Jackal Among Snakes

A bird of wind tore through the skies, keeping its mystic wings steady in its glide. A party of many sat atop it—Argrave’s coterie and the Magister couple of Hegazar and Vera. It brought back some memories. Argrave watched the terrain disaffectedly, focused more on the duty coming ahead than the scene before him. This ride had inspired awe the first time, but the second time not so much so, even with the time gap.

“Dispel it here,” Argrave looked back and told Vera.

The Magister nodded and the bird supporting them exploded all around in a great gust of wind that gently lowered them all downwards. Soon enough, they landed in a portion of the taiga that seemed remarkably similar in all directions. Even still, Argrave trudged forward.

There was an unusually somber air over their party, and even Argrave did not break the silence with his voice as he generally did. The area, much as the first shrine to Erlebnis, inspired an air of quietude and reflection. Things seemed gloomier in this stretch of the taiga.

Argrave did not fear betrayal from Hegazar or Vera once they learned of why he was here, not anymore. He’d won their loyalty by ensuring their future under his wing. Anneliese, empath that she was, had confirmed loyalty from Vera, though Hegazar was still the wild card with his illusory projection. Nevertheless, Argrave felt confident. Argrave’s association with Erlebnis would give the two Magisters no ammunition. They sailed on the same boat, and the two Magisters would never be so foolish as to sink it. Mutual interest was inextricable.

They walked far through the taiga, trudging through melted snow and densely packed soil. At a point Argrave had been searching for, the land sloped downwards ahead of them and ventured into the depths of the earth, half-hidden by the melting snow of a winter past. Argrave stopped at the mouth of this entrance, peering beyond.

“The magic is thick within,” Hegazar said as they made their first step downwards. “It’s dense all throughout this place. It almost tints the air black.”

Even Hegazar’s words lost some of their typical glib. There was something in their sixth sense that told them of the true nature of the power within this place. Argrave supposed that was a good feature to have for a place of worship. Argrave, too, could see the wisps of magic floating about the air with the sight offered to him by Garm’s eyes. He considered that the shrine in the south probably had the same features, but now he could simply see them clearly.

They pressed onward. Though they passed beneath the earth briefly, soon enough the scene once again opened up into an expansive cave with a hole in the top that allowed light to fall in. Most obvious was the gargantuan bear resting in the center of the beam of light pooling in. Argrave had seen grizzly bears and polar bears before, but none could compare to the sheer size of the black-furred beast ahead. It was fearsome enough Galamon stepped in front of Argrave, prepared to handle it should the thing stir.

Less immediately obvious were the walls of the cave. There was a single sculpture carved out of the stone and repeated in perpetuity until the stone cavern was completely filled with countless replicas. The carving depicted a great eye peering down into the cave, and just below it an arm held a book in its hand for the eye to read. In the back, like a nexus for all of these eyes, was a large head. It was perhaps fifteen feet both in height and width. It had no distinct features from this far away.

The bear slept… or hibernated, perhaps, given the winter that had just passed. Argrave cast a glance to Anneliese, and she took the signal to step forward. This bear had been born in this cave, had eaten its food in this cave, and had lived in this cave its entire life. Unwittingly, it had taken in many of the energies of this place throughout its life. Both in size and intelligence, it was incomparable to any of its species. Yet its fatal failing was its bestial nature—it had no resistance to simple druidic magic. Its soul remained mundane, unlike those of elves or humans.

The bear opened its eyes and raised its head as Anneliese approached. It began to prepare a roar, but a spell manifested in her hand—a B-rank subsidiary of [Progenitor], called [Family Tree]. Faint roots of green energy came from her hand and gently surged into the bear, like the faintest whisper of benevolence. At once, Argrave felt a new presence in the druidic network that he and Anneliese were bound in. Doubtless Durran would feel it, too.

“I was expecting… a smaller bear to transport,” Vera admitted. “The spell might not… well, it might,” she reasoned, sizing it up with her orange eyes.

The spell did nothing but improve the creature’s disposition towards them tremendously. Argrave hoped it would prove easy to direct—Anneliese could not control it directly with [Family Tree] alone.

“What in the world is this place?” Hegazar looked around. “How did you know of it?”

potential threats. Argrave’s nose curled—the animal would need to be washed, definitely. As its black nose curled, Argrave suspected it thought the same of

in front of him. Unlike the shrine he recalled near Mateth, this one was both grandly carved and decently maintained. Though the stone had gone green, many of its features remained. Though

stone tablet off the ground, and picked up a stone

god,” Argrave said

chuckle from his nose, latching onto the statement as humor. Vera, though, recognized at once

demanded, and Hegazar looked at her before refocusing

them to know the name. In a vaguely religious state like Vasquer, other gods weren’t widely remembered. “And there. You know one of my

kindly in Vasquer. Much like the Hellenic gods were viewed by Greeks or Romans, the ancient gods of Vasquer were

those

uncomfortable. Stay if you aren’t,” Argrave summarized

him. “Do not manifest your tension

he truly was. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. “She’s right. I asked you to escort me here, but I didn’t hope to involve you in this. If you want to

suppose this explains the tremendous strides you’ve taken in magical growth,” Vera reflected. Argrave felt she was misunderstanding things, but she was right in

other Magister who consorts with an ancient god,” Hegazar continued. “He’s mad. None associate with him. He

transactional,” Argrave explained.

all begins,” Hegazar noted. “I hope, for your sake,

nodded. “We

deafening in their conviction as the two walked out. Argrave was left with Anneliese, Galamon, and the bear. He held

an army of spellcasters, prepared to head south to remedy a severe deficiency we’ve been struggling with. We will have all the north, the majority of central Vasquer, and Orion prepared to

in this idea of mine,” Argrave finished. “I could

take a minute to reflect why you have chosen this, then examine the choice once more,” Anneliese said. “Once you have… I will relax completely. All I fear is that you act brash for my benefit. Self-sabotage is a real phenomenon, and I do not want you to

her cheek, then nodded. He rose to

simple question came: what did Argrave want? At his core, he wanted this war to end so that they could focus on Gerechtigkeit. He had come to the north to personally facilitate that development. But no, that wasn’t the crux of things—he wanted to be prepared for Gerechtigkeit. Even deeper than that, he wanted those near

loomed above, almost unreachable. Now, he’d seen a light. He enjoyed progressing in the ranks, enjoyed the feeling of growing both in knowledge and power. Working with Elenore, who’d assumed most administrative duties, he felt his importance in the fight against Gerechtigkeit lagging

to frame things logically. Erlebnis had no history of malevolence. Argrave had already met with the ancient god’s emissaries once before. If they failed to make a deal, nothing would happen. At the same time, other repercussions might rear their head—Argrave had used

could cause repercussions whenever he wanted, and they had not come to him yet. There was no logical reason this could be dangerous.

true enough. But a desire wasn’t wrong, and Argrave’s logic was sound. There was a large divide between those who achieved success and didn’t: that divide was having the courage to act

going to do it,” Argrave