The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 19

Book 7: Chapter 19

Yerra?

The question lingered. And that moment, the culmination of an adventure at sea, and the powers that claimed they ruled the waves clashingall of it ended. Or took an interlude.

Until the next time the world deemed the events worthy of notice. And many who heard the question, whether directly from the scrying orb broadcasting The Emerald Signet from the decks of a Drake ship, or thereafterreacted.

Wils sister, Talia, and his family. Yerranolas family and fellow Selphids. The students of Niers Astoragons class and the Titan himself.

So many more. But on another day in the summer, someone who didnt listen and had no idea that there were [Strategists] at sea sat in her inn. And she had a different kind of thought that had nothing to do with poison or Selphids or the oceanwell, one thing was related, at least.

I think today Ill try brewing some alcohol. I mean. I can. And thats how alcohol works. Brewing, right?

Erin looked at Lyonette for confirmation. The [Worldly Princess] raised her head; she was reading something.

How much of a profit should I expect? Alsodo it in the basement.

The young woman scowled at Lyonette as the papers rose. Not your traditional book, but a cheaper, rather less sturdy substitute. But it could hold ink and someone had carefully scrawled on it.

The Pallassian Times. It was very familiar. Palt had brought a copy into the inn. And it was, to Erins knowledge, a written and curated account of worldwide events. The [Innkeeper] hadnt read it; Lyonette had hogged it. Along with Drassi.

Wow. There was a battle at sea.

Erin read from the back of the newspaper. Lyonette glanced over it and scowled. Somehow, she had managed to emulate the classic newspaper look without having ever seen it before. That of a father, scowling at a child bothering him over the mornings breakfast.

If you need to use any of the gold or supplies, please make a list, Erin. Ill calculate the efficiency later. Also, try not to make a mess? Do you even know how alcohol is made?

I have a Skill! Why, do you?

I know it ferments. So good luck with your [Field of Preservation] Skill.

The newspaper rose. Erin opened and closed her mouth. Then she looked around.

Well, someones getting their [Sasser] class.

What was that?

Nothing!

Erin innocently got up. Mrsha hopped off the table as Erin rose. Sunlight poured through the window where shed been napping on a table. It was a beautiful morning. And Lyonettes increased backchat aside, Erin felt good. She stretched.

Hey Mrsha, want to help me make alcohol? You cant drink any, but itll be fun! Probably! Well do it outside or something. Maybe that [Fermenter] dude in Liscor could help? UmUshel! Hey, Mrsha, lets go for a trip!

The Gnoll cub sat on her butt on the floor and quickly raised her paws. She signed to Erin.

Dontlikeis that your word for alcohol? Stinky? Dont like stinky alcohol? Gotcha! Well, Ill pay you in stinky cheese howzabouthat?

The young woman laughed and Mrsha laughed too. Erin looked around. Lyonette sighed.

I suppose Ill handle breakfast, then.

She turned a page, frowning at an illustration of a battle at sea. Drassi was cleaning up and serving food to Temile; few of the regulars had come in.

It was early. And the [Actor] was blinking at his food as if he didnt know what he was supposed to do with it. Numbtongue hadnt even woken up yet. Erin smiled.

As she thrust open the door and Apista fluttered out of the Garden of Sanctuary, high once again, Erin Solstice inhaled the fresh morning air. She opened her mouth to shout a greeting towards Liscor.

And then she saw it. A flash of azure. A gleaming body, walking up the hill towards the inn. Mrsha sniffed the air and Erin froze.

Oh no. Its her again!

Lyonette glanced up as Erin slammed the door shut and ran. The [Princess] glanced up as Mrsha opened the door and peeked out. She waved one paw and the figure waved back.

The inn was silent for a few more seconds as Lyonette debated getting up. But she was invested in the dramatic retelling of the battles at seathe fate of the [Strategists] and The Emerald Signet still unknown. They had been lost in the storm for days! She kept reading.

And a Hobgoblin walked down the steps. Numbtongue scratched at his side and yawned. He walked into the kitchen and waved at Lyonette. She smiled at him, far more cordial than with Erin.

Morning, Numbtongue. We have a newspaper today.

A what?

He paused on his way to the kitchen. Mrsha raced over and gave him a flying kick to the leg. The [Bard] barely noticed, although he winced slightly. Lyonette glared, but the Hobgoblin never objected; you got hit far worse in spars and Mrsha enjoyed it.

A newspaper. Its this new Pallassian thing. Well, new forPallass. Palt brought it in last night. You can read it over breakfast; Im nearly done with it.

Morning, Numbtongue! Want todays menu? Its, uh, eggs benedictal.

Lyonette corrected Drassi.

Benedict. On Erins weird muffins.

English muffins!

Someone called from the kitchen. There was a crash, and a few scuffling sounds. Numbtongue glanced towards the kitchen, but accepted whatever was happening wordlessly. He shook his head.

Ill find food.

Alright, then.

The Hobgoblin went into the kitchen and poked around in the cupboards as Mrsha peeked out the door again and waved once more. She got another wave.

Numbtongue hunted around in the cupboards for what he wanted. No eggs, thanks. He was in a fishy mood today. He liked fish. He pulled out a rather magnificent flatfish, drizzled with Gnollish fish sauce. Salty, fresh.

Delicious. All it needed was heat. The Hobgoblin hummed as he turned to one of the ovens. Stone ovens of course, although Lyonette and Erin wanted to upgrade it. He had to light it; when he did he heard a yelp.

From within. The Hobgoblin stared. He opened the ovens door slowly. And saw a young woman squeezed into the massive oven.

Im not here.

Erin Solstice informed Numbtongue. He met her eyes. Slowly, he closed the oven door.

And please put the fire out!

The Hobgoblin went for the lower oven. He warmed up his fishtook the hot plate, cursing as he burned his fingers. Then he edged out of the kitchen.

By the time Numbtongue had made his food, the guest had entered the inn. Shed walked; the staff didnt begin checking the magic door until a bit later. So, Xrn, the Small Queen, Centenium and [Thaumaturge], was relatively alone in the inn. The Wistram [Mages] hadnt come down yet.

She stood in the middle of the room as Numbtongue stared. Buthe had met her already. So he just edged over to a table and began to eat his fish. Lyonette glanced up as Drassi hurried over.

Miss Xrn! How can we help you today?

The Centeniums mandibles opened and rose. And Xrns eyes shone bright yellow and green. Mrsha sat and stared up at her. For the azure Antinium was pure magic. And the staff she used to walk with shone with it. Even Lyonette could see that.

But theyd already been introduced. Xrn nodded to Drassi.

I would like to speak to Innkeeper Erin Solstice, again. Drassi of the Drakes. Is she here?

Drassi looked around.

She just was. I think shell be about.

Hmm.

Xrn swept her gaze across the inn. She stared into the Garden of Sanctuary and Lyonette saw her eyes flash white for a moment. The gemstone of her staff glittered. It was some fine-cut, purple-and-green gemstone that shifted from color to color. It hovered in the center of floating fragments of wood, forming a loose circle around it.

The Antinium turned her head, inspecting the Garden of Sanctuary although she made no move for the door. Searching.

The [Princess] folded the newspaper, and handed it to Numbtongue as she made her way into the kitchen. She looked around, heard the breathing from the oven and opened it.

Erin stared at Lyonette. She had folded herself into the oven. She slowly raised one finger and put it to her lips. Lyonette put her hands on her hips, exasperated.

Are you hiding in the oven?

Yes. Is she gone?

No. She wants you. Erin.

The young woman waved her hands urgently.

Dont say my name! Dont

Hello, Erin Solstice. Is this some new game? Or custom? You must show it to me.

Xrn the Small Queen appeared in the kitchens opening. Lyonette turned. Erin slowly pulled the door of the oven up.

But it was no use. In moments, Erin, a bit sooty and cramped, sat nervously at a table as Drassi put down a plate of benedict eggs in front of Xrn, on an English muffin. The Antiniums eyes lit up with pleasure, which was pink in this case. She ate, happily chewing the eggs.

Oh, they are different than normal eggs. How wonderful.

Thats the sauce. Glad you like themXrn?

Erin watched the female Antinium eating the muffins, gluten, without issue. Xrn spoke as she savored each bite.

I have come once again. Have you given any thought to my offers?

The [Innkeeper] squirmed in her seat. The Small Queen regarded her.

WellI mean, Id like to, Xrn. And you helping with the, um, Hive is great. Klbkch was really mad. And I get youre in charge, now, but

Is there some issue with my requests?

Erin twiddled her fingers.

No? But its just sort ofbig. I mean, Ill totally agree to the stuff with the food. But everything else?

She looked at Xrn. The Small Queen had come three days ago. And she had changed the Free Antinium. Klbkch, who had been driven to a rage Erin had never seen before wasdealt with.

No one had died. The Antinium had been welcomed back into their Hive. Klbkch had even taken a vacation from the Watch; he was no longer in charge of the Free Antinium, and Erin understood that this was only the beginning of the changes to the Hive. Big ones had begun.

And Xrn had sought Erin out. Not in an aggressive way, but she had come to the inn over the last three days. And but for the moment with Saliss, she had been welcomingeven playful with Mrsha. She was respectful, loved Erins food and seemed to appreciate all of the Antinium.

And yetthe Small Queen regarded Erin over her food as she raised another bite to her face.

What will you refuse, Erin Solstice? By all means, tell me any objections and I will do my utmost to rectify them. Is cost an issue? I will double your price.

Lyonettes head snapped up. Erin winced.

No, its not that. Its sosudden? I mean, some of itwhy me?

The Centenium folded her two arms. And she had only two. She smiled again and her eyes lit up with a multitude of colors. She was fascinating to Erin. And yet.

Because you are Erin Solstice. And we have need of you. Will you not take more Antinium into your inn? Allow them to live here? At least Pawn, and a few others. They may even share a room. Or do you object to teaching the Antinium? Apprenticing Garry? Allowing them to eat here regularly? Is instructing the others and allowing them to play games in your inn an issue? We are quite willing to pay for more buildings. I would prefer to quarter as many as three hundred Antinium in proximity of the inn.

The young woman opened and closed her mouth

Umthe lots of Antinium nearby is the big thing. Andteaching them? I mean, sure! Lets have them have patrols in here like normal. And eating! And I can have some of the rooms with Antinium in them! Definitely Pawn! Lyonette was saying we had rooms for him and a few others

She saw Lyonette nodding. Mrsha glowered as she poked her head over the table. Erin glanced at her. Xrn however just smiled. She offered Mrsha some of her muffin and the Gnoll took it.

That is all well. And it is enough. But you seem to have reservations?

She looked at Erin. The young woman hesitated.

Wellits just so generous. I meanwhy do you want me to do all this? The Antinium are paying a lot. AndI just dont know what the Antinium get out of this.

Xrn smiled.

It is not something I can name in words, Erin Solstice. Or if I couldit is only your kindness. I have not been here long. But I hear it in all the Antiniums words about you. Pawn, Belgrade, Anand, Garryand the others. Give them all that you have. Even if it is but laughter and love. Give them Individuality. Give them your magic. If you will not allow hundreds of Antinium to wait upon youor enter the Hive to train my people, I will be content with the rest.

Erin found herself nodding. She agreed completely with that. Give the Antinium love? Xrn was great. Amazing, really. If it was just that

SoKlbkch isnt in charge?

He is learning to feel. He is a fool. I have hit him with my staff multiple times, but he only understands war. Klbkch the Slayer is an apt term for him. Also: flawed beyond belief because it is incomplete. He is more than a weapon. But he is a poor leader. He does not appreciate what you can do.

The Small Queen looked at Erin. The young woman found herself nodding.

Yeah. Youre socaring, Xrn. Pawn was saying that when he came in. Why are you sonot Klbkch?

The Antinium loved Xrn. The female Antiniums eyes lit up with pleasure.

Indeed, I am not Klbkchhezeim. I fully appreciate many things he was never meant to. I was designed to lead. To inspire. To foresee the future of what we might be. To cast magic, as well. Klbkch was ever meant to slaughter our foes. To pile the bodies of the dead into walls around our Hives. He has learned leadership. But part of him is still the lone warrior who would walk into an army of foes without fear of death. I am glad he has recovered some of his power, but he is a fool.

Erin half-smiled. But then Xrn went on.

And yethe learned some of his empathy from you. I hope you will allow him back into your inn. He must learn. And so must the Antinium. He is our fool. Please, teach him more. And give himgive the Antinium some of your magic. Perhaps Klbkch should stay in this inn. Although Pawn did object.

Are you finished, Miss Xrn? Can I get you more?

Drassi went by to take the plate. The Centenium shook her head. She stood.

I am finished. Miss Erin Solstice, would you do me the courtesy of allowing me into your garden?

Of course.

Xrn even asked. She walked into the garden. And her eyes shone as green and vibrantly as the grass, mixed with the clear blue of the skies. Like magic.

How beautiful. Look at the power of it. And you have shown me your magical fire. It is, like my magic, a power not known to [Mages] or Antinium. A different sort of power. Please, Erin Solstice. I will send the Antinium to you. Give them your strength. We have need of it.

The young [Innkeeper] saw Xrn glance over her shoulder. Even in thisErin felt so strongly for Xrn. She whispered.

Ill try. But I dont know what I do. I justcare.

Yes. You, among others, care when the other species do not. And that makes Antinium Individual. Do so. I will send the Silent Antinium, the Flying, and Armored Antinium to you. Excuse their faults. Even Pivrs. And in returngive them Individuality. Allow them to level. Give them your power as Pawn and Belgrade and the others have. They must have it.

The Small Queen stood in the garden. And she raised her staff towards the sunlight streaming through the ceiling. Her voice was so fond, soalmost motherly, or perhaps like a big sisters, so affectionate, Erin nearly forgot. But thenthe Small Queen went on.

And I have heard of your power. Thecoincidences. Can you find me a ship? Allies to crew it, perhaps?

A ship?

The Small Queen looked at Erin. She nodded.

If it is within your power. The people you know. Find us allies? I will reward every endeavor, every action of good faith, Erin Solstice. As I told you, hereyou may name your boon. Will you not take the Free Antiniums gold? We have enough to build your inn a hundred times over. I would give you ten thousand gold pieces if you would accept them.

Her eyes glinted. And a bit of red, purple, and blackthe color, swimming amid her eyes.

A hundred thousand pieces if you can create in one of the Antinium a change like that of Pawns. He will be a glorious leader. He can heal. Even block Klbkch. Yes, we need him. We need your power. The Antinium must be powerful. Our foes are mighty. I would have an army of eight hundred thousand Painted Antinium at the least. And they would be unmatched save for  the True Antiniums power.

And there it was. Darkness floating amid her eyes. She turned her head.

War is coming, Erin Solstice. Turn the Antinium into a blade. You have reservationsbut I will give you what you wish. Do you wish me to enchant your inn? I have the magic for it.

Erin Solstice looked at her. And she saw it in Xrn again, the same as when shed met. And every time Xrn had visited.

Klbkch was one thing. Flawed, kindlysomehow a dangerous killer and her old friend at the same time. But Xrn?

She scared Erin out of her wits. Because she didnt hide what she was. Erin licked her dry lips.

Enchant my inn?

Of course. I am Xrn. My magic is not the same as that of the three [Mages] under your roof. But I have my own enchantments. I will render each you require. Ask. If you wish me to enchant your wallsI will do so. Would you like them stronger? With the power to attack back?

You can do that? Just do that?

The Small Queen turned her head.

Naturally. I am unique as all the Centenium are. I was made for magic. And unlike Klbkch, my form remains. I am specialized, Erin Solstice. Ask and if it is within my power or that of the Antinium, it will be done.

Erin did not. She looked at Xrn. She took a breath.

Im happy to have the Antinium here, Xrn. Butcant youI dont want the Antinium to become a blade. Cant you talk to Saliss? Or Chaldion? Well, hes in the hospital. But the othersyou scare the Drakes.

The Centenium paused. She looked at Erin, kindly. And Erin sensed how old she was. Xrn smiled. But the creeping blackness in her eyes shone. Laced with silver.

There is little to say to the Drakes, Erin Solstice. They continue to war against us, even in peace. They would not believe anything we say. And they are right to fear us. But our foe is greater than you can imagine. And I bear you no ill will. Just all the gratitude I have. But I cannot give you either reassurance.

Even about the Antinium turning into weapons? Pawn isnt a weapon.

The azure Antinium looked at Erin. She smiled. Amused.

Ah. Erin Solstice. You see what Klbkch does not. And perhaps that is why you are soimportant. But we were all made to be weapons. For victory, we will charge into slaughter itself and die. Give us what you can and perhaps some might be saved. I implore you.

She bowed. Erin had nothing to say to that. The Antinium spoke, and Erin listened. Some things she agreed to. But the rest?

At her heart, Xrn was a warrior. She was a kindly, caring, empathetic big sister. And she had killed her enemies by the millions and walked through their blood. She would again, in a heartbeat.

That was what Erin saw. And Xrn didnt press. She offered everything. Gold, power. And Erin took only what mattered to her. In some waysshe and Xrn had little to offer each other.

When Xrn was gone, Lyonette turned to face Erin. She hadnt heard all of it. But she saw Erins face. And it wasunsettled. Few people had ever done that to Erin Solstice, so the [Princess] revised her opinion of Xrn.

Did she ask if she could build an apartment for the Antinium again? Three hundred of them?

Erin nodded.

And she offered to give me thirty regular Soldiers and Workers like Bird for the inns staff. To do with as I pleased, for a year. My own army, because shes sure theyll level. Shes intense. I thought Klbkch was intense! But hes likesoft cheese!

Lyonette looked at Erin. And she bit her lip on how useful thirty free staff members would be, even if Erin insisted on paying them. Erin Solstice stared after where Xrn had stood.

Why me?

I think she understands what you can do.

The [Innkeeper] turned her head. And she looked tired.

Yeah. I probably couldbut I dont want to turn them into weapons. And Xrn?

She saw Xrn, through the doorway, standing in the inn, squatting to speak to Mrsha and stroke her head. The kindly one. Erin didnt know who Xrns foe was. The Centenium had offered to tell Erin everything if Erin would swear to her cause. But it would take Erin swearing an oath. To be committed to the Antinium forever.

The cause of the Antinium. To war. Erin shook her head.

The Wandering Innwas not a place of war. It was an inn. Butif you looked at Klbkch, you saw Senior Guardsman Klbkch, Revalantor Klbkch, Klbkch the Slayer. And only one of those was the monster of war.

But Xrn was all death. She saw the Antinium for who they were, with their personalities and feelings. And she cared. But she had told Erin they were meant to die, and that the cause they would die for was just, right. Unavoidable. Worth burning all the Walled Cities down for. Worth waging war against the entire world for. Something Xrn feared and hated more than her love for her people.

Erin wondered what that was.

-

StillXrn got her way. The Antinium would come to Erins inn. Each night, in fact. They had a budget. And it was large enough to make Lyonette smile all dayand that was aside from the news that Pawn and at least a dozen Antinium would have rooms in Erins inn as the second and third floors were constructed.

Xrn had paid in advance. And they might double or even go three to a room, but theyd be here. Heckshe was doing great things.

And terrible. And it wasnt like her presence didnt affect Erin. It didit made Erin worried. And thoughtful. Just not predisposed to support Xrn wholly.

So Erin amended her plans.

Im not gonna make alcohol. Too much work. Ill just roll into phase two of my plan. Its all related. Im gonna borrow the kitchen, okay, Lyonette? Im making stuff for Palt.

The [Princess] could never follow Erin. She eyed the young woman.

How is alcohol and the kitchen related foroh.

Her eyes widened. Erin blinked.

Oh, sorry. Not Palt. Pelt! Those names are so similar, it cracks me up each time.

She grinned. Then she pointed.

Door! Kitchen!

Erin walked into the kitchen. Lyonette followed her, sighing. She walked into the inn and began serving clients.

The Wistram [Mages] came downstairs. Palt, as always, had trouble navigating the stairwell.

Move it, Palt! Im hungry!

Montressa complained. Beza reached out and Palt nearly bit at her.

Push me and Ill kick you, Bezale! Im hurrying!

Whats for breakfast?

Eggs benedict! Get them while its hot! Can I borrow the newspaper when youre done, Numbtongue? I want to share it with my friends. Isnt it amazing?

Mhm.

The Wistram [Mages] exchanged a knowing glance about the newspaper. But Palt was heading over to a table.

I think well be investigating this um, Golden Triangle thing. Weve got orders from the top, Palt. You?

Im off my leash. The Golden Triangle?

Yup. In Pallass. Apparently Naili wants us on it now. Something to do with, you know? The guests? Sounds like trouble, but what do I know?

Montressa rolled her eyes as she took her plate. Beza was nodding.

We will look into it. Quickly. Apparently, some [Lords] have joined the movement. And nations. Thousands of gold are being turned into profits.

I did hear about it. It sounds lucrative. Only

Palts eyes narrowed. He glanced at the kitchen and Montressa sighed.

You do your thing. Well do ours.

Maybe Ill just see if Erin wants to chat. Orif she needs help. Is she cooking, Lyonette?

Something, Palt. If you want to help, be my guest. And if you could make some more of your saffron rice tonight? It always sells!

Lyonette smiled gratefully at the Centaur. He trotted into the kitchen.

A few seconds later he trotted out. Beza and Montressa looked up as he went back to his plate.

Whats wrong, Palt? Not gonna help Erin out?

Montressa gave the Centaur a suspicious look. The [Illusionist] pulled out a smokeless cigarhe was running outand shuddered.

Not this time. I would, butI cant help with construction or tasting. Not my field.

What?

Beza looked incredulous. But Palt just nodded to the kitchen. A young woman edged out. She was holding something. She lifted it and the Minotauress jaw dropped.

Can I get anyone to help me taste test this?

Numbtongue, Mrsha, and Beza all stared at what Erin was holding. Mrsha fainted onto the ground. Numbtongue slowly raised a hand. Beza looked at Montressa and grinned.

I knew I liked this inn. Ill help! Is it free?

Erin, what is that?

The young woman grinned. Her creation, made of sin and gluttony, dripped onto the floor. Mrsha raced over like a shot out of a cannon, begging and drooling.

A gift! Im going to Pallass. Once I perfect the recipe.

-

Pallass. The City of Inventions. A glorious land that was a type of heaven for the [Engineer], the aspiring [Alchemist] or [Inventor]. A place where you could be funded to follow your passions.

Because that was what happened. Small or large, new inventions and recipes came from Pallass. And you could be granted a stipend depending on what you did.

Of course, a Walled city had so many other industries and things it supported that was only one aspect of it. But Pallass was the City of Inventions. It specialized in forging weapons, in alchemy.

Just like how Oteslia was an agricultural giant, or how Salazsar ruled the gem trade. Each Walled City specialized in a trade.

Just look at Saliss of Lights, simultaneously one of Pallass treasures and their disgrace. The Named Adventurer wasnt causing trouble today. Hed sequestered himself away to teach his new apprentice some tricks. And because a strange female Drake had smashed another raid on an illicit bar the other night.

But that wasnt the topic on everyones tongues. That was the [Strategists], who were right now in Zeres. And amid the hustle and bustle of the city camepoison.

Or perhaps, a kind of madness incarnate. A manifestation of chaos, like Saliss was. But if he was a known force, born of Pallass, she was an unknown quantity.

An omen you listened to by the shouting or screaming. A harbinger of doom. Had she brought the Wyverns or had the impending event drawn her? And who watched for her?

Only the wise, who had seen what might be and could be. Was that all just exaggeration?

Maybe. Or maybe not. Sergeant Kel eyed Erin as he checked her, Montressa, and Beza through the gate that led from the magical door to the rest of Pallass.

No trouble, Miss Solstice?

Whaaaaat? Me? And you didnt have to search my stuff! Its just food! Hey, want a snack?

Erin pouted as she hefted her rather big basket past the guards. A Gnoll was sniffing and licking his lips. Kel eyed Beza. The [Spellscribe] was walking while holding her stomach.

I cant believe you ate all of it. I felt sick watching.

Montressa covered her mouth. Erin reached into her basket.

Ive got extras! Not the thing, but want some cookies?

The Watch brightened. Kel, on the other hand, had heard the devils whispers. He looked chaos in the eye and denied it.

No. We are on duty, Miss Solstice. Stop feeding the Watch.

Aw. Youre no fun.

Erin stuck out her tongue. Some of the [Guards] grumbled under their breath, but stopped as Kel glared at them. He made a little note and sighed.

Someone run this to the Watch House. Tell the Watch Captain on duty Miss Erin Solstice is in Pallass.

One of the junior [Guards] looked incredulous. He, a Garuda, saluted Kel.

Sergeant, surely we dont have to tell the Watch Captain one Human

He fell silent as Kel glowered.

Take the note. Or do you not remember the Antinium and Wyverns? She was there.

The Watch fell silent. And they were learning. But was this force friendly or dangerous? She had toppled cities, brought low the ambitions of [Lords]. What might she get up to? But the law let her into the city. So, thus, Sergeant Kel reflected gloomily, the law was not infallible. And you wouldnt know what happened until

Im gonna go do my thing. Have fun!

Erin Solstice waved to Montressa and Beza. The two [Mages] nodded and walked off, already headed for the Merchants Guild.

The [Innkeeper] on the other hand? She went about her mission. And yesshe was pulling a Xrn in her own way, but Erin didnt like thinking of it like that. She just had hernetwork.

Hey, Lorent! Hows my favorite [Sharpener]? Want a cookie? I keep meaning to thank you for finding my knife

Erin paused by a familiar stall and chatted with a Dullahan. He was only too happy to run her kitchen knife across his sharpening stone and chat for a moment. Just for a moment, but she headed onwards.

The young woman was beginning to know more of the city. She had plans to explore even furtherbut for now she headed to the nearest elevator.

Ninth floor, please!

She cheerfully called out with the other people waiting. The elevator attendant  glanced at Erin. His eyes widened.

Are you the Human? The one with Bird the

Nope! You must have me confused! Us Humans all look alike!

Erin waved her hands urgently. And soon, she was strolling across the 9^th floor. She passed by forges and [Smiths] called out to her. Somehow, in a city of millions, they knew her. Even, or especially the high-level ones! Waiting clients and Street Runners blinked as Erin waved and crossed the hammering forges.

Is that Bealt? Have a cookie! Sorry, special delivery. Is Pelt working today? He is? Whereoh, right by Maughin again! Thanks!

Erin trotted over to the safety-line and then hurried over to a forge. She saw a huge Dullahan look up.

Miss Solstice? What brings you here?

Maughin! Hey! Want a cookie?

That was Erins line for the day. The [Armorer] was only too glad to chat, but he was a bit busy so he only gave Erin the briefest of greetings.

Its a busy day. I will have to work hard to make it back to spend time with Jelaqua, Erin. So forgive me my brusqueness.

Shes back? Thats great! You lucky dog, you!

The Dullahan gave Erin a blank look as one of his apprentices held out his head.

I am not a dog. But yes, I am happy. The Halfseekers were on the television, actually.

What? What?Seborn? No way! Ill ask Rufelt and Lasica to show me! I should buy a scrying orb! Wait. Whos calling it television?

Wistram. Why are you here, Miss Erin?

The young woman gestured at the basket, warming in the heat from the forges.

Im looking for Pelt. Is he here?

Right there.

Maughin pointed left. Erin blinked.

But that forge is full!

Indeed, the forge had no less than six people working in it, none of them Dwarf-sized. And they were busy moving the anvils, clustering aroundErin squinted. She walked over and stared.

No way. Pelt?

The Dwarf looked up from the circle of apprentices and junior [Smiths] hanging on his words. And junior was a relative term. Erin saw a [Blacksmith] in his forties hurrying off with Pelts apprentice, Emessa. Erin blinked after them. And then she saw Pelt.

He scowled at her.

Its you again. Grandfathers beards, what do you want? Stay away from my fire! And stand over there! Theyre moving the anvils and if they drop it on your foot, Im not paying for it!

He waved his hammer at Erin. She backed off obediently and saw a group of [Smiths] lugging over an anvil. Which was impressive given that anvils at their lightest were nearly a hundred pounds and could go up to five hundred pounds in an ordinary forge.

And Pallass did not have ordinary forges. These anvils needed special stands to even withstand the impact and weight. But Pelt was moving his.

Thats right! Into this sectionhere! Damn it, dont touch the circle or Ill pull your intestines out with my tongs you clod-footed idiots! And the other one in the sealed space, there!

But master, theres no ventilation!

Emessa protested as she pointed to a cordoned-off area. Erin saw black curtains hanging, and a stand for the anvil. The Dwarf turned purple.

Ventilation? Dont backchat meapprentice!

Emessa.

Erin whispered. Pelt glared at her. He bellowed at the Drake.

You can debate with me when youre twenty levels higher! Move those anvils! And get me my prepared tools and ingredients! And if I catch one of you walking off with them Ill cut off your right hand! A Dwarfs oath on that.

The last line was delivered deadly serious. The [Smiths] shuddered as Pelt bellowed. They got to work. Erin stared at Pelt.

He seemedenergetic. The Dwarf turned and glared at her.

What do you want, Human?

Ijust thought Id bring a sorry-basket. Lunch.

Erin offered her basket to Pelt. The Dwarf sniffed suspiciously.

Why would I want anything you made? And why are you here? The last time we met in Pallass the sky was shitting Wyvernsafter you got arrested and wrecked a good forge!

Erin winced. That had been a day. She smiled as she hefted the heavy basket; even with [Lesser Strength] she was getting tired of holding it.

BecauseIm an [Innkeeper]. And I made something good. Promise!

The Dwarf eyed her with deep distrust. But he nodded to one side.

Alright. Put it down there. I need to check on the magic circle. Stand there and dont conjure any magic fire! Or Ill

Pull my guts out with a tong?

kick you off the side of the 9^th floor.

The Dwarf glowered and stomped off. Pelt inspected his forge, snapping at his apprentices. And it wasdifferent.

Especially from Maughins forge, or the other smaller forges catering to individual blacksmiths they could use. This one looked

Magical. It spoke to Erin. Especially the glowing circle traced in what looked like powdered gemstone in the floor. The diagram was etched around the circle, giving the smith room to stand in. There was a dark room to forge in, another with a hole cut in the ceilingeven the forges were being remodeled.

This one needs to burn about ten times as hot as a charcoal forge. At least. If we need to, well get an [Enchanter] here to work on it. But we wont be able to melt Dwarfsteel with this shit flame.

Pelt kicked at the forge, which would get to temperatures that would melt steel. His apprentices were cluttered around. Erin peeked over as Pelt cursed.

Dont ask me how! Ill build it myself if I need to! Just get to work on todays orders! Ill handle the Dwarfsteel and higher metals. Youtake the mithril crap. Apprentice

Emessa

Shut up, Human! Start with the silver. The rest of you, the steel orders! Ill do the embellishingjust get it in a workable piece! Dont ask questions! If you forge shit, Ill see it and stop you. Any imperfection I will catch. And Ill only break one finger per flaw! Get to work!

The Dwarf howled and his crew got to work. They didnt use either of the special forges, opting to use the regular anvils. Erin saw Pelt stomp back towards her.

Sorry about that. Rookie smiths. Idiots think they know what steel is. You got them all the time in Derthal-vel. Dwarfhome. Whats in the basket?

He seemed calmer now. Erin stared at Pelt. She looked around.

Sorry, Im in the wrong place. Im looking for a rude jerk. Always drunk? Youre nearly him, but youre too awake.

Pelt glowered.

Human. Im working.

Really? You? I mean

Erin bit her lip. She remembered Pelt hammering on the Grasgil bardiche. After her firebut this wasnt that Pelt. Torn by grief and pride. This wasa mix between the Pelt shed known, the grumpy alcoholic, and a working Pelt.

He wasnt happy. But Pelts scowl indicated his entire forge.

Have to earn money somehow, dont I? And yes, I hired more apprentices. Less work for me, I realized. They do the hammering and so long as they dont overheat the metal

He bellowed and all the [Smiths] jumped. They snatched their billets out of the fire and inspected them. Pelt looked at Erin.

I can do the finishing touches. Most metalyou dont need to put a Skill into if the metals right. You just need to forge to shape, and even an idiot can do that. Wellprobably.

He glared at his team again. Erin put down her basket on an anvil. She began to unwrap her present.

Uh huh. Sodid you sell the Grasgil axe?

Of course. It got enchanted. Waste of potential; the idiot just added to the freeze. Itll be a low Gold-rank adventurers weapon. But thats how it works. Anyways, the city gave me some drinking funds. Idiots. But I spent some of it and this is the result.

Pelt spoke briskly. He watched as Emessa brought back her billet and began to hammer it carefully. He glanced at Erinone of his apprentices sniffed. The Dwarf, who had seen a lot of marvels of steelwork, stopped and stared.

What is that abomination, Human?

Thething that Erin held was in theory, a sandwich. But it was mainly meat.

Meat, the best cuts she could find, some fried, others prepared in different ways. Bacon, salami, cuts of beef, pork, chickenlayered with mustard, mayonnaise, other condimentsand some onions and pepper too. Vegetables hadnt been entirely banned from this concoction.

But it was madness. Heavy, too. A carnivores dream. Erin hefted it up and showed it to Pelt.

Im calling it a Meat Supreme Sub. Because its a lotta meat. I thought youd like it?

The Dwarf stared. The Drakes, and Gnolls both stared. One of the Dullahans gagged. But Pelt licked his lips slowly.

Youmade that?

Erin beamed.

Yup! WellI thought of you, and Relc, and a few others. Most people shouldnt eat this. Ever. But [Smiths] use up a lot of energy, right? Dawil loved meat stuff. Sowant some? I know Im not as good as Lasica is, but I can do food like this.

She had cut the sandwich in half. Whatever that meant; you couldnt bite it. WellBeza could. But only just.

So could Pelt. The Dwarf picked up the sandwich, inspected the contents, and bit gingerly. He chewed as Erin watched. And chewedand chewedand swallowed.

I think I will be sick.

Maughin announced. But Pelt took another bite. A drooling  GnollBealtcame over.

Hey, Pelt. Youre getting Miss Erin to hand-deliver you food? Mind if I take a

Pelt kicked at him without a word. The [Farrier] retreated. The Dwarf kept eating as Erin watched. After a while, he stopped. The Dwarf eyed the sandwich, and then Erins smiling face.

What?

Youve got some on your beard.

The [Blacksmith] snorted and kept eating.

Youd be welcome in Dwarfhome, girl. Even the old Grandfathers would love you. Whats this, a bribe? Its not worth a knife. If you want, Ill smith you a set of those crap steel knives. But nothing made of a better metal. I want payment.

He nodded at the ones on Erins side. She sat on a desk and kicked her legs.

I dont need another knife. I was just giving this to say sorry, honest. Ive got something else, but Id bother you with it, anyways.

The Dwarf nearly snorted some of the sandwich out his nose. He coughed.

Least youre honest. Sowhat?

Mm. Tell me about your forge, first. This is amazing.

Why? Im hiring apprentices and I added a few new additions. Whatthe anvils? Thats just protective magic and to help with the forging. These idiotsPallass knows how to do a lot with steel, but they dont know magical forging. Id have been better off going to Chandrar or Baleros for that.

The Dwarfs voice carried. Bealt frowned as he investigated the other half of the sandwich. Pelt raised a hammer.

I dont think you can eat it all. Maybe share?

Erin opined. The Dwarf eyed the sandwich and his stomach.

Generous, arent you? Fine, give the food away. Its not mine and it isgood.

A grudging compliment. Erin beamed. Bealt grabbed the sandwich half and raced off with it. Half a dozen Gnolls pursued him. Erin idly watched as Pelt kept eating.

Sodo you feel better, then?

After you shamed me into remembering my craft? Guess. Id rather jump off the 9^th, but since I already thought about that years ago, I guess I have to actually work.

The Dwarf put down his sandwich. Erin stopped kicking her feet.

Im sorry.

For what? If I wasnt ashamed, staring at your little cold flame wouldnt have done a thing. Nor will I thank you. Since that damn cold flame might have lured all the Frost Wyverns here.

The young woman paled. The Dwarf laughed and slapped his chest at the expression on her face.

Hah! Got you! Anyways, if youre just guilty, you can fuck off. What else did you want?

He was rather likeIvolethe. That was what Erin thought. And Pelt was still Pelt. Rough around the edges didnt begin to describe him.

And yet, Erin liked him. His wounded heart shone brighter to her than Xrns deathly convictions. Andshe took a breath.

So youre forging magic? Magic metal, I mean, like Grasgil?

Thats right. I have the knowing and I was banished, not forbidden. Hahas if they could forbid us. Better slaughter us all. Pallass has a lot of steel-knowledge. Little of adamantium or greater metals. Ill be forging magical blades. If I could stop these idiots from stealing everything!

The Dwarf cursed and pointed. Maughin ducked his head back into his forge. So did half a dozen other [Smiths]. Erin grinned.

Well, theyre curious. And you are a master?

Thieves is what they are. Im almost tempted to smith one of the alloys and watch them kill themselves as it explodes on them. Or melts through their anvils. Butah. Why am I telling you this? Ill manage. And if I cant go home, I can at least rule Pallass. Is any of my metal ready?

The Dwarf snatched up a hammer. Emessa hurried over with a rough shape forged out of silver. Pelt eyed it and, with his hammer alone, began to delicately refine it. Erin realized he was looking ata horn? But not a horn as in warhorn. A

Ill live on damn mundane craft. Like this. Some Wistram nonsense. Whats this, a brass horn, only silver? Get me the drawing!

Emessa already had it. Erin stared at a euphonium. Pelt scratched his head as he stared at the inner workings.

Yeah. Itll be a pain to shape. ApprEmessa! Get me tubes this big. Ill refine.

He held up his fingers and his apprentice hurried back to continue work. Casually, stopping to heat the silver or whatever alloy he was using, Pelt continued working as he shouted at Erin.

Thieves are the worst! But magic-forging isnt easy to steal! BesidesPallass is paying me, so where else can I perform my art?

The young woman looked around thoughtfully. She saw some [Smiths] glancing at Pelt, but they were indeed more curious about his anvils, yet untouched. One of his apprentices kept glancing at a group of cases. His metals? The Dwarf cursed, shaping the metal. A master, pride at least regained.

And that was when she struck. That snake in the grass, the temptress in some proverbial Garden of Eden. The young, Human woman leaned over and whispered.

You knowLiscors small and out of the way. And we have forges. I think.

Pelt stopped hammering for a second. A few of the Gnoll [Smiths] glanced up. And Kels warning to the Watch Captains were too little, too late indeed.

The poison had taken root. The Dwarf narrowed his gaze and stroked his beard. He returned to hammering without a word. After a while he spoke, idly.

Peh. And what would I get, anyways?

I dunno. But I have lots of alcohol. And its cheap. Plusyou could probably get your own forge. Liscors expanding. I bet theyd give you room.

Erin Solstice smiled. And the [Smith] glanced up. He said nothing more. As alarm and a kind of anticipation spread across the 9^th floor.

A harbinger of change. And more. Because Erin Solstice slowly dug in her pocket and pulled something out. Something shed been meaning to ask about. And here was an expert. The expert.

Saythis is the real reason I dropped by. Can you tell me whatthis is? Someone gave it to me and I dont know what it is.

She handed Pelt a coin. Made ofa gleaming white-silver metal. Mithril, shed been told, by another Dwarf. Erin relayed that to Pelt, but not the strange dream of a night when she had been given it. The Dwarf snorted as he put down the finished horn for the euphoniumit only needed some polishing to remove the scaling, but it was nearly perfectly shaped!

Do you just ask every Dwarf you meet about metal, girl? WellI suppose we know more than most. Whatis this?

Slowly, he turned over the coin in his hands. It was far larger than the coins of today. The size of her palm. And so delicately inscribedbut faded. Erin had always puzzled over it, wondering what the faded lettering and sigils on the coin were.

It was just something in the back of her head. An idle curiosity, and she had many. Like bikes. But Pelt held it now.

I dont know. I was hoping you knew. Dawil thought it was some old coin. Maybe a medallion or something fancy from another age?

Pelt snorted.

That idiot [Axe Champion]? Hes no [Smith]. Butthis is monetary. Id bet my hammer on it. You can tell the intent. Bigmight have been worth a lot.

Might have been? You dont know either?

Erin was vaguely disappointed. Pelt flipped the coin over and eyed it.

What am I, a [Historian]? You should have asked one of them. No. I have no idea what it is. Onlythat its very old. So old that I doubt Humans lived on Izril in any numbers when it was made. Noolder still.

Erin held her breath.

How old? Can you guess?

The [Smith] cast her an annoyed glance.

Its a guess! Mithril doesnt age like other metals. And as I saidthe oldest of us might have identified it, but not me. Sorry, if you think its worth a fortune. Still

His brow furrowed. And the Dwarf slowly turned the coin over and over in his hands. And his face grew troubled. His voice dropped, and he spoke half to himself.

Odd. Mithril shouldnt wear like that.

Erin frowned. And she felt a slight tingle on her arms. Because the more he looked at it, the more confused Pelt seemed to get. Andslightly unnerved, he put the coin down.

I dont know. I dont know who made it. Whogave you this?

He looked at Erin. And she stared at him and realized. He had seen it before. Something had flashed across his face.

Distant recollection. A passing memory. But no more. Still

She kept her voice neutral.

A traveller. He wasnt sure what it was worth. Why?

No reason. Hm.

The Dwarf stared at the coin. He glanced up at Erin and casually turned as Emessa presented something that would become a valve for the euphonium.

Leave it with me. Ill work on it.

Work on it?

Erin started. She stared at the Dwarfs back as he got to work. He nodded, barely glancing at the mithril.

Its pure mithril, girl. Could be worth a lot. And I may not know what it wasbut I can restore it. Whatever design and lettering it wasIll reveal it. Might lose a tiny bit of metal, but I doubt it. Come back in a few days and Ill give it to you.

Really? Thanks!

The young woman smiled. The Dwarf nodded absently.

Are you done? Then get lost.

Yeah, yeah.

The Human grinned at him as she took her basket. The Dwarf glanced up at her.

Sothis Liscor. If your inns nearby, thats free alcohol, right? And what else do they have thats worth it?

Cheap. And uhwell, Esthelm mines stuff. Its connected to my inn. But its mostly just private, yknow?

Hmm. Interesting.

The Dwarf turned away. Erin Solstice lingered a moment longer. And then she left. After all, this was just a small visit. An ordinary day. Not much happened on ordinary days.

-

After a while, Numbtongue finished eating. He feltbloated. Too much rich food. And Erins Supreme MeatMeat Supreme Subhadnt helped.

He was gaining weight. Which, for a Goblin, was a sign of status. Safety.

And still, the [Goblin Soulbard] was discontent. Not in general, or out of some longing to find more of his kind. He had decided to stay.

No, if anything, it was a bit ofjealousy. The Hobgoblin wandered out of the common room and into a hallway. There, he walked past Erins weights room, her rec room (now being filled with some kind of odd table she insisted would become a pool), and down the corridor.

There was a door at the end. It had not existed, oh, a day ago. But Antinium did good work. Numbtongue appreciated the door. The door had done nothing wrong to him. Doors were excellent, in fact. Cover, improvised weapons, magical portals

A sign hung over the door.

Octavias Stitchworks. Numbtongue slowly opened the door. He looked inside. And sighed.

The [Alchemist] was out. But her shop was nearly complete. At leastit was a room and he, Numbtongue, had helped the Stitch-Girl move her equipment inside. Again, just the other day. Octavia still needed a few more shelves and places for her weird equipment.

But it looked like a store. Her new shop, just as promised. And Numbtongue expected the place would be full of smells and strange sights. Mrsha was banned from entering, incidentally.

And yetOctavia was not. And the [Alchemist] usually lived in her shop. But she was gone. She was now an apprentice to Saliss of Lights. Saliss the Naked. Saliss

Who wasnt bad for a Named Adventurer. But still. Numbtongue idly sat on a counter. Octavia was a friend. More so than Drassi, who would talk with Numbtongue and not stare or be nervous.

Octavia was in the ranks of Erin, Lyonette, Yellow Splatters, Bird, and Mrsha. A group the Goblin could trust. And that she was gone was just annoying. Because Numbtongue found it was easiest to hang around her.

Lyonette was always bossy. Erin? Lovely, talkative, friendlybut she would ask to play chess. Numbtongue was sick of chess. And Yellow Splatters had his Hive. And Bird started going insane without a bird every few hours.

Hm. Stupid Pallass.

Numbtongue sat on the counter. He idly wondered what hed do today. Pyrite, in his head, opined for mining rocks. The [Magestone Chieftain] could and had mined in the mountains for days at a time.

But the [Bard] was a more social creature than Pyrite. He sighed. If he had to do it, he had to do it. Pyrite had found a vein of rubies or something. He kept finding them. The High Passes were lousy with the stuff.

And just as Numbtongue was rising, he saw something. A little basket, on the counter. The Goblin paused. He saw a note. And it was addressed to him, on Octavias neat scrawl. The only neat thing about her, really.

Hi Numbtongue, sorry Ive been so busy. But Im actually leveling and learning so much from Master Saliss! Ten times more than I did in a year in Celum. So, these are for you. Theyre all made by yours truly, with ingredients your stones paid for. Let me know how they work! I can make more!

Octavia

And included in the basket were six vials. Numbtongue picked them out and sniffed at them. They were all stoppered with corks, and neatly labeled. He read from one label. Then another. And he began to grin.

Barkskin potion. Quickened Body potion. Vanish potion (14 seconds). Bats Ear potion (No loud sounds!). Potion of Jumping. Blast Vial (Do NOT drop).

Potions. Each one a lesser effect. Of the lot, Barkskin and the Vanish potion were the most powerful. Not very powerful. And that was because Octavia had made them. They even had times of how long each effect lasted.

And yetit was a treasure trove to a Goblin, especially a Redfang Warrior. Numbtongue was grinning like a child as he put them on his belt for easy use. Because his dreams had come true.

Not even Silver-ranks could afford this kind of equipment. Some, the best-geared, could. And it was always nice when you looted their corpses and found potions like these. But this right here was an adventurers spread.

Octavia had fulfilled her promise. The Hobgoblin patted the blast vial, which had reinforced glass. You could do so much with these potions. A Vanish potion alone was worth everything to a Goblin. A single use of that and a Level 5 [Skulker] could, at the right moment, drop a [Mage] in the middle of casting. And Blast Vials?

Relatively weak if thrownexcept if you made a Level 30 [Warrior] swallow one. In a sense, Numbtongue and his tribe were the most efficient potion-users in the world. You had to be, when your species couldnt manufacture these things.

The Goblin happily reminisced for a moment. But then he was bored again. Now-equipped, he supposed it was time to go into the mountains. He would have liked to take Octavia. But maybe Bird?

The Hobgoblin walked back into the common room. And therehis adventure in the mountains died, like Erins dreams of brewing alcohol. Because, lying on the ground, arms and legs splayed out, on her back, was a white Gnoll.

She stared up at the ceiling as Numbtongue paused. Lyonette tsked as she tried to nudge Mrsha.

Mrsha! Stop lying there! Youre going to be stepped on! I know youre bored, sweetie. Why dont you play in the garden?

The Gnoll turned her head. Garden? But what about people to play with? She stared up at the ceiling.

No Relc today. No Ekirra or Visma; they were too busy helping their parents. No Selys. Mrsha stared up at the ceiling, willing something exciting to happen.

A green face appeared in her line of vision. Numbtongue leaned over Mrsha thoughtfully. The Gnoll stared up at him.

Her tail began to wag. The Hobgoblin looked thoughtfully at the bored Gnoll. Then he reached down.

Hmm?

She stood up and grabbed his hand. And thus, Mrsha the Great and Powerful, found the Great Goblin Bard, Numbtongue had come to rescue her from her prison of boredom!

OhNumbtongue. Will you take care of Mrsha? That would help out so much!

Sure.

The Hobgoblin grinned at Mrsha. She grinned back and happily pointed. They ran into the garden, playing tag. Mrsha raced around, and saw Numbtongue sprinting after her. She raced off, delightfully terrified. And the Goblin dove after her. He didnt play games when he played games.

The two crashed through the jungle section. Mrsha dodged and Numbtongue slammed into a tree, full-force as she swerved just in time. The Goblin cursed and something fluttered down from the tree.

Apista, stinger ready to attack, saw the big green thing just in time and aborted her vengeful dive. Numbtongue ducked as she zoomed past his head. And Mrsha, coming back to check on him, saw the bee flying.

Upside-down. She zoomed around lazily; shed been taking a nap in the tree. And Mrsha saw/smelled the odor in the air.

One of Palts cigars. She folded her arms disapprovingly as Numbtongue sniffed the air as well. Apista was weird. Again!

The bee had a problem. Shed sip from the faerie flowers nectar, or steal a Palt-cigar. Or just steal alcohol from a mug after chasing away the owner. Lyonette told Mrsha it was probably Apista beingApista.

But Mrsha wasnt so certain. She was a [Druid], but shed also been a [Beast Tamer]. For a level or two! And she followed Apista as the bee flew around lazily. Numbtongue climbed up into the tree and retrieved the cigar. He began to puff on itto make sure Apista wouldnt get high again. He was very helpful like that.

Apista let Mrsha scoop her up. Her antennae were moving around lazily. And her thoughts weremuddled. Mrsha peered down at her.

Something was wrong. Mrsha had felt it before. Beneath Apistas hazy thoughts, the young [Druid] sensedsomething. Apista could not speak. But then, neither could Mrsha. And her class was giving her another sense. And because Mrsha could not speak, she listened more.

Apista was unhappy. That was why she was always going away in her mind. The realization made Mrshas eyes widen. Something was wrong. She lifted the bee up, put her on top of her head to better commune with nature.

Numbtongue, puffing away on the remains of the cigar, watched Mrsha communing. She stood on one leg and raised her paws to the sky. It looked entertaining, so he copied her. Apista tried to do the same.

Mrsha scowled at the mockery. But thenshe felt the flash again. Somethingshe concentrated, going serious for once.

This wasnt like the magic book which Mrsha hated so much. This was her class. This was Apista, her friend. Andslowly, she began to feel something.

Sadness.Pain. Worry. A bees thoughts, so distant. Alien in her way.

Mrsha asked. Why? A picture appeared in her head.

A cave. Sealed with stone. Darkness. Lack of good air. Hunger. Hunger in the darkness and the knaves from below. Danger.

Danger.

Mrshas eyes opened wide. She knew what Apista was trying to tell her.

The cave. And Apista could do nothing. That was why she was upset!

The bee fluttered up. Mrsha watched Apista attacking Numbtongue for his cigar. She needed her fix. He fended her off, cursing as she threatened to attack him with her enhanced stinger. But Mrsha waved her paws for the Goblins attention.

Bad thing! Bad thing! Must help!

She signed with her paws. Instantly, the Goblin stopped avoiding the bee. He handed the cigar off and squatted down.

Erin and Lyonette werent good at Mrsha-language. But Numbtongue and Bird were.

What bad thing? Monsters?

No. Apista sad. Bad cave. Go. Fix!

Mrsha pointed urgently at the bee. Numbtongue frowned.

Bad cave? Oh. Bees. Sealed inside. Dying?

She nodded urgently. And something else. Numbtongue hesitated. He glanced at Apista.

Bees are dangerous.

And yetboth looked at Apista. She had lit the cigar, turning her body to flame for a moment. And the bee sadly smoked as she carried the cigar butt through the air. Look at her. And Mrsha looked up pleadingly at Numbtongue.

The Hobgoblin thought. Then he looked around. He made a quick calculation, and then nodded surreptitiously.

Make the Garden door go to my room?

Mrsha raced over to the door. She was best at using it besides Erin. The doorways entrance appeared in Numbtongues room. He walked into it. Came out with a pickaxe, and shovel. Mrsha watched, anxiously.

Numbtongue nodded to himself. He began to walk towards the door and stairsand then he looked back. He saw Mrsha anxiously holding the smoking bee in her paws.

And this was where the Hobgoblin differed from Erin and Lyonette. He walked back over to his window instead. Opened it. He climbed out onto the roof. And then he waved at Mrsha.

Coming?

The white Gnoll grinned. She leapt out the window and onto the roof. The Worker Antinium saw the Hobgoblin sliding down the roof. He leapt off, and then caught the Gnoll. They ran for it, out of view of the windows.

And thus, the Bee Rescue Team was formed. They had one mission: rescuing bees. They charged down the hill, Apista flying overhead, leading the way. And Mrsha felt the bees joy. Because she sensed Mrshas intent. Numbtongue jogged after them, carrying his guitar on his back, the pickaxe, a sword at his side, a shovel as wellhed forgotten his armor. But it was heavy.

The bee cave was a ways away from the inn. At least an hours walk. Lyonette used to have to tromp through the snow for ages with the sled. Mrsha soon grew tired of galloping up and down hills.

AlsoNumbtongue made her walk with him.

Watch for spider nests. See? There. There. And Rock Crabs over there.

The Hobgoblin was a good teacher in things that needed to be taught. Like Relc, he didnt believe in safety. Safety was an illusion. So he showed Mrsha as they walked how to best spot the pitfall traps the Shield Spiders made. And he showed Mrsha how to look.

She thought she knew how to look. She was a Plains Gnoll, after all! But she was a young one. And Numbtongue was like a seasoned [Hunter]. He kept his head on a swivel, and Mrsha copied him. He even spotted the skunk den before she smelled them and led her well away from them.

The bee cave was like the image in Apistas head. Onlydifferent. The bee had flown around it many times from the outside. Mrsha, with her different eyes, saw it as the cave openingblocked by a wall of sheer stone.

Moores work. He had sealed the cave to save his friends. And in doing sohe had condemned the Ashfire Bee Hive within to death. He had not thought of it that way.

But Mrsha was a [Druid], not a [Green Mage]. She sensed them within.

Bees. Butreduced in number. Angry. The Gnoll solemnly placed her paw on the stone and looked at Numbtongue, pleadingly. The Hobgoblin eyed the stone. His posture changed.

Magic wall. Not bad.

Pyrite authoritatively knocked on the stone. He looked at Mrsha.

Angry bees. Need to prepare this. Here.

He scaled up the caves entrance. In his precious time, the [Chieftain] analyzed the stone cave. He dismissed going through the front at once; the stone was too thick. He found a weak point on the roof of the cave, instead.

Here. Dig. And here

Dirt and stones flew as the Goldstone Chieftain dug like a maniac. He was fast! And he had allotted all of his minute and five seconds to the most efficient work.

When he vanished, Numbtongue found himself patting Mrshas head. The Gnoll was covered in dirt. And she was grinning. He hefted his shovel and kept digging.

Pyrite was smart. He had a plan. And it involved two things.

Firsthed marked the hole in the caves roof for Numbtongue to tunnel through. Hed even estimated the time it would take to breach a hole. And when that moment camethe bees would be angry.

So hed also begun digging a hole for Mrsha and Numbtongue to dive into. Theyd be shielded from bees and even be able to breathe. Now that was smart work. Numbtongue put his back into the digging. When it had met Pyrites internal standards, he waved to Mrsha.

Get in hole.

She refused. She clambered up onto the caves roof. She was the [Druid]. Obviously, she had to be there. She could make the beesless angry. Numbtongue scowled, but he could toss the Blast vial into the ceiling or use the potions Octavia had given them if he couldnt dive with her to safety.

Fine. You stand there.

He raised the pick and brought it down into the loose stone and dirt. It was hard work, but in between the [Bard]s swings, Mrsha would scramble forwards with Apista and clear the rubble. She even tried to dig with him. She made a magical thorn on her paw and hit the ground energetically, if not exactly helpfully.

New spell?

Mrsha shrugged. She watched as Numbtongue dug lower, creating a breach in the caves roof.

She could hear the bees. In her head. They had sensed the tunneling. And they were very angry. Mrsha began looking at the emergency hole. Numbtongue wiped sweat from his brow.

Two more strikes. Onetwo

The ceiling caved in a bit. Apista fluttered forwards. And Mrsha saw darkness. Light streamed down into the bees cave. They looked up.

And then Mrsha heard the thrumming. Numbtongue paused, pick poised to widen the hole. He backed up.

The cave was filled with beating wings. Like distant thunder. And rageMrsha saw the Hobgoblin whirl. His hand went to his belt as, inside, hundreds of dark shapes moved, streaming for the hole.

Yetno! Mrsha leapt. She tackled Numbtongues belt as the Goblin poised to throw. He cursed, grabbing at her, preparing to dive off the roof. And then he saw them.

The bees! They swarmed upwards, pressing against the small hole in their prison. Freedom. Freedom.

ButMrsha and Numbtongue, about to leap, saw something. The bees were pressing against the roof of the cave. Pulling dirt and stones upwards.

Blocking the hole. Numbtongue stared. Mrshas jaw dropped. Didnt they want to be free? Apista flew around the hole, urgently. And Mrshasensed something.

Fury. Thousands of minds, working in concert. The queen of the Ashfire Bees was raging. They all were. But not against Mrsha, or Numbtongue, or Apista, or their prison.

The intruders. They came from below. The knaves. They were wrong. Squirming. Wretched things, preying on the hive in the darkness.

Thinking to conquer. Thinking them weak.

They could not escape. Slaughter them. Tear them to bits.

Suffer not the invaders. By the will of fire, kill them. What should not exist. Like the Crelers. Rip them to shreds. They could not be allowed to escape.

Better to die than to give way. Seal the light. Kill and kill again.

No escape. Slaughter the knaves.

Kill them all.

The thoughts beat against Mrsha. She could feel/hear/see them in the darkness. The foes! Kill them! Do not let them out!

The bees were sealing the breach in their cave. Blocking itgenerating wax along with the dirt. Numbtongue stared. He didnt know what was happening. Or why Apista was suddenly jabbing at the air, furious. He heard a rumble and looked down.

Mrsha was snarling in his arms. The Gnoll growled making a rumbling noise in her chest. Slowly, the [Bard] backed up.

What? What?

For a moment, Mrsha was lost in the bees thoughts. They lessened as she drew away from the cave. She looked around, blinked a few times, as Apista flew after her.

The bees thoughts were different. Mrsha no longer sensed Apistas sadness. Like herthe other bee had picked up on the trapped Hives thoughts. NowApista was angry. Worried, but angry.

Bad things. Bad things in there.

Numbtongue looked at the cave. He reached for his sword.

Crelers?

Mrsha and Apista shook their headswell, Apista shook her entire body. Something else. Numbtongue felt a tingle running down his spine.

Not opening cave, then.

No. Mrsha shook her head. And yetshe looked at the cave.

The bees were hungry. She had felt that too, beneath their all-consuming loathing of their foes. They were reproducing in the darkness, to replenish their losses. They could do thatfight in the dark, maintain their Hive. They had been hundreds strong, and they were big bees. They could slaughter a Silver-rank team in seconds if not prepared. They were killing all thethings coming up.

But what they lacked was food. The Hive had possessed deep honey reservoirs. But it had used up all of its reserves. They would have to start letting the weaker bees die, soon. They could not hold forever.

Apista felt her comrades pain. So did Mrsha. Her eyes watered as she looked at the Hive, felt the cold resolve. Nor did she question their will. It was a certainty. Their foes were unnatural, like the Crelers. Not meant to exist or move under the sun.

Yetthey had to be helped. Mrsha felt that too, strongly. She tried to communicate this all with Numbtongue. He, ignorant of all of it, tried to understand.

Something bad in the cave. Not Crelers. Very bad. Seal the cave. Buthungry bees?

She and Apista nodded. Numbtongue sat on his haunches and thought. After a moment, he grabbed Mrsha.

We leave.

The first thing Pyrite had shouted into his mind was that anything that animals were afraid of was not something you wanted to be nearby. There were a few candidates on his list. And they were all bad. The Hobgoblin picked up the protesting Mrsha and towed her away.

Then he and Mrsha had a think. The bees were in danger. But even they thought they should be in the darkness. What did you do? Tell someone?

Mrsha was pretty sure the bees would kill anything in their cave. Even Numbtongue, or an adventuring team. And she didnt know what was in there. Numbtongue, with a Goblins practicality, refused to open the cave.

So? Where did that leave them? Mrsha didnt know. She watched Apista sadly float down to a flower and suck up the nectar. Without the Ashfire Bees, smaller breeds of bees and butterflies were occupying the Floodplains. If only Mrsha could put the flowers in the cave. Then the bees would have food!

Wait. That was it! Mrsha raised her head! Put the magic door to the Garden into the cave!

Numbtongue looked at Mrsha.

No.

How would that even work? Mrsha had to admit, putting the magic door into the cave would allow whatever was inside into the garden. And Erins Garden of Sanctuary wasnt the portal door.

They thought again. Both Goblin and Gnoll stared at Apista. She floated to another flower. She wasnt really hungryshe was storing the liquid, Mrsha felt. She got enough food each morning. From

The Gnoll urgently pulled on Numbtongues arms. She pointed at Apista. And then she signed.

What if

The [Bard] looked at Mrsha. He snapped his fingers, and then grinned. Mrsha anxiously pointed towards the inn. The Hobgoblin thought.

No problem. Tricky thing is Lyonette. Well make a plan. Not too hard. Lets go.

They hurried off. And about an hour later, in the inn, Lyonette du Marquin was distracted.

Bee attack! Oh dead gods!

Apista zoomed through the air, attacking guests like an avenger of the skies. Lyonette saw her dive-bombing the regulars, landing in a mugthe [Princess] raced after Apista.

Apista! Stop! Whats gotten into you!?

The bee refused to calm down. The [Princess] was so busy shouting and chasing after the bee as the patrons scattered that she never noticed Numbtongue and Mrsha stealing into the kitchen and basement respectively.

Got it?

Numbtongue panted as he raced outside with the wheelbarrow. Mrsha nodded; shed used the Garden of Sanctuary to spirit her goods outside. Now, she helped Numbtongue load the wheelbarrow with the sacks of sugar.

Theyd brought one of Erins spare portal doors to the cave entrance. Numbtongue adjusted the magic door as he looked around quickly. He rolled the wheelbarrow through, and then two kegs of water that were now kept topped up from the well the Antinium had dug.

Mrsha followed as Apista was finally captured. The bee waved her antennas furiously, wishing the best of luck to the Bee Rescue Team. It was in their feelers now.

Numbtongue got the barrels of water onto the caves roof via the magical portal door. Mrsha kept watch, turning the magic door back to Liscor.

Oh, are you helping, Mrsha? Good job!

The Gnoll waved at Drassi as she let through some Liscorians, and then a group from Esthelm who requested transfer to Wailants farmthey were buying produce. Then she switched it back to the secret bee-cave entrance.

Numbtongue had a barrel of water open. He was pouring sugar into the water, sacks of it. The costly sugar was being mixed with the water to createApista food. Bee food. Mrsha nodded to him as he carefully rotated a barrel over to the opening in the caves rooftop.

She leapt through; they had ten minutes before Drassi checked the door again, and that was if no one wanted to go through! But Apista had bought them time with her chaos.

Numbtongue grabbed the pickaxe and began smashing the hole hed made, widening it. Mrsha sensed the bees growing furious again. Urgently, she waved a paw. Tried to think her message.

Not bad! Friends! Friends!

The Gnoll shouted with her head. The beeshesitated.

[Peace of the Wild]. They felt Mrshas intent. And shot out of the hole. Numbtongue backed up fast as they descended on the barrel. The bees began to feast on the sugary water. But there was too much of it for them to carry.

Pour it into the cave? No good.

The [Bard] cursed as he saw the bees trying to lift the incredibly heavy barrel. They did not want the hole in the cave to remain long! Alreadythe enemy was coming, sensing the opening.

Mrsha stared into the cave. She saw something movinga flash of light as an Ashfire Bee ignited and burned it away. Cracks in the cave. She shuddered, then pointed.

Barrel? I cant lower it. With a rope?

The Hobgoblin frowned. Mrsha looked at the bees, covering the barrel. She slapped her forehead with one paw.

Another barrel! Theyd pour it into barrels from the ceiling! The Hobgoblin cursed as he realized she was right. He ran back into the inn as Mrsha anxiously stood guard.

Numbtongue, where are you going with that barrel?

Lyonette spotted Numbtongue as he rolled one out of the basement. The Hobgoblin froze.

Need it for mining?

Oh? Wellhave you seen Mrsha? Im wondering if shes up to mischief

The [Princess] saw a white shape flash into the common room. Mrsha, panting, smiling innocently, grabbed her magic ball. Lyonette saw her raise it.

Mrshadont you dare throw

The Gnoll hurled the ball as hard as she could. She brained one of the Players of Celum. Lyonette chased after Mrsha.

Youre in big trouble, missy!

Apista took to the air again. Now, two of the Bee Rescue Team were down. And the third pillar of the team, Numbtongue, lowered two barrels into the cave. The bees actually moved them upright. And Numbtongue poured the sugar-water into the opening.

It was done. Messy, disorganized, and with two timeoutsbut it was done. Numbtongue lay, panting in the hallway as he switched the magic door back to Liscor. Mrsha, pretending to apologize and be sorry, raised one ear as the Hobgoblin poked his head into the common room.

He raised a single thumb and nodded at them. Apista, tethered by a piece of string to the windowsill in her timeout, saluted with one antenna. Mrsha beamed, and then went back to being scolded.

Mission accomplished. The bees had their food. The queen was already making room for more larvae. And the brave Bee Rescue Teams heroics might go unnoticed by all but the bees, but that was their job.

Honestly. I dont know what gets into you all sometimes.

Lyonette sighed. Erin Solstice walked back into her inn and yawned.

Hey, Im back! Whats with all the fuss?

Erin! You just missed Mrsha and Apista making a fuss. I think we need to send them to the Stronghearts farm to run about. Can you take them?

Sure! I delivered my sandwich.

You mean, that abomination? Waitdo you think itll sell tonight?

Sure! Ill make another. Relcll buy it. Hey, Numbtongue. Why are you all sweaty?

Barrels.

The Hobgoblin sat at a table. He wanted lunch. Erin looked at him.

Barrels? Uhokay then. Barrels to you too. What did you do, Mrsha? Let me just make some cookies to replenish our stocks and then Ill take you to Wailant and Vicerias! You can run about all day there!

She walked into the kitchen. The Bee Rescue Team heard Erin rummaging about. Then she went into the basement.

Lyonette? Why are we out of sugar?

The bee, the Goblin, and Mrsha looked at each other. They casually got up and strolled, or flew into the Garden of Sanctuary. If they had sunglasses, theyd have put them on.

Their work here was done.

And in the darkness, the bees fought against the things coming up. The things that did not belong. They came, squirming through the cracks.

From the dungeon.

[Druid Level 7!]

[Skill Ambient Mana Gatherer obtained!]

-

The Free Antiniums Hive was in the midst of change. And that was not a superficial word.

For me?

Belgrade stared at the necklace. It shone. And when he touched ithis body blurred. A few fake Belgrades appeared.

A Locket of Mirror Images. Yes. This is yours. And you will take other artifacts as needed. You, Anand. This wand is for you. And for you

Pawn stood in the Painted Antiniums barracks. He was handing out magical items. The other Antinium were staring in awe at the illusory Belgrades. But Pawn had more magical items.

They are for us? And this ring

Yellow Splatters tried it on. The ring should not have fit his hands; it had been too small. But it fit on, perfectly.  Pawn nodded.

Two artifacts for each Individual. That is what Xrn has promised me. You are all allowed one defensive artifact and an offensive one. Good ones, not disposable wands like before.

For us? But the cost of each item must be

What cost? You are all Antinium capable of leveling. This is the least that should be afforded to you.

A voice. The Antinium turned. And Xrn stood in front of them. Her eyes shone with pleasure. Pawn looked past her, at a figure who stood at ease.

Klbkch. He didnt object to Xrn passing out the Hives treasures. A few of the other Antinium following Xrn did, though.

These are not Prognugators. This is a waste of resources. I object, Prognugator Xrn

The azure Antinium raised her staff threateningly. Pivr flinched. He and the other foreign Antinium watched as Pawn handed Purple Smiles his necklace. The Small Queen smiled as the other Antinium looked at her.

Be silent, Pivr. The power to level was rare even among the Antinium of old. It is worth safeguarding. And each one is precious. Not that someone seemed to understand this.

She looked at Klbkch and raised her staff. The other Centenium didnt flinch.

It was my determination, Xrn. Erin Solstice was capable of making more, and the discipline issues

Fool.

Xrn brought down her staff on Klbkchs head. She shook her head.

We cannot expect the same Antinium. Discipline? Perhaps that is what makes Individuals. They are closer to Centenium than regular true Antinium. The Centenium disobeyed because they were made to think autonomously.

Klbkch stirred at the comparison.

They are not

His mandibles snapped shut as Xrn threatened to hit him with her staff again. The Small Queen turned her head.

Erin Solstice will accommodate some patrols. And all Antinium will visit her inn. We may have to bring the Silent Antinium and other varieties to her inncarefully. Perhaps with illusion spells. The Armored Antinium will serve for now, without their armor. Dekass, Tersk, you are in charge of that.

She nodded. The two Prognugators bowed. Pawn stared at Xrn. She was radiant. And she was giving the Hive everything he had wanted.

Prognugator Xrn. What will we do, the Painted Antinium?

She smiled, raising her mandibles.

Some will go to other Hives. They will be needed. Perhaps you, Pawn. As emissaries in turn. But the Hives are joined. There areissues affecting some. Battles to be fought. You will be deployed, but you must live. To level. To become stronger.

The Antinium stirred, hearing her words. Seeing Xrn look at them. For the Small Queen was inspirational. She cared.

And stillKlbkch watched. He felt as though a weight he had not known was there was taken off his shoulders. Xrn could lead the Antinium. She was generous; he would never have given artifacts to ordinary Antinium except in times of war.

But Xrn would. And if she had a single flaw, it was that she didnt know other species as he did. He had heard of her trying to convince Erin. Everything Klbkch understood of Erin told him Xrns offering thousands of gold pieces to Erin wouldnt work.

Yet here they were. And more Antinium stood in the Hive.

Silent Antinium. Their forms were the most alien, along with that of the Flying Antinium. They had scythes for armstheir cutting power unmatched. And their bodies were blending with the dirt walls, camouflaging automatically.

The Free Antinium stared at thesestrangers. As foreign to them as Antinium were to regular people. They had no idea that Antinium could be like this. That they were the same people wasodd.

Yes. It will take some getting used to. The Antinium must fight together. The Hives are always separate. But this will be a beginning. I have a plan to strengthen the Free Hive.

Xrn struck the ground lightly. And Tersk shifted. Pivr moved his wings, uncertain, and the Prognugator of the Silent Antinium adjusted her posture. Xrn was supporting the Free Hive. It was unsettling the other Hives.

But the Free Antinium had much to offer. Xrn waved her staff.

Come. We do not have time to waste.

-

A few minutes later, the Free Queen inspected the pair of Flying Antinium standing before her. And the collection of bodies on the floor.

Armored Antinium. Two corpses of Silent Antinium. Anda variety of forms from the Flying Queen.

Corpses. They had been brought via bags of holding. And they were neatly arranged.

Pivr, Tersk, Dekass, and the Silent Antiniums Prognugator, Xeu, stood in front of her. They were presenting their offerings. They had come once beforenot Xeu, but just a few of the regular Silent Antinium to inspect the Hive.

That time they had been rude, condescending. This timethey offered gifts. Oh, how the fortunes changed. And partly, mostly, because of Bird.

Gifts, Free Queen of the Antinium. These forms the Silent Queen presents. For your study. Dissection.

Xeu spoke. She was well-crafted. The Silent Queen, the best shaper among the Queens, had put a lot of effort into her form. The Free Queen saw any number of improvements. She nodded slowly.

The gift is well-received. And the corpses from the other queens?

For her to study and learn from. Tersk and Dekass bowed their heads.

Likewise, Free Queen. We also present armor for your Painted Antinium.

Yes. For the Soldiers. It will be used. The Armored Queen is generous. But what of these living Antinium? Pivr. Speak.

The Prognugator of the Flying Antinium spoke.

These are her Majestys exceedingly generous gifts

He broke off as a cart trundled past him. The Flying Antinium, his body elongated, closer to quadruped than bipedal, with long wingsrecoiled as a Worker slowly moved forwards.

Garry. He was pushing a cart.

I have snacks for the guests. Acid fly tarts, a sour soup

They may partake of it later, Garry.

The Free Queen saw all the other Prognugators heads turning as Garry nodded and began setting up a table. Xeus mandibles opened and closed. Tersk and Dekass looked excited. Pivr just stared. After a moment, he went on.

The Flying Queen has sent not only her numerous forms to study, Free Queen, but two of our brood. Here.

He pointed at the two Flying Antinium standing with the dead. The Free Queen hesitated.

For what purpose?

Live vivisection, of course. Corpses only have so much merit in understanding their function. It is a sign of the Flying Queens will.

The other Prognugators stirred. There was a crash as Garry slipped in setting up his dishes. All heads turned again. And the Free Queen looked at the two Flying Antinium.

Vivisection. Of course, that was how she would learn more from living examples. It was generousalthough tainted by the Flying Queens self-importance. She had so many different forms for her Antinium because they were all flawed. Even Pivr, one of her best works, couldnt fly so much as jump and glide for long stretches.

Stillthere was achievement in her numerous experiments. The Armored Queen didnt do any modifications by comparison. Her Soldiers were almost identical to the Free Queens. But she had so much armor and weaponry; she had invested in that instead.

The Silent Queen had few Antinium, but each one was a masterpiece. The Free Queen knew she would learn the most from her peer. Yetsomething bothered her.

Vivisection?

Garry stared at the two Flying Antinium. The [Chef] was already nervous in the presence of the foreign Prognugators. But he couldnt help but let the word slip out. They would bekilled? Torn apart to see how they worked?

He had been in amazingly high spirits. The Free Queen had been kind to him of late. She had learned his name, given him vacationseven if hed eaten the sour cheese and wasted some goldand with Xrns return, he had truly felt things were better.

He would even be allowed to study with Erin and help with her cooking one day each week so long as he stocked the kitchen with food for the Free Queen to consume while he was gone. What more could you ask for?

But this disturbed the [Chef]. The other Antinium would die. He looked at the Flying Antinium that Pivr had so casually offered to death. Wondering what they thought.

They barely moved as they stood at attention. Like Pivr, they were more likeflies, than ants. Both were made for war. One was a Worker-type, the other a Soldier-type. And yetwhile they lived and they were both functionally capable of thought and action, even without directionGarry saw nothing.

Not brain-death. Justemptiness. Nothingness. A resignation. They would die. It was the look he had seen in other Workers sent to fight when the Hive was invaded.

It hurt Garry. Because he knew that feeling. Before he had met Erin, he had lived it. A life without hope. You could walk into a storm of arrows because there was nothing to fear. Nothing to live for, but the Hive.

And they were going to be killed. For knowledge. To benefit the Hive. All of that made sense. But it was wrong.

The [Chef] looked at his Queen. And he saw she was troubled. A month ago, she would have happily picked apart the two Antinium right there and then.

But a change had come over the Hive. And perhapsperhaps, yes, none more pronounced than the Free Queen herself.

For she looked at the two Antinium she would vivisect. And for a momentthey both looked like Bird. And she wondered if, given the chance, they could sing.

It was a terrible thing for a Queen to have. Compassion for her Workers and Soldiers. But it was there. Stillthe Free Queen was a soldier of the Antinium.

I thank you, Pivr. I will begin my studies.

She felt the two Flying Antinium under her control. Pivr rubbed two feeler-legs together, smiling. And Garry could not bear it. He stumbled forwards.

Um! My Queen! Might I ask that they be given to me? Not killed? Vivisected?

All heads turned. Pivrs mandibles opened and dropped at the effrontery. Xeu stirred.

Aberration?

One of her scythe-blades moved and Garry froze in fear. The Free Queen raised a feeler.

No. He is permitted to give his opinion. His rank isunique. Speak, Garry. You would take both Flying Antinium? Why?

So that they would not die? Garrys mind raced. He looked around desperately.

I coulduse them? My Queen, they would be invaluable incooking.

As food?

Pivr stared. Garry shook his head rapidly.

No, as assistants. I am sure their livedissectionwould provide much benefit to the Hive. But perhaps they might aid cooking more. Im uh, uhI am working on a vertical storage system andheight-based cuisine! Like layer cakes. So high I cannot reach them myself. Thesesamples would be exceptional aides to me.

I see.

The Free Queen sat back. She looked at Garry thoughtfully. And then she waved a feeler.

That is indeed a very important task, Garry. And as Free Queen, I accept. The Flying Queens gift will be put to invaluable use. You have my thanks twice, Pivr.

But

The Flying Prognugator looked uncertain. So did Garry. The two Flying Antinium looked at him. Theirboss. And he had no idea how he would use them.

But he saw something in their gazes. And it too was familiar.

In the darkness, there was a light. Hope, such as what Erin had once given him with a chessboard. Garry bowed to his Queen.

Only Pivr was uncertain.

But is this foodlayer cakes? Is this truly better than their use as my Queen intended? I may disagree

Dekass looked at Pivr. Sternly, the Armored Prognugator raised one finger and shook his head.

Be quiet. Food is very important. You do not fully understand. Yet. We must show you.

He pointed at Garrys spread of food. The other Prognugators looked. Pivr scuttled over to the table, grabbed a tart and nibbled. He froze and then began to gobble. Xeu appeared at the table and stared at the sour soup. She picked up a bowl cautiously.

And Garry found his first apprentices had wings.

-

In the darkness of the dungeon, Earlia of Gemhammer lifted her lantern and gasped. Her heart was pounding. She held the warhammer in both of her hands.

She was sweating. Shed been cut twicedeeply, by claws. But her armor was thick and the cuts werent deep. The combat had been fierce. But brief.

The rest of her team was panting as well. Theyd charged their foesand the team of former [Miners] all had strength Skills and heavy weapons. They hadnt been unprepared however; their opponents had arrows buried in their fur.

Nailrens team. The Pride of Kelia had joined with her team for the dungeon explorations. The two Silver-rank teams couldnt advance as fast as, say, the Wings of Pallass, or the Flamewardens. The other Gold-ranks teams were securing much more of the dungeon day by day.

And fortunes were being made down here. Bounties for monster partseven some treasure was being found. At last.

At last, the risk was paying off. And Earlia sawfrom the glow of the mining lantern at her sidesomething that made her heart pound wildly.

An adventurers dream. The dead Raskghar team that had run into the two adventuring parties had been hard to put down. One of Earlias companions spat.

Dead gods. They stink! This oneeurgh! Its all ragged. Furs falling out! Are they sick? Keep back from the bodies! Shield your faces! I heard someone in the Lifwail Blades got ill after a fight with them.

The other adventurers nodded. The Raskghar, one of the threats of the dungeon hadnt been completely wiped out after the battle with them. But theyd been forced back. At first, the adventurers had suffered counterattacks on full moons.

However, the Raskghar patrols had become far weaker. And these ones

One of the Raskghar had a festering wound it hadnt taken during the fighting. Earlia felt her nose and stomach protesting as she got closer.

Hey, Captain! I said

I heard you, Timgal. Shut it. I thinkI think I just found some treasure.

The rest of Gemhammer looked up sharply as Earlia bent. On the Raskghars finger, amid the fur was a glint of metal.

A band of gold, and something shining blue. Earlia recognized it.

Damn me. Thats high-quality sapphire right there.

Someone had expertly inlaid it with the gold. Earlias heart pounded as she reached down.

Knife.

Instantly, Blaik produced one. He put it into her hand and she sawed at the finger. Grisly. But the finger came off.

So did the ring. Earlia was almost sure it wasnt cursed. Her team stared.

Is it enchanted, Captain?

I think so. Remember how this one came at us? It had something on its fur. Like armor made of water. This mightbe an armor enchantment. Well have to get it tested, butsearch the other bodies!

A magic ring. The others instantly investigated the corpses. Carefullyholding cloths over their noses and avoiding touching the sores or other marks of infection. Earlia was going to wash herself three times when she got out of the dungeon and make her team do the same. She pulled at the ring.

There was another exclamation.

This Raskghar has a bunch of gemstones in the bag! Captain!

What!?

A woman turned. Fea waved the bag at the others.

All of em cut! It looks like they pulled them off the walls. See? Its got a bit of masonry here. Anddead gods! Theyre high-quality!

Nailren! Weve found treasure!

Earlia shouted eagerly. The Gnoll team covering their backs while the dead were searched turned. Nailren called out.

Really? What?

Magical ring! Bag of gemstones

And a knife! Looks enchanted!

Shrapnel found a knife in one of the Raskghars hands. Earlia whistled. If they hadnt been so uncharacteristically weak, they might have done a lot of damage.

That settles it. Were getting out of here! Were making for the entrance! Nailren, weve hit the jackpot!

A quiet cheer went up from both teams. Earlia was grinninguntil she heard one of her teammates cough. She whirledand saw Blaik grinning.

Just a prank, Captain.

Stow that shit! Or well leave you behind! Were going to scrub ourselves clean with soap and get checked at the [Healer]!

The rest of Gemhammer punched the former [Miner], enraged by the prank. Blaik threw up his hands.

Its just a joke!

Quiet! Were not behind the barricades yet.

Nailren had to order Earlias team to be quiet. But his Gnolls were excited too. Earlia shushed her team as he took point, leading them back the way theyd come. This was amazing. Her heart was pounding. It was actually the gemstones that were worth the most at the moment. The ring might be valuable, and so might the knife, but they were two objects and Earlias entire teamand Nailrenshad a claim to the treasure.

But those gems were fat and high-quality! Theyd more than justify a week of adventuring. And

The two teams were nearly back at the barricades. And perhaps theyd let their guards down. That was when most adventurers died. It wasnt the first ambush that got you.

It was always the one you werent prepared for. They were turning a corner and walking down a tunnel that had been cleared; the two traps were clearly marked. That was when Nailren held up a paw.

Oh no.

He whispered. The other Silver-rank adventurers froze. They stared ahead. Earlia, grabbing at her warhammer, saw nothing at first. Untilshe saw the little head peeking around the corner.

A Goblins head. It was staring, wide-eyedfar away. Unblinking. Earlia felt her mouth dry up at once.

If you didnt know, youd think it was just a Goblin. Until you realized the head was unnaturally placed. Low to the ground, peeking out, shaking a bit.

The Goblins eyes never blinked. Because the head was dead. It was on a stick. And what was holding it was

Oh no. No, no. Not now. Dead gods.

One of the Gnolls in Kelias Pride began to moan. Nailren aimed his bow.

Facestealer.

The adventurers whispered. A name that had circulated through their ranks. And Earlia felt something walking on her grave.

A guardian of this dungeon. It had only ever appeared twice. Both timesthe team had been found headless. Once, a Silver-rank team. The second, a Gold-rank duo.

No, no, no, no

Quiet! Spread out! Retreat along the corridor we just came down! Send an emergency [Message] spell at once! To all Gold-rank teams!

Nailren ordered. Both Silver-rank teams ran back down the corridor. Nailren loosed an arrow and then turned and ran.

The corridor theyd come down was long, and wide. A perfect place not to be trapped in. The teams spread out as far as they could.

It paralyzes everything in range. Thats what the notes say. We just have to buy time. Help is on the way.

Earlia gritted her teeth. Her team looked at her. No one believed her.

Eyes forwards and back! Loose an arrowslow it down!

Nailren was shouting, ignoring the rule for silence. Other monsters might be a blessing at a time like this. The other adventurers peered around.

I see it! I see it!

Earlia whirled as someone shouted. She saw a head disappear around a corner as a Gnoll [Archer] loosed.

Thentwo heads popped back. One was a Raskghars face. The otherEarlia recoiled.

Human. The face stared at her.

Is thatTessa?

Shrapnel whispered. The other adventurers stared at the Gold-rank adventurers face. Someone began to moan.

Fea! Shut up!

Earlia ordered her friend, but Feas fear was contagious. The heads bobbed. Then a third face joined it. The Goblins.

They wiggled, moving up and down. And thensomething leaned around the corner.

Facestealer had no face himself. No head or neck. The huge, lumpen figure had two indentations in its chest. Nothing above it. It held the heads on crude sticks as it peeked at them.

Tribes save us.

Nailren whispered. He aimed his bow, loosed an arrow. Facestealer disappeared before the arrow could strike it.

Its fast.

Dont retreat! Spread out. Buy time. Send another [Message]!

Was anyone coming? Had theyleft them for dead? Earlias hands shook as she lifted her warhammer. She remembered the ring and fumbled for it. Maybe it would help? Better to be cursed than die.

Its coming.

The heads were wobbling as they appeared around the corner. Moving faster and faster. Jiggling obscenely. Earlia could sense Facestealer building momentum. Faster and faster they moved. Then they vanished.

I dont want

Earlia found the ring in her cold fingers. She stared ahead as a shape blurred around the corner. It was too fast. Too big

-

The woman opened her eyes. She was lying on the ground. She didnt understand at first. But then she realized.

She was lying on her side. Her team lay around her. Scattered though they were around the corridor, it hadnt mattered. Earlia saw Nailren, staring, eyes wide, next to her.

Both teams had been paralyzed. And behind NailrenFacestealer. It had stopped after catching them with its magical effect.

It was standing over them. Huge, powerful arms. Clawedfingers? No head. Just a rounded hump on top of its body. The two gaping pits in its chest.

And a bag. Stained with blood and grime. It was looking at them. At their heads.

No. No! Not when they were so close! Not now.

Someone was sobbing. Crying like a child. Earlia realized it was her. And more voices joined hers. Fea was crying too. Someone was pleading for their lives. Facestealer walked among the adventurers. Bending, looking.

Choosing which one to pick. It was bending for Nailren as the Gnoll snarled. Then Facestealer paused. It turned. And Earlia felt something running through the floor.

Thwoom.

The explosion ran through the dungeon. An impact so loud it drowned out her racing heart. Facestealer hesitated. And the guardian of Liscors dungeon felt it.

Deep within the dungeon, a figure made of metal held eternal court. Suits of enchanted armor, ancient guardians, moved in the darkness. Leading patrols, repairing their broken comrades.

The Armored General led them. And it too felt the tremor. Slowly, it turned its head. Cobwebs and dust moved as it changed its posture. The enchanted armor turned. Slowly, they began to march in the direction of the attack.

So did Facestealer. It abandoned the adventurers. Something was blaring a silent alarm only it and the other protectors of this place could hear.

Invasion. Not one adventurer, or even a few. And on a scale that had only occurred once, nearly eight years ago. The dungeon woke up. Monsters streamed towards the enemy, ordered to battle.

They died. The shadows themselves hacked them apart. Rows of armored foes crushed them. And flying, winged figures leapt through the tunnels. And the Antinium flooded over Flesh Worms, tore apart the enchanted patrols of armor.

Thousands of them. It was a full-scale attack! The dungeon threw wave after wave at the Antinium. It had crushed them before! And even the thousand-strong attack waves only killed monsters. The Antinium would die. They would

They werent stopping. Nor were the traps or monsters holding them back. Something was wrong. Silent Antinium were moving ahead, finding the concealed traps both magical and mundane! And the Armored Antinium were fighting equally, no, better than the enchanted suits of armor. The flying Antinium were too fast, flanking and overwhelming their opponents.

And Painted Antinium were marching with the regular Soldiers and Workers. As a group of exploding caterpillars swarmed down a tunnel, a [Priest] raised his censer. And a wall of light blocked the monsters as they detonated.

Advance! Injured Soldiers, fall back!

Yellow Splatters ripped off the head off a Face-Eater moth. Anand was rotating Antinium out, predicting attacks and saving lives as Antinium retreated in the face of ambushes and attacks. Ahead of them, Tersk was leading a squad of Armored Antinium with shields.

They calmly advanced through a party of undead skeleton archers raining arrows on them. The Antinium were covered in steel from head to toe; when they reached the skeletons and ghouls they demolished their opponents without so much as a scratch. The Flesh Worm snatched at them, but it couldnt tear their chitin off with the armor in the way. And the Armored Antinium had blades.

Spit acid! Wear them down!

Pivr chittered as his group swarmed forwards. Some of the Flying Antinium were spitting venom or acidic liquids. The globules burst among a group of Face-Eater Moths filling a tunnel. And the Silent Antinium had beheaded a group of Raskghar without the powerful not-Gnolls even so much as striking a blow.

Tactics. Utility. Yellow Splatters saw how each Antinium group filled the weaknesses of the others. And the Painted AntiniumPawn was healing one of the wounded Soldiers who had a chunk missing from his armor. And Yellow Splatters himself ran at a suit of enchanted armor and knocked it flying.

However, even this wouldnt have been enough. The dungeon was coming alive. And a wave of Shield Spiders barreled down one tunnel. So many that they would have smashed even the Antinium. But today, the Antinium werent alone.

[Motionless Vortex]. Klbkchhezeim. Will you take care of them?

It would be my pleasure.

The Shield Spiders hit something in the air. Something that stopped their momentum, even the giant Shield Spider pushing the rest. And the Shield Spiders saw a figure, standing in the tunnel.

Alone. Slimmer than the rest. And he had two silvery swords. Klbkch spoke.

[Recaptured Sublimity].

He disappeared. The first ranks of Shield Spiders did too. Klbkchs swords flashed in an arc. Silver afterimages. He began cutting the Shield Spiders apart. The floor began to run with yellow ichor. And the Shield Spiders realized the flaw in their wave-tactics.

They couldnt run.

How beautiful. He has something of his past power.

Xrn watched as Klbkch advanced and the Shield Spiders began to scream. She turned her head as a [Tactician] spoke timidly.

Centenium Xrnwe have secured eight tunnels so far. Your orders?

Begin your fortifications, Belgrade. Set up your traps at the choke points, as we discussed. I will continue leading the advance.

The Small Queen raised her staff. Lights bloomed along the tunnels, dazzling her enemies. But her allies just saw the gentle light, illuminating the darkness.

She had ordered the attack into the dungeon. The Small Queen walked forwards as another Antinium found her.

Centenium

You may call me Aunt, Anand.

The azure Antinium corrected the [Tactician] mildly. Anand hesitated.

There is a push from the west. Facestealer and hundreds of the enchanted armor. They are filling two tunnels. Should we fall back?

Why? Belgrade must set up his traps. After allI intend to set up our fortifications in the dungeon. Far better to fight on enemy grounds. And the tunnels are impossible to breach. All we must do is push them back.

The [Tactician] knew this made sense. But Anand opened and closed his mandibles.

Yet the dungeons opposition is powerful

And? Stay here with Klbkchhezeim. I will deal with this Facestealer. And the armor.

Alone?

The Small Queen walked past ranks of Antinium. She smiled. And her eyes lit up. Rosy red and blooming silver.

I am never alone. And there is one thing you do not understand, Anand. Klbkchhezeim has lost his levels and his form. We Centenium were never of the highest level to begin with, though.

Why?

Anand saw Xrn turn. And her staff began to glow. The Centenium replied as she walked down the hallway.

Because our bodies were made too well. Our foes were too easy. I was made for magic. Do you think the Centenium were just a word? Watch.

She came to a corridor that split into two. And there, coming down the hallways was a line of metal. Hundreds of suits of armor, animated to defend this place. Overrunning the Antinium falling back.

And Facestealer. Plucking the heads off a squad of Painted Antinium and regular Soldiers who lay helpless.

Xrns eyes flashed. Facestealer looked up.

So. You are this Facestealer who has killed so many of my people. And you are the defenders of this place. Come. You pathetic things.

The guardian of the dungeon straightened. It walked at Xrn. The suits of armor began to charge. The Centenium held her ground. She pointed at the hallway filled by the army of magical constructs and spoke a spell. Then she turned and looked at Facestealer.

[The Bindings of Belavierr].

Glowing lines of light burst from the ground and walls, the ceiling. Black thread. They engulfed Facestealer, wrapping around his arms, legs, torso

The monster halted. Xrn studied it, disappointed.

Is that all you can do? Show me.

Pawn, sprinting forwards to reinforce Xrn, with the Painted Antinium, including Chesacre, Thaina, and Purple Smile, suddenly fell flat on his face. He realized something was immobilizing him.

NoFacestealer! [Heal Minor Wounds]!

The [Priest] desperately tried to rise. None of the other Antinium were moving. He sensed something moving in the darkness.

Undead, coming down another corridor. The [Priest] whispered. A prayer. It came from the other Antinium, silent though they might be.

Please.

The binding on himfaded. It was a magical thing. But Pawn felt a different power enveloping him, forcing the effect back.

He rose.

The Ghouls descending on the helpless Antinium saw the [Priest] holding his censer up. And there was light.

[Holy Radiance].

The undead saw the light blooming. And as it struck themthey screamed. Retreated, fled, as their flesh began to vaporize. Burst into flame. They ran. Pawn shakily looked around.

The Antinium were still frozen. Butthe paralysis was waning? He saw Chesacre moving her two good arms. Pawn looked around.

Stay there! Ill find Facestealer! Stop it from advancing!

He ran. Purple Smiles, lying on his front, observed in his head that Pawns instructions to them really werent necessary. Pawn ran to the next corridor. He saw a familiar person standing there.

Xrn. She was regarding a figure, struggling amid black bindings. Facestealer tore one arm free, ripping loose half a dozen of the black lengths of thread ensnaring his arm. But more wrapped around him.

Is that really all? [Paralysis]? How weak. How insignificant.

The Small Queen raised her staff. Pawn saw a flash. The radiance and explosion was followed by a kick of force that blasted behind Xrn with a rush of air. The [Priest] went skidding down the corridor.

[The Light of Shalivere]. My spells have no form. I create magic.

The Small Queen was aiming her staff at Facestealer. It was writhingthe explosion of light had blasted off its first layer ofhide. Pawn saw yellowed bone beneath. Blood. He stared.

Facestealer tore more bindings away, desperate, enraged. Xrn saw it making its way at her, snapping the bindings. She tsked.

Mindless. Klbkchhezeims body would make fighting you a challenge. But Wrymvr would enjoy the brawl. I would not. [Lesser Teleport]. [Acid Wave].

The monster blinked out of existence. Pawn saw Facestealer appear fifty paces back down the corridor. The bindings raced at it again. And green acid surged down the hallway.

It steamed where it came into contact with the guardian. Xrn waved her staff and the magical acid, rather than obeying the laws of gravity, surged around the monster. Enveloping it.

You are difficult to kill, arent you? [Ailendamus Lancearrows].

Long, magical arrows appeared in the air and blasted down the corridors. Copies of power. They struck Facestealer. The guardian rocked. Its bones refused to crack, but it stumbled.

And it tore at the acid surrounding it. Tore at the bindings. Flailing. Xrn blasted it with another spell. And she was smiling. Pawn saw the lights in her eyes shining.

But what about the armor? An entire army ofthe [Priest] whirled. And he saw, as his squad rejoined him, what had happened to the corridor full of enchanted suits of armor.

The hallway rippled with heat. The very air was distorted. But there was no flame. Just pure heat. Perfectly contained. Pawn saw a melting suit of steel staggering at him. The thick metal wasdripping.

Running down the constructs body, as it melted. And it was so hot the steel was vaporizing. Pawn stared.

The hallway was filled with melted metal. Hands, reaching out of the pools of metalhelmets, glowing, deforming. He slowly reached towards the rippling air.

Do not. Your hand will burst into flame. Or simply melt.

Xrn stopped Pawn. He whirled. The Small Queen stood behind him. Smiling.

Facestealer. Was it

Gone. It was difficult to kill. And it tore free of my binding spell. A pity. It is not a threat so long as I see it, but it is stubborn.

The Small Queen nodded down the corridor. Pawn saw dissolving black bindings. Xrn regarded the corridor filled with metal.

Perhaps the Armored Antinium can do something with this. Oh well. Was that the best the dungeon has to offer? Perhaps it grows more dangerous further in.

She waved her staff and the heat spell vanished. Pawn saw the glowing pools of metal slowly cooling. And he felt the incredible heat.

Xrn stood in the corridor. The squad of Antinium whod come tohelp, stood a bit uselessly. The Painted Antinium, Purple Smile, all of them looked at her.

I think we have claimed enough of the dungeon. We will advance. Slowly. I am not incautious. And this dungeon is vast. My seeking spells tell me there is far, far too much ground to cover. The adventurers have claimed a good portion as well, but there is so much more to occupy. And my magic is not infinite. I am tired.

Xrn kindly told the others. Pawn nodded slowly.

Centenium Xrn

You may call me Aunt, Pawn. If you wish.

The Small Queen smiled. Pawn did not wish. He looked at Xrns shining eyes.

Centenium, why do you need us? We have nothing like your power.

She was worth ten thousand Antinium. More. What were the Painted Antinium compared to her? What was anyone? The Small Queen laughed, a fluttering chirp.

Oh, little Pawn. That is true. But I was created to be the worlds finest. AndI am only one. There are so few of us left. I can still die. Klbkch has died and lost his power. Think of it. I can destroy one army of Drakes. But they have more than one. I need you, little Antinium. You must be stronger. Because only together can we triumph.

She looked around fondly. And then the blackness surfaced in her eyes again.

Small as you are, weak as you are. Together, we might triumph. We need millions of the Painted Antinium. A flood, to traverse the seas. To fight our true foe on Rhir. So do not think I can triumph alone. I have died once.

She touched her chest. Pawn saw her eyes flicker darker still. And her head turned to him. She stared at the [Priest].

On that day, over half of the Centenium marched with our First Queen, who created us. The closest being to perfection in this world. The highest level any Antinium ever achieved. Over half of us, and I was strong then as I am now. And we were wiped out to the last.

Her eyes were swimming black. A single spark of silver shone in the depths, like some moving pupil. Xrn looked up. And her staff rose and the dungeons ceiling shook as she cast a spell upwards.

So level. And let us take back our home. That is why I am here. Leveland

She looked at Pawn. And her eyes began to return to normal. Something like playfulness emerged in her voice.

Perhaps we will find the key to the death of our foe here after all. Let us go back, Pawn. And you will conjure more of this delightful bread for me.

The Small Queen turned away. And the dungeon shook. Facestealer fled. The armored guardians had been humbled. But they were just guardians.

Lesser ones.

Yet, the Small Queen walked in radiance and remembered glory. Bringing change to the Antinium. Preparing for the war that had never stopped for her.

-

That was the end of the most ordinary, uneventful sort of day. With nothing but the quiet boredom, the passing of days.

It was not as interesting as the events the world took note of. And it passed into evening. The end, with nothing to remark on.

The Dwarf turned over the mithril coin in his fingers and thought of how hard it would be to move, the benefits of such things.

The Ashfire Bees fought in the darkness, given life by the little Druid.

Apista got high just because she wanted to, and not because she was depressed.

Montressa and Bezale discovered just how much gold was going to the Golden Triangle and got a bit more worried as they filed their reports.

The Antinium followed the Small Queen as she sat in Erins inn and introduced some of the Armored Antinium to the young woman. Erin in turn introduced the Meat Supreme Sub to the world and Relc.

Bird daydreamed of the time hed flown.

And Garry had two new assistants he was teaching how to mix dough to, who followed their savior, their champion, and looked at him like he looked at Erin.

Small things. And the last of these unrelated events began with a horse, carrying a young woman. Her hair was black and red, like embers amid darkness.

She had reached a city. And the sprawling metropolis made her smile, as she dismounted. People stared, for the young [Lady] caught the eye.

She burned, like the last spark in the darkness. Brightest, before it went out. Lady Maviola El fell into line with the people entering Invrisil, the City of Adventurers. She had little gold, only a few possessions, and three vials of worth beyond compare.

On a last adventure. As she waited, along one of the many gates leading towards the city, she wondered what the future held. She saw a [Farmer], bringing in food for the citys many shops and places of business. And a group fell in behind her, arguing noisily.

Theyre going to shoot all of us. Ksmvr, dont you dare say anything. Leave the talking to us.

Yes, Captain Ceria.

Leave the talking to me. You mean, oh glorious Captain.

No way. Remember what happened last time?

Last time you said lets all have a second helping of eggs! It cant hurt! Which is why were so late!

Pisces. Dont talk to me about the eggs. Otherwise its gonna come out again. I still feel sick. And I dont know which end its coming outKsmvr, hand me your Amulet of Food Poisoning.

Yes, Captain Ceria.

All three of you, stay away from me. Youre all a disgrace to adventurers.

Maviolas lips twitched. She turned her head and then stared.

A half-Elf was grabbing for an amulet being held out by an Antinium. One of her hands was skeletaljust bone. A [Necromancer] was sniffing haughtily. And a woman with metallic arms was rolling her eyes.

Maviola blinked at the half-Elf and Yvlon Byres, and then smoldered at the Antinium. The adventurers took no notice of her.

They were sitting on a wagon. And on that wagon wasa door. The arguing team, the Horns of Hammerad, had the door propped up. Maviola eyed them.

At least were here. Say, do you think well be able to get to The Wandering Inn today?

Probably not. You know how that door is. Only two of us will probably be able to go through, at most. Dibs.

Dibs.

Damn it, you two.

Yvlon scowled. Ksmvr raised one hand.

I am dibbing disqualifying myself to allow my teammates to go and visit the inn before me.

The other adventurers blinked at him. And they slowly drew closer to the city. The [Lady] eyed them as Ceria wrinkled her nose.

Whats that smell?

Every head turned. Andsomehow you missed this, but everyone else who had passed this way had seen it. The adventurers and Maviola saw a huge, rottingpile. Of flesh. It was being burned.

Is that a Flesh Giant?

Pisces blinked. And then the line moved, and Maviola El, and the Horns of Hammerad saw the gates of Invrisil waiting for them. The City of Adventurers awaited.

At long last. On an ordinary dayCeria Springwalker raised her head. She saw the [Guards] at the gate calling out.

Nightfall! Locking down the gates! Invrisil is under curfew! Come back tomorrow!

The portcullis slammed down. The travellers stared up at the gates. Cerias mouth opened. She inhaled the smell of burning, rotting flesh. Looked around. Yvlon looked just as startled. Pisces blinked a few times as people at the gates shouted indignantly. Ksmvr nodded to himself.

I believe the [Guardsman] forgot to say welcome to Invrisil.

Authors Note: This wasnt a short chapter. I mean, it was shorter. But Im still tired.

Hi, this was my attempt at an easy chapter. I believe Ive failed, but Im going to write another easy chapter next update so I can recover from that long interlude. It wont have much in it. It will be boring asthis chapter.

Heh. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! And if you participated in the Fantasy panel, thanks for sending in your questions! I didnt get to all of them, but it was a lot of comments! Thanks for reading and see you next time!

Todays art is by Enuryn the [Naturalist]! Its very fittingly of Liscors dungeonthe fortified entrance, not the other one. Amazing artwork and a beautiful scenic shot! Just uh, dont actually go inside to take pictures, okay? Thanks for the amazing art!

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