Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave went to deal with his agenda, but as he spoke to the architects of Relize to end their strike, and as he addressed the concerns of Magisters questioning the direction of the expeditionary parties sent out across Vasquer, his mind was elsewhere. His mind was on helmet Melanie had brought back. More specifically, he dreaded the Ebon Cult it heralded.

There was no mistaking the distinctive masked helmet of the Ebon Cult. The ones given to scouts were undetailed and light, as the masks marked their rank in the hierarchy and helped establish a sense of identity for their wearers. That it had been found meant one thing alone: the cult’s scouts had ventured where Melanie had reached. That was the bare minimum it meant—in reality, their members might have discovered a path to the surface long ago. And without Gerechtigkeit’s meddling to hinder their progress significantly… they might have a huge head start on their invasion of Vasquer.

If this had been Gerry’s plan—to have these two potent nations clash just as all the gods descended, weakening both in a major way—then it was working out.

Argrave sat on his bed with Anneliese hovering near him. They had been staying in the parliamentary complex, alongside other parliamentary seats that decided to stay in Blackgard itself. She had a writing implement and paper both prepared, but she did not write. He stared at the helmet in his hands, thinking hard.

“You feel dread.” Anneliese knelt down before him. “Do we cancel our plans to go to Veiden?”

He looked at her, using her question to put his thoughts back on rails. Apparently, half the reason Galamon was convinced to return to Veiden was because there was something related to the Ebon Cult. They might not even be the same organization, but at the same time…

“Before I became king… I had intended to head down into the abandoned dwarven cities.” Argrave set the helmet on his bed. “There, I would learn and make use of shamanic magic, upgrade my arsenal, defeat Mozzahr and his cult alone while the kingdom focused on preparing for the gods unmolested. But events transpired. I dealt with events in the Bloodwoods, not down there.” He fixed her with a gaze as steady as stone. “Now, we need Galamon’s expertise in war more than anything. I can’t fight this as I’d hoped to.”

“That is a sensible point.” Anneliese’s eyes darted back and forth as she was lost in thought. “We waste time. We may be late, already. Let us go visit the first training session of the army.”

Argrave nodded, rising to his feet. As he made for the door back to the outside, he paused, then turned and grabbed the helmet still on their bed.

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They travelled beneath the tunnel spanning the mountains north of Vasquer. It was a busy road, with refugees still coming in en masse, but they still made it through in decent time. Here, the great fortress erected by the Relizean architects stood strong and tall. Argrave, Anneliese, and Orion scaled the massive fortification, heading for the walls. The stairs felt as though they took an hour to climb, and once they arrived the cold winds of high altitudes battered their face.

Rows and rows of Veidimen-style tents filled the vast plains between Blackgard and Relize. But they were not built by Veidimen—they were built by the men of Argrave’s newly formed standing army. Technically, this force had been in existence for two months. Those two months, however, had been filled by back-breaking training to bring all recruits to a physical standard.

Blackgard, and Dirracha, collected firewood enough to burn for weeks, and made those

were ready down below. That was the number of troops that were to begin proper military training. Argrave remembered the number well, because Elenore had complained countless times about paying this many salaries. Many of these people were working to

tempered their magic supply with House Quadreign’s flame. Parliamentary seats belonging to the Order of the Gray Owl were incentivized to teach prospective talents—if they did so, they’d receive benefits from the expeditionary parties scouring ruins across the kingdom. It was causing something of a boom in the world of magic. Argrave heard nothing but positive news from Diana, Archduchess of

magic or might, men trained to defend their home and kill their enemies down below. They practiced unit tactics, weapons, discipline… but more than discipline, they had fervor. They prepared for Gerechtigkeit, just as Argrave did. And with the Ebon

think they joined the army because they were ignorant of what war was?” Anneliese

Argrave

just know how you think,” she shook her head. “After all this time, I do not think I

I was a hotshot, putting my life on the line to fight Gerechtigkeit. But there’s thousands of people just like me, getting ready

it.” Anneliese stepped closer. “Feeling connected with

fighting for.” Orion pounded his fist against his chest, metal colliding with a harsh

die for me.” Argrave grabbed the parapet, leaning down as

responsibility, so do they wish to tackle it head on. Every man down there has chosen to fight under your

gaze away. “I’ll never be at ease with it.” He walked back towards the stairs. “But instead of moping, I’m going to do something about it before we leave for Veiden.” He paused just before descending. “Let’s visit Vasquer. I want to ask for her

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into the two entrances—three, if the river was to be counted. There was little life up high in the

the perfect housing

and Orion hiked up the mountain without delay, travelling paths that Argrave knew well. Elenore travelled them somewhat frequently, asking things of their distant ancestor on a regular basis. Orion would

shining brightly further back. Vasquer crawled forward, winding around various elevated portions of the mountain with ease. Much

said quietly beneath his breath, reaching his

permeated his mind. It was like a calming tide of exuberance,

contact him again. She urged him to ask Orion to come, next, that she might greet him as well.