Jackal Among Snakes

“One king is torn down before he can be crowned…” Duke Sumner, the young, brown of hair, and finely groomed mage of the south walked around a table where a map of Vasquer had been arrayed. He planted a crimson pin in the center of northern Vasquer, then lifted his head up.

All of the grand nobility of the south had gathered today. Margrave Reinhardt, leader of the southern rebellion, stood at the head of the table, flanked by his half-blind son Elias. Closest beside him was the ashen-haired Count Delbraun of Jast, the shrewd Duke Enrico of Mateth with his daughter Nikoletta, and the once-obese Duke Marauch of Elbraille. Each and all were avid supporters of the Margrave. They comprised the majority of the southeast of Vasquer.

Opposing them was another faction in the southern rebellion. These people, largely free of ties to the Margrave, had rallied behind Duke Sumner. They staunchly opposed the notion that Argrave should be their backed claimant. Fittingly, they comprised the southwest.

“One king is crowned by jumped up merchants who would play at being lords…” Sumner continued, retrieving a yellow pin and planting it in a city at the foot of the North Sea—Relize. “And now… one king has been maimed by his own son. Who knows? We may yet have a fourth, should the situation in Dirracha change.”

The Margrave took a deep breath and exhaled. “Are you here to joke, Duke Sumner?”

“Only a little,” the Duke shook his head, wavy brown hair swaying slightly. “But… more so I came to voice the concerns of some of the people within this party. Revoice, rather. I think it’s well past time for us to set this matter aside, to mend the small crack of disunity that’s formed.” The Duke spread his arms out. “Everyone has assembled. All the armies of the south willing to fight against Vasquer are here. But—unity in purpose is key.”

The Margrave nodded, leaning forward as he gazed across the map. His red eyes jumped from person to person. “You cannot be persuaded to back Argrave,” Reinhardt concluded. “Despite his deeds.”

Silence reigned—none voiced their thoughts openly, but it was clear that was the consensus from those opposite the Margrave’s party.

“Elias tells me of the boy,” Duke Marauch said, his voice a sonorous thing, not at all like the cloying, almost blubbering tones he’d had when he had been overweight. “I would agree that he’s a rather attractive proposal. And I trust Elias,” Marauch said.

People seemed to pay his word little heed. A shrewish man spoke, suggesting, “It is not the man himself so much as the company he keeps. Though he’s not involved a third party into this war as we feared, but rather merchants in Relize, the bottom line of our worries has not changed.”

“…those worries being?” Reinhardt pressed.

“Usurpation,” Sumner said succinctly. “I am sure many of us, indeed most of us, have engaged with some of the patricians in Relize or their hands. The Relizeans are a… hmm…” Sumner paused. “They are an uncompromisingly avaricious people. They do not act without a motive to profit. I am sure that this war is viewed more as an investment from their oligarchy rather than a genuine rebellion against malicious authority.”

do you assume Argrave would be willing to strip territory from his allies in efforts to repay the patricians at Relize?” Duke Enrico rebutted smoothly, his daughter Nikoletta nodding in agreement. “I have been doing business with the Relizeans in a peaceful and profitable way for much of my life. Though flamboyant

distribute these forces to… mere merchants?” another on Sumner’s side

egosbefore their land was bestowed upon them by the crown,” Delbraun of Jast pointed out. “Why should the victor receive no spoils? If they

ranks have swelled—you see this as an easy victory, and you seek benefits for your own house in the event of victory. Argrave’s army poses problems to your advancement. You cannot receive the wealth you

Margrave protested, though

me remind you—in its centuries of existence, the kingdom of Vasquer has prevailed against tremendous threats,” Elias continued. “The walls of Dirracha have never fallen, and dozens of fortresses stand between us and the capital. This is to be no easy victory. We must take every advantage we can get. And, above all, we cannot harm the people of the realm by splintering the kingdom. This is not a

bristled, the Margrave quickly spoke, “My son is right in that this is to be no easy victory. And Duke Sumner presents a good point in mentioning the disunity this matter has caused. Consequently,

stood straight. “What happens after the war… we will consider it only once we have breached the

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object between the two of them. They looked around, fascinated by the area they entered. Unlike most

the large disc they held, wrapped by cloth, wobbled dangerously.

the Tower Master

lowered it to the ground. Once done, they gave a polite bow then made for the transporters, eyes still wandering about the gigantic room atop the Tower

though what he was about to face required him to steel himself. He walked to one corner of the room and retrieved a booklet. He read it as he walked back to the disc, and then raised one

then, the baby-blue haired Ingo stepped out from

you feel well?” the Tower Master questioned, holding the booklet

fretting about this thing for

“If you feel fine… it is no trouble for

It was clear from his

more time. “Went through a lot of effort to retrieve this. Called in many favors. From what I read, it’s…” he shook his head. “Well,

to the wrapped disc. He grabbed the cloth, slowly unwinding it bit by bit. The white fabric collapsed to the floor, revealing ever more of the image. It was carved stone, and difficult to make out without the full image before the person. The disc was held in

neck to get a full grasp of it. The stone itself was gray green, almost like patinaed copper though with more of gray than green. The image depicted was disturbing. The centerpiece was an eye, undisturbed. On its fringes, abominations of

of the storm,” Ingo