Jackal Among Snakes

“Someone is following you,” Galamon informed Argrave as they walked side-by-side out of the gates of Mateth.

“Really?” Argrave asked, surprised. He was tempted to look back, but that might give things away. “I suppose Prince Induen took a greater interest in me than I thought he would.”

“Doubtful. He’s an amateur, and rather young.”

“He?” Argrave repeated, getting a hunch. “Describe him.”

“Tall for a human. Shorter than us. Well-built. Dark red hair. White clothes—expensive, somewhat worn.” Galamon listed off monotonously.

“Damn it,” Argrave complained. “Really? And he’s alone?”

Galamon grunted in confirmation.

“How annoying. Just… scare him away,” Argrave commanded in exasperation. “Like a stray dog. No violence, preferably. I’ll take the time to clean myself off.”

Galamon turned on his heel and walked away without so much as a confirmation. Argrave moved onto the beach in his absence. He conjured some water with simple F-rank magic and cleaned some of the blood off his handkerchief, wiping what spots of red remained on his gear and body and draining them into the ocean. Responding to the blood, something swam up to shore. Argrave backed away warily, but then started smiling.

It was a small school of Irontooth Piranhas. As their name suggested, they were vicious predators. In the game, they appeared whenever the player swam too far from the shore, killing them instantly. They kept the player locked on the continent of Berendar. It was one of the reminders that the game was a game—few and far between in ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ where immersion was a top priority.

But this isn’t a game anymore. I could buy a boat ticket, sail from the continent, leave this nightmare behind. Let the continent fall into disarray. Why is this my problem? Why should I step forward to deal with these things?

Argrave felt a lump in this throat. Almost vomited from seeing my own blood. Almost cried from getting punched. The future holds a lot of that—taking hits and giving them. I talk nonsense about killing druids. I’ve never even killed an animal. I’m no hero. What the hell am I doing?

It was difficult to appreciate how good life was in the 21st century until one was deprived of its basic liberties. Cruelty and tyranny were relics of a bygone era for many people living well in first-world countries. He had a warm bed, cheap food, and trivial concerns. He missed that. Argrave blinked quicker, holding back tears—a fact which only made him angrier at himself.

“It’s done.” Galamon’s deep, grating voice drew Argrave out from his depressive haze.

face to hide his embarrassment. The water was cold, and it sharpened his mind back to the task at hand. He wiped his face down thoroughly until he felt that his

“Now, I have to go communicate with an ancient god. I implore that you restrain yourself in the

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him in an unfavorable contract, that consideration had turned into certainty. He kept an unsteady hand on the

Erlebnis and had a moniker

perhaps the push or pull of a hand, and one would be forever lost within its depths. Erlebnis was an equitable

Veidimen’s chief goddess and namesake, Veid, governed justice and contracts

vampirism, he fled execution. He was afraid of death. It left him with an indelible guilt, though. He had made his peace with his blasphemy by taking whatever contracts found their

were related to Vasquer’s prince somehow. Galamon used this to explain why Argrave knew so much about everything around him—royalty had

be a

knowledge on near everything around him, clear direction and purpose, and direct communication with one of the ancient god’s emissaries… what else could it be but a god’s agent of change, a mortal

should be his

thoughts, Argrave was just as uncertain as—if not more

one he spoke with last time. His proportions resembled a T-rex: giant legs, and two tiny, baby-like arms. The voice was identical

in for an unpleasant interrogation or a lovely treat. Which is it?” Argrave inquired,

what you spoke of. It is an utmost privilege for any mortal to be given the Blessing of Supersession, and even greater still for it to

saying that, then I suppose that means things went well. Oril Valar is

question? If so, it

“His fate hardly concerns me. I came to receive my half of the trade, and

of its stubby arms to the side.

trudged away. Argrave could feel its giant feet shake the ground as it walked up the stairs carved into the tree’s roots. He followed behind, keeping a fair distance away. It moved to the side of

emissary commanded. Argrave looked at it for a second, confused. “Bow,” it

means,” said Argrave, lying through his teeth. Argrave slowly dropped to his knees and bowed before the statue. When he straightened his back, he kept his eyes fixed on the portal. He had seen what happens when one receive a blessing from Erlebnis, but he still felt a

to suppress his base instinct to dodge. He felt nothing touch his head, but the

a searing feeling throughout his body—not pain, per se. It was somewhat frightening, yet concurrently oddly refreshing. It felt as though he’d just taken a drink of icy water, and he could feel it moving through his