Jackal Among Snakes

Anneliese felt sick to her stomach as she followed Onychinusa and the dryad down into the place that was to be the deciding point of this scheme. Battles she could handle, wars... she felt she had vision, there. But now she had insisted Argrave deviate from the surer course, following her down this path that she herself didn’t understand. She wasn’t made for this.

But then, more was made of everyone every day by the actions they take in the circumstances they land in. With the world changing, this was not the time to stagnate. Anneliese would not allow Vasquer to end with the same fate the ancient elven empire had. To that end, they could settle for nothing less than absolute victory.

The dryads called her a mistake... but her entire life, whether it was at her mother’s side or at the mercy of her grandmother’s teachings, Anneliese defined herself. It was a pride she kept within, buried beneath all. The pride of choice. Wherever it was she landed, she never wished to think that it had not been her choice. To that end, she would strive until the last time her heart beat.

Let her use that pride today to make a better life for the family she chose.

And like a flame had burnt it away, that sickness in her stomach was gone. Anneliese walked by Onychinusa and the mother dryad deep into this mysterious cave. Behind them, the dryad children walked like a funeral march. Onychinusa seemed disquieted to be boxed in, and she disliked the close confines of the cave

“I am beginning to think that the Lord Erlebnis sent you here not because he was ignorant... but because he was unignorant,” Anneliese began, her mind absolutely focused on the ancient elven woman.

Onychinusa slowly turned her head and focused on Anneliese. “Do you mean... the Lord knew I would end up here?”

“It seems he seldom acts on chance, but on knowledge,” Anneliese continued. “If he had Altan under his thumb, a myriarch just as Batbayar... he surely had more information about this place than we were led to believe,” she suggested.

Onychinusa was smart, and the words were plausible enough to bring her pause. Maybe there was even some truth to the words. But as things were, it teetered the scale a little over further as more weight was added. She could see the gears in Onychinusa’s head turning.

The cave floor sloped gently downwards before coming to a flat stretch and opening up. If Anneliese was right, this place was directly beneath where the mother dryad made her roots. They stepped into a simple place, no more than a cave... but the back of it was illuminated by light, around which half a dozen roots coiled. Most prominent was a thick root, splayed out flat against the wall. There was writing on it.

“I kept preserved a code your grandfather promulgated to all citizens of the empire,” the mother dryad explained. “It’s a code of laws. I ask that you learn it, as all citizens of the empire had to. Once you do... we will move on to the next step.”

The dryad walked away towards that glowing light, and Onychinusa came up to the large wooden root with writing etched into it. She ready through it quietly, but Anneliese was not content to let her be.

“Did you view Lord Erlebnis as your father?” Anneliese said, disgusted by her new use of the deferential ‘Lord’ even as she spoke it. Again, she wondered how Argrave acted out parts so easily.

“Of course not,” Onychinusa looked at her, speaking somewhat angrily. “I don’t... I didn’t have the luxury of such things. You just learned this.”

“And yet all that came before has changed,” Anneliese continued, coming to a stop. “The Lord never before allowed you to learn of your past... and yet now he sends you to the heart of it. The Lord never before allowed you to be free of solitude... and yet now he sends you before us, that we might work together closely.”

“What do you drive at?” Onychinusa looked at her, her face in disarray. “What do you seek to say?”

voice. “The Lord has made his move. Times change. To prove my point, let me ask you this-- the Lord’s breach... it

answered easily, rattled enough to let out vital information

exist so close to his? The Lord has a stronger presence than him, now, but that might not remain

pact,”

Erlebnis’ actions are rather like those of Veidimen culture. At the same time... if the Lord can act ahead of time, before

reason, Onychinusa. You can do as he cannot. If you should sow disunity, break this pact, the Lord can reap all of the

Onychinusa began, narrowing her eyes and stepping to the wooden root with the code of laws etched

as the Lord bids. Do you remember what I said?” Anneliese stepped closer, kneeling down before Onychinusa. “All a parent wants is

“I would be ordered. I should always ask, before

silence of your heritage. He never breaks a contract. But you

thousand years of solitude, raised in an inhuman place by unfeeling things... one thousand years of learning without end, striving without knowing for what... one thousand years of asking ‘why’ without ever receiving an answer. Anneliese could feel it all like she’d been through it. All of it culminated to this moment, and Anneliese stepped inside. The words that came felt like

purpose, Onychinusa... and if not

was her being-- she was someone who did not know her purpose, yet desperately wished to find one. Anneliese saw

no more words as she stepped away from the ancient elf. She could hardly think at all. Her brain felt heavy, and the next while was a blur. When she finally had faculty enough to think again, Onychinusa already walked away from

of a citizen of the empire,” Onychinusa said, her voice hollow. “What

explained. “From there... from there, I can do the rest, if you

in roots. The wood unraveled, revealing a brighter brilliance emanating from a

as if tamed... and then spread out once more redoubled, projecting a deep

until her black hair touched the cave’s floor. “Would you ask anything of me? And if not, may I be so bold as to ask

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giving Batbayar ample time to think. He was glad the book was C-rank, but looking upon its matrix hovering in the air he felt this book would gather more dust in his hands than it had in that millennia-old library. Orion sat

and surveyed the area, ready to pounce upon any foes. Argrave looked around frantically, at a loss. When he spotted movement in a distant corner of his eye, he

have met its end, but as he observed... no, it was the top of the pit that was moving. Earth was falling away as if in a landslide. It seemed almost like the earth itself was splitting in some natural disaster. That, though, brought back memories of what had brought him to this place to begin with. And with that

after a deep sleep... but

he saw this, putting the pieces together. She did it, Argrave realized. She made that old lady bend. How in the hell did Anneliese pull that off? His Brumesingers descended from

what you were talking about?”

upon the shorter man. “You’re gonna see green leaves, a nice clean

going

called out after him, “You can