Jackal Among Snakes

The Kheshig that came alongside Argrave seemed keen to take advantage of the centaurs’ position… but they bent to Argrave in a display of remarkable discipline. It was true that powerful spells might put an end to the centaurs, so closely gathered as they were. The man-beasts had rudimentary knowledge of magic, but nothing strong enough to defend from S-rank spells. They were generally hardy, and dispersed wide enough that magic alone was insufficient. Having them gathered as such was a rare occasion.

But it wasn’t to be. Argrave needed their strength—he just needed to turn it against the right enemy. So, they headed back. It was a mutual retreat, with the few centaurs free of the trap struggling to help their fellows out of their hole. With injuries galore, they would certainly take some days to heal—and these days would be time enough to enact all the elven gods intended to.

When Argrave returned, he had a rather different preconception of the reception that he’d receive. He thought that he’d be speaking to the Supreme Myriarch, brashly and confidently saying that Orion had faced the army of the centaurs on his lonesome and triumphed. His brother deserved a little bit of credit and praise—he certainly wouldn’t take any himself.

Instead, when they returned to the location of the elven city… Ghan, patriarch of the elven gods, sat on the forest floor. None of the other elven gods were here, but they didn’t need to be. This man alone had a presence enough to intimidate, and in terms of combat ability, he was certainly the strongest of them all. Even sitting, the gray-haired deity came to half the height of one of the towering redwoods. The wood elves in the trees far above looked down at him with both reverence and caution.

Someone was sent out to greet Argrave’s returning party. Instead of speaking to him, the first thing they did was recall the Kheshig back to the Supreme Myriarch’s side—that unnerved Argrave, and his mind immediately went to the prospect of news about Erlebnis leaking. Next, the messenger spoke to Argrave.

“King,” the man greeted—that his title was still used boded well. “Ghan has been discussing matters with the Supreme Myriarch. Now, he wishes to speak to you directly.”

Argrave stared at the man blankly. Was this what Erlebnis spoke of? He wondered. Light the fire, but don’t watch it burn? Was it a warning? Was this alliance doomed to fail?

But from the beginning, he had committed to this. The elves and their gods were too powerful an ally to leave to chance, and Kirel Qircassia’s disruption was too damaging to allow to fester. So Argrave nodded and said, “I’ll go.”

Anneliese grabbed Argrave’s arm firmly. “Not alone, though. Orion and I shall come.”

Argrave was torn between leaving her out of this to protect her and bringing her along to gain her insight into the conversation. At the end of the day, she had agreed to face every challenge that came by his side, and he could not rob her of that.

“Make camp,” Argrave commanded his Veidimen officer, Grimalt. “If you need food… I’d be a little disappointed if you couldn’t bag a big wolf or two, seeing as the centaurs flushed all the game in the forest in this direction.”

“We’re meant to guard you,” the bald officer protested. “That interrogation yesterday… was this what worried you?”

Argrave huffed, surprised this man had seen through their intentions. “Could you guard me?” He shook his head. “If he wants to stomp me flat, I don’t think a few more pointy sticks will help. I’ll be fine. Take care of the men.”

but his respect for Argrave proved a sufficient chaser for

came from age rather than birth, and the man had half a thousand too many scars, but there was an air

was wondering when the god might speak, but he never did, not even when Argrave was only a few

you need from

Ghan began. “My children bring to me a harebrained scheme… but the only detail I needed was that one sought to free us from our bonds. Now, it seems I was the one stuck in old thinking.” He leaned in closely.

Mother to the centaurs, Sarikiz. “I did.” Argrave nodded, then looked to the others with

out. Magic manifested, even despite the fact that Argrave could see no magic within the deity. An S-rank spell completed, and it shrouded them all in a ward from which no light nor sound could

is a traitor.” Ghan didn’t seem angry, but he did state that without

don’t think she betrayed you. Your two parties had

mouth. “We were allies in our rebellion. And because of that disagreement, as you call it, we did battle. She was cast into a slumber through this entire millennium, while we were left removed enough from our people that

stared. He had plenty to say on the matter. At the same time, his nuanced analysis about the failure in their alliance

propose to Sarikiz would benefit her and you in equal ways. Divinity is necessary to close

care for her?”

back to Ghan. The deity mulled over her

quietly, implying that he

will matter less for her than it will for you. And the centaurs will be out of your hair. So long as I explain

hand up and clenched it. The ward fell

Woodschildren. Their leader had words for you. I believe the battle is nearing its

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elevator for the first time. He felt a strong sense of relief watching Ghan return to the other elven gods. When the fast-moving platform finally came to a stop, Argrave looked

voice trembled as she said, “My father, he… they think he… he

Argrave asked

He seemed to be trying to make it to Quadreign. Movements along the northern border made him

broadly. “That’s tremendous