Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave watched atop a hill where the trees ended, fading into the lily fields beyond. In the far distance, he could see the entrance to the Lily Lurker’s cavern; the entrance was shaped like a canoe, and the earth looked recently overturned. Closest to the entrance, the lilies wilted, but as they grew further away, they turned a dark red hue.

Argrave knelt down with his left hand pressed against a tree for support as he watched what exactly was occurring. The lily lurkers romped about in the field without order, uprooting and flattening the red and white flowers carelessly. It was difficult to spot reason in their movements, but they did not stray too far from a single point.

The Lily Lurkers were about the size of a human head, though three tails on their back end made them seem quite large. Their body was colored much like an orchid mantis. They had six long legs that elevated them off the ground, and twinges of pink decorated their joints. Each bore a stinger on its back with an eerie-looking pink barb on the tip.

The other two of its three tails beside the stinger swayed back and forth as the Lily Lurkers roamed, vibrating and letting out a harsh noise similar to a rattlesnake. According to in-game lore Argrave recalled, their tails allowed them to communicate with each other. As it was now, Argrave felt it made them seem much greater in number than they were. The only thing that might have made him more uncomfortable was if they had wings.

“Jesus,” Argrave muttered into his hand as he watched. “Scorpions. Ants. Cicadas. Someone couldn’t make up their mind.”

“What was that?” asked Anneliese, her eyes closed as she used a druidic spell to scout out what exactly was happening. Above, her pigeon circled their swarm.

“Nothing,” Argrave said louder, not willing to turn his head away from the scene. Those stingers captured his attention. The Lily Lurkers moved far too fast for him to count them effectively. “What do you see?”

“I am unsure. There’s one in the center of their movement… looks unmoving. Dead, were I to guess.”

Argrave ran his hand over his mouth, pondering this. “I think… one of them must have died to the poison, let out pheromones. It’s agitated a bunch of them. These ones are searching for what happened. Ants do that, I read.”

“Pheromones?”

“Don’t ask me,” Argrave dismissed, lacking both confidence and a sufficient explanation. “I can’t exactly check my notes. Bugs don’t occupy my thoughts, and I wouldn’t spend any time reading about them. I prefer to pretend they don’t exist.”

Anneliese retracted the spell, and her pigeon flew back to the trees. “What should we do?”

“If you’ll notice, they’re staying near the corpse,” Argrave pointed out. “Maybe they don’t have ants in the snowscape that is Veiden, but if you’ve ever squished an ant near an anthill, they all freak out. They’re searching for danger. Once they’re certain there’s nothing, they’ll stop.”

It was dodgy at best, and considering these

we should wait,” Anneliese finished Argrave’s

see this as an opportunity. Imagine them in the trees—or

they react for one, imagine how they

insights into my struggles?” Argrave hearkened back to their earlier conversation. “Feeling queasy right about now. Logically, I know this is the right

we could take on those creatures. We don’t have the magic for that. Galamon isn’t

call upon that. For now, I need to determine how these things act when confronted with an enemy. It’ll make the spelunking go smoother later

take advantage of these things' limitations, their simplicity. Use spells like the D-rank [Wind Wall] to block them; I doubt they have the capacity to understand and adapt to magic. Use some of the lightning magic you learned, or fire magic. Even if ice magic is more powerful because you’re a Veidimen,

ahead, where the lilies began to turn red, the bugs continued to swarm about. Their movements seemed to coincide with the roiling anxiety in his chest. He

a strange moment of clarity. He turned away and clenched his gloved hands tight. I have to become a good leader. The lesson from Mateth isn’t only that this world is ever-changing; it’s that I alone am

Lily Lurkers ever closer. Soon enough, the insects turned, their two tails quivering and their bright pink eyes locked on the pair as they approached. Argrave estimated they were about twenty. Feeling the distance was sufficient for good accuracy, Argrave stopped and held out both hands, forming the D-rank spell [Writhing Lightning]. The

close attention to how the creature reacted. The lightning surged through its body and then spread through the ground and some close to it. The Lily Lurker spasmed for far longer than Argrave thought it might,

actions. The magic was much more effective than he thought it might be, and several of the bugs died as they drew close.

Argrave loudly to Anneliese over the din of rattling, lacking the time to

unison. He instinctively used [Wind Wall], and the creature slammed against it,

magic from behind the cover of his [Wind Wall], the spells passing through easily. The bulk of the insects, of which likely half remained, finally came close enough to the two of them. Argrave internally reminded himself of the purpose of this fight: to test their

the cover of the [Wind Wall] and formed the only C-rank attack spell he knew; [Wargfire]. A great lupine jaw emerged from his hands after the matrix formed. The

Lily Lurkers spasmed, their twin tails jerking about while their stinger contracted wildly. It looked as though the insect was stinging itself, but Argrave knew such a notion was ridiculous. Despite the fire, the rest of the insects rushed forward,

ring of wilted flowers. Argrave grew worried that he had caused a large fire, but the air was quite humid and the ring of red, unwilted lilies did not catch aflame easily. The flames were short-lived, but the

Argrave and Anneliese came to a stop and watched. The creatures writhed about, appearing in intense agony, but Argrave could not say for certain that insects even

to work,” Argrave concluded as he watched. “Started to get pretty scared, there. Fortunately, these things burn easily

for flashes of white to emerge and ruin the victory.

it was purposeful. A lot less traumatic to kill insects with

cave, those inside most often suffocate, or the rock overhead shifts and