Jackal Among Snakes

When Anneliese returned from her visit to Onychinusa far later than she normally did, and with a large smile on her face, Argrave knew she had made a significant advancement in helping the wounded ancient elf. In truth, hearing of her descriptions of her condition day after day was quite saddening. She had been broken in body and mind as a result of their actions… but in the end, perhaps it was possible to have a cake and eat it, too. They’d just have to make two cakes.

“Was beginning to worry,” Argrave said as she walked up to rejoin them. “It’s dark. Do I need to set a curfew next time?”

“Perhaps you should allow me to accompany you, Your Highness,” Orion suggested, and Argrave cast a glance back at the towering prince.

“It should not be many times more, and I will spend no more spirits on each journey,” Anneliese said, then amended, “…unless she has a particularly bad day, of course. I cannot discount that.”

Argrave put his hand on her shoulder, leading her forward as he explained what she’d missed. “The myriarchs have been electing the new Supreme Myriarch.”

“Still?” Anneliese looked at him in surprise.

“Mmhmm.” Argrave nodded. “Doesn’t matter who wins, really. All of them seemed to agree with the alliance we proposed.”

Orion cracked his knuckles, and said under his breath, “As they should.”

“While we wait… let’s visit with those still with us,” Argrave suggested, and Anneliese gave a nod of confirmation. “We have to broach that idea of ours with them…”

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Artur, Vasilisa, and Moriatran sat around the fire, somewhat removed from the Veidimen nearby.

“Reflecting magic? All of it, all of those S-rank spells, just bounced?” Artur said in a grim whisper.

Vasilisa looked at him with her cold blue eyes. “If His Majesty hears you know of this, he won’t be pleased. You were supposed to be fighting alongside the Veidimen, as we ordered us. Instead, you were spying on him.”

Moriatran gave a sagely nod, but added nothing more.

“I’m not eager to go into battle anywhere the king’s not,” Artur shook his head. “It’s too risky. Easy to send a man into death, but harder to march into it yourself.” Artur rubbed his squat hands together. “But by all extent, he fought the harder opponent than you faced. Surely you felttheir power when we confronted them… but His Majesty faced them head on. All the might of their magic.”

Moriatran scratched at his brow with his wizened hands, asking, “And you’re claiming Argrave made these spells bounce?”

“S-rank spells,” Artur nodded. “Hundreds of them, maybe thousands. Definitely thousands, given how long he kept doing it. This was a barrage that put gods in their place… the same gods we saw tear through this forest those weeks ago…. and Argrave was the most important combatant, not them.”

In the Veidimen camp, all of the snow elves came to attention. Artur craned, looking to see what was happening. It seemed that Argrave had returned. After receiving a brief status update from Grimalt, Bastel, and Rasten, he quickly left them indistinguishable words and headed for the three Magisters by the fire.

Argrave quipped, “If you stay so solemn, I might think I stumbled across you while you

king glared sternly. Then, his face shifted into

kidding around with you. Always wanted to do that…” The king mused, settling down by the fire. Artur’s heart took minutes to slow again. “Not going to be here longer,” he

king,” Moriatran said simply, prompting him to ask

looked to him. “What we talked about, your enchanting institution… Elenore’s interested. You’d be merging with an organization she already had partially established, and you’d be subordinate to the crown. The finer details of pay and authority can be worked out… but I’m confident we can

back. “Your

to sit just beside him. Orion came to stand guard at the back of the royal pair. “Fact is, we’re going to need

“We must actively combat the opportunists

are coming back one by one, bringing grand spoils to Vasquer. You need to receive, copy, and distribute them en masse. You’ll have plenty of resources, and even

is, I’m going to my sister in the north, and I’m

will be interested.” The king cleared his throat. “Fact is, proactivity beats reactivity. We need to locate and destroy problematic gods, and forge alliances with beneficial gods as they appear. Naturally, I’ll need to employ a large contingent of powerful

is beyond S-rank?” Moriatran

be reached, and partly because they shouldn’t be reached,” the king ran his hand across his legs as his gray eyes

a plume of flame as the branches of the redwoods they used as firewood collapsed

ones I

behind her ear. She looked at Argrave squarely. “When will you stop setting

them. He thought on her question as the Magisters grew

higher to see,” Argrave

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extrapolate that the next Supreme Myriarch had been chosen from their ranks. He remained entirely uninvolved in the process, though most of the elves

elves, all referred to Batbayar as Supreme Myriarch. He walked with Ganbaatar, addressing his old Tumen member-by-member. Argrave wondered if the man really did remember all ten thousand names.

Argrave,” the man once known as Batbayar greeted him. That name would never be used—at least, not when referring to this person. Now, he was only

think it’d be right to congratulate you,” Argrave greeted him. “I’m told the leader has to receive the most punishments of all in the entire army. Self-flagellations, the like. You put

seriously. “Leadership is not a boon, it is a burden. I thought you ignorant of that… but perhaps you are a step ahead of me,

Argrave a quiet nod. “You kept your promise, Argrave. Some centaurs still linger, left behind, but… they’re no threat to us, now. And in time, we will purge the forests of all

to represent us in Vasquer, Ganbaatar. I will codify the

then go. I possessed an eye that told me the locations of powerful vampires… and in it, only two persisted. One with white eyes—Galamon, who was cured. The other had blue eyes. And I remember

He searched for words, but Argrave said,

not?” Ganbaatar looked to

miles underground.” Argrave gestured toward the Supreme Myriarch. “But enough of my meddling. We have an alliance to make

as the two of

thought, holding back a smile. The Supreme Myriarch was right… it was best for Ganbaatar to stay in Vasquer. There, Argrave would make great use of him as the poster boy for the Vasquer dream… and soon, motivated by his good treatment, elves would come to Vasquer in droves. Indeed, he might need to make an Ellis Island

"But to explain who this vampire is, I have to explain something else... specifically, about the Castellan of the Empty

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