Jackal Among Snakes

With Garm’s existence made known, the Lord of Copper had gained leverage over Argrave. That was an incontrovertible fact. With a word or two, Argrave could become an outlaw in most of the lands in the Burnt Desert. Fortunately, the significant delays in their travels had enabled Argrave to recover fully from his magic debt to Erlebnis—he could use the Blessing of Supersession again.

“What do think we should do?” questioned Anneliese. The three of them watched the Vessels speak to Brium. “This is… an unenviable position.”

“He has his hands wrapped around something vital,” Argrave nodded, then he looked to Anneliese. “But look at things this way—we skipped a step.”

“What?” asked Galamon.

“His trust,” Argrave lowered his head, staring at the road before Cyprus. “He thinks that he has power over us… and so he’s more willing to implement us in his plans.”

“’He thinks?’” repeated Anneliese. “He does have power over us. Perhaps we should make sure that Garm is safe.”

“I don’t think that Garm is in danger,” Argrave shook his head. “But if you judge differently, we can go back and make sure right now.”

Anneliese sighed and crossed her arms. “If only we still had our druidic bonds, we might confirm that without needing to move…”

“We’ll get new ones soon enough,” Argrave assured. “Perhaps quicker than I thought. Ones better than that dragon our… he’s our friend, I suppose… better than what Rowe has.”

“…what?” she looked at him incredulously.

“In terms of utility, certainly. But for now… I say we go along with what Brium asks of us.” Argrave turned to her.

She looked very torn. But after a while, she gave a slow nod. “Alright.”

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Brium and his escort of four Vessels stopped just before a plain gray building that was no more than a simple dome of cold stone. Argrave’s party was off to the side, not fully integrated with the rest of the Lord of Copper’s retinue.

“Before we enter… allow me to relay my expectations,” Brium spoke to Argrave, though did not turn his head. “This place is called simply ‘the Stone.’ It is a neutral meeting ground for the Vessels in this city.”

“The place from which all of the Lords of Sethia were born—mined from the Stone, forged by Fellhorn into metal,” Argrave finished. “I know.”

“That’s correct,” Brium smiled and nodded. “My distant ancestors were pagan lords, but Fellhorn’s coming changed that.”

“What’s expected of us?” Argrave pressed.

“I don’t suspect you will have cause to speak much,” Brium confessed. “Here is your role—you are mercenaries, hired by me. Your presence is meant to provoke them into action.”

nodded seriously, then questioned, “Against

tribals have been belligerent for years, and yet not once have the Lords retaliated.

of that refusal to retaliate,” Anneliese noted. “Why are you different from

of their lives—a stagnant pool, a still lake, growing only as rivers deposit their rainwater into them. Their power grows, certainly. But… Fellhorn is the

Vessels alongside Brium nodded eagerly, his zealous

“And you wish to

tribals of the mountains have learned, grown, and adapted. Our current way nets us nothing. The literalist way—remaining as a stagnant pool, offering drink to those who submit—is insufficient to spread Fellhorn’s eternal rain further,” Brium shook his head and clenched his fist, genuinely aggrieved. “I cannot see the faith stagnate like this. Even if I must be the one

benefit of provoking action against you?”

questioned, stepping up to Galamon and staring up at him. “When it

stared unflinchingly. “Your

Brium held his hands out. “When their foe is at their weakest. And the southern tribals have been looking for an avenue to attack

provocation,” Argrave shook his head. “You certainly have your work cut out for you. All of this just to lure the southern tribals down from the mountains? Seems far-fetched. Too

see fit to bestow upon me the luck I need. I am certain that the tribals will be ready,” Brium

tribals… I can make this flood hit a dam. Of course, he’s not going to let me meet them easily. He’ll hide their existence until the

Brium

my way for once. Long road ahead, but I’m eager to trod it.

building. I feared I might

am glad of

lords Argent and Aurum have been kept waiting for twenty minutes. I am positive they will be

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their appearance and dress. These appearances were not something coincidental.

were ‘hired’ to bear a Vessel for the tower. They were

by their own personal

had a sharp look about him and seemed to be angry constantly. He kept his hair long as though to show it off, and wore only silver jewelry and clothing. His status as a Vessel seemed to preclude the usual vision defects

by the wet skin natural to the Vessels. Her hair, though, was a perfect match for the word gold. On top of

title of the Lord of Copper, and of respect for the greatness that has come out of Cyprus in the distant past…” Quarrus slammed his fist and stood. “But you insult Argent

her back and stepped forward almost instinctively, immediately on edge. Brium raised his hands up

entirely,

of this?!” Quarrus shouted angrily. “You

Brium said calmly, still holding his hands out. “They’re mercenaries.

breathed heavily for a few moments, staring at Anneliese. After a long time of tension, the Lord of Silver turned, picking up

not forget the purpose of this meeting. Yesterday, you called a

understand why he brought us here, now,” Anneliese whispered into Argrave’s ear, drowning

he turned his head slightly at her voice while waiting for her to