Jackal Among Snakes

“Come on, check it out,” implored Durran, gesturing towards Argrave.

“No, I won’t ‘check it out.’ Where the hell did you get a hand, anyway?” Argrave said incredulously, looking at his companion’s hands. All three of them, that is.

Durran waved the hand, its fingers stiff and floppy. “From the vampires. One of them lost it, and I kept it. Not like they need it anymore—they all burned up beneath the sun.”

“You’re not going to be performing necromancy here,” Argrave said decisively. “Just give it up.”

“Come on,” Durran urged, moving to the trunk in the center of the room. “The manifest said this little bracelet stores souls—that it’s full of them. We have everything we need. I really want to try this out,” the former tribal said, golden eyes veritably glowing. “I’ve learned so much from what Garm wrote.”

Argrave caressed his temple, casting a glance at Anneliese. In light of the morbidity, it was difficult to treat this with any degree of amusement. Finally, he commanded, “Galamon, take the hand, please.”

The elven vampire moved to action. Durran backed away, holding his hand close to his chest—the detached one, that is. Rather than grab at the hand, Galamon grabbed Durran’s wrist and the tribal winced in pain. His grip loosened, and the vampire took it.

“Not in the city,” Argrave pointed at Durran as Galamon hid the hand somewhere. “Once we’re not in a city any longer, I’ll consider it.”

Durran shook his head. “If not now, then not ever. It’ll rot,” he said in lamentation.

“There’ll be more hands, and soon,” Argrave assured. “Felipe’s force might be crippled, the north and south arrayed against him… but the central stretch of the kingdom is still firmly in his hands. Our first priority is that fortification in Indanus Divide. And all of this is assuming that Leopold is indeed elected leader,” Argrave said slowly.

Everyone looked around, offering no response. Despite being in Leopold’s mansion the entire day, no news reached them. The Assembly was ironclad, and no information leaked from the Grand Council. It was impossible to tell how things were going. Of course, Anneliese could keep tabs on the meeting with her Starsparrow… but Argrave asked her not to. He couldn’t influence things—the prospect of knowing what was happening made him deeply uneasy, regardless of whether it was positive or negative. All he wanted was the result.

“So… to summarize…” Argrave warded his thoughts away by shaking his head and walked over to the things they’d been examining. “Durran… you are now the best-equipped out of everyone here.”

rubbed his head in embarrassment. Perhaps Argrave should be mentally referring to him as ‘their necromancer,’ now. “You still have that crazy blessing. Galamon’s got his axe—don’t have one of those. Maybe I can get one,

necromantic Order of the Rose, much of it pertained to necromancy. There was that bracelet, for one. It was capable of binding impermanent souls within for later use. It kept them safe for a long while—centuries, even, given that it was partially filled even now. Souls stored in that manner lost all of their

it were kept in that

harvesters, flesh sculpting knives, that sort of thing—but the fact remained that Durran had all he needed to

and the raw materials. Considering they were about to go to war, the raw materials

everywhere you go, you won’t be able to

of that,” Durran refuted. “I’ve been reading

distant future, necromancy was to be an incredibly useful skill, its potency doubled by some of the gods’ blessings. Argrave’s Brumesingers were testament to the strength of necromancy—they provided bodies, shields. The higher body counted necromancy offered was invaluable on its own, even excluding

every abomination will come surging up from the depths of the earth, sowing discord by slaughter.” Argrave gestured towards

hardened, and he nodded decisively. “Be a shame to let Garm’s legacy die

the subject and move on. “Besides those things… we got some items for

with glass that presently only displayed silver. The thing had a magic formation on the inside. It didn’t fit

was new, yet even still this bracer was quite familiar to him. It slowly drained HP—or now in reality, Argrave’s blood—until charged. Once charged, any blood magic would draw upon its supply before harming the player. In ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ it had been useless. Far better things could go on your wrist, and the equipment slot had never been justified—players would suffer the HP hit from blood magic gladly. Now, though… casting blood magic without repercussions even once? That was a huge thing. No risk of anemia, no discoordination… they were rare, so he hadn’t hoped to find it. Then again, that qualified

raised a pair of ratty gray gloves, slightly

his preferred element—electricity. They were like Galamon’s Giantkillers in a sense, but rather than catching whole spells, they collected a small charge from all lightning spells cast. The effect

atop the bracer. “For Anneliese…” Argrave knelt and picked up some boots. They were man’s boots, but they fit her—she was quite tall, after all. Argrave was too big to wear them, and Durran ceded them

that were quite durable and used the caster’s supply of magic instead of their own. Anneliese had used some magic of that sort in the past, so they probably fit her best in terms of aptitude. Whether moving faster, moving upwards, slowing a descent… these boots could do it all. They were best

glad it was Anneliese who would have them. Anything that kept her

look forward to trying them,”

a little longer, according to this manifest… our battle with him depleted them, and they need to be recharged now that they’ve been identified,” Argrave picked up the paper. “Even still, once we have them? You all saw how long Induen held out against us. We’ll

his black bowl, taking the thing in his

that you are. If

outside of the ward blocking off their