Read Delve Chapter 261: Omen

Chapter 261: Omen

Countries and Settlements of Bellost - Sadiir

Compiled by Reece

Sadiir is a large, powerful country in the north-east of the continent. Sadiir is also the capital of said country, called Sadiir City when the distinction is necessary. Other large cities in its orbit include Wentu, Anena, and Riverdown. No, I wont be giving you individual entries for them. Youre not going to visit. Dont be greedy.

Sadiir was founded by the appropriately named Sadiir, a goldplate Guilder, approximately seven hundred years ago, though founded implies no one lived there before. What really happened was that Sadiir rebelled against the Guild of the time, forming her own independent mercenary organization and claiming all territory between the Rustpeak Mountains, the (former) Salt Sea, and the northern ocean.

Through brute force, aggressive recruiting, and promises of special treatment, she incrementally expelled the Guild from this claimed zone, forging her own state. This ended with Sadiirs (the persons) death by (supposed) assassination while on a trip to the depths, Sadiirs (the countrys) collapse, and Sadiirs (the citys) period of successful resistance under Sadiir IIs (the son and also the supposed assassins) reign.

Over hundreds of years and hundreds of heirs, the Sadiir family regained all of their founders claimed territory, and their brute rulership over it has transitioned into more traditional governance. The Sadiir family of today functions as a meritocratic monarchy, the highest-leveled family member overseeing subordinate lower-leveled sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, and niblings. This system causes no internal strife whatsoever, and the continued relevance of competing pseudo-military mercenary bands is entirely a coincidence.

The current top dog is one Kennagosi Sadiir, a level sixty-four Worldwright, Worldwright being the Legendary Geomancer class name adopted by Sadiir family members since they collectively decided the Salt Sea had to go. While unquestionably strong, beyond even what his level would suggest, Kennagosi is not in the Big Leagues. He has demonstrated oversoul and is able to break the damage limit, but these activities visibly tax him to an excessive degree, proving he lacks the core understanding of what he is doing and how to best remodel his soul for essence refinement. He doesnt rate a full dossier, so dont bother me.

Relations between Sadiir and the Guild of today are cordial despite the rocky events of the past, though Guilders tend not to find much success in Sadiir owing to competition. Relations with their neighborsthe Shadevale Dominion in the south and various large and middling city-states in the westare likewise cordial, owing to a policy of non-expansion rooted in Sadiir Is original claim (which included the Salt Sea, naturally, and dont you dare imply anyone else was using it). Both the Watch and the Bank operate in Sadiir without drama, now and historically, maintaining a presence in all cities named above. Unawakened are treated well enough and comprise over ninety-five percent of the population.

In summary, stay out of any sibling spats and/or civil wars, and you should be fine.

Stints breath came out in a plume as he stepped out of the inn where he and the rest of his team were staying between daily expeditions into the Gap. He still didnt know who Etter had been and what theyd done to get a gigantic fissure named after them, nor did he really care. What he knew was it had taken far too long to get here and that it was far too cold in the mountains. At more sensible elevationsand latitudes, for that matterFrostfall was the month dividing autumn from winter. Here, the division wasnt between freezing and not. It was between freezing and freezing more.

Today. Today, well get a blue. Maybe then Ill be motivated enough to think of a better metaphor.

Snow crunching beneath his boots, Stint made his way around the building toward the stable, thankful for his awakened constitution. Compared to him in his Ascension jacket, the locals were clad much more heavily with furs. It looked miserable. He was sure nobody would live here, given the choice, if not for the proximity of the ranked zone and the prosperity that it offered.

Opening the stable side door with a creak, Stint stepped quickly inside and closed it after him before too much warmth escaped. The tired Heater Plate at the back of the room was barely up to the task of keeping the interior at a comfortable temperature as it was.

Dust, of course, told Stint as much with a horsey sigh of discontent as he approached his stall.

Yeah, yeah, but my rooms not much better, Stint said, opening the gate and snagging a horse brush from the wall. Price of keeping a low profile. How about I make it up to you with some spa service before I get your breakfast? Lady V wont be up for hours, and Ive had enough of the common room for this and my next two lifetimes.

Dust gave a single, disdainful snort but trotted out into the central area without any goading.

Thanks for not unlatching yourself this time, Stint said, starting his work with the brush. You know we cant afford the trouble.

Dust gave another disdainful snort, pressing his powerful head against Stints side and making the grooming difficult.

Smiling to himself, Stint set about doing a thorough job, his mood improving until it came crashing back down with the slamming open of the door. In walked a pair of mercenaries, the same pair whod been disturbing the predawn quiet of the common room with their loud voices. The conversation was apparently still ongoing.

Wars coming, Im telling you, said one, a Spearwoman by the weapon she carried.

And Im telling you, wars always coming on Rellagia, said the other, a male Mage. Fighting theres like winter here. Never knows when to leave.

Oh, shut up about the cold, will you? And you know I dont mean one of their little border conflicts. I mean a real one. Theocracys gonna make a move. Why else would their queen have sent an ambassador here? Wont be long before she tries to hire a band or two for her conquest.

The ambassador can hire me any time she wants. Saw her down in the city last month before I got booted up here. Just about had an indecent incident on the spot, I did.

The Spearwoman made a disgusted noise, but Stints ears had pricked upas had his too-smart horses in a more literal sense. Both listened intently as the Mage began describing the ambassador in increasingly lurid detail, to his companions increasing annoyance.

Interesting.

Stint and Dust shared a look. Rains report from his time in Xiugaaraa had mentioned a suspiciously attractive ambassadorthough a male onefrom the Entin Theocracy. The captain had apparently suspected the man was up to no good but hadnt been able to investigate without borrowing a flagon of trouble. This obviously wasnt the same ambassador, but from the Mages description, the female version was no less a perfect specimen of beauty than the male one had been.

Suspicious. Do they just pick pretty people for the job, or...?

Stint found he was smiling. Not at the crude conversationwhich had devolved back into an argumentbut because whatever the ambassadors presence meant, it was strange news. There was a bounty for strange news concerning the Entin Theocracy. Rumor was it had something to do with Ameliahs past, but he had too much respect for her to have pried for details.

Should I pry with these two?

Shut your flapping mouth hole, or Ill stitch it shut with your guts, said the Spearwoman.

Ah, they probably dont know anything else anyway.

Stint continued listening for the next few minutes on the off chance the loud pairs conversation would return to the subject, but he had no luck. Soon, they were back on baseless rumors of the goings on within the former DKEof anarchy, cannibalism, mass executions, starvation, monster rampages, and every other awful thing the mind could imagine. True or notand it was probably not, here on the other side of the civilized worldsuch talk was just depressing.

Ascension wasnt strong enough to stick its nose into that pile of Dunch clippings. Before theyd left, thered been some talk of recruiting from the refugees in Freetown, but that had been as far as it went.

Finally, mercifully, the argument came to an end, though it was replaced by something nearly as upsetting. Stint and Dust shared another look at the wet sounds coming from the stall where the pair had retreated, answering the unspoken question of what theyd come out here for.

That, itself, was a bit surprising, given everything up until now.

Dont they have a room? Why didnt they just? Stint shook his head. Not my problem.

He quietly replaced the brush on its hooknot that it appeared the pair cared about his presencethen addressed Dust in a whisper. How about a nice walk before breakfast?

Dust snorted in agreement, and the pair of them walked softly for the main door.

Before they got there, something odd happened.

WARN

As soon as it appeared, the message was gone, and Stint would have sworn hed imagined it if not for the sudden pop of released suction, followed by a thunk of a skull against wood.

Did you see that? demanded the Spearwomans muffled voice from within the stall.

My head! complained the Mage.

Nobody cares about your head! Did you see it?! There was a rattle of the latch, and the door to the stall was abruptly torn open. The Spearwoman poked her head out, her hair in more disarray than Stint remembered. She quickly found him staring at her. You, did you see it?

I...yeah, Stint said, licking his lips. Some kind of warning message. He turned to Dust. What about you?

Dust blew out a negative. From the direction of the inn grew the sound of a developing commotion.

The Spearwoman blinked, looking between him and the horse, then shook her head. Hells, she cursed once more, then retreated into the stall.

Accurate, Stint thought as he headed for the door. Stay here and have some oats or something, he said to Dust, praying the troublesome horse would listen. He had bigger problems to deal with.

Okay, Velika said, getting to her feet. This changes nothing. Lets go.

But Gigs began.

Im sorry, did I ask for a vote? Velika snapped.

Stint sat quietly, staying out of it as the rest of the group argued. As the only Aspirant other than their marginally unstable guide and his former boss, he didnt feel like he got a say. He was only here because he knew how to ride the one horse that wouldnt panic in a fightand because nobody else eligible for the ranged party slot had been available or willing to come.

In his mind, he and Dust were very much here to carry the bags. The latter explicitly so upon special insistence by their eccentric captain. Rain had also set up the posting to require a Healer, a ranged specialist, and so forth.

Stint, at least, had a combat class. It wasnt much against the gigantic beasts Velika had been tearing through, but it was something, and he couldnt imagine what Mereck, Ruce, and Meloni were feeling. Honestly, all of them were below their depthwhether by combat ability or by aptitude for working with a team.

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In total, the party consisted of Velika, a level 53 Inheritor of Osar, whatever that was; Telen, a level 9 Rogue; Gigs, a level 9 Tortugo; Meloni, a level 9 Chemist; Ruce, a level 9 Diviner; Val, a level 8 Contender of Light, again, whatever that was; Mereck, a level 5 Healer, and himself, a level 5 Sharpshooter.

Dust would tell you he counted, but Dust was, in fact, a horse.

With an average level of thirteen and change, they were already flouting the standard guidance by exploring a rank twenty-five zone. Velika routinely bisected everything that even got close, but still. The zone itself was dangerous. The cold up here in the Sadiiri stronghold was nothing compared to the cold at the bottom of the canyon. Down there, the walls were ice, prone to sudden cracking and collapse, and the air was beyond frigid. Without Rains Immolate anchor, which he would only activate when they were away from prying eyes, exposed skin would lose all feeling within minutes.

And then there was the areas rank itself. It didnt bother any of the awakened, but Dust...

The stubborn animal clearly suffered as the rank rose. And yet, he basically pitched a fit whenever they attempted to leave him behind.

What was Rain thinking? We could have carried the gear ourselves...

ENOUGH! Velika roared loud enough to shake the raftersand him out of his thoughts. She stabbed the table with a finger as everyone muttered and rubbed their ears. The system sent that warning to everyone. Its nothing local and nothing to do with us. Are any of you system administrators? No? Didnt think so. We dont know what it was, and we couldnt fix it if we did, so it changes nothing. Im going. Anyone who doesnt come with me had better hope our competitions even more craven than they are. I know Im counting on that. Weve got a chance here to get ahead, and I wont let fear of the system crapping out on me stop me from taking it. She stood and strode for the door. Im leaving in five minutes. Meet me outside if you want a blue, or stay here and miss out.

Silence fell over the room as the door boomed closed.

Should...we try Rain again? asked Gigs after a moment.

Mereck shook his head. He said it was her call. Special expedition lead.

She has to protect us, though, said Meloni. If we all stay, then she wont have any choice but to Wait, where are you going?

With her, obviously, Stint said, his fingers trembling slightly as they found the doorknob. He firmed his grip, then pushed it open and turned, putting on a smile. Shes right, I think. Whats a little risk in our business? He shook his head, returning to seriousness. Ive worked with her before. Trust me, after a speech like that, shes going to give it her all. If you think she was decimating the wildlife before, just wait, but not too long, yeah? He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. Five minutes. Now, if youll excuse me, Ive gotta get the horse.

Theyre coming again! Stint!

Okay, I admit it, I should have stayed at the inn, Stint thought, drawing fletching to ear. He released, Seeker Shot correcting his aim and sending one of Tallhearts adamant arrows streaking into the glowing blue bird monster.

Snow Jays, they were called, and they were tougher than they looked for their size. It regularly took three good hits to bring one down now that the elemental enchantments on his arrows were depleted. The monster hed chosen to target had already taken a few shots, though. It exploded in a puff of snow as Stint dove from the rocky outcrop to dodge the rest of the swooping swarm.

Your party has slain a level-14 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 44%

Rahhh! Mereck roared wordlessly, flailing with the flaming branch he held, exploiting the monsters aversion to fire to herd them away from himself, Meloni, Ruce, and Dust. A series of metallic pings sounded, announcing the impact of several Snow Jays on Gigss shield, those hed managed to catch with Taunting Shout through their resistance. Valcurrently invisiblesniped two more of the things as they flew away, wheeling for another pass, though only one succumbed to the sourceless beams of Light Magic.

Your party has slain a level-14 Snow Jay

Your Contribution: 12%

Gods damn it! Telen shouted, scrambling to collect the daggers hed thrown unsuccessfully. That fucking asshole!

Stint searched for his arrow with his eyes but didnt see it. With a curse, he drew the last one he had remaining. He had wooden arrows, yes, but those would do next to nothing.

Velikas irritated words echoed in his mind as he scrambled back atop the rock and readied his bow with numb fingers.

Fuck this. Im going further out. Youre on your own for a bit.

That had been two hours ago.

One hour ago, Rains Immolate anchor had flickered and died.

If not for Merecks healing, Melonis stock of Ephemeral Oil, and the spare winter gear Dust had been carrying, theyd have succumbed to frostbite by now. Not that they werent all going to die, regardless. The blessed opportunity afforded them by the system hiccup had turned to disaster.

They wouldnt last much longer, and there was no one down here to save them.

In the encounter before this one, Rains Force Ward anchor had failed too. As a consequence, Telen had nearly lost an arm, crushed into a mangled mess. Saving it had taxed Mereck to the extreme, and the Healer had already been showing signs of potion sickness from all the alchemical concoctions hed been chugging. Velika, damn her, had taken the Winter anchor.

And then there was Dust. The horse had needed healing a few times, and that had only placed more strain upon him. He was only standing against the crushing weight of the zone through pure grit and spite. As the battle continued, hed kept snorting and tearing impotently at the frozen ground.

Even if we make it through this...

Els bollocks! Gigs shouted, pointing behind them. Stint tore his eyes from the incoming flock to see an enormous, aoaka-like beast drop heavily to the ground from a ledge above them, landing with a booming roar of pain. One of its curved horns was broken, and its shaggy white fur was stained with red, reflected by its lowish health bar, but red wasnt the color that nearly made Stints heart stop.

Lowland Frost Yak

Level 19

B-b-blue! Meloni shouted.

Stint goggled, almost losing his grip on his arrow before a cry from Val brought him back to the present.

Stint! Kill the damn birds! Gigs! Get in front of it!

Light Magic flashed, and another dialog appeared before Stints eyes.