Jackal Among Snakes

To see the ever-diligent Orion neglect his perceived duty to the people was already disquieting enough… but the prince led Argrave further and further away from the camp, heading into the swamps. His only comfort was the knowledge that Orion wouldn’t need seclusion to kill him. Argrave stayed quiet—he felt the need to say something, anything, but he was so off-rhythm that he feared to bring up a topic that might cause an issue.

They came to a great depression in the wetlands. At the center, many similarly shaped stones had been stacked in an orderly heap that marked it as manmade. Argrave recognized this place—it had been made by the swamp folk. It was a graveyard of sorts. Each stones marked the passing of one of theirs. Now, much of it had been grown over by moss or carried away by rains.

Orion stepped ahead of Argrave and stopped. “Argrave. Do you have faith in the gods?”

Argrave digested Orion’s question in an attempt to discern his purpose, yet he wasn’t able to glean why Orion had brought him here with that question alone.

“I know that the gods are real, and that they affect this world,” Argrave said truthfully.

Orion nodded. “Yet do our ninety-six have potential beyond Vasquer, in your eyes? And be honest. Sycophancy earns only my ire.”

Argrave stared at Orion seriously. “Our gods can spread across all of Berendar if the right actions are taken,” he said in all truthfulness.

That was how it was in ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ certainly. If the player sided with Orion in the civil war, that fate was inevitable.

Orion placed both of his hands behind his back and strode towards the stones in the depression ahead. “Indeed, an apt way to put it. ‘If the right actions are taken,’” the prince repeated.

Argrave stepped a little closer after Orion, before the prince stopped and turned towards him. His eyes were closed as he spoke.

“Kreit, Achiel, Irae, Tuur, Pilth, Gael, Razan, Wellwin, Malac, Zellum, Moder…”

Orion carried on and on, listing what Argrave knew to be all of the gods in the Vasquer pantheon. Argrave could probably say what they governed if he had their names, but he certainly couldn’t remember all of those names.

After finishing his list, Orion opened his eyes and clenched his fist before him. “Those I speak to, even though I bless them—heal them—as a proxy for the gods, the people… the people sing my praises.”

Prince Orion started to cry. His tears were molten silver, and when they hit the ground, the wetlands steamed.

“The people are ignorant of the true agent of their welfare… it makes me weep,” he continued, choked up. “I speak to the people… and though they name the common gods, though they pray to Gael for justice… few can name more than five,” he lifted his head up the sky.

“Then, I wonder why I heal them,” Orion said, voice colder than the grave. The tears he’d shed rose from where they fell, reentering his gray eyes as though erasing his sadness. “They place only an idol of Gael in their house and pray for righteous justice to carry them through life. They forget all else yet have the gall to call themselves the faithful of Vasquer. Such thoughts… such impious thoughts…” he shuddered terribly, and then knelt on the ground. “Do you share them?” he looked up at Argrave.

Argrave looked down to Orion where he knelt and suggested, “Can people be blamed when they aren’t taught?”

walked towards Argrave, looming above him. “Precisely so,” Orion agreed. “And this is the issue I brought you

walked back towards the cairn. Argrave called out after him,

stared at the pile of stones before

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my knights that they embrace the plague. That I would give them my blessing when the time came, and they would be all the stronger for it. Back then…

Argrave listened patiently.

sake, to obey our orders without question… and yet, when I expect they fulfill these vows, they deem me monster.” Orion ground his foot into a large stone beneath, and it crumbled easily beneath his force. “Would they swear an oath they do not intend to follow? Why? Would they speak lies so easily? For what purpose? Though the founder of House Vasquer spoke lies freely, he never

“Ask them,” Argrave suggested.

me.” He took a deep breath and exhaled, then shook his head. “It is only my actions that earned me their loyalty. The oath

me, loathe me. The people that come to this camp, they come with eyes squinted tight in suspicion, bodies braced to run in fear. It is only when I deliver them the blessing imparted to me that they bare their hearts to me, that

about where this was headed. “The people that

when that is not what I am. I am a prince of Vasquer, blessed by the gods.

then collapsed like a corpse onto the mud, staining the white robe he wore completely. “I wish to help the people with these blessings. But I do not understand them. Despite

over Orion as he sunk into the mud. “People will spread word of your good

then lightly bashed the side of his head into the mud, dirtying his long black braid of hair. “That is limited,” he said sadly. He turned to his back, then

took a deep breath, conjuring his old favorites from ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ “I like Zellum, the

smiled. “Of course.

was easiest to remember. It was important for the

blank expression, and for a few moments he worried he had misremembered

know those,” Orion finally said. He started to cry again, and he wiped his face with muddy hands. Argrave stood around awkwardly as the giant man rolled about in

of Vasquer, ostensibly… and yet with your words, you eased their suspicion

necessary,” Argrave defended

my ears…” Orion clenched his head as if remembering something. “I am drawn to action as iron to a

Argrave swallowed, worried.

Orion finally said, abating some of his nervousness. He rose to his feet again. “You possess

control? Argrave

“Your words can sway them. Not action. Speech. Promises.

lot of things I envy,” Argrave said, hoping

family has sunk even lower,” Orion said, shaking his head in distress. “I will not challenge Induen. By the grace of the gods, he is the

He took