Jackal Among Snakes

Of all the original protagonists that Argrave had encountered, Dimocles was the one that that had acted most like a player of Heroes of Berendar. His personality was the most well-suited for that role—just like him, players sought to collect things for the sake of collecting them. Artifacts, spells, abilities, companions… the players get more and more, collect the best of the best, and make the numbers go higher and higher until the game ends. That, or until they get bored.

Before coming to the Bloodwoods, Argrave hadn’t thought about Dimocles much. Now that he had been so directly confronted with him, Argrave knew that this person would be extremely troublesome. If a player saw a nice piece of armor on a non-playable character, murder was generally the first thought to come to mind. Such a person would have no issue doing the worst things imaginable to further their need to collect. That was why he was here, serving Erlebnis.

But Argrave had been a player thousands of times before. Even if Anneliese couldn’t read this man-turned-polymorph, Argrave could imagine what was going through his head with ease.

And with the situation as it was… Argrave knew that Dimocles would feel angry and violated. Elenore had raided his safehouse, taken the items that he thought were his, and then Argrave had sent him a mocking note with the fruits of that labor. If Argrave were a player… well, if ever there was a motivation for revenge, this was it. The player was the one who entered random homes and tore everything off the walls, not the other way around.

“Hey, friend!” Argrave called out, walking down the slight decline of loose dirt and heading for Dimocles. “Long time no see.”

Dimocles froze in his furious pattern of pacing, blue-green eyes locked on Argrave. His face grew totally still, then bubbled as it shifted into a neutral expression. Argrave presumed that it would be impossible for Anneliese to read him again, now that he’d composed himself… but then, Argrave hadn’t been counting on her for this encounter. This was his battle.

Argrave revealed the miniature cabinet to spur a reaction, grinning widely. Dimcoles didn’t give him an overt display of emotion. He straightened, adjusting his gray and teal robe before putting his hands behind his back almost politely.

“I’m told that Onychinusa is the reason behind the roots in this forest reverting,” Dimocles responded, acting as though he wasn’t bothered.

“This time is all about you. Let’s catch up,” Argrave threw the cabinet up in the air, catching it again and again. “You see, I gave my sister some very specific directions. They led to a certain villa under the control of a minor lord named Dimocles. But that… it’s just a front, isn’t it? A little bit of deception to hide the real value. And—would you look at this?” He caught the cabinet fiercely, holding it up between two fingers. “Where would I have gotten this?”

Dimocles stared, and behind Anneliese called out, “He’s using his polymorphism to make more hands on his arms, that he might cast more spells quicker.”

Argrave shook his head. “You ought to stop that. I can do a lot more than break off one of this cabinet’s knobs.”

Dimocles held his hands off to the side, and Argrave said the tiny hands formed on the edge of his skin slowly recede. The polymorph said, “You don’t even know what that cabinet does.”

“It’s a collector’s item,” Argrave said coyly. “The workmanship… sublime. And what’s within it…?” Argrave moved his hand to the cabinet, opening it up. Within it… there was everything at once, and nothing at all. It was time. Inky, gelatinous, intangible time.

Argrave bit the tip of his glove, pulling it off to reveal his pale, huge, and still quite bony hand. He had a golden ring bearing his sigil, and pulled it off quite easily. “I’ve been using the enchantment on this ring a fair bit,” he said, placing it inside the cabinet. He shut it, conjuring memories of when it had been fully charged. He made magic hand gestures at the cabinet, but they were pointless. When he opened it again…

what a nifty item. I’m not so certain it can repair itself, though… after all, the knob I sent you is still missing.” Argrave looked at Dimocles as the man breathed heavily.

quite arcane. It had one very simple but very potent function… and that was restoration. Any item placed within it could be restored to the state the user wished it to

it,” Dimocles urged. “It’s too valuable

Argrave said, voice carrying a stable fury. “I’m returning the favor. That anger you’re

fallen branch. He clenched it tight in his hand, and it crumbled to bits in his hand

about any emissaries waiting in the centaur’s cave. You’re going to give

as he thought. “…there’s one at the altar

“Any more?” Argrave pressed.

“No,” Dimocles answered.

looked back, giving a nod. Merata slowly stepped out of the redwood tree he’d shrouded himself in, his great steps rocking the earth. Dimocles stepped away in surprise, breaking the neutral expression on his face even as the elven god slammed his crook into the

not lie,” Merata confirmed after a long time. “I’ve taken care of the two. In droves, they were difficult,

overtly, and you’re going

Dimocles began, stepping

his clenched fist. Dimocles stopped talking, his polymorphism failing to hide

my threats, Dimocles,” Argrave shook his

more than only me in Vasquer. With things as they are… you’ve chosen a side. Even if you force my

masters,” Argrave said with a wide grin. “Now, are you

things. How

just as knowledgeable as Erlebnis… but I don’t have the same limitations

into the forest, heading in the

kindly escorted her. And when they arrived at Blackgard… they were a little short. I think you still have something

tossed it at Argrave, who caught it gently. With the man embarrassed, Argrave gestured with his head for the polymorph to leave. And so Dimocles

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Anneliese asked Argrave

that’ll be the final straw for their alliance. I’m almost entirely confident

we lucky?” Anneliese asked him with such seriousness Argrave

I don’t think so,” Argrave shook