Jackal Among Snakes

It was the morning of the next day. They had slept in a separate tent with the Veidimen. Argrave stared at a piece of soft bread with distinct finger marks. That had been his doing—in grabbing the bread, he underestimated his strength and crushed it. There had been several other similar incidents this morning alone to the point where Orion had even given him advice. That wasn’t something he thought he’d ever be dealing with.

Fortunately, he wasn’t alone in this. Anneliese, too, wore her reforged armor. She adapted quicker, but she also broke a doorknob in Leopold’s home. The power that these enchantments granted was overwhelming. As Argrave got the ball rolling, he intended to specialize his enchantments to those relating to magic. For now, this was a welcome boon.

On top of all of that, there was what Artur had added to the armor—protection from mundane weapons and projectiles on the whole body, temperature moderation, and slow fall. Each and all would be immeasurably useful, though frankly, Argrave did debate leaving it off despite the total confidence from Anneliese and Castro both. The incident with Traugott still rung in his mind, and even today the man’s whereabouts were unknown.

In the end, Argrave’s reason won out. Artur was a very prideful person and hated being looked down upon. He was completely obsessed with personal standing. Unlike Traugott, who found no worth in what people thought of him, Artur only cared what other people thought of him. He wore flashy jewelry, showed off his enchanting prowess by hovering in the air with his mantle, and made sure that his products were far superior to anyone else’s. All that Argrave knew of him suggested that he would never deliberately sabotage some of his work.

Still, the decision was close enough Argrave brought out an old doubt-assuager, perhaps hoping it might magically have new entries.

Traits: [Black Blooded], [Intelligent], [Magic Affinity (High)], [Blessing of Supersession (MAX)]

Skills: [Elemental Magic (B)], [Blood Magic (B)], [Healing Magic (B)], [Illusion Magic (B)], [Warding Magic (B)], [Druidic Magic (B)], [Inscription (B)], [Imbuing (B)]

Argrave had the bread in his right hand, a piece of paper to his right side, and the bronze hand mirror to his left hand. It had been a long time since he looked at the mirror. It now had B’s all across the board. It reminded him of high school—all B’s, consistently below great grades.

Whatever the mirror said, he hadn’t needed it to bolster his courage in a long time. His brain adapted to this world fully… hell, he was married, even. If that wasn’t adaptation, what was? And frankly, his nightmares had all but vanished. He did wonder if that might change in short order as Gerechtigkeit started making himself known. Nightmares from beyond the void were rather adept at creating nightmares in the head.

“Hmm. It looks like Vasquer is going to be ready to move, soon,” Anneliese said, hunched over the paper to his right as she read.

Argrave chewed and swallowed, then said, “Really? That’s good news. She’ll be a lot safer in Blackgard, I think. Fewer people around. Big mountain range to hide in. Nothing really dangerous to bother her, barring the stuff that’s deeper under the mountain.”

He took another bite, and Anneliese turned her eyes away from the paper. “Would you like me to dictate Elenore’s report for you, considering you’re busy stuffing your face?”

he chewed, then

With the money from taxes and the trade from

nodded as he

we return, with basic fitness seen to. She’s establishing provision agents for purchasing supplies more efficiently—that is rather smart,” she remarked. “Repairing and building roads for faster

will they be exploring?” Argrave

near the

puzzle that is the nightmarish Iron Giants.” Argrave tapped Anneliese’s hand. “We’re going to be glad we don’t

knowledge…” Orion spoke up, and Argrave turned his head.

all in this strange homogeneous memory porridge that makes you doubt yourself at every turn… I guess it’s an advantage in the end,

the wood elves. Only they prevailed against my father on the field of battle. Though ancient evils reawaken on our exalted soil

Orion talked caught him off guard, sometimes. He shook his head and said, “Well, I want to figure out exactly what happened. I heard about some… natural disaster… that wiped out a fortress, perfectly coinciding with a larger-scale attack from Yettles—little warriors made of wood, about ye tall,” Argrave demonstrated, holding his hand about three feet off

learn by coming here? And depending on what you learn, what can you

done has been through third parties. He’s corrupting

been

explained. “Like you mentioned, the Bloodwoods prevailed against Felipe in the past. That wasn’t a coincidence. There’s the wood elves… numerous, very deadly, and

prince crossed his arms. “He

of the Bloodwoods in large clans—usually one hundred or more,” Argrave began. “They hunt in packs, preying upon giants, great beasts, elves… they only eat meat, you see, and they’re not particularly discriminating as to whether or not what they eat is intelligent. When their numbers were higher, they advanced out into Vasquer to capture humans.” He looked around, and both Anneliese and Orion were entranced. “They were so fierce the elves took to the trees for shelter, building homes far above the ground. The centaurs adapted to hunt with marksmanship, building great bows far taller than you or me—then, the elves adapted again, so on

that what comes?” Orion asked seriously. “A great conqueror, born among

my way, we’ll approach this through diplomacy instead of hostility. Might be difficult, but what isn’t? No way we head in immediately—until those Veidimen

achieve this

dad. It wasn’t… prudent… for me to head here, this past month. Still, it’s been weighing on me this entire time, making me feel like dirt. But now I have more time.” He looked up. “In the grand scheme of things, she got the worst end of things. I want to try and fix

leaned in a little closer. “I remember what you said to me about this place when you thought you were dying. You mentioned steppes, dryads, malfeasance… about how I should side with the centaurs after the

expected to be king back then, I guess. Thought we’d be here earlier.” He