Jackal Among Snakes

The Supreme Myriarch stared ahead at giants moving through the trees, trampling the overgrown roots of the Bloodwoods beneath their feet as though they were common twigs and not the redwoods comprising their homeland. From this far away, they almost seemed like normal-sized elves walking in one of the small forests beyond these lands, where one determined human with an axe could fell a tree in less than a day. But that image was ruined in seeing what rode on their shoulders—namely, people.

“Reporting, Supreme Myriarch,” Batbayar pulled himself onto the branch the Supreme Myriarch perched atop, then gave a salute. “My scouts confirm that those riding on the shoulders of… our gods… are the very same who broke past the southern border and sought refuge in the centaur’s tunnel. Should we take further action?”

In thinking what was best for the nation, the Supreme Myriarch often first thought of what would be worst for the nation. And what would be worst for the nation… surely, it would be angering their gods. That would sow irreparable disunity in all Tumens. With the centaurs rampaging, the winged demons seizing their high homes, and the grounded monsters nipping at them from below… many felt it the end times. Already, people thought this coming a salvation—a light amidst darkness.

The gods asked to meet with him. And as a leader, he could not refuse them, even if they brought humans on their shoulders.

“I shall receive them with the Kheshig,” he decided, then reached into his Amarok-leather armor’s pocket.

The Supreme Myriarch blew a whistle quickly, and then jumped down from the trees. He nimbly maneuvered through the canopy with elven wires in a show of extreme prowess, and in a few moments was joined by a coterie of his kin moving quickly enough to put even his skills to shame. These were the Kheshig—guards of the Supreme Myriarch, and archers skilled enough to strike a man down even if he hid beyond the horizon.

As they grew near, the elven god with long golden hair stretching down to his feet—Merata, god of agriculture—slammed his crook upon the ground. The nearby redwoods all bent and contorted to his will, and the Supreme Myriarch and his Kheshig slowed in caution. Roots and branches and trunks all heeded the god’s directive, pushing through the forest ahead of where they walked. When they stopped, all the forces called upon converged to make a platform.

The scarred patriarch of the gods, Ghan, reached up to his shoulder. Those standing by his neck walked out to that hand, and he lowered it to the platform where they stepped off. As the Supreme Myriarch watched, he noted their group was not human alone. There were elves of impure heritage in great numbers coupled with one of their true kin, undoubtedly born in these woods.

“Do not act rashly,” the Supreme Myriarch reminded his Kheshig, and then began his departure towards this platform.

The wood elves landed on the sturdy wood platform that felt as alive as any branch one after the other. Even in this extraordinary position, the Kheshigs maintained a disciplined formation that was well positioned to protect the Supreme Myriarch in the event of any danger. And as they watched, four approached.

Their apparent leader was an exceptionally tall human with obsidian-colored hair reaching his shoulders and calm, confident gray eyes. He had a heavy gray duster on, beneath it a metal breastplate depicting a sun with four biting snakes as its rays. His movements left a bewitching maroon trail, lending every action he took an otherworldly dignity and grace to it. With gods standing behind him, all felt small before this single man.

At his side walked an impure elf of the northeastern continent. Her clothes matched the human’s perfectly. Her long white hair fell past her waist, presently braided back in a half-crown to keep it from blocking her vision. Her amber eyes seemed like a calm that came before a storm—the Supreme Myriarch had seen their like on great commanders. His intuition about the measure of a leader had made him successful as commander of all Myriarchs, and he felt this woman had that measure.

and behind the both of them walked a gargantuan knight in golden armor and an elf of the forest, still clad in Amarok-leather armor and still with wires hidden in his bracers. Though he was well and truly born to this place without a

Argrave,” the leading man introduced himself, placing his right fist over his heart. “I reign over all the lands of

in a manner

but recovered quickly and responded in

the favored of your gods.” As though to prove this claim, the man held up a worn coin, though the Supreme Myriarch was ignorant of its purpose. The king continued formally, finishing, “I seek peace and cooperation between us, that we might drive out the

them and the gravity of the man who spoke them caused the

set aside, even if we both will

speech gone. “I won’t make excuses. I love my family dearly… enough to die for them, even, but I hold no love for my late father and his actions were inexcusable. They were unjustified wars of conquest, nothing

your people seek restitution, let

Chiteng, Dairi, Gunlik, Merata, Lunho, Orda, Murgid, and Volgar, the five sons and three daughters… this could be no human trick. Even as his gaze wandered, he saw elves filling the canopies to

dictated religion was a personal matter, and never to be used as excuse for disputes. But this… this spoke of things afoot grander than what mere mortals were

forces entering the woods en masse, even if they come to our defense,” the Supreme Myriarch shook his head. “Our

masse,” Argrave said with the faintest smile. “Just as you faced winged demons, my people face the risen dead—and soon, far worse. I cannot spare enough to

you intend?” the Supreme

as sole vying species in the Bloodwoods.” The one named Ganbaatar stepped out

a soldier, not a subject. Rise.” When Ganbaatar came to his feet, he turned his

customs, brought one of their kin with them, brought the backing of the gods themselves… certainly, everything was in place for easy acceptance. But the Supreme Myriarch defended against conquest by deception as

your sincerity,” the Supreme Myriarch

example in battle,

stared, thinking. From what the king had said of his love for family, and from what he knew of the human

kin with us to establish