Jackal Among Snakes

Mozzahr gazed upon a sleek black structure, still on the shoulders of the Lodestar that he had commandeered. This building that he saw was far removed from any others in these endless cities that Erlebnis named his Annals of the Universe. And that was because it was infinitely more important. It was the vault of the god of knowledge. The bronze golem stepped closer, and he brushed his hand against its surface. He felt nothing moving within, and yet he could sense an ancient and arcane seal all along its surface.

It was powerful, the seal. It was arcane magic bolstered by spirits—divinity—that Mozzahr was well familiar with. But even still, it could be broken. It might take most hands hundreds of years, but he could break through this alone. Even still, he did not come for this vault—he came for Argrave and his mutant subordinate.

Did they lie? Mozzahr questioned. He thought the emissaries would be reasonable and point him in the direction that Argrave had come. They directed him here, to this building, and urged him to kill Argrave and his companions. And yet… nothing.

“You’re here,” came a voice, and Mozzahr whipped his head around to search for it. “Honestly, I was a little skeptical that my friend’s plan would work. But here you came, right where we wanted you to. All we had to do was get in place and pray.”

“Argrave, I presume?” Mozzahr questioned. He was nearly certain that the voice was coming from the vault just ahead of him, and yet he saw no discernible source. “Have you led me into a trap?”

“No trap. Erlebnis might come, but he hasn’t thus far. Maybe he has something else in store for us,” Argrave continued. “Anyway… this big, great mound of metal is Erlebnis’ vault. I was wondering if you were still interested in taking me up on my offer—helping us rob this place.”

Mozzahr jumped down from the bronze golem, and it crumpled as his Emptiness left its body. He looked at where he was certain that the voice was coming from. “To beat a dog, and then expect it to be faithful all the same… you must think little of me.”

“I don’t think you’re a dog. You’re closer to a… I don’t know. A dog backward, maybe.”

It took Mozzahr a moment, but he laughed when he realized what Argrave was driving at. “I am merely mortal, of yet. You reminded me. But given that you talk to me in this strange manner, out of sight… I suspect you know to fear me.”

“Not so pleasant being on the receiving end of the curtain, is it? Still, you broke Melanie’s fingers with a flick of the wrist,” Argrave said. “In the end, I found out that one of my party members is even more dangerous than you, so I guess it doesn’t matter all that much.”

Mozzahr focused on the specific spot where he heard the voice, stepping very close to it. His fingers traced the black metal, wandering it. “Do you goad me even still?”

talk much. You were always behind a curtain, or trying to kill us,”

then,” Mozzahr continued, trying to

light, the shadow, the texture… something about it was out of place compared all else around it. He recalled, then, that somehow their party could bend space. And this place, this area… it stood to reason that this might be a point where they had bent the surroundings to their whim, that their voice

Gerechtigkeit, what you know? There’s so much to be gained. The both of us have come too far to

breach. Then, like a great shockwave, he felt the vibration of his impact echo around the opposite side that Mozzahr stood on, and realized he’d been right—this was a gap in space to another location. Now, he knew their location… and hopefully, the blast he’d

way through,” said Argrave. “Good enough.

to the top of the structure. He was there in an instant, and bounded across the top of it on all four limbs in eager pursuit of where he sensed that his fist had impacted. As he crossed, he felt another tremendous

the air. He collected some of his power back within, then threw himself down to the spot they’d been standing on. There was a huge hole in the arcane seal. One was clearly the result of his blow, but there was a second impact that broke past what little remained. He stepped up to the broken entrance, peering into an empty blackness within

feet. It beckoned him in, inviting his presence… and though he turned and looked back, he already knew that the people he sought had jumped

could enter this place on their own, they would have, Mozzahr reasoned. That spear of theirs must not work within. And moreover, the arcane magic on this seal—it prevents the use of spirits, and of most

resourcefulness, especially in terms of escaping. But within the vault, they wouldn’t be able to use spirits,

reasoned. If he claims that spear, I’m truly without options. But forget options—this is the vault of a god. And these people are here for a

Mozzahr stepped within Erlebnis’

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count of perhaps anyone ever, he elected to go through with the foray into

where they were. He didn’t make it alone—he made certain that each of his companions read the same book that he did, and gained the same knowledge that he

a whole continent to get to

Hause… awakens him

millennia to reinforce his identity as the Alchemist,”

people can change,” Orion

it was their imagination, but the Alchemist seemed genuinely surprised that they had elected to