Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave swished water through his mouth and spit it out into the snow as he walked. Ahead of him, a neatly cobbled stone road winded across an endless field of white snow. His cane clicked against the stone as he moved. The center of the road had black crystalline objects embedded in them, faintly shining in the daylight. Argrave put his feet on one of the black crystals, and he felt heat emanating from them.

“You clean your mouth every morning and night. A human ritual?” Anneliese inquired. She and Argrave had been talking nonstop during his tenure as a god’s mortal agent in Veiden. She was an endlessly curious person, and Argrave was fascinated by a culture that was largely absent in ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ They had been exchanging questions every waking second.

Argrave smiled widely, deliberately showing all of his teeth. “No, a personal ritual. I have been blessed with veritable pearls for teeth, and I wish to keep them that way,” Argrave said with exaggerated cheer. He turned his head back to the road. “You know, I’m surprised to find paved roads in a desolate place like this. No offense, of course,” he added. “The roads are heated, even. I thought I would likely die from cold.”

“They are new. Collaborative efforts by many mages melded the earth to form these roads. After, craftsmen placed those hot crystals to keep the snow from building up.” Anneliese kneeled down and pointed, carrying on her explanation with expertise. “When the snow melts from the crystal’s heat, it seeps into the road through some purifying minerals. Aqueducts below the surface carry it to the cities' wells.”

Argrave’s brows furrowed in contemplation, but he smiled. “That’s very fascinating. You know much about most things in this place.”

Anneliese stood up, staring up at him with her amber eyes. “It is as I told you. I enjoy understanding and learning about the world.”

“Looks like I chose the right tour guide to Veiden, then.” Argrave nodded. “Come to think of it, that’s probably why you wanted to come with me on my fool’s errand.”

“It wasn’t the only reason, but yes, it was the largest factor.” Anneliese nodded. “What you’re doing is important. I want to be a part of it.”

“That’s it?” Argrave pressed. “You want to come with someone you barely know to be a part of something important?”

“I do not think I can be satisfied waiting here in Veiden, honing my magic quietly,” Anneliese shook her head. “Maybe what you said about me achieving great things got to me. Maybe I also want to leave behind a legacy. All I know is that I want to do this.”

Argrave nodded. “Well, you won’t be dying. There’ll be no legacy. You’ll be a living legend; I’ll make damn sure of that.”

Anneliese nodded, and then she carried on down the road. “What do you hope to find in Veiden’s capital, behind the Ice Wall?”

“Besides Galamon’s family?” Argrave turned on his heel and continued walking. “Lots of druidic magic. As much as I would love to waste away my days reading a new culture’s writings, I’m on a schedule. I need to get what’s useful to me. Berendar has no druidic magic—it’s exclusive to Veiden. Beyond just learning it, I could propagate it and make a fair bit of money. I don’t think such a thing would be unethical in the face of a world-ending calamity.”

“Rowe manages all of the spellbooks in Veiden. You will not be able to take them without his permission.”

“So I’ll get it,” Argrave said without much concern. “I can trade illusion magic or the process for creating enchanted items, both of which the Veidimen lack. Such things would bolster your forces and make the future battle with Gerechtigkeit easier.”

Anneliese nodded. Argrave rubbed at his stomach as they proceeded down the road. He noticed he was gritting his teeth, and not from the cold. Anneliese watched him.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

Argrave paused in the road as a cold wind blew by, sending Anneliese’s incredibly long hair waving about in the wind. Once the wind settled, Argrave said, “No, I’m not, if you care to know the truth. Guilt gnaws at my stomach. I feel like I’m going to vomit.”

“Over Mateth?” Anneliese pressed.

think I’ve won—I’ve done it. All this, only to have that victory flavored with death and misery. And for WHAT?! What does this achieve?” Argrave held his hands up. “Bupkis. Nada. Makes me sick. And back there I just... threw in the towel, because it was the

his mind, you can’t change that,’ or, ‘the battle is already happening, and you can’t change that.’ The simple fact is, I didn’t even try. And now,

just a reminder of how useless I am. Impotent. I can’t…” Argrave’s voice trailed off as a lump grew in his throat. “I settled for second best. Couldn't find the perfect solution. I should have gone to that council Dras held even if I

Dras summoned us... he told you to come at your leisure. Do you think that was not deliberate? By the

his mouth to answer, but closed it

Anneliese stated, her passive tone making the words sound cold. "It's probably why Dras removed me from the council-- if I brought news of his intentions to you, you might've done something.

here, isolated. He gave me free rein of the whole place..." Argrave spread his hands to the snow fields and the

Mateth will fall without your help?"

off before he could say, 'it always happens.' "Whatever," he finally said, lowering the cane to the ground. "Galamon was right. I'll get lost if I focus on 'what if's.' Have to keep

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air. A few people on the docks jumped backwards moments before the spear pierced the docks and sent wood splinters whistling through the air and into the water. Once it settled, some people moved past it while readying magic, but one of the men that had jumped shouted, “Watch out!” moments

solely dedicated to defending against the onslaught. The magic attacks from the Veidimen aboard their longships came in concentrated waves—a few seconds of intense power, followed by many periods

force from each clash was enough to set the sea churning. The tides roared against the docks, and the longships

was taller, but Mina was much more agile. They wound through the alleyways as they

the man greeted loudly.

running to the man. “Where’s my father?

Bracco responded promptly, pointing at a building very close to the docks.

spells rocked the docks. She instinctually ducked, shielding Mina with her arm and falling back. Bracco was considerably less

best of their mages started to freeze the oceans while their warriors walked across. It was the strangest form of battle I’d seen. Their ice magic is extremely

away from the customs building, deciding to take Bracco’s word

using enchantments. It’s Ebonice,” Nikoletta declared, walking closer to the docks and surveying the scene. “That’s also why attack magic isn’t working. It dispels magic on contact.” She watched

command, but he’s taught me a lot. I need to calmly assess the situation. Think back to

The higher-level spellcasters will naturally resist it, but they’ll notice it. It should help you command,” Mina contributed,

our position. Their advantage lies in their Ebonice arrows. They suffer because they’re at sea,” Nikoletta muttered to herself, rubbing her chin with her gauntleted hand. The sky cracked with another volley of spells. Nikoletta could see faint black lines

said, determination lining her voice now. “Send off someone to retrieve a group of archers—twenty at least. Even if they need to be pulled from the walls, bring them

such

“Our mages are fighting them to a standstill, but they have warriors aboard their ships. Once the magic begins to run dry

He rushed off

wooden

thumbs up as a spell matrix hovered in the air. Nikoletta inhaled, and

Monticci, will be assuming command in place of my

echo out across the docks. There was a great stir

and simultaneous usage of magic had another effect that her father emphasized. It could affect the environment. Earth magic was the most prominent example of this—one could

forth as the combined efforts of many mages created a fell wind. Though much of the Ebonice soaring through the air diminished the wind before it could reach the longships’ sails, it did stir the water, sending a great wave away from the shore. Several of the flying projectiles lost much of their accuracy, and the brutality of the attack was