Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave stared at two gargantuan metal slabs, craning his neck to see the totality of them. Something that was made to contain magma certainly couldn’t be humble. Cold air emanated from the two of them, and despite the general heat of their surroundings, these metal parts created a neat atmosphere in their vicinity.

To his left, there was Melanie. She looked quite apprehensive about being here, and she toyed with the pommel of her divine weapon—a black, two-handed blade of chitin that had no point. And to his right was Trifon, looking considerably dejected. He had good reason to be—the dwarf knew that Argrave had unearthed some corruption in their Dwarven Senate. That was a source of great shame for any self-respecting dwarf, and if there was even the vaguest possibility it got back to their governing body… both twins would be ruined, forever. A capital punishment would be a light punishment, most simply.

“What will you tell the senate?” Trifon asked quietly, all of his previous boisterous manner lost.

Argrave turned. He tapped the Resonant Pillar on the ground—a staff that looked to be made of jade, two rings on its points. Though he used it as nothing more than walking stick now, this weapon had helped him beat Mozzahr. “What would you like me to tell them?”

Trifon looked at Argrave as though any of his words might be a test from a god. “Well… we were sent to retrieve two who might convey this method of forging dwarven metal, and bring them back. And seeing as that’s what’s done… maybe we can let bygones be bygones?” The dwarf asked hopefully. “I would never forget the pity shown by His Majesty. I would be your humble slave.”

An idea came to mind, and Argrave looked at his companion. “Melanie, he wants us to let bygones be bygones. What do you think about that?” He talked as though the dwarf wasn’t there, just as the twins had done to him some hours ago.

Melanie caught on, and barely kept her smile at bay as she returned her part of the act. “Bygones? They want us to make both of their illustrious careers in the senate bygones? Was that our plan? I can’t remember, Your Majesty. What did we intend to do with them?”

Argrave smiled at her. It hadn’t been easy to break these two dwarves once the truth was out. They resisted their little psychological game for a long time. But once it became clear the Dwarven Senate expected these two to return with two others at tow, it was as easy enough game to rig. To ensure compliance, Kostis, the most annoying of the two, had been detained. That was not an unusual happening for envoys, and was perhaps why two had been sent in the first place.

“It was a stupid thing we did—unforgivable. But I can be of great help to you! I can make sure that everything goes perfectly. I brought you both, but even still, you are strangers in

count for, I wonder?” Argrave grabbed the necklace at his neck. But the dwarf was wrong on one account—he didn’t bring both of them. This necklace contained the Alchemist, so he brought all three of them—seven, if one

brushed the pendant, he heard the Alchemist’s voice pervade his mind. “You

back into the Ravenstone. “We’re waiting for the

heard no response back from the Alchemist. He was certain the man was still pouting—their plan wasn’t entirely to his satisfaction. Things weren’t to Argrave’s satisfaction, either, but change forced this circumstance. According to the twins, shortly after their victory with the Ebon Cult, someone new had come to the dwarven people, carrying with him the vaguest hint of how to forge dwarven metal, and the promise to complete the rest. The only reason that the dwarves had even considered Argrave’s proposal was because this person had not yet completed his work. They hoped to give Argrave and his kingdom a chance, as the desperate circumstances demanded it. Argrave dreaded this mysterious helper might be Traugott—from description, it was no one he knew, just a

and Melanie down. He had deliberated between Anneliese and Melanie as his partner, but ultimately the mercenary’s blessing would prove more useful to them in these caverns, and Anneliese

Senate. Their vast tunnels might be instrumental in securing victory against the Chu. Through them, Argrave had some hope of genuinely reaching the continent

Trifon walked up to the metal slab. “It’s… done, then, Your Majesty. The magma

in demeanor. The dwarf almost seemed sweet in these

the hissing intensified. Argrave felt seismic shifts as the colossal thing whirred and whistled, then the metal gate dropped down quickly while gaining momentum. When it hit the bottom, it rang mightily, bouncing up before settling down. They stepped through

It was not merely a flowing stream—it was a titanic wall slowly closing in. It must’ve been a thousand feet tall. Even from here, Argrave could feel its heat. The marble could,

road. Could we get one at home, you think?”

ask my sister about

He was baffled that they could so completely hide it away, even having seen it before

passed beyond. Argrave had to crouch very low. He was almost certain he would’ve fallen in the attempt without the strength of the divine artifacts coursing

core. And Argrave could not deny that it truly fit the title. The orderly beauty to the marble, the impeccable cleanliness, the towering constructions, all illuminated by the magma piping through the city like blood. And in vague recognition of the city it was inspired from, this city was called Mundi. All roads did indeed lead