《Warrior, Wizard, Demon Queen?》Chapter 78 - In the light of a new morning
Advertisement
We kept watch at the signal fire and the path passing near it until a messenger from Tortho arrived, to let us know that the watchtower had been secured and that there would be no other stragglers trying to make a run for it. There would be no more stragglers at all. The soldiers at the tower were all as dead as the ones that had been stationed here. Even then I didn't leave right away. Instead I only sent the messenger back with an update on the situation at our position, asking the captain to join me here instead once he was done for good over there.
As I waited the stars finally started to fade as the sky above turned blue and the sun finally rose above the horizon far in the east above the lands under the rule of the Council of Kings. I was looking out across them, standing a good distance from where they had gathered the dead of this secondary guard post, to bury them in shallow graves under piles of heavy rocks, as I finally heard steps approaching me. They were the deliberate and deliberately sauntering steps of the dark elf scout captain. By now I was able to tell them apart from most of the others.
I waited for him to join me at this vista and even then I didn't speak right away. “Any losses or other things worth mentioning?” I turned slightly to look over at him. I expected no shocking news on either account. Sure, I couldn't rule out losses but I didn't expect them to be heavy. And the fight as a whole hadn't sounded like he had run into anything too unexpected. He probably hadn't had all that much trouble either. I asked anyway, just to make sure.
He grunted and rolled his shoulders. It looked like he was a little stiff after last night. I could relate. “Two wounded badly enough that they will probably take some time to recover and a handful of others with minor injuries.” He paused briefly and turned to look back at me. “I would like to send the latter back to Caer'zoth with the former. Hopefully at least some of them will be back to full health to rejoin the campaign with a supply caravan or on their own before long or at least before it is all over.”
Advertisement
“Mhm.” That sounded reasonable. Better they get a chance to recover properly now, even if their injuries weren't all that bad. “Make it so.” That wasn't all that was on my mind though. “What about the soldiers they had stationed here? What about their supplies? Will we have to expect a supply caravan of theirs to arrive anytime soon?”
He pondered my questions in silence for a moment or two before he answered. “The soldiers were a mix of the young and the old. Some of the former had no business pretending to be soldiers, to be honest. Too young. No fighting experience. Not much else either. It was the old ones that gave us the most trouble. But even hard earned experience can only make up for the passage of so many years.” He shook his head. “They probably were the ones they didn't want to have along for their raid. As for their supplies, they still had enough at the tower to last them a few days. Maybe more. I don't expect any more to arrive before our army can get here.”
He stretched from head to toes once and sat down on a rock to soak up some of the morning sun. He wasn't done yet. “I'm a little worried about their dead though. We stripped them of any iron worth mentioning, gathering it. It isn't much but I wouldn't let it go to waste anyway. The bodies though … we can't dig proper graves up here. They might attract carrion eaters soon.”
I could understand why that might trouble him. Carrion eaters like vultures or ravens circling above the pass in large flocks would give away what happened here as surely as any signal fire. I pointed towards the other end of the pass, the one descending into our lands, with my glaive. “Have the bodies dumped down a cliff facing out lands if you find no other way. Any carrion birds circling over there shouldn't be visible from human held lands.”
Advertisement
He didn't look terribly comfortable with the idea but accepted it with a nod anyway. “I'll see it done. Anything else? Shall I send back what little loot we gathered so far with the wounded?”
“If they can carry it? Yes. Otherwise store it in the tower for the time being. Loot is nice but we can't let it slow us down. Not yet anyway.” Time still was of the essence after all. “Send a message back with the wounded as well. Or send one of the harpies ahead with it if you can part with one for the time being. I want the army to move up to the pass.”
He didn't move himself. Instead one of his rangers who had stopped a little distance away, but still well within earshot got moving. “Consider it done. What about the pass itself then? We will secure it until the army is here. But what about the time after?”
That was an important question. “Yes, we will secure it for now. We will use the tower.” I pointed back up at the ridge. “I want some sharp eyes back up there day and night as well though.” That wouldn't be a pleasant assignment. Not unless some semi permanent shelter like the rock hut here was constructed. The wind and the cold of night were worse up there, especially without any fires and the possibility to warm up by moving about. Bedrolls and a well camouflaged tent weighed down by rocks would be the bare minimum.
The seasoned scout seemed to agree with me though. “We can get a few archers up the other ridge as well. Together they should be capable of covering much of the pass and more eyes are always better than fewer.”
I snorted amused. “That is what we will do then. Once the army is here the trolls and giants might be able to improve the tower a little. Maybe with a wall blocking off most of the pass. I don't want to waste too much time on it though. We will leave a small garrison here to secure our supply line.” I turned to face back eastwards, the direction we would be heading once the army had caught up with us. “Our prize awaits somewhere down there, even if these lands don't look like much.” I could see a few smoke columns but none of them hinted at a village even remotely comparable to Caer'zoth or any larger settlement.
The dark elf captain let his gaze wander as well. “Yeah, it really doesn't look like much but maybe they will surprise us?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I'm not sure I want to see any surprises down there. I'm really not sure.”
Advertisement
- In Serial6 Chapters
Vast Asleep
The story of Kingard the Binder in the aftermath of Broken This short story is the epilogue of Broken, the second book of the Chronicles of Mother's Gate series. It’s a great follow-up to the novel, a bonus story that adds extra layers but is set apart from the full-length narrative. Vast Asleep follows the story of Kingard, who finds himself caught in a world called Mother's realm, bathed in glowing light but strangely stuck in place. He encounters his greatson Varyan there, and learns that his experiences are likely dreams. As he grows more accustomed to the loving realm around him, Kingard remembers fear and trepidation about the face of the world, and he loses contact with his companion. This story answers the question, Is Kingard really dead? with a tentative no, and new mysteries brewing. It also raises the question, What's happening while he's awake? and includes an excerpt from the sister story Ride Awake, about Kingard's situation with the Colkh'rak. Praise for Tales of the Known World Bookends: Loved it. The difference between the two stories is great! The difference between the epilogue and prologue is astounding. So much light and love in the first story. You feel safe reading it. Healing. The second, so much darkness, pain and despair. The choice of vocabulary is awesome and makes an impact. And this set of short stories ties the two books together so well. -- Dana V. of Texas ★★★★★
8 167 - In Serial62 Chapters
BODY&SHADOW
AN ILLUSTRATED NOVEL • UPDATES TUESDAY AND FRIDAY In a time before living memory, the King Dragon of the Void watched the world and realized there was a crack. He realized that humanity was destroying the rock upon which they lived; they leaked life’s code into the churning chaos. At first the change was imperceptible: nanites overtook microorganisms, bacteria, viruses, amoebas. Insects became increasingly inorganic; birds and lizards followed soon after. Even humans were infected by their own advances, cell by cell, till there was not a person left on earth who wasn’t at least part synthetic, the product of a prior generation’s carelessness. The world’s population was ravaged by mechanical viruses with no vaccines; they were mercilessly overtaken by bacteria that knew no death. Soon, most of the planet was empty and only a handful remained who remembered the hedonist realm they came from; only a few were left who remembered what the world looked like when their buildings touched the sky. The King Dragon of the Void watched the rock turn. He watched humans cower as the Old World fell down around them; watched their great monuments crumble into dusty ruins; watched their codes become precious, ancient gem memories forged under the crushing pressure of so many fallen stones. The world has spun many times around the sun since chaos swallowed man whole. It is a simpler time than the one that died out, but the people now are not immune to the folly of the people before. There is old code everywhere: in the water, in the air, in the trees. The heart of man has been replaced by power cores, many of which are hard-coded with preternatural abilities—when they die, an esoteric mountain sect collects their cores and stores them in their hollow mountain home to preserve the sanctity and dignity of human death. They’ve learned to harness artifacts of the old world, gemstones full of codes their nanite infused bodies can parse as spells imbuing their users with great power; they inlay them into their bodies, into their skins, connected to their cores by copper conduit and gold tracers; they dress themselves in tattoos to advertise their prowess; they battle for relics in arenas, fight for them in the open world wherever they are found. The King Dragon of the Void watches the rock turn and wonders: when will this hunger finally make the rock stop spinning? WELCOME TO FANXING CITY … Twenty-five years ago, Fanxing City and the surrounding lands were commanded by the mad King Zao Beiguan. For many years, the King hoarded wealth, artifacts, food; he demanded tribute from a people already taxed to the edges of their existence and expected they be happy with their circumstances. Noncompliance was often punished harshly, bodies displayed proudly on Fanxing’s streets as a warning, from the city gates to the Zao palace’s golden doors. The youths of several prominent clans came together to overthrow the tyrant and made names for themselves as legendary heroes across the land: Tian, Ren, Feng, Gui, Ma, and Zhenxi. Even wanderers from the Luanshi sect descended from Yunji mountain to aid the rebellion. When the dust settled after three years, Tian Yunyong ascended the throne of Fanxing and swore to honour his slain father’s memory, and has maintained Fanxing’s peace with generosity and mercy where fear and cruelty once reigned.
8 87 - In Serial79 Chapters
Feed the EGO
In a world where everyone lives an everyday life, some have mastered the art of spirit manifestation. Separated from society is a school where kids with the talent to manifest these superpowers go. But the school holds secrets many seek. After the arrival of some new kids, the atmosphere becomes more chaotic. Mirik is a student of this abnormal school who finds out that his uncle died at the hands of an organization. This sets him on a revenge spree. But his path is a one full of thorns and difficulties. ..................................................................................
8 202 - In Serial8 Chapters
Realm of Noria [LitRPG series. Book 2. The Life]
You're a slave and an assassin on a short leash. You need to complete the last task to break the shackles. Freedom's so close and so far at the same time. If only you knew what consequences would wait for you ahead...
8 66 - In Serial13 Chapters
Field Trip
To Meilin it was just a normal day, the day of her school trip. It should be something to be excited about and indeed she was, unfortunately it turned into a nightmare. Will she, her family and friends survive the horrors that await? This is my first novel so take it with a grain of salt, criticism welcome.
8 171 - In Serial61 Chapters
the shire is burning [eddie munson x OC]
Willow Jenkins is in love with Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington is still in love with Nancy Wheeler.What happens when Willow proposes a deal to Eddie Munson he can't refuse?(fake dating slowburn, updates every wednesday & sunday! cross-posted on ao3)
8 244

