I will check for you in ten minutes, then. Have a lovely day.

She said it in the tone that indicated her older brother had been lecturing her about proper service. She was in charge of the door, though, and Imani and Palt were already in Liscor. Joseph trotted through, thinking.

Imani had made it and seemed to have no regrets. Erin and Ryoka were the examples to look up to. In the same way

Kevin was indeed asleep at his desk. He sat up as Joseph opened the door to the back room of Solar Cycles.

Your Majesty, Im awoh. Hey, Joseph.

Joseph would have laughedbut that was the eighth time Kevin had done that. Joseph offered the covered plate and Kevins eyes widened.

Is it breakfast already? Dude, thank you. I must have dozed off and

He lamely indicated his desk. Lamely, but not to Joseph. The sheets of orders tacked to the walls, the schedule Kevin had drawn up, not to mention the fact that he was keeping inventory, working on new blueprints for the bicycles, and essentially starting a business by himself with international clients wasamazing. Joseph handed Kevin the tray and saw how hungry the young man was.

No problem, Kevin. Hows business?

Were getting more [Smiths] to work on the mundane bikes. This is so good. Imanis like, a saint. Sorry, I havent eaten all day! I mean, yesterday.

No problem.

Joseph rubbed at his head, repeating himself. He was definitely out of sorts today. Perhaps it was the comparisons.

It was a bad idea to compare yourself against people. Especially in this inn, but in general. Even after Erin hadwell, it was comparisons that haunted Joseph, he realized.

I can take your other plates and stuff.

Dude. Appreciated. I can get them thoughI just have work and a meeting in likeuhwhats the time?

Its not a problem. Do your thing.

Joseph grabbed a stack of six plates and cutlery. Kevin gave him a grateful look.

Youre awesome, man.

No, you are. Joseph saw Kevin gobbling his food. He had a meeting with Pelt in a few minutes, and hed be negotiating with a [Merchant] later today.

Kevins strengths were his ability to get along with people, his knowledge of how to run a shop, write a ledger, and frankly, knowing how a bicycle worked. The fact that he could get along with Pelt, the Dwarf [Smith] who was cantankerous as any old man Joseph had met, was amazing.

A bit of Erin in him. By the same token, Imanis skills were managing a kitchens supplies, cooking of course, teaching, and having sex with horse-guys.

Joseph thought about that last part. He slapped the side of his head in an unfriendly way. That hurt. Seriously though, how did?

As he trotted back through the doorway, Liska wrinkled her nose at him.

Better put those to be washed. I guess I have to do it. Dont eat anything off them until theyre scrubbed, though. One of them has mold on it.

Oh. Thank you, Liska. Erthanks for getting the door, too.

He only remembered to thank her this time. She growled.

Youre welcome.

Yet she looked a bit mollified. Joseph wanted to remember to do things as mundane as thank people for making breakfast and so on.

But he was not a Kevin. Not an Imani, either.

He was not a Leon or Troy, he was pretty sure. That was a low bar, though. However, Joseph could look at himself and find less amiability than Kevin. A bit more xenophobia, like seeing Palt and Imani together and wonderingdid they have sex? More envy, oh yes. Less control with things like drinking.

Less of being the good, or decent person hed thought he always was.

-

Imani had put out food for Joseph. A very fineJosephs face fell.

It hadnt occurred to him as Kevin ate to note breakfast. The [Engineer] had made it vanish instantly, anyways.

Breakfast was pincho, pincho de tortilla, a potato omelette from Spain. Nostalgic, and Joseph realized he must have mentioned it to Imani. Thus, the [Chef] had taken the time to make it for him.

He ate it, savoring each nostalgic bite and felt worse. Comparisons haunted Joseph. For instance, as mentioned, it wasnt just Imani or Kevin that made you feel bad about yourself.

Feeling proud of being able to bench a hundred and eighty pounds? Stare at the weight room list, or just watch Bezale work out in the mornings.

Think you were good at chess? Play Bird or half of the Antinium. Bird had somehow evolved to the point where he had once beaten Joseph while never looking at the chessboard. Hed learned it from Erin, of course.

Think you know misery? Mrsha, Ryoka, and half the inn could tell you about real trauma.

Of course, all this was a futile effort to begin with. Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses. Each person was able to do something the others were not, and etcetera, etcetera, value yourself. Joseph knew that.

It was justJoseph finished his breakfast, excitement turning to glumness again. He could wait no longer, though. The sun was rising, the morning begunhe stood, stretched, and saw the little Gnoll race into the common room. Ekirra had smelled he was here, of course.

Hello, Mister Coach Joseph! Are we going to practice?

Joseph tried to smile. He fooled Ekirra as Visma and Mrsha watched. The little Gnoll boy, like Mrsha, disdained clothes. Yet he had on the jersey of Liscors Flood Crabs and his number, 3, hand-stitched to the back. He looked excited, as a member of the Little Crabs team should be.

The young man sighed, and nodded. He and Ekirra got to work. The [Kicker], Joseph Ortega, headed outside to start his day.

-

Joseph was a Level 11 [Kicker]. Here were some facts for you: he had [Lesser Dexterity], [Lesser Endurance], [Power Kick], [Accelerated Sprint]

And his latest Skill was green.

It was nothing special as green Skills went. At least, Joseph didnt think so.

[Pinpoint Distance Kick]. As the fabled new Skills wentit was not an [Immortal Moment]. However, it stood out to Joseph because it was new.

Thus, no one had ever needed or gained a Skill like this before. A Skill for a game, not battle.

Football. Which made sense when you thought about it. [Pinpoint Distance Shot] was probably some [Archer] Skill that combined range and accuracy, very necessary. Who needed to kick a rubber ball that far, though?

A good player, that was who. Joseph was proud of that. He greeted both teams. Forty six players stared at him.

Twenty three per team. Adults and children, made up of Gnolls, Drakes, and three Humans not including him.

Yes, only eleven players on each team could take to the field at one time. However, substitutions were important and the standard from Josephs world meant hed suggested a limit of twenty three.

Because hed said it, it was now law. The [Kicker] saw children and adults staring at him, all wearing the jerseys, all ready to start practicing.

It was eerie. Joseph had been a dedicated part of his football team. Yet if he thought high school and middle school dedication was one thingthese players were even more driven.

They were never late. He had to tell them to go back if they were sick or worn out. Theyd play even if they really injured themselves and they trained without complaint. Because they were leveling. Becausethis was a career.

Football had come to Liscor. They were practicing on the vast, flattened land that Hexel had smoothed for them, kept clear of monsters by the Watch. Liscors Council had even paid Viceria to regrow all the grass for a proper turf instead of waiting.

Good to see you all. You know the drill! Lets warm up!

Joseph was not an expert. He had cobbled together teams training menu from memory. Thus, each day, the Flood Crabs and Little Crabs warmed up the same way.

Jog, first. They ran around Liscor, even the kids doing a lap. The adults were encouraged to run in their own time. Not just run, though; they did all the exercises that an athlete had to perform, which had elicited sniggers the first few weeks.

Not now. Now? [Guards] waved down at the players, shouting encouragement. Some civilians did the same, and kids copied the pro-team, looking envious or hoping Joseph would see talent there.

Ekirra ran with the younger players, having learned to walk on two legs just so he could jog along. Forwards, backwardsand that was the start.

After the lap, they did side shuffles. Skipping, kicks, high knees, hopsexercises designed to build flexibility and muscle. Joseph made everyone stretch, and only after nearly thirty minutes of warming up did they even get to the practice.

Okay, Flood Crabsrelays! Little Crabs, lets start with passing.

There was only one Joseph and since Kevin and Rose were now busy, he alternated the physical training with technical. The adults knew the score and set up; they ran from one line to another, turning around and racing back the way theyd came.

Suicides were another word for the exercise, although the first time hed used that term, Joseph had caused a small incident, so he called it relays instead. Meanwhile, the Little Crabs were practicing passing. Theyd long since graduated from just kicking the balls back and forth. These days, they had to dribble and pass between each other, faster and faster, over longer distances.

Joseph watched approvingly as the Little Crabs practiced. They were good. Better than hed been at their age? Wellnot in control.

Ekirra kicked a bit too hard and a Drake ran off after the ball. However, hed had only a month or two to play! His ears flattened and he shouted.

Sorry, Coach!

Its fine. Dont worry, thats why were practicing.

That was what Joseph thought was too serious. Ekirra looked afraid hed be kicked off the team for one mistake! Joseph knew there were tough coaches; hed had one for middle school. He didnt want to be that.

He watched with half an eye, then turned to the Flood Crabs.

Ush! Youre going faster.

A Gnoll about Josephs age stopped and grinned. He was sprinting the relays and Joseph knew he couldnt match that.

Thanks, Joseph. Got [Quick Movement] last night.

You dont say? Thats great. Well see how this changes you on offense.

Ush was a second striker, but given his new Skill, Joseph might have to try him in a winger or the main striker position. Skills changed how football was played in so many ways.

In more ways than one. Joseph let the Flood Crabs build their muscles; Skills changed things, but they could multiply hard work rather than just replace it. He watched the Little Crabs go from passes to trying to score on the goalkeeper gamely blocking their shots.

Something was apparent, though. The Little Crabs were behind the Flood Crab team because they were children and the adults could practice longer and picked up advanced techniques, despite the motivation and enthusiasm of kids. Coordination was lacking; that was fine. Theyd play against kids their age.

However, Ekirra kept messing up. Eight times, he missed a pass, and a Gnoll or Drake or the only Human girl would go running after the ball he kicked too hard.

Ekirra, take a break. Whats wrong? Are you trying to kick less hard?

Joseph flagged him down after the last cycle, where Ekirras kick had actually missed the goal and gone off nearly a hundred pacestoo far right.

Sorry, Coach. My aims bad. I wanted to practice with Mrsha, but I cant hit the goal. Please dont kick me off the team.

Ekirras ears were flat and he looked like hed cry if Joseph did. The young man squatted down, patting Ekirras shoulder reassuringly.

I wouldnt do that. Youre fast, you work hardyou pass really well!

Besides, Ekirra had helped start football in this world. Joseph wouldnt cut him no matter what, and if that was favoritism, so be it. He looked at Ekirra. The kid didnt take the game lightly

Has something changed?

Itsmy Skill.

Joseph blinked. Ekirra glanced up with one huge, brown eye and kicked the ground.

You got a Skill?

Yep. Im Level 5 now. And I got [Lesser Strength]. But I cant

Joseph stared as Ekirra babbled nervously. He looked at the ball Ekirra had blasted past the goal. Then he started laughing. Ekirra looked terrified until Joseph ruffled the fur on the top of his head.

Thats not a problem. Say it earlier! You just need more practice. Come on, well have you get your aim back in. Flood Crabs! Lets do our practice! Little Crabsrelays! Metas, you and Ekirra will do some passing practice!

-

How fast they improved. Joseph felt better as Ekirra brightened up and he was soon working with the adults.

Now they were good. No basic passes with them; Joseph was teaching them tricks. Proper headers, how to evade someone trying to steal the ball while dribblingwas it too soon for two month players?

The answer was no. Joseph had the ball stolen from him twice when he ran demonstrations despite his best attempts.

Skills!

Ush grinned at him; Joseph had lost the ball despite trying to show off the evasive trick where the ball seemed to stick to your feet as you rotated around someone.

Just do that in the game.

Joseph grinned, and the players nodded. They had a lot of respect, even the ones who were older than Joseph by nearly a decade. Hed been worried, but again, Erin Solstice had laid down the path for this.

Looking good! How about a game?

Two hours in, the teams looked up excitedly. They were tired, but stamina potions put them right back in the mood for a game. Joseph selected teams, trying to balance them, putting substitutes against regular players, mixing up the standards.

Testing out new Skills, too. Ekirra wasnt the only player who got new Skills regularly. Ush was a main striker for the first game, then a winger. Ekirra got to take main striker and scored six times in the first game.

Ill goalie.

Joseph took over for the poor Drake boy who had to try to block the overpowered kicks. Not only that; the football curved as one Drake booted it towards Joseph. He dovecaught it.

Not bad! What is that?

[Homing Kick], Coach!

Thats great. Lets see you do that after a pass in, though. Dont just run at me; surprise me! Even if it curves, I can get it. Whos got [Flash Kick]? Lets set up a combo!

That was fun. Yes, it did feel a bitoverpowered. Especially when Joseph had to block an Ekirra-kick that hurt. It was like someone ten years older smashing the ball at him!

It made the game more fun, though. Joseph glanced up as a roar came from the other pitch.

Coach! How are we supposed to stop that?

Ush bellowed, pointing angrily up. Joseph saw the Human goalkeeper, a brawny guy called Elmoin, angrily punch the wooden goalpost. It looked like four goals from Team A on Team Ball due to a single player.

Lemiss! Over here! Both teams, take a break! Drink some waterand get a snack! Menua, take over as goalie for me? Little Crabs, dont kick the ball into her face! Im looking at you, Ekirra!

The others did just that. And the main striker, the MVP of the Flood Crabsflew down to talk with Joseph.

Lemiss was an Oldblood Drake. She was one of two fliers on the team, and had just enabled her team to score four times in a row, kicking the ball in from the air.

Its not that she scores, Coach. But how are we supposed to stop her when someone passes to her in the air?

Ush complained. Joseph saw the problem. Honestlyaerial passes were not a problem that occurred on Earth. Yet hed brought football to this world, and now the fliers wanted to play.

How did you stop a pass to the air? Lemiss had cheerfully shot the ball down to her teammates, effectively letting them cross the field without a chance of interruption.

Its bad enough when half the team are fliers. They just pass from air to air and we have to make sure they never get it or bet on our fliers intercepting. But with Lemiss and Rellsand no one else with us

Josephs arms were folded and he was nodding. Both Oldblood Drakes had been on Team A, a miscalculation on his part.

The rest of the Flood Crabs drifted over, with water and snacks in their claws, paws, or hands. All provided courtesy of Liscors [Shopkeepers] of course. They wanted to support their team. They wanted to win. This was something for Liscor to be proud of. Best soccer team in Izril. And they were playing other cities too! Joseph felt a pangbut concentrated on the issue.

We took Pallass in the first game.

Everyone nodded proudly at that. Broadcast across the world! Over three hundred thousand gold pieces worth of bets, or so Joseph had been told. A lot of money made because Liscor had hosted the game, and merchandise sold? Not to mention being the stars of their team. All of it was great.

It hadnt been easy, though. Joseph pointed out the obvious hed gotten from his post-mortems.

We won that game because Pallass had far worse technique than ours. They had great Skills and team playersno cohesion. Their aerial game let them score, but if we kept the ball on the ground, we ran circles around them. The tradeoff with an aerial team is they have to take off and commit to the air. They mess up, they expose themselves.

Literally. It was 17-6; a slaughter. Ush and the others nodded, smiling, but Lemiss raised a claw.

Coachwhat if they get better, though? Rells and I can actually pass across the field if we do it right. With Pallass in the airthey could strike on the goal without ever touching the ground.

That was true. Joseph hesitated.

Whats the solution here? Get your players Rings of Jumping? Have them do some kind of trick where two of them throw a third up to intercept?

All those ideas sounded impractical. Unbalanced towards a flying opponent. In the end, Joseph exhaled.

I think I know what it has to be. This is uh, a Human game mostly. So fliers werent ever something we really considered. Webanned flying spells and magic, of course.

The other players nodded. Casual pickup games could use magic, but any real game was only Skills, no artifacts or enchantments. Joseph went on, uncertain, but feeling his way through.

For a flying opponentits totally unbalanced if they can score with impunity.

Lemiss and Rells looked worried. Did they think they were going to be cut? Joseph hurried on.

So I think the way it should be is this: limits on passes. Only one aerial pass is allowed; not consecutive passes from air-to-air players. Alsowere implementing a rule from another sport. No aerial player can be passed to or shoot ahead of a ground player. Its not much, but it means they cant just skim around and use that to their advantage.

What about shooting on the goal? Rells just hovered next to the goal and kicked it in.

Then well have a minimum distance on flying players.

That seemed fair. Joseph saw Rells and Lemiss nodding in relief. He clapped his hands.

Lets try it out! Give me Lemiss and Rells on one team again, and pass to them! Really try to drive an edge over a ground-based team. Go!

-

It worked. Of course, they had to tweak things, but the new rules radically limited the edge flight could give a player. It was also still risky to shoot to a flying player; if you prevented them from juggling the ball in the air, they had to instantly pass it down to another player like a ping pong ball, which meant interceptions were far easier.

Ultimately, it added to the sport, not detracted. Joseph was smiling as he and the Flood Crabs analyzed the game.

I think these rules work! Well practice under them, but rememberthose arent the rules for the games. We need to see if the other teams agree to adopt them.

What? Why do we have to do that? Coach?

Lemiss stared at Joseph. He hesitated.

They might not agree.

But youre Joseph. You introduced the game! Just tell them the new rulesI bet there are those spies watching and passing them on as we speak!

So saying, Ush gestured with one paw towards a hill in the distance. Joseph looked and saw someone duck down. He stood there, and felt it again.

Joseph the Soccer Player. Thanks, Erin. Yet still. Joseph. He wasnt the person whod written the rules on the game. He was the game. The young man looked around.

Well, I guess those are the rules.

His team cheered him. The [Kicker] felt his back itching. Presently, to get rid of it, because hed been watching the game he loved, he made a suggestion.

Why dont we play a game? Ill join Team A, though. I want to try my new Skill.

They cheered that. Joseph grinned, and his team began wrangling to play with their coach or against, depending on their personalities.

That was his first, real, mistake of the day.

-

Joseph tried his [Pinpoint Distance Kick] and watched Elmoins eyes go wide. He heard the epithet even across the football pitch.

A longer pitch, incidentally. Nearly twice as long. That was due to Skills; players like Ush meant it was justified. As well as a goal one point five times larger. Harder to defend? Oh yes.

Still, the Human [Blocker], who had actually been a [Shield Warrior] before changing careers and coming to Liscor, had the time to activate a Skill.

[Static Shield]!

A light, azure force field blocked the upper-right corner and the hammer shot Joseph had launched from across the entire field at commendable velocitybounced. At the same time, the [Static Shield] broke.

With a surprisingly crisp shattering sound. Elmoins Skillthe reason Joseph had taken him as a goalkeepercreated a shield that stayed in the air wherever he wanted. His was about as tough as thick glass, though; it could block a strike or a few arrows, but it wasnt as strong as higher-level Skills.

Great for football. Joseph groaned as Elmoin booted the ball to another player.

Cheap shot, Coach!

Lemiss laughed as she flew out on defense. Joseph grinned. He ran across the field. No [Quick Movement], but [Accelerated Sprint] was goodeven if he was tired. Still, he had [Lesser Dexterity], [Lesser Endurance]. If he had Ekirras Skills?

He found himself coming up against Rells, on the ground. The Drake had dodged two players. Joseph slid in, snagged the ball. He began dribbling it forwards, looking for a pass. He wasnt going to grandstand like the first game where hed been the ace. H

Sorry, Coach!

Ush stole the ball in a blur. Joseph cursed, but aborted the pithy words when he saw Ekirra and the Little Crabs watching the adults, learning. The little Gnolls ears were perked and he stared at his hero.

Nice job! Get back here!

Ush laughed. So did the other players vying for the ball; Lemiss got it in a diving kick that caught the Gnoll by surprise.

They loved the game. They took it seriously, they liked to level and they knew this might be a career for life. Ekirras parents had high hopes in him, which was why theyd enrolled him. Ekirra, leveling up at his age? They were beyond proud and encouraging.

Coach!

Lemiss passed. Joseph spun, caught the ball, headed towards Elmoin for a rematch.

He never made it. A second player, Maun, a female Gnoll, snagged the ball. Joseph lashed out

[Flash Kick]!

At least knock it out of bounds, despite the kick. Or someone else would get it! Maun

[Evasive Maneuver]! Whoa! Scary, Coach!

Dodged. And took the ball with her! It jumped Josephs foot. He sprinted after her, snagged it back. He was running in the clear now, as other players blocked Team B. He saw Ush coming from the side, but Joseph adjusted his body. They were going to vie for the ball and he was nearly ready to score.

He had [Power Kick]waiting. Joseph took the ball around him. He juked, feinting left

Ush stole the ball again. He zoomed past Joseph, looking delighted. The young man slowed. Then he felt it.

I am outmatched.

It was a realization. Not a question or suspicion. Hed gotten the ball thanks to being passed to, but even as he ran back to position, he saw it.

Felt it. Joseph lost the ball six more times. He shot twice on goal. Both times blocked.

It was like the one time a college player had decided to bully the high school team. Hed walked onto the pitch and stolen every ball, scored with every shot. Faster, stronger

More than that, better at the game. Talented enough to win a scholarship. It was that last which Joseph felt now.

Ush was one of twenty three players in Liscor, male and female, chosen for the team. Joseph had picked him during the try-outs for his ability to snag the ball like that. When hed been teaching them, Joseph had run rings around an amateur. Now?

It was like trying to dodge a hurricane which snagged the ball each time. Trying to steal the ball back? Like trying to kick a spider dancing on a silken thread in the wind. The ball disappeared left, or right, and Ush grinned at Joseph as the young man slowed again.

Stop taking it easy on us, Coach! Or well get big heads!

Aha. I

They were moving too fast for Joseph to finish. Which was good because he didnt have anything to say. That was what hurt most, by the by.

They thought he was better and holding back. The Flood Crabs looked at Joseph, teasing, admiring, after the game ended. Team A won despite Joseph, and they laughed.

Look at that. Taking it easy on us to show us its a team effort. Joseph could almost hear their thoughts as Lemiss joked with Ush. He smiled, unable, afraid to tell them the truth. He stood there, Joseph the Soccer Player.

I think thats it for today. Good hustle, team. Ioh?

Some of the audience whod come out to watch had flooded the field at this. Joseph saw an excited young woman, Human, thrust out something towards him.

Excuse meIm a huge fan. Can I get an autograph?

Hey! You cant just bother the coach! No civilians on the field!

Ush looked outraged. Joseph saw the young womans face fall. He took the quill.

Its fine this time.

Sorry, Coach. We should really get security. Youre too popular. We are going to crush Invrisil in the next game!

A player grinned at Joseph as the lucky autographee was escorted away with the other civilians begging autographs or wanting to talk. Joseph stood there. Trying to smile.

And they wonder why I drink. Damn me. Why do I have to be so jealous? So petty?

Ill see you all tomorrow. Hope you all level.

He turned to the team. Ush grinned.

I just did yesterday. But heres hoping. Level 17 [Kicker]!

The Gnoll of Josephs age offered a paw to high-five. Josephfelt his petty evil welling in his heart. So he betrayed them before lunch time. He was sorry.

Yet he was a Joseph. Not a Kevin. Let alone an Erin.

-

Of such rank and injust betrayal of all I held dear, my heart could only twist and break and grieve for the goodness now wronged before mine eyes.

            Mrsha the Grieving, in regards to the time Numbtongue ate her lemon tart.

Little Ekirra loved soccer. Soccer was fun. Soccer was life.

He got to level because of soccer. No one had higher levels than he did! Mrsha said she did, but she lied all the time about stuff.

His parents were really happy about it too. Theyd bought him his jersey, and Coach Joseph was great. He was bouncing his personal soccer ball with his team as they chattered on the way through the south gatethen Ekirras eyes went wide.

I forgot my belt pouch!

Hed left it in the inn when he went to practice with Mrsha before practice with the team! Hed been so nervous that Coach Joseph would be mad. He looked around.

I can take your ball, Ekirra.

One of the Gnolls who lived on his street offered. He handed it to her.

Thanks! And my jersey? Dont get it dirty!

Sweat didnt count, or dirt from the pitch. That was good mess. His teammate, Cheka, sniffed at him. She knew that! Ekirra scampered on all fours back the way hed comethen remembered and began to jog on two legs.

Where are you going little fellow? Practice has ended, right? We dont want you getting hurt before your game with Esthelm in two days!

One of the big [Guards] at the gate stopped Ekirra. He pointed.

I forgot my belt pouch at the inn.

The [Guardsman] glanced at his companions.

Ah. Hm. Why dont you use the door instead? Safer that way. We patrol, but theres always the Razorbeaks wholl go after kidsand the Shield Spiders.

No chance of a Razorbeak with Bird the [Hunter] watching the skies.

One of the Drakes snorted. The Gnoll shrugged.

You want to explain to Captain Z? Ill take you to the magic door. Ekirra, isnt it?

The little Gnoll nodded gravely. Guards were always right, or so his parents told him. It would take longer, but then they asked for his autograph.

If you score in the game, well all buy you a treat! Best of luck!

They were nice. Ekirra took the big Gnolls paw and they hurried to the magic door. By the time they got thereMrsha was gone. So was Visma.

Miss Visma has gone back to Liscor. I dont knowwhere Mrsha is.

Ishkr frowned around. He was responsible since Miss Erin was hurt. Up to a point; he let Mrsha play with Ulvama and kept regular tabs on her as Lyonette had asked, but Mrsha could evade everyone but Erin when she wanted to. Ekirra nodded gravely. Ishkr sighed.

I will go look for her. Here are your belongings.

He handed Ekirra the belt pouch. Ekirra thanked him as the [Guardsman], satisfied, stepped back through the door.

Good luck in your games!

Thank you!

Ekirra waved. He was going to go backbut now he needed to pee.

Three minutes later (it was poo), Ekirra opened the door of the outhouse and padded out. He sneezed a few times; it was always stinky. Then he headed back for the door to Liscor. He would have gone straight home, too.

But for Joseph. Ekirra smelled him first, naturally. He was about to ask Joseph if there was anything he should practice and how good hed done! His tail wagged as he pursued Joseph towards the magic door, now placed in the portal room just off the side of the long hallway with the secret spying holes Mrsha had showed him.

Coach J

Joseph didnt hear him. Ekirra stopped as he realized Joseph had changed clothing. Hed washed himself, and changed out of the jersey of the Liscor Flood Crabs, which made sense.

So why was he wearing another jersey? Yellow and black, like Apista?

Ekirra came to a halt. Joseph headed through the open door, into a sunlit city that smelled like a thousand things. Broad streets, amazing architecture. Ekirra recognized it at a moments glance.

Pallass. The little Gnoll stared at Joseph. It could not be. It wasnthe saw Liska move to close the door. Without a moments thought, Ekirra ran after Joseph. He leapt through the closing checkpoint gate, opened for Joseph, and heard the shout from the [Guards]. Then he was in the street, following Joseph, running from the angry Watch. It couldnt be.

It couldnt be, but he had to know. Not the most heinous thing. Not Coach Joseph. He couldnt becoaching another team?

He ran a total of five steps before a claw caught him, of course.

-

The great betrayer walked through the streets of Pallass. Joseph, the sellout! The traitor! The

Coach of Liscors team. I dont think we need to introduce him.

Of course not. Good to meet you, erMister Joseph. Sir.

They called him sir. The Drake [Strategist] had even asked for his autograph. But then, she was not Chaldion, far younger.

Its a pleasure to be here.

Joseph mumbled. He felt bad. Mrsha had given the Pallassian jersey a dirty look before she went through to Invrisil. Waitwas she allowed to do that? Liska hadnt cared.

Thoughts of Mrshas vanished as Joseph was introduced to two more players, and three financial backers, all of whom had been part of the group convincing him to teach Pallass team.

Were delighted you accepted our invitation to educate our team, Mister Ortega. What can we expect from you today?

A Gnoll adjusted a monocle, much like Sir Relz. Joseph wondered if he was staring at his levels, but thanks to Erin and Ryoka, he was covered from appraisal and scrying. He seemed impressed with Josephs reputation at any rate.

I dont have a set plan, er, sir. I need to see where theyre at before I can improve them. Also, there are some new rules I need to bring to Pallass attention.

That seemed to impress the cohort. They nodded; the [Strategist] consulted her notes.

Ah yes, the aerial rule amendment.

You know about that?

Joseph eyed her. She had the grace to look embarrassed.

We intend to win the upcoming championship, Coach Joseph. Pallass wont make the same mistakes again.

Especially not with Joseph the Soccer Player giving Pallass team his expert advice!

Another Drake chimed in, and Joseph winced. For multiple reasons.

Just remember, Im also advising Liscor and Invrisils teams.

The other faces fell. The Gnoll audibly whispered to a companion.

We didnt manage to get an exclusive deal?

Joseph sighed. If you were going to sell out, you might as well do it so multiple groups had an advantage. Alsoit was a lot of money.

A lot of money.

As ina lot of money. As inJoseph probably exceeded Solar Cycles income at this moment. As inhe just wasnt as principled as Kevin or Erin, he guessed.

He was so swept up in all of the hustle and bustle as they took him to meet Pallass team; handpicked twenty three, some former adventurers, with dedicated family apartments, a huge salary, personal trainers, weights room, everything Liscor could dream of, yet theyd still gotten their asses kicked, that Joseph didnt have time to really take in Pallass. He only looked around from the people asking him for autographs, a game plan for Pallass unique strategy, his take on the upcoming Liscor-Invrisil match, when he heard the commotion behind him.

Let me go! Let me go! Im a Little Crab! Joseph is my coach! Not your stupid citys!

Josephs heart sank through his shoes. He turned and there was Ekirra. The little Gnoll stopped, stared at Josephs jersey, and looked like he was about to cry.

J-Joseph?

The sheer look of betrayal hurt more than it should. Joseph opened his mouththen noticed the wall of muscle holding Ekirra.

This little Gnoll slipped in past you. Joseph, isnt it? We clearly need to update the security system, although Im pleased the ward spells didnt blast him to pieces. So there is that.

Grimalkin of Pallass held Ekirra by one huge claw. The [Sinew Magus], the most built Drake that Joseph had ever seen, looked down at Joseph, face impassive. Joseph looked at Ekirra. The little brown Gnoll stared at him. He looked at the bemused backers of the team, the [Strategist], two of the players, and bellowed one word.

Traitor!

-

Joseph sat in the office Pallass had given him, even if he was splitting his time between three teams now.

Ekirra hit him. Joseph didnt move. Ekirra punched his leg. Joseph let him. Ekirra opened his mouthand someone stopped him from biting.

Listen, Ekirra, is it? Theres nothing wrong with this young man teaching multiple teams. He is not a player.

A Drake with wings tried to explain to Ekirra. He let go of the Gnoll as Ekirra twisted to bite; the football player backed off as Ekirra spat, looking at Joseph.

He cant teach you! Hes Liscors coach. Its not right!

Listen. Lets try to be mature about this

Good luck with Ekirra. Joseph rubbed at his aching leg as Ekirra spat, keeping the other players from grabbing him with the power of expectoration. Besides which, be mature about this? If Joseph heard a coach from his favorite team was teaching a rival on the side

He understood how Liscor would feel, that was the point. Loyalty. It was just

A lot of money. Joseph didnt have a bigger reason than that. However, ten thousand gold pieces for a month? And that was from Invrisil.

Im sorry, Ekirra. Im not taking sides. Nor am I coaching during the games. Its justa career. A really good deal.

I thought you liked us.

Ekirra stared up at Joseph. His eyes were round. Then hurt. Thenhe sat down and began to howl and cry.

Joseph would have preferred being stabbed. That was how it felt. Imagine if his heroes had just sold out like that in front of him?

We should get this little Gnoll back home. The secrets out, but that wont compromise much more than the shock value

The Drake [Strategist] was trying to speak over the howls. She gestured and a Pallassian Guard reached for Ekirra.

Joseph stopped the Drake. He bent down and picked Ekirra up. The Gnoll instantly went back to punching, but Joseph turned him around.

Im sorry, Ekirra. I am. I do like your team and I like Liscor. I hope you win and become a great fsoccer player. I am teaching your team as best I canbut Pallass offered me a lot of money.

B-butdont you like us?

The Gnoll was snotting on Josephs jersey. The young man didnt mind. He let Ekirra sniff.

I do. Erbut it was a lot of money.

Likea thousand gold coins?

The [Strategist] snorted. Joseph just nodded.

Something like that.

Ekirra calmed down a bit. He knew money mattered. He still looked hurt. Joseph looked at him. If this was home? He wondered if he had to worry about being jumped in a back alley. Thatmight actually be an issue.

He sat there, as Ekirra sniffed and blew his nose on the yellow jersey made with silk. Joseph looked at the waiting team, the [Strategist].

Its the game, Ekirra. I cant be on the Liscorian team. Im not that good.

Several incredulous snorts. Ekirra looked up at Joseph and the young mans heart twisted as he admitted it. Thenhe made his peace with that fact.

Im not that good. I do love soccer, though. Which is actually called football. Do you like the game?

Ekirra nodded, wiping his eyes. Joseph smiled. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. Back homeon Earth, you could really like your teams. Enough to brawl or kill people during games. Those were the fans.

Perhaps, if there was something else to change, it wasnt just the rules. Joseph set Ekirra down and knelt.

Well then, if you want, why dont you help me train Pallass? Then you can see Im not helping them more or less than Liscor.

Ekirra hesitated. He sat there, looking up at Joseph. The young man offered him a hand. The little Gnoll slowly took it. Joseph looked up. He felt an Erin-feeling in his chest. Was this how she got to feel? Certain?

Is this young Gnoll going to be accompanying us? I would hate for this to interfere with Pallass first training session, Coach Ortega.

The [Strategist] looked skeptical. Joseph met her eyes.

This little Gnoll played the first game of football in Izril with me. He might be able to teach your players a thing or two. He wont slow us down. Im ready to teach the team. Just one thing thoughI have a condition.

She glanced at the other players as the team stood there. Joseph smiled.

-

just a sterling amount of silver, aha, pardon the pun. Now, I can assure you, Sir Relz, that the quality of the silver wont appreciably depreciateanother little punfor at least the next f

The droning voice of the [Merchant] over Wistram News Network was fascinating. If you liked economic talk.

Some people did, which was why theyd allocated the hour to business talk with Sir Relz and his co-host.

Usually Noass, but since Noass was sickDrassi got the job. She was slumped, her chin resting on her claw.

Clearly falling asleep. She kept jerking and trying to look interested, but her eyes were literally drooping, and Sir Relz had given up nudging her. The Drake with the monocle was leaning forwards as if to make up for her lack of enthusiasm.

This was the news. Or rather, the 24/7 broadcast from Pallass. The most fascinating thing looked like it might be Drassi literally starting to snore on air.

Right up until the Drake [Reporter] glanced up, blinked, and leaned over as someone whispered to her. She broke into the [Metals Merchant]s diatribe with a bright, overly-loud voice.

Excuse me! Im so sorry, but we have a breaking news report!

Someone began playing a horn in the background, a jaunty tune as the words flashed around the magical ticker tape running across the bottom of the broadcast. Sir Relz blinked, and Drassi began speaking rapidly as someone held up the cue cards.

This ones a Pallassian exclusive. If youre just tuning in

The viewer count began going up, as people were notified of the breaking news via their scrying devices. There were categories of news alert.

This was the lowest-level, which meant dramatic news, not wars or cataclysm, which were reserved for the highest-level alert. Even soit was the news.

Ishkr stopped looking for Mrsha as the scrying mirror lit up. Ulvama, chewing on food, sat up, excitedly.

It looks like were in for sports news! Ive just been given word that an upset is coming to the world of soccer!

Ah, yes.

Sir Relz interjected, clearly trying to be part of the moment. He adjusted his monocle as he spoke rapidly.

Weve broadcast six games around the world, and theres talk of bringing teams together to play a world-wide championship. Erwhats the news, Miss Drassi?

Wellno, this cant be right. Do we have a live-feed? Show me! According to this

The image shifted. The viewpoint became a [Mage]-on-the-ground. The city of Pallass and the steps stretched below the viewers, and there, in front of them, was a young man.

And a little brown Gnoll. Ishkr spat out his drink of water. So did a number of Liscorians including Lism.

Joseph?

Drassi was just as shocked as everyone else. She stared, then began reading the news.

It says, Joseph the Soccer Player, whom we all know iscoaching Pallass team as well as Invrisils? Hes been contracted to coach both teams andthat dirty rat!

She shot up, shrieking as the copper penny dropped. Sir Relz looked most amused.

Come now, Reporter Drassi. Lets be professional

Professional? Professional my tail! He sold out! Hes supposed to be Liscors coach!

Theres no rule saying one cannot teach multiple teams

What about loyalty? That double-dealingthis just in: Im going to kick Josephs butt! Excuse me! Im going to cover this one in person.

Drassi tossed her papers and stormed out of the studio. Sir Relz took over. Yet there wasnt as much commentating to do, because the image soon became just the feed from Pallass, not the news room.

-

Joseph exhaled. He looked at the clear blue sky, and the people watching. Twenty three Drakes, Gnolls, Garuda, and Dullahans stood behind him.

A soccer team. Football, really. But who cared? CoachingEkirra looked up at him. Joseph adjusted his jersey. He spoke to the [Mage]-reporter, knowing he was on air.

Yes, Im teaching Pallass team and Invrisils. Im sorry if that upsets Liscors team, or people who think of me as Liscors, but the truth is that its not quite fair to have me teaching one team. It might be I wont matter, but for now Im teaching all three teams to the best of my ability. No favoritism. Also, Ill be donating a qhalf of the money Pallass is paying me to Liscors team.

And what is it youre going to do here? What do you have to say to threats made on your person by er, Reporter Drassi, and comments about loyalty to city or home?

The [Mage] pressed Joseph. People saw the young man raise his hands, looking around, alarmed.

Drassi? Tell hertell her

He looked completely stumped for a second. The little brown Gnoll stared up at Joseph solemnly. At last, the young man barked a short, rueful laugh. He swept his hair back and looked up.

Sorry. I justlike football. Thats all.

Football? Erwhat about s

Lets go!

Joseph turned and raised an arm. The soccer players broke into a surprised trot as an angry Drake pushed through the crowd behind Joseph. He called to the [Mage].

Were going to do a training routinelive! If anyone wants to watch, theyre free to copy it too!

What? Give me thatJoseph! Get back here! This is Drassi on the streets of Pallass! How many bones do you break if you get kicked down the staircase? Well find out now!

Drassi snatched the scrying mirror from the surprised [Mage]. She ran after Joseph as Ekirra ran with him, the team following.

The [Reporter] failed to catch up. Shed sprinted this far, and she found herself panting as Joseph ran down the steps. Ahead of him, the Watch was clearing the way. He held a football under one arm.

Joseph! Joseph, do you mean it about donating the money?

I do! Dont hit me, Drassi!

She lowered the scrying orb she was using like a club.

We dont have anything but boring economics for this hour. Are you suggesting we broadcast your entire workout?

If anyone wants to learn how we do it, why not? At least the warm-ups! Unless Pallass has any objections?

He glanced at the [Strategist] hurrying to keep up. She shook her head. Drassi turned.

Hear that, Sir Relz? Someone get me a stamina potion. Whats our first step, Joseph?

Roadwork. Building muscles!

They were storming down the stairs. Twenty three players, in an unscripted, but now live, very public event. A group of Drakes sitting at an outdoor caf and watching the television glanced over as the team ran past them, then did a comical double-take as they realized they could see themselves.

Why is running so important, Joseph?

Are you serious, Drassi?

No, Im feeding you questions! Explain!

The Drake snapped, shoving a speaking stone in front of Joseph. He laughed, and so did Ekirra, keeping pace.

Well, you might run for ninety minutes straight during a game of football! Which is what its called by the way! Soccer isaacolloquial term! Well be doing sprints, building up muscle every day, along with passing drills!

Even if they have Skills?

Especially if they have Skills! Skills dont replace hard work or technique! Frankly, we might audition more players to see if some have the talent to make the roster! I didnt choose the team!

The players looked worried. They accelerated as Drassi and Joseph hit the second floor.

Behind them came Pallass. The [Sinew Magus], who had abandoned the excitement, glanced up from doing one-armed pushups on top of one of the railings that was creaking under his weight on the sixth floor. The narrow space and balancing act was part of his outdoor regimen.

Huh.

Grimalkin stared at, to his eyes, two thousand citizens and growing jogging after Joseph and the soccer team. His students had increased exponentially, but his mass-exercise proposals and projects had never garnered even a tenth of this kind of excitement. He pushed himself up. They were running. The [Sinew Magus] started jogging.

-

Joseph ran out of the gates of Pallass, grinning. The air felt fresh and warm. He felt alive.

The City of Inventions vast, central eastern gate was wide open, letting a flood of people out past him. The team ran with thousands of citizensthose not already exhaustedaround them.

Pick up the pace! If Ekirra can beat you, anyone can outrun you on the pitch!

Joseph called. Ekirra was running on all fours, but the little Gnoll could match an adult in a run or even sprint for a while. He was smiling. And the smile was infectious.

Drassi was panting, but chugging stamina potions and running with him. Aspiring players or just casual fans and people watching the news saw Joseph lift the ball.

Lets see how you can dribble. If youre gooddont lose speed!

He tossed the ball down and watched the Pallassian team copy him with some hesitation. They did slow down! Ekirra began dribbling almost as fast as they were. Joseph shook his head.

Passing? Come on

He kicked the ball and Drassi, panting, kicked it back with commendable accuracy. By this point, someone else was managing the camera.

You could have tried out for the team.

Pass! I hate running!

Drassi gasped. The viewer-count was shooting up. After allit was a topical piece.

The walls of the City of Invention swept up to the jogging players right, three hundred feet of enchanted walls. Impressive; the viewpoint swept around the green, safe landscape. After all, this land was Pallass, and there were few places safer unless war threatened. Joseph was still smiling when he saw the second group emerge and break off from the untidy mass of people running behind him.

Unlike the flagging citizensthey began to speed up. They were running information?

Joseph, Drassi, Ekirra, and the soccer team slowed uncertainly. Was this the Watch, interrupting the impromptu gathering?

Femithain, paused over lunch with Nsiia, saw rows of Drake [Soldiers] running in full armor behind a Drake they recognized.

Grimalkin of Pallass jogged next to Joseph.

Grimalkin! What are you doing?

Exercising! Pallass training regiments could use the additional leg strengthening! This is excellent joint-training! If any squad falls behind the soccer players, they will go on water rations tonight! And if any of you fall behind that little Gnoll, you can quit the army! Testicles!

He bellowed back at the [Soldiers]. They flinched. Joseph and Drassis faces were a picture of surprise and bemusement. Suddenly, they were running as thousands of [Soldiers] accelerated, desperately following the [Sinew Magus].

Thats Grimalkin of Pallass, taking Pallass trainees on an exercise run! If youre just tuning in, Im Drassi and this is Joseph, and were doing a sample training for soccer, excuse me, football teams! I ask my viewersdead gods, my legs hurthow do you exercise? Feel free to send in [Messages] or even demonstrate! Now, passing

It was just a silly thing. Joseph and the soccer team did slow much sooner than Grimalkin of Pallass, who wanted two laps of the City of Invention. They began practicing.

A day in the sun. A game of soccer. A simple question. How do you train?

It sparked, as these things do, a flood.

-

Joseph the Soccer Player ran on the scrying orb, keeping up a running dialogue with Drassi. The sun was already making the players sweat.

Yet just the scene of Pallass Engineers, the name of the soccer team, kicking a ball as they ran next to the paved road, past and sometimes on the artfully-cultivated grass and bright flowers that lead to the City of Inventions invited a moment.

The summer heat, the smell of fresh grass, a flight of swallows. Drassi laughing as Ekirra headed a football, leaping around, misery forgotten.

Fun. Casual fun, not anything grand or glorious. Just the ladsand lassesplaying a game they clearly loved.

It could put a smile on your face. It was inspiring too; because, look.

Hes from Earth! See? Its one of us! Hes teaching at one of the Walled Cities?

Agog, the Earthers of Wistram were crowding the scrying orb, looking at one of the most successful Earthers in the world. Who had climbed up to his position of fame by hard work and effort. Josephthe Singer of Terandria, and perhaps Rmi Canada, although that was a stretch.

Of course, someone had to take it too far. Grimalkins death-run with the [Soldiers] of Pallass and Drassis comments sparked, as it didcompetition. The sight of so many Drakes running in formation, espousing the rigorous training of Pallass prompted pushback.

It looks like Liscor has some stiff competition in the next game, eh, Sir Relz?

Noass was still sick, but hed climbed into the broadcast booth to cover for Drassi. Sir Relz, whod edged as far to the side as possible, politely nodded.

Indeed, Noass. Also, a wonderful display of martial training from Grimalkin of Pallass. I believe thats 1^st Armys elite regiments in trainingoh?

He raised a claw, the signal for viewers to understand someone was giving him new information. Sir Relz consulted a bit of paper held up behind the camera.

I think someone has taken our [Reporter] on the ground a bit literally. Are we cuttin

Another image appeared in place of the training football team. Sir Relz and Noass recoiled as an army appeared.

An army on the go. The King of Destructions forces, with Maresar and Venith, were suddenly front and center.

Running. Practically sprinting, really. With his Skills active no less, so they were eating up ground. Venith, in his plate armor, the King of Destruction, likewise wearing armor sans a helmet, were marching across Chandrars arid landscapes.

I heard someone thinks Drakes field the most fit army in the world!

The King of Destruction was laughing as he ran, despite the heat and dust caking his armor. Sir Relz hesitated.

Are we live? Can he

Yes I can. Sir Relz, isnt it?

Flos shouted back. The Drake flinched.

King of Destructioner, your Majesty Reimarch, is this your way of challenging Pallass training?

You could say that. We just mopped up a Nerrhavian force and were running to catch another one! Damned chariotsI notice you didnt cover that in your morning broadcast! True, it was a little battle, but I thought Id prove how a real army moves!

The King of Destruction somehow managed to shout while running. Behind him, a stream of [Soldiers] raced onwards. In factNoass blinked as he wiped at his nose with a handkerchief.

Is your entire armyrunning?

Exactly!

The cavalry had dismounted and were running next to their horses. The infantry were running in formation, and the only group not running were supply wagons at the back.

And Maresar. She was letting her horse canter next to her husband and [King], rolling her eyes.

Were headed for the Simel Gulf! Assuming Nerrhavia has the cloth to face us there! Thats about forty milesI expect to be fighting by late noon! Lets see Pallass army do that!

Flos bellowed. Sir Relz looked at Noass.

Eryour Majesty. Is revealing the position of your army, uh, wise?

Venith clearly shared the opinion based on the scowl on his face. Trey Atwood and Calac Crusland stared at the scrying orb, and traded glances. With resignation, Trey anticipated Flos reply before it was even given.

If there was a choice between being the center of attention or being strategic, I know which one Id pick! Nowpick up the pace!

Somehow, Reims army found the strength to cheer and speed up. Flos Reimarch actually slowed to run between the ranks of his [Soldiers], clapping shoulders, laughing, thrusting his arm up and motivating his soldiers further.

Of course, the image didnt stay on him. If you thought the ego of the King of Destruction was unmatchedyoud never met royalty. Or gone for a walk outside, really.

I uh, think were getting more live feeds from forces claiming that Pallass training exercise is lacking. Is this

Manus!

Sir Relz went temporarily deaf as the City of War appeared in the background. A force six times larger than Grimalkins training group was on the run. A touch faster than Grimalkins group, and of course, wearing full armor, carrying their weapons as they ran.

At this point, Noass had a surreptition. He voiced it at the same time as Cara rolled her eyes and started laughing.

It might be, Sir Relz, that a lot of er, groups, would like to demonstrate their superior conditioning.

It was a prophetic comment. Soon, the broadcasting studio in Pallass was swamped with incoming transmissions. It seemed like every army and militia wanted to prove they could run faster, and the two Drakes had to remind their viewers that the point was soccerfootball, not just showing off!

Obligingly, Flos Reimarch somehow found a football and kicked it into his army. More amazingly, his soldiers managed to field the ball on the run, and it was exceptionally amusing watching an entire group of pikes go sprawling as someone tripped up over it and created a pile.

Thus, he kept the spotlight shifting back to him as well as Joseph and Pallass team. Mainly because he was the King of Destruction as well.

However, dozens, and then over a hundred submissions were vying for attention, such that the viewpoint kept shifting, showcasing different armies. Manus got three minutes; Zeres two. Oteslia and Fissival didnt even get to show up. They were replaced by the Maelstroms Howling Centaur divisions, led by the Bannermare, galloping across the ground to show the two-footers how you were supposed to move.

Theyre just showing off. This is going to go on all bloody day.

Cara OSullivan, the [Popstar] of Terandria, didnt seem too put out by the suggestion. She put up her feet and watched her personal scrying orb as the caravan of the band travelled down the road.

Not tempted to join in, Cara?

Rae teased her. The [Popstar] rolled her eyes.

Im not running a mile a minute to get my five seconds of fame. You have to stand out, stand out, Rae. No one needs to listen to the Singer of Terandria right now. However! This looks like a lot of fecking fun to watch. Anyone got some popcorn or snacks?

The comment turned out to be slightly wrong. Mainly because Caras voice did appear on the broadcast. Just not live.

-

Come on. Just do it.

Elena was arguing with the [Diviner] in charge of maintaining Wistram News Network. He frowned at her, yet Aaron was backing Elena up with a few Earthers. Trey lingered in the back with some of his [Mage]-friends. Calac was still locked on the scrying orb, hoping to see his parents again every time they flickered on screen.

I dont know. This is a news broadcast

It totally fits. Just start playing it when you next cut to another group! Please? We know what were talking about. Youll get more viewers!

Besides, you dont need to hear those two Drakes talking. I know you can loop the sound into the feed. Do we have to ask an Archmage? You know Naili will okay it.

Aaron added. The [Diviner] gave up.

Ohfine. But if they dont like it, I wont take the blame!

He snatched the song crystal. As the image flickered again, Noass and Sir Relz were keeping up their rapid commentary.

It looks like were at uh, House Ulta next. It seems Lady Pryde has taken Magus Grimalkins claims as a personal insult. Is that her in the yellow track suit leading her personal forces? This is a new style of dress, by the wwhat is that sound?

The two Drakes voices were suddenly drowned out by a bomping drum and bass beat. A piano joined in a second later. Thena voice.

Elena was grinning. In Terandria and her wagon, Cara sat up and nearly choked on her snacks as she heard her voice, recorded via song crystal, playing.

Music on air. For the first time, a recording rather than a live performance. Overlaid by the visuals of House Ulta jogging, almost synced perfectly to their feet striking the ground.

Is this music? Inspirational? Is someone doing a performance? Oh

Sir Relz finally got the missive sent via [Message] and read it.

It sounds like were playing music as a kind of, er, overlay to the scenery. This is, according to my notes, Good To Be Alive by The [Popstar] of Terandria, original credit toa skillet? As in, a cooking?

Cara picked herself up from the floor of the wagon, cursing. Abebi blinked at the recorded song playing. It was like a compilation video now. She smiledthen turned to the others. Thien had the same thought and raised his eyebrows.

Do we get royalties from that?

Not invented yet. Ill get on it.

Damn.

-

It was a fun song, fun competition. There he was too. Joseph.

The young man was, by now, oblivious to the television incident he was part of. He was doing another lap of Pallass, kicking the ball between him and a player, chatting about the minutiae of soccer with Drassi and the new rules on airborne players.

Of course, thats only for ground versus aerial players. An all-aerial team can do what they want. Were also revising our formations.

Whys that?

Ohbecause its too easy to travel the entire football pitch, even with defense. Kicking Skills make it too easy. As players level up, well have to entirely alter how we think about defense and offense. We might even have to put a limit on how high players can fly or pass.

Really? Is that too limiting for the game?

Drassi looked concerned. Joseph shrugged.

We need to experiment to keep the game from being too lopsided, thats all I meant, Drassi. For instanceI could pass across the entire pitch quite easily. Hey up there!

He bellowed up at the walls. Some of the distant [Soldiers] on Pallass walls waved energetically, hoping to be caught by the scrying mirror before their commanders reprimanded them. Joseph pointed up at a Garuda [Lieutenant].

Is it okay if I ask one of you to help me demonstrate something?

He might not have been audible, but the Pallassian [Strategist] assigned to the team rapidly spoke into a speaking stone. Normally, no one touched the walls, but this was sports. Thus, city-pride and propaganda.

Thats fine. What were you planning, Coach?

This. Going up! Pass it back!

Joseph kicked the football up a footthen launched it up. There was a shout as the ball, propelled by his Skill, flew towards the wall. The Garuda [Lieutenant] recoiled, but saw the ball shooting up the three hundred feet towards him.

Faced with the sudden pass, the Garuda had two options. Catch it or let it sail past him and endure mockery, albeit limited, or kick it back. If he missed, he would be ridiculed. On the other handif he kicked it?

He went for the kick. By luck or skill, he succeeded, and a black-and-white meteor dropped towards Joseph. The other players on Pallass team raced towards it and launched it ahead.

Joseph grinned at Drassi.

You see? If I can kick the ball that high, whos going to block that, even with a jump Skill? Height limits. Well be practicing combinations with those rules.

I see.

Drassi craned her neck up towards Pallass walls, looking deeply impressed at Josephs new Skill.

At this point, none of the Earthers watching him could bear it any longer. The music! The game of soccerat least as they thought of itand Joseph himself were the most Earth-like thing theyd seen since coming here.

Hes from Earth! Hes from Earth! We have to talk to him! Howd he introduce Pallass? It looks sosafe!

Emily was almost crying. Richard was thumping Edward on the shoulder with excitement, and the other young man was doing the same to him. The Earthers of the Blighted Kingdom on Rhir stared longingly at the smile on Josephs face.

Completely free from the war weariness, the sight of combat and the fear of death that was visible on theirs. All of them had instantly broken off from the briefing to stare at Joseph.

Red, Chole, Cynthia, Katie, Stacy, Vincent, Keithall of the original Earthers were clustered around the orb, almost in tears to see one of them somewhere other than hell.

Of course, they had seen Joseph before. Yet he was as much a hero and inspiration to them as the [Heroes] were toRhirs populace. They longed to be there, not here.

The other watchers were less sanguine about Joseph. Lord Hayvon Operland was already glancing at some of his people, a frown written across his face. Similarly, Nereshal bore an expression that failed to conceal how disturbing this was to him.

Tom the [Clown], giggling to himself and standing apart from everyone else, was of two minds about Joseph. Well, everything. Aha. He stifled another maniacal laugh as he wondered if Joseph was as happy as he looked or whether those Drakes had him. Nowhere was safe!

Other Tom was whispering in his head. You just know hes in a gilded cage at best. Theyll make him happy, pump him for information. Playing soccer. As if that changes anything? Whats Rhir going to do, hm? Grab him? Kill him? Nereshal looks like hes about to crap himself. Bring him to Rhir to fight the Demons? That would be hilarious. Soccer balls vs the Death of Magic! Ha

However, a voice interrupted his rambling thoughts. A snort, almost incredulous.

Is thatsoccer? Someones playing soccer instead of casting magic and stuff? Thats insane.

The Earthersthe original Earthersturned. Toms head spun around. Nereshal, Hayvon, and the other [Soldiers] of Rhir looked at the incredulous group craning to see the orb.

The other Earthers. The new Earthers. Over a hundred and ten so far, and more trickling in.

The Blighted Kings harvest. Toms teeth ground together as he saw the young man staring at Joseph, more bemused than inspired or hopeful.

So nave. So excited, some of them. The smart ones looked worried. Not worried enough! He suppressed the laughter bubbling up inside of him.

Sir Richard, Lady Emily and company, while I understand this moment is important, perhaps we could educate your companions as planned?

Hayvon spoke gravely. Richard stepped away from the orb with clear reluctance.

Thats right. Listen

His voice trailed off as he looked at the hundred plus Earthers. Some were clutching weapons, others holding spellbooks, artifacts they had been granted from the Blighted Kings treasury. They were dressed in rich clothing, or their original clothes from Earth.

They looked horribly, painfully, stupidly excited to Tom. Stupid idiots, some vibrating with the desire to be adventurers, [Mages]. Half had even bought the line about being chosen heroes, sent to fight evil!

Wheres that? Can we go there? Lookthere are Dragon-people!

An excited whisper ran through the group, as Richard tried to speak. He lifted his gauntleted hands.

Listen. This is Izril, not Rhir. Im afraid the reality is were up against Demons. I wanted to talk to you all about what its like to actually fight. This isnt a game

They werent listening. Tom bit his finger, hard enough to break his skin. He giggled as Emily glanced at him, and then at the Earthers.

She sees it too! Look! Theyre like us, but twice as stupid!

He giggled to no one in particular. Keith glanced at him and edged away. But it was true! All true!

These Earthers were valuable! The Blighted King showered them with gifts and unlike last time, he wasnt going to dismiss their worth since he knew they leveled three times, ten times as fast as anyone from this world!

They were the same, though. One of the Earthers was snickering at Richards cowboy hat and his armor. They were muttering, unable to even keep silent as Richard talked.

At complete contrast with Rhirs [Soldiers] and people, of whom even Nereshal and Hayvon were listening to Richard respectfully.

No wonder they thought you were children and worthless! Look at them! Dont they look pathetic! How do you seem to them? A fat man in a clown costume? Cowboy Richard? Emily, the [Water Mage]? Hah! They dont know. When they dowhat will their faces look like?

So this is where everyone from the Spirited Generation is going? This is socool.

Toms manic smile twitched. Cool. Amazing. Fun. They looked at him, even, like he was a novelty. Hed been compared to the Joker, or other superhero villains or characters at least five dozen times this week alone.

This week, when the Blighted King finally announced the new wave of Earthers that would valiantly join the Blighted Kingdom in defying the Demons. He watched Richards doomed attempt.

Listen, everyone. This is not a game. You dont come back from the dead.

Are you sure? What if we just go back?

Have you heard of any of us coming back? Anyone? Ron, Reyanne? Any of our friends?

Emily interrupted, a tinge of annoyance coming back into her voice. The new Earthers murmured; a girl tossed her dyed hair.

No

Yet they knew about the missing kids. The Spirited Generation? Hilarious! Tom bit harder, tasting blood. Earth knew! They didnt know what was happening, but they knew! Fascinating.

Stupid. LookRichard was trying to get them to take it seriously. Hayvon was demonstrating as they locked swords. That just meant half the guys and some of the girls wanted to give it a try. Tom was growling, now.

Tom. Chill. Whats wrong with you?

Chole looked worried. The [Nurse] edged over. Tom giggled at her and she hesitated, but she was braver than most. Willing to talk to the madman. By contrast, Cynthia cowered if Tom so much as looked at her, which meant he stared.

Look at them Chole! Look! We survived the Death of Magic blowing us to bits! All those brave heroes being sent backand look at them! Its just a game. Its just a damned game to them.

His voice was hysterical, he knew. Some of the others looked at him. The smart ones looked disturbed. The others just thought he was acting. Acting!

I know. Theyre like us. We have to teach them. Maybekill a monster?

That might do it. Tom giggled and shook his head, though. His head rotated and Chole flinched as it strained his neck tendons with cracks.

I have a better idea.

The [Clown] edged over as Richard, exasperated, tried to raise his voice.

Listen! This isnt fun and games!

Come on, man. Who put you in charge? Tell us about levels! Are we going to grind for experience or

The arguers, who apparently knew more about how this kind of game worked and were ready to game the system, find out the best classes, and so on, stopped. As did the susurration of voices. Because the [Clown] had done a handspring forwards, and his posse of similarly-attired followers, painted faces, colorful clothing, too-wide smiles, had set up a cheer.

At least he knew how to command attention. Tom posed on top of a table, turning his head around. His smile? Almost genuine.

Ladies and gentlemen! It looks like my dear friend Richard is trying to tell, not show you the gravitas of this world! Also, the wonder! I, Tom, the [Clown], will demonstrate. Youve heard about Skills and magic. Youve seen artifacts and feasted on the Blighted Kings hospitality. Now see what you get from fighting and slaughtering possibly innocent people and animals! Behold! [My Other Self]!

His shadow moved. Thena second Tom stepped out of the first Tom. The [Clown] spread his arms and turned at the gasps and then applause.

Amazement! Surprise! Excitement! Like a carnival crowd, the Earthers stared, gathering closer as the separate Tom appeared. They spoke at the same time, eerily disquieting.

The new Earthers were unwary. Richard was worried, but Hayvon held him back. He was looking at Tom. So was Nereshal, who was stroking his chin and nodding, almost resigned. The [Chronomancer]s features were of a young man sometimes, when he cared to be. His eyes were always old. Tom met his gaze and smiled wider. Both Toms turned, spreading their arms wide.

Glorious Skills! This isnt all! I can do whatever is in my class! See?

He produced a knife. Then a carrot. Both Toms began to juggle the objects around at each other. Tom looked.

Oh yes, look at the smart ones! That girl, there, who flinches. That young man, who might be only fifteen. Just a boy, but hes smarter than that oaf with his stupid friends. That pallid idiot who thinks playing games on a computer will let him become the hero he wants to be! Now

Both Toms met the others gaze. They stopped juggling. A carrot bounced off a face.

Ow!

Laughter at the gag. Tom dreamily stared into his eyes, and then around at the Earthers.

All you could want. All the potential in the world. And with great power comesoh, you know. Death.

The knife flicked up in his hand. He turned, and with all the casualness in the world, slashed at the others face. His knife went through cheekbounced off teeth. The skin parted, unveiling what looked at first like sticky red cloth beneath. The other Tom

was faster. He put the knife in the first Toms eye. Lodged it deep, twisted

The first Tom vanished. The real Tom spat blood out of his mouth and grinned. Blood ran down his face, out of his mouth and his cheek.

The laughter, the applausethe voicessuddenly went silent. Only his troupe began to laugh at the joke.

Whwh

Oh my god. He just

The Earthers stared in horror at the sudden display of violence. The other Tom had vanished as soon as he was murdered. Someone began to laughincredulously.

Thank you, thank you. No need to applaud. But I dont think the point has sunk in yet. Can I get a volunteer to help me out? No? Well then, you, sir.

Tom pointed at the nearest young man, a football playerAmerican footballand leapt.

Tom!

Richard shouted, but it was too late. Toms hand flashed. The crowd scattered back and the horrified eyes saw him plunge the knife into the bigger young mans stomach, his legs.

At first, the pain didnt even register. The football player knocked Tom aside. Then he saw his guts hanging out of his stomach. The bloody cuts on his legs. He began to shout in horror. Thenscream.

First him, then those around him. Yet Tom hadnt stopped moving. He turned, and threw the knife into a girls thigh. She went down, shrieking.

Tom!

Sir Thomas! Stop!

Hayvon roared. He and his people strode into the crowd, but the stunned Earthers began fleeing. Too late, too lateTom was pulling more weapons out of his invisible bag of tricks. He threw knives, lifted a wand and blasted a group with fire.

Flames ignited clothing. The [Clown] leapt, doing a spring, slicing, attacking the Earthers at random. Emily blasted him with a jet of water, but only knocked several Earthers flat as he dodged.

Richard tackled Tom in the end. It didnt matter. He laughed as Richard slammed a fist into his face.

Hed done his job. Screams of pain, cryingthe tiled floor ran with blood.

Why so angry, Richard, old chap? Nothing a healing potion wont fix.

He grinned around his gash of a mouth and bleeding nose. Richard stared at him, fist raised for another punch. He looked around.

Nereshal stood there, watching reality sink in. He looked at Tom and nodded once. Almost in gratitude. The [Clown] laughed and laughed. He bellowed up at the ceiling.

Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth! Welcome to hell!

-

Of course, the good vibes of the day were only ruined on Rhir. Elsewhere, Josephs soccer lessons and the other groups showing off continued to be the trivial excitement for the day.

Empress Nsiia, formerly of Tiqr, and Magus-Crafter Femithain of Illivere, for instance, quite enjoyed just watching the scrying orb.

Typically, Femithain was working as he did, signing documents with one eye on the scrying orb. Nsiia leaned on the table, watching.

What else was there to do? She couldnt just gallivant off. She was a prisoner, however nicely accommodated. Similarly, she had no desire to watch the new Golems that Femithain was working on be produced one scrape of a chisel or swing of a hammer at a time.

Femithain was now the [Golem Artificer] of Illivere, as Domehead had proven. The grand champion of the arena was still smashing heads in, and proving the possibility of creating more Sentient-class Golems at last.

Nsiia wished Domehead were assigned to guard duty here. She was bored, so this scrying orb was the only entertainment. She spent far too much time watching it, often for news of the King of Destruction.

It gave her both heart and annoyance to see him front-and-center. She wished he would win his wars, while knowing Reim was under attack from too many sides. Yet Tiqr lay beneath the conquerors boot while he wasted time!

Femithain, do you want to play this game of football-soccer?

She rolled over on the table, stretching like a cat. The little cat, with an ash-blonde pattern of fur of little rings, rolled over, copying her.

Yinah, whose lower half had been supplanted by Golem prosthetics. For all that, she didnt seem to mind.

The Magus-Crafter raised his eyebrows as he retrieved some papers from the bored former-[Empress].

It has some popularity in the federation, Nsiia. However, I personally am not inclined to try. I did draw up a Golem capable of defending one of the goals or kicking the ball for amusement, though.

Bookworm.

She accused him. Femithain just raised his brows higher.

Is this a revelation, Nsiia?

The woman sighed and stared at the ceiling. In some ways, Femithain was an ideal captor. He rose to little bait, and for all he was polite, and they had a friendship, he also kept strong boundaries.

Seducing him had failed. He watched her carefully. If she had thought she could suborn him, or gain her freedom, Nsiia would have done whatever it took. Yet he cleverly rotated the Human staff in and out, and used Golems to guard her.

For all she was idle, tooNsiia stared up blankly at the ceiling.

Hm? What, Femithain?

I said, would you like to play soccer? I am sure a game could be arranged. Perhaps even one that avails you of the scrying orb.

No. I

The [Empress], for all her casual demeanor, folded her arms and stared up at the ceiling on the veranda. Chandrars hot, dry air was familiar, reassuring. She would have loved to run and play this silly game any time had she been in Tiqr, put aside the duties of the crown to play with her subjects.

Yet Tiqr is gone. My subjects are [Slaves] or fight for their land against my foes even now as I recline, growing fat and indolent. They despair and I wake knowing I failed them, as I do every day.

She lay there, depression overtaking her. She still stayed in contact with them, despite being [Animalfriend Exile], no longer [Empress of Beasts]. Her trusted [Wild General], Vasraf, still led a resistance from the steppes, raiding the enemy armies holding Tiqr, freeing her subjects from slavery and bondage.

She communicated with him via the birds she had tamed around Femithains mansion. Perhaps the Magus-Crafter didnt know, or couldnt figure out how to stop her from using her animal contacts. Perhaps this was the small kindness he allowed her.

If so, it was no kindness but a cruelty disguised as one. For all it let Nsiia do was send empty words of comfort to Vasraf. Hear of her peoples suffering.

They despair, your Majesty. I do not, yet time and their dire hours take its toll. Have you hope to offer us?

The last missive which had reached her after one of the brave birds had flown day and night to reach her had been as an arrow into her chest. Nsiia clutched at her heart.

They fight. Can I offer them nothing?

No Golems of war. She was not the [Golem Maker] she had tried to become. Moreover, Femithain had discovered her projects and confiscated them. She was free to train her classunder supervision.

Domeheadno, no. Even if she could suborn it, him, the Golem was a single one, however intelligent, and would never make it to Vasraf. So, Nsiia lay there.

Until she had a thought.

I can offer my subjects nothing but myself. If they take any heart, let it be all I can give.

So she rose and looked at Femithain.

I may try to get on the scrying orb after all.

The Magus-Crafter blinked, having forgotten the conversation already. Nsiia sprang to her feet.

If you wish it, I will send word for a [Mage] to broadcast you. In fact, perhaps Armsmaster Dellic would care to put together a small group to demonstrate Illiveresphysical acumen.

Femithain hesitated over that, since this was not a title to which the Illivere Federation could really lay a claim. Nevertheless, Nsiia was grateful. She began to stretch. At least let them see her! If it helped at all

Yinah took over Nsiias job. She rolled over Femithains desk, meowing, until he began to pet her with his free hand. Nsiia went to get her moment on air.

-

That would be harder than it looked. As many groups were finding out.

Politics, fortune, fame, and, naturally, entertainmentvalue, were what allowed one to get on Wistram News Network. Yes, some generous contributors could get featured by being randomly chosen out of the now thousand-plus submission count coming into the broadcast studio, from [Mercenaries] to full-fledged armies.

However, unless you had that advantage, or that of fame, only entertainment value or luck would get you a coveted slot, and your five minutes of fame.

Or five seconds. It was all sopolitical. For instance, The Glorious Kingdom of Medainwas not featured on the broadcast despite King Perric graciously taking time out of his conflict with Khelt-Jecrass to organize a showing of his Golden Ranks.

By contrast, Ailendamus got nearly thirty seconds of showing off their armies jogging towards another battle with the Dawn Concordat because it was topical and war. Not because they were more interesting than any of the other dozens of sweaty people in armor doing the same.

That was just it. At some point, the novelty wore off. Yes, they were running in formation and that was interesting. Yet watching that got old after about eleven minutes.

So Rabbiteater couldnt fathom why the Order of Seasons wanted to copy that. Then againbeing on the scrying orb was an allure of its own.

Come on, Ser Solstice! Lets show off our Order! Weve put in a request to Wistramhow am I supposed to use this thing again?

The Summers Champion accidentally kicked a ball straight into the Springs Wardens chest plate. She let it drop and fielded the ball back, with a considerable amount more dexterity than he.

You pass the ball, Ser Greysten. Like so.

Are you two seriously considering this?

Knight-Commander Calirn looked pained. The Winter Knight had declined to armor up, but the two heads of their Season were determined to get on television and showcase their order.

Egos, [Knights], [Knights]Rabbiteater didnt see the point. Oh, it was vaguely fun, he had to admit, but hed been on television a few times. He hadnt told them that, though.

The Goblin was game to join the two hundred [Knights] of Spring and Summer who were going to do the passing exercise as they ran around their keep, too. So he set off, passing the ball to Ser Markus, as the Order waved upwards.

The new way Wistram could showcase so many groups was [Scrying] spells. It was ingenious, really. You sent coordinates to them and they [Scried] your location. Some places were warded against such spells, of course, but the Order of Seasons had dropped their wards just to get on the news.

By contrast, Chaldion of Pallass had told Wistram flatly to use their [Mages] and scrying gear. Pallass would not drop their wards for a second.

Thus, [Knights] waved at the sky, hoping to be seen, while they passed the soccer balls back and forth with a good degree of accuracy as they jogged along. They were warriors after all.

Rabbiteater saw the Summers Champion excitedly checking the scrying mirror he carried as more [Knights] watched from the keeps walls. The [Knights] did a lap of the keepthen two

Were not showing up.

Ser Greysten slowed, the huge [Summer Knight] looking perplexedly at the Springs Warden. She shrugged.

Wistram hasnt selected our group for viewing.

What, are we supposed to keep running and waving until they do? We are the Order of Seasons!

Greysten was a bit petulant. The [Knights] slowed, some looking a bit hurt. Surely their famous Order would garner attention?

Compared to the King of Destruction, the Walled Cities, other nations, and every other Knight Order whod had the same idea in the world? Rabbiteater took a sip of water through his visor with a straw. He saw the latest showcase in between going back to Joseph and the soccer team were actually [Knights]. Onlythey were a bit smarter than the Order of Seasons in how theyd gotten attention.

Wistram was still playing the [Popstar]s music during the showcase, which really added to the visuals, it had to be said. In the spirit of such compilation videos, the best and most inspiring antics were being chosen.

To the fast, energetic chords of an electric guitar and of course, the drums and vocals, two [Knights] appeared on the scrying orb.

In bed. Not the same bed, mind you, but it was enough to throw an audience expecting another running Courier or group of exercising soldiery.

Even so, two very toned, muscular men sat up at the same time, almost overplaying yawns and stretching. Then an alarm bell rang.

What in the name of Troll dung am I looking a

Greystens outraged voice was shushed by the Springs Warden, who could appreciate the view. Similarly, a number of outraged Drakes and Dullahansmostly malebegan sending in complaints to Wistram. By contrast, Redscar pushed aside a few Goblins to stare with more attention.

Rabbiteater saw the two [Knights] shoot out of their beds as if launched. They looked outside, decided they were needed in armor now, and blasted out of their dormitory-style bedrooms in naught but briefs.

That didnt last long, though. Whoever had the scrying mirror backed up down the stairs ahead of them as they pushed and jostled, running down the stairs. One of the two [Knights], blonde, with a trimmed beard and an impish grin, had a bag of holding and was chucking pieces of armor at the other. His fellow, with orange hair that suggested some aristocratic blood tinged with a bit of purple at the roots, slapped on pieces of armor.

They were running down the stairs now, and the first [Knight] tossed the bag of holding at a pair of [Squires]. To Rabbiteaters entertainment and amazement, they were donning their armor as they ran.

By the time they were running through the keep they were based at, their [Squires] and the [Knights] had half their armor on.

Arming Skills.

Ser Markus whispered to Rabbiteater. The cheerful song was about four minutes long, which was as long as it took for both [Knights] to be out of bed, running out of their keep in full armor. It was an impressive display of preparation, showmanship, comedy, and something to look at.

That was entertainment. Ser Greysten was much unimpressed.

The Chevaliers dOmerra. Showoffs.

Dont be petty.

The Springs Warden teased him. Yet it was also proof that the bar was rising for good submissions. Kicking a few footballs around and running in straight lines was not enough.

Proof positive, the next view was a familiar man who had taken the worlds attention a few times. Lord Bel, the Lord of the Dance wasnt running. He was gliding across the floor. Someone did throw a soccer ball at him, and he kicked it up, keeping it on a leg as he turned, flicked it back with a smile at another [Dancing Warrior], who caught it between shoulder and head, then, with a display of muscular coordination, flicked it onto the other shoulder.

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Is that even legal?

Drassi turned to Joseph. The soccer coach hesitated, but Grimalkin boomed behind them. Theyd stopped to stare at the unfolding event.

Who cares? What excellent control of musculature! That group of muscles there! Finely developed! And did you see how coordinated they were, to disguise their movement by sliding their feet across the ground? Its a dancing technique, but the control required

Moonwalking. Or something.

Joseph murmured. The Lord of the Dance cut away to another display, this time as the other species of the world stopped Humans from hogging the spotlight.

A headless Dullahan kicked a ball, which was headed by a second one in armor. A third Dullahan, most mobile of the group, leapt up and kicked the ball into the goal, wearing cloth armor to allow such acrobatics.

The goalkeeper had missed, but he went into the goal to pick out the ball. Whichwas a head. The first Dullahan had launched herself at the goal, and looked smug as could be. Unphased by the kicks! All the other Dullahans applauded gravely, rather than jump around and shout.

This is amazing.

Joseph could barely tear himself away from the game, but he realized he was still supposed to be teaching the soccer team. How was he supposed to live up to that?

I think we have to try something big.

Drassi waved her camera-[Mage] into position as Joseph turned to Pallass team, who clearly felt the same way. He gestured.

Lets set up a game. Onlywere going to work on a goal-breaker.

A what, coach?

The team gathered around as Joseph stood around a map to sketch out some tactics. He was unaware of the television viewpoint shifting to him. He addressed the [Strategist] from Pallass as little Ekirra excitedly held up his football, panting.

A way to score on a good goalkeeper. Liscors has a great shield Skill and if you give him time to let it recharge, he can block most shots you can field. We need to work on better combos for scoring. NowIve seen Pallass score in the last game. You let one person kick on the goal.

Isnt that how you do it?

Not at all. A good technique is to pass and score. The keeper cant keep up, you see. So lets say you

Rea, Coach!

Yes, youre coming at the goal, Rea, on the groundyoud feint, pass left to Virr, here, and he passes again to someone here. See? Three directions and the keeper might fall for any one of them. Besides which, player three in the corner here has the best, most direct angle in. Thats how you score.

Of course. Of course!

The [Strategist] was making rapid notes. Joseph smiled. The game was more complex than just kicking the ball!

Plus, now we have an aerial component. So Ill be playing and well be setting up scoring opportunities. Obviously, the defending team should try to stop us. Well improvise some strategies. Lets fill the field!

Ekirra raced out with the attacking team. Bemused, the Pallass team let him wave his arms as a kind of mascot. Joseph grinned as he took aim.

No Skills this time! Rea!

He shot the ball to her. She went for a run on the goal. True to Josephs comments, if you could set it up right, multiple passes to make the goalkeeper uncertain was a nightmare to defend against.

Its rare you get that much time, though. Normally its a few players at best coming at the goal. This is an ideal situation. Howeverlets try with Skills!

Joseph was shouting. Sir Relz and Noass were commentating, timing out the game until the next person slated for viewinga group of Garuda who wanted to pass the ball an entire mile between themselves without letting it strike the ground.

Not a bad showing, Noass, although we are getting some incredible displays of physical prowess.

Indeed, Sir Relz, but lets not forget, this is Coach Joseph on his first day. It might be too much to expect him to fully grasp Pallass unique capabilities.

Noass sniffed, mostly due to his cold, and helpfully set up the moment for what would come next. The two Drakes were looking benignly, condescendingly amused as they sipped some restorative tea. Joseph shouted.

Aerial combo one! Rea!

This time he launched the football from the center of the field. Without a Skill, but straight at the Garuda. It was a risky move, and two fliers tried to dodge.

Miss Drassi, can you commentate on the dangers of aerial passes?

On the field, Drassi nodded as Rea lost the ball, failing to pass it properly and the team reset for another try.

Yes, Sir Relz! Aside from interception, you have to instantly pass. Which is a pain in the tail, or so it seems. The real danger though are the fliers. Broken ankles.

Broken ankles, really?

Oh yes. Garuda and fliers at that angle and speed? Im told you can easily break something. However, Coach Joseph is doing his bestoh! Before you cut to something else, it looks like theyre trying a Skill version of this!

Sure enough, Joseph had lined up. This timeRea dove as he shouted.

[Pinpoint Distance Kick]!

The ball shot across the field. The Garuda dropped, just under the established height of thirty feet for an aerial pass, and screamed. Joseph hadnt ordered her to, but shed clearly seen how fast the ball was coming up and realized her leg might not survive the impact.

Unless she used a Skill.

[Axe Kick]!

Josephs eyes widened as the Garuda dropped and her clawed foot hit the ball. The impact was like a thunderclap in the air.

He was amazed the ball didnt explode from the pressure, but Pallass used enchanted equipment, of course. The ball ricocheted down to earth like a comet.

Missing the two players set for the pass. Rea didnt have fine control with her Skill, so it hit the turf in front of the goal like a meteor. Dirt fountained up about ten feet in front of the goal as the ball began to bounce up. The goalkeeper was ready, but no one else was there. Cursing, Rea dove

A little brown head came up and head-butted the ball midair. By luck, by accident, the little Gnoll racing around in excitement had been close to the impact.

Ekirras head smacked the ball and Joseph heard a ping in his head at the same time as the ball bounced. Straight into the Dullahan goal-keeper.

The Dullahan had set himself, arm raised. He had a blocking Skill, and Ekirra shouldnt have generated that much force. In truth, the little Gnoll might have knocked himself silly given the dangers of such an impact. Yet somethinghappened.

The goalkeepers eyes widened a moment before the ball struck him in the chest. Grimalkin, idly watching from the sideblinked. The [Sinew Magus] saw the Dullahan, steel armor dented, fly past his head. He whirled, pointed.

[Featherfall]!

He caught the Dullahan before the goal and keeper hit the ground. The impact had been more than just the ball; it had blown the entire goal back!

Ekirra lay on the ground, head spinning dizzily. Rea, the other players, JosephSir Relz and Noass mouths were wide open.

Whatwhat h

Drassi picked herself up, looking astounded and at a loss for words for once. Grimalkin was already bending over the Dullahan, making sure he wasnt injured badly. As everyone came running overJoseph to check on Ekirrahe stood up, nodding.

Dented armor. Maybe cracked ribs at most. Not a problem. The child?

He didnt look as concerned for Ekirra. Sure enough, the Gnoll boy was dizzy, but grinning stupidly.

What in the name of scales was that?

One of the players demanded, wide-eyed. Grimalkin boomed the answer at the same time as Sir Relz bellowed it.

Combination Skill! They just pulled off a Combination Skill live on

Every head turned to Joseph. The [Kicker] stared around. Yet it was true. It had gone off in his head, as if he was about to fall asleep, but while he was fully awake.

[Combination Skill Meteor Guardbreaker Shot obtained!]

Drassi threw up her claws. Pallass team began shouting. Joseph looked at Ekirra, then around, as clearly confused as everyone else.

This was maximum entertainment.

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If youre just tuning in, a Combination Skill has just been discovered, live! On Wistram News Network! Noass, can you explain to the viewers what this rare phenomenon is?

Of course, Sir Relz. Its a technique that only occurs when multiple Skills activate at once. It can then be redeployed by any of the participants, but it is a highly situational, highly powerful phenomenon.

The two excited Drakes voices were echoing through Wistram, who were as excited as the rest of the audience. It turned out little Ekirra had used a head-butt Skill, one of the three total he possessed.

The rest was history.

No, wait. The rest was maximum viewership and television! In the Wistram News room, every [Seer], [Diviner], and so on were sorting through submissions, talking rapidly to people who wanted a piece of this moment.

Not only them. [High Mages] and higher-ranking members of Wistram were helping, so it was no surprise to see Viltach shilling for Human submissions, and arguing with Nailihuaile.

Give another [Knight] Order a chance! I have the Order of Seasons

Boring! I want to see something amazing! Thoseput those on after the soccer team!

The Star Lamia was excitedly waving her arms. She pointed and the obliging orb and broadcast, on a five minute delay, shifted to another viewpoint.

Pomle. A group of [Martial Artists] were spread out over about four hundred feet of ground in a rough circle. They were leaping, kicking, or punching a ball that was ricocheting around. Orjin, Strongest of Pomle, hit the ball so fast that the [Scaled Fist] missed her punch. It hit one of the oasis trees, bounced off the tree, and cracked it in half. Viltach spluttered of course, but the [Knights] were clearly outmatched by that kind of entertainment.

Of course, the live broadcast was still on Ekirra, who was smiling, still a bit cross-eyed.

I learned how to head-butt before I played football! Guardsman Relc tried to teach me Relc Headbutt, but I only got

The broadcast was filled with excited [Mages], interesting sightsfar overshadowing the poorer submissions.

Which were, to their respective disappointments, the Order of Seasons and Nsiia, both of whom couldnt match the excitement of the best submissions.

Into this moment strode Eldavin. The lesser [Mages] parted like a swarm in front of the half-Elf. He looked around.

What are you all doing?

The [Mages] looked at the upset Dragon. They hesitated.

Grand Magus? Is something the matter?

I should say so! I am seeing this display of ability from every corner of the world! Yet where are the [Mages]? Where is Wistrams pride?

The half-Elf stared about. A few jaws dropped.

You meanbut were not [Warriors], Grand Magus. And this has been a decidedly, er, physical event.

One of the [Mages] blustered, and then recalled he was talking to Eldavin, who looked like a Grimalkin of half-Elves. He was fixed with a stare by Eldavin that was practically a [Frostbite] spell of its own.

Young mage. Tell me something. Is there anything that can be done that Dr[Mages] cannot do better?

The arrogance of[Mages]. The group of spellcasters looked at each other. Eldavin sniffed.

Thats what I thought. Put us on air in fifteen minutes. Anyone wishing to join me is free to participate. Students, teachersI think outside the academy will do.

He pointed at the Archmages.

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Rabbiteater sat on the grass, sipping from his water flask with the handy straw. The other [Knights] of the Order of Seasons sat around glumly.

No featuring for them. Greysten was complaining to the Falls Sentinel, who was personally talking to [Mages] in Wistram.

No luck, Im afraid. LookWistram is next.

Thats sheer favoritism

The Summers Champion hesitated. For there, on screen, was Grand Magus Eldavin and nearly a hundred [Mages], students and older, demonstrating the art of grandstanding.

Now, how does the expression go? Ah, yes. Pass the ball.

Eldavin gestured. Then, with a good show of it, the white-haired half-Elf with the beard who looked like he was pushing two hundred casually kicked the [Fireball] left. The [High Mage] turned dead white, but she fielded the ball, and kicked it ahead.

The [Mages] were running too, incidentally. OnRabbiteater blinked.

The surface of the ocean, around the Academy of [Mages]. One of the [Mages] passed the ball up towards someone else running on a [Light Bridge] spell. Eldavin harrumphed. He caught the eye of the camera and closed one eye, smiling rather arrogantly.

Just a bit of magical finesse. Even [Mages] must indulge in such things. Keep running, students! [Tidal Wave]!

He pointed to some lagging students and an obliging wave swallowed them. Ahead of Eldavin, the [Mages] were vying for the ball, throwing it around with telekinesis, laughingand showing off of course.

I believe that would be the spectacle to beat.

The Falls Champion remarked drily. Greysten threw his hands up in exasperation.

[Mages]!

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This is too bloody amazing. Someone get me a [Teleportation] spell.

Daly looked around as the [Mages] came onto the scrying orb. Ironically, the United Nations company and the Earthers there werent as excited as other groups across the world.

Mainly because Luan was missing. Even Daly was trying to force the mood a bit. He looked about, and then dropped it. Paige was looking at the orb, grimly tuning a crossbow.

Luan was gone. Probablydead. There was no body, but the [Bounty Hunters] had been arrested once it had been clear theyd hit him with a [Fireball] at sea.

The scrying spells had failed to pick Luan up. Given that he didnt have anti-scrying gearit meant he was likely dead. No Luan to scry.

Daly knew that, but hed led three water expeditions to where Luan had been. No good. He sat there, staring at the television without smiling much.

Another reminder of mortality in Baleros. Yet Josephs appearance had still had an effect. Ironically, not among the more sports-loving members of the United Nations; Daly, Dawson, and the others were somber.

So was Geneva Scala. Yet she was determined as she slowly packed up the best copies of each surgical tool and instrument. Also, the jar donated by the Hundredfriends Courier, her notes and samples of other poultices, healing methods or experimentation

Geneva. Geneva, please, lets talk about this!

She spoke. Or rather, her mouth moved. It was not Geneva who spoke, of course, just the other person inhabiting her mouth.

Ive made up my mind, Idis. The Yellow Rivers plague is being managed.

It was far from over, but the cure was out there. Geneva was busy packing. It was the first step, although she had to go to Daly and Paige right after this. Perhaps theyd be upset.

Idis certainly was.

Right, right! But you promised! What about my people?

Geneva hesitated. The Selphids who had come to Talenqual had beseeched her to help with the sickness afflicting their kind. The wasting of their species.

Im aware and I will do everything I can, Idis. However

She closed her eyes. Her medical self weighed the ethics of her choice. An entire species versus one person?

The Wasting disease has not killed Selphids over this many generations. It may be callous, but there is a patient who needs my direct supervision now. They have already failed to revive her and they might well kill her before I arrive. More than that?

She stared at her personal scrying orb, which she seldom watched for recreation. YetGeneva looked at Pallass, Joseph bouncing the ball with Ekirra.

It looked safe. Safer than Baleros, the continent plagued by so many bloody battles. Perhaps it was petty, wrong of her. Yet for once, she had done as Okasha always wanted. She was putting herself, or rather, her company ahead of her class.

I will return. The United Nations Company might not go. Yetwe might be able to journey to Izril relatively quickly.

Its too dangerous, Geneva. It will take weeks! Look, please talk to Calectus! You cant just decide this!

Ive made up my mind, Idis. I am asking you not to stand in my way. The Bodies of Fellden can join us, of course.

Genevas hands were steady as she packed up her equipment. The truth was she wasnt sure this was the right move. What had forced her to choose was a number of decisions.

The first was Luan. It was one too many lives lost. Geneva couldwouldsave lives here, as many as she could. Yet the other Earthers didnt deserve this.

A bounty. They killed him over a bounty.

Geneva

The second reason was Erin Solstice. Geneva could not help Erin beyond formulating strategies without being there. Not to mention a Potion of Regeneration might save countless lives if she figured out how it worked!

The third reason was contradictory with her medical teachings. Yes, one person, even from Earth, did not outweigh the needs of a species afflicted by this Wasting disease. If Geneva measured by the QALY quotientquality-adjusted life yearsher decision was clear. Like a triage or other measurements a medical professional had to make in choosing who to help, Selphids as a people required assistance perhaps only Geneva could give.

It would have been easy to rely on that. Except for Idis. Except for Okasha. Except for Calectus and the Bodies of Fellden, the Selphid mercenary company, however well-meaning they were.

If one tenet of Genevas practice was to do no harm, and to save as much life as possible, another was not to endanger her patients. She felt now, stronger than ever, that Baleros, and this Selphid company which had come here for her interfered with that second clause.

It had taken a lot of time, making Idis her friend. Establishing the rapport she should have truly built with Okasha. Now was the moment, though. Geneva breathed out. There were actually few valuables the United Nations Company could not grab and run with. Their lease? Theyd lose it anyways. Gold? Possessions?

She stopped as she put it all into her bag of holding. Not her choice. Geneva Scalas heart was beating fast, yet she felt the Selphid slow it reflexively. The [Doctor] spoke, as persuasively as she could.

Idis. I am asking you to help me. I know what your orders are, and your company. Please. Assist me.

The Selphid hesitated. Geneva Scala stood there, unable to move her body. For a moment, a long moment, she feared that she had failed, even after all her hard work getting Idis as an ally.

Then her hand moved up and grabbed the doorknob.

IGeneva

Idis didnt say anything. Yet she did not stop Geneva from twisting the handle. The [Doctor] actually smiled, knowing Idis sensed it.

Thank you, Idis.

She had to tell Daly and Paige, and then move now. The United Nations company was not the Bodies of Felldens target, anyways. That was why

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Huh. You know, therere not many Drowned Folks here. I suppose its hard to play this game on the water. Always feels a bit land-biased to me, though, dont you think, Erek?

Ook.

The orangutan looked at Seve-Alrelious, the Hundredfriends Courier. It was the second time that Seve had been here in as many months and he knew he was attracting attention. His tattoos stood out across his body, and he smiled, but declined to chat. He was waiting for his passenger.

She had prevailed on him, and of course the Hundredfriends Courier had answered the call. He understood there was some trouble, but Geneva Scala did not have to explain. She had to ask and he would answer. That was the debt he owed the Last Light of Baleros for saving so many selflessly.

To wait, he checked the scrying orb, watching, while keeping an eye on the harbor docks. Geneva had told him it might be another hour or two, so he was game to wait. The trick was not to draw attention to her plans; he pretended he was waiting for a delivery, not intimating who the cargo was.

Seve waited, watching the splendid little diversion on the scrying orb with Erek, the glowing orangutan bound to him by magical tattoos.

He waited.

And waited.

After three hours, Seve sensed something was wrong. He threw caution to the winds and made his way to the United Nations Company, then Geneva Scalas clinic.

Of course, by then he was too late.

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Geneva Scala, Last Light of Baleros and [Doctor], opened the door. A tall Dullahan, still bearing the bodys death-wounds, blocked it.

Calectus. What a surprise. Are you injured? How can I help

Geneva stepped backwards. She was not a good actress. Nor, as it turned out, would that have helped. The Selphid looked down at her, smelling of the faintly formaldehyde-analogous preservatives Selphids used.

Calectus, [Honor Guard] of the Selphids looked down at Geneva in silence. His features were dead and though he mimicked his host-species naturally less-emotive states, he was plainly disapproving.

Reproachful, even. He adjusted the loose Dullahans head attached to the body and spoke.

Geneva. I had hoped that the actions of my people earned us more trust than this.

The [Doctor] fell silent. He knew. Calectus was not alone, either. A group of four Selphids stood behind him. However, she still made the best attempt possible.

What, Im sure I have no idea what youre talking about. I

Izril is too far. Too dangerous. Did you not promise me you would help me save my people?

The [Honor Guard] stood there, stiffly. He was disapproving. The other Selphidsless so. Geneva hesitated.

The truth was impossible to hide. So she stood, straighter, and faced him directly.

Calectus. I intend to fulfill that promise. However, a patient needs my care in Izril.

One Human? You cannot risk your body, your life when we need your abilities here!

A Selphid she did not know the name of scoffed. The [Doctor] met his gaze.

It is not your right to tell me who I must treat. I am aware of the suffering of Selphids. However

She hesitated, but it was time to say it. She looked at Calectus again, then slowly touched her back, indicating the wound that had left her paralyzed. Then her chest.

This is not an equal relationship, or an unbiased one. Calectus. Okasha was proof of that.

His eyes flickered. Some of the other Selphids exchanged glances. The [Honor Guard] inclined his head slowly.

Nevertheless, Doctor Scala. My people die and suffer. Will you not reconsider? The Bodies of Fellden and I have orders regarding you. Orders which I must carry out. HoweverI would like to cooperate.

Geneva hesitated.

Do I have a choice?

Let us provide escort to your company. Perhaps act in your stead. If you wished the rest of your company to journey to Izril

Calectus, that is not within the scope of our mission.

It could be.

The Selphids were not united. Calectus head swung around to address a Selphid behind him, looking irritated at the lack of unity in front of Geneva. The [Doctor] peered at him, trying to gauge his reactions.

If I promised to return? If you went with me?

Calectus frowned. Again, the Selphid in robes, one of the [Mages], answered for him.

The Minds will not allow this. Need we ask for instructions, Calectus?

The voice was warning. The [Honor Guard] shook his head after another second. He met Genevas eyes, looking torn.

I am sorry, Geneva. Hollow words though they are.

She exhaled, slightly. Lifted her hands; they were sweaty.

Then I will abide, Calectus. I will remain here. Perhaps if the United Nations company were given escort instead of methat would be amenable.

He began to nod. The other Selphids hissed. Calectus held up a hand and stepped back.

A moment, please, Geneva.

They began arguing, one of them deploying a [Silence] spell. Geneva saw Calectus began to speakthen gesture more emphatically. The angry [Mage] retortedCalectus lifted two fingers. Then lowered one.

The other Selphids went quiet. Genevas skin prickled as she felt, as she had on the battlefield, the propensity for violence or

Calectus. I will stay and treat the Selphids. Do no harm. Any of you.

He looked up and nodded. Geneva looked at the other Selphids.

If only it could have ended at that. Howeverthe [Mage]s eyes narrowed. They put a hand to their temple, and their eyes widened, then became triumphant.

That is no longer a possibility. Calectus. The Hundredfriends Courier is docked at the harbor. She plans to escape with him! Do you think our company can or should clash with a Sea Courier of his reputation?

Oh no. Seve! Geneva saw Calectus face change. He gave the other Selphid the same lookthen his face was anguished.

Then resigned. He straightened and sighed.

It seems you are correct, Magus.

Calectus, dont

Geneva looked around. The window? She began to edge over. And her feet abruptly stopped. She tried to make them move. Yetthe [Honor Guard] was looking at her now. He spoke solemnly.

Doctor Scala, I respect your desires. However, the Minds of Selphids gave me clear instructions. Idis.

Genevas body had already stopped moving of course. Now, it straightened, with a [Soldier], a [Warrior]s precision. Even saluted the other Selphid. Geneva heard a whisper from within her.

Im sorry. I warned you!

They had known from the start. Geneva was helpless. The Selphid [Mage]s eyes were triumphant. Yeteven as Geneva struggled against her own body and knew she would never win, she wondered how they had known she was leaving to begin with!

The answer became apparent as Calectus looked around and glanced over his shoulder, his head rotating a hundred and eighty degrees.

It seems we must engage our contingencies. Make the company ready. Doctor Scala is mostly prepared, which aids us. Grab any additional tools. Prepare to move out.

Yes, commander.

Selphids moved into the clinic, smoothly grabbing additional supplies. Geneva tried to move her mouth.

This is a mistake. How did you even?

She saw Calectus gesture. One of the Selphid [Mages] walked over to a wall. He rubbed at the blank plasterand a glowing rune appeared.

A listening spell. Theyd bugged her clinic! And Idis had knownthat was why shed been arguing out loud

Im sorry.

Geneva stood there, at military attention as Calectus looked at her.

Doctor Scala, your level has risen high enough. I must insist you accompany us.

It wasnt even hard. Idis moved Genevas body so there was no struggling. No fight to give. She just sat in the coach after leaving the clinic, lying to her staffs faces. Only when she was given her tongue back did Geneva look at the Selphids.

Do you think you can force me to help you?

The Selphids looked at her. Calectus looked slightly ashamed, yet he was still direct. He spoke, quietly.

Franklyyes. Im afraid your moral convictions are clear, Doctor Geneva. We are desperate. We cannot risk you dying on Izril. WeI am sworn to defend my people. Thus, my class. Even if I must cast aside honor to do so.

He exhaled, though it was an unnecessary gesture. Geneva saw him turning, and felt her pivoting to walk with him.

Dont do this, Calectus. Please.

The Selphid [Honor Guard] looked at her. Then he gestured.

Your company will be untouched. They will not be able to follow us. We are taking you to one of our bases. The Minds await. Move out.

That day, the Last Light of Baleros

Vanished. Straight out from under the noses of all the observers, Niers students, and her company.

-

It was football. Or soccer if you were weird. Really, it depended on perspective. The point waswas it coincidence, or was it football that caused this kind of day?

ThisEmpress Nsiia had gone through the worst days of her life. Yet the problem was, it was never a single day.

It repeated. So, she shed a few tears. Armsmaster Dellic and some of Illiveres fittest warriors hovered, uncertain of why she was crying.

Surely not vanity? It was not that.

She just wanted them to know she was alive. Yet she couldnt get onto the stupid news. Nsiia sniffed. She would cut off a finger to give them somethingsome of the cheer pervading the news.

In fact, the news, which often gave no truth to tragedy. When it was happy, the world was happy. When some arbitrary people decided everyone should grieve, that was what you saw.

How quickly they had stopped saying Tiqrs name. How fickle the world was. Nsiia saw it as some vast, ever-changing thing. Not like an animal at all, but some hive which could be capable of great good, or wrath, but forgot faster than anything.

Not like elephants. Not like Thef. A glorious and petty thing.

So how did you get its attention? Nsiia wiped her tears away just outside of Femithains mansion, in the streets. She looked at the [Mage] and realized, ironically, the sight of the Empress of Beasts bawling her eyes out might have gotten her the attention.

It might have, indeed. Nsiia came to a sudden realization. Her eyes widened. She crouched and before Dellic could react, started running. The [Mage], who had been yawning, snapped his head up as Nsiia put into action her plan.

-

Her conclusion was the exact opposite of Rabbiteaters. The frustrated Order of Seasons hadnt figured out how to top the displays on television. Aura blades and so on couldnt match the magic now sprinkled into these viewings.

Rabbiteater had been giving it a good think himself, game to help these nice people. Howeverhe had to admit he wasnt that smart.

He didnt have some unique way to blend Skill and talent such that Wistram would have no choice but to showcase the Order of Seasons. Perhaps a smarter person would have. Like Chieftain Rags. OrErin.

Rabbiteater missed her. He thought about it, as he sat in the grass. Then he had his idea. He trotted over to the Falls Sentinel and made a request.

What, Ser Solstice?

The older [Knight] looked surprised, but he was perfectly content to put Rabbiteaters slightly-audacious plan into action. The Springs Warden and Summers Champion glanced up, slightly hopeful. Rabbiteater smiled.

Where the Empress of Beasts had found a clever solution born out of her understanding of, well, people, the Goblin had taken a different tack.

He just cheated.

-

The event was winding down. Joseph was tired, and Ekirra was falling asleep on his feet after working out so hard twice. But the little Gnoll was smiling.

Do you know his parents, Coach Joseph? Pallass might want to make them an offer of citizenshipwe could always use strong players for a junior team.

The Drake [Strategist] was looking at Ekirra appraisingly. Joseph had no idea how to respond to that. He was almost snoozing himself as he waited to go back to the inn. Drassi had returned to the booth, ejecting Noass.

Its been a great day of submissions. I think well be playing more all night that were recorded, but we have a few more live ones to get to

Josephs head nodded as he and Ekirra sat down, sweaty, exhausted, despite the stamina potions. He drifted off for a second.

[Conditions Met: Kicker Football Player Class!]

[Football Player Level 14!]

[Skill Fast Feet obtained!]

[Skill Second Wind obtained!]

Not so vast. But new. Joseph smiled as he opened his eyes. Hed suspected that would have happened. He began to get up with Ekirra in his arms as the door opened. Yet hed done so too soon.

The second notification hit him loud as, louder than the first. Andodd.

[Coach Drob!

[Coachmobtai!

[Radiant Coachdr]

[Coach Class Obtained!]

[Coach Level 16!]

Joseph walked into the wall. Yet it wasnt done. The voice in his head kept shouting, as if it was as amazed as he was.

[Conditions Met: Coach Famed Coach Class!]

[Conditions Met: Famed Coach World-Renowned Coach Class!]

[Skill Eyes of Talent obtained!]

[Skill Unveil Potential (Magical) obtained!]

[Skill Legendary Reputation obtained!]

[Skill

Joseph felt Ekirra wake up. He saw the little Gnoll yawn. Wide-eyed, Joseph looked about.

Oh my god. I broke it.

He practically ran into The Wandering Inn, holding up Ekirra, wanting to stare at the news. It had to be that! How many people had seen Joseph? How many people had treated his advice as a lesson? It was the class. Teacher to the world. He held Ekirra up as both stared at the scrying mirror. Ekirras eyes widened as it flicked to another viewpoint. Joseph blinked. He forgot about his new class for a second.

Two seconds later, he tossed Ekirra out of the common room.

-

Empress Nsiia of Tiqr, or at least, what they called her on the news, did a juggling trick with a soccer ball. Then she kicked it.

It bounced off Armsmaster Dellics face. Nsiia laughed as he jerked in surprise. No one else was really fielding the ball, either. So she just ran.

The [Scrying Mage] tracked her with his eyes as she ran. Incidentally, Nsiia knew she was live.

General Vasraf was summoned from his tent by a shout. He stared at the scrying orb, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Salii, letting the [Martial Artists] continue their training exercise despite the cameras not being on them, looked up at the shout. The citizens who had fled Tiqr were staring at one of three scrying devices that all of Pomle had. Some were staring. Otherslaughing. Or cheering.

Why? Salii glanced at her orb. She blinked, checked her spectacles.

Oh. How clever.

Scandalous!

Sir Relz lost his monocle. Drassi was blinking, half-using her notes as a shield. She turned to the Drake.

Uhwho decided to show this?

Not me! Its indecent! There are children watching it!

Wow. So someone in Wistram is a pervert.

Drassi smiled. Then amended her statement.

I suppose its topical. Erthis is almost definitely Empress Nsiia, formerly of Tiqr, the Empress of Beasts. Is this how she normally exercises, or do you think its special?

Why are you asking me?

Sir Relz snapped. Drassi gave him a look.

Well, I wouldnt know.

She gave another glance at the scrying orb, which was getting a lot of angry [Message] spells. Eldavin strode into the scrying room.

What is wrong with you people?

But it was too late. Someone had indeed decided it was exceptionally topical to feature Empress Nsiia running around the walls of the city. She wasnt doing anything special or running particularly fast. A few Golems were chasing after her, with blankets, as Magus-Crafter Femithain realized what she was doing.

Yet she had gotten herself on television. The only way she knew how.

Nsiia was not topless. Because that implied there was other clothing on her. She was running, laughing, waving an arm at the [Mage] keeping her in view as Armsmaster Dellic and some of the soldiers followed. They seemed uncertain of what to do. Nsiia had begun removing clothing and, well, gotten a lot more attention from the [Mages] screening the submissions.

General Vasraf stared at the Empress of Beasts evading a chasing Golem trying to insert a modesty-blanket into the scene. Sir Relz and Drassi were arguingSir Relz actually to keep it up.

Erwellshes clearly making a statement, so if were showing her

What if it was a naked male Drake! Gah! Youre disgusting! Noass, get in here! Im leaving!

Drassi frowned as someone approached her with a [Message]. Chaos in the studio.

Vasraf saw Nsiias head turn. She looked at the viewer. Across the world, people got a good view ofeverything, as she stopped and faced the viewers.

Was it sheer vanity, madness, the King of Destructions desire for attention that had prompted it? Certainly, it had an effect on a number of people.

Including the Siren of Savere, whose eyes narrowed dangerously. Reminded of her nemesis. Queen Yisame delicately averted her eyes, but both glared.

That did not look like a miserable prisoner under Femithains aegis, did it?

It was not for either one that Nsiia did this. Not for attention. She looked into the scrying mirror, and the worlds second nudist on televisions smile wavered.

The [Wild General] felt likeshe was staring at him. The warriors who had been looking at their leader looked at her eyes. Everyone else didnt notice her expression at first.

Get me a recording.

Ieka whispered to a [Maid].

Saliss of Lights just rolled his eyes.

Amateur.

Then he saw Nsiia lift an arm. Her tanned skin glistened in the fading sunlight. Surely some [Poets] were already composing verses about curves and glistening and whatnot, as they did.

They were welcome to it. Nsiia had stopped smiling. She lifted her hand up and clenched it into a fist. For this moment, she had abandoned modesty, as if she needed it. She looked into the orb, at Vasraf, at her citizens who might see her wherever they had gone.

People of Tiqr!

Nsiia shouted, as loudly as her lungs could fill with air. The [Mage], Dellic, and the others stopped. Even the Golems hesitated. The woman went on.

I am no longer your [Empress]. I have failed you time and again! Even now, some of you labor in chains, stolen from your homes. The herds have fled, our mighty friends lie dead. I am a prisoner in a cage made of kindness.

Femithain looked at the scrying orb, hearing the voice shouting, then a delayed copy coming from the orb. Nsiias eyes shimmered with tears.

Yet this I swear: while I live, while our people still fight for our home, Tiqr has not died! While my heart beats, I will find you wherever you have gone. Solive.

Shut it off!

One of the [Mages] turned to adjust the spell. This wasnt casual nudity, which Wistram could condone. This was

Eldavin calmly kicked the [Mage] behind the knees. Down they went. Eldavin looked around.

Let her speak. This is news.

He looked at the [Empress]. She was still speaking, knowing her time was running out. Eldavin gave her the moment. Brave girls. He saw her, like so many, point at him. At

Vasraf! Dont you dare die until we meet again. I command you.

She spread her arms, unashamed, and shouted. Crying, thrusting an arm back up in the air.

Tiqr falls! And Tiqr stands! Never forget! And give them no quarter! Tiqr stands! Tiqr

The image went blank. Then, turned to the two stunned Drakes in the studio. They said somethingVasraf didnt hear them.

He was laughing. Tears running down his face as he laughed at his silly [Empress]. So too were the people in the tent. In Pomle, wherever they were.

Empress of Beasts. She wiped the tears from her eyes. Nsiia knew that when she slept, they would give it back to her. It was not a burden she craved. Yet for them, she would bear it again. She accepted a blanket from the Golem staring down at her. She saw Femithain walking out of the gates.

You have quite made a mess of things, Empress Nsiia.

That was all he remarked when he looked at her. Nsiia wiped at her face, and smiled.

Would you expect to easily cage the Empress of Beasts, Magus-Crafter?

He gave her a rueful look.

I suppose I was quite arrogant.

-

Okay, I feel like I have to issue an apology here since no one else will. I didnt authorize that. Someone did.

The image had stayed on Drassi and Sir Relz in the booth. Although the other Drake seemed too embarrassed to come on set for the moment. So Drassi had command. She was sorting through [Messages] printed in-studio as she spoke.

I think this message puts it bestWhile I am aware some viewers may find this sight full of attraction, I must complain on behalf of my subjects about the indecent nudity expressed on Wistram News Network. Younger audiences may have been inappropriately subjected to the indecency of monarchs displaying less than appropriate grandeurwait a sec. That didnt go where I thought it would.

Drassi frowned, checking the sender.

Erthats by the Ruler of Khelt, Fetohep, of whom we can all agree with. Less than appropriate grandeur. Right. I see this one wants more naked people on air. Well, Oney Eminith, I dont agree. [Merchant] in Izril, incidentally. Thats right, Im calling you out!

Drassi slapped down another [Message]. She glowered, putting peril into the flood of [Messages] coming this way. Drassi checked another one, frowned, blinkedand then glanced up.

Whano way. Thats not

She stared at the [Message] in silence until Sir Relz hurried onto the set.

Something inappropriate, Miss Drassi? I am assured Wistram will not be broadcasting any more nudity, and we will in fact warn and perhaps set up a channel for indecent

Shut up, Relz. Ihey. Get me in touch with Wistram. Theres something you need to show. Hereheres coordinates I guess. Just do it. Why? Because Im your [Reporter].

Drassi looked rattled for a second. Then she went back to speaking.

I think this day has given us all some things to think about.

Indeed. Quite.

Sir Relz colored as she stared at him.

Not what I meant, Sir Relz. The football practice?

Er, quite.

Not to mention the wonderful displays of amazing talent around the world. In fact, we may be showing them later. I dont know, my times up and Im going to relax on my time off. Howeversomeones sent in a rather unique training montage.

More so than all of what weve seen? Drassi?

Sir Relz adjusted his monocle. Drassi nodded slowly. She stared ahead, waiting. And her tone was suddenly distant.

Yes indeedah, here they are.

At last, so they were. The Order of Seasons appeared in the scrying mirror. Waving, kicking the ball around.

This is the Order of Seasons, no doubt. Around their keep, running, passing the ballI see nothing extraordinary, Drassi. They are a renowned Knight Order, but what is the extraordinary event that prompted you to select them, may I ask?

Sir Relz looked skeptical. He turned to Drassi. She was searching the [Knights] running about as the aerial [Scrying] spell moved.

There he was. Rabbiteater saw himself, delayed on stream, waving up at the sky, turning to look at the orb, as the Summers Champion beamed and slapped him on the shoulder. The Springs Warden saluted, and the Falls Champion looked quite delighted for their moment in the waning sun.

Oh, its more symbolic, Sir Relz. You see, Im being told that someones issued achallenge? A commendation? From Liscor to Terandria, here I am. You were there, werent you? I dont think you played soccer. Definitely baseball the first time it came here.

Drassi was speaking quietly, looking into the scrying orb. Sir Relz glanced at her.

You mean, the first game of baseball? Wasnt that around

The Wandering Inn. Yes. Celum, if you want to be more accurate, but he was there. So was I. Thisvieweris calling in from Terandria. They made it all the way there, or so I gather. A guest of the inn. A personal friend.

Josephs head rose as Ekirra banged on the door hed propped a chair against, demanding to see. He looked around. Ishkr turned, blinking, confused.

Who could that be? Theres no way

Who is our mystery caller? That [Knight], there, in the unadorned armor? I dont see a crest.

Itsa Ser Solstice. Although he gave me a different name. Hethe names secret. But hehe likes eating rabbits. Theres your hint.

Drassi was breathing heavily. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. Sir Relz looked at her uncomprehendingly, not sure what had set this off in his co-host.

Ishkr dropped his cleaning dust rag. Joseph looked around. He didnt see

He ran to get Numbtongue. He never made it to the door; Bird smacked straight into him, bowled him over, and ran, all four arms waving, into the [Garden of Sanctuary].

The Hobgoblin ran out just in time to see Ser Solstice raise an arm. Numbtongues eyes were wide.

It could not be. Yethe remembered Erin receiving the ransom notice. There he was.

His armor hid his face. But look: the crimson cloak swung around his shoulders. He still carried Headscratchers axe. Numbtongue reached for the mirror.

Drassi was hiccupping. She managed to stifle it. Because there was another layer to this.

Ser Solstice writesI am playing this fun game. Challenging the [Innkeeper] and inn when I get back. Very nice [Knights] here.

Ser Solstice. The name is familiar. The [Innkeeper] has to mean

Sir Relz looked at Drassi.

Rabbiteater saw the Drakes anguished face at last. He slowed his waving and smile behind his helmet. Because, of course, she had realized something.

He didnt know. In this world, the guests of The Wandering Inn had gone far and wide. His last message from Erin had convinced Rabbiteater she was fine. He didnt know.

Today, the news reached the second-last person to hear it. Drassis tears were trickling down her cheeks.

Imso glad youre okay, Ser Solstice. I thought you died. Theres something you should know, though.

Magnolia Reinhart said nothing. She sat, watching in silence, genial mood lost again. The third-last and fourth-last people, Magnolia and Ressa, listened to the news as Drassi broke it.

Tried to break it.

The thing isAncestors, I dont know how to say it. I thought everyone knew. Erinshe helped bring baseball here. Sheswasthe [Innkeeper] of Liscor. Famous in Liscor. Pallass too, if you dont know. Im sorry. Its just. Shes

Rabbiteater stared blankly at the orb. The Springs Warden, Summers Champion, Falls Sentinel, and Knight-Commander Calirn had all halted.

They knew from cadence and tone, just Drassis face. It was not something Rabbiteater could imagine, though. He stared, confused. Until it hit him.

It was not Drassi who delivered the news at last. She couldnt get the words out. Sir Relz, almost callously, spoke, finally snapping his fingers.

Erin Solstice. Yes, I recall her. The proprietress of The Wandering Inn. She isdead. Isnt she? Killed during a raid by the city of Hectval inoh.

Drassi looked at him. Sir Relz scrambled to clarify.

A terrible tragedy. Hectvalto inform our viewers, the city of Hectval launched a raid thatI understand measures were taken to preserve her life and Liscor and Hectval are in a state of warbut the [Innkeeper] known as Erin Solstice passed away roughly

He went on. Rabbiteater didnt hear it. He had dropped the scrying orb.

Ser Solstice?

The Springs Warden said something. Greysten turned to Rabbiteater, mirth forgotten. Ser Calirn reached out. Too slowly.

Rabbiteater felt the world sinking around him. He realized it was not the worldhe was.

He fell backwards, darkness closing in. He had never passed out, not in battle, not when he was wounded, bleeding. For the first time in his life, he let oblivion take him.

Rather than face the truth.

-

It was the last note of Drassis broadcast. She left, unable to continue recording and Sir Relz took over to apologize.

It was a sad moment to interrupt all the entertainment of the day. Too much reality, interjected into television.

That was the distinction between life and media. Uplifting, depressing, pure melancholy, slice-of-lifeeach to their own moment.

Silly and grand. Action-packed and trivial.

So. Another one of us is gone.

Rmi Canada slowly exhaled. He slowly crossed her name off the list. He had worked so hard to uncover it. Yet like so manythey were gone when he looked for them. Like the group he had parted ways from at Actelios Salash.

A cruel world. A realistic one. He slowly turned back to what he was working on. He would pray for Erin Solstice later, if he could find the words and belief.

Today? He turned to the head of the broadcasting studio. NotWistrams, but the elegant Stitchwoman, Silk-caste, of Nerrhavias Wonders, the Chandrarian-broadcast studio.

Bad news, Journalist Canada?

She attempted to look properly contrite for his loss, but Rmi just shook his head.

No one I knew personally, Emir Elanna. Is everything prepared?

The woman flicked her fingers slightly as she replied, a refined gesture with multiple layers of meaning.

To a modicum of satisfaction. Such a barbaric game. Yet you assure us that Wistram will find it of note. I can well assume the spectacle will attract such event. Such that Nerrhavias splendors will acquire their deserved place in the spotlight.

That was a yes, which Rmi interpreted after a moment. He nodded, and the Emir gestured elegantly.

Let us begin the spectacle.

She intoned, and into the air, the [Journalist] looked.

Of course, he knew Wistram was making an event of football. The Canadian [Journalist] was also aware people who met with Wistrams agents tended to disappear, probably to Wistram. He had watched the [Popstar]s performance, after all.

Well and so, Rmi had mixed feelings on how to influence global events, if at all. This? This was more in giving Nerrhavia and by extent, Chandrar, a bit of fair ground in the war for attention.

For Earthers, a hint that not everything came from Wistram.

And mainly because it was a lot of fun.

Grand viewers of Chandrar and the world over! I am Emir Elanna of Nerrhavias Fallen! It is my delight to introduce you to another new sport, that has not been showcased before on live broadcast!

At least this woman had the right stage presence for the job. As her broadcast came to life, Wistram News Network itself began to lose viewers as Nerrhavias Fallen literally bought attention.

Also because it was new. Trey Atwood nearly choked to death as the competing broadcast came to life. The Earthers of Wistram looked up, confused at what sport theyd had left to introduce? Basketball? Hockey? They saw Rmi Canada of course, and Elena was out of her chair, pointing. The [Mages] in a furor.

Him and that Joseph! Why are they at large? How could High Mage Merzun have lost against Montressa in Liscor?

Naili hissed at Beatrice. Eldavin, listening in past their shoddy spells, frowned. He hadnt excluded Liscor from Wistrams greed. Hed forgotten there were more.

A reckoning would have to come. He drummed his fingers on the table, then glanced at the scrying mirror set against the banquet halls wall.

Am I to take it from your reaction that this is another aspect of Earth?

Archmage Valeterisa eyed Elena with interest. The [Beautician] was spluttering.

Yes! No! Itssort of, but we cant play it!

That madman. That genius!

Aaron stood up and applauded Rmi as the young man explained.

This is a game dearly, dearly beloved in my homeland, Emir Elanna, and I can only thank the munificence of Queen Yisame that she has graciously recreated it for me here. To anyone who recognizes thisthe game is known as the famous, nay, renowned sport of

Treys jaw dropped.

What is it, Troy?

Goelv asked, the Gazers eyes curious. The [Sand Mage] breathed the answer as his fellow students stared at him uncomprehendingly.

Quidditch.

The carpets rose into the air, and two actual broomsticks. Nervous Stitch-People holding bats, the enchanted balls, and of course, the golden object of possession all hovered higher. An enchanted sphere zipped about as Rmi explained.

You see, this is a [Mage]s game. I am surprised Wistram didnt know about it.

He raised an eyebrow. The Emir, clearly enjoying the ribbing at Wistram, laughed politely.

Yet, as I understand it, players may hit these dangerous objects at each other? Even knock each other from the vehicles? Which is why all are warded with falling enchantments, of course. Such a violent game. Barbaric, even.

Ah, Emir Elanna, you know [Mages]unconventional. However, I thought it would be lovely to showcase. Perhaps Wistram lacks the artifacts to field their own team?

We have to play! How did none of you think of it?

Aaron bellowed as he left the table. George pointed at him.

How come you didnt?

A barbaric game? They were laughing, clamoring to play! The first game of the fictional game from Earth that had never been realized in actuality took place as the [Mages] susurrated. Hardly barbaric! Trey shook his head. It was amazing! He realized hed given away his cover, though, and was scrambling to explain to his friends

Right before the first fatality. A novice [Carpet Rider] lost control of her carpet.

She was of the String People, yes. Yes, she had enchantments. However, hitting the ground at nearly a hundred miles per hour meant none of that mattered.

The audience, Rmi, and the Emir all went quiet. Eldavin snorted quietly at his table.

Fools.

The Quarass did likewise, as she watched the same broadcast. The reason no one played that game was that flying was incredibly dangerous.

-

There was a benefit to the death, however. Not to the grieving fianc, the family, or the broadcast, which had to be terminated and all the hard work ended by the fatality.

However, there was a benefit. Just not for the living.

The bewildered ghost arose where she had died. Correspondingly, as the reality of her death set in, she was not lost to shadows, consumed. In fact, she was welcomed by the lines of ghosts, practically dragged before a council of royalty led by Khelts dead.

Tell us what is happening in the world, child.

The First of Khelt spoke, staring down at the little [Carpet Rider]s ghost. For how else would the dead know what was happening in the world?

There were very few ways, Erin had learned. Sances, summoning rituals to bind dead to the living, were out of fashion because of course the ghosts had been fleeing thethingsall this time.

Now, it would be impossible in Izril, or virtually. Plus, the living had to make the effort in most of the ways. For the dead to call on the living?

Only a few methods remained, and the easiestvia Khelt, wasnt working.

Fetohep has left Khelt!

One of the rulers cried aloud, frustration clear on his face.

To give it life and expand the borders. We understand the reasoning, if not condone it. Yet the timing is ill indeed. Perhaps our enemy commands luck itself. Fate.

Take heart. Nowexplain to us once again. What is soccer? We understand Wistrams broadcast.

The half-Giant ruler bent down and boomed to the quavering [Carpet Rider], staring at the dynasties of Chandrars greatest rulers and heroes.

So as before, now again. Mass-communication spells link this world. In my era, it was naught to be surprised at.

An Archmage sneered, as some of the rulers looked mightily impressed at the phenomenon. A [Sage] prodded her in the back.

Your era was marked by the end of magic for nearly three hundred years, due to the experiments your academy conducted.

That was an accident!

Accident? Countless millions died screaming from what you unleashed! Magic ended.

It came back!

Ghosts argued and bickered, silenced only when the greatest among them restored order. It was a sight to see, the conclave of the dead. If Erin could have watched, she would have.

However, Califor dragged her away from the ruckus to the eight.

Eight. An auspicious number, but Califor made nine, and Erin made ten. Soless auspicious. They didnt care.

Eight [Witches] sat or stood in a former throne room of old. They looked at Erin.

[Witches]. Each one far greater than Califor had been in life. The greatest of their eras.

First [Witches]. Later[Sages], [Heroes], [Monks], [Mages], and all the others who were vying to teach Erin Solstice. However, Califor had convinced the Rulers of Khelt to let [Witches] be first. How shed managed that, Erin had no idea. Perhaps the First of Khelt simply agreed that their classes shared common ground.

Ah. The living soul walks among us.

One of the [Witches] souls was so old she had forgotten what she looked like. She was more wisp than person, and kept coming back into focus. When Erin did look at her, she saw a grand woman, reclining with fur instead of robes, legs crossed, a smile like mischief itself on her lips, and a feather in her witchs hat.

All style, in short. Another [Witch] had eyes like a storm front itself was contained in them. Yet another was tall as two floors of Erins inn. Her skin looked like bark.

Legends. They sat, waiting, as the [Innkeeper] halted in front of them. Faced with the greatest of witch-kind that had ever died on Chandrar, Erin Solstice stopped.

Then she walked over to the nearest [Witch] and held out a hand.

Erin Solstice. Nice to meet you. Wanna hamburger?

She offered the [Witch] of trees a hamburger of memory, Imani-style since all the ghosts liked that. The [Witch] stared at her. Califor made a strangled sound in her throat.

After a second, fingers like twigs took the burger. Erin went around the circle, smiling and talking.

Hi, Im Erin. Have a hamburger. Hi, Im Erin. Hamburger? Erinburger? Umspaghetti?

She conjured the memory of a good spaghetti with alfredo sauce. Califor reached out and smacked it out of Erins hand. The plate hit the ground, shattered, and vanished.

One of the remaining [Witches] looked disappointed. Another, who sat in the center, did not. She raised one eyebrow and spoke.

We did not come here to gorge ourselves on memory and regret, girl.

Erin looked at her. Even the [Innkeeper]s cheerful bravado wilted for a second.

An eye stared back. A vast eye, joined by smaller ones, opening and closing, shrouded by a single, vermillion witchs hat. Each iris a different color.

That was all Erin could make out. There werelimbsyes, but the [Witch] beneath the hat was shrouded by darkness. It wrapped around her, yet Erin saw the flash of sharp teeth as the mouth spoke.

You are everything Witch Califor says. More and less. The courage to face down what we will not name. The arrogance to make nothing of your talents, to be satisfied with mediocrity.

Erin Solstice stared at the [Witch]. The things Erin had learned were these:

Gods were petty, ghosts were chaotic, and [Witches] were rude.

But youre dead. Its just a burger. Dont you want?

She was about to say that the [Witches] might never get a second chance to remember food or the joys of the living, but the [Witch] snapped back a reply.

We are dead, with the infinity of the afterlife before us. Yet somehow, you still manage to waste time.

Erin hesitated. Califor took her place, and the nine [Witches] looked at her.

You must learn something, Erin Solstice. We believe your nature matches ours. Will you at least listen to what we have to teach you?

The [Innkeeper] bit her lip. She fidgeted in front of the [Witches], glanced around.

Me? But I dont really fit in. Are you sure there are no legendary [Innkeepers] or, like, amazing [Bartenders] I can learn from? Really, thats more fitting than

She trailed off in front of the stares of the [Witches].

A fish dances on the line less desperately than you. What fear you, Erin Solstice? You have died. What is there left to fear?

Another [Witch] commented, her voice bubbling, hat concealing half-aquatic features. Erin looked around.

Im just not um[Witch] material! I like your hats! Its just

As stubborn as teaching Dragons manners. You said as much, Califor. I wonder why.

Yet one more [Witch]. She crackled, sitting opposite the [Witch] of trees. She wasnt exactly fire. More like the memory of it. Thuscharcoal skin. Ash, as if she were flaking apart as Erin looked at her. This ash-witch leaned forwards. She had one eye; the other was a socket.

What do you fear? Not the power of it, I think. Yet something holds you back.

In front of the nine stares, Erin Solstice hesitated. Why did she resist? She was dead. The world was in danger. She had always wanted the power to help her friends. Dreamed of it. Longed for it in those dark days. Why?

The answer slipped out of her.

What if Im not special, though? What if I cant live up to those expectations? I dont think Im capable of changing things. If you give me all this knowledge and put me in that place where everyone counts on mewhat if I fail and they all suffer and die because of me?

It was her great fear. A true answer, perhaps one of the truest she had ever given. Erin hung her head as she stood before the dead women.

Ah.

The Drowned Witch sat back. The others looked at each other. Two hats nodded. Then, almost as one, the coven began to laugh at her.

Bubbling chuckles, laughter like crackling wood. A hearty, booming laugh from the oldest among them. They laughed at Erin.

Hey. I was being heartfelt there. This is hurting my feelings.

The [Innkeeper] protested. Yet, the [Witches] just guffawed in her face. The one made of wood spoke. Her tones were hollow, like that of Giants.

SO SAYS THE CHILD WHO STOLE FROM THE ___S THEMSELVES. WHO STOLE THE BLADE OF KINGS!

A leafy bough lowered, holding a hat made of leaves. The [Witch] looked Erin in the eye, not unkindly. That was just it. None of them were incapable of kindness. They might refuse to offer it, but it was in them.

Great kindness. Terrible wrath. And a desiretwo vast eyes fixed Erin with a knowing look.

IF AN ARMY STOOD BETWEEN YOU AND A SINGLE FRIEND, WOULD YOU LET IT BAR YOUR WAY?

The reply came out of Erin.

No. But I wouldnt fight them. Id

Another [Witch] interrupted. The Gazer blinked at Erin.

If a wrong exists, will you not right it, if it is within your power? Do you let injustice walk before you?

Thats notno, but

I see foolhardy bravery. Burning passion. Cunningso deeply hidden it fools even herself! All she lacks is the courage to admit what she is! I see all that is a [Witch].

The others nodded. Erin felt like they were running over all her protests and objections, which of course was exactly what they were doing. She spread her hands.

What if I fail, though?

Califor stood up. The [Witch] adjusted her hat, and looked Erin straight in the eye.

To be a [Witch] is to try. You need not even bother to try. Do you think we would leave it to chance? You can struggle or protest or run. We will make you a [Witch]. Yet we will ask. Will you give it your all?

The [Innkeeper] met her first teachers of the dead. She looked from gaze to gaze, ancient beings, terrifying power.

Women, people who had once been like her. None of them had forgotten it. That was the difference between them and Belavierr. Between them and the sixgods.

They waited. Erin sighed. Not in denialjust letting go of something. Excuses, probably. They drifted away in the land of the dead. It did not change her in any visible way, or who she was.

Perhaps, thoughslowly, Erin relaxed her shoulders and straightened her back. She nodded.

I guess I can try.

The [Witches] smiled. As one, they nodded their pointed hats. Erin slowly sat as her lessons in the land of the dead began. She had already received her first one.

-

A game of football. That night, Joseph relaxed in his bed, feeling more secure than he ever had before. OhLiscors people werent happy. Several had come to shout at Joseph, including Lism.

However, it could have been worse. What truly mattered though, was his class.

[Coach].

He was no great football player, for all he was the first to get the class. Joseph could accept that. However, he would try to become the worlds best football coach. Hed fight for that, especially with the head start he had.

A day in the sun and shine with consequence all around.

Geneva Scala was missing, and her disappearance threw Talenqual into chaos, not least her allies.

Empress Nsiia had regained the attention of her enemies. Tiqr fell, Tiqr stood.

The Grand Magus, Eldavin, prepared to shake Wistrams foolish ways apart.

Mrsha had gone to Invrisil with a friend.

Rabbiteater, Ser Solstice, awoke to learn the world had ended.

Erin Solstice studied in the lands of the dead.

More, of course. Yet for now, the last thing to happen of any note was the little broadcast that most had missed.

The tearful words of a Drake to the Goblin who had not known. It played the world over of course, but aside from making some people sad, it had no impact, no connection with most who saw it.

Those that had known had already known. Except for those who had known wrong.

Even the skeleton had known. Even the Goblins and Antinium. Even Healing Slime, and the blind [Emperor] and little rats in a Minotaurs enchanted cell.

The last person in this world to learn the truth watched and listened to the broadcast, chuckling, making comments. Then choked, sprayed the noodles out of the bowl he was eating after his shift.

The stall owner objected, but the person didnt react. He sat there, holding the bowl until it crackedthen tossed down money and left the stall, shakily.

He walked the unfamiliar streets of a different city, attracting indifferent looks as he walked to his temporary apartments.

Senior Guardsman Relc stopped to lean against a building. He was fumbling at his belt pouch. Hehis clawed hand was shaking. He yanked something out.

How could it be? How? Had they forgotten? Had they

The letter was neat, printed from the Mages Guild, and now he looked at it, too sparse in details. They detailed the war, which hed been worried about. But in each one, now, he saw the truth the Drake had carefully written around.

His daughters neat handwriting, just above her signature on the latest letter, stood out to Relc Grasstongue.

Everything is fine over here.

Relc slowly slumped down the wall. All lies eventually bore out, even the best-intentioned of them. He sat there, processing what had happened long before he had known, that everyone else had gone through before him.

It changed nothing for Relc. He sat there for a long time. In a city far from the inn where he should have been.

What came after that was a different story, for another day.

Authors Notes: This is not the side story chapter with the theme of Paradigm Shift. I was surprised it won, but I will write it! Maybe next chapter?

However, thisis me writing what I want to write, and need to write. This is not Uplifting, or Slice-of-Life, but it has elements of a lot of the side stories put into one whole, unlike Paradigm Shift, which gets its own chapter. As you might infer from the downer parts.

Some things like Genevas section were pieces I didnt know how to incorporate and left hanging too long, perhaps. They could have been chapters of their own, but I put them in here.

Writing choices. At any rate, Im back. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and the amazing art of Enuryns that has just been done! The Wandering Inns menu, in high-res detail! All the things you cant eat at the moment!

Thanks for reading for now, and look forwards to more stories. Let me know which one youd like, in addition to the one youve voted on, of course! Ill let you know when you get that one. For now, Im away!

The Wandering Inn Menu by Enuryn the [Naturalist]!