Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave watched the village of Barden from horseback. The metal men had been stacked in a great pit off the side to the village. All along the coast, devastation was apparent. Few villages were left untouched, and even now, refugees moved to Mateth. The great fields outside of the city had been trampled, crushed, burnt, and more. This place might be wracked by famine in the years to come.

In the corner of his mind, he could feel the consciousness of the pigeons under the control of his druidic magic. Rather than seeing through their eyes, it was like he was vaguely cognizant of what they could feel. He could tell that they saw people, and the direction those people might be in, but little beyond that. It would be helpful for avoiding ambushes.

Anneliese was still very unused to riding horses, and Argrave kept the pace slow for this reason. “Ride closer,” Argrave directed to Galamon and Anneliese. They did so, Anneliese awkwardly directing her horse forward. Though Argrave had suggested she use druidic magic to handle the horse, she refused. She wanted to learn.

“Now that this little party of mine is assembled, we can talk about what happens next.” Argrave looked to Galamon and Anneliese. They watched him quietly.

“Long-term, our priority is to mitigate Gerechtigkeit’s influence. Though it hasn’t spread far yet, the plague brewing in the northeast can devastate the continent. Indeed, it takes priority over stopping the civil war in Vasquer. As such, that’s our first long-term goal.”

“But you grow sick easily,” Anneliese interrupted.

“I was getting to that,” Argrave agreed. He took the horse off road, heading to the distant mountains where the old tomb would still be. “With the invasion from the Veidimen halted, I have a lot more leeway in terms of what can be done. With my physique, going to deal with the plague now would likely just end with my death. As such, it needs to be dealt with.” Argrave looked to Galamon.

“I won’t turn you into a vampire,” the elf said quickly and harshly. “Perish the thought.”

“Did I say anything about growing my teeth out? Everyone is interrupting,” Argrave complained. “Just listen. As we are now, we need to get our builds ready. In other words, we need to focus on personal growth.”

Argrave gestured to Galamon. “You are already a very powerful warrior, but compared to others, you lack good equipment. Your axe is one thing, but at the very least, you need an enchanted bow and a good enchanted greatsword. Finding armor that fits your body is going to be difficult. Armor isn’t exactly one-size-fits-all. It’ll need to be custom made.”

“As for you,” Argrave pointed to Anneliese. “You need to learn the spells I specify. Some of them I have. Others I will need to get. Mateth is a bit lacking in the scholarly department, but Jast will have most everything we need. The majority of the spells you should learn are lightning-oriented elemental magic.”

“Why?” she asked simply.

“You have a high affinity with magic just as I do. This helps with lightning magic’s one disadvantage: its tremendous cost. It’s fast, precise, and can affect many at once. Few things are attuned to lightning, and as such, few enemies can resist it. There’s a set of items that I’m going to get that will magnify electricity’s power, too, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Argrave and company passed over the dead body of one of the tomb guardians that had been using a bow. Galamon watched it as they passed, growing ever closer to the mountains.

least of it. I have to address my fragile constitution. As I am now, I’m plague-food.” Argrave clenched the reins together. “I’ve thought

quietly. The birds under the influence of his spell [Pack Leader] flew down, landing on the horse’s saddle. Argrave had grown used to their presence, and already felt quite protective

conditions in mind, the best place to go would be south, past the territory of House Parbon. They’re not fond of me there, but they’re also busy with a war, and we have the advantage in scouting with druidic magic. We’re to head to

standing by the horses. “I know an alchemist there… we’ll have to collect some things on the way, but he’s one of the few

the Burnt Desert?” Anneliese

of black sand. Really incredibly hot, I’m told, but it’s near winter. Best time to head

tribes,” Galamon added, voice low. “Lizardmen, cannibalistic humans,

rear and trade wyverns. They’re in the middle of a drought, though. We’re not there to deal with that. We get what we need,

asked, “What do you mean by ‘he’ll make

red to black. It’s his life project. The things

not explain what it does,”

about it…” Argrave paused, thinking. “It makes the blood denser, and rather than just carrying oxygen to the muscles, it imbues magic into it. Effectively, over the course of a few weeks, the body will be entirely changed similarly to creatures

“Oxygen?” Anneliese asked.

to transfer air to the muscles. This thing has some consequences. The transitional period is said to be… painful. I have to eat much more than the average person. My magic pool will be smaller but will recover much, much quicker. There’s other stuff, but it’s situational. That said, I’ll probably be the healthiest person

information. “This sounds very dangerous. You trust this person

moved away from the horses. “But let’s move into the mines. We have some things to fetch. Galamon, as my indentured servant, you will be

walked off. Galamon stayed standing by the horses for a time, then eventually slung a bag over his shoulder and followed with a

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to illuminate the stone paths of the ancient ruin. The

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have some of my own,” Galamon returned. “Why you wished to come with Argrave. Why

at each other in the dark, a flame swirling above Anneliese’s head just

seeing Galamon did not protest, continued. “Let me ask you this. Why are you so certain that

the forest that no one else seemed to know of. He spoke directly with an Emissary of Erlebnis and received a blessing. This blessing was pivotal in dispatching those ten druids. In addition, he

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