《Aris Cretu》Chapter 37: Get the Gang Back Together
Advertisement
Aris leaned back before remembering that he was seated on a bench with nothing to lean back against. "It may be worthwhile to start your people moving already Lady Ussi. I expect it would take them at least a few days to pack up and leave. In the meantime, I'll gather what few adventurers I can and we'll look into clearing this Old Temple together. Even If it doesn't turn out to be a viable place to live permanently, it is probably worth exploring at the very least."
Lady Ussi flicked her tongue, "A wisse idea. I'll ssee to getting my people moving, then meet you back here in... three dayss to lead you to the Old Temple."
Aris stood and offered his hand, "we are agreed then. To a better future, for your people and mine."
Lady Ussi took his hand tentatively, "Our purposse is united againsst any and all who dare to break it."
Aris turned to open the door and lead the way out, but Lady Ussi stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. "I do have one question. What wass that ssong in the Old Tongue you ssang a week ago just past ssundown?"
Aris smiled a sad smile, "The Islander."
Lord Wavethunder greeted Aris when he re-entered the main meeting area. "Well, I see you are still breathing, so it must have gone well."
Aris Shrugged, "Both better and worse. It's not just one defector, it’s a whole village. From the sound of things, lady Ussi thinks she can get them all out, which tells me she already cleared out the Branded representatives of the Overlords, including two of her own sons."
Lord Wavethunder held up a hand, "slow down man, you skipped over a few things there. A whole village of defectors? Overlords and Branded?"
Advertisement
Aris scratched the back of his head for a moment. "The Overlords are the heads of the 'core' network, and from the sound of things it's more of a cult than anything else. The Branded are the agents they send out, both as spies and to advise their 'dispersed' cells. Both the snakehead I killed in Chedal and many of the bodies that were examined here were indeed marked by a brand of some sort, acid-burned into their scales or scorched into their flesh, so that part of her story holds up. As for the whole village, I'd guess she was part of a rear-area cell, mostly civilians and artisans, supporting active operations. With at least lady Ussi being disillusioned, and having cleansed the Branded from the ranks of her cell, I think we can count on most of the rest following the same path in time."
Lord Wavethunder grimaced, "I can't argue with more people wanting out from under that kind of theocratic cult, but that is going to complicate things. We'll need to settle them someplace."
Aris flicked a hand, "for the short term, lady Ussi has agreed to move them into the woods here in Trebor. They should be self sufficient until we can settle them down permanently and start to integrate them into Altheim society as a whole. That last part will probably take one of your long elven lifetimes, but I can at least get them started. How did the negotiations go so far?"
Lord Wavethunder shrugged noncommittally, "ongoing, but looking decent. More work for the lawmasters than anything else. I expect the final form of the documents will be worked out by tonight and signed tomorrow. Why?"
"Because I'd like Aflia's help with a different matter in a few days. There's an Old Temple here in the forests of Trebor that, according to lady Ussi, is inhabited by a ‘witch.’ I intend to recon that temple with her assistance to see if I need to take further action or call in heavier support."
Advertisement
Lord Wavethunder shrugged, "It's your ass on the line. If you can wait two days, we can probably get Priestess Little Bird and Acolyte Telena out here as well."
Aris nodded, "That wouldn't be a bad idea."
Status Report:
Treasury: 10000 (after a year of living frugally)
Income: +5 gold per day (semi-retired Agent of Althiem)
Equipment: In good condition.
Estates:
Ikin: Village, Fishing Docks Trebor Convent: Under Construction Four Empty Holdings (may be improved later)
The Ring: obsidian band with one carbuncle gem and two empty settings
Total Deaths:1
Advertisement
- In Serial392 Chapters
Artificial Mind[Old]
This story has been moved to a new page. It can be found here; https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/34948/artificial-mind 7 chapters/week as a minimum. First 3 books finished as of 04-05-2021. AI creation is something that has been on the minds of the people for decades. The concept of artificial minds learning just like us. Maybe even better than us. This idea is something people have strived to make more than conceptual. But, they have failed. Until now. This story will focus on the first few years after the first AI being born. We will see, from different perspectives, it growing up, and what adversaries it will face Fair warning: Slow pacing, bad language, way too many commas, and several mentions of France. Also, I need to warn you that you shouldn't take the content too seriously.
8 91 - In Serial9 Chapters
Whisper of madness
Thanks to an oath, Mana had been forced to become a living cage of the god Miazanoapte. But his sudden awakening after fifty years has ruined the plans of the gods who are now forced to think of a new alternative. Because Mana was pure voratomores, his body was ideal for the god Miazanoapte to steal. That’s why many of the gods decide to kill him immediately, certain that Miazanoapte will never find a living voratomores to steal his body. The first to doubt the decision is the god who found him and delayed his death for a month until the new sorcerers’ competition where Mana had to show what he was capable of. But because a problem will never come on its own, his lack of memories and weaknesses from birth would prevent him from having an easy path. Placed with other human children, some of them natural-born talents, Mana must learn to overcome his disadvantages to earn the right to live.
8 161 - In Serial12 Chapters
Adventures of Branden Balond
Young Branden Balond believes he understands the world. Unexpectedly, he finds himself journeying thousands of miles to find every kind of adventure imaginable. Meeting Dwarves, Elves, Halflings, Goblins, and many creatures even stranger, Branden soon comes to question everything he thought he knew about himself and the wide, wonderful world.
8 70 - In Serial11 Chapters
Wading Through The Dark
There are things in the dark that we do not wish to acknowledge, truths that we wish will go unsaid. But when the moon is out and the veil of night covers the horizon, these things have a habit of seeping out. Do you dare go wading through the darkness to find whatever twisted nightmare lies in wait beneath the fog, or do you wish to sleep tonight?
8 201 - In Serial33 Chapters
The Sagas of Mortaholme
There is only one god and his name is Elduin, Dwarves are stories, magic isn’t real and the northern kingdoms are made up of raiders and the unfaithful. For two thousand years this has been the truth for the people of Alturine, the holy southern empire. For two thousand years, tradition has been leeched away to form a vicious cycle where the rich stay rich and the poor beget more poverty. Only now, when the southern realms of men are at their lowest does darkness leak back to stake its claim. Marius was raised in the northernmost reaches of Alturine under the trees of the Black Forest where remnants of the old kingdoms still linger. He never believed the stories of short mountain men, nor the old fables about mages and dragons. Yet the darkness cares little for belief and faith. He watched as wargs tore his mother and sister asunder, as the undead carried his father into their ranks and as his town was put to the torch and drowned in blood. Rage fuelled and vengeful Marius struck out against the architect of his misery only to be outmatched and left for dead.
8 194 - In Serial28 Chapters
The Captin Of The Football Team
8 112

