Jackal Among Snakes

Vasilisa grabbed the iron gate that stood out front the palace in Quadreign. She fit in a key and opened it wide. Argrave eyed the gate—it was cheaply made, and the iron had grown rusty and brittle. The Magister had led them through the city with purpose, and they’d diligently followed behind their escort. It wasn’t as though any people blocked their way.

The quest line in Quadreign had always described the city as failing, as a fragment of its former glory. Certainly, the player could observe the failing houses, the decrepit palace, and the stagnant clocktower. Even still, Argrave felt as though he was seeing the city for the very first time. These were living people enduring hard times in this land of bitter cold. He saw how thin they were, how they shuddered in their poorly heated homes, and how they slowly withered away in this isolated valley.

There was an old man waiting for them in the palace’s courtyard. He wore clothing that once might have been brilliant blue but was now faded and worn and lined with fur to ward away the cold. Vasilisa stepped right up to him.

“Young lady,” he greeted. Argrave recognized him—he was the steward of this palace. Befitting an elder member of House Quadreign, he was a mage with quite a formidable magic pool.

“That title is no longer applicable, Ferrel,” she said coldly. “Here.”

Ferrel took a bag from her hand, and Argrave heard metal clinking within. The steward looked inside, then looked back to Vasilisa. “But… my lady… all of what you earned?”

“I am still part of this house. Take it. I will brook no protest,” she commanded him.

The steward acquiesced with a quiet bow. “It will help alleviate some of the debt.”

“Forget the debt,” she disagreed. “That money is for supplies. The Lous family lost half their herd. We need to buy food, other essentials, distribute them.”

“Of… course, my lady,” Ferrel bowed a little deeper.

“These elves are my guests,” Vasilisa looked back, blue eyes steady. “I want them to meet my sister. They… are here about the flame.”

“Your sister is…” Ferrel’s lips twitched. “I’ll speak to her. It might be difficult. You know how she is.”

“Alright,” Vasilisa nodded, her stern voice lightening up somewhat. “You three. Come along.”

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Vasilisa escorted the three of them to a guest house within the palace. It was poorly maintained, and this fact seemed to embarrass the Magister greatly. She promised it would be cleaned, but Argrave insisted it was something they’d be willing to handle themselves. She seemed insulted at first, but gradually she accepted the proposition.

They didn’t have the chance to do much, though. Ferrel returned after a time, and they were escorted within the palace proper—specifically, the great hall beneath the clocktower. Though there was a great ascending set of stairs leading to a throne that seemed to be made for a giant, the person they had been brought to meet—Vasilisa’s sister—sat in a simple chair at the foot of these stairs, the steward standing just beside her. Her name was Diana, and she was the present baroness of Quadreign. She looked quite like Vasilisa, being blonde and blue-eyed, yet age marked her a little more than it had her sister.

As they approached, he heard Diana question Ferrel quietly, in a voice almost too low to hear, “Do I know them?”

“No, my lady. They are new to us. Your sister brought them,” the answer came, just as quiet.

Diane nodded, then leaned her head against her hand and massaged it gingerly as they approached.

says that you came here to look

correct, baroness,” Argrave dipped his head. “It is Veidimen work. Consequently, we are the only able

see,” Diana said. Her eyes weren’t quite focused on their faces, but they were in their general direction. “And… reigniting this flame. What…” she paused for a few seconds. “…actions do it… does it

that he would need only my aid with this matter,” Vasilisa interjected. “I merely wanted to keep you

refocused. “Then

his head once again. “I can promise confidently that you

is no thing… nothing more, I’d very much like to be left alone

gripped the arm rest of her chair firmly. Anneliese took note of this and stared

said. “Thank you

as they walked. “The territory is… not what it once was, and my sister has been working very hard to curb our decline. There are many troubles with being isolated as we are—troubles that were once addressed by this flame. On that matter…” she eagerly drove the subject away from her sister. “I think it’s best that

be for the best if we got to work immediately. To that end… I’d like to see the site where the flame is kept. From old Veidimen

need to take care of a few other things before we go there.

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docks of Relize from Leopold’s estate. One didn’t have a clear view of the

odder that they’re going,”

head back. “Things

when he won’t be

you be well-accustomed to earning respect, no matter the situation? You earned a place in the world with a name alone. A rather unintimidating name, at that. I hardly think of bats as the foremost authority,

subject. “The army moves. I think the first order of business… shall be a show of strength for the soldiers of the

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was doing some important deciphering. As a point of fact, though, it

his feet and turned around, where Vasilisa stood expectantly. “Well?

isn’t extinguished,”

to accept when we’re

to survey the place. “…still, the

nothing to maintain,” she shook her head. “If they are active, they’re faulty, and need to

from quite a long distance away.” He looked up. “Given the nature of sending energy through the air… you might have noticed some people

and stepped away, and Argrave suspected many pieces were falling into place in her mind. Her eyes trembled in rage, and she swallowed deeply. Galamon eyed her cautiously, keeping his hands near his

away, used

enough came in close

it be reversed?” Vasilisa spoke through

year to reignite the flame. The runes would need time to rebuild its essence from the ground up. Though I should note the thief would lose the flame, wherever

breathing heavily in the quiet stone chamber. Argrave looked to Anneliese, yet the fact that she

we could recover it,” Argrave gave her the second, much

around the cold stone chamber, practically fuming. “Do you think us capable of heading to the palace and doing such a

was the king that stole it,” Argrave shook his head. “If the capital of this kingdom is further south than Relize, the runes could not sustain it so. In addition, as I mentioned… it would have to be someone knowledgeable about