Delver Magic
Book III

Balance of Fate


Jeff Inlo



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By Jeff Inlo

Fantasy:
Delver Magic Book I – Sanctum’s Breach
Delver Magic Book II – Throne of Vengeance
Delver Magic Book III – Balance of Fate
Delver Magic Book IV – Nightmare's Shadow
Delver Magic Book V (Summer 2012)

Spiritual Thriller:
Soul View
Soul Chase
When Do I See God? (by Jeff Ianniello)

Science Fiction:
Alien Cradle

Humor:
Counterproductive Man




Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
 



For Joan, thanks for being my destiny!!




Once again, I would like to offer my sincere thanks to Christine Bell for sticking with this series and doing more than I could possibly imagine.  

I also would like to thank all of those wonderful people that have sent me notes regarding my books. It is the encouraging words from these kind readers that have inspired me to keep writing.




Chapter 1

     “I wonder what spell could possibly be cast that would allow an ordinary person to mimic your skills. Watching you is almost beyond belief.”
     Ryson Acumen shook his head and replied with a laugh. “This said by a wizard that is right now flying over my head.”
     Indeed, Enin was quite literally flying just above the tree tops, but the delver’s response was lost on the wizard. Swooping and gliding through the air, Enin continued to peer through the leafless branches as he studied the delver from nearly every angle. Trying to categorize Ryson’s movements and match them to a potential spell, however, proved much more difficult than flying and even more elusive than the cold wind that blew through the clear blue skies of this day. Watching the delver closely, the wizard marveled at how Ryson could leap, run, twist and turn—basically dance without rest or pause—through, over and under the myriad of obstacles the forest presented.
     As he often did, Enin began to speak out loud, more to himself than anyone else, as he considered the purpose of his desire. 
     “So many different aspects, even animal tendencies, I see perfect qualities of nature within you. You move with the grace of so many different animals at once, it would be almost impossible for me to try and match your powers with any spell, or even series of spells, that might match the particular skills of a single animal. I mean really, you move like a cat but without the predatory aim. You dart about like a fish in the sea, but without the haphazard defensive response.”
     “Sounds like a catfish,” Ryson offered playfully.
     The wizard ignored him. “And it’s not just simulating the advantages of different animals, it goes well beyond that. There’s definitely an instinctive quality in the way you move, instinctive like a horse that gallops effortlessly just because it can. And it goes beyond animal instinct, you have the very essence of nature within you. You have a quality of the wind about you. Your movements flow steadily yet you can change directions with ease. The problem is you don’t swirl, that means a wind definition would be very difficult. No, wind movement wouldn’t work. Shame actually. The problem is compounded by the fact that you create very little heat which amazes me to this moment, so I wouldn’t even begin to know how to add an element of fire for lift. The power that allows you to move the way you do seems to be beyond the normal elements of nature.”
     Enin willed himself forward at a greater pace. He was having a difficult time keeping up with the delver at these speeds even though his path was clear of all obstacles while Ryson faced a continuous barrage of trees and underbrush that filled Dark Spruce Forest. Still, Enin remained focused on his spell considerations and his desire to match Ryson’s speed forced him forward at a faster pace.
     “There are so many different facets to magical energies—wind, fire, water, air, shadow, illusion, light—I find it amazing to see so many close connections with your abilities, yet I still can’t define with accuracy even one component. I believe there is definitely an inherent connection to the land, but it’s even harder for me to pinpoint that one. Some science-loving egghead once told me about magnetism and how it might help explain the magical energies. Well, this man’s ramblings went on and on with no clear point but—.”
     “Not like yours, of course,” Ryson chuckled to himself.
     Enin ignored the implication. “The point is he just didn’t want to admit that magic existed, which kind of threw his whole perspective out of balance. I mean really, how can you deny that magic exists when you are staring into the face of a mountain shag or a river rogue? While his overall theory was truly absurd, he did have some interesting points. I always have to keep in mind that the physical world does intertwine with the magical energies. It wouldn’t surprise me if somehow or other the idea of magnetism is somehow linked with your powers. The land has its own magical properties and they seem to be present in you as well.”
     Ryson did not stop moving, but he did call out louder this time with the obvious intention of being heard. He found this consideration interesting and didn’t want the wizard to dismiss his question. “You’ve said that word before when you analyzed me, powers. Sounds to me as if you think I’m using magic like you do. Is that what you think?”
     “Like me?” the wizard sounded almost baffled at first. “No, no, no—not like me at all.” With that said, the wizard floated down into the trees and closer to ground level so that he could carry on this new conversation more personally. He continued to fly as it was the best way he could keep up with the delver, but he felt the discussion at hand was now more sensitive and he felt the need to be closer to Ryson before he spoke. “One of the most amazing things about the magic is how differently it affects each one of us as well as each race. You know what is most amazing about the delvers?”
     “Enlighten me.”
     “You don’t use the magic, you are the magic.”
     Ryson raised an eyebrow at the wizard. “Come again? I am the magic? I have no idea what that means.” The delver continued moving, albeit at a much slower pace to accommodate the wizard that now had to navigate through the trees as well. Ryson didn’t want to move too far away from Enin mostly because he wanted to hear this explanation. 
     The wizard heaved a heavy breath as he tried to place his words in a context that Ryson could understand. He didn’t feel he had to speak down to the delver, but there was a lack of equal reference points. He understood magic in ways almost no one else in the land could. For him to speak of magic to another, it was almost like explaining music to someone totally tone deaf. He grabbed on the story of legend that ended up being so consequential to Ryson and the return of magic to Uton. 
     “When Ingar made that sphere of his,” Enin began, “it was supposed to remove all the magical energy in the land. It did, but only that energy that was free. It could not remove energy that was kept internally. That’s why magic casters were afraid to cast spells after the sphere was created. Once they let it out of their being, it was free to be absorbed by the sphere. Magic that is held to, or stored within, was safe from the sphere as long as it is not cast free. You follow this logic, yes?”
     “Yes.”
     “Very good. Keeping with that thought, you should be able to follow that magic is absorbed in different ways by different creatures. Some can store great quantities, some are incapable of storing any at all. Some are very susceptible to spells, and others are very resistant. These qualities can vary greatly in degree. For whatever reason, I was given the gift to do more than just store and use magical energy. I have a very deep and personal connection to it. I can store vast amounts internally and I can draw energies from various sources from great distances.”
     “Won’t argue that,” Ryson allowed. “Doesn’t answer the question, though, which is what does that have to do with me?”
     “Not just you, all delvers. You don’t store the magic to use it. You don’t absorb it from the land, sea and air. Well, I shouldn’t say that, that’s not exactly true. You have the ability to be a magic caster, I’ve told you that before. You could use the magic in spells, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the abilities that make you a delver, those qualities that set you apart from other races. Didn’t you ever really stop to think about how you can do the things you do? It’s magical power, but you don’t cast it. You are born with it. The magic is a very part of you, like your skin.”
     “You’re kidding right?”
     “How else would you explain the way you move, how you can travel so far so fast and without tiring the way no one else in the land can?”
     “Elves can move pretty quickly,” Ryson offered.
     “You and I both know an elf is no match for a delver in what we’re talking about.”
     “But elves are quicker than dwarves and humans.”
     “Indeed they are, and the magic affects them differently as well.” Enin shook his head as if flustered. He was not making his point as well as he wished. “To a degree, you are right. Elves are also born with the magic within them. That is why elves can do the things they do. They move lightly and quickly, see for great distances, so yes, you are right. I shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss that. Elves are born with the magic, but not quite like delvers, not to the same extent, that’s what I meant. Delvers are born with a great deal of magical energy inherent in their bodies. It doesn’t have to be used as spells, but it gives you certain powers—ah abilities.”
     Ryson frowned for a moment as he continued through his own path in the forest. “If all this is true, then why didn’t the sphere wipe out the elves and the delvers when it was created by Ingar? I’m not talking about the poison that was killing the elves. I’m talking about making the magic disappear. Dark creatures disappeared. Magic-casters disappeared. Why didn’t the delvers and the elves all cease to exist when the sphere captured all the magic and was buried in Sanctum?”
     “It’s like I said,” Enin answered, “the sphere could only capture free magic and it captured every shred of free magic it could. The magic that is within delvers, and to a lesser extent within elves, is never free. It is created at your birth and stays within you at all times. Dark creatures need free magic in the air to remain in this realm. Magic-casters need to capture and absorb magic to continue casting spells. Delvers and elves don’t need magic free across the land to exist in this realm, but that doesn’t mean the magic isn’t part of them.”
     “So you’re saying I’m a magical being.”
     “That is exactly what I’m saying and exactly why I’m trying to determine if I could cast a spell that would allow a non-delver to move as a delver.”
     “You want to duplicate me?”
     “Not you,” Enin explained, “just your powers. Now where was I?” The wizard floated back up to a higher level to watch the delver move from a different perspective without having to worry about crashing into a tree. He began speaking about spells again as if he never departed from his earlier thoughts. “You flow like water, but even that’s not a fair assessment. Water is fluid and thus its movements tend to be loose in scope and direction. Still, when you splash water, droplets can dart in well defined paths. If I were to include water qualities in the spell, it would have to be that of a well defined stream as opposed to a massive wave. Perhaps more ice than water.”
     Enin suddenly grumbled with frustration. “This is most perplexing. I believe I can easily simulate part of the things you do with one spell, but that would represent only a small portion of your delver qualities. I could give someone speed, and maybe stamina, but not the same grace. I could give balance and athleticism but not the same awareness of the surroundings. No, to duplicate your abilities with any degree of accuracy, it would require a series of spells and most likely they would have the effect of canceling each other out.”
     “I guess if you need the skills of a delver, you’ll just have to call on me. Just won’t be able to conjure one up by waving your hand over some bug or something. Shame.”
     “It is indeed a shame. Your movements are quite extraordinary. To duplicate them would allow for transportation methods that might be unheard of. Imagine if we could give a team of horses the movement capabilities of a delver. Think of it.”
     “I think I’d rather fly,” Ryson responded.
     Enin shook his head strenuously. “Horses flying? No, that would not be a good thing.”
     “Not the horses. Me. I’ve watched you cast that flying spell and I’ve always been envious.”
     “The way you move and you are envious of me?” the wizard asked revealing a great deal of surprise.
     “You can fly, so yes I am. I always wondered why you don’t cast that spell on others. You know, you could allow some of the guard at Burbon to fly around on patrol. They could scout the area better.”
     “I can’t cast it on someone else. It’s purely a matter of control. The spell is almost constantly and instantaneously altered with my own thoughts and movements. It has to be. If I cast it on someone else, the results would be disastrous. Now I can make you float, and I can move you from one area to another by levitating you, as long as you don’t resist me, but I can’t give you the same power of flight that I have right now. As I said, the spell requires constant and instantaneous updating. The moment you wanted to move in a new direction and the spell wasn’t corrected properly for that desire, you’d probably end up rocketing beyond the horizon.”
     “That would be bad.”
     “Indeed, like horses flying,” Enin added.
     Ryson shrugged. “Ok, so I can’t fly, doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
     “But you can fly.” The wizard offered without a hint of doubt. “Not with a flying spell like I do, but if you want to experience the sensation of flying, that can be done under your own power.”
     Ryson pulled to a slow stop. “Explain that one to me. You’re telling me I can fly? Like a bird?”
     “Almost exactly like a bird, and I can show you as long as you understand you must adjust your perception.”
     “Once more, explain please.”
     Enin looked about the landscape over the trees. He quickly spotted an area that suited his purpose. He pointed in that direction as he called down to the delver.
     “Ok, I need to move you to open ground. There is a nice area over to the Southwest. Do you want to run there or should I levitate you there?”
     “I’ll get there myself,” Ryson stated with certainty. “When you levitate me, I always feel like I’m about to be dropped on my head.”
     “Hmmph. I would only drop you if you resist me. I could transport a hundred people or more at once if I had to, as long as they just allowed me to move them. Nobody likes being moved, though, and they always complain. They start fighting it and then they start falling. It’s not me, it’s them.”
     “I’ll meet you there,” Ryson stated with a degree of finality.
     “Fine.”
     Ryson took off in a blur and stopped in the middle of a clearing. He looked over the level ground that extended on a wide path beyond the edge of a nearby stream. He realized it was a flood plain which would explain the lack of trees in this localized area. The ground was hard, mostly frozen from the colder night temperatures. A few areas thawed slightly from the midday sun, but even these patches remained firm. For the most part, the ground was comprised of matted down, dormant high grass. Several rocks littered the area, but not enough to worry about.
     Enin flew into the clearing and down closer to the delver as there were no longer any trees to impede his path. “Now first, you have to remove all expectations of what you think flying will be like. Can you do that?”
     “I can try.”
     “Well, try hard. Next, survey the surroundings so you have a good idea of what you are going to be running over.”
     “I thought I was going to be flying, not running.”
     Enin sighed in exasperation. “You’re not trying very hard.”
     “Oh, sorry. Anyway, I already gave the ground a once over. Looks clear to me.”
     “Excellent. Now, I need you to set yourself up at one end of the clearing so you have the entire expanse available for one straight run. Move over to the far northern border of this clearing and face south.”
     The delver complied with a blur of motion and within a heartbeat stood at the far northern end of the clearing, facing south toward its full expanse.
     Enin shouted even though the delver’s keen hearing would have allowed him to hear Enin whisper from even this greater distance. “I’m going to cast a wind spell, a small one. It will only create a constant rush of air that will flow into your face. I’m doing that not to give you extra lift or anything like that, so don’t try to float on the breeze. I just want to make sure you have the sensation of wind in your face. After I cast the spell, I want you to run into the wind, but not like a delver. I want you to run with long bounding strides that send you as much upward as they do forward. I want you to run with timing as well, one…two…three… at that pace. It has to be slow, smooth and steady. Do you understand?”
     Ryson nodded.
     “While you run, I want you to put your arms out to the side. Don’t flap them or anything silly like that. You’re not a bird, so don’t act like one. Simply hold them up, but beyond that, keep them as relaxed as possible. Ready?”
     Ryson nodded again.
     With that, Enin flicked his wrists and two perfect circles of white energy appeared at his palms. He whispered a few inaudible words and pressed his hands outward. The two circles of energy flowed out toward the delver, collapsing into the air as a stiff breeze now pushed forward in their place.
     When Ryson felt the flow of air, he did as the wizard asked. He ran due south directly into the wind. His legs pressed him both forward and upward in what appeared to be a slow dash of one leap after another. He stretched his arms out to his sides, but kept his muscles relaxed. As he continued through the clearing, he waited to be lifted high up into the air. To his disappointment, he never left the ground. When he reached the boundary of trees at the far end of the clearing, he turned back to Enin.
     “What went wrong?”
     “Nothing went wrong, that is to say, nothing beyond your perception of what was to happen. You expected to be soaring above the trees like a bird, yes?”
     “Yes.”
     “I didn’t say you had the power to soar above the trees, I said you had the power within you to realize the sensation of flying. If you consider what you just did, and what a bird does, you’d realize that you felt what it’s like for a bird to fly. A bird must flap its wings to gain lift and momentum. As it lifts in the air, it can soar for distances without flapping its wings, but it still must work to some extent to remain airborne for any length of time. Instead of flapping wings, you propelled yourself with your legs. You left the ground and remained in the air until you came back to the ground and then propelled yourself up once more. It’s the same concept as flying only in shorter bursts and lower to the ground.”
     “Well, that’s disappointing to say the least,” Ryson stated with a dissatisfied tone.
     “Disappointing? Nonsense. As far as sensation goes, it is all the same. Perception, that’s all that’s different, but you can change your perception. With the wind in your face and your legs pressing you forward, you feel what the bird feels. As that same wind rushes past your ears, you hear what the bird hears. As you look to your left and right and see the landscape pass you by, you see what the bird sees. If instead of the clearing you ran through the trees, you would know what it’s like for a bird to soar through branches. Perception! Focus on it. Understand that what you are doing is no different then what the bird is doing. The bird is simply lighter so it can stay off the ground longer. It can beat its wings against the air while you must press your feet against the ground, but in those moments that your feet have propelled you off the ground and into the air, you are truly in flight. It may only be for scant moments, but for those moments, as brief as they are, you are as the bird. Perception.”
     Ryson frowned.
     Enin, however, would not give up. “Give it a try one more time and free your mind of your expectations as I first asked of you. Feel the wind in your face and look about you all at once. When you leave the ground, focus on that very instant—not on what will happen next, not on the fact that you will eventually land, but on that instant that you are in midair. When you think too far in the future, even a mere instant in the future, you know you will fall to the ground. If, however, you can focus on a single instant in the present, then you will not care about what will happen next. You will only know what is happening now. You are in the air, you are moving, thus you are flying!” 
     “Alright, I’ll give it a try. It’s just not what I expected.” With that Ryson turned and took off once more. He concentrated on the moments he was in the air. He felt the wind in his face and across his outstretched arms. At the very moment he was at the peak of his elevation off the ground, he finally began to realize what Enin was saying. He was airborne. He was moving forward. He was, in a fashion, flying.
     Enin smiled from a distance and cast another quick spell. This time the air did not move, but the space around the delver shimmered ever so slightly. The delver appeared to be caught in suspended animation, but only for a moment. The shimmering effect quickly dissolved and Ryson again was moving as normal.
     “Whoa!” the delver shouted. “What did you just do?”
     The wizard smiled broadly. “Let’s see, how would I describe it? It was kind of a floating dimension spell, no, actually more like I suspended time around you. Well, that’s not really it either, because time always marches on. However, you know when an important event is about to happen and everything sort of slows down around you? Well, that’s what I did for you. That way you could really appreciate that moment you were gliding across the air, flying if you will.”
     “Seemed like I was flying forever there for a moment,” Ryson replied almost gleefully as he turned and raced back toward the wizard.
     “Barely a few moments, actually, but in your mind those moments were extended. You were able to think and react and even move as if everything else around you was placed in a state of slower motion.”
     “Thank you very much, that was more of what I expected. It really did feel like I was flying.”
     “Only because you allowed yourself to perceive beyond what you thought you knew. When I saw that, I knew you were ready to experience the sensation.”
     With those words, Ryson suddenly stopped in his tracks. He stood stone still as his eyes narrowed and his chin lifted slightly into the air.
     The delver’s reaction was not lost upon the wizard and Enin immediately tried to gain Ryson’s attention. “Can I ask why you are doing that? Well, I know why you’re doing that, you’re sensing something. That’s obvious, but what is it that you think you’re sensing? Can you describe it?”
     At first Ryson appeared to ignore the wizard, he continued to tilt his head from one side then to the other. His eyes would not fix on anything in the distance and he did not bother to sniff the wind. Instead, he simply moved his head slowly about as if the skin on his face could catch something very elusive in the breeze, like a single strand of a spider web caught on his brow. Finally, he spoke without looking toward Enin, without looking toward anything at all.
     “I don’t know… I really don’t. It’s something magical, that’s about all I can say for sure.”
     Enin began to question Ryson further, but caught himself and stopped. He grunted about something inaudibly until he finally spoke with almost guarded words. “I’ve seen you like this before over the past few days. The fact that you say it’s magical is a serious consideration. I’m most curious about what you think is the source of this sensation.”
     “I don’t know what to tell you,” Ryson offered. “Ever since the sphere was destroyed, I’ve always felt the magic. It was new to the land, basically it still is. It seems to be everywhere and sensing it is a feeling I am getting used to, but this isn’t quite the same. It’s powerful—powerful but deceptive. Sometimes I think its hiding, then again I find that hard to believe. I actually believe that whatever it is, it knows I can sense it right now. Still, it doesn’t care; doesn’t try to mask itself beyond whatever it’s doing to keep in secret as it is. I know that doesn’t make sense.”
     “No, that I can understand. Keep going. What else do you feel?”
     “Well, what I feel is difficult to put into words. Dry. That’s what comes to mind. Not dry like the desert or dry like thirsty, but still dry. At first I was going to say dread, but that’s not really it. When you dread something, you know it’s coming and you hope it doesn’t. Dread is heavy, suppressing. This isn’t the same. This is more empty than heavy, but then again empty doesn’t quite explain it either. I keep coming back to dry.”
     “I see.” Enin wanted to ask more, but his own attention was quickly pulled in another direction. With a distinct mutter of dissatisfaction, he quickly turned and peered with great intent to the Northeast. He lifted his left hand above his shoulder and flicked his fingers in an odd fashion. Immediately, two snow white circles again danced about his left hand. They slipped off his fingers into midair, crashed together in an almost powdery explosion, and disappeared leaving behind a small distortion in the air. Enin focused deeply into this fist-sized mass of twisted, blurry air.
     “Sazar!” he said bluntly. “Must be. Too many creatures to be anyone else this close. Goblins, a good many of them, a river rogue, a couple of shags, maybe even more than two, hard to say, a hook hawk, even a rock beetle. Has to be Sazar.”
     Ryson spoke out with an even but commanding tone. He wanted to be heard by the wizard and he wanted an immediate answer.
     “Where?”
     “Pinesway.”
     “You’re sure?”
     “Without a doubt. I’ve cast several web spells near areas that might give us advanced warning of any movement that might affect Burbon. Pinesway always offered itself as a staging area for some unpleasant creatures. That’s why most of the people abandoned it. One of the web spells I cast there just sent me a warning. I just cast a sight spell to connect to it and other web spells I placed in the area. I can see the creatures I described to you. They are swarming over the town.”
     A vision of the monsters raiding Pinesway crashed into Ryson’s thoughts. He didn’t like what he envisioned. “Can we help?”
     “We’d never reach the few that are left in time. The town is mostly deserted, thank Godson. Those that remain will either escape safely or meet their fate. There’s nothing we can do.”
     “Nothing at all?”
     Enin grimaced. “No. I’m sorry.”
     Ryson’s hands fell to his sides in clenched fists. “I’m really beginning to hate that serp.”
     Enin heaved another heavy sigh as the bubble of distortion faded before him. “I think we should get back to Burbon. I need to tell Sy what I’ve seen. I doubt it will be a threat to us at this instant, but he needs to know. I must ask that you allow me to move us both together. If you wanted to, you can run faster than I can fly, but I’m not just going to levitate. I’m going to—hmmmm, how should I say it? The egghead that liked science might state that I was bending space. If that helps you understand, then I’ll leave it at that. In essence, I’m going to reduce the distance we have to travel, but we have to move together.”
     “Whatever you have to do,” Ryson allowed.



Chapter 2

     Intermittent screams of fear and pain echoed through the shadowed alleys of Pinesway. Tall grass and abandoned carts muffled the sounds in spots, but there was little else to cover the sporadic sounds of panic. There was no alarm, no shouts of militia, no bark of guard dogs—no sound of any organized resistance whatsoever. It was during broad daylight, yet there were no markets full of suddenly panicked shoppers, no offices filled with curious clerks, and no stalls busy with concerned laborers. As the few but unmistakable sounds of sheer terror initially blistered through the streets, a light breeze scattered dust across the empty roads, very little of anything else stirred.
     The bulk of Pinesway’s residents abandoned the town immediately after the very first goblin raid. Those that remained after the initial raid quickly realized that their lack of numbers now made them an even greater target. When a river rogue staked a territorial claim at the town’s northwestern edge and shags started making frequent appearances to the south, even the hardy homesteaders that needed little to scratch a living decided to leave as well. When the dormant season took hold of the small town, the resident population was mostly made up of vagrants, petty bandits, opportunistic thieves, homeless wanderers, and a handful of stubborn citizens that refused to leave their homes for any reason.
     Joel Portsmith was a citizen of the latter. He was considered an old cantankerous man by his neighbors before the magic returned to Uton. He didn’t care. He didn’t particularly like people. He worked his whole life at the docks of towns along the western shores. He saved his money, found a woman that could stand him enough to marry him, and the two of them eventually moved inland, away from the ocean he never truly cared for. He built his house with his own hands, and then served as a volunteer in the town’s militia as a way to defend his home. His woman was killed in that first goblin raid. He buried her in his backyard when others loaded their carts to run for Connel or some other larger city. He wouldn’t run—he would stay, no matter what.
     Joel let the exterior of his own home appear to be as abandoned as those around it. He broke boards with nails in them and scattered them around the porch. He didn’t plan to sit out there as a target for a goblin arrow, so why should he care if the new decorations made the porch more of a hazard than a pleasant place to relax. He broke the front gate in a locked position so it was near impossible to move. Only he knew that the section of fence two posts down to the left could swing open for easy entry. He let the weeds and grass grow long, nailed shut the windows, and threw broken glass about the front walk. He pulled the shutters closed and nailed them in place. He left the front door barred from the inside and out. A walk-down basement door was sufficient for his use, so the loss of the front entrance was inconsequential. 
     From the street, his house looked dark, decaying and long devoid of any real care, as if it had been the town eyesore even before the other residents abandoned their homes. And that was exactly what he wanted. A clean, well-kept looking house was an invitation to other less desirable visitors to this town, visitors he had no desire to entertain. Let the vagrants and bandits choose another home to camp in.
     Inside, however, the house was clean and simply organized. He had everything he needed to survive—warm clothes, utensils, blankets, comfortable places to sit and sleep, as well as a few diversions such as books, wood carving tools, and a spy glass to keep an eye on the surrounding streets. Those supplies he would run out of over time—food, water, and wood for a fire in a small stove that he would only burn at night—these items he could collect easily from other abandoned buildings in town or from the nearby forest. Since he didn’t mind being alone, he was content to stay and live with the threat of river rogues, shags, and goblin raids.
     It was from inside his house that he heard the first indications of the current unrest. He immediately knew that something very odd was going on outside. He had grown aware of certain sounds, learned to listen for hints of dark creatures and how these noises differed from a brigand fight or the mugging of a hapless wanderer. The current commotion clearly indicated a goblin attack even though the sun was now shining bright and goblins usually used the cover of darkness. This in itself perplexed Joel, but more ominous was the combination of additional noises that indicated something much more than a goblin raid was occurring outside his door.
     The shrieking caw of a hook hawk flying overhead could not be dismissed at any time of day. The fact that it mixed in with the guttural rants of goblins nearby made Joel cringe. During previous days to pass the time, he had watched hook hawks from afar. He learned that these flying nightmares particularly enjoyed snacking on goblins, thus goblins usually scattered when one was nearby. For whatever reason, they were not scattering now.
     The sounds he could currently make out from the goblins in the distance were not the fearful squeals of disorganized panic as he would expect, but more of war shouts, and these sounded as if they extended all around the town. That also confused Joel. Goblins usually ran in, quickly took what they deemed important, and then ran out. They didn’t take time to whoop and holler. Mixed in with these indiscernible ravings, Joel could make out the screams of humans. It almost sounded as if the goblins were actually targeting the thieves that nested in this otherwise deserted place. Shrieks from these hunted victims continued to grow and Joel began to wonder just what he was up against.
     Through past experience, he knew enough when to sit tight and when to move out. It all depended on the situation and the enemy. Human bandits and thieves that entered the town with the intent to stir up trouble wouldn’t go house to house looking for valuables, they were too lazy. They normally appraised targets from the outside. They looked for sizable warehouses or fancy large houses with grand ornamentation, thus his home was always ignored. Goblins, however, weren’t as picky. 
     With goblins, Joel could never be completely sure of their intentions. He watched them in darkness on several different occasions to assess their tactics. For the most part, he could predict their movements once he figured out what they really wanted. If they were just eyeing some finished wood or a cart, they would just take what they wanted and leave. If they were in search of weapons or tools, they would seek larger buildings, enter, and ransack the place. Every now and then, however, they would also enter ordinary residences and come out with blankets, clothes, and even drawers full of useless junk—as if the piles of worthless scrap actually held some true value. These particular raids were the most worrisome for Joel, because if Goblins simply wanted to collect odds and ends, they might enter his house if they happened to turn up his street. These were the times Joel would not allow himself to be caught trapped inside with no way of escape. 
     The problem Joel now faced was that he simply could not fathom exactly what was going on outside from the confusing sounds he was hearing. People were dying, of that he was sure. That disturbed him as he never encountered the goblins actively hunting down the remaining residents of Pinesway. Shags and the river rogue did their share of hunting, but not when a hook hawk was screeching above in the day-lit sky.
     Joel peered out a broken slit in an upstairs shutter with his spyscope hoping to gain a better perspective of what was going on outside. He saw little that made him happy.
     “Blasted goblins are moving in coordinated patterns,” he grumbled to himself. “OK, they’re not raiding the area, they’re securing it. What the blazes are they up to? And a shag standing right next to them with a hook hawk overhead! Not good.”
     Joel didn’t need to see anymore. This was not the time to risk sticking it out in his home, it was better to be on the move. With a decision made, he did what he always does before he opts for different ground. He hid his most important supplies under loose boards in a dark corner of an empty bedroom and more behind a fake wall of the back closet. He surveyed the area making sure that nothing of any value appeared in sight. He threw a dusty, old, moth-eaten blanket over one chair and tipped another one over on its side. He scattered some broken glass he kept in a jar across the floor and table tops and quickly climbed down the stairs into the cellar.
     When he reached the large tin door that opened upward to the back yard, he realized he was now in a bit of uncharted territory. He never made this type of move in daylight before. Streaks of sunlight broke through the edges of the door and made long glowing lines on the floor.
     “Blasted bright out there,” he grunted lightly to himself. “Ok, how to do this without being seen?”
     He knew where he wanted to go first, and he went over the path he would take in his mind. He believed there would be sufficient cover of overgrown hedges that would block sight of him from street level. The goblins would probably not see him. The hook hawk, however, presented another problem. If the bird decided to circle back in his direction, there were not enough trees to cover his position and the trees that were there were devoid of all leaves.
     “Ok, not much choice,” he muttered.
     With that, he opened the door. A gust of cold air crashed into his face as he crept outside making one quick swooping glance of the skies overhead. Thankfully, the hawk was not in the area. Immediately, but as silently as possible, he moved to his left and his first objective, an abandoned house two doors down that looked as bad as his own home from the outside. He crawled through a hole in the wall that he himself had cut with an axe. He had placed that same axe, as well as a long dagger, swords of various weights and lengths, and a crossbow with plenty of bolts in a hidden cache in this house’s basement.
     Now in the cover of the interior of the house, Joel moved with more speed as he bounded across the bare floor to the basement door and down the creaky stairs. He turned at the bottom and scrambled noiselessly over to a cobweb covered corner. What the eye could not see was a shallow pit because he had covered it with splintered boards. A few large, hairy spiders darted across the planks as he began to disturb the slightly rotted wood. He was never afraid of such insignificant creatures and brushed them away as if they were nothing more than lifeless dust balls. Carefully and quietly, he moved the boards off to the side revealing several sacks and blanket-wrapped mounds. Along with the weapons, the pit contained several other useful supplies such as torches, flints, oils, and armor of different types.
     Joel, almost without thinking, picked up one of his more useful inventions. It was a spiked forearm brace. Made of leather, he could bind it around the lower part of his forearm, covering the entire area from the lower elbow all the way down past the wrist just to the bottom of his palm. The brace was covered with small razor sharp spikes that nestled themselves in rows and jutted out in various directions. He designed and produced the arm covering himself as a way to deal with what he previously viewed as the greatest threat to his safety. That threat was in the shape of human thieves that might fall on him when he was on a supply run. He had witnessed several attacks occurring throughout the town when the bandits first showed up to take advantage of the fact that lawlessness was now the rule. 
     With his spyscope, he watched muggings and beatings from his house. The thieves would jump an isolated wanderer rummaging through debris in back alleys. As they outnumbered their target, two or more of the robbers would always grab for the victim’s arms while the one in charge took advantage of the situation. Beatings were often vicious and Joel vowed never to be victimized by such a ploy. He created this armband as a first line of defense.
     More than once when he had ventured out of his house for supplies, he had been set upon by brigands that meant to separate him from any useful equipment. As they did to their other targets, they encircled him and rushed him from the sides. Once upon him, they always tried to grab him by the arms. When they did, they were not happy.  
     Joel would begin to twist and pull his arms with the makeshift leather sleeves bound around each forearm, apparently trying to wrest his hands free. Nothing was further from the truth. He wanted the moronic bandits to grab even tighter, which they often did when he began his struggle. This in turn only aggravated their inevitable injuries. The spikes would jab into the palms of their hand. Then, when Joel twisted his own arm, the metal would slice large gouges into their skin. Eventually, they would realize what was happening and let go, but by then it was too late as their hands appeared more like raw, battered meat. While they stood gaping at their own wounds, Joel showed no such hesitation and used the same armored forearm to smash them in the face. 
     With the underlings out of the fight, it was then a match between Joel and the lead thug, the one that always waited for the others to move in first, the one that enjoyed beating a helpless victim. While Joel was usually much older than any such bandit leader, he was also always more in control and better trained. Joel rarely showed mercy.
     On this day, however, Joel wasn’t facing a group of thieves. He was facing goblins and he hoped none would get close enough to get a hold of him. Still, he wrapped one brace around his right arm, but decided to leave his left arm open for a sleeve that would hold additional bolts for his crossbow. He also tied a belt around his waist with another two holds on each of his sides for even more crossbow ammo. From what he saw at his window, this was an enemy he wanted to fight from a distance. A sword or dagger was not going to help him and the extra weight would only slow him down.
#
     Sazar stood at the outskirts of Pinesway. A gigantic shag crouched uneasily at the serp’s side, but it made no attempt to join the carnage or kill the goblin that stumbled toward them.
     Sazar did not wait for a report, as he already knew what had transpired. In essence, he was seeing it now from the thoughts of his minions that he controlled and had ordered to attack this inviting target. He spoke an order to the apparently confused goblin with a hypnotizing tone. 
     “Now that we have made our presence known, secure that large building to my right, the one just past the main road’s entrance into the town. Do you see the one I mean?”
     The goblin looked almost bewildered at the serp.
     Sazar glared into the goblin’s glassy eyes.
     “Point to the building,” the serp commanded.
     The goblin did so and pointed to the correct structure.
     With that, Sazar nodded. “Very good. Now go.”
     The serp took several steps in different directions as he peered across what was left of Pinesway. He listened carefully to what he could hear and focused on images that flashed through his mind. These images came from the minds of several goblins. He kept an active link to their minds throughout this first phase of the battle. His forward assault force made substantial progress through the town, catching many of the small time thieves unprepared for the onslaught. The thieves would be killed on sight, their bodies would eventually be plundered for treasure and weapons once certain strategic points were secured. 
     That would occur later. Right now he demanded an overwhelming forward movement by his forces, a blitz that would take a U-shaped form around the edges of the town and eventually swing around the back end. When this was accomplished, he would have Pinesway encircled and escape cut off.
     As Sazar contemplated the initial progress of his assault, he grinned with appreciation. The screams he heard in the distant matched the bloody images that flashed through his mind. His goblins moved forward unopposed, not that Sazar expected any opposition. His hook hawk scouted the town for many days before this assault. He knew Pinesway held little more than riffraff and thieves—the dregs of human society that would not stand and fight but rather flee from a superior enemy. The ensuing panic that now gripped this town confirmed his assumptions. These thieves posed no real threat to him or his minions.
     These same humans, however, collected the spoils of looting escapades over many weeks, and Sazar knew the value of obtaining this treasure. This is why he targeted this abandoned town in the first place. The human bandits did the work for him, pillaging empty houses, plundering town stores, attacking wayward travelers that stumbled unaware into this place and relieving them of their valuables. Sazar now coveted these valuables. They could be sold and traded to other unscrupulous humans for the tools and weapons his minions lacked the talent to create for themselves. He could buy food that would entice other dark creatures to his side, close enough for him to weave his mind controlling spell over them and increase the size and power of his army.
     Mostly, however, he wanted Pinesway for his own. The buildings would serve as suitable quarters for a multitude of goblins that he could keep close by. If he could keep the goblins fed and near his presence, then he could maintain control over them. It was when they were scattered, when his minions ventured too far in the distance, that was when his hold was least tenable and when he lost most of his troops. By utilizing Pinesway as a headquarters, he could keep this from occurring. Goblins by the hundreds would flock to his town for free food and shelter and ultimately to serve him. That is why he now stood at the entrance of this place that the humans abandoned.
     “All goes well,” the serp snickered. “The humans panic and they run for cover. They stupidly run for the sanctuary of their own hidden shelters. They will lead us to the supplies they looted for themselves. In the very chaos I create, I will obtain all that I want.”
     He snickered again as he moved toward the building he had ordered the goblin scout to secure. He motioned for the massive shag to follow as he inhaled the smell of blood and terror in the air.
     Sazar found the chaos invigorating. He didn’t need order to control his minions—just the opposite. Unfettered chaos held great advantages for him. The pandemonium kept those under his control from ever clearing their minds, not that the minds of goblins, shags or the other monsters under his control could ever be accused of being complex. Still, simplicity led to simple desires as well as simple fears. Desire offered one stimulus and fear another. Chaos kept these dark creatures from seeing a clear path to their own needs, kept them from wiping away the confusion that cluttered their dark, twisted minds, and it fed the fear that made them easier to control.
     The human targets of his raids also felt the fear of chaos. With shouts and cries ringing from every corner, with screams of terror filling the air along with the smoke from surrounding fires, few of the remaining humans in this town would organize into a dangerous party. Instead, they would cower in dark corners or run in panic, and thus create more confusion and feed the frenzy.
     The only real difficulty with such turmoil was keeping the hook hawk from grabbing goblins as prey. Hook hawks with their gnarled talons and bent necks flew more like swirling boomerangs in a tornado. Their curved bodies allowed them to circle and swerve with razor quickness and they easily snatched that which moved in the same type of haphazard frenzied direction. Those that ran in straight paths could often avoid a hook hawk, but goblins tended to run in mindless patterns and were thus the perfect prey. 
     Still, it was good to get a high overview of any skirmish, and Sazar could see what his minions saw. The loss of a few goblins here and there was small enough sacrifice. The hook hawk circling above gave him the perfect perspective for ascertaining the overall movements and progress of his ground forces.
     Far better than the hook hawk, however, was the perception he gained from the rock beetle under his control. Now here was a creature that Sazar truly appreciated. The rock beetle did not rely on sight as it spent most of its time just under the surface of the ground. Rock beetles utilized their other senses. They could pick up a scent that originated from a great distance even when it had to be absorbed through layers of soil. And smell was not the only sense that was heightened to compensate for the beetle’s dark underground world. They could isolate and distinguish sounds that most other animals could not even perceive. When linked with a rock beetle, Sazar could hear well beyond even what a hook hawk could see. 
     A rock beetle, however, did more than just hear sounds. It felt vibrations, felt them like a spider feels a victim trapped in its web. The beetle could sense movement in all directions and at distances almost too far to believe. The ability to seize upon this incredible sense allowed Sazar to actually physically experience the battle as it occurred, and this was beyond invigorating. 
     Through the beetle, Sazar felt the forward movements of his own minions as well as the horrified retreat of those humans still in Pinesway. Beyond that, the beetle’s senses actually allowed Sazar to sense the pulse of the battle. It was more than smelling, hearing or feeling. It was a deep perception of tremor and vibration. The serp became aware of the twang of each goblin crossbow, the thundering step of his shags, and every dull thud of a human body that crumbled to the ground. These palpable sensations allowed him to actually taste the crippling fear and chaos as he placed these sensations in context with the images that flashed in his mind.
     “This is turning out to be a delightful day,” the serp hummed in enjoyment as he stepped up to the building he had previously pointed out. He stepped inside past two other goblins that stood guard at the door. These creatures instinctively backed further off to the sides when the hulking shag tried to enter. 
     The hairy monster was not meant to enter human sized buildings and it twisted, turned, crouched and bent in an attempt to fit through the door. The wood of the frame began to crack and splinter.
     “Stay outside,” Sazar commanded. “Wait at this spot and do not move from it.”
     The shag immediately ceased its efforts to obtain entry into the building and stood like a statue just outside the now somewhat mangled door frame. 
     “This will serve as my lair until a more appropriate setting is discovered and secured. For now it will suffice.” Sazar then turned to the goblins that waited at the door. “Patrol the exterior of this building continuously until I tell you otherwise. Do not engage in any battles or attempt to loot any buildings. Simply circle this building over and over and watch everything that is in your view. Go.”
     Sazar quickly mouthed a spell and a gray, misshapen, jagged star of energy appeared above his head. It crackled with energy and then dissolved, but he now had an even more direct link with the two goblins that patrolled his new home. His spells were usually weak and the magical energy he could draw on to cast them was limited, but certain spells could assist him in maintaining a better level of security. With this new spell, his link went beyond the fact that he could see what they see. Now, he was linked to their instincts as well. If they felt threatened, he would feel threatened. 
     Turning his attention back to the battle, he voiced new commands that he sent telepathically to his reserve minions waiting at the outskirts of town. He commanded them to enter the town and reinforce the forward goblins and fall into positions at several crossroads. He would seal off sections of town in mere moments and press his goblins further around the edges of Pinesway. It wouldn’t be long before he had the town surrounded with his forces.
#
     With a crossbow draped over his back and a leather chest guard snapped securely to his upper body, Joel went back to the basement stairs and bounded up to the ground floor of the house that stored his cache of weapons. He quickly moved to the hole in the wall where he entered the house, but stayed clear of the opening. He pulled out his spy glass and peered through it.
     “Nasty buggers are closing in on me,” he mumbled to himself. “Ok, don’t want to get caught in here, but need a plan. Blast, need to know what in blazes is going on is what I need. Blasted creatures never attacked like this before.”
     Through the spyscope he could see groupings of goblins making coordinated movements up several different streets. When they reached a crossroad, they secured each corner and then waved to their flanks. Immediately, another group of goblins would then appear and press forward beyond their position.
     He watched with great concern toward the goblin efficiency when he witnessed the goblins force a young human male out of hiding from an old merchant’s store. Crossbow fire took out the victim’s legs first. When he crumpled to the ground, three ran up to him and took hold of the arrows that stuck out of his thighs. When he tried to pull away, they twisted the arrow rods over, causing apparent agony in their victim. A fourth goblin took hold of the victim’s head, mouthed something that Joel could not make out. The victim shook his head. With that, the fourth goblin jabbed a dagger in the young man’s throat. With the man gurgling blood in death throws, the four goblins released him and left him to die in the street. 
     Joel grimaced as he considered his own plight. “Ok, they’re cleaning out buildings. They’re not taking prisoners and it won’t do to be forced out into the open. Can’t stay here, and just can’t run without knowing what I’m running toward. Ok, one step at a time.”
     He poked his head out the hole in the wall and looked skyward. He could hear the hook hawk screeching in the distance.
     “Other side of town. Good.”
     Joel did not waste the chance. He extricated himself out of the hole, kept to the side of the house, and rounded the back corner. He then sprinted as fast as his old legs could carry him across the small back yard to a hedge that served as a natural fence. He dove to the ground and rolled deep into the overgrowth of weeds. With the hedges and weeds serving cover, he took out his scope once more.
     “Ok, think this thing out,” he whispered to himself. “Don’t want to get trapped in a building, shags can smell me out if I try to hide. Can’t just keep moving in the open, hook hawk will make it back here eventually. I can break for the woods, but no telling how many goblins are waiting in the trees. Blazes, not a good choice to make.”
     Joel shook his head as he considered his dwindling options. “Not leaving, that’s that. Ok, where to go? Northwest bridge. River rogue there ain’t going to be happy if goblins try to move into its territory, ’specially goblins with a shag in tow. Probably already ticked off at the hook hawk flying around so close. Might not be happy to see me, so can’t let that happen. Still, it’s going to try to fight off any goblins, even the shag. Maybe the safest place to be. Ok, best I can think of.”
     He took a moment to take another look overhead. “Now, how do I get there? Tree lined paths through the old park and then the cemetery, that’s a good bet. Seems like goblins are sticking to the roads, just don’t know which roads, sounds like all of them. Ok, one block at a time. Shortest path to park is that way,” and he nodded his head due north.
     As silently as he could, he pressed aside a series of branches that made up the lower portion of the hedge in front of him. It was not an easy fit, but he made it through. Once on the other side of the hedge he wasted no time in jumping to his feet and running to the back of a newer home that was now in front of him. He clung to the wall and with his back against it, slid his way to the corner. 
     This house faced a newer street, a wider street, and with no trees lining either side. It was open ground and he could hear goblin movements in almost every direction. He had no idea where his enemies might be at the moment.
     “Not going to just trust luck,” he grumbled. He took the crossbow from his back, loaded a bolt, and aimed at the back of another home a good distance down the road to his left. “Have to hope they hear the glass and not the sound of the bow. I guess if they’re close enough to distinguish that, then I’m as good as dead anyway.”
     Joel pulled the trigger and watched hopefully as the bolt made a long arc through the air. The window was a large target but it was far in the distance. It almost seemed as if the bolt was traveling in slow motion. Thankfully, it hit its mark and the glass shattered. Joel did not pause to watch through his spyscope. He crouched low, and hustled off in the opposite direction toward the neighboring house to his right. He bounded around the corner, down the side and front yards, and finally across the street. He almost expected to feel the stinging pain of arrows piercing his legs, but he made it to the cover of an overgrown flower bed and dropped to the ground. He looked up and down the street and saw nothing. He didn’t know if his diversion made any difference, but at least it felt better than simply running and hoping for the best.
     He had to make it across several more streets closer to the center of town before he could make it to the park, but thankfully it was quieter there. He could still hear the sounds of skirmishes in almost every direction, but the alleys he now traveled remained still. He kept to the sides of buildings and had to dodge for cover twice when he heard the hook hawk closing in on his position. Eventually, he made it to the park and turned westward.
     Though it was dormant season, the ground here was free of snow and ice. It had been dry so far this season and Joel was thankful for this. Still, the ground remained hard and frozen as the sun hung low in the horizon and direct light could not break the shadows of the thicker rows of trees. Evergreens allowed for greater cover and Joel used them to his advantage. He made it through the park in quicker time and stopped to gauge his next path.
     A stone fence separated the park from the cemetery. He would have to jump it. It was only a few feet high, but his body did not look forward to the task. Right now, he felt every year of his age. His lungs fought harder for air and his lower back throbbed. An arthritic knee let him know it wasn’t happy, either. His hands bled from various scrapes and cuts, but this wasn’t the time for bandages. He stood under a large spruce and gauged the distance to the stone wall and then the terrain of the ground beyond.
     The cemetery would be open ground around the headstones, not the best place to travel. The stone wall also stood mostly in open space, but there was enough overhang from trees in the park to give him sufficient cover there. He could travel the wall along the park border until it turned at the back end of the cemetery. Along this rear border, the wall changed over to a wrought iron fence. Most of the fence and back paths were lined with trees. Unless the goblins had taken position along the fence, Joel believed a clear path now existed to the northwestern part of town that bordered the river.
     With a little luck he could make it to the north bridge and perhaps find a store house to hide in. It would be dangerous, basically caught between the attackers and the river rogue, but hopefully they would all be concerned with each other. Enough different scents in the air and he might be able to conceal himself until nightfall at least. It was as good as plan as any.
     When he made his first step out from under the pine tree, his plan changed drastically. 
     The ground rumbled before him and dirt shattered up in his face. He could feel his feet begin to slip under him in loose dirt. Luckily, his foot caught the stability of a large root near the surface and he avoided falling forward. He leapt back toward the trunk of the pine he had previously used for cover and grabbed its trunk. The ground continued to crack and crumble and even more dirt flew into the air. In the next instant, a black as pitch mound rose up from the ground. It was the rounded, humped back of a rock beetle and it was looking for a meal. 
     Joel’s eyes widened in terror as glistening pinchers covered in hair and filth jutted out from the front of this disgusting creature. Multiple legs pitched the gigantic insect from the earth as the rest of its body broke from the surrounding soil. Joel didn’t need to see anymore. He took off back to the other end of the park, hoping he could outrun this thing.
#
     Sazar saw the image of Joel fleeing flash through his mind. The serp continued his mental connection with the beetle. The old man, however, was not his main concern at this point. The beetle was needed to ascertain the position of the river rogue that staked a territory a bit further north of this point of the town. The rogue was not under Sazar’s control, not yet anyway. Sazar wished to avoid any conflict between the rogue and his own minions until he had the opportunity to visit the rogue and convince it to join with them rather than fight. For that, he needed time and calmer surroundings. So, for the time being, he wanted to pinpoint the exact location of the rogue and isolate it. Perhaps not totally isolate, as he would throw it a goblin or two for a quick snack and as a gesture of friendship. With the town now very near his grasp, he would have all the goblins he needed. Losing one or two to gain a river rogue was well worth the price.
     “Forget the human,” Sazar hummed as he directed his thoughts to the beetle. When he made this kind of direct communication with one monster he would often lose links with others. It was at this time, Sazar risked losing an advantage of battle as the minds of his other minions he was controlling would go suddenly blank, as if a curtain had been pulled. The battle in the town, however, moved surprisingly well and far swifter than he had hoped. He could spare the momentary diversion. 
     Sazar could sense the beetle’s hunger and understood what it wanted. “Go north. Easier meals will be there waiting for you.”
     He broke off direct communications with the beetle and established a connection with two goblins that were very near the cemetery. “Leave the cemetery and go north about two blocks. Wait there and don’t move.”
     He then broke off that link and reestablished his focus on the assault forces that were quickly encircling the town. 
     “It would have been easier to feed the beetle some human remains, but I don’t have time to collect them at the moment,” the serp mused to himself. “I haven’t lost any goblins in the strike yet, so I guess if I lose two goblins to the beetle and two to the rogue, I’ll hardly notice.”
#
     Joel didn’t stop running until he got back to the center of town. It remained quiet in this area, but now intermittent shrieks of agony pierced the air in all directions. If he had any hopes of reaching the north bridge, they died with the appearance of the beetle. With relative quiet at his current position and his back to the wall of some unknown building, he knew his options dwindled.
     “Ok, I’m not getting out of here. Truth is, I pretty much knew that a long time ago. If I was going to leave, I would have done that weeks ago. Didn’t want to leave then, so why bother now? Just a matter of where to go.”
     He looked back toward the direction of his own home.
     “If I’m going to die, then it’s going to be there.”



Chapter 3

     Lief Woodson stood patiently in the limbs of a very tall oak tree. His eyes scanned the forest while noting the positions of the elf guards that stationed themselves in surrounding trees. The dormant season made this endeavor slightly more possible. All but the evergreens had dropped their leaves. Most of the elite elf guard managed to conceal their presence well, but those that were forced to reconnoiter wider paths gave away their position with slight movements.
     A muffled breeze pulled in colder air from the north, but because elves, for the most part, enjoyed indifference to colder temperatures, Lief felt no true chill. If anything, he welcomed the fresh air that would keep this day crisp and dry. The sun hung low as it was the season of lesser light, but the sky remained a deep blue and even the penetrating grey of the woods could not dampen the sparkle of sunlight when it chanced upon scattered ice trapped within the surrounding branches.
     Lief switched his gaze downward upon the members of his camp. For the most part, they busily moved about the forest floor. Nearly all seemed occupied with other tasks—collecting wood, mending clothes, crafting weapons or tools. Only one or two of the camp elders seemed to pay his meeting with Standish Loftber any true mind.
     Loftber also stood silently in the very same limbs as Lief, leaning carefully against a stout branch that angled slightly toward him. His gaze was far off, focused on nothing in particular. It was almost as if the deep grey of the forest swallowed his consciousness. He closed his eyes heavily as if garnering his strength. When he opened them, they bore into Lief.
     “Petiole has been delivered to the dwarves of Dunop, as you already know,” the older Loftber began. “I have no idea whether they will condemn him to death for his crimes or imprison him in their dungeon for what is left of his life, nor do I care.” This last was said with near disgust. “I only know he will not be returning and this leaves our camp without a leader.”
     Loftber paused and bowed his head slightly as he corrected himself.
     “Actually, without an elder leader,” the Loftber stated almost apologetically.
     Lief narrowed his eyes at the camp elder, wondering why Loftber would make such a gesture. It seemed as if the older elf was almost apologizing directly to him for making a simple statement of fact. Their camp had no leader now that Petiole was gone. That much had become painfully obvious in the past few days.
     Petiole had been the senior camp elder, the oldest elf on the council of elders with proper lineage in elflore, and thus the leader of the camp. Petiole, however, was a weak and foolish elf, an elf that committed the heinous crime of dropping shadow tree seeds on the underground dwarf town of Dunop. He did this not out of necessity, but out of resentment, out of ignorance, and out of weakness. Petiole acted out of selfish desires to prove what was obviously not true, that he was a powerful leader that should be feared or respected. Now, instead of being revered as he hoped, Petiole was languishing in the vast underground cave dungeons of the dwarves.
     As to the camp being without a leader, that was almost bewildering to Lief Woodson. Elves lived by tradition, by the guidance of elflore. Such guidance made it clear as to what should happen next. It was now up to the council of camp elders to rally around Standish Loftber, the current eldest of elders, and allow him to lead. Something, however, had prevented this. 
     While the elders met over the past few days, no indication was given that Loftber would take the reins of leadership. Instead, there had been late discussions—not heated arguments, nor debates of power—just simple deliberations without any clear direction given to the rest of the camp.
     In fact, it appeared as if the council was almost as directionless as it had been when Petiole had been in charge, and that was something Lief would not allow again. He had almost said something himself when Loftber called for this private meeting.
     It was now Loftber that spoke inquisitively to Lief. 
     “You look at me with a question on your lips,” the elder elf noted with an expectant expression.
     “The question is not mine to ask,” Lief deferred. “The council must address the issue, as I’m sure it will.”
     “Address it we have, but at the moment we are in a dilemma. This camp needs a leader. At present, it has none. Well, not a proper leader.”     
     Lief again offered a puzzled expression to the elder elf and Loftber offered a quick explanation 
     “You wonder why I say we have no leader and then correct myself? This camp does have a leader of sorts, and that leader is you. Please forgive any lack of respect. None was intended.”
     Lief could not remain quiet. His expression revealed surprise, but his tone betrayed more than a hint of annoyance. 
     “Lack of respect?” Lief questioned with a near harsh tone. “What are you talking about? I do not lead this camp. I am not an elder. I am not even on the council…”
     Loftber cut him off. 
     “You are right on the last, but not on the first. You are not an elder, thus you are not on the council, but you do lead. The elves of this camp now look to you. You are the one that gives them direction.”
     Lief would have stepped back in denial had it not meant him falling out of the tree. Instead, he had to hold his ground, but he vehemently shook his head in dissent. “No, I do not…“
     Again Loftber quickly interrupted. “Please Lief, I am not accusing you of anything other then perhaps denying the truth you do not wish to see. Hold for a moment and let me speak what you eventually will know as the truth.”
     Lief took a deep breath but acquiesced to the elder and remained silent.
     Loftber looked down upon the elves below and nodded to them as he began his explanation. 
     “No one, not a single elf believes for a moment that you forced yourself into power, that you purposefully and deliberately grabbed the role of leadership from the proper elders. No, you are a victim of circumstance just as this camp is a victim of circumstance. You are the elf that stood on Sanctum and helped destroy the Sphere of Ingar. Thus, you are a hero and more. You stood against Yave and helped to stop her. And you were with Ryson Acumen when he saved Dunop from the shadow trees.”
     The elder elf turned his attention back to the forest and looked once more to the trees in the distance and beyond. 
     “And it was you that stood up to Petiole and his crimes, stopped another elf-dwarf war, and sent that criminal to justice. Petiole was an elf elder and the leader of this camp. His word was final on all matters. When he committed his crimes, you put an end to his lead. You faced the elf guard, you faced the traditions, and you did what was right and necessary. 
     “In less than a full cycle of the seasons you acted more heroically than most of the legendary elves in elflore. You have a place now with Shayed as one of the most respected elves in all our history. Yes, you did all these things and not out of a sense of adventure, or out of ambition. You did all of this because you had to, because circumstances dictated you do it.”
     At this pause, Lief finally spoke. 
     “I do not deny anything you say. I’m not sure of my place in history, but I’m sure of my place in this camp. Whatever I did, it does not make me its leader. It was Mappel that directed me during each moment of our trials with Ingar and his sphere. When Mappel died on Sanctum and Petiole took over, I looked to Petiole to make decisions to spare this camp. I never placed myself above him. I pleaded with him to do what needed to be done and still he did not listen to me, thus I never led at any point.”
     “You led when it mattered,” countered Loftber. “You led at the end. When Petiole committed his crime, it was you that stood up against him.”
     “I did so, but not as a leader!” Lief stated harshly as he became visibly frustrated. “I waited for the council of elders to act. I waited for you to act! It was the responsibility of the elders to stop Petiole. When you failed, I had to…”
     “We failed in many of our responsibilities,” Loftber admitted. “I do not flee from that charge for one single instant. Still, to understand elder leadership is to understand what keeps us together, what allows us to survive. Certainly there have been poor leaders in the past, but never one so poor as Petiole that followed one so great as Mappel. We could not have asked for a worse situation. Mappel was exactly what we needed at the very time we needed it. Petiole was exactly what we did not need at a point we surely couldn’t afford to have him. As I said, the circumstances dictated what you had to do, and there is not a moment I don’t thank all of elflore for what you have done. That is why what I must do is so much more painful.”
     Lief could not hold his tongue and it lashed out with further disbelief in its tone. 
     “So now you believe me to be the true leader of this camp and you wish to throw that burden upon me?”
     Loftber mumbled barely loud enough for Lief to hear him. 
     “If only it were that simple,” Loftber sighed.
     The elder elf steadied himself once more and again looked into the face of an elf for which he had the greatest respect and admiration. 
     “No, I will not ask you to take the role of leader. I had considered it, but it would not solve the problem. The problem is actually very simple; there can not be two leaders, two different voices of authority. An elf camp has to have one clear direction, one clear message when the good of the camp is involved. The council of elders serves as advisors, allows for greater communication, ensures stability during times of upheaval, but it is the camp elder that leads. Age, health, commitment and elflore have always been the determining factors in selecting the new camp elder. When a camp elder has passed or becomes too weak to lead, it is a simple process for the camp to select its new leader. The eldest elf serving on the council with proper lineage outlined in elflore becomes the new camp elder as long as he or she is healthy enough to take on the responsibility. Thus, it is always clear to the camp which elf must lead.”
     Lief jumped on this point. 
     “It is clear now. You are that elf! The entire camp knows that. It is now your responsibility.” Lief softened his tone. “I know you, Standish. You are not Petiole. I have no fears of your leadership. I know you will serve us all well.”
     “And you think that is that?” Loftber shot back quickly. “You will simply retreat into the shadows and allow me to lead?”
     The sharp retort took Lief by surprise. 
     “You think I would stand in your way?”
     “You really don’t understand, do you?” questioned the elf elder. ”Leadership is not simply dependent on the leader. It is also very much dependent on the ones that must follow. There must be little doubt in their minds about who has the authority and the responsibility to lead them. How will you make the people of the camp forget you? Will you simply go out and tell them they should ignore you? Go ahead, for all the good it will do. In their hearts and in their minds, you have already taken on a position of power in this camp. If you tell them you will not lead, they will accept that at face value. They will look to me and follow my direction.” 
     “Then what is the problem?” Lief demanded.
     “The problem is that they will follow my lead for only as long as they agree with my decisions or as long as we don’t face difficult times. The moment, and I mean the very instant I make a decision which with some might disagree, they will look for an alternative. They will look to you. That is something we can not have, even you would agree to that. The magic has returned fully to the land, we are using it to our best advantage, but we also face so many dangers that we have never faced before. We have an opportunity for a truly wonderful time or a truly desperate time. We can use the magic to help our camp prosper, but we also face dark creatures returning in force to our home. That means we face difficult decisions at every turn. This camp must act with one voice, one direction, or else we will not survive.”
     Loftber’s expression turned more sympathetic as he tried to explain his own understanding of the dilemma he believed the elf camp faced. 
     “Again, understand I know it’s not your desire and I don’t believe you would interfere even if you disagreed with every decision I make, but it’s simply not just up to you. The elves of this camp now view you as a legend, as part of elflore. The very mention of your name is now done in the highest regard. You simply can’t brush that away, and in truth, I wouldn’t want you to. It does, however, mean that you hold an important standing in this camp. You are regarded not just with respect, but as holding authority.”
     Lief took long moments to consider the situation put before him. He looked once more at the elf guards that stood nearby. It was their job to protect the camp elder, the leader of the camp. Certainly, they were there to protect Loftber, but were they also protecting him? Did he now count more than the other elves of his camp?
     “I find it difficult to argue with what you say,” Lief allowed. “You are right on many counts, we do face difficult times and we must have one true leader, one voice that will direct us all. I suppose for all Petiole’s faults he understood that as well. Perhaps that is why he acted toward me as he did, perhaps I should have done more to help him.”
     “Petiole would have viewed your help with disdain, would have looked upon it as an insult to his authority.” Loftber interjected.
     Lief nodded. “I suppose my help would have simply created greater controversy.”
     “Indeed, it would have.”
     “The same type of controversy you talk about now,” Lief admitted.
     Loftber said nothing, simply looked closely at the younger elf before him.
     “So where does that leave us?” Lief wondered aloud. He then stopped and returned Loftber’s gaze. “I asked you before if you were going to put the burden of leadership on me and you said it would not be that easy. If you can not lead, and I can not lead, where does this leave us—a problem with no solution?”
     “There is a solution,” Standish Loftber said with more than a hint of sorrow, “a bitter one, but a solution none the less. No, you can not lead this camp for you are not the camp elder. You would face the same challenges I would face. The camp will follow you even during difficult times, probably much longer than they would follow me, but if times grew truly dark, their loyalties would eventually be torn between following you and looking to an elder. Elflore is powerful in its guidance to keep us together. If you were to assume the role of leadership, it would be in stark contrast to the very essence of elflore. Eventually, even your leadership would be questioned.”
     “Then how can there be a solution?”
     Loftber answered quickly this time as if he knew he must forge ahead and any delay would only make it more difficult. 
     “There can be a solution because it can be possible for an elder to lead. The dilemma occurs only if you are here. If you were not, there would no longer be a question of authority. The problem exists only while you are a member of this camp. Do you understand?” 
     Lief grimaced as if a sword plunged into his chest, and Loftber continued so as not to let silence deepen the wound. 
     “If you leave, this camp survives. If you stay, I and the other elders on the council believe we will fall into disarray. You will witness the chaos of anarchy as dark creatures prey on us because we are no longer able to act as one. While it pains me to ask you to leave, understand that if you stayed you would only witness the destruction of your camp.”
     “So I am to be exiled, and the camp will follow you as the camp elder?” Lief questioned with an edge of anger beginning to grip his voice.
     Loftber answered Lief’s bitterness with somberness of his own. 
     “It will be a short tenure of leadership. Once I announce that you are leaving the camp at my request and with your agreement, I will announce that I am leaving as well.”
     For a brief moment, any trace of Lief’s growing resentment was quickly replaced with bewilderment. 
     “You’re going to relinquish? Then again the camp will have no leader! This is not making any sense.”
     “It makes perfect sense,” Loftber stated with a steadfast determination. “This camp will have a leader, one leader, and a leader that can not be blamed for sending away the legendary Lief Woodson just to accommodate his own weaknesses. I will hand over the camp elder position to the next in line. Shantree Wispon will take over. She will then be in position to lead this camp with no bitterness, and no question to her authority. No one will blame her for your departure, and after you have departed, no one will wonder whether her decisions meet with your approval. I believe she is well suited to handle the situation.”
     “I have no doubts about Shantree’s abilities,” Lief argued. “But that is not the point. You are supposed to lead, not her. How can you ask me to leave because it will restrict your ability to lead, and then turn around and avoid what is required of you?”
     “Is that it? You think I am simply surrendering my responsibility? No, that is not the case at all. It is just the opposite. I am taking full responsibility. I see clearly what I am doing. First, I am asking you to leave your home, to accept banishment as a reward for your noble actions. You have done nothing for yourself. Your actions saved this camp, indeed the entire elf race. And now I stand here and tell you to go. I believe you will eventually understand why I’m doing this, but that is not nearly enough. If I am to ask that of you, I must be ready to make the same sacrifice myself.
     “Think for a moment, Lief. What I ask of you, I feel I must. I do it because I believe it is the only way this camp will survive. If I stay, then it appears I did if for myself, to remove you as a challenge to my authority. I will appear as Petiole, weak and selfish. I could not live with myself. If, however, I accept banishment as well, I will have acted purely in the best interests of this camp. No one can second guess my intentions. No one can for one moment believe that I acted to satisfy my own desires. It is the only way for the situation to truly be resolved. You accept banishment, I accept banishment. We move on and allow this camp to survive as it has for generations and will for generations more.”
     The elder elf quickly moved to a related matter so as to make his understanding of the matter as clear as possible. 
     “There is something else you should know,” Loftber continued. “I will also be asking Holli Brances to leave this camp. For the very same reasons you must leave, she also must go. Holli is a guard and is looked at in a different light than you. She went to Sanctum as part of her duty and she assisted against Yave as a trained member of the elf guard. Still, she now also has her own place in elflore, a legendary standing. If Shantree faces difficult times, and I believe she will with so many dark creatures appearing in our midst, then she can not afford to have anyone in this camp that would be viewed as—what is the best way to put it—an alternative.”
     A cloud of confusion began to swirl in Lief’s thoughts. The bitterness he could almost taste was growing. It was becoming hard to think and harder still to control his anger. A sharp question flew from his lips. 
     “And have you spoken to her of this yet? Have you tried to soften her banishment with your unselfish decision to leave on your own?”
     Loftber paused. He did not like the tone of Lief’s voice and liked even less the raging glare that was glowing in the younger elf’s eyes. 
     “No, but I have no doubt she will agree. I am a camp elder, she is an elf guard. She knows her duty. She will do what I ask, though I believe it will be a greater burden on her than on the two of us.”
     “Duty?” Lief almost laughed at this word. “You wish to speak of duty, the all encompassing word that will ensure her cooperation? You can say that word to her and you know she will do as she is told, but you wonder whether or not I will agree?”
     “Indeed I do. And that, Lief, is truly an illustration of the problem that exists. If you do not agree, I can not force you. I could order the elf guard to remove you, but I wonder if they would actually follow that order. Only an elf guard might be able to answer that, and I am not ready to put that to the test. The traditions of the elf guard are very strong. I do not wish to be remembered as the elf that destroyed those traditions.”
     With this, Lief tensed. His glare became almost hateful and Standish Loftber could actually sense the deep anger that boiled in the younger elf. The elder elf did his best to control the situation and sooth the growing tensions between them.
     “As you said, I am the camp elder. You ask me to lead, then I will do so. Any wisdom I can draw on tells me that I am doing exactly what must be done, no matter how difficult it is. I take responsibility for resolving the issue before this camp. If you stop me in this— my first order as leader—then you prove my point and allow the dilemma to continue. If you realize that instead I am doing exactly what you want me to do, what this camp needs me to do—to lead, then you will cease your objections. I need you to withdraw from this camp, to strike out on your own. You are now legend and no one will forget you, but your final days in this land must be spent elsewhere. Where you go, I leave that to you. Once you accept this request, I will also withdraw from this camp and will seek refuge elsewhere. The legend will be gone as will the one that asked him to leave. The camp moves on without both. Do you really wish to continue to debate this with me and prove that my leadership means nothing to you and start our spiral to final oblivion? Look upon the elves below us, see how they all now watch us and understand that there is no other way.”
     Lief, however, ignored the stares from the elves below. He vented his ire directly at the elf before him, the elf that represented the elders of this camp that did nothing when Petiole acted so foolishly. 
     “Words… words of so-called wisdom.” Lief now spoke in a low growl as he tilted his head downward ever so slightly. He brought his glare of sheer anger directly upon Loftber. “How long did it take you and the other elders to put together such an eloquent speech?”
     Lief paused only long enough to allow Loftber to open his mouth, but the younger elf pressed forward before a single utterance could be spoken. 
     “Where were these words when they were needed? You said you didn’t want to be remembered as the elf that destroyed the traditions, is that what you are concerned with… how you will be remembered? Let me tell you how I remember you, as a member of the camp council that did nothing when we faced our greatest dangers. You now think you make a grand sacrifice so your name can be placed in elflore? It would be a disgrace to those that truly belong there if such an attempt was ever made. Here is some truth for you and the other elders, something for you to contemplate during your self-imposed exile. You bickered and argued when Petiole led this camp, the lot of you. You showed all the courage of a yearling deer that bolts at the first snap of a twig. You allowed Petiole to drop the seeds! Do you hear me Loftber?!! You and the others allowed this to happen. You knew what was happening and you allowed it! You should all be facing judgment in Dunop right along with Petiole himself.”
     Lief could feel the anger that he had swallowed for so long during the reign of Petiole throb and expand in his head. No longer would he swallow his fury, no longer would he try to be diplomatic. That would end now. The younger elf stepped forward on the tree branch that held them both. He stepped so near Loftber that he could feel his breath on his face. His eyes continued to blaze, but now they danced with a true fury and the elder elf felt great fear. 
     Loftber tried to step back, but the limb he leaned upon held him in place. Panic took hold and to anyone watching it was clear he feared for his very life. Still, the elf guards did not move to his side.
     Lief spoke now with guttural hate. 
     “I want to repeat this so I know you understand. You allowed the shadow seeds to fall. You could have stopped it… SHOULD have stopped it. You did nothing! How much less would you have been responsible if there was another elf-dwarf war? You wish to throw all the responsibility upon Petiole? It does not work that way. You said it yourself only moments ago. You said that leadership also depends on the ones that follow. Think long and hard about that during your seasons alone when you want to consider your so-called heroic gesture. Petiole made the decision, but the camp elders allowed it to happen.”
     Lief took his eyes off Loftber for just a moment and gazed down upon the other camp elders that were now frozen, eyes fixed upon them both.
     “You are all guilty!” Lief roared. 
     He then turned his fury back toward Loftber. “I would be within my rights to slay you here and now. In my mind, you are nothing less than a criminal guilty of the most heinous crime.”
     It was at that moment that Holli Brances dropped onto the tree limb.
     “Lief!” she spoke in a soft tone, but with no less conviction than if she shouted across a battlefield. “You must not do this. I cannot let you do this.”
     Lief at first said nothing. His body shook as his hands remained clenched in tight fists at his side. Finally, he turned swiftly about, away from Loftber, as if the sight of the elder elf made him sick. He spoke directly to Holli. “You have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of wasting any more energy on this pathetic excuse of an elf, or on any other elder of this camp. In fact, I’m going to do exactly what he wants, but not because of his reasoning. I do so of my own reckoning and I do so gladly. Good luck to you, Holli, wherever you might end up.”
     Holli’s expression remained stoic and steadfast, but she tilted her head slightly in a moment of confusion.
     “Ask him.” Lief waved his hand in backward disgust toward Loftber, and then he simply leapt away.



Chapter 4

     Enin and Ryson landed in the grassy hills just outside Burbon. 
     “I didn’t want to bring us to the center of town because I don’t like how this spell affects surrounding space,” the wizard explained. “I didn’t want to send an innocent passerby into shock if one happened into our path at the wrong moment. It was safer to land here.”
     “I’ll take it,” Ryson said while eyeing the sun in the sky. “It’s about mid afternoon. Sy should be in his command post. I’ll meet you there.”
     With that, the delver exploded in a blur of motion that almost could not be detected by the wizard’s eye. He blazed a trail to a side gate where he stopped stone still just long enough to be identified by a tower guard and the gatekeeper. He then moved with slightly less speed as he darted his way past the wall, through the town streets, and ultimately to the center of town.
     Enin floated up into the air and flew just past a guard tower. He waved with an uneasy smile before making his way to Sy’s command post by floating above the building rooftops. When he reached his intended goal, he quickly dropped to the ground and landed at the front door. He stepped into the office where he saw Ryson already explaining what he knew to Sy Fenden, Burbon’s leader and Captain of the Guard.
     Ryson paused to acknowledge the wizard’s entrance.
     Sy appeared grim as he considered the news brought to him by the delver. Still, he had many questions, and he quickly brought Enin into the conversation. 
     “Ryson told me what you saw. You used a spell to see Pinesway?”
     “Yes,” Enin answered simply without going into an extravagant explanation of the components of his spell.
     Sy was grateful for the short answer, but pursued the topic further. “Do you think Sazar was aware that you were watching him or his minions?”
     “You’re worried he thinks we’re spying on him?” Enin appeared almost ready to laugh. “There’s not much he can do to stop me.”
     “I’m more concerned that we’ve alerted him to our own awareness. I’m not sure what he’s up to, but it would be nice to know the extent of his own information. What he does, or what we do in response for that matter, depends on a great many things. So, do you think he knows about your spell or not?”
     Enin reconsidered the question. “Hmmmm… I’d say it’s possible, but not probable. I would guess not. He’s not the kind of a spell caster that he would be able to detect the use of magic in that fashion. Those with a higher connection to magical energy can sense spells. He, however, does not have that kind of connection. That is not where his power lies.”
     “But you said it was possible.”
     “Yes, he might have learned a spell that could act as a, how should I put it, warning system for any directed magic. Problem with that is I don’t think he has the power to cast such a spell. He could, however, have obtained a magical item that would serve that purpose for him.”
     Sy frowned again. “Alright, since it’s possible then we should probably assume he knows we are aware of what he’s doing. Tell me exactly what you saw.”
     Enin described all the creatures he witnessed, their movements, as well as the reaction of the few people he could see.
     “Casualties?” Sy asked.
     “Yes.”
     “Can you estimate how many?”
     “I only saw a few.” 
     Sy shook his head. “There aren’t many people left over there. That’s the good news. The bad news is in everything else you just told me. Sazar has a sizable force of creatures from your description. The question now is what do you think he wants?”
     Ryson interjected at this point. “Whatever he can get his claws on.”
     Sy did not totally dismiss the sentiment, but he explained his own considerations. “I’m sure he’s taking everything he can, but what’s the real purpose of this?” He looked to both Ryson and Enin with expectation as he spelled out the situation. “This can’t just be a raid to loot supplies. Doesn’t add up. What he can get from Pinesway, he can get in different ways. There is no guard or militia to protect the town. In effect, there really is no town anymore. For the most part, it’s just abandoned buildings and a transient population. From what my scouts tell me, thieves have done a good job ransacking the place. Anything worth any value, they’ve already taken. Actually, the thieves and bandits have pretty much taken the place over, and these people aren’t going to risk their lives to fight off goblins for an abandoned town. Sazar knows this, so why does he go in there with a force of that size and actually attack?”
     Ryson frowned as he considered the question. “Didn’t think of it like that. Maybe his goblins are getting restless and he just wants to pacify them with whatever blood they can draw.”
     “Maybe,” Sy allowed, “but I’m not sure it makes total sense, either. I mean if that was his objective, why not go in at night? Why go in the middle of the day? And why go in the way he did? From what I’m hearing it sounded more of a coordinated attack. Enin, you said they moved in with reserves in the back and they were attacking in organized movements. You didn’t see them just running wild through the streets?”
     “No, not wild at all.” Enin then took a moment to consider his own thoughts of goblins. “It’s interesting actually. Over the past season, I’ve seen some goblins up close, even threw some harmless spells at them just to see how they react. They’re certainly not the brightest thing to come over from the dark realm. Actually, in a battle of wits, I’d probably choose a shag over a goblin any day. Goblins can be sneaky if they want to, no doubt about that. They have guile and stealth, but they run scared quite a bit as well. They can organize, but not like a human militia. They rely on great numbers, but they are inherently distrusting. While they could become a threat if they amassed into a large army, I can’t imagine the bickering that would take place. From what I saw, they moved as if directed by a fairly cohesive plan. Yes, I would have to say with little doubt that Sazar was directing them. That was plain enough for me to see.”
     Sy followed Enin’s analysis with more questions. “This is the part that doesn’t add up. Why would Sazar direct the battle if the goal was to appease the blood lust of a bunch of goblins? Why not just let them run wild, then reorganize them, take whatever spoils he could find, and leave? No, I’m not seeing this as just a simple raid one way or the other. He didn’t have to do it in this way to take supplies, and he wouldn’t have done it this way to just let his little monsters go on a killing spree. Something else is up.”
     “I don’t think it’s going to be that easy to figure out what a serp really wants,” Ryson acknowledged. He then decided it was time for him to reveal his own intentions. “And even if we don’t know, I want to go to Pinesway.”
     Sy rubbed his chin as he eyed the delver carefully. “You want to go to Pinesway? I assume you wish to leave now?”
     “Yes, waiting doesn’t do any good.”
     In truth, the captain was not surprised to hear this. He kept his own emotions buried as he now pressed the delver for an explanation. “Why do you want to do this?”
     “A lot of reasons.” The delver replied almost too simply.
     “Can you give me some of them?” Sy asked.
     Ryson nodded and spoke openly of why he needed to go. “First of all, Pinesway may be abandoned, but it’s not completely deserted. We all know there are still people there that might need help.”
     Sy kept his tone even, he didn’t wish to sound sarcastic in any way, but the delver needed to be told of obvious flaws in this objective. “Noble, but how can you help a group of people that are wounded or already dead?”
     “I can’t help the dead, but if I find wounded, I can get them out of there.”
     “And if you find a dozen wounded, you’re going to treat their wounds and get them to safety? How are you going to manage that? Are you going to carry them all on your back at once or one at a time?”
     Ryson saw where Sy led him and heaved a heavy sigh. “Ok, maybe there’s not much I can do for the wounded. Maybe I can get them temporarily to a safe place to hide, I can worry about that when I see what I’m up against. I might also be able to find some that are neither dead nor wounded, maybe they’re just scared and hiding. We can’t just leave them there.”
     Sy pressed with his pessimism. “While I don’t wish to be coldhearted about this, I could argue that most of those that are now residing in Pinesway are doing so because it has been abandoned. They are opportunists that knew the risks. They took over abandoned homes because there was no one there to stop them. An empty town makes a good hideout for bandits. These people know how to take care of themselves, that’s what they’re best at. If they saw a problem coming, they are probably already gone. If not, I doubt there’s anything left of them to save.”
     “Maybe most of the people that were in Pinesway were the type that would take off at the first sign of trouble, but not all of them.” Ryson noted. “There were a few that just didn’t want to leave their homes, even if it meant living with bandits and transients, and having to deal with goblin raids. Remember, I’ve scouted Pinesway on more than one occasion. There are some people there that just don’t want to leave. I don’t think they would argue with any help I could give.”
     “I can’t argue that,” Sy offered, “but they also knew the risks. They didn’t have to stay. You have to consider that they are basically now dealing with the inevitable, with what they knew had to eventually happen. It’s not necessarily your job to help people that didn’t want help in the first place. But let’s leave that aside for now. I believe there’s more to this, so tell me why else do you want to go.”
     “To scout the area, to see what Sazar is up to, to get an idea of the size of his new band of monsters.”
     “Well, our wizard here has already given us a good idea of that.”
     Enin jumped into the conversation without much thought to Sy’s intentions. “I used a sight spell, but it was connected to the web spell. It doesn’t really see the whole town, you know, just bits and pieces. A street here, and an alley there, kind of blurry vision of the whole. It’s probably an accurate count only to a degree.” The wizard put a finger to his chin as he considered something new. “Now, that’s a thought. I wonder if I could cast a clearer sight spell, something that wasn’t connected to an object or another spell—a spell that would allow me to see anything at a particular area. It would be my own vision, not transplanting images obtained from something else. I’d have to bend light, that wouldn’t be difficult, but I’d have to bend it there and back, kind of a reflection, but what would it reflect?”
     “While you think about that, let me continue with the delver’s wishes.” Sy turned his attention back to the delver “As for scouting, my men scout that area every day. As you just said, I’ve had you scout it several times yourself. You know the condition of the town before the raid and the lay of the land.  As for what Sazar’s up to, we just talked about that. We don’t have an idea at this point, and let’s be honest, he’s not going to tell you even if you go right up and ask him. We would still have to guess at that just as we will estimate the size of his forces. Even if Enin hasn’t given us an exact count of the number of goblins and shags and whatever else might be involved in this attack, we both know he’s given us a good idea of what’s out there.”
     “Yes, but we also know he has a larger force with him now. That in itself is a bit of a surprise and getting a better look might not hurt.”
     “Actually, I don’t think it is a surprise,” Sy countered. “Think about it for a moment. We know for a fact that Sazar followed the dwarves into Dunop after they were defeated here. We have to believe he took a great amount of wealth from Dunop before he took off. He could use that to buy food and weapons to keep a fair amount of goblins happy for a while. We also know from Enin that he can control them to a great extent. The more creatures he controls, the more supplies he can steal. The more supplies he gets, the more goblins he can entice into his camp. One will keep leading to the other.”
     Here Ryson spoke with much more certainty. “That’s another reason I want to go. I know you can’t be happy with what you just said, Sazar growing in strength. I want to see if maybe I can put a dent in that. If he goes in and strips Pinesway clean, he just gets that much stronger. I don’t think you want that to happen.”
     “No I don’t,” Sy allowed. “I also know that alone you can’t really stop the force that Sazar is controlling.”
     “True, but I’m not going to stop them, just to irritate them, cause them some problems, let them know that they just can’t waltz anywhere they please without some kind of resistance. I mean let’s really look at this from a hard perspective. Sazar attacked in broad daylight. Don’t you think that’s sending some kind of message?”
     “I have already considered that, and I’m not happy with it myself.” Sy turned about and looked at the map on the wall with Burbon at its center. The map illustrated several strategic points in all the surrounding areas. Hand drawn marks indicated contact with varied monsters, suspected territories of dark creatures, and paths of travel for goblin raiding parties. The map drew a grim picture, but other factors existed that could not be illustrated on this chart and Sy spoke of them openly. “Message or not, daylight or dark, we have to consider the ultimate truth. I do not believe that Burbon is in any danger from this attack, and that has to be my first concern. Sazar is not going to hit us even with a force three times the size Enin described. This town is not abandoned. If he attacked, he would have to deal with our wall and towers, a trained corps of guards that know how to fight goblins, a purebred delver that also knows how to deal with an assortment of dark creatures, and let’s not forget our wizard here. If Sazar attacked us, he would lose probably his entire force and gain nothing. He’s too smart for that, too calculating, and that’s the shame of it. So, with a fair amount of certainty, I can say that we’re not his primary target now or in the foreseeable future. There are, however, several outposts to the north, farms on the outskirts of Connel, and small villages to the southeast that would be a ripe target for him. If he believes he can waltz into Pinesway and just take whatever he wants in broad daylight, then he’s not far from advancing on these other targets as well.”
     Sy turned back to Ryson, but remained frowning. “Still, while I understand why you want to go, I don’t know yet what you think you’re going to do out there. It’s dangerous and I know you don’t like killing things. I can’t see you doing any great damage to Sazar’s numbers if you’re only going to stir up some kind of frenzy. You put yourself at great risk and I’d like to know what you think you’re going to ultimately accomplish. This has to have more of a reason.”
     “Well, I have no intention of doing some kind of frontal assault if that’s what you’re worried about.”
     “What is your intention?”
     “First, I do want to do a quick scout. I think we should get a better idea of Sazar’s true force and not just base it on what Enin saw in that spell of his. Second, I want to create some havoc, knock a few goblins out of the fight. You’re right, I have no intention of killing any, but I can make them run scared, and if they run far enough, they might not come back. If I stir up enough trouble, I can maybe even cause a shag to lose control. A shag that takes off after me might also get beyond Sazar’s range and that’s one less monster the serp has to control. Third, I want to try and remove some of the supplies they are stealing—remove or destroy, same thing. I can’t carry it away, but I can sabotage a cart or set it on fire. Finally, I want to send a message right back to Sazar, let him know that I have my eye on him. Sazar knows me, knows us. You’re right, he doesn’t attack Burbon, and I think it’s mostly because of our wizard here, but he also knows we are prepared for him. If I take a quick shot at him while he’s trying to make a strike in a neighboring town, then he also knows we will go beyond the walls of Burbon to keep him at bay. If he wants to send a message by attacking in broad daylight, I want to send one right back to him, one that says I’m not impressed.”
     Sy nodded and carefully considered what the delver just offered. He could not help but agree with many of the points. “The truth of the matter is I can’t argue with anything you just said. I’m not happy that Pinesway is sitting out there so close to us and abandoned. It serves as an easy target that invites the wrong type of element. Choosing between thieves and dark creatures doesn’t make me comfortable. That I do not like. I’d much rather have an empty hillside . I also don’t like Sazar thinking he can pick off easy victims without risk. He needs to know we’re ready to counter anything he might throw at us. He seems to be the biggest threat in our immediate area.”
     “So you don’t have a problem with me going?” Ryson sounded almost amazed.
     Sy quickly explained. “I have lots of problems with it. It’s risky, I don’t want to lose you, and you’re outnumbered. But you’re also a delver and I’ve seen what you can do. If you keep your mind to your business, I doubt they’ll touch you. There are, however, other considerations.”
     “Such as?”
     “Such as should I send a contingent of guards as well.”
     “They’d only slow me down.”
     “It would not be my order to have them accompany you,” Sy explained. “As I said, I’ve seen what you can do. They wouldn’t be able to keep up and would probably just end up causing you greater risks. I am thinking, however, of sending them to follow up after you. If you create the kind of havoc I believe you can, they might be able to clean up after you, take out several goblins that end up fleeing or a shag that gets separated from the main group. You might have something against killing these creatures, but I don’t. It wouldn’t upset me to put a bigger hurt on Sazar.”
     “Didn’t think of that,” Ryson admitted.
     “Of course, I doubt that will be necessary if Enin decides to go with you. Then he could probably cause more pain and inflict much more damage then several hundred of my best men.”
     Both Ryson and Sy looked to the wizard almost expectantly. Enin had said nothing since he began to consider his sight spell. They wondered if he had paid any further attention to the conversation. His reply made it clear he had.
     “Me? Go to Pinesway?” The wizard shook his head with a noticeable grimace. “No, not a good idea. Didn’t ever really consider it actually. You both know I don’t like interfering in the decisions of any creature, even dark creatures. There are problems you have to decide for yourself, work out for yourself, that kind of thing. Kind of hard to explain really. It’s hard for me sometimes, you know. I like to help, but I can’t interfere. If I start doing everything, then what is there left for you to do? We all have our place and our jobs. You have to do what you have to do. If I started taking over everything, where would it stop? It’s really a trap. I don’t want that kind of responsibility, and I don’t really think most of the people around here would appreciate it. I guess you must think it almost lazy of me, but that’s not it at all. You do understand, don’t you?”
     “Enin, the day I understand you is a day I both fear and welcome, and a day that I think will never appear.” Sy then turned back to the delver. “I won’t try to stop you from going, but I will ask you to be careful.”
     “I will.”
     “Actually, I need you to be more than careful,” Sy added quickly.
     “What do you mean?” Ryson turned his head curiously as he waited for an answer.
     Sy appeared to take his time in selecting his words. Eventually, he spoke with a greater tone of concern and less the voice of authority that was his normal manner. 
     “I know you, Ryson. I know you want to help anyone that’s trapped in Pinesway, but I also meant what I said before. I know you think everyone is worth your help, and I’m not going to try and argue that. What I will say is that everyone that is now in danger in Pinesway is in that danger of their own choosing. They had ample opportunity to leave, they decided not to. Some came from other towns to stake a claim after most residents abandoned the place. In my mind, that’s asking for trouble. Now they have it. You want to do what you can to save them, and I won’t condemn you for trying as long as you also understand that people have to ultimately take responsibility for their own decisions. There is a line between doing what’s needed and going too far. I also wasn’t trying to be obnoxious when I asked how you intended on helping the wounded. It’s not only about getting careless, it’s also about realizing that sometimes there’s just nothing you can do. If you don’t accept that, bad things will happen. That’s a plain truth. I don’t want to see anything happen to you, Enin doesn’t want to see anything happen to you—most of all, Linda doesn’t want to see anything happen to you. I know your desire to help is just that, you’re not trying to be a hero. It’s a noble thing to do. What I’ve always worried about is that one day you might end up being too noble. You want to help, fine, help where you can, but understand that some risks help no one and can hurt others. We need you back here.”
     Ryson exhaled heavily and did the best he could to reassure his friend. “I’ll be careful. You have my word.”
     Sy offered one more reminder to the delver about the challenges he faced. “Remember, the people in Pinesway knew raids like this were coming. They still wanted to stay. Although you might want to, sometimes you can’t save people from themselves. You have to let them be.”
     Enin suddenly offered his own opinion on the matter. He spoke with a greater weight to his voice as if he wanted to offer a deeper understanding. “What the captain says is very true. Do not dismiss it, my friend. You can’t save people from themselves, and even more so, you can’t keep people from their fate.”
     Ryson found the last statement too confusing to ignore. “You’re saying that anyone that dies in this raid was supposed to die.”
     “I’m saying there are things beyond our control,” Enin explained almost sternly, “things that each individual must face on his own. It isn’t always good, but for whatever reason, it must be faced. We might not like everything that happens, but things happen for a reason. Keep that in mind. It will serve you well both now and in the future.”
     “Not sure I understand that, not even sure I want to,” Ryson admitted. “Anyway, I need to leave now. I should hit Pinesway before the sun sets and I’ll be back here before the sun rises. Linda thinks I’m out on a scout with Enin so she won’t expect me back until late tomorrow anyway. She doesn’t need to know or worry, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell her where I’m going.”
     “She won’t see me,” Enin declared. “I’m returning to my house. There’s something I need to look into myself. I’ll be busy for some time.” Enin paused to take a deep look at the delver. He then took a small jewel from his pocket. “You’ll be fine, but if you need help, really need help, hold this tight in your palm and think of me.”
     Ryson took the gem and held it loosely in his hand. It felt near weightless and he couldn’t identify it. Its color changed with each passing moment. “Never saw one of these before. What kind of stone is it? It’s not a ruby, diamond, or emerald.” 
     “It’s not a natural stone. I made it. If you need me, however, it will tell me. That’s all that’s important. Good luck to you.” Enin said no more, he simply walked out the door.
     Sy looked from the stone to the delver to the door that Enin walked through. “I may not understand him, but I think I am actually getting used to him. And I know I’m thankful every day that he’s here with us.” Sy turned his attention back to the delver. “Anyway, just so you know, I am going to send men to the outskirts of Pinesway. I’m not going to order them into town, but they will have orders to strike any group of dark creatures they can handle safely. Any stray goblins that try to leave or enter are not going to have an easy time of it. They’re also going to warn any travelers and help any stragglers that have escaped the town that make it to the open roads. Keep that in mind for yourself and anyone that you meet up with. You won’t be completely alone.”
     Ryson looked once more at the stone in his hand and then deposited it in his own pocket. “I guess not. Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
     With that, the delver dashed out of the office.



Chapter 5

     “Hello, brother.” The voice that greeted Enin filled the air with emotion, and this emotion spanned the spectrum of feelings. It held joy drifting toward anger, happiness betrayed by sadness, enthusiasm cut off by indifference. The inhabitant of this otherwise hollow region made no attempt to temper the tone of his voice. Instead, he allowed the opposing passions of these two simple words to vibrate incessantly around the space of this shadowy realm that he himself created.
     Enin firmed himself against the icy shivers that always rode down his spine whenever he entered this place. He could feel the intense emotions biting at his very flesh and the cold tingle reminded him just how much he hated coming here. He spoke quickly in response as if hoping to brush off any lasting echoes or at the very least to quickly diminish the sentiment of the greeting.
     “I am not your brother, Baannat.” 
     Enin’s tone held no such dueling emotional ambiguity. His words rang quite clearly of caution and distrust.
     Baannat, however, was not so easily swayed. Even more emotion spilled out of his words that followed. 
     “Not brothers? Well, no. Perhaps not in the way lesser creatures see relations, but you have to admit they are rather limited in their understanding of things. Sometimes you have to go beyond the limits, expand your definition. Think of that, brother. We do that all the time, you and I. We constantly expand what we can do, what we can sense, what we understand. In this context, we are more closely related than these inferior things that call themselves siblings. Just because they spilled out of the same mindless creature that bore them, that’s enough for them to feel some kind of bond. You wish to ignore the bond we have? You acknowledge it every time you come here. We certainly are brothers. Look at the similarities. It goes far beyond our simple meetings here, it goes to the very breadth of our abilities, abilities that no other can match. We both cast white magic, and we both cast with two perfect circles…”
     “That is where the similarities end.”
     “Perhaps they do, but in that alone we are more alike than any so-called ‘relation’ of these lesser beings with which you tend to waste so much time.”
     In truth, Enin could not be exactly sure if there were any further similarities, for while Baannat was eager to be heard, he remained less willing to be seen. He masked his visual presence from Enin with shadow and distortion. Enin never got a good look at his adversary, thus he could only guess as to what Baannat truly was. Despite this lack of knowledge, Enin remained resolute in his belief that he had little in common with Baannat, and they were certainly not brothers. 
     “We are not alike, we are very much opposite,” Enin stated.
     Baannat almost allowed a cackle to slip across his tongue, but he held it back in order to torment his guest further. “Opposites, you’ve talked about that with me before, haven’t you? Opposing sides and such, it is almost necessary according to your concept of existence. It is all for the sake of balance. Isn’t that what you always say? And balance is so very important. It explains those things which you can’t explain. Perfection is impossible to obtain because perfection is out of balance. These lesser creatures must face hardships for the sake of balance.”
     “That is only part of it,” Enin replied stoically.
     “And what are the other parts again?”
     “You know them as well as I do. Lessons need to be learned. Paths need to be followed. When the time comes, decisions need to be made. These ‘lesser beings’, as you refer to them, must be allowed to make certain choices…”
     “But not everything is a choice,” Baannat quickly interrupted.
     “Choices must be made without prejudice—with balance.”
     “And is that why you won’t act against this serp that is currently making problems for you and your friends? You’re afraid of tipping the balance?”
     At the mention of the serp, Enin grew slightly more suspicious of Baannat. He had not mentioned Sazar as of yet, but in truth, that meant little. Baannat certainly had ways to see into the land, to know of events as they happened. It was not beyond reason to expect that Baannat knew of the serp’s actions.
     “I do not act for many reasons, it’s not my time, nor is it my place,” Enin declared with a distinct tone of certainty. “I will not interfere in the workings of grander designs.”
     “Ahh, when we don’t talk about balance we always come back to these thoughts of destiny and fate. You think we all have some part to play in this grand scheme, it’s all pretty much set in stone.”
     “No, not set in stone, as I’ve said to you many times before. The event may be set, but the choice is not. I’ve tried to explain it to you, but you just can’t grasp it. Is it because you can’t see it?”
     “I see everything that is important to see,” Baannat growled with more than a hint of displeasure.
     “Your weakness,” Enin noted. “You don’t like to admit that there are things beyond your understanding.”
     “There are many more beyond yours.” This time, there existed a great mix of emotion in these words, and again, Baannat allowed the depth of these opposing feelings to pulsate freely through the air of his realm.
     Enin did his best to brush the vibrations from his being. “Those things I do not understand, I do not wish to know. It does not benefit me to know why some twisted individuals gain favor in taking advantage of others. I do not profit from insight of actions spawned by selfish greed. And I certainly do not grow in spirit from understanding why some beings, whether they be lesser or greater, would choose to bring pain and torment to the innocent. You have clearly probed such things, and you understand them far better than I. With that, there is one clear truth—this knowledge has not strengthened you in any way shape or form.”
     “One day you will discover that is not as clear a truth as you would like to believe,” Baannat growled, holding only the emotion of hate.
     “That day shall not come to pass.”
     Baannat’s tone returned to its previous mix of emotions—the hate remaining, but mixed in with so many other trembling sentiments. “And yet again we return to the anchor of your miscalculated beliefs, your ideas of fate. You think you won’t have to face me because it falls to this delver. You keep on believing that.”
     Thinking of the delver, Enin allowed his own passions to stir much more intensely. “And you go right on hoping you won’t have to face Ryson Acumen. He senses you.” With that said, Enin seized on a new vibration he had not felt before. “You know that, don’t you? You are aware the delver can feel your presence, even though you are in hiding, he can actually sense you.”
     Baannat did not reveal any concern. “He’s a delver, he senses lots of things, or maybe I’m just playing with him, or playing with you for that matter. However, my patience is not limitless as you well know. Why are you here?”
     Enin made no attempt to mask his intentions. “I am here because of the serp you have already mentioned. I am also here because of the delver. The moment that the serp attacked an abandon town, Ryson Acumen sensed you. I came here to find out if you are in any way connected to the serp’s most recent actions or if it is simple coincidence.”
     “Is that a question?”
     “I never intended on asking you directly, because I know I would not be able to trust whatever answer you gave me.”
     “Then a pointless trip here?”
     “Baannat, your power nearly equals mine. You know what I can do, because you know what you can do. Do you really think I need to speak to you to find out if you are involved with this serp’s actions?”
     “You always get me with your logic.”
     “It’s not logic, it is truth. I came here simply to gauge the echoes of magic. If you were involved, I would feel it, and thus, I would know it. I have been here long enough to see that you do not have a hand in this as of yet. That, Baannat, is quite long enough for me. Hopefully, I will not see you again any time soon.”
     Before Enin could leave, however, Baannat spoke up to ensure he would be heard.
     “You wish to leave before we have had our fun? That is not very nice of you. I’m almost embarrassed to call you brother.”
     “Must we go through this every time I come here?” Enin asked without masking his tone of annoyance. 
     Baannat matched Enin’s tone with an expression of indignation. “You are the one complaining? You come to my realm unannounced, come here of your own volition and without invitation, and yet you always wish to protest when I ask this small thing of you. It’s not like I asked you here and it’s not like I put any barriers to prevent you from entering. You come when you like, you leave just as quickly.  Is it so much to ask for you to carry out this one little thing for me?”
     “It is tiresome and wasteful,” Enin replied plainly. “We accomplish nothing, the result is always the same and yet you insist on this silly game each time I come here.”
     “Would you rather I spend my time designing ways to prevent you from coming here? Or perhaps you would rather me focus on finding ways to drop in on you when you are in your home? Hmmmm, that’s an idea. How would you like that, brother? How would you like it if I just popped in on you without word or notice?”
     “I would not like it, nor would I allow it to happen more than once.”
     “A threat?” Baannat laughed.
     “Call it what you like.”
     Baannat became hostile at the indifference in Enin’s voice. “Very well, I will call it an empty threat.”
     “As I said, call it what you like.”
     Long silence gripped the space between the two magic-casters. Finally, Baannat spoke again, but this time with glee in his voice. “You have not left yet, so I take it you are willing to have a bit of fun.”
     “If you are intent on wasting your time, then I will not prevent you in seeing the outcome we already know.”
     “Excellent! What shall we work with today? Fire against ice?”
     “We did that last time. If we are to do this, let us at least try to make it somewhat interesting.”
     The moment Enin finished his sentence, he could not see Baannat’s glare, but he could most definitely feel it. 
     “Very well,” Baannat responded with a cold chill. “Let us try something new and a bit different. We will both try to fill the space of my realm, as always, but this time I will cast light and you will cast shadow. Let us see if you can cast darkness with the same power as you cast the others.”
     “Shadow is not necessarily darkness or a dark power as you imply,” Enin responded confidently. “Shadow is the byproduct of light, plain and simple. There is nothing inherently evil about it, only when it is corrupted by the magic-caster. Shadow is cooling shade on a hot day, shadow is relief to tired eyes from a bright sun, shadow is the contrast for even more vibrant colors. You see, Baannat, I can find the true power in all the facets of the magic we possess. That is why I always win this game.”
     Baannat giggled. “We shall see.”
     In an instant, the shadowed figure opposing Enin waved his hands and two rings of white energy danced at his finger tips. They exploded in a blast of white hot light which flowed outward as if radiating from a pulsating star. The white light quickly changed to a deep yellow as if the midday sun filled the room. The light began to swirl about taking the shape of a pinwheel twirling in a gale wind.
     Enin raised his hands and two circles of pure white power flowed about his wrists. He threw his arms outward and the two circles flew from him in opposite directions. The moment they struck the yellow twirling light bathing the very air, the white circles turned gray and the darkness began to intertwine in the space between the ribbons of pale gold. 
     The pulsating light fought back against being invaded. It pushed to one side and then another, but as it did Enin’s creation of shadow circled around and filled more areas between the swirls. Back and forth the two forces pressed against each other, twisting and twirling about this empty space like two intertwined tornados of completely opposite rotations. 
     Eventually the give and take between the two forces ebbed, and the areas of yellow light and dark gray became fixed. The weight of the two were very close to equal, but even to an unassuming eye it was clear that there was slightly more shadow than light.
     “It was an interesting show,” Enin offered almost apologetically, “but we always come to the same conclusion, don’t we?”
     “So far,” Baannat replied without bitterness in losing. If anything, the blurred figure appeared to be smiling, but Enin could never be sure.
     “Since our game is over, I will be on my way.”
     “It is over—for now.” 
     With that said, Enin simply walked out of this shapeless place and returned to his study where he would await the entrance of another.



Chapter 6

     Joel Portsmith found little comfort in escaping the rock beetle. After deciding to return to his home, the ever changing circumstances of the goblin attack continued to affect his movements. He stayed near building walls and behind as much cover as available, but never ventured fully inside a structure beyond a porch or an open stable area. As long as he remained moving on the streets, he kept his ultimate destination in mind. He feared the moment he entered a building that might seem to offer security, he would lose this focus. Confusion ruled Pinesway, and screams of torment continued to echo through the cluttered alleys. He knew there was no true safe place to hide, and he had no intention of lulling himself into a false sense of security by muffling the encroaching sounds of doom with four walls, a locked door, and a dark corner. 
     He encountered quite a few others in his path, many more people in fact than he ever expected. With each block he crossed, he witnessed one or two fleeing in senseless, helpless, panic. Others remained hidden behind carts or under porches, and almost all wore a glassy-eyed, dumbfounded expression. These thieves and hooligans were no longer the predators of unsuspecting wanderers that ventured unwittingly into their hands. Instead, creatures of a nightmare now hunted them, and their minds were ill-equipped to deal with such irony. Many did not wish to speak to him, those that did often made little sense. A mix of fear, anger, horror, and confusion slurred their words as well as their meaning. When he was able to obtain viable information from a few of the less bewildered, he cursed at the news. 
     “They’re herding us here like cattle,” he grumbled to himself. “They’ve got us surrounded and now they’re heading inward. No wonder everyone is running in every direction. Running east is as bad as heading west, same thing in every direction, bad news. I don’t think there’s any way out of here. Ok, doesn’t matter. I’m not looking to leave. I just have to get home, have to keep moving as long as possible in that direction. I wonder how far I can get.”
     He avoided contemplating this question again for as long as he could. Eventually, however, he was forced to a stop. His careful movements brought him a fair distance away from the town’s center square and about six blocks from his home. Unfortunately, at this point he encountered a segment of the goblins’ forward line. To make matters worse, this particular group of monsters showed no sign of advancing. They stood in a loose formation with clear lines of sight in several directions. They cut off every path he could see that offered a way to his planned destination. 
     Joel crouched low and avoided attention, but it was not something he could do forever. “I could double back, but that’s not going to get me where I want to go. Ok, not the situation I had in mind, but this ain’t a festival parade, either. Face facts, it was going to come down to a fight eventually. Might as well start it here, just don’t want to end it here.”
     Joel took a long look down the street towards a group of goblins that staked out a crossroad in front of him. They crouched low and their small stature made them difficult targets, but they seemed to show no care toward finding cover. For the most part they stood out in the open, as if they held no fear of attack, or perhaps it was just their way of being seen so that any panicked human wouldn’t dare try to pass them.
     Joel remained hidden from their sight as he contemplated the situation. “I got a clear shot at a few of them right now. If I fire from here, though, they’re going to see me.” He paused to look back over his shoulder. “And no real good escape from here, either. Once I take my shots, I’m gonna have to move, but I gotta move smart. Not going to get trapped here.”
     Joel remained careful to stay out of sight and always remained mindful of the sounds of the hook hawk that remained in the distance. The thought of the rock beetle gave him a cold shudder, but there wasn’t much he could do about that nightmare. If it was under his feetat that very moment,  he’d never know it. 
     Instead, he focused on his main objective and toward that end he needed two things—a covered spot to take out a few goblins with his crossbow, and then a safe path of retreat. That path had to allow him a route away from the goblins and not to a dead end. He wanted his withdrawal to take him a safe distance away, but also allow him to turn back in a direction toward his home. 
     Scanning the row of buildings, he found a secure spot to shoot fairly quickly. An emptied and ransacked merchant store had two broken windows facing the goblin line. It also fronted an equally empty warehouse that included a broken delivery door that opened to a back alley. Calculating the distance from the storefront to the goblin position, he believed he could hit his targets. The cover of the store would allow him to take at least two or three clean shots from the windows, maybe even four. With the windows already broken he wouldn’t make much noise. 
     Still standing in one spot, the goblins didn’t look too concerned with facing an attack at this particular moment, so he believed he could catch them off guard. Once he fired, he hoped that before they could get a clear lock on his position he could move back through the storefront, into the warehouse, and then out into the alley. 
     The alley ran parallel to a street he needed to cross to get back home, so he could follow this path for as long as necessary. If the goblins called for reinforcements, they would have to close in tight, and that would open some holes in their line. He just needed to create enough havoc to distract the goblins enough for him to get through.
     He took his position in the store and stared down through his line of fire. He wouldn’t get a better chance than this. “It’s getting darker,” he whispered to himself. “Shadows are getting longer, must be near sunset. Don’t want to do this in the dark, that’s their advantage, not mine. Ok, best do it now and get it over with.”
     He carefully slid the crossbow down from over his shoulder and took hold of the stock. His hand trembled slightly at first, but with a quick breath, he steadied himself. He loaded the first bolt, and decided not to take any more time to think. His decision was made and it was time to fire.
     The first bolt found its mark in the neck of an unsuspecting goblin. The creature spun around twice upon being hit before crumpling to the ground. The other goblins jumped at first and Joel thought they might scatter. Something, however, seemed to grip them in place as they stood frozen in dumbfounded awe of the sight. They looked back and forth from the downed monster to the streets as if trying to determine from where the attack came. The spiraled movement of the victim’s fall, however, left them looking in the wrong direction. 
     Joel allowed himself a short nod to his luck as he loaded another bolt. He took aim, but this time his fortune did not smile with the same benevolence. The bolt flew straight and true, but it smashed against the thick metal chest guard of another unmoving goblin. The creature was stunned as it was knocked off its feet, but the bolt did not penetrate the armor and the goblin was unhurt. It appeared to peer right at the window from where the bolt came.
     Joel ducked low, mumbled a curse as he loaded a third bolt and moved over to the second window. When he raised his head slightly to get a look at the situation, the curses faded.
     The goblins remained unmoving and in the open, almost as if standing in a dazed stupor. They looked in all directions and none made a move toward his position. He decided to gamble at this point. He fired the crossbow once more and quickly reloaded, fired again, reloaded and fired a third time. He ducked down and moved back to the first window, popped his head up, and took another long look while he loaded yet another bolt. He could see that luck swung back to his favor. All three bolts found a victim and now there were four goblins on the ground already dead, or mortally wounded. The remaining goblins lost their stoic nature and now moved in pure panic. They hissed and growled as they dove for cover or ran in every direction. They appeared to care very little for determining the source of fire, and thus Joel did not make an immediate attempt to leave the store.
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     Sazar immediately sensed the attack on his goblins. He felt the loss of the minion almost as if someone plucked a scale from his skin. As he stood in a dusty warehouse, he peered out a half broken window toward the north.
     “What’s this?” he asked himself. He flipped through a myriad of images in his mind. He saw Pinesway from varying perspectives through the flashes of sensations he obtained from his goblins. He quickly categorized the different sections of town and immediately sharpened his focus on the area of the attack. He could visualize the goblin dead on the ground with a crossbow bolt in its neck. 
     “Crossbow fire, but just one shot,” the serp mused. “I wonder where from. There will be another I’m sure.” Sazar linked his thoughts directly to the goblins in this precise area. The images of the other sections of town quickly blurred out of his mind. With his attention narrowly focused on goblins near the point of the assault, his contact with the other monsters in town broke off. For these minions, the orders Sazar previously pressed into their minds would remain in the forefront of their thoughts, but they were also now more or less on their own.  
     “Stay as you are,” the serp whispered to a thread of energy that instantaneously brought the command to the goblins that stood near Joel’s position. They did not hear it with their ears, but it rang in their thoughts as if the order had been shouted from a mountain top. “Keep your eyes to the buildings toward the center of town. Look for movement.”
     At that moment, the serp actually felt the bolt that Joel had fired into the chest armor of the second goblin. So powerful was the link to this creature that Sazar almost lost his breath. He followed the gaze of this fallen but unhurt goblin, and Sazar believed he knew where the attacker hid. He focused more strenuously on the sight that came crisper into his mind. Seizing the very vision of the goblin at the scene, the serp saw movement of shadows through a broken window.
     “Yes, there he is. This one is getting brave. Can’t let that happen.” He refocused his thoughts on the band of goblins. “Split into two groups and sur…”
     His complete order never reached the goblins. Another bolt found a goblin’s ear and the creature screamed. The sudden explosion of pain and sound surprised the serp for only a moment, but it was a moment long enough. Another bolt found its mark and a goblin collapsed, dead instantly with a bolt lodged past the arm hole of its chest guard and into the creature’s black heart. A third and final bolt also hit its target, piercing a goblin’s cheek and through its mouth. This goblin could not scream, but it gurgled in agony. 
     The serp endeavored to refocus his link with the goblins that were under attack, but the creatures’ own delirious panic overrode such an attempt. They broke formation under the stress, ignored any whisper of the serp’s commands that tried to enter their thoughts, their minds clouded with their own fear. Sazar’s words could reach their minds, but it could not break through the haze of terror that now gripped their every concern. They ran and hissed, scrambled and screeched. They showed little regard for anything else other than searching for cover from the unseen attack. They moved without direction other than the desire to avoid the next bolt.
     “Incompetent imbeciles,” Sazar growled. He quickly ended his link with these goblins, deciding further attempts to corral them would be futile. Images from his other minions slowly began to filter back into his mind once more. He sensed no other calamity throughout the town and he drank in the relief that this instance of resistance appeared to be completely isolated. Still, he needed to address the issue to ensure that it would not spread. He immediately redirected the hook hawk to cover the area from above.
     He considered sending the rock beetle as well, but quickly dismissed the thought. The beetle remained in its position chomping away on the remains of the two goblins the serp had commanded to be its meal. More importantly, the beetle remained stationed in a strategic position that cut off the river rogue from the rest of the town. With his ring of goblins tightening on the center of Pinesway, the serp wished to keep the territorial river rogue from venturing beyond its claimed land. The rogue could no doubt smell the rock beetle and would remain defensive of its position as opposed to curious about the upheaval near the town’s center. 
     “Can’t rely on the goblins, though,” Sazar lamented to himself. “My other shag is too far across town. Best to send the big one.”
     With that, Sazar directed a mental command to the large shag that served as the serp’s personal body guard and was doing nothing more at the moment then standing guard outside the building. The shag grunted, crouched low, and bounded off toward the center of chaos that was all that was now left of Pinesway.
#
     Ryson circled Pinesway from the edges of the surrounding forest before he even considered entering the town. He dashed through the trees in a blur of movement, quickly taking glimpses of each road that became visible as he traveled. The river that cut across the northwest section of town proved to be his only true obstacle. He could have cut across the shallow water with ease, but he did not wish to deal with the hazards of soaking his feet and lower legs with the bitter cold water. Just because the flowing river kept ice from forming didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerously cold. He also decided to avoid the bridge crossing when he spotted a river rogue crouched low beneath the span. 
     The creature seemed satisfied to remain still and let the events unfold in the town without its participation. It seemed content to guard its own small territory, so Ryson decided to leave it alone. 
     Instead, the delver scurried up a large willow tree, scampered over leafless branches and through vines that hung down and across the flowing river, then leapt across to the thick branches of a wild cherry tree. Once he darted down the trunk of this tree, he was across the river and continued his initial scout.
     The delver cared little for what he saw. The goblins he visually pinpointed numbered at least a hundred. Since he could see only the outskirts of the town and not far into the center, he believed the true number to stand at a much higher total, perhaps three or four times as many. The creatures surrounded the town’s outer boundaries, strategically covering each significant entranceway. The movements and sounds he could detect from deeper into the collection of structures indicated the devious monsters were closing in on the town square from all directions. Anyone trapped inside appeared to have little chance for escape just as he found little hope for a way to enter undetected. He knew he could bolt at top speed past the stationed guards at just about any point without risking injury, but his movement would be detected. At this point, he still did not have a precise plan, and thus, he wished to avoid being spotted.
     Very early in his scout, he noticed the presence of a mammoth shag guarding a large warehouse near the southern entrance. Ryson recognized this monster. Sazar used this creature as a personal body guard, thus the delver remained certain Sazar was in that building and more likely than not directing the goblins’ movements. 
     Ryson now felt certain that Sazar was up to more than a simple raid for supplies or a blood hunt for his goblins to release their dark desires. Everything he saw pointed to the goblins securing the town. The problem remained that he could not truly know why. Sazar was not allowing anyone to escape, thus he could be targeting an individual or a group. Pinesway was now a haven for thieves and bandits, perhaps they stole something he coveted. Ryson also considered that the serp may have simply wanted to pick the town clean and his tactics kept any humans from escaping with possible treasure. The truth of the matter was that Ryson simply could not be certain of the serp’s intentions without further information.
     The delver quickly took a path south through the trees further into the forest. Once past the southern edge of town, he circled back up and came to face the main entrance where he first spied the large shag standing guard outside the warehouse. Remaining hidden, he closed his eyes and focused his attention on what he could hear; guttural shouts of goblins mixed in with an intermittent human scream and a shriek from a hook hawk off to the northeast. He tried to put a picture to the sounds and could only imagine the uncompromising forward movement of the goblins against a terrified group of humans. 
     Suddenly, he picked up sounds that were quite out of place. Grumbling growls of goblins were replaced by new screams of pain, screams from a goblin, not a human. Moments later, more goblin squeals of tumultuous confusion. Ryson tried to pinpoint the area but could only guess it was occurring slightly to the west of the center of town. Wherever it was, goblins were now in a fit of disorder. Adding to his curiosity over this turn of events, the shag guarding the outside of the warehouse stirred from its statue-like stance and hurried off toward the direction of the commotion.
     “Interesting,” Ryson stated the obvious to himself. “He’s going somewhere in a hurry. If Sazar is in that building, he just lost his guard.”
     The delver considered that point only for an instant. There were two goblins circling the building, but they were useless in terms of protecting the serp. Ryson could enter the warehouse and be out of their sight before the goblins even knew he was in town. A clear path to the serp offered itself right before him, yet his eyes focused on another path, that of the shag.
     “He’s going in the direction of the commotion. I’d bet on it. That means the goblins are having some trouble, or someone is giving them more than they can handle. The shag is going to clean up the mess. That’s the only answer that makes sense.”
     In the end, the delver’s curiosity regarding the shag’s destination proved more enticing than the open path to the now unprotected Sazar. In truth, thoughts of the serp faded from his focus, washed out by the questions regarding this new turn of events. His delver instincts called for him to answer these questions. 
     As if to punctuate this desire, the movement of the hook hawk also caught his attention. Where it had been circling the eastern section of town, it was now curving its path to the west. It let out a spine shivering shriek when it passed the center of town, and its swooping, semi-circular flight path led it in the same direction as the shag was charging toward.
     Thoughts of Sazar now disappeared completely from Ryson’s mind. He eyed the path of the shag and quickly noted how the goblins guarding the streets cast a wary glance upon the loping monster. Their natural fear of the shag overrode the serp’s order to keep a watchful eye on the entrance ways to the town. For a brief moment, their attention focused firmly upon the shag, and that was all the distraction the delver needed.
     In a blur of motion, Ryson dashed across the open land that stood between the tree line of Dark Spruce Forest and the first structures of Pinesway. He darted behind one building and then around another before the goblins that guarded this area lost sight of the lumbering shag. They never saw the delver, and thus Sazar never gained an image of Ryson’s entrance into Pinesway.
#
     With the goblins in disarray, Joel watched with less worry over being spotted in the merchant shop. He peered through the broken window and watched as the goblins scattered in different directions. He raised the crossbow several more times and fired bolts into their midst. He never hit his mark now that they moved in haphazard fashion. He tried to lead a target, but the goblins turned and twisted with each racing step they took. He never guessed correctly which way his target would turn and thus all his bolts ended up lodging into the walls of surrounding structures or the sides of emptied carts. Still, the continued crossbow fire added to the commotion. He noted that several more goblins began to appear in his view both further off to the north and south of his current position.
     “Ok, they’re starting to take notice and they’re moving in from other directions to see what’s going on. If I’m going to find an opening, it should be soon.”
     He crouched low as he tossed the crossbow back over his shoulder and made a path to the back of the store. He kicked away a loose panel that blocked his way to the rear warehouse and pushed through the litter of this larger open space. Before he leapt out into the alley, he leaned out slightly to take a quick look up and down the path. He saw nothing other than the debris of broken barrels and crates. Just as he took his first step out into the open, he heard the shriek of the hook hawk.
     “Not good!” Joel shook his head. The alley was narrow, but most of the buildings in this area were only one story high and offered little cover overhead. “Can’t change it now, and can’t get caught here.”
     Joel took off in a slow trot to the south, clinging to walls as best he could while still keeping a respectable pace. He needed to create some distance between himself and the point where the goblins were now congregating. He believed if he could get at least three blocks down, he might have a chance to turn out of the alley and make a break toward his home. 
     Another shriek of the hook hawk turned his skin cold. He braved a look up and back over his shoulder. He caught the spiraling shadow of a large winged creature. The sun was low in the southwestern sky, and with the shadow behind him, he calculated the beast to be flying very low and almost directly over his head. He stopped dead in his tracks. He believed he could actually hear the wind ruffling through twisted feathers very nearby, much too close to give him anything other then a sense of his own mortality. He flattened himself against the wall, offering as little a target to the sky as possible. A breeze struck his face and he tensed, expecting to feel the cold hard talons pierce his shoulders, but the pain never came. 
     The hook hawk shrieked a third time. This time the sound came further off to his right. He heard the terrified squeal of a goblin in the same area. Joel moved away from the side of the building and toward the center of the alley to risk taking a better look. Into the sights of the sun, he saw the darkened outline of the hawk swooping further up into the sky. He then saw the shadow pass along the ground in front of him and made out the outline of a small figure clasped in the talons of the bird. 
     “Bad luck for that goblin, good luck for me. That had to scatter the others over there. If I have a chance, it’s now. OK, just have to make it over there as fast as I can.”
     Joel decided to bet the commotion of the hook hawk and his previous crossbow fire might have distracted and confused the goblins enough to offer him his best chance at a break through their lines. With the hook hawk now more interested in a meal than watching the ground, he believed there was no better time for a quick sprint out of the alley and toward his home. As he bounded out into an open street, the sight of the monstrous shag running right toward him dissolved any confidence he had gained.
#
     Ryson found it almost painfully simple to follow the shag without being noticed. The shag ran with a single minded purpose, always looking forward, moving at a steady pace. It never stopped to sniff the wind or to check its flank. It only ran onward in a northern direction. The monster took to the main roads and traveled with a confidence as if it had journeyed on these streets before. In reality, it simply followed the instructions the serp had placed in its mind, and thus, it gave no care to its surroundings or worries at becoming lost.
     As for the goblins that Ryson ventured near, their attention would always fall to the giant shag. Despite knowing that this horrible giant was an ally as opposed to a threat looking to make a meal of them, they could not dampen their own instincts. It was simply impossible for them to remain calm when it bounded past them. The sight of the creature demanded their attention as well as their caution whenever it was near. Every ounce of their being commanded they remain watchful of this natural predator. 
     The delver used this distraction to his own advantage and dashed by any sentry points with relative ease. As long as he remained a certain distance behind the shag, he could count on extended moments of goblin diversion. Block after block, he moved in a repetitive sequence. He would case the goblin positions, wait for the shag to catch their attention, dart across any open area, take cover behind a new set of structures, and then begin the process over again. Within moments, he closed upon the inner sections of Pinesway and quickly became disgusted with what he witnessed.
     The goblins had not raided this town for supplies, at least not yet. It was clear that they had focused solely on eradicating all the human inhabitants that remained of Pinesway. The delver crossed several victims dead in the streets, some obviously pulled from houses, others shot down while trying to escape. He saw no signs of mercy, just the opposite. The goblins’ trail of devastation showed a clear indication of their savage strategy. They entered buildings quickly, breaking through doors and windows. Their progress through town made it clear they spent no time searching for valuables. They simply forced all inhabitants out into the streets, either to be killed on sight or to be driven further into the center of town. Knowing from his initial scout that the goblins completely surrounded Pinesway, he imagined this scene of brutality existed in a full circle around the town.
     Still, his attention remained on following the shag that continued its unrelenting trek through the streets. Beyond avoiding their attention, Ryson dismissed the growing numbers of goblins he encountered. He also almost ignored the swirling flight of the hook hawk, but the appearance of this creature changed the dynamic of the situation. It shrieked several times and the goblins were now less concerned with the shag and more troubled by this flying beast. And for good reason as one goblin fell victim to the gripping talons that carried it back up into the dying light of the dusk sky.
     The delver watched this riveting scene for only a moment as his own instincts rang a loud warning. Ahead of him, the shag suddenly veered from its forward path and turned to the right. By its movements, Ryson believed the shag was now near its destination. When the monster crouched low and its step altered from a traveling pace to a hunting stalk, the delver knew the situation had altered dramatically. As if to confirm his instincts, an elderly man looking somewhat winded and carrying a crossbow over his back stumbled out directly in the monster’s path.
     The shag would have snatched the old man from where he stood in three heartbeats if Ryson had not acted. The delver now completely ignored the surrounding goblins. He bounded out behind his cover and dashed toward the shag in a blur of motion. His hands came over the top of his shoulder to grab the hilt of the Sword of Decree that was sheathed on his back. With a sweeping motion, he pulled the blade free at the same time that he cut across the path of the monster. In one continuous movement, he slashed the blade upward toward the shag’s shoulder as he twisted himself in a midair leap. The tip of the blade struck the matted fur of the giant, and as it cut through the monster’s coat and sliced into skin, the shag screeched in pain as if the small cut had past through its very core. 
     Ryson landed on his feet directly between the shag and the old man. He held tight to the sword with both hands as he peered into the eyes of his adversary. The blade of the sword glowed with the brilliance of the mid-day sun, but this was not the only enchantment the sword released in this instant. As Ryson’s gaze locked onto the shag, he felt the link to the serp, and as was its power, the magical sword decreed Sazar’s desires as clearly as if the delver could read it on parchment. 
     Ryson saw what Pinesway would become under the serp’s control—a breeding ground for goblins, a growing threat to every human outpost, town, and city for leagues in all directions. As the picture of this town in the future became clearer in his mind, he could not fathom the number of monsters it would hold. Like an overpopulated anthill, the buildings of Pinesway would burst near the seams with thousands upon thousands of dark creatures. In this vision, he understood the true power of the goblin horde, a number so large they could simply inundate any target they chose. And this nest of monsters would grow as it overtook each human town. Ryson wondered if anything could stop such a force, and he knew even Burbon might eventually fall.
     With such horror, however, there was also hope. Through the sword’s power of declaration, Ryson now also knew what needed to be done to stop this nightmare before it became a reality. He also knew he held in his hands the power to accomplish this task.
#
     “The cursed delver from Burbon!” Sazar hissed. “What is he doing here?” 
     The serp took a moment to concentrate on all the images which passed through his mind. He could visualize the entire town at this moment. His hook hawk stationed itself on a tall grain tower near the center of town, and although it was busy shredding a goblin into an easier meal to swallow, it continued to cast a wary eye in nearly every direction. This panoramic along with the viewpoints of hundred of goblins that still encircled Pinesway gave Sazar a complete picture of the situation. He then focused in on the rock beetle, which was just finishing its own goblin meal. The giant insect stood above ground, but all six legs remained anchored into the dirt street. Sazar could feel the vibrations that the beetle sensed and this allowed his awareness to flow for a great distance outward. 
     Other than the appearance of the delver, every other facet of the raid seemed in perfect order. No other grouping of goblins reported any resistance from the still frightened and fleeing inhabitants of Pinesway. His minions continued to make steady progress in forcing out hiding humans and channeling them to the town center. The borders of the town right to the trees of Dark Spruce that surrounded it remained clear. Through the sensory perception of the beetle, he sensed no coordinated movement other than that of his own forces. In every aspect, he remained in complete control of the battle.
     The appearance of Ryson Acumen, however, left him with more than an uneasy feeling. He hated this delver, for he knew what he was capable of.
     “Why is he here?” Sazar cursed under his breath. “Burbon is his home now. Pinesway holds nothing for him. He is alone to face a goblin raid in an abandoned town. This makes no sense.”
     A realization struck the serp like a clap of thunder. “But is he alone? He is close with the wizard, and the wizard is far too powerful. He could easily disguise himself from me, or even an entire force of the human guard. They could be surrounding us now. As for the wizard, he could be anywhere. He flies as easily as the hook hawk. He could be above the town at any point. He could be above me right now.”
     The serp’s words died off with this assumption. At that instant, Sazar understood what is was like to be Joel Portsmith wondering if a rock beetle was directly underfoot, except the serp now worried if an angry wizard was floating over his head. Sazar looked about in a near panic. He also realized that other than the two goblins that patrolled the exterior of the building he stood within, he was completely alone—unguarded and vulnerable. He sent an immediate command to the monstrous shag that stood before Ryson Acumen.
     Return to me at once!
#
     Ryson stood unyielding between the immense shag in front of him and the old man behind him. His eyes sharpened with a new found confidence. He now knew exactly what Sazar hoped to accomplish, but he also knew exactly what to do to stop the serp. The sword had given him the gift of insight as it had done in the past. There was no longer any question over what he could truly accomplish, how many innocents he could still save, or how he might be able to upset the serp’s plans. His mind held a simple truth of how to stop Sazar from gaining control of Pinesway—now or in the future. He grasped the power to do so in his hands and his body held the capacity in the abilities of being a purebred delver.
     Ryson called back to the old man behind him. “Back away quickly.”
     Joel Portsmith didn’t need to hear a second request. He gladly complied immediately and began back pedaling to the alley from which he came.
     Ryson readied himself for the charge of the shag, believing the monster would move once the old man began to retreat. Movement from the shag, however, was slow in coming. It appeared almost distracted, its eyes nearly vacant. Eventually, it did move, but not in the direction Ryson expected. The beast turned quickly and retraced its previous path in the opposite direction.
     Ryson held firm until certain the shag was indeed in full retreat. He then turned quickly to the old man. “Get back in the alley. Stay under cover.”
     The delver scanned the area quickly registering goblin positions and their apparent readiness to move forward. To his delight, this particular area remained empty of any immediate threats, but even in the fading daylight he could make out dozens of the dark creatures assembling together to the north and south. He darted into the alley to join the old man.
     Ryson sized Joel up quickly and for the most part liked what he saw. While the strain of this day’s events obviously took their toll, the man appeared unhurt and in control of his senses. Considering the magnitude of these events, that in itself was a huge credit to the man’s inner strength. He was armed with a crossbow, but Ryson now knew the weapon was no longer necessary. 
     “My name is Ryson Acumen. I’m a delver from Burbon.”
     “Figured you to be a delver,” the old man said with a very small hint of animosity.
     Ryson ignored the tone. “You alone?”
     “I’m traveling alone, if that’s what you mean.”
     “But you’ve come across others.”
     “’Course I have.”
     “Mostly in the center of town?”
     “Yep.”
     “And where were you headed?”
     Joel pointed over Ryson’s shoulder back to the goblin line. “That way... was heading home.”
     “That will have to wait.” Ryson stated firmly.
     Joel’s eyes narrowed and Ryson knew the man didn’t like taking orders, so the delver spelled the situation out for him. 
     “You’ll get home, alive and in one piece, if you wait. If you go now, the goblins will cut you down. There’s a serp that’s directing all of this. He’s going to reinforce the line where the shag retreated.”
     Joel grunted in annoyance.
     Ryson didn’t wait for him to complain. “You can still get there, you just have to have a bit of patience. I also want you to do something for me. I don’t think you’ll argue too much seeing I just saved your life.” Here, Ryson played on a hunch, a hunch that honor meant something to this man.
     Joel nodded unhappily, but nodded just the same. “What do you need?”
     “I want you to return to the people you passed,” Ryson stated simply. “Don’t take any risks, don’t endanger yourself. Just go back to the center of town, it’s safer there anyway. Tell everyone you meet to find cover and stay put. I’m going to take care of the goblin problem.”
     Joel appeared only mildly surprised, but questioned the delver anyway.
     “Just you?”
     “Just me.”
     “How?”
     “Fear.”
     Joel eyed the delver and the shining sword that he grasped. He could not find it in himself to argue.
     “Ok, I’ll go back and tell everyone help is on the way and to stay out of sight. Getting dark now anyway, probably too dangerous to do anything else. You’ll let us know when you’re done doing whatever it is you’re going to do?”
     “I’ll meet you at the town square.”
     Joel looked to the ground, spit off to the side, took a heavy breath, and simply turned around. He moved down the alley at a cautious steady pace, acknowledging this turn of events with sullen acceptance.
     Ryson believed the man would not go back on his word, and thus quickly turned his attention to the goblins. The Sword of Decree shone brighter now as the light of dusk faded away into twilight. He held a beacon to the goblins that stood off in the distance, a target, but it would not matter. He would move at a speed that was beyond their comprehension. 
     He quickly eyed the growing number of dark creatures in the distance. Ryson reviewed in his mind what he now knew to be the serp’s forces. “Only goblins in this area to deal with, but there’s a hook hawk, a rock beetle, and at least two shags to worry about as well. Shags shouldn’t be too much of a problem, the big one is probably back with Sazar. The hawk just ate and is more a reconnaissance tool than anything else. The beetle could be a danger, just have to keep an eye on the ground so I don’t trip. Sazar did me a favor keeping the goblins in this formation. All I have to do is circle the city in expanding rings working outward. Eventually, I’ll clear them all out.”
     Ryson targeted the closest group of goblins which stood one block to the northeast. He would hit them first. Ryson now better understood Sazar’s power over these creatures. He knew the serp kept them confused and fearful. The serp did not cast spells to influence his minions, but the magical energies that flowed through the air allowed him to press his will upon them. Once Sazar took hold of their minds, he used the magic and their own emotions to keep their individual will in check.
     The delver had enough contact with goblins to understand their minds as well. Individually, they were weak and vulnerable, but as a horde they represented a threat to even the largest beasts. The serp used this natural tendency to belong to a horde along with the goblins weak will to maintain control over a large number. That control, however, would last only as long as the goblins’ individual instinct for survival did not interfere with the serp’s commands. It was this weakness that Ryson intended to exploit. The serp used fear to keep the goblins in check, but a creature of this character could learn to fear many things. If a new fear became larger than the goblin’s fear of the serp, then all bets were off.
     Ryson switched his grip of the Sword of Decree to one hand and held the point out in front of him. The natural starlight around him magnified a hundred fold and he knew he was now visible for great distances. It would draw crossbow fire almost immediately, so he moved with greater swiftness. 
     Like a meteor streaking through the night sky, a ball of light advanced on the goblins. They stood dumbfounded at the scene, totally unable to comprehend who or even what was headed straight for them. A few found the courage to lift a crossbow to fire, but none accomplished firing off a single shot.
     The Sword of Decree spun like a flaming pinwheel in Ryson’s hand. He darted from one goblin to the next in a blur of motion. He stabbed with his sword, but not at vital organs and not with deep thrusts. He forced the blade forward just enough to cut through the swollen rubbery goblin skin at a shoulder, an arm, or an upper leg. When the point of the sword made contact, it burned. Such was the power of the Sword of Decree. It was forged with magic to fight off the shadow trees, and within its blade it had the power to burn souls, even the damned souls of twisted creatures such as goblins. 
     When these goblins felt the burning pain that went deep beyond the wound, they gained a new fear, a great fear. Their thoughts of Sazar dissipated like droplets of water thrown on a blazing inferno. They howled and cowered, most dropping to the ground in twisted, painful terror. So great was their fear, they could not find the strength to run. Ryson decided to give them the incentive to do so.
     When Ryson wounded all he saw, he yelled out like a raving mad man. “This town holds your ruin just as I now hold your souls in this sword. I can make them burn! Leave this place and never return. Leave now and tell all others of your kind what you have felt here in Pinesway! This town is a curse to you and all that enter will die painfully!”
     The goblins of this pack needed no further encouragement.
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     “He is removing them from my control! The sword is enchanted. It’s burning fear into anything it touches, so much fear that I can’t overcome it. He is also moving so fast that before long he will have sent every goblin I command scrambling into the woods.”
     Suddenly, the serp gained yet another perspective that served to increase his disdain for the situation. The rock beetle sensed a new commotion, but this disturbance did not come from the town, it came from the trees, from the areas where his minions now retreated. 
     Sazar seized upon the last fragments of trace images he could obtain from these goblins that surfaced through their panic. He viewed their last visions with increasing alarm. Several fell into an ambush, slaughtered quickly and efficiently.
     “Human soldiers waiting in the woods to attack! They are efficient in weapons. Burbon guards!” 
     Sazar pounded the walls in growing frustration as he now knew that a contingent of Sy’s men had reached a position at Pinesway’s edge. They simply waited patiently for the fleeing goblins to fall into their range. It took little effort for them to dispatch all that came into their path.
     “That means the delver did not come alone,” Sazar bellowed. The rage of frustration, however, soon turned to distress. “These are soldiers of Burbon. If they have come, then perhaps the wizard…”
     Concern over the possible appearance of Enin caused the serp to break off in mid-sentence. He blurted out his own realization, and the importance that it must not come to pass.
     “I will not be trapped here.”
     He sent out an order to his most prized minions. He ordered the rock beetle to burrow underground and tunnel into the forest, and he commanded the hook hawk to immediately take flight high into the night sky. The one shag still engaged in the battle he ordered to escort as many goblins as possible to exit the town through the eastern gate. The large shag was already on its way back to Sazar’s side, thus the serp simply encouraged the monster to move faster. To most of the goblins that still remained under his control, he stopped pressing them forward and instead hastened them to make for the trees in the quickest way possible. He hoped the scattering of the goblins throughout the forest in different directions would make it more difficult for Sy’s guard to eliminate large numbers of them. Sazar sent a final command to twenty goblins that had not yet been fallen upon by the delver. They remained to the southeastern outskirts of town.
     “Move quickly to the square at the town center. You will find groups of humans banded together. Open fire upon them. If you see one moving at great speed holding a shining object, avoid it at all costs. Keep your distance, but continue to fire with your crossbows at any humans you see. Continue this until I call for you.”
     Sazar, in fact, had no intention of calling for these goblins. He was sacrificing them so he could make his own escape.
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     Ryson’s pace quickened, hastened by the fact that the goblins were now in full retreat. He chased them down and continued to stab at them with his sword. He warned each goblin he wounded to flee Pinesway and never return.
     At this point, the goblins needed little incentive to run off. No longer did they feel the pressing demands of the serp to take the town and kill its inhabitants. Instead, they sensed the new turmoil in the air brought about by the delver’s counterattack. They noted the retreat of the shags and the hook hawk. Some were even aware of the rock beetle’s quick disappearance into the ground. Most of the goblins were fleeing in retreat even before Ryson could reach their position.
     In a spiraling pattern that continuously circled outward, Ryson became a blur of light that flashed down streets and alleys. From the distance, he appeared like a flaming arrow streaking through the air. He scorched well over two hundred goblins with his sword before he reached Pinesway’s outer limits. When his path led him around the southern portion of the town, he bounded into the warehouse which he believed the serp used as a hideout. As he expected, the building was now empty, Sazar gone.
     Ryson quickly traced markings on the ground and walls and followed them about the open space and back to the door.
     “He was here alright,” Ryson confirmed to himself as he stepped back out into the night air and inspected more tracks on the ground. “He took off when the big shag returned to him.”
     Realizing tracking the serp further into the forest would gain nothing, Ryson dashed off in a direct path toward the town square. With the sword still in his hands, he lit up the areas he moved through like the welcome sight of the sun after a terrible storm. When he reached the town center, he counted many people still hiding under stairs, beneath broken carts, and within darkened, empty buildings. He found Joel sitting on a bench, slightly hunched over, looking very tired and angry.
     “You alright?” Ryson asked.
     Joel looked up at the delver with an expression of sheer disgust. “Not hurt, but real annoyed. Why does a serp attack an abandoned town?”
     “He wanted to take what the thieves here already stole and he wanted a base.” Ryson responded confidently. “He wanted the whole town. He was going to use whatever he could take here to buy more supplies, more weapons, and more food. Then, he was going to make it a haven for goblins he could control.”
     Joel spat at the ground “Ok, and he was going to kill us all because I guess he didn’t want any humans as neighbors.”
     “Would you want to live next door to a goblin?” Ryson offered, almost a little too lighthearted for Joel’s liking.
     “No, I like living next to abandoned houses. No neighbor is the best neighbor.”
     “Be that as it may…”
     A familiar voice called out from the shadows that interrupted the delver in mid-sentence. “Ryson Acumen! There are goblins to your left about to fire upon you!”
     Ryson immediately recognized the voice, but took no time to acknowledge it. He directed his attention to the few people that were slowly moving out into the open.
     “Everyone get down!” he shouted.
     Most everyone dropped to the ground or dove back to their original hiding places, though some remained too stunned over the events of the day to have much comprehension of what was going on around them. A few stood unsteadily on their feet.
     Whirling to his left, Ryson began to spin the Sword of Decree again in hand like a pinwheel. The shimmering, spinning blade had a dazzling affect on everyone that witnessed it. With the sword still twirling, he turned toward his left and the group of goblins that had been ordered to advance on the town square. He leapt in the air and quickly knocked several goblin arrows out of midair. When the first barrage of goblin fire ended, six long arrows sliced through the air in succession, but these arrows came from the opposite direction and all found their mark in a targeted goblin. Ryson leapt across the remaining distance between himself and the surviving dozen or so goblins. He quickly disarmed several of them, knocking the crossbows out of their hands before they could react. Four more long arrows sizzled past Ryson and four more goblins crumpled to the ground. 
     Now only half of the goblins remained standing and most of these were now weaponless. The delver stabbed at those that still held their crossbows. They shrieked in pain and he offered another warning to them.
     “Leave this place and never return!”
     Before they could move, yet another barrage of arrows cut into their numbers. Another four goblins dropped from their feet, dead before they could hit the ground. The remaining half dozen goblins turned and ran, spitting and hissing in abject fear for their lives.
     Ryson remained still, allowing them to leave and to hopefully spread his warning. These goblins, however, never escaped Pinesway alive. A final salvo of arrows decimated the remaining creatures.
     Ryson shook his head, but turned to greet the friend he now heard walking toward his position. He returned the Sword of Decree to its sheath over his shoulder, as he put on a tired smile.
     Lief Woodson stalked carefully up to the delver, scanning the area for any more goblins. His bow remained in his left hand and his right stood ready to draw several more arrows. 
     Ryson extended his hand and placed it warmly on the elf’s shoulder. He was surprised at the tenseness he felt. The silence became surprisingly unsettling as the elf appeared to almost ignore the delver. If anything, Lief appeared to almost thirst for more targets.
     “Lief, I’m glad to see you and thanks for the warning, but that wasn’t…”
     “Wasn’t what? Necessary?” The elf’s words were cold and seemed in diametric opposition to the blazing hate in his eyes.
     “Well, I’m just not sure if you had to kill them all,” Ryson offered.
     “They are dead and we no longer need worry about what they might do. You should consider that the next time you use your sword upon them. When you strike, make it count.”
     Ryson found the need to defend his actions. “I didn’t want to kill them. I wanted them to fear this place. I don’t want them coming back, or any others for that matter. If they reached the forest, they could tell others and rumors would spread through their ranks.”
     “Enough of them escaped off into the forest for that.” Lief barked. “Too many, in fact.”
     “Well anyway,” Ryson offered hoping to change the tone of the conversation, “I’m glad to see you. Why are you here? How did you know I was here? Did Sy send you?”
     “I have not spoken to your captain of the guard. I was traveling in the woods hunting a river rogue I knew to be in this area. From the distance I could see your sword and I heard the sounds of battle. I joined only a few moments ago. What has happened here?”
     “It was the serp, Sazar,” Ryson answered. “He wanted to control what’s left of this town, use it to entice more goblins to join him.”
     Lief’s eyes seemed to burn even brighter. “If I find this serp, I will end his days. Just as I will end the lives of any other despicable creature I come across.”
     Ryson found the hatred spilling from Lief’s words more than a bit unsettling. “You don’t need to kill him. He’s powerless now. The goblins won’t listen to him. They’re now so afraid of this place that even under his control they won’t enter it. That’s why I didn’t want you to kill those other goblins. The more that get out of here alive, the more will pass on the story of what happened here.”
     “And the more that die,” Lief retorted, “will mean fewer monsters we have to worry about all together. It is time we all started realizing this and all started doing something about it.”
     “What more exactly do you think should be done?”
     “You have to ask?” Lief asked with near disbelief. “It is time to actively meet their threat. It is no longer acceptable to wait and hope for the best, to simply do nothing. It is time we realized that these creatures are a threat and they must be dealt with.” Lief then eyed the delver with an expression that almost revealed suspicion. “You can’t possibly think we should just let these creatures take over?”
     Ryson never thought of simply giving up to the likes of Sazar, that was why he was here. Still, Lief’s answer seemed to swing much too far. “We can defend ourselves certainly, but hunting them down to simply eradicate them isn’t the answer.”
     “Do not tell me what the answer is!” Lief growled. “Trust me, Ryson. This is not the day to debate with me.”
     “It’s not a debate, it’s about unnecessary killing…”
     Lief cut the delver off, allowed him to speak no further as his eyes blazed with a fury that Ryson had not seen before. “You’re right, it’s not a debate! This is no argument and this was not unnecessary killing. It was very necessary. Fire upon you if you do not see! How many did these creatures kill this day? How many did they kill yesterday? How many will they kill tomorrow? You can’t answer any of those questions, but I can answer the last. They will kill no more after today. That is why this is not a debate and I warn you I will not listen to any further of your doubts on the matter.”
     The angry outburst caught Ryson off guard. He stood even more stunned by the tone and the expression than by the elf’s actual words. Finally, he mumbled a question that carried as much concern as confusion. “Are you alright?”
     The elf’s harsh expression faded a little but the emotion in his voice still boiled. His eyes bore into the delver for a moment, but in looking at Ryson, he saw and remembered a friend. The elf bit back his anger enough to offer a limited explanation. “No, I am not alright. I have been banished from my camp, banished by the very same blasted fools that did nothing when Petiole was in charge. Now they feel as if they must redeem their inaction by blaming me. If you are curious as to why I am the way I am now, then I want it to be clear. I hold nothing against you, nothing in any way, but I will no longer listen to anything that defends inaction. Doing nothing when evil is committed is as wrong as committing the evil. These creatures are loathsome monsters that exist to cause others pain. I will not allow them to do so when it is in my power to stop them. Do you understand?”
     Ryson hesitated, he did not want to infuriate the elf further, but he also could not lie. “No, I don’t understand.”
     The elf nearly exploded. He actually turned his back on the delver as he gripped his bow ever tighter. He exhaled heavily and spoke without looking back. “Then, you do not need to understand. As I said before, I hold nothing against you. You have acted far beyond what has ever been asked of you. You do not carry the failings of my camp. You and I will simply have to disagree on the matter, but I will not argue the point with you further. I will not ask for your assistance in what I must do, and you must not try to interfere. I take my leave of you now, and when I find more evil creatures, I will send them back to the darkness that spawned them as well. Good luck to you Ryson Acumen.”
     At that point, the elf simply stalked away into the growing shadows of nightfall.
     Ryson took a quick glimpse around as Lief moved out of sight. He tried to piece together everything the elf just told him, but he could not fully understand the emotions he saw. 
     Suddenly, his thoughts of the elf were washed away by the same recurring sense of emptiness he felt out in the forest with Enin. He felt something beyond empty, something beyond hollow. Again, the word ‘dry’ seemed to fit the sensation, even though he could not explain why. Somewhere—and in no particular direction, for the feeling seemed to exist outside of everything physical— somewhere he traced an inexplicable vibration to a source of energy he could not define. 
     The sensation and his altercation with Lief left him frustrated. He turned about and looked into the face of Joel Portsmith who had left his seat on the bench to join the delver. For now, Ryson put his mind to the safety of those that remained in the square. There were no goblins left in this area, thus for the moment, they were safe.
     Joel Portsmith nodded to the departing shadow of Lief Woodson and decided to add his own sentiments. “Not that it matters to you, delver boy, but I kinda agree with him.”
     Ryson gritted his teeth. He didn’t know this man well, but he didn’t want to hear any more of this. “Well, he was right about one thing. This isn’t the time for a debate.”
     “Nope, arguing won’t do any good,” Joel allowed. "And I don’t want to stand out here much longer. Thanks for clearing a path for me. I can get home from here.”
     Ryson’s confusion now turned on this baffling man before him. “You’re going home?”
     “Somewhere else I’m supposed to go?”
     “I would think you’d want to go someplace else.”
     “You think wrong.” Joel stated almost too simplistically.
     “Listen, this town still isn’t safe. The place has been abandoned. Just because the goblins won’t come back, that doesn’t mean something else won’t come here looking for a meal, like a shag, or a river rogue, or something else. There are worse things out there in the forest, you know.”
     “There are worse things just about everywhere.”
     “Even so, there’s nothing left here.”
     “My home’s here,” Joel stated firmly.
     Ryson decided to point out a truth he just recently learned himself. “A home is where you decide it is, so don’t tell me that. These are buildings, empty buildings that no one is going to return to, no one with any good intentions.” 
     Joel shook his head. “I see where you’re going with this and I really don’t want to hear it. Let’s be honest about this, delver boy, what the blazes else I got left to do, huh? I’m an old man.”
     “Not so old that you weren’t able to survive this attack. You can go to Connel, you can come with me to Burbon. There are cities to the east and coastal towns to the west. You can make a new home.”
     “I’ve already lived on the coast, not going back. And what makes you think I have it in me to start over in Connel or anywhere else for that matter?” 
     “You can start over because you made it through this. If you were going to give up, you’d be dead already. What makes you think you can’t make it in a new town?”
     “Don’t want to.”
     “Don’t want to? What is it you want? To stay here and keep fighting off one monster after another? What happens if a shag comes back or that hook hawk? What then?”
     “What then? I’ll tell you what then. I fight them off or I die. What’s the problem?’
     “The problem is dying for nothing makes no sense.”
     “And who says it’s dying for nothing?” Joel demanded to know. “My wife and I came here to live out the rest of our lives. You know what that means, delver boy? It means we came here to die. Same thing, different words. She held up her part of the bargain. Blast it if I’m not going to hold up my end.”
     Ryson looked into Joel’s dark eyes and he remembered Enin’s words before he left Burbon, sometimes you really can’t save people from themselves. And sometimes people don’t want, or even more importantly, don’t need saving. Sometimes people do what they have to do and you just have to let it go.
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     Sazar skulked away through the trees of Dark Spruce with the path of Pinesway to his back. He remained attuned to the rock beetle that tunneled underground ahead of him. Remaining cautious of ambushes, he commanded the insect to remain on guard for any trembles of motion. The large shag walked in step directly behind the serp while the second and smaller shag brought up the rear with only a few dozen goblins in between.
     Looking over his shoulder in disgust at the remnants of his forces, he cursed to himself over his losses.
     “Where there were once hundreds, I now have but a meager few. Where I had the opportunity to grow beyond measure, I now have to struggle to prevent further losses. I have already lost far too much on this day. The goblins have scattered and now run in fear of this place. I don’t have the power to overcome this and the cursed delver knows it. He did this on purpose, striking directly at what I could not control.”
     The serp hissed as his tail shredded weeds in uncontrolled waves of anger. 
     “I don’t think the wizard was even here. Probably felt I was not worth his time. Look at me now, no longer even worth the delver’s time, or the human guard from Burbon. They let me creep away in retreat.”
     Sazar shook his head and hissed again, this time in disgust. “And so much is true. I am no longer worth their efforts. It will take all my attention to keep these few that still follow me from wandering off as well. My hope of Pinesway is gone, my hope of power is gone.”
     Sazar stopped. He turned and looked over the meager group of goblins that moved in his wake. He grew angry.
     “No, I will not allow this day to be a loss. I must accept what happened, and use it as well. This day has taught me that I can raid, but I can not conquer. Thus, I must choose. If I am to be a raider, then these forces I have now are more than sufficient. I do not need to grow in numbers to obtain what I need. If I am to be a conqueror, then I must change.”
     Sazar looked back down the path toward Pinesway, unable to even make out the outline of a single building through the shadows and trees. He ran from that town, fled so far he could no longer see it. This realization did not make him happy.
     “To be a raider is to retreat, to be a conqueror is to make your enemy retreat. I will raid no more, thus I will change.”
     With a decision made in his mind, albeit a dangerous one, Sazar walked with confidence in his step once more. He hissed a happy consideration as he turned to the southwest.
     “Perhaps one day I will be able to thank the delver in person.”



Chapter 7

     Holli appeared quite at ease standing in Enin’s home. When a large, shaggy-haired mutt romped up to her side, she confidently dropped a hand down to scratch its head. 
     “The dogs, they all seem to like you,” Enin smiled. 
     “I’ve always liked dogs,” Holli replied. “In some ways, I’ve tried to match what they do. They use their senses in a very positive way and they don’t just rely on one. Even though many use scent heavily, they also watch and listen.”
     “They also have a natural sense of what they like and what they don’t like.” Enin added. “They are happy when they are around things they like, and they are very tense when they are concerned.”
     As if on cue, another two dogs bounded into to the room. They ran up to the elf, gave her a sniff with wagging tails, and then leapt over to Enin to say hello. After he acknowledged them both, they ran over to the large mutt and coaxed him to run out of the room with them.
     “Well, these three seem very happy here.” Holli noted as she watched them gain speed as they turned a corner and ran out of sight.
     “Yes, they are, and it’s funny actually. At first, I hated this house. Too big, too much room for what I needed. It originally belonged to some well-to-do merchant. Of course that was before the magic was released. The merchant took off for one of the coastal towns, Alamatos I think, but I’m not really sure. Anyway, he left when the dark creatures began appearing. There was a lot of that, people abandoning their homes. Well, not much here in Burbon really. Most people stayed put here. Probably because of Sy and the delver. It’s been a blessing that Ryson decided to stay here. We should all probably thank Linda for that. Uhmmm, where was I?”
     “You were telling me how you hated this house,” the elf reminded him.
     “Ah, yes. It’s not really my house, well I guess it is now. Anyway, I used to live on the far side of town and Sy didn’t think that was such a good idea. He wanted me to be closer to the center. I told him it really didn’t matter, that if my assistance was needed the distance was quite immaterial. He said it didn’t have anything to do with my powers, but with the perception of the townspeople. Most of them saw what I did when the dwarves of Dunop attacked us. Sy said that if people were going to feel safe here, they needed to have me just about in the middle of everything. If I stayed in the corner of town, eventually everyone would move to that corner as well. If I came to the center, for the most part, people would stay put. I asked him how the people that lived at the edges of town would feel, and he told me that those folks didn’t mind as much. That’s why they chose to live there in the first place. Made sense to me.”
     “The strategy has its logic,” Holli agreed. 
     “Well, it might have been logical, but that doesn’t mean I liked it. As I said, I hated this house at first. Much too much space for my needs. I felt lost here. I complained about that constantly to Sy. I think he got tired of hearing it and it gave him an idea. He told me the town needed a place to keep stray dogs. There weren’t many strays, of course. Dogs have become quite popular these days. Did you know that?”
     “I know that dogs have a strong ability to sense danger and they naturally sense dark creatures.”
     “You are quite right. And people around here realized that darn quickly. If the family dog was happy then the other family members knew they didn’t have to worry about a goblin raid. Thus, not too many strays were left running through town. Still, there were a few and they needed a place to live, so Sy said they would stay here. Every now and then things get a bit crazy with the running around and all, but the house doesn’t seem as big anymore.”
     The three dogs that had left re-entered the room with a fourth four-legged friend. All four ran about the room, excitedly re-inspecting the elf and saying hello once more to the wizard. 
     With the dogs leaping at his hands and face, Enin tried valiantly to pet all four at once, but he was short two hands. He looked back at the elf with a large smile. “In fact, sometimes now this house actually feels a bit small.”
     Holli dropped to one knee, putting her head at the dogs’ level. Two of the four noticed this immediately and charged her with haste. They began licking both sides of her face.
     “They welcome you here.” Enin stated. “That’s very important, you know. It’s not good when someone is suspicious of you when they first meet, sort of like how you were suspicious of me when we first met.”
     Holli stood up but kept both hands available for the two dogs. “At the time, I did not know you, nor did I know how talented you are with…”
     “No, no, no, not talented,” Enin stopped her in mid sentence, “gifted. There’s a huge difference. Talent comes from within, and there are many that are quite talented at casting spells. I am not so arrogant that I believe for an instant that my abilities come from within, or that I should receive credit for what I can do. No, my magical abilities are a gift from a greater power. I didn’t earn them, didn’t work long hours to perfect them. They were simply given to me at the outset. I don’t know why, I simply accept it and take no praise for it.”
     “Very well, when I first met you I did not know how gifted you were.” Holli tilted her head expectantly toward the wizard as if to determine if this choice of words was more suitable to his liking. When he nodded happily, she continued. “Magic was new to this world, especially new to humans that had little reference to it in their known history, and you must admit your manner did not, nor does it now, match that of a wizened spell-caster.”
     “I see, so because I did not walk around like a brooding, introspective, aloof human with very little to say, I appeared somewhat dangerous to you.”
     “That is not what I said.” Holli responded in a rather short tone.
     “Now, now, if you can’t take a bit of fun, then how are you and I going to get along, and that will be very important if I agree to what you want.”
     Holli frowned at this, and her tone turned slightly colder. “How do you know what it is I want?”
     Enin immediately held his hands up in front of his chest as if pressing away any hurled accusations. The two dogs at his sides did not sit patiently for this and romped out of the room, followed by the other two. 
     Enin’s voice held a very conciliatory note. “Please do not get suspicious of me. I did not read your mind if that’s what you are worried about. I’ve learned that someone’s thoughts are very private, but it goes beyond even that. Over time, I’ve discovered that reading minds is simply not worth the effort. There’s too much chance for error. The mind is the great cabinet of all thoughts, memories, dreams, and whatever else you might have. There are things floating around in there that barely make sense to the person they belong to. Can you imagine how confusing it would be to lift something from someone else’s mind and try to make sense of it? I’m not talking about perception, either. You can perceive if someone is angry or happy or upset. I’m talking about actually trying to read individual thoughts. Perhaps if I could guarantee that I could lift the very thought you are focused on, it might make sense. The problem is that because there are so many stray ideas floating around at any one time, I could pick up just about anything and it wouldn’t necessarily make any sense at all. 
     “Let’s just say for argument’s sake that I did try to read your mind just then. What if at that moment you were actually thinking of one of the dogs that was in here, and perhaps it reminded you of one that belonged to your great aunt. If I ended up picking up that stray thought and gave it importance, where would that lead me? Would I think you were here to visit me because I reminded you of your great aunt? Then I really won’t appear like that wizened old spell-caster.”
     “But you do appear to know why I’m here,” Holli persisted, not ready to relinquish her suspicion.
     “I believe I do, yes. I think I know what you want to request of me, but I needed to make it clear that I did not steal your request from your mind before you made it. I had the feeling that’s what you thought, and I don’t think you and I can afford to have that kind of mistrust between us.”
     Holli’s glare sharpened even further.
     “I did it again, didn’t I?” Enin sighed exasperatedly. “I’m speaking as if I know what you want before you ask. I know I’m not explaining myself well, but the difficulty is that I do know what you want. I’ve known you would be coming here for some time. In order for me to explain how I know this, I think we need to speak about fate first.”
     Enin looked at Holli and then about the darkened wood walls that made up this room. “Are you comfortable enough inside to have this discussion? I know elves don’t care for the indoors.”
     “It’s not a problem. An elf guard learns to adapt quickly.”
     “Very good, then I will only ask you to please bear with me. Most people say that I ramble on, and at times it will certainly seem that I might be babbling and not addressing your true concern, but what we talk about now is very important.”
     Holli nodded and waited expectantly for the wizard to begin.
     Furrowing his brow, Enin searched for exactly the right way to get his point across. Unable to find a clear opening, he opted for two quick questions.
     “Did you know that we all have a destiny? Did you also know we all have free will?”
     He paused a longer period of time and watched her more carefully. She did not speak. When she appeared to be waiting for further explanation, Enin nodded as if agreeing with her. “Very good, you’re right in your hesitancy. The two questions alone could be debated on and on, but if I say them both together, I seem to contradict myself. To say that one has a destiny and then to say one has free will makes very little sense. They are, at first consideration, mutually exclusive. If there is a destiny for each individual, then there is no way we could exercise free will. Free will means making decisions, choosing between different paths. Destiny means our path is decided for us. How could we decide a path if that path is already set before us? Our decisions would reflect not our own free will, but the will of destiny that is guiding us toward our ultimate fate. Reverse it and the same problem arises. If we exercise complete free will, how in the world could we possibly have a destiny, a grand purpose that we are designed to fulfill? Any decision we make could easily send us in the opposite direction from where we were meant to travel.”
     Folding her hands in front of her, Holli wanted to quickly put the discussion in perspective. “Are you asking me if I believe in choice, or are you asking me if I believe in fate?”
     “I’m asking you if you understand it’s possible to have both. I want to know if you can accept that it’s entirely reasonable to have a destiny and to exercise free will.”
     Answering quickly, Holli simply put her own conditions on the dilemma. “It would all depend on the degree of totality for each. If you are telling me that every single action in this world is completely based on fate, then free will would be near impossible. The reverse would also seem certain—that if every circumstance was completely based on the choices of the inhabitants of this land, then destiny would not be possible. As I understand fate, there would have to be some kind of guiding force necessary to set the stage. An external guiding force would be beyond individual choice.”
     Enin beamed with delight. “Excellent. You understand perfectly.”
     “I’m not sure I understand at all,” Holli exclaimed.
     “Yes, you do. You explained it better than I could. It all comes down to the degree of each. We have choices, absolutely. We can choose how we are going to live our lives, how we will deal with others, and so on, but we all have challenges we must face, obstacles to overcome, and events to handle. Some of these we create for ourselves by our choices, but others we will face regardless of how we live our lives. Just because we are destined to face some occurrence doesn’t mean we can’t choose how we get there. And, just because we can choose several different paths in front of us, doesn’t mean we can avoid the same destiny that waits at the end of each path. That is in essence what you said.”
     “I suppose it is,” replied the elf.
     “I actually have a story I like to tell whenever I try to explain this to people. Do you mind if I tell it now?”
     “Not at all.”
     Rubbing his hands together, Enin began his tale.
     “Imagine there were two men. Each man was destined from the start of his life to be present at an important event where one of the men would die in a struggle. From the moment they were born, each man had choices to make and these choices shaped their lives, but they could not change the ultimate destiny they would eventually face.
     “One man chose a dark and evil path. He became a thief and stole from many. The other chose a respectable path and became a banker. He was trusted by his friends and associates and became very successful. One day the thief attempted to rob the banker’s safe. The banker discovered him and one of them was killed in the struggle. 
     “If you are wondering which one died, the answer is that it was the one that was destined to die. If you are asking was it the banker or the thief, the answer is it doesn’t matter. They chose their professions and that was based on free will. Their individual choices made one a banker and the other a thief, but it was destiny that determined which one would die that day.
     “To take it even further, the two men could have both chosen a respectable path. To that end, they might have both become bankers. Eventually, they would become partners and one day one would mistake the other for a thief and the event would still come to pass. Or perhaps, they both would choose the lesser path and become thieves that fell in together. They would rob the bank together, argue over the money, and one would die. You see, they both had absolute free will to choose their own path, but neither could escape the fate of the event. Choice and destiny, both shaping two lives, existing together—do you understand?”
     “Yes, I believe so.”
     Enin nodded and then came to the true point of his story. “Then, understand that it is often within my power to see the destiny of others. I do not know why I have this gift, and I certainly did not ask for it. It is mine, however, whether I like it or not. That is how I know why you are here. I saw your fate the very last time we spoke. You were returning to your camp, but I knew you would not be able to stay, I knew you would be returning here.”
     Holli took long moments to consider this and Enin allowed her the time to do so. When she finally spoke, her tone remained guarded. “Are you telling me that it was my destiny to come here?”
     At this moment, Enin did not shy from revealing even more of what he knew of Holli’s circumstances. “Yes, I’m also saying you were destined to leave your camp. It was your choice how it would happen. Of that I am fairly certain. It is possible you elected to leave on your own, it is possible someone from your camp asked you to go, or it could be some combination of the two, or even something I haven’t even thought of. It really doesn’t matter beyond the fact that I knew you would leave your camp and your position as an elf guard.”
     Upon speaking this statement, Enin began to contemplate new considerations. “Actually, that brings to mind something else that is quite interesting. I’m really not sure if you were destined to be an elf guard, and I really can’t say why. It might be that I can’t see every destiny, or perhaps my abilities are limited to those events that occurred after the release of the magic. I don’t think it has anything to do with past or present or future. I know destinies that are about to happen and some that are well off in the future. I also am quite sure of incidents of fate that occurred in past. All of these that I can think of, however, are in the recent past, not far in the past. And yet, it seems to me that you were destined to be an elf guard. It makes perfect sense. Even so, I can not say for sure.”
     “But you are sure I was destined to leave my camp?” Holli interrupted in an attempt to bring Enin back to the subject at hand.
     “Yes, of course. You were destined to leave your camp and come to me. I can say that without doubt.”
     “And what is my destiny now that I am here?”
     “That, I can’t say.”
     Holli sensed something in the words of the wizard that made her doubt this statement and she pressed the issue. “Can’t or won’t?”
     “Perhaps both,” Enin answered evasively.
     “Now you are talking in riddles and that I do not like.”
     “If I am doing so, you will have to believe that I’m doing it with your best interest in mind.” Enin knew this would not satisfy the elf and he endeavored to explain further. “Think of the story I told you before about the two men. What if I knew these men and their destiny and decided to inform them of it? If the banker knew ahead of time that he would die by the hands of a thief, perhaps that would cause him to alter his actions. Or if the thief realized the action of robbing the bank was dangerous, he might have chosen another target. Giving them this information might actually alter a destiny and change the balance of things. Balance is very important and should not be carelessly disturbed even for the best of intentions. Does that satisfy you?”
     “Only to a degree,” the elf answered. “Why tell me this at all, why tell me of your ability to see people’s destiny unless you would be willing to reveal what you see?” 
     “That is simple. As I said before, I know why you are here. I wanted you to know how I knew this so that there would be no tension between us over this issue.”
     “Very well, I can allow that, but it seems to me that if you know why I’m here, then you already know the outcome of this meeting.”
     Here, Enin became stern. “Please never make that assumption. You must never for one moment believe that I know how all things will unfold. You see, that’s where choice plays its part. We have a choice in how to deal with events, even events we are destined to face. We can not avoid our choices, just like we can not avoid our destiny. Since free will is just that, I can’t state with authority how this meeting will end. All you need to understand is that I can see certain events in people’s lives that they are destined to face. That doesn’t mean I know how these events will unfold or conclude.”
     “Then how do we move forward?”
     “Let us forget destiny and now treat this as we should treat all matters, with an honest discussion. I will begin by telling you why I think you are here. You have left your camp and you wish to become my guard. Yes?”
     With a nod, Holli affirmed the wizard’s prediction. “I must admit it is rather unnerving to actually hear this, because I have not spoken it to a single soul, but yes, that is why I’m here.”
     “Fine, we have that out of the way and we can talk of the issue plainly. The truth is I have questions for you and there are things I would ask of you if you were to take on this responsibility. If I don’t like the answers, or if you don’t like my conditions, then it is an arrangement we cannot have.”
     “What questions do you have?”
     Enin furrowed his brow and did his best to place his questions in the best order. “The first one I have is why did you leave your camp?”
     “The camp elders asked me to leave,” Holli responded without emotion, as if the request had nothing to do with her personally at all. “They felt they could not lead effectively with my presence in camp. My role at Sanctum Mountain lifted my standing among the other elves. They feel that this puts me as part of elflore and would create confusion. It was not my place to question them. A guard simply does her duty. They said I must leave, and so I left. They also asked Lief to leave. Did you already know that as well?”
     “That’s hard to answer,” Enin admitted. “I wish to be honest with you, but it’s very difficult to describe what it is I see. It’s not like I see this big image in my mind of you and Lief walking out of your camp. It’s more of an understanding. For Lief, I know that he faces a challenging time ahead.”
     Holli nodded knowingly. “He did not leave under the best of circumstances.”
     “I imagine not,” the wizard agreed. “Let us, however, return to you.” A light hearted smile quickly grasped Enin’s lips as if he thought of a funny story. He laughed as he explained. “You know, that’s actually funny—that I’m the one refocusing the conversation on the topic at hand. It’s normally the other way around. People always tell me that I can go off topic and get distracted. It’s not like I mean to, it just kind of happens. You see, I’m actually amazed at how I see things work. Every thing is interrelated yet at the same time everything seems to be disconnected. One thing that happens doesn’t seem to have anything to do with another, but a few seasons later, the two events come together in one way or the other. It’s like you and I. When we first met, you mistrusted me. Now, you want me to trust you enough to let you be some kind of personal guard for me. It’s not that I don’t trust you, we will get to that later. It’s just that I’m trying to explain how I now see things. That’s why it can seem as if I lose my focus on things. You’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to spend time around me.”
     “Kind of like now,” the elf added with a sly smile of her own.
     “Aha, you got me. Seems like I went off topic right after I tried to get us back on to it. Very good. Yes, let’s get back to you. You left camp because the elders felt you would be too much of a legendary figure and that would interfere with their ability to lead, yes?”
     “Yes.”
     “Understandable, but what is not so clear is why you would come here?”
     “Because I am a guard, it is more than what I do, it is what I am. I do not wish to change that. My duty is to keep others safe, thus I considered where I might be most useful.”
     “And you thought you would be most useful protecting me?”
     “You are a very powerful wizard and while I do not believe you need protection, having an elf guard with you would be beneficial to both you and those you serve. There are many that might come to you seeking assistance or guidance. There are also the curious that might come to you. Then of course, there are also other wizards that may come here with less than desirable intentions.”
     “Hmmmm, you think I might be called out often by young eager spell casters wishing to prove themselves? They might wish to challenge me to some kind of wizard’s duel. If they can defeat me, they might make a name for themselves? Actually, it’s not like that at all. Many have indeed shown up, but not to challenge me. Most of them just want to learn. Others want to try and examine me from a distance. I can always sense them and any confrontation is always rather minimal. I give them some things to think about and they go on their way. So far, all of them have been satisfied with what I’ve told them.”
     “I doubt there is much I could do better in that regard.” Holli agreed. “If I tried, I would only get in your way, thus I would not even entertain the thought of actually trying to protect you from a conflict with another spell-caster. That, however, is really not my intended purpose. When a stranger comes to town to ask for you there are often bystanders that become curious. I would endeavor to keep such innocents from putting themselves in danger. A guard protects not just a single individual but the camp as a whole.”
     “Well, we do have the militia guard for that. You’ve met Sy. He is in charge of keeping the town safe.”
     “Again, I would not interfere with him as well,” Holli conceded. “He is able and I would only be a distraction to him and his soldiers. But I ask you, are there not times that you are involved in your own matters of magic that you would like to ensure that no one around you mistakenly puts themselves in harm’s way?”
     “Hmmmm…”
     “It is not a matter of me keeping an eye on you. It is a matter of keeping an eye on those that might stumble upon your presence at the wrong time. This is what an elf guard has done for ages. While the magic was encased in Ingar’s sphere, we often directed humans away from our camps without them ever knowing we were there. We kept ourselves safe by keeping others away, and in turn, kept them safe as well.”
     “I understand that,” Enin allowed, “and actually it raises another question. Rather than come here, why not simply join another elf camp and continue as an elf guard there?”
     Holli shook her head. “I discounted this idea the moment I left my camp. Being an elf guard involves a tremendous amount of trust. There are times an elf guard’s orders will supersede the orders of the elf council. When the safety of the camp or an elder is in question, quick decisions must be made and orders must be followed without debate. If I were to join another camp, my loyalties would always be suspect, and thus, my decisions would always invite questions, invite doubt. That is not acceptable.”
     “Couldn’t they find a position within the elf guard that would give you less authority?”
     “It is possible they could treat me as a trainee, but I doubt I would be able to adjust to that. While I believe I can adjust to most situations, I must understand certain limitations. I have spent countless cycles of the seasons as an elf guard relying on what I have learned, trusting my judgment, developing confidence in my decisions, learning to take control when necessary. Returning to the level of a trainee would require me to ignore what I have ingrained in my being. It would be as if I asked you to cast nothing but the most basic of spells and never trust yourself to truly tap into your magical powers.”
     “So you decided that if you could not guard another elf camp, you would try to find someone else that could benefit from your training.”
     “Exactly.”
     With an accepting wave of the hand, Enin acknowledged the benefits of having Holli as a guard. “I agree there are times I would like to make sure that no one unexpectedly is put in any kind of danger. A set of elf guard eyes watching would indeed be an added benefit. You are indeed well trained and so I doubt I would have to worry about your safety too often. I am concerned about your level of potential interference.”
     “I’m not sure I understand that concern,” Holli responded quickly.
     “You just said your orders can sometimes come ahead of even those on your camp council.”
     “Only when safety is a paramount issue.”
     Here, Enin shook his head. “That wouldn’t do. You would have to understand that my safety is of my concern only and your interpretation of a possible hazard to my well-being must never override my own. As my guard, your priority would be on protecting those around me, keeping me advised of surrounding circumstances, being watchful of hazards I might not see—I can accept all of this—but you must never actively intervene over my objections simply because you feel my own safety is at risk. In essence, I am saying that I would always have the final word, even when you think my safety is in jeopardy. Would you be able to accept that stipulation?”
     “I will adapt to that.”
     “That is good, but I am also going to have to ask something else of you if you are to be my guard. It may not make sense to you, but I have my reasons.”
     Holli became intrigued but remained quiet.
     Enin spoke here with more of a gleam in his eye. “I want to be able to teach you how to use the magic. Now I know you use the magic passively. You use it to increase your awareness of what’s around you, you use it to remain alert to possible dangers. I think you even use it to steady your own inner strength. I must tell you this is all marvelous, but I would ask more of you. I want to be able to teach you how to use the magic more actively. There are certain spells I wish you to learn and after I show them to you, I believe you will agree they will help you in what you view as your duty. If you allow me to tutor you on casting certain spells, then I will allow you to follow me, guard me, until your heart is content.”
     “I am not against casting spells, and I have done this in the past,” Holli admitted. “I simply have not had time to truly shape these skills.”
     “If you are to be my companion, it is something we will both have time to do. To tell you the truth, I’m doing it as much for me as I am for you. If you’re going to be around me, and keeping an eye on me, I think it’s a good idea if we have some common interests. Otherwise, I’m going to start getting a bit nervous knowing that you’re always around keeping tabs on me.”
     “An elf guard remains inconspicuous,” Holli asserted.
     “I’m sure you will be, but it’s better if we actually have some true interaction and I really can’t think of a better way. You’re an elf and you’re more open to the ideas of what magic can accomplish than the people I normally talk to. This will give me a chance to discuss things that I don’t often get a chance to talk about. Such as, did you know dwarves are very resistant to magic?”
     Enin did not wait for an answer. He continued, never giving Holli a chance to speak. “Of course you knew that, you’re an elf. Sorry. Never mind. The thing is if you tell that to someone like Sy, he would say ‘Well then use something else on them.’ But there’s more to it than that. You have to understand magic and how it works. Just because a dwarf is resistant to magic doesn’t mean he is immune to it. These are two different things. Being immune is extremely rare. Being resistant means it’s difficult for a magic caster to hurt you, but it’s not impossible.
     “For example, if a sorceress stupidly sends out magic fire from her fingertips to blast away at a dwarf, the dwarf would just stand there smiling. Of course, there are many ways around that. You don’t send magic fire at the dwarf, you send it at the air surrounding the dwarf. Ignite the air and the dwarf won’t be smiling. That’s not just magic fire any more, that’s real burn-a-dwarf-all-over fire.
     “The problem is that this takes more work to do, more power, more magic and definitely more concentration, but it works where the old magic fire from the finger tips is just a waste of everyone’s time.
     “It’s the same with force blasts, too, you know. You can’t just send out a regular burst of magic force and expect it to work the same on everyone for all occasions. That’s just magical power—very strong against most things, but not against those that can naturally resist it. Instead, if the force is focused on the air which is not resistant to magic, you create a blast of true power that affects even the magically resistant. When you disburse the air, keep blasting it forward and forward, that’s a very powerful force. It’s a tornado that doesn’t spin and if done with enough velocity, it can tear people apart. That’s what I did to the dwarves when they attacked Burbon you know. Hit them with light and a wind driven force blast. They were lucky I took it easy on them, but if I didn’t I guess I would have knocked over every building in town. I don’t think that would have made Sy happy.”
     Enin looked expectantly at Holli.
     “So the idea is to use magic indirectly,” she stated simply.
     “Exactly,” Enin beamed. “This is what I’m talking about. If you are to be my guard, it would help us both immensely if we had a common interest. So, what do you say? Are you willing to learn what I am willing to teach you?”
     “Yes. Are you willing to let me be your guard?”
     “Absolutely.”



Chapter 8

     “Why didn’t you tell me you were going off to Pinesway?” 
     Linda’s question was loaded with danger and Ryson saw no way to avoid any of it. 
     “It didn’t seem like a good idea at the time,” Ryson offered.
     “Letting me know where you’re going is not a good idea?”
     “That’s not what I meant. You knew I was out on a scout, and I was continuing that scout, I was just doing it near Pinesway.”
     “No,” Linda said flatly. “You WERE on a scout with Enin. That’s where I thought you were, with Enin. You came back because you found out something was going on over there in Pinesway. You left without Enin, on your own, to deal with that. There’s a big difference, and you know it, so let’s try this again. Why didn’t you tell me you were going off to Pinesway?”
     Ryson tried not to give up so easily on his first excuse. “It’s like I said. You knew I was out on a scout, so you didn’t expect me home until today. Even though I was near Pinesway, it really did start out as a scout of the town.”
     “Look, if you keep this up you’re just going to make it worse.” Linda’s face became flushed as her anger rose. “You’re playing with words here to try and avoid the issue. If you want to play this game, I can play this game as well. Yes, I know you were on a scout with Enin, but did you return to town yesterday or not?”
     “I did, I never said I didn’t, but…”
     “Did you leave again?”
     “Yes, to scout…”
     “I didn’t ask you what you were doing. I just asked if you came here and left. When you left, did you leave with Enin?”
     “No, he said he shouldn’t get involved.”
     Linda was about to continue, but then realized what Ryson just said and seized upon it.
     “Involved? Involved in what?”
     “I told you. Sazar tried to take over Pinesway. He wanted to use it as a base for goblins.”
     “So now you admit it wasn’t just a scout. You went out, without Enin, to stop Sazar.”
     Ryson held his breath for a moment as he realized his mistake too late. He did his best to cover it. “Well, I didn’t know what he was up to until I held the sword. I told you that, too. It started out as a scout. It really did.”
     “Godson, Ryson! You’re doing it again. You’re playing with words and trying to avoid admitting what you did. Fine, it started out as a scout, but it wasn’t an ordinary scout with Enin out in Dark Spruce. And that’s where I thought you were. But you came back from Dark Spruce because you found out something was going on with Sazar. You were scouting Pinesway with every intention of interfering with Sazar and his goblins. That was the plan from the beginning, even before you held the sword. Right?”
     At first Ryson did not wish to answer.
     Linda pressed him.
     “Right?!”
     “Yes, but…”
     “But nothing! You can’t even tell me you didn’t have a chance to let me know because you came back here in between your trip to Dark Spruce and before you set off again. You were right here yesterday afternoon. And don’t tell me you didn’t have time, because we both know that’s ridiculous. And even if it wasn’t absurd, you could have told Sy to send me word. Speaking of Sy, did you know I went to speak with him last night?”
     The delver wanted to groan but he held his breath. “Yes, he told me when I saw him this morning.”
     “Did he tell you I asked him if he knew where you were?”
     “Yeah, he said he didn’t say much, tried to be as hazy about it as possible. He said you didn’t look happy.”
     “I’m not happy. Not happy when I talked to Sy, and I’m certainly not happy now,” Linda stated firmly. “I asked Sy if he knew where you were. All he said was that you were on a scout. I could tell he was trying to avoid the subject. I guessed you told him not to tell me, otherwise he would have told me straight out. Am I right?”
     Ryson saw the hole just keep getting deeper. There really was no way out, so he just came clean. “You’re right. I told him not to tell you where I went.”
     Linda wanted to scream. “Do you know how utterly stupid that is?! For Godson’s sake, Ry, I work in a tavern. That means on some days I know more about what’s going on in this town than you and Sy put together. I heard that Enin flew over to Sy’s office yesterday afternoon. If Enin came back, that meant you probably came back as well. With a few nudging questions to a few guards, I found out you ran into town in a hurry yesterday afternoon and left again fairly soon after that in another great hurry. I also found out no one saw Enin leave with you. Now I find out you actually told Sy to hide the truth from me.”
     “I wasn’t hiding the truth from you. I was trying to keep you from worrying.”
     “So that’s what this is all about, huh? You think if you don’t tell me exactly where you are that somehow I won’t worry?”
     “Well, if you know I’m heading into some place dangerous, you’re definitely going to worry.”
     “Of course I’m going to worry!” Linda shouted with exasperation. “And if I find out where you went and realize you didn’t tell me, then not only am I going to worry, I’m going to be angry about it as well! You know, this is really ridiculous.”
     The delver bit his lip realizing anything he could say at this precise moment would probably only make things worse. It was a wise decision not to speak at all.
     Linda, however, had plenty to say.
     “Ryson, don’t you think I know what this is all about? I know you weren’t trying to keep secrets from me, that you thought you were actually helping me by not telling me, but we’ve gone through this before. I don’t want you saving me from my own concern about you.”
     Ryson attempted to swing that point to his favor. “Don’t you think there’s a difference between concern and outright worry? I mean don’t you think you would have viewed this differently?”
     “Absolutely,” Linda responded quickly, “and if something happened to you and I found out your last thought of me was not to trust me enough to tell me where you were going, how would that have made me feel?”
     “It’s not about trust,” Ryson replied with an edge of anger in his own voice.
     Linda did not back down. “Yes, it is! You just don’t understand that yet. I see perfectly clear what your intentions were, you wanted to protect me, not lie to me. I understand that. What you don’t understand is that when you act like that, you’re showing me that you don’t trust me to understand what you are. You’re a delver. I have accepted what that means. You’re going to go out exploring; it’s what you have to do. You’ll do your best to tell me where you’re going, but we both know we can never be sure where you’re going to end up. That’s what happens to you. You tell me you’re going to scout the hills. Fine, but you and I both know that could last all of two heartbeats. Suddenly, you catch some strange scent or the trail of something you’ve never seen before. The next thing you know, you’re out in the Lacobian Desert climbing a sandstone cliff looking at a razor crow’s nest. You don’t mean to put yourself in danger, but you also can’t stop being what you are. When I agreed to marry you, that was the biggest thing I had to face. I had to ask myself whether or not I could handle the fact that you would always be running off somewhere, most likely somewhere dangerous. If I believed I could handle that, which I did and still do, well then, I have to live up to it. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
     “I guess,” Ryson said somewhat half-heartedly.
     “No guesses, do you understand or not?”
     “I understand, but somehow if I agree with you I feel like I’m admitting to doing something underhanded. That’s why I’m not happy about this. It’s not like I tried to hide something from you for my own benefit and it’s not like I lied to you. Somehow or other you have me feeling like I did.”
     “I’ll say it again then. I understand you did what you did for me and not you, but that doesn’t make it right. Don’t ever keep information from me because you think I’m going to worry. Of course I’m going to worry. I worry every time you walk out that door. You and I both know we can’t stop that from happening. You’re going to leave and I’m going to be concerned about you.”
     “So where does that leave us?”
     “Hopefully, it now leaves us with a new understanding. No matter how dangerous you think it is, I don’t want you to keep things from me. When you don’t have the opportunity to tell me what you’re up to, I don’t expect you to catch some pigeon and tie a note to its leg so you can send me word. When you do have the chance, though—like yesterday before you went into Pinesway—I want you to let me know where you’re going. You go on being a delver and do what you do. I’ll go on being a delver’s wife and I’ll do what I have to do. But in the end we deal with all these things together.”



Chapter 9

     Sazar had no illusions of his status among those that utilized magic for their own benefit. He wielded great power—this point was beyond debate. He was a master manipulator, the magic allowed him to bend the will of countless dark creatures in one moment. His devious yet quick mind categorized and segmented his minions into different roles. He was never overwhelmed by the near infinite feedback he received from their collective thoughts. Instead, he ordered them with perfect genius, prioritized them, and laid them out intertwined with his own twisted desires. In this, he had no equal, and that kind of power deserved considerable respect.
     The serp also fielded unequal capabilities of strategy, deception and cunning. He understood tactics with the same perception as a leathered old war general that had suffered through countless campaigns. While he used logic, he was well aware that most of his victims acted on emotion, thus he never separated the two from his assessments. He balanced his decisions on a cruel but perfect utilization of the weaknesses of his enemies against the strengths of his own forces. 
     Combine his intellect with his ability to control a vast league of monsters, and Sazar represented a dangerous threat. To ignore him or treat him as inferior would be a mistake of incalculable stupidity. An army of minions with powers of their own was at his command. To anger a serp of this aptitude was to invite a plague of monsters to your own doorstep—a plague directed with mind boggling genius and without compassion.
     Dealing with other magic casters on a one-on-one basis, however, was a different matter entirely. In a simple contest of spell casting might, the serp would almost always end up on the losing end. Sazar knew his limits. His spells of pure offensive energy could not match an even below average practitioner. His defensive skills ranked even lower. He lacked the pure power to overwhelm, and he was deficient of the skill to outmaneuver. Remove his near infinite power to manipulate other monsters and reduce him to a caster of spells, and he was no threat at all.
     Yet, what he needed now was exactly what he lacked. While he could manipulate and control monsters, his power to do so had certain limitations in duration and range. While in his presence, dark creatures would remain under his will indefinitely. As they ventured beyond his direct company to carry out his desires, however, they became open to other stimuli. The further they traveled from him and the longer they were away, the more likely they would fall from his control. In fact, the true size of an army he could control knew no other limits, but these aspects would always constrain his true potential. 
     If he had the intrinsic ability to cast spells of power, he could offset these limitations. The magic could carry his dominion over greater distances and could imprint his will more firmly in the minds of his minions. In order for him to succeed in this venture, however, he would need to cast certain spells, and quite simply, he lacked the ability to do so.
     Still, it was his nature and his strength to realize his shortcomings and determine ways to achieve his objectives. If he lacked the power and ability to cast the proper spells, he would simply find someone that had such power and ability. His needs were straightforward. The situation called for both skill in certain aspects of magical power and reserves of magical energy. He knew the human sorceress in the desert possessed both. What he did not know was if the woman named Tabris would make the turn down the path that would satisfy his own needs.
     What further presented a challenge was the simple fact that Sazar needed an alliance with the sorceress free of any manipulation. He had to have her assistance based on her own will, not his. He did not doubt he could control her if she turned down the proper path, but the control would only be temporary—the bane of his current weakness. The moment she gained any semblance of her own cognition, she would attempt to obliterate him. He could not afford that risk. 
     No, she must be willing to give her assistance to him freely. Otherwise, he would gain only an interlude of the power he sought. Thus, he would have to restrain his own true power to manipulate and allow the sorceress to decide on her own.
     He set off to the Lacobian Desert clearly understanding his needs and his mission. He took with him only the large shag, ordering his other minions to remain within the limits of the Dark Spruce forest. He focused most of his will on the hook hawk and the rock beetle. He did not wish to lose control of these two, and he hoped his resolve was strong enough to keep them in line. As for the smaller shag and the goblins, he believed their losses could be mitigated upon his return. 
     Sazar allowed his larger shag to follow as a guard for most of the journey, but as the serp closed on the oasis deep in the harsh heat, he bade the monster back. If he were to succeed, to gain the true crux of his plans, he would have to meet the sorceress alone.
     The serp wondered if he should approach the oasis without hesitation or simply wait outside its boundaries for an invitation. On quick consideration, he opted for an immediate entrance. If he waited, he doubted an invitation would be forthcoming, and if he appeared to be a distraction, it was most likely the sorceress would use him as target practice for a lightning spell.
     The sorceress appeared before him the moment he stepped passed the dry sandy rock of the desert and on to the soft grass that surrounded a large pool of water. The oasis stretched far in every direction. Large boulders that were part of the landscape for untold generations now stood as silent sentinels seemingly out of place in a lush and cool haven of thick grass, lazy circling streams, small trees, and a variety of plants and bushes. A small structure appeared almost hidden among the vines that hung about some of the larger rocks. 
     Sazar ignored the wonder of such a green place in the midst of such a harsh environment. He bowed slightly to the sorceress and directed his gaze toward the ground before her. He would not speak until spoken to. She would know who and what he was and he would not risk even for one moment the appearance of trying to sway her.
     The magic caster appeared annoyed by the appearance of the serp. Her tone was short and uninviting. “What do you want?”
     “To speak with you,” he replied succinctly.
     “About what?” 
     “About an offer that I have.”
     Tabris sighed heavily, obviously further annoyed by now having to waste more time with the serp. “What might this offer be?”
     “I hope you would consider an alliance. I need the assistance of someone with your capabilities.”
     “And what capabilities do you think I have?”
     “A very large reserve of magical energies, the ability to cast magical spells that are focused on wind and storm—as well as spells that are fairly precise but more importantly deep in range. You also possess a willingness to prosper without regard to the consequences it might have on those that do not matter to you, and a desire to increase both skill and knowledge. These are the qualities I seek and these are the qualities I believe you possess.”
     Tabris frowned but did not otherwise move. “State your offer.”
     Sazar had to be very careful indeed at this instant. He was about to request what he truly needed, what he wanted very badly. At this critical point, he knew that he would almost instinctively use his power to manipulate and to control. After all, that was how he always got what he wanted. Unfortunately, he was forced to do more than control his instinct, he needed to bury it. Success depended solely on him stating his offer as succinctly as possible and allowing the sorceress herself to decide whether or not to give him what he wanted.
     The task was daunting, but his strength remained centered on his own concentration and will. Just as he willed others to do his own bidding, he now willed himself to keep his powers in check.
     “I wish to control an army of dark creatures. I have the ability to do so within my mind, but not the power within my body. I am limited by time and distance. Do you understand?”
     “Of course,” Tabris sighed again, obviously becoming more irritated by the moment.
     “Very well, then you understand I have the power to control an army. I do not lack the concentration. An infinitely growing horde of simple-minded creatures at my command is not beyond my abilities. I believe you know that. The problem is distance, not numbers. Once my minions move beyond a certain range, they are free to make their own decisions. And they usually make poor ones. The other difficulty is time. As it passes, my control also diminishes. It’s almost laughable that I can not overcome these limitations on my own, but I must admit that I can not, and so I am here.”
     Sazar noticed Tabris’ growing impatient and hastened to the crux of his offer. “A simple spell of wind drift would probably suffice to offset my difficulty in distance. A sorceress in tune with the power of storm would have no problem with such a spell. If the spell were cast in such a way that it would carry my very will in all directions, then distance would no longer be an issue. The spell would need to be open ended and constantly linked to my own mind, that is why I need a spell caster with great reserves of magical energy. As for time, another storm spell would be necessary—this one along the lines of pressure and imprint to allow my will to be more ingrained in the minds of my minions. Again, this spell would also require a constant tap into your powers, but again only for the sake of that one simple spell. 
     “With the assistance of these two spells, my weaknesses would be removed, my army would be limitless—in essence my power would be limitless. We would be able to conquer as much as we desired. Further, opposed to conquerors that became weakened by stretching their forces too thin over large areas, my army would achieve just the opposite. The more we conquered, the stronger we would become. Control over one region would not lead to conflict within. Instead, it would lead to a larger army and thus more power. As long as I have the ability to shape the desires of those I wish to control and as long as you kept that ability from waning over time or distance, there would be no end to our conquest. As partners in this, we would share in the spoils of what this legion of dark creatures conquered.” 
     “This is your offer?” Tabris stared coldly at Sazar. If not for her surprise, she might have simply obliterated him with the wave of her hand. Still, she could not refrain from questioning the audacity of the serp. “You offer me nothing and you stand to gain much. In fact, your offer is less than nothing. To give you what you want would require a constant drain of my power, a link to you that would add to your strength and diminish my own energy. This is insulting.”
     “No, you have not heard me in full. I will not deny the power I seek will cost you in magical energies, but even you must agree the total cost would be negligible compared to your vast reserves. My guess is you would not even notice the drain. I simply require a boost in range and endurance of my own powers, nothing more. I require no library of spells, no focus of your attention beyond the initial casting. It is just a simple extension of my own influence. How much energy would it take from you to cast a continuous spell of wind drift and a spell of imprint that would be linked to my powers of persuasion?”
     “A shred would be too much because, as I said, I gain nothing from such an effort, so why should I bother?”
     “You should bother because I do offer a gain, a substantial gain that would allow you everything you currently desire.”
     “And how would you know what I desire?” Tabris eyed the serp almost dangerously.
     “Simple. I understand logic. I need to in order to do what I can do. Do you disagree with that?”
     Tabris said nothing.
     Sazar turned his back to the sorceress and peered out across the vast wasteland that stood before him just beyond the oasis conjured by the sorceress.
     “Why are you out here?” He did not let Tabris answer. “You are here for the same reason many magic casters have come here, to practice your craft without distraction. You are growing in power but you lack experience. With each day your understanding increases, but you are also shackled, limited by the resources you have before you. You test your skill on empty sand because it offers no resistance and little danger. Spells gone wrong can do little damage out here. The truth is, however, you crave more. You wish to build on your spells, build on your knowledge and build on your experience. If I am wrong, then I shall leave now. Better yet, if I’m wrong simply cast your spell of destruction on me and I will be no more.”
     Sazar waited a scant few moments. He did not worry, for he knew his assessment to be accurate. He continued on with his back still to the sorceress. “The real truth of the matter is that I would be able to conquer only as long as you allowed it. The moment you felt as if our bargain did not aid you in any way, you could simply cancel the spell and my army would be gone, my conquests would be ended. It is, therefore, very much in my interest to make sure you not only gain at the initial bargain, but continue to gain as time goes on. 
     “Since I know what you desire, and I know that it is in my interest to make sure those desires are met, do you not believe that I would have an idea of how to ensure this?”
     “I do not like playing in riddles, serp,” Tabris stated, but her tone was not as harsh, not as threatening. “I asked for your offer. If there is more to it, then I will hear of it now.”
     “The offer is as I said it would be. We will share in the spoils of my army’s conquest. What you fail to see is what those spoils include. With every outpost, town, and city I take, there will be prisoners, prisoners I have no need for—prisoners I will send to you. You may do with them as you wish, practice whatever spell you desire, utilize them in whatever fashion necessary to assist you in gaining knowledge and power. Because these will be humans from defeated and occupied towns, you will be able to carry out your will without fear of consequence. There will be no war parties seeking justice, no vengeful militia threatening to put an end to you. Just as you will give me an everlasting flow of a very small part of your magical energy, I will give you an everlasting flow of a very large number of experimental subjects for your magical endeavors.”
     Sazar understood choices. He understood them very well. When his true power was broken down to its most basic principle, it all relied on his ability to manipulate, to steer his target or victim toward a path that would benefit him the most. There were, however, some choices that were beyond his power. The all important choices, the choice of faith, the choice of love, the choice of loyalty, and ultimately the choice between good and evil, these choices belonged to the individual alone. When an individual faced a choice such as these, nothing the serp could do could sway that decision. 
     Sazar kept his eyes away for he knew that Tabris faced such a choice at this moment. While it was not within his power to force her down the twisted path of dark desires, he was not above the craving to try. He did not want to allow a lapse in instinct to cause disaster. This was a powerful sorceress that could incinerate him with a wave of her hand. He would not risk trying to persuade her in any way, and he made as much known to the sorceress without hesitation.
     “I must say no more,” he admitted with a candor that was not his natural character. “I will admit I greatly desire to have this power, so great is my desire I might be willing to attempt to sway your opinion. We both know we can’t have that. There must never be a doubt that you accepted this proposal on your own, with absolutely no influence from me. I will give you as much time as you need.”
     “I need no further time,” Tabris answered quickly, “and I know you did not try to bend my will to yours. Had you tried, it would have been the last thing you did in this life. No, I have decided on my own... and I will accept your proposal.”



Chapter 10

     As Enin opened the front door, Ryson took two leaps back and urged the four dogs that waited in the doorway to charge him. He slapped his chest and the one that reached him first jumped into his arms as the other three clamored around his legs. After playfully rolling the dog back and forth, he let the overjoyed animal slip easily to the ground in order to let another one jump up into his hands. With that one still in his arms, he bent over low to let yet another leap onto his back. Once these two were finished, he let them leap away only to drop to his knees and say hello to the fourth and final dog that nearly knocked the delver over onto his back.
     Enin watched the display only slightly amused. “I am overjoyed you love them so much, but I really wish you wouldn’t do that. They now think it’s ok to jump on everyone that comes to the door. It’s very hard on some of the visitors.”
     “Bah,” Ryson replied with a grunt while still wrestling with the dogs. “If someone doesn’t want a dog jumping up to say hello, you probably don’t want them as visitors.”
     “Hmmmm,” Enin said, while thoughtfully considering Ryson’s reply. “Never thought of that, and you know what? You’re probably right.”
     “Of course I’m right.”
     “Are you here to take them for their run?”
     “That’s one of the reasons.” Ryson stood up and began walking back towards the door. Enin swung it open wider to allow Ryson and the dogs to come through. “I heard Holli came to visit you and from all accounts she’s still here. If that’s true, I’d like to talk to her first. Then, I’ll take them for a few laps around the town’s wall.”
     “Yes, she is still here. She is waiting for us in the library. And the dogs would love a run around the wall.”
     Enin took the lead, marched halfway down a long hall and made an abrupt right into a large room with an open door. Ryson followed, but slowed as he saw the elf staring into a green mist that seemed to reflect his and Enin’s presence like a mirror. Holli’s hands arched around the mist as if she was holding it in place.
     “That’s not bad, not bad at all,” Enin stated with a satisfied smile. 
     “I wasn’t able to hear anything,” Holli noted as she collapsed her hands to her sides. The green mist dissipated and soon all traces of it were gone. “I could see you open the door. I saw Ryson step back and the four dogs went to greet him.”
     “Excellent. You saw everything. As to not hearing anything, well you’re not supposed to hear anything with that spell. It’s a sight spell. You are only supposed to see what I see.”
     “For the most part, I could see clearly when I first cast the spell. As you moved further away and toward the door, the image became slightly less clear. In truth, it was only a small blur, but enough so that I could notice. As you walked back toward me, the image became stronger again.”
     “That we will rectify with practice and also when you realize to tap into more of your inner strengths. You have a natural ability to make the spell stronger, you just don’t realize it yet. You need to focus more on the light that is part of your inner power.”
     Holli frowned. “But I cast green magic, not yellow. I thought my power focused on nature.”
     “Indeed it does, but doesn’t nature thrive on the light? What is green but a combination of blue and yellow? Nature is water and light working together to give life. So, yes your true strength is in the druidic spells of nature, but you also have natural abilities for spells dealing with water and light. Casting green magic is a great gift and you should be thankful for it.”
     Holli smiled as she looked to the delver. “Hello, Ryson. It is good to see you again.”
     “It’s great to see you. Is Enin teaching you how to cast spells?”
     “Yes, he wants to help me with spells that would enhance my abilities as a guard. We both agreed that a sight spell would be a good start.”
     “I guess that will come in handy when you return to your camp. An elf guard that can increase her sight can only be a benefit.”
     Holli said nothing at first. She looked to Enin for possible direction. When he nodded his head without saying a word, she returned her gaze to the delver.
     “I am not returning to my camp. My service there has come to an end. With Enin’s approval, I have now turned my service over to him. As I once supported my camp, I now avail my abilities as an elf guard to serve Enin, as well as this town.”
     Ryson did not appear shocked, but he did take long moments before responding. He looked back and forth from the elf to the wizard and then stared at the ground as if considering other details and trying to put them all in perspective.
     “Holli, does this have anything to do with Lief?” Ryson finally asked.
     “Yes and no,” Holli responded. “Yes, in that both Lief and I were asked by the elders to leave our camp. No, in that Lief went his way and I went mine. I never got a chance to speak to him after he left. He did not leave under the best of circumstances.”
     Holli went on to explain all the details she could on what led to Lief’s banishment and her own departure from the elf camp.
     “I met Lief at Pinesway,” Ryson stated after the elf was done. “I know he’s not happy. He’s actually quite angry. That’s why when I heard you were here, I came over to find out what was going on. I wanted to…”
     Ryson went silent. He said nothing as he stared into empty space. He brought a hand to his forehead as he tried to get a better feel of what he was sensing. He could not.
     Enin had seen this look before.
     “The dryness—that was how you put it last time—are you feeling it again?” the wizard asked curiously.
     “Yes,” Ryson admitted. “This is such a strange sensation. The real problem with it is I can’t even get a hold of where it’s coming from. It just basically appears out of nowhere. It’s fairly subtle actually, but when it happens, I can’t miss it. That might not make sense either, but it’s how it is.”
     Enin spoke out loud as he considered his own thoughts. “I wonder if I could trace it. What spell would it be? It’s not light, but perhaps it’s instinct. An animal spell might follow it, but then I would have the difficulty of trying to determine which animal. Is it prey that can sense a predator, or the other way around? It may not even be instinct. I don’t think it’s elemental so I can discount wind, water, earth and fire. Illusionary also seems doubtful, but it could be using dryness to hide its true qualities. That might actually make some sense. What about shadow? But would a shadow feel dry? Maybe. Then the question becomes how to detect shadow and trace it to an origin. My guess is the feeling is from within you, so it might build on emotion, but dry emotions would be no emotions. There are things I could try, but at the moment they would be guesses and I don’t wish to experiment until I know more. I think perhaps we…”
     Just like in Dark Spruce Forest, Enin’s focus on Ryson’s feeling was torn away by a feeling of his own. The wizard quickly gained an awareness that made him regretfully cast aside any consideration of the delver’s own sensations.
     The wizard’s expression became as serious as his tone. He looked to both Holli and Ryson with a somber understanding of how the land had just changed. “I am afraid something has just happened of enormous consequence. I can not explain fully how I know this, but you must accept that I do. It has much to do with the balance of things and I am very aware of elements of this nature. The sorceress Tabris, the one both of you went into Sanctum Mountain with to obtain Ingar’s sphere, has made an alliance with Sazar. In one form or another, she is now linked with him and thus she has chosen her path. I can not say where this will lead, I only know that I feel the weight of her power on the side of evil and malevolence. Her power is great enough and her decision momentous enough for me to sense this.”
     “Do you know where they are now?” Ryson asked.
     “Near her new home in the Lacobian desert.”
     Ryson looked about as if trying to decide what to do next. “I don’t understand how you know this, but I’m not going to question it. Is Burbon in any immediate danger?”
     “No,” Enin answered with certainty.
     “Well, that’s something at least.” Ryson then considered the power Tabris displayed when she assisted those that entered Sanctum Mountain to retrieve the Sphere of Ingar. The thought of someone that powerful teaming up with Sazar did not leave pleasant thoughts in his mind. “The two of them coming together is not a good thing. You have any idea of what they might be planning?”
     “No, only that it will not be in the best interest of the land, but in their own selfish interests.”
     Holli turned to her own training and immediately put the situation in perspective. “If there is no immediate threat, then there is no need for immediate decisions. We should, however, inform your captain of this turn of events. He needs to know without delay.”
     “I agree,” Ryson added. 
     “Very well.” Enin turned to Ryson. “I regret we must for the moment forget your feeling of dryness and address it at another time.”
     “It’s ok, it’s gone now anyway. It only lasts for a few moments. We should all go to talk to Sy. If this is as big as you make it out to be, we all need to figure out the best way to handle this.”
     Ryson looked down at the four dogs that remained nearby. “I’ll have to run with them later. Sorry guys.”
     Enin looked to the animals briefly and then began to walk to the door. “They are disappointed, but they understand.”
     Ryson called out to the wizard as they moved down the hall together. “Are you talking to them now?”
     “If I answer that, you might think I was crazy.”
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     Tabris took long moments of consideration before casting her two spells. A violet colored diamond appeared around her wrists as she mouthed words in a whisper. The diamond spun about her as it shifted to her hands. With a thrust of her arms the purple diamond flew into the air. It maintained its shape, but it grew ever larger, its boundaries expanding in all directions. As its edges rolled out of sight toward each point of the compass, it left behind a faint shadow of itself. Eventually, this too disappeared. 
     Tabris looked upon Sazar and again mouthed words the serp could not understand, words he could barely hear. Another diamond appeared near her hands, a smaller one. This one held its tight size as she flung it at Sazar. 
     The serp’s first instinct was to recoil at the motion, but he held his ground and the diamond caused him no pain when it entered his chest.
     “It is done,” Tabris said. “Your will is now connected to the drifting breeze that can no longer be seen or felt, but still exists. It will carry your power to bend the will of others for greater distances than you would have hoped. Your will is also now enhanced with the constant pressure of breath. Those that fall under your control will be reminded of your orders with every breath they take. Both spells are continuous in their own nature. The drifting breeze has no end and only death would stop the continuity of breath. They are fed with my own energy, thus I can cancel them at will. Give me no reason to and you will find that the creatures you place under your control will remain there no matter how far you send them from you or how long they are away from your presence.”
     “There will be no need to cancel them,” the serp insisted as he stood unmoving while trying to sense a difference within himself. At first he felt nothing. “You are certain the magical energy is linked to my thoughts?”
     “As certain as I am standing here. Test your new powers now. I assume you have other creatures under your domain other than the large shag that stands far out in the desert.”
     “Yes, a few.”
     “Establish a link with them now. Follow the shadows of your last contact with them in your mind.”
     Sazar focused on the rock beetle. He sifted through the lingering thoughts of his last contact. As it became clearer in his mind, he seized it and attempted to recreate it. Instantly, he connected to the rock beetle that was burrowing right where he left it in Dark Spruce Forest. The beetle became still as it waited for a command. Sazar felt the presence of the rock beetle as if it stood at his side.
     With this connection still strong and vital, he reached out his thoughts to the hook hawk. Immediately, he linked his mind to that of the beastly bird. The hawk perched quietly in the trees and Sazar could see what the bird saw. Only a dozen or so goblins remained in the area, and even a few of these were beginning to shy away from the area.
     “You are now linked with a few of your minions?” Tabris asked.
     “Yes. It is extraordinary that the link is so strong at this distance.”
     “You realize that you can use these links to acquire contact with other creatures?”
     “No, I did not,” Sazar admitted.
     “The drifting breeze is now your vessel. Where it goes, your thoughts can go. You simply need to focus on the target and your will can reach it. If the minions in your control allow you to establish the location of a new target, you can flow your will through them to that exact point. You no longer need to be in the exact presence of a creature to bend its will to yours.”
     That consideration went beyond Sazar’s furthest hopes. Without delay, he tested this new found power. Rather than attempting to re-establish a link with the goblins using a past thought from his memory, he concentrated on their location using the images given to him by the hook hawk. His mind sent out a command to the goblins trying to sneak away.
     Return to your positions and await my instructions.
     He watched with glee as the goblins stiffened with fear and quickly returned to the fold of the other creatures. He then bade the hook hawk to take flight, which it did without hesitation. The beast circled about at higher and higher elevations. All the time Sazar focused upon the images of the forest that came back to him through the mind of the bird. When he saw the second shag meandering west through sparse trees, he commanded it to return as well. The shag obeyed.
     Gleefully, Sazar announced his success. “It is working!”
     The sorceress appeared less impressed. “Of course.”
     With swift calculation of his new found powers, Sazar considered one last effort to test. He had been able to reestablish his will on minions he previously controlled, but what of creatures with which he had no previous contact? He returned his focus to the hook hawk. Images of the forest returned to the forefront of his mind and he noticed two gremplings stalking together through the trees. Gremplings, small but agile creatures covered in fur with long tails, were mischievous in nature and lacked any true power to be an asset to him, but for now they would serve as an excellent test. Beyond their nimbleness, they were also fairly intelligent, much more so than the common goblin. They also had stronger wills and lower levels of fear. With such characteristics, gremplings were often difficult for serps to control, and because they lacked the horde traits of the goblin or the sheer natural power of a shag, they were usually not worth the effort. 
     It was not, however, Sazar’s desire to add these two to his army for their prowess. It was his wish to determine just how strong he had become. It would normally take a fair amount of concentration to bend the will of just one grempling when it was right in front of him. How would he succeed with two and at this far distance?
     He focused his will upon the image of the gremplings in his mind. He reached out to them and ordered them to hold their position. In his mind, he could see them freeze. He then sent them an order to circle twenty paces about their current position and scout for any other creatures in the area. Again, he watched them in his mind as they followed out his orders.
     The sensation was intoxicating to the serp. Not only could he now regain control of his previous minions with very little effort, he could add to his army without ever having to venture out in the wild. The links he could create were far more powerful, the images in his mind forcibly more vibrant. He could fix his concentration on a group of minions in one area while still reaping the benefits of incoming sensations of creatures under his control far off in the distance. 
     As he expanded his mind to incorporate the links with all his creatures, his own perspective of the land around him grew with leaps and bounds. In essence, his awareness of sights, sounds, and scents expanded beyond his own normal capabilities a hundredfold.
     For one brief moment, the enormous flow of stimulus from outside forces into his mind nearly overwhelmed him to the brink of unconsciousness or perhaps even insanity. If he drank in too much of the inflowing information, he might lose his own place in reality. He quickly seized on his own surroundings, anchored his physical being to the actual point of his own existence. Then, he allowed the sensations from his minions to take their place in his consciousness where he could utilize them but where they would not overwhelm his own awareness.
     “You have done me a great service, sorceress,” Sazar admitted. “And in the process you have opened great opportunities for us both. I will utilize what you have given me to its greatest extent, and in return, I will send you whatever it is you need.”
     “I expect you shall,” Tabris replied.
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     “You know, I woke up this morning with a bad feeling that I just couldn’t shake,” Sy Fenden said as he gazed out into the rolling hills just outside the walls that surrounded Burbon. Standing in the tower, he could see the edges of Dark Spruce Forest and he wondered what new problems his town would now face. “You say this Tabris is a powerful sorceress. Is she as powerful as you?”
     Enin stood between Ryson and Holli and he answered Sy directly. “No, but do not misunderstand. I am somewhat of an anomaly. I don’t wish to sound as if I’m boasting about myself, but my abilities with magic are on a different scale. You should never use them in gauging the strength of a potential threat.”
     “I’m not.” Sy stated flatly. “I’ve always listened to everything you said and I understand you’re in a different league, but the first thing I need to know is if this Tabris is also an anomaly. Now, that I know she isn’t, I still have to get a better idea of what we’re facing. Does she have the power to destroy this town on her own? I mean, if you weren’t here protecting us.”
     Enin took a moment to consider the question against what he knew of the town’s defenses. “She could cause considerable damage. She has a natural ability with wind and storm, and thus she would be difficult for you to fight. She has a great reserve of magical energy and she has been practicing for many days now. Still, she would have to overcome much to destroy the whole town. She could destroy the walls and towers with wind spins and tornados. Many of the buildings she could obliterate or set afire with lightning. She would be difficult to strike from a distance with bows or slings since she could deflect many with a wind shield. Your forces, however, would now be prepared for such an onslaught. If you accepted the losses to the structures and simply remained patient, you could wait her out. She would eventually tire and then your men would indeed be able to take her. She could not hold out against you indefinitely.”
     “Alright so she can’t just waltz in here and flatten us with a wave of her hand. That’s somewhat good news.” Sy took another moment to gaze out over the wall and across the lands that surrounded Burbon. “Considering what you know of her powers, is there anything that immediately comes to mind that we can do to better our defenses against her?”
     “I honestly do not think she would attempt a frontal assault. She would waste much of her energy and she would stand to gain very little.”
     The news was welcome, but Sy wanted to make sure there was nothing overlooked. “I appreciate that, but I’d still like to cover my bets. What do you think, anything else we can do or not?”
     Enin joined Sy in looking out across the land. “The best thing to do is remember that for the most part you would see her coming. Her power is not in shadow or illusion. It is doubtful she would try to cloak herself. The strength of her magic is force, not deception. Understanding that a woman walking alone toward the town would not necessarily be a woman in distress would be the first step in guarding against her. Also, she would have difficulty with barriers. Well, difficulty in passing them without using magic. With the magic, she can pretty much break through any section of the wall, but it’s not like she can fly over them like I can. That takes a skill she does not yet possess. Nor can she slip past them in secret, as her power is not in shadow.”
     “You’re telling me she can get through our wall, but she’d have to blast through it.”
     “Exactly,” Enin said.
     “So if she does show up with malice in mind, she’ll have to expel magical energy to get around any type of barriers we put up. She has—how did you put it?—‘great reserves of magical energy’ I think is what you said, but you also said we can wear her out. The more barriers she has to bust through, the sooner she’s going to run out of energy.”
     “Correct.”
     Sy nodded and again looked to the surrounding hills. “I was thinking of putting up a new set of bulwarks. Now might be a good time. The traders aren’t going to like another obstacle to deal with, but that’s the way it goes.”
     Sy took a moment to calculate in his mind where the best position for a new barricade would be and how long it might take to construct it. He grunted a few unintelligible words to himself about work details and wood from Dark Spruce.
     “There are a few other things that I need to know,” Sy continued as he turned back to face Enin, Holli and Ryson. “You say that just this morning you sensed this Tabris had joined Sazar and, as you put it, turned down a path toward evil.”
     “Yes, that is what I said,” Enin admitted.
     “Well, I have to admit this has me somewhat confused, so I need a bit of clarification here. If I’m not mistaken, you said that Tabris was the one that made Yave into that storm. That didn’t sound like a right benevolent action. In fact, if you weren’t here when that happened, Yave would have killed Ryson here and maybe destroyed the whole town. I would have thought that action would have basically been considered an evil act on its own. Why is it you think that this morning there’s something different about her?”
     “When she turned Yave into a storm, she did so with indifference,” Enin explained. “It was not her intention to cause harm to anyone. It certainly wasn’t a decision that showed compassion or kindness, but it was truly Yave that was dictating the path of wickedness in that situation. For all intents and purposes, Tabris has been, to this point, neutral. She was not good, nor was she evil. She simply studied her craft in the desert. When she converted Yave to a storm, she did so solely for the purposes of experimentation with her own power. Today, however, she made a decision that altered her neutrality. Of that, I am certain.”
     “Well, I can’t say I follow you on that one. You’ve talked to me about this balance stuff on several occasions and I think you’re seeing things way beyond my comprehension. Still, I will never dismiss your judgment on these types of situations.”
     “I appreciate that.”
     “I do, however, have another question that regards our friend Sazar. This serp I know is trouble. He’s been bad news since the first time we encountered him. He led a fairly significant goblin force into Pinesway just a few days ago. Now, he’s joined forces with a powerful sorceress. This I know isn’t good news for anyone. Still, he doesn’t come across as one that would want a partner. From what I know of him, he seems to like being in charge. I’m guessing the sorceress is far more powerful than he is. Why would he risk joining up with someone who could order him around and there would be nothing he could do about it?”
     Enin shrugged. “That, I can not say. I have never been very good at understanding what motivates those that choose a path of evil.”
     “Not even a guess?”
     “I’m afraid not.”
     “How about either of you?” Sy asked as he looked to Holli and Ryson.
     Ryson spoke out first. “I just know what I learned from the sword when I was in Pinesway. He wanted to take over the town to turn it into some kind of breeding ground for his minions. The sword made it pretty clear to me though that if I put the scare into the goblins, Sazar would lose out. I honestly believe I did exactly what I had to in order to kill that plan. I don’t think the goblins are going back to Pinesway anytime soon.”
     “Alright, he wanted to expand his army by taking over an abandoned town. That failed so he joined up with a sorceress. I’m still not seeing the connection.”
     Holli offered her own view point. “It may be that he lost much of his forces to Ryson’s attack and he had no other alternative but to find an ally. It may not be something he wanted to do, but perhaps he felt it was necessary. Or perhaps it was the sorceress that pressed the alliance and the serp truly had no choice. How could he fight her if she is as powerful as Enin says and he had just lost the majority of his own forces?”
     Sy raised an eyebrow at the point. Quickly, he came up with a question to test the theory. “Enin, do you know where they are now?”
     “Yes, they are in the desert.”
     “This is where Tabris created her home, so to speak, so she could practice, right?”
     “Yes.”
     “Then I don’t think Tabris forced the issue.”
     Enin displayed puzzlement and questioned the conclusion even as Holli appeared accepting of it.
     “Why do you think that?” the wizard asked.
     Sy answered rather matter-of-factly. “Well, if they are at Tabris’ home, then we have to assume that Sazar sought out the sorceress and not the other way around. Otherwise, how would Sazar have gotten all the way to the Lacobian Desert so fast?”
     “I see,” Enin agreed. “Yes, it makes sense. If Tabris sought out Sazar they would be in Dark Spruce right now.”
     “Anyway,” Sy continued, “what we have so far is that Sazar probably ventured out to the Lacobian and met up with Tabris. He might have been looking for any magic-caster or he might have been searching for her in particular. We can’t be sure of which. Sazar met Tabris who is a very powerful sorceress in her own right. Something happened which led to Tabris making a decision to turn from being a neutral practicing magic-caster to being an ally of a serp we know we can’t trust and we know wants to cause some serious trouble. At this point, we really don’t know why he joined with the sorceress or what they might be up to at this very moment. That’s how I understand the situation. Am I missing anything?”
     “That sums it up very well,” Enin responded.
     Ryson perked up as he considered everything Sy just said. “Enin, when we were in Dark Spruce, you cast a spell that would allow you to see into Pinesway. When I came to your house this morning, Holli had just cast a spell to see me at the door while she was in another room. If you can do that, why don’t you cast a spell that would let you see into the Lacobian Desert right now and maybe we can get an idea of what those two are up to.”
     Sy looked to Enin expectantly. “Can you do that?”
     Enin frowned. “Not as of yet. I am still trying to figure out the proper way to bend light without an anchor point as well as avoiding detection.”
     Sy shook his head. “I have no idea what you just said. You seem to be able to cast some spells to let you look into other places, why not now?”
     “Previously,” Enin began to explain, “when I saw into Pinesway, and even when Holli watched Ryson from a distance, we both used a sight spell that requires an anchor. My sight spell into Pinesway used my web spell as the point of contact, thus I had already established a magical connection with certain aspects of the ground at Pinesway. When Holli cast her spell, she used me as the contact and I allowed her to use my sight. For me to look into Tabris at this moment, I would have to utilize a similar anchor, but I have no connection point. I could try to make one with a long ranged energy spell such as striking a point near her with wind or lightning. Unfortunately, she would immediately sense my spell. What good is spying on someone if they know you are watching? It would be better if I could actually see into that part of the desert without casting another spell first. What I am hoping to do one day is to bend light toward me so that I can actually see with my own eyes by simply capturing light from a great distance. The spell needs more work at the moment, but I am getting closer.”
     Sy looked intently at the wizard as he seemed to be playing with another thought in his mind. Enin wondered what the captain of the guard was contemplating.
     “What is it?” Enin asked.
     “You just said you could shoot a long ranged spell into the Lacobian to make some kind of magical connection. You said you could cast a wind spell or maybe lightning.”
     “That is correct, but Tabris would notice it immediately.”
     “What I have in mind wouldn’t matter. If you know where they are and can hit them with some kind of lightning blast, then why don’t you, and we can all stop worrying about this matter?”
     Enin’s expression turned to a gray mask of bitter disappointment. “You want me to just wave my hand and snuff them out like putting out a candle?”
     “If you can, yes. That’s exactly what I have in mind,” Sy admitted.
     Enin looked at Sy and then shook his head. “You know I get a bit tired of this,” he said with a huff. “Just because I know where Sazar is right now, I suppose you think I should send a massive bolt of energy at that spot. It doesn’t matter that I can’t pinpoint it exactly. All I need to do is make the bolt large enough to make sure it kills him and hopefully Tabris, too.”
     Enin paused to look into Sy’s eyes. When he saw agreement in the Captain’s expression, the wizard continued explaining his own disappointment.
     “Do you really think I can do that? Well, I probably could, but I won’t. I won’t because I would destroy everything around them as well, the innocent and the guilty. There is life in the desert, just like there is life in Dark Spruce and just like there is life right here. An act like that has great consequences, and I’m not ready to take that step, that’s a step toward disregardd—power without responsibility. Do you really want me to be like that? And if so, why stop there? I can protect every person in Burbon right now by simply sending out a destructive force that will kill every shag, river rogue, vampire and goblin within sight of the town limits. It would also kill every bird, every fox, every deer and every traveling merchant that happens to be in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Beyond that, there’s the whole concept of balance that you seem to be forgetting. What happens when I start indiscriminately removing creatures because of their choices? Do I become the ultimate slayer of all things that don’t choose the path we want them to choose? And where do you think this evil will go, just disappear? I can tell you it doesn’t work like that. For every evil creature I destroy, that evil will find a new home, most likely a more diabolical one. No, it’s not a matter of can or can’t. I won’t do this.”
     The mood became somewhat uncomfortable as Enin folded his arms across his chest and continued to look at Sy with something less than defiance but something more than disappointment. The captain acknowledged the moment with a will to move on.
     “Very well, I’m sorry I asked. I’ll try not to do it again.”
     “I would appreciate that.”
     “I guess then there’s not much we do about this,” Sy stated. “Sazar and Tabris are out in the desert and we can hope they stay there. I’ll start planning the new bulwark and inform all the guards of what we know. Other than that, we just have to hope we don’t see any trouble from them.”
     Holli agreed with the assessment. “It is a sound decision. If we do not go looking for trouble, we have a better chance of avoiding it. It is also best to remain prepared in case it comes looking for us.”
     Ryson jumped in quickly to shift the focus to a point of his own. “There’s something that’s been bothering me about all this and I realize now what it is. I remember that when I was in Pinesway, Lief showed up as I told everyone. Problem is he said he was going to be hunting the dark creatures. I guess he thinks that’s going to keep him occupied now that he’s been banished from his camp. But basically, he’s taking just the opposite approach we’ve decided on, he’s out looking for trouble. Anyway, he said if he ran into Sazar he would take care of him. He had the kind of look in his eye that indicated he might not just wait to run into him accidentally, that he might go out of his way looking for him. If he does that now, he’s going to run into not only Sazar but Tabris as well. He has to be warned about that. I don’t think I would sleep well if I knew something happened to Lief because of Sazar and Tabris, especially if I knew I could prevent it.”
     “So you’re going to take off after the elf and try and find him and warn him?” Sy asked with a raised eyebrow.
     “That’s the plan,” Ryson said, but then realized Sy looked more than slightly apprehensive. “You don’t seem happy with this, what’s up?”
     Sy continued to press with a suspicious tone. “You’re not using this as an excuse to scout out the Lacobian and to find out what Tabris and Sazar are up to now, are you?”
     Ryson answered firmly, without a hint of anything but sincerity. “That’s not my intention at all. In fact, the truth is I have no desire to go anywhere near the Lacobian. The only way I’m going to end up there is if Lief is somehow tracking Sazar and has gotten that far, but I really don’t want that to be the case. I’m hoping he’s still in Dark Spruce somewhere. Even if Lief is in the Lacobian, I’ll try to get to him before he gets anywhere near Tabris and Sazar. That way, I won’t have to go near them, either. I have no intention of getting involved with this sorceress.”
     “Let’s hope none of us have to get involved with her.” Sy added. “Are you going to leave now?”
     “In a moment,” the delver replied. “I have to go tell Linda what I’m up to first. I promised I would. And Enin, the dogs will have to wait for that run.”



Chapter 11

     “I know it’s a lot to ask, and I don’t know if I should even be asking it at all, but I thought I would at least talk it over with you. You don’t mind, do you?”
     Linda’s question held a great deal of hope, and Enin’s answer inspired even more.
     “Linda, you have an open invitation to talk things over with me whenever you want. Well, as long as I’m not in the middle of trying to cast a new spell. You might want to give me a bit of space then. I’m always careful, but you can never be too careful. Anyway, you are a person I would never turn away. I have said it before and to more people than I can remember: this town owes you a great debt even though they don’t realize it. Your Ryson is indispensable to us. Many think I am the reason this town still exists, but they don’t truly understand. Burbon owes its existence to Ryson Acumen and we owe Ryson’s desire to stay in Burbon to you.”
     “I don’t think I want to think of it like that,” Linda said somewhat hesitantly, not sure of how to respond to such a statement. “I’m with Ryson because I want to be, not because I wanted him to save the town.”
     “And he is with you because he wants to be, and that’s why he is in Burbon.”
     “Well, thank you.” Linda paused as if trying to find the right words to move on to her request. She noted the elf’s presence in the sitting room. “I’m glad she’s here, too. Ry told me all the things Holli did at Sanctum Mountain and we all know how she helped out against the dwarves from Dunop. I think when good people are around, it makes you feel safer.”
     Holli nodded in appreciation of the comment but said nothing.
     “What is it that’s bothering you, Linda?” Enin asked. “You can come right out and say it, and if you can’t explain it as well as you like, we can work with that, too. Remember who you’re dealing with here. Most people don’t know what I’m talking about half the time I say something. I just tend to keep blurting things out until it finally makes sense. It works for me, it can work for you.”
     Linda smiled slightly, but then remembered why she came and then any hint of a smile disappeared completely. “It’s just that Ry told me about this Tabris sorceress today. He told me that she’s helping that serp, Sazar. He’s gone now, left to find Lief. It’s not that he went out looking for Lief that’s bothering me. I actually would have expected him to. He always worries about his friends and it’s not a surprise at all. This Tabris, though, has me worried.”
     Enin pressed forward with a consideration of his own as Linda took a breath and a moment to try and be more exact in her words. “You worry that Ryson will try to solve the problem with Tabris on his own? I don’t believe that is the case.”
     “No, I don’t think Ry will initiate it, but I have a feeling Tabris will. I’m not even sure Ry remembers, maybe he does and didn’t say anything because he didn’t want me to worry, but I remember it. This sorceress didn’t always call herself Tabris. At one point, her name was Lauren and she went into Sanctum to help destroy the Sphere of Ingar. Ryson told me that when everything was done on Sanctum, Tabris said she was either going to kill him or thank him for what she had become. He told me this right after he came back from Sanctum, almost as if it was an afterthought. I guess at the time, this Tabris wasn’t that much of a worry to him, just starting out as a sorceress. I think everyone pretty much dismissed it, but for some reason I never did. Now, you think she’s doing bad things, joining with Sazar, and who knows what else. It was enough to get all of you wondering what she might do to Burbon and enough to send Ryson out looking to warn Lief. If that’s the case, I don’t think Tabris is going to want to thank anyone.”
     “So you think she will wish to make an attempt on Ryson’s life?” Enin asked with a raised eyebrow.
     “Maybe, I don’t know, I really can’t say. I just know that the moment Ry told me what was going on, I dreaded hearing it and I’ve been dreading it ever since.”
     Enin spoke with great sincerity as he attempted to do more than simply comfort Linda. With all honesty, he wanted to convey his own certainty that Tabris would not be able to harm the delver. “If you are looking for assurances that Ryson is safe from Tabris, I can tell you that I am not concerned at all with the possibility of Tabris being successful in killing Ryson. You really have nothing to worry about. You’re only causing yourself a great deal of unnecessary strain.”
     “I appreciate that, but you’re not me,” Linda replied quickly, almost as if she wanted to explain her terrors more than she wanted to hear Enin’s conciliations. “It’s hard to explain. There are things I can accept, things I need to deal with whether I like it or not. I know I am always going to worry about Ryson. There are times I want to be able to help him, but I know I can’t. He has to go out on his own. He has to go exploring. That’s the way it is and that’s the way it will be. I know what’s in store for me being married to a delver. I can live with that, but this thing with Tabris, I never bargained for this. This is very different, not at all like what I’m used to, and I honestly don’t know if I can handle it.”
     Enin persisted in attempting to relieve Linda’s fears. “Linda, I understand what you’re thinking, but again I can assure you that at this time Ryson has nothing to worry about from Tabris.”
     “That’s just it.” Linda stopped as a wave of emotion carried its effects across her face. She swallowed hard and forced herself to continue. “I have no idea when it could happen, when Tabris could strike. You tell me he’s safe now, and maybe that’s true. Maybe I can even accept it, but what good does it do me for tomorrow or the next day or the next? This is like a weight on my back that will never be removed.”
     Enin started to speak, but stopped before a word came out. He furrowed his brow and tried again, but once more he couldn’t think of the right way to explain to Linda what he truly knew.
     Linda interpreted this as an affirmation of her own fears. “You see, it really isn’t easy to deal with.” She paused only for a moment when she wiped away a quick tear. “I want you to understand that I’m not just being over emotional about this. The land is different now, and I’ve seen things—we’ve all seen things we’ve never expected. It’s not like we can just make a wish and all the bad things will disappear and things will go back to the way they were. We all have to deal with it and I understand that, but this thing with Tabris—it’s like it’s haunting me. I keep thinking of all the things she might be able to do.”
     Linda turned to Holli. “Don’t misunderstand me. I know there’s good out there, too. I never knew elves existed. Now that I do, I’m happy to know there are elves out there like you and Lief. It’s not like I want you to go away.”
     “I never thought that,” Holli answered simply.
     Linda turned back to Enin. “And I know you are truly a good person. I don’t think we could have asked for a better person to be the wizard that we all depend on, but this magic changes everything and I don’t even understand it.”
     After taking one deep long breath, she continued in her attempt to explain what was going through her mind. “It’s going to tear me up inside knowing that some sorceress might want to kill him. When he goes on a scout, I know he’s careful, I know he can look out for himself. That makes it easier. But this Tabris isn’t something he can look out for. And it doesn’t even have to happen when he’s out on his own. It could happen right here in town when I’m with him and there won’t be anything I can do.”
     Linda became more than tearful. She began to cry openly. “I remember when Yave showed up as a storm. After everything we went through, the town was almost destroyed by dwarves, Ryson was captured in Dunop, and I never lost hope, until that storm showed up. I thought to myself how do we fight that, how can Ryson escape that. He can’t.”
     “But I took care of Yave, she will never be back,” Enin stated, still hoping to calm Linda’s fears.
     “Yes, but Tabris made Yave into the storm and Tabris is still here. Tabris could come at any time and create another storm or another magical power that I can’t even describe. What can I do to stop that? What can Ryson do?”
     Here, Linda steadied herself and looked right into Enin’s eyes. “You saved Ryson from Yave. I want you to make sure you’ll do it again, but I don’t want to wait. I can’t live like that, waiting and wondering when she might strike. I have too much to worry about as it is with him out there alone all the time. I can’t have this on top of it, I can’t!”
     “What is it you would ask of me exactly?” Enin asked without hesitation.
     “I want you to tell her. Tell this Tabris she is not to harm Ryson. Tell her you protect him. Everyone talks about how powerful you are. Even today, Ryson told me not to worry because this sorceress is nothing like you. I believe that. I also believe that if you tell her to keep away from him, she’ll have to listen. I don’t know why, but it makes sense to me. Someone as powerful as you has to be listened to, do you understand?”
     Enin nodded. “Yes, I understand and I will do as you ask. In fact, I will do so right after you leave. I want you to go home and rest. Worry about Ryson in whatever way you wish, but don’t worry about Tabris any further.”
     The room suddenly seemed brighter to Linda, the air lighter, and the world not so dangerous. She leapt over to the wizard and hugged him gratefully. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
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     Ryson was both pleased and annoyed when he first returned to Pinesway. Pleased because most of the corpses had been removed and were not left rotting in the streets. The cold, dry dormant season air would have kept them from decomposing too quickly, but the scent of death certainly would have attracted wild animals and who knows what else from surrounding Dark Spruce. In truth, it almost appeared as if the goblin raid had never happened. Along with the dead being removed, the crossbow bolts the goblins fired had been taken from the ground and the walls. 
     The pleasure from the unexpected clean up was short-lived, and Ryson became annoyed when he realized that the brigands had returned to claim the city, and thus probably looted the bodies before they dumped them in the woods. Any weapons left behind by goblins were now prizes for these bandits.
     “So I get rid of goblins and what takes their place? Thieves,” Ryson grumbled, as he moved at a light jogging pace toward the last place he saw Lief Woodson. As he moved through one narrow street, he could not help but sense a trio of would-be bandits laying in wait for a wayward traveler. With his disgust surrounding the circumstances of this abandoned town still fresh in his mind, he decided to see if he could set them straight in the error of their ways.
     He bolted toward their position before they even knew he was there. Two held rough clubs and the last held on to a crossbow. The bow was now of little danger to the delver as it wasn’t yet loaded and Ryson stood too close for the thief to get off a practical shot. With swiftness that left the two club-holding bandits pale, Ryson struck at their wrists with the edge of his own palm. The stinging pain forced them to drop their weapons. He then reached over with near blatant disregard for all three of the thieves and plucked the crossbow from the hands of the leader. He flung it with force against the far wall of an abandoned building. It shattered, rendering it useless.
     Ryson now stood stone still in the midst of the three dumbfounded brigands. He gave them a moment to collect their senses.
     “There’s still three of you and only one of me. Of course, you don’t have your weapons any more. Oh, wait, let’s make sure of that.”
     With speed the villains could not comprehend, Ryson shuffled his feet in two quick kicks and sent the clubs far out of reach.
     The move actually angered one of the men as he felt the kick to his weapon was an insult to his manhood. 
     “Why you stinkin’…”
     He reached for Ryson, but his hands found nothing but empty air. The delver dashed around the grappler’s opposing shoulder and ended up behind him. With yet another lightning swift kick from the delver, the angry thief felt a blasting heel to his buttocks and ended up in a heap on the ground.
     The other two decided to stay put. Ryson almost wanted to commend them for their intelligence, but he doubted they would understand.
     “I want all of you out of here. I come back here from time to time and I don’t easily forget faces. I was easy on you this time, next time I won’t be. Move on.”
     Ryson moved right up to the brigand on the ground that had rolled over onto the seat of his pants. Before the thief could stand up, the delver put his face right to his. The cold chill in the air was apparent as Ryson’s breath turned into a cloud of condensation around the bandit’s head. “You understand what I just said?”
     The challenge was clear. This wasn’t even the leader of the three, just some muscle. Ryson had his back to the leader. He did that intentionally. He faced the one he felt was the most emotionally unstable, the one he wanted to send a clear message. The leader would be just smart enough to find another town, but the one that initially attacked him might want to stay to exact some sort of revenge. Ryson wanted to leave no doubt in this man’s mind that such an idea was not in his best interest. 
     “You don’t like being on the ground, do you? Well, right now you can get up and walk away. Next time, maybe not. The two behind me, they don’t matter. Forget them—forget what they might think or what they might say. Just move on.”
     Ryson never took his eyes from the man on the ground as he backed away and returned to his path toward the center of town. The thought of the now broken crossbow made Ryson think of the old man he had come across during the goblin raid. He looked about the empty houses and wondered if any of these were the man’s home. He thought for a moment about maybe trying to track him down to see if he was still alive, to see if he needed anything. Then, he remembered how the old man left him and how Ryson knew there wasn’t really anything he could do for him other than to let him be.
     Increasing his speed, the delver quickly reached the town square. Remembering exactly the last spot Lief Woodson stood, Ryson reviewed the ground, examining it for the clear signs of the elf’s path. Delvers were not the best trackers, as their focus often wandered, but they had the natural eye to pick up specific traces of markings. Separating the different paths of goblins, humans, and the elf, Ryson centered his concentration on the tracks he needed to follow. The trail moved in the exact direction Ryson remembered Lief used to make his departure, and thus the delver followed it with confidence. He knew he could at least track the elf through this part of town.
     The elf’s tracks were old, but the lack of any true population in the town kept them clear enough for Ryson to follow. The trail led him through many streets and in an almost directionless path. Ryson realized why when he noted the elf had stopped on several occasions to fire his bow, probably at the fleeing goblins. Remembering the anger Lief displayed, Ryson doubted that any of the arrow shots were meant to do anything but kill. Following Lief’s path eventually led Ryson to the northwest section of town near the river. The trail of the elf changed here, becoming more deliberate. Once Ryson crossed the bridge leading out of town, he picked up a second set of tracks. They were the distinct markings of a river rogue, complete with clawed-tipped, webbed feet imprints in the sandy soil by the river’s edge.
     “So Lief went after the river rogue and it looks like the rogue took off into the forest.” Ryson looked into the trees and then at the sky to fix his own position. “Heading northwest. At least that’s nowhere near the Lacobian, and nowhere near Tabris.”
     Ryson headed off into the northern branch of Dark Spruce Forest following the tracks of the rogue and the elf and hoping that he would find Lief before the trail turned in a different direction.
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     Once Linda left for home, Enin prepared Holli for two trips he now planned to take this day.
     “We might as well take advantage of this opportunity to test your new spells. First, we are going to see Tabris in the Lacobian desert.”
     “Before we go,” Holli interrupted, “there is something I have to ask. It is something I actually suspect. You were very quick to tell Linda that she had little to worry about Ryson being killed by Tabris. I must admit I was surprised by that. I have always been of the belief that very little is certain in this land, there are no guarantees. It is something I had to live by while being an elf guard. We took nothing for granted so we could be prepared for anything. Yet, you seemed to have no difficulty offering certainty to Linda. Right now, we know Ryson is looking for Lief and it is not without reason that Lief could be looking for Sazar. That possibly could bring Ryson right to Tabris. Ryson is very skilled as a delver, but by your own admission, this sorceress is also very powerful. Is there something you know that allows you to be so certain that Ryson is safe from Tabris?”
     “Safe? No, not safe. He may indeed have to face her. Of that, I am not certain.”
     “But you are sure Tabris can not kill Ryson, that he will not be taken away from Linda by the sorceress.”
     “Yes, Ryson has a destiny he must still face. I can see that in him. It is something he can not avoid. Thus, it would be impossible for Tabris to do anything that would keep him from that destiny.”
     “Do you wish to tell me what that destiny is?”
     “No.”
     “Very well, but why not tell Linda what you just told me?”
     Enin smiled at Holli. “You learn about people quickly, don’t you? In the short time we have been together, I’m becoming more grateful that you are here. The truth is that I thought of doing just that, thought of telling Linda the real reason she need not worry at this time. Then I thought how do I word it? Do I tell her I see a destiny for Ryson that he must meet, and in order to meet it he must obviously be alive? Whatever way I thought of saying it, it just didn’t sound right. It might have even scared her more than the thought of Ryson facing Tabris. What would I have accomplished then?”
     “Very little,” admitted Holli.
     “I also have to remember that the magic is very different with Linda. I’m sure you’ve noticed that.”
     “I noticed the first time I met her,” Holli replied. “She has no reception to the energy whatsoever. In fact, I believe her essence actually repels magical energies.”
     “Your perceptions are right once more. If I cast a spell at her, used every ounce of my energy, it would not affect her in the least. Magic simply can not enter her being. She may not acknowledge that she’s aware of this, but I think deep down she senses it. It’s kind of like everyone is in a rain storm and everyone is dripping wet, except her. She’s completely dry and she doesn’t know why. Because of that, she has a deeper fear of magic.
     “It doesn’t make sense really. She shouldn’t fear it at all. She’s basically immune to it. But since she can’t touch it in anyway, she can’t gain even a shred of understanding about the energy. So what do I do by telling her that the magic allows me to see certain things that must come to pass? I only make her fear the magic even more. No, it’s much easier to simply go off and throw a warning at Tabris than to explain to Linda why the sorceress is not a true threat. If that makes Linda feel better, than it is time well spent. It may also serve a few other purposes.”
     “May I ask what they might be?”
     “You may ask, and I will answer because you’re going with me to two different places today and I want you to know why. When we talk with Tabris, I want to get a better feeling for her. I want to see if I can figure out why she chose to join up with Sazar. I also want to let her know that we here in Burbon are aware of this. It’s a pretty good idea not only to warn her off from trying to hurt Ryson, but while we’re there we might as well tell her to stay away from Burbon. As powerful as she is, she still won’t want to cross me. This Sazar is a brazen creature, he moved on Burbon after the dwarves attacked. He might have new ideas of how to take the town. I want to let them both know it’s not really something they want to pursue. Finally, I also need to get a sense for something else. I need to know if someone else might be involved in this alliance of Tabris and Sazar, and if I can get near Tabris, I might be able to sense something.”
     “Who is this someone else? Can you tell me?”
     “You will be meeting him in our second trip. His name is Baannat. I am not completely certain of what he truly is, though I have my ideas. He is a very powerful sorcerer, that much I do know. He is nearly my exact duplicate in what I can do with the magical energies. He is also very evil.”
     “That’s not very settling.” 
     “Well, yes and no. It’s never settling to have something that evil being that powerful,” Enin admitted. “By the same token, evil has to exist for the balance of things in this land to work. I hope I am on the side of ‘good’. That being the case, there would need to be an equivalent power on the side of evil. I believe this counter balance exists in Baannat. If he did not carry this power, it would be carried by others. With Baannat, I know where he is and I believe I can counteract whatever evil he might attempt. As long as I don’t try to intervene in this land and try to force my own concept of ‘good’ on everyone, that will keep Baannat from intervening is his way. If he did, he would tip the balance and I would have the opportunity to act. If he does nothing, and I do nothing, the balance is maintained. I’ve tried to explain this to others without actually mentioning Baannat, and for the most part I get rather perplexed looks. What do you think of what I just said?”
     “I think I will be extraordinarily careful when you bring me to meet this Baannat.”
     “Yes, of course you would, that’s what you would say. But what of balance, what do you think of that?”
     “I think I know far too little to have any valid opinion on that matter.”
     “That’s a very careful response as well.”
     “Yes, it is.” Holli hummed in agreement.
     “Now, before we go to meet Tabris, I want you to understand how this will work. We will go to the Lacobian first and deal with the sorceress. I will go first and you will follow quickly after with a spell I will advise you of in a moment. When we are finished with Tabris, I will cast a spell that will bring us back here together. I do not wish to leave you alone in her presence even for a moment. When we have made our return, I will advise you on our trip to Baannat’s realm. Does this all sound reasonable to your elf guard senses?”
     Holli asked a quick pointed question before answering.
     “Will we simply drop out of the blue on Tabris?”
     “For the most part, yes.”
     “If she is startled or agitated by what she might view as an invader, she might respond in kind. Will you be prepared to defend yourself against her if she does?”
     “Absolutely.”
     “This spell I am to cast that will bring me there as well, I have no idea what state it will leave me in. Will you be able to protect me as well?”
     “Again, absolutely.”
     “Then I have no reservations at the moment to your plan.”
     “This is great; see how well we can get along.” Enin beamed with a glowing smile. “Now, let us first address the spell I want you to cast. We have talked about it before. By now you should be much attuned to my energy.” 
     “I am.”
     “Good,” Enin smiled, “because that’s how you will follow me to Tabris. I will cast a spell I have showed you before—a spell that allows me to move across time and space. This will bring me to Tabris in a very short period of time. While I believe you could cast the same spell, it would take almost all of your energy and there is another way to accomplish the same thing with much less power. I want you to cast an animal tracking spell, say of a wolf, one that will allow you to track my path. I will leave a wake of energy that will allow you to ride the waves of my movement as long as you are focused on my energy. The tracking spell is the vehicle that will allow you to do just that, but it will be my force that actually moves you. Imagine that you will cast the spell of the cart and I will cast the spell of the horse. Do you understand?”
     “Yes, actually I do.”
     “Excellent, then let’s get started. Remember to ride the waves of movement I leave behind for you, that way you save energy. All you have to do is follow in the wake.” 
     Enin’s smile grew broader as he turned his palms upward to face the sky. Two circles of pure white graced his hands and quickly rushed upward in an arc toward the heavens. His form quickly shimmered into a blurry fog and then disappeared.
     “I guess he has faith I can cast the tracking spell,” Holli murmured to herself.
     Holli closed her eyes and focused on the head of a wolf and then its muzzle. She thought of air flowing into the nostrils as she waved her own hands. An octagon outline of green formed at her fingertips. She kept her hands still as the green energy took the shape of a wolf’s head that almost immediately darted upon the remnants of Enin’s arc.
     Holli felt her body being carried, not by her energy, but by Enin’s. She simply had to focus on the trail. She kept her eyes closed as she concentrated deeply on her own spell, fixing an image of a wolf in her mind. The trail itself moved with great speed and force and it mixed with her own magical energy as it carried her through space and time. She felt the wind in her face and the temperature turn both cold and hot all around her.
     Holli remembered the Lacobian desert from her past treks through it with Ryson Acumen. It was a harsh land, loose sand splashed over hard, sun-baked rock. The blazing sun seemed to dry every inch of her body and wash out her keen elf vision as the distance seemed blurred in a twisting, super heated haze. She remembered how the air blasted her lungs like the opening of a furnace door and she hated thinking about those memories. Thankfully, however, it was the dormant season and she hoped the place she landed would be somewhat less hostile. 
     When Holli felt the movement stop and the land came into a new focus around her, she looked around in startled amazement. Her surroundings were, in fact, nothing like the desert she remembered and more like the green lush forest of her elf camp. More perplexing, however, was that the surrounding plants and trees appeared to be in a stage of enjoying the late spring as opposed to being in a phase of dormancy. She knew that Tabris’ magic created this environment, but it was no illusion. The sorceress controlled the power of the storm and obviously used it to make her Lacobian desert home more comfortable. 
     As the elf acquired her bearings, she realized she was near a still, crystal clear pool of water surrounded by several trees as well as indigenous desert boulders. The air she breathed felt cool and damp in her lungs as opposed to the searing hot dryness she expected. Enin stood one step ahead of her and faced a sorceress that appeared very tense and wore a suspicious expression that seemed to darken her features.
     Enin had already begun speaking when the sounds of this place became clearer to Holli’s ears.
     “I’m not here to interfere with your decision,” Enin was saying. “It’s yours to make as are the consequences that you will ultimately face. It is simply not my place to try to guide people down one path or another.”
     “But you find it your place to invade my home,” Tabris sneered.
     “Invade your home? Hardly.”
     “What then?” Tabris demanded. “I did not invite you here. You came here on your own and I don’t want you here.”
     “Tabris, what you want is irrelevant to me.”
     “So you think you can ignore my wishes?” 
     “I can. I am here for the sake of others. It is their wishes and their well-being that I am most concerned—Ryson Acumen for one. The delver is under my protection and my watchful eye. Burbon is also under my protection, as you must already know. I will not take kindly to any action on your part that might put my home or my friends in danger.”
     “So you come here to offer threats!” Tabris cursed.
     Enin grew tired of the sorceress’ angry banter. “I am not going to waste time with you displaying my powers or challenging you to a duel. You are extraordinary powerful. One of the most powerful I have seen to date. Still, you are no match for me. A dozen of you are no match for me. A hundred of you are no match for me. It is no insult to you and not meant to be one. I am not boasting, and I am not threatening. You and I both know that if I wanted you removed as a threat from this land I could do so with a mere bat of my eye and there is not a thing you could do about it.”
     “Then why are you here?” Tabris asked with a more accusing tone.
     “You faced a choice in which direction you are going to travel, a choice between good and evil. You chose evil. It was your choice to make and you will live with whatever comes of that decision. The delver, however, will not suffer from that decision.”
     The sorceress, while understanding that she was no match for Enin, still remained confrontational. 
     “Because you say so?” 
     “No, because fate says so. My time here serves no real purpose in this regard save one. There are those that think the delver needs protection from you. They want me to warn you to do him no harm. What they do not understand is that I do not have to protect him. He is protected by his own destiny. Those that are concerned, however, would not understand that. They want me to deliver a message to you and I am doing so. I do this only for their benefit. You and I both understand that my warning truly means nothing to you. But you do understand the power of fate, don’t you?” 
     Tabris grimaced. 
     “Yes, you do. You will not harm him because you now know you can not harm him, and I see in you that you will not waste your time in useless endeavors. You should thank me for saving you time and energy.’
     “I will not thank you for something I would have discovered on my own.”
     “Then perhaps you will thank me for this. I also know of your partnership with Sazar. The people that guard my home are also aware of it. I do not like this Sazar creature and I don’t want him threatening Burbon. I may not like to act forcibly on matters, but I am always entitled to defend my home. In that regard, I do not alter the balance, instead I maintain it. If Sazar, or you for that matter, decides to attack Burbon, I will ensure that you fail in the most devastating means available to me.”
     Tabris simply glared.
     Enin turned his back on her and addressed Holli. “Your tracking spell was perfect. Well done. My purpose here is complete. Now please allow me to take us both back home together.”



Chapter 12

     “The place we are going to does in fact exist, but it isn’t truly in this land, not truly part of what we might consider our normal every day existence.” Enin wanted to make sure Holli knew what to expect when they reached their next destination and thus he continued with his description. “It is a defined space with absolute borders, but it’s almost as if there’s nothing there. If it made sense to say it was like walking through a fog you couldn’t see, I would say that, but of course that makes no sense at all. Still, that’s the sensation you will encounter. As much as you try to perceive anything truly physical, your senses will be blocked. You will see the figure of Baannat, but he chooses to cloak himself in the same type of fog. When you look at him, you will see something of a shadow, but it will remain out of focus. This is really going to sound ridiculous, but again, I have no other way to describe it. The area has no true light and has no true dark. You have to remember that there is no sun or stars or bright moon or even a torch for that matter. Therefore, there is no natural light. Still, there is magic and so there is no darkness, either.”
     “So I will be able to see, unlike being in a darkened cave, but there will be nothing to see other than the shadowed figure of Baannat?” Holli asked.
     “You put it better than I do. It is not an entirely new dimension. It is more of a pocket of space. Baannat carved out this pocket for himself so he could exist between our physical land of Uton and the place where the dark creatures come from. Thus, I am nearly certain he has some kind of connection to the dark creatures. The area seems to be affected by most the physical rules of nature that my egghead scientist friend likes to talk about, but then again, it is not truly a place of physical existence. You will feel as if you are walking on the ground, but you are really standing and walking on magic. The space is something like a magical duplication of an empty room right here, but it is not of the same makeup. That’s the best way I can describe it.”
     “This might be difficult for me,” Holli admitted. “While I am trained to adjust to new surroundings, adapting to such an environment will cause me some instinctive problems.”
     “Such as?”
     “I am trained to search for dangers and threats, places of safety and paths of retreat. I will not be able to find any of these in what you describe.”
     “That is true.”
     “That is what I will find difficult,” Holli admitted. “I appreciate you being honest with me and preparing me for this before we faced it.”
     “I like to help where I can.”
     “Thank you. As long as you are willing to be helpful and prepare me for this endeavor, I have a question which I would like to ask.”
     “Fire away,” Enin said.
     “How did you find this Baannat, and if he created this space, why does he let you enter?”
     “That’s two questions, but I’ll be happy to answer them both,” Enin replied almost too lightheartedly for Holli’s liking for a question she felt was extremely significant. “When I began to understand balance, I actually went looking for him. I figured something like him probably existed, and if so, it would be a good idea to find him. Searching for such an entity was actually somewhat easy because of the vast magical energy he possesses. Similar to the ability to see people’s fate, I also have a deep connection to magic. The pocket of space he created was fairly easy to find when I put my mind to looking for it. As to why he lets me come in, I’m really not sure if he could stop me. He never put up a barrier or anything. I just showed up one day and we started talking.”
     “So you don’t really know why he lets you in.”
     “No, I guess I don’t.”
     “Well, then that’s not really an answer, is it.”
     Enin furrowed his brow. “Hmmmmm, I guess it isn’t.”
     “Then you really only answered one question after all.”
     Enin laughed. 
     “Yes, you’re right again, but enough of that for now.” Enin said, as he turned slightly more serious. “Let’s discuss your spell casting. I want you to actually cast the spell that will bring you to Baannat’s realm. I will go first and you will follow, but you won’t use the wake of my energy to move you this time. Instead, you will focus on my energy to guide you, but you will have to cast the spell to actually take you from this place to Baannat’s. You will be able to use me as a target once I am there. Focus on me and cast a spell that will bring you to my side. The important thing to remember is that this time you’re not really moving through physical space as you know it. Baannat is not living in an area that truly exists in this land. He is somewhat between physical space. You really don’t even have to concentrate on movement through space at all. What you need to do is cast a spell that will transport your presence from here to a spot next to mine.”
     Holli stood still and quiet as she tried to get a handle on the aspects of the spell Enin described. After a few moments, she voiced her concerns. “I think I understand what you said, but I’m not sure how I can cast a spell to accomplish the task. In the other transport spell you taught me, the one where I can move myself and others across the land in a very short time, I learned to focus on channeling the magic to a specific area. From there, I would form a straight line in my mind between the two points of where I currently stood and where I wanted to go. When I had the line in my mind, I simply shortened it as much as I could. Basically, in my mind I compacted the space between the two points while still maintaining a concept of travel from one place to another. It worked for me, though it wore me out, took most of my energy.”
     “That won’t happen with this spell, at least it shouldn’t take much of your energy at all,” Enin interrupted. “As I said, you’re not going to require the energy to move you across time and space. This is not a spell that will move you as we understand movement. This should be a spell that simply transports you from one spot to another. You are here and then you are there. No movement in between.” 
     “That’s the problem,” Holli stated firmly. “With this spell you want me to cast, I can see you as the target but I don’t know how to draw the line between where I am and where you will be. I won’t have a true reference point in my mind.”
     Enin shook his head and attempted to be clearer in what the elf had to do. “That’s because you’re still trying to force this into a time and space move as opposed to a sheer transportation spell. You do not create a line because there will be no line. You simply go from one point to another disregarding the space between.”
     “But if there are two points, then there should be space between them,” Holli argued, holding to her own concepts.
     “Not when one point is not in the same frame of existence as the other. Think of it this way, pretend you can only draw your line with ink on a piece of paper. That works fine when you want to travel from one spot on the paper to another. You can draw the line with ease. In this case, however, one point is on one piece of paper, but the other point is on an entirely different piece of paper. You can’t draw your line under these circumstances, but the two points still exist. You just have to transport yourself from one piece of paper to the other. Does that help?”
     “Slightly,” Holli allowed, but continued to voice her difficulties with the spell. “My problem is that if I don’t draw the line in my head, I honestly don’t know how I get from one point to the other. That’s my sticking point.”
     “I see,” Enin allowed as he rubbed his chin. “Well, the truth is this is a difficult spell for you to cast. It is a combination of different magical aspects, and they have little to do with your primary powers. Shadow is prevalent in the spell because you are in essence transporting yourself to a place that is a whisper reflection of this land. Light is involved slightly as an offset to its natural opposite shadow but more importantly in how the yellow aspect is included in the orange aura of energy and movement. The orange power of energy will guide and bring you to me while the gray essence of shadow will let you pass into this other plane of existence. I know that doesn’t sound very clear but that is the essence of the spell. Because you cast with a green aura, it is difficult for you to see the underlying aspects of the gray and orange energy types that are involved in the basics of the spell. Let me see if I can help you with that.”
     Enin took a candle off the desk in front of him and lit it. He held up the flame for Holli to see. “We know the flame exists because we can see it and feel the heat from it. Still, I can pass my finger through it as if it were not there. If I take another candle and hold the wick to this one, another flame is born. If I then hold the two candles apart, there are two separate flames. When I bring the candles back together and hold the wicks next to each other, the flames merge into one again.” 
     Enin walked around the desk toward Holli. “Now, look at your shadow on the ground. It has no substance, no depth whatsoever, but you can see it is there. When I stand here, my shadow is separate from yours. If I walk toward you, my shadow combines with yours and neither of our shadows is the same as it was. When I step away, our shadows return to the outline of our individual shapes.”
     Enin stepped back and let Holli examine the change in their shadows on the floor. He then pointed to her shadow. “The source of light that creates your shadow is in front of you, so where is the shadow?”
     “Behind me,” Holli answered. 
     “That is correct, and if I circle you with a candle, the shadow rotates around you. It moves on the floor. Now let us change the conditions of the light. If a candle that was in front of you is immediately extinguished and another light is instantly lit behind you, where would the shadow be?”
     “In front of me.”
     “Think very clearly on that,” Enin pressed. “The shadow was in front of you and then behind you. It did not move in a path around you to get from one place to the other. Your shadow shifted from one place to another without actually moving through space. Though it did not actually follow a path, or a line, it did change positions. It was here, and then it was there. Do you understand?”
     Holli nodded and her expression appeared as if a cloud was slowly lifting from her mind.
     Enin continued. “The concepts I tell you should let your mind gain a spark of understanding of energy and shadow. They are certainly complex topics when it comes to magic. What should help you in casting this spell is understanding that just because something has no substance doesn’t mean it can’t exist. Also, the lack of substance allows for shifting motion that is not bound by the same restrictions that objects of solid material face in this existence. So, when I ask you to consider the spell of transporting to my side, you have to think in terms beyond the movement spell you have already learned. You must focus on allowing the magic to do what it is capable of doing and that’s bringing you to me without actually traveling through space and time. Just like a shadow can jump from place to place, you can jump. In this case, the magic will be like the light source. Let the magic worry about the details of how it happens.”
     “Are you saying to simply focus on the desired results and not the method?” Holli asked with a new glint in her eyes.
     Enin’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes, that’s an excellent way to put it, as long as you understand that you have to shape the magic in your mind to do what you want. You can’t simply say ‘Take me to Enin’ and poof you will be by my side. Anyone can do that. The question is can you grasp the concepts of energy and shadow magic in such a way that you can cast a spell that will bring you to me, wherever I am?”
     “Yes, I believe I can. As long as I don’t worry about the mechanics of how it’s being done, I believe I can call on the magic to bring me to your side. All I have to do is focus on your magical essence, as long as you keep it open to me.”
     “I will indeed,” Enin allowed. “Are you ready to give this a try?”
     “Yes.”
     “Excellent. I will transport myself to Baannat. Once I am gone, you can cast your spell and you should immediately appear in Baannat’s realm. If for some reason you fail, do not worry. I will give you a few moments and if you don’t appear, I will summon you to my side. I don’t think that will be necessary because looking at you now, I believe you know what you have to do.”
     “I believe so as well,” Holli stated confidently.
     “Before we go, let me warn you not to speak to Baannat. Listen to everything he says, but say nothing. Ok?”
     “Will I be able to speak to you if necessary?”
     “Absolutely. If you have something you need, or a question, don’t hesitate to ask. I just would prefer if you didn’t speak to Baannat.”
     “Very well.”
     “Then let us get this over with.”
     Enin raised his hands above his head and two circles of white quickly encased his entire body and he disappeared.
     Holli immediately focused on Enin’s magical essence. She could feel his power but could not place it in any particular location. It was almost as if he was in the air over her very head. She ceased trying to put a known location on Enin’s presence and simply focused on appearing at his side, as if she wanted to send her own shadow next to his with a bright flash of magic. She mouthed a few whispers and she disappeared in a mist of green.
     Holli appeared in a space of bland white with no other color. She could see, but other than herself, Enin and a shadowy figure off in the distance in front of them, there was nothing else to focus on. It felt as if her feet stood on solid ground, but she could perceive no floor. There appeared to be walls, but she could not gauge how far the walls were from her current position. She considered pulling an arrow from her quiver and firing it off into any direction simply to see where it might stop, or if it stopped at all before it flew out of her range of vision. She decided quickly against the action, for she could not be certain of how the magic of this space would affect the path of her arrow. She wondered if it might end up coming right back at her.
     Holli’s contemplations over this strange place were brought to an end by the first words she heard from Baannat. These words did more than echo through this magical space, they vibrated, and she could feel them to her very bones.
     “Hello, Brother. I didn’t expect you to visit again so soon. And how are you this day?”
     Enin wanted to ignore Baannat as he concentrated on what he could sense around Baannat. He filled his being with the magic that made up the place. He felt for any whispers of deeds that might link Baannat to Tabris. Still, he responded, for he knew Baannat would only continue to harass him.
     “I’m fine, Baannat.”
     “You bring a new visitor with you. An elf, how wonderful. And you are teaching her. Splendid. Of course you know that doing so will only make you weaker by your own theory. If balance must exist and you strengthen this elf, then you would have to become weaker, or there would be no balance. Or perhaps instead of you getting weaker, I would get stronger. That is what you believe and that is a pleasing thought, is it not?”
     Enin answered with near disregard, as if he was talking to nothing more than empty space. “She has always had the power to cast spells and she has always been on the side of virtue in the balance of things. Yes, she will grow in power but not so much to make a true difference in the scales.”
     “Has he spoken to you yet of balance, my dear?” Baannat’s words were clearly directed at Holli now, and they were both hot with desire and cold with hate at the moment he spoke them. “He loves to speak of balance. One might say it even consumes him.”
     “She is not here for your amusement,” Enin intervened. 
     “Then why is she here?!” This time Baannat’s words carried nothing but anger.
     “Because I want her to see this place, to know it.”
     “And why is that?!”
     “Does it really matter?” Enin asked.
     There was complete silence for just a moment that was quickly shattered by Baannat’s nearly uncontrollable laughter. The bubbling howls of mirth rumbled through the air like rolling thunder from incessant lightning strikes.
     “No, it doesn’t matter at all,” Baannat finally said through his slowly dying giggles. “And why are you here again so soon?”
     “Events continue to occur that make me suspect you are up to something, Baannat.”
     “Checking up on me again, making sure I’m being good. Isn’t that wonderful? Or perhaps maybe you’re trying to provoke me into interfering in your activities so you can do some interfering of your own? What are the events you speak of this time?”
     “If you are involved, you would already know. If you are not involved, then it is none of your concern.”
     “You think you can keep secrets from me?!” Baannat shouted.
     “I simply have no desire to tell you anything.”
     “But you tell me everything by just being here.”
     Enin brushed aside the comment with his own understanding of reality. “You can see into the land as easily as I can come here. If it is truly important for you to know, look into it yourself. I won’t bother to stop you.”
     “Perhaps I don’t need to look, perhaps I already know,” Baannat offered deviously. “And now that you are here, do you sense anything that gives me away?”
     “No, I do not,” Enin admitted.
     Baannat waited. “It seems you are done with your task, which means it is time for you to leave, and yet you make no attempt to exit. Normally, you are quick to try and go before I make my request for our game. Not this time, eh?”
     “If you wish to play, I’m ready. I always humor you.”
     “Humor me?” Baannat growled. “It is not humor that makes you stay this time. No, you are worried because you think that by teaching this pathetic elf you have given away too much of your power. You want to play this time to see if you can still win, but now you worry you can’t. You think you have changed the balance.”
     “The balance has most definitely changed, but not in the way you think,” Enin stated confidently. 
     “Has it?” Baannat suddenly giggled. “Then let’s truly test this. You will cast black magic, the aspect of death. And I will cast white magic, the constant of all magic combined. I admit I am giving myself an advantage. I will cast what is my natural gift, and you will cast that which you oppose the most.”
     “I do not oppose the black aspect of magic,” Enin countered. “It is not just death. Death is only a part of it. It is change.”
     “And I am well aware that you dislike change,” Baannat shot back. “Change upsets you. Change brings turmoil and takes away that which you like most, consistency.”
     “Not all change is bad. Learning is change. Teaching is causing change. Helping is creating change. I’ve never opposed these things.”
     “Then let us put this to the test,” Baannat demanded.
     Baannat brought his hands together to two tight fists in front of his chest. Two rings of white hot power encircled his shadowed figure. They revolved about him in opposite directions until they met at his fists. When they did, they formed a glowing white axe, massive in size. The blade shone sickly pale as if covered in angels’ blood. It began to swing back and forth, then up and down. With each pass, it left a trail of white energy that gleamed brighter then the rest of the pale space.
     Enin nodded and quickly cast his own spell. The wizard’s own circles of white energy quickly turned black and melded together to form a large block. The rectangular shape swam out into the empty paleness of space that surrounded them and headed for the axe. 
     The axe head swung through the black shape, cleaving it in half. The two now separate shapes quickly ballooned in size, each now matching the width and height of the original block. Both blocks again moved through space following the white hatchet. When the blade swung again it sliced through two blocks instead of just one, and thus, there were now four black pieces. Again, all four grew back to the size of the original block. The process went on for long moments and countless swings of the blade. The number of blocks grew exponentially and began to erase the bright whiteness left behind by each swing of Baannat’s magical weapon. Before the cleaver completed its final swing it was clear that Enin’s dark blocks overpowered the white remnants of Baannat’s blade swings by an obvious margin.
     “This can’t be!” Baannat wailed. “You should be weaker, not stronger!”
     Enin shrugged. “It is rather appropriate you asked me to cast the magic of change, for that is what has truly happened. The balance between you and I has been altered to offset the new evil that now resides in Uton. It is nothing less than I expected.”
     “But what of your elf witch beside you?” Baannat protested. “She should have swayed the balance to me!”
     “As I said before, she was always on the side of righteousness. Her increased strength did little to alter the scales.”
     Enin turned to Holli. “I have learned what I wish to know here. I will take us back.”
     The wizard placed an arm around Holli’s shoulder and with a simple step of will he guided her back to their home in Burbon. He looked her in the face as he tested her awareness.
     “Are you alright?”
     “I’m fine,” Holli answered. 
     “Very good. I am happy to see you were able to cast the spell. Your power is growing.”
     Holli ignored the compliment and instead focused on the wizard’s expression as she asked a question of her own.
     “Why did you bring me to see Baannat?”
     “Because I believe it was important for you to see him for yourself, to know that there is evil out there. You can never be blind to that fact. Awareness of it will allow you to defend yourself against it.”
     Enin said nothing further.
     Holli realized it would be futile to press him for greater details. Instead, she asked a new set of questions
     “Why does he call you brother?”
     “Because he knows it irritates me. I am not his brother. I am not related to him in anyway. He just likes to point out that we have similar powers.” 
     “Do you think he’s involved in Tabris joining Sazaar?”
     “No, I do not think so. I scanned the magical energy that was in the room when we entered. I could find no echo, no whisper of a link between Tabris and Baannat. I also sensed nothing when we visited the sorceress. If he had intervened in some way, I believe I would have sensed something, a trail of his magic. I did not and so it appears as if she made the decision on her own. It is also as I suspected in that Tabris’ decision has altered the balance of things here in our existence. Her previous neutrality had no effect on the struggles between right and wrong, mercy and torture, forgiveness and vengeance—basically good and evil. That is now changed and as a counterbalance to that change, Baannat has weakened.”
     “Or perhaps you have gained strength,” Holli offered.
     “Maybe. Either way, I now hold the advantage over him.”
     The two said little more about the encounter, but back in the Baannat’s pale realm, in the fading residue of black and white magic, Baannat snickered.



Chapter 13

     The majestic Colad Mountains stood in the far distance and Ryson enjoyed gazing at their imposing outline whenever such a view became possible through the thick woods. The crisp, clear air of the dormant season and the bare trees allowed him more than a few passing glances at the northern ranges whenever he ventured up to a treetop to get a better view of the surrounding terrain. With each glimpse to the northwest, the delver knew the mountains saw far more than their normal share of extreme weather during this dormant season. Heavy snows blanketed not only the peaks but also far down the mountain sides. Even at the tree line, the thick white snow cover blotted out nearly all signs of green, brown or gray. 
     These were the days Ryson loved to travel in this region. The daylight was short, and the air was brisk, but the land around him sparkled with life even as much of it slept in dens, burrows, or under blankets of crusted snow. The normally thick underbrush of vines had withered and fallen away during the end of the harvest season, as did the leaves of the low hanging branches. Paths for roaming existed in nearly limitless directions, and the delver felt the call to explore many new trails several times during his excursion. With a mind toward finding his friend, however, the delver ignored these calls and kept an eye to the fresh tracks on the ground.
     His journey kept him in Dark Spruce Forest, and though Lief’s trail continued in a round about pattern, it remained to the northwest of Pinesway. At no point did Ryson ever fear that the elf had made a turn to the south and a possible encounter with Sazar and Tabris. Heavier snows in this region made the trails easier to follow, as it seemed neither the river rogue nor the elf took the time to cover their tracks. 
     Still, the tracks of the elf appeared somewhat confusing. Lief’s trail followed that of the river rogue, apparently stalking it for a kill. It seemed quite clear to Ryson that many such opportunities arose for the elf to strike, but as far as the delver could tell, Lief never made the attempt. All the markings indicated that Lief simply continued to follow the beast, making no sincere effort to end the chase. Adding to the confusion, there were signs the elf had indeed fired his bow, but when the delver strived to learn the target, he always found the corpses of goblins, tree rakers, bloat spiders, hobsprites, and once even a snow ogre that must have ventured far from its natural mountain habitat. Every monster appeared to be felled by one of Lief’s arrows, yet the river rogue continued unabated on its own path, at times even feasting on some of Lief’s kills.
     The afternoon sun hung low in the western sky when Ryson slowed his movements. He heard rustling sounds in the distance and the cackling squawks of tree rakers. Such shrieks had become common in this area of Dark Spruce since the return of dark creatures, and Ryson knew enough to remain careful when he heard them.
     Tree rakers depended on the heavy growth of forests to do most of their work for them and on the panic of their prey to make their hunt successful. Thick and bulky, as well as slow and ponderous, rakers hunted knowing they could never catch even the slowest of their intended victims. Instead, they created traps on well worn paths, and their cackles frightened potential prey into making mistakes that would cost them their lives. 
     As powerful as full grown shags, tree rakers were enabled with the strength to knock over small trees no matter how well rooted into the ground. Rakers normally worked together in small packs, usually numbering four or five. Pushing together small trees that sprouted up along the sides of wild deer paths, they quickly turned a once free and long standing trail into a corral that led to a dead end trap of intertwined branches and impassable tree trunks. As rakers where not choosey in their diet, they would wait for any potential prey—human, wild animal, or even dark creature—to venture into the area. They would then begin their shrieks, sending the intended victim into a panic. Taking strategic positions to block off other exits, they hoped to compel their prey down their prearranged path. The frightened victim would become so distracted with the clamoring cries, it would never notice the trap that awaited at the end until it was too late. The group of rakers would fall in behind their victim, blocking off any escape.
     Short in stature, wide in girth, and with the thick wrinkled hide that looked much like tree bark, rakers could blend in with the forest during any season. Still, they made more than enough noise to make their presence known. At the moment, they were not close enough to the delver to present any immediate danger, and as long as Ryson moved with reasonable care, he would be able to avoid them with ease.
     On previous trips to this region of Dark Spruce, the delver spent time becoming more acquainted with the calls of rakers. Ryson had now listened long enough to this pack to know they were not hunting. They had caught the scent of a danger and were trying to frighten it away.
     “Probably the rogue,” Ryson whispered to himself, “or maybe even Lief, but whatever it is, they want it out of here.”
     Quickly gauging the tracks on the ground and considering what was most probably ahead of him, Ryson took to the trees. He grabbed a low hanging branch and hoisted himself up into a box-elder. He jumped another two branches upward before moving along a thick limb to a neighboring cottonwood. He gauged the distance to the rakers' cries and moved with a greater speed, knowing he would not fall into one of their traps.
     After but a few moments, the delver closed upon the clamor. He quickly spotted the river rogue that appeared particularly agitated over the noises of the tree rakers. Though visibly tense over the chaotic sounds, the rogue remained in a fixed position, slightly hunched over and using a fallen, rotten log that was lodged between two full grown white pines as cover. It showed no desire to retreat or to bolt for better cover. Instead, the rogue continued to peer to its left toward a thick grove of spruce trees. 
     Ryson followed the rogue’s gaze to the same spot. As he eyes fell upon the thick branches, he noticed the barely visible signs of slow, steady movement from within. Almost immediately, Ryson witnessed an arrow fly from out of the spruce trees and with deadly malice toward one of the rakers. The arrow stuck clean on the side of the creature’s head, and the dwarf-constructed metal arrowhead penetrated the raker’s skull with ease. Only half of the shaft remained visible after impact, the rest burrowed deep into the monster’s brain. The creature dropped to the ground with a dull thud. Death was instantaneous.
     Ryson shook his head and then bounded through the trees towards Lief’s position in the spruce grove.
     “Lief!” he called out.
     The elf’s head popped out behind cover just as the screeching of the other rakers in the area ceased. The pack members that remained alive scurried off as fast at they could deeper into the cover of the woods.
     As for the rogue, it appeared somewhat uncertain of its next move. It didn’t like the smell of the delver that now approached, nor did it have any desire to follow the remaining rakers into the woods. In the end, it appeared satisfied to remain behind the rotten log, and it simply crouched lower to the ground as it waited for any further signs of action.
     In mere moments, the delver was in front of the elf as Lief extricated himself from the thick branches of the spruce.
     “Ryson?” Lief asked, revealing more surprise than any other emotion. “What are you doing here?”
     “I’ve been tracking you. I heard the noise of the rakers and then saw the arrow and realized I found you.”
     The elf looked over toward the dead raker. “One less monster to worry about. These dwarf constructed arrowheads can break through rock, so they have no problem with the tough hides of tree rakers.”
     “Or the hides of goblins, bloat spiders, and even a snow ogre,” Ryson added with a hint of displeasure.
     Lief didn’t notice the tone, or he chose to ignore it. “That was a pleasant surprise—the ogre, that is. Didn’t think I’d chance upon one of those so deep in the forest.”
     Ryson found Lief’s rather upbeat response somewhat perplexing. “What are you doing out here?”
     The elf raised an eyebrow, as if the question was unnecessary and the answer obvious. “I told you exactly what I would be doing when I left you at Pinesway, and if you’ve been tracking me, you should be able to tell by the trails. After dispatching as many retreating goblins as I could find, I set my sights on the river rogue that set up a territory near Pinesway’s northwestern bridge. It was already highly alerted to much of the disturbance when I came upon the bridge. Once it smelled my arrival, it took off for the woods. He was obviously spooked by the goblin attack, perhaps also by your activity, and thus made haste to leave the area almost immediately. I have been tracking it since that time. He has proven to be a difficult quarry. He left his territory in quite a hurry and has showed no great desire to return quickly. At least on two different occasions, though, he did try to double back to Pinesway. I had cut him off and almost had him, but both times the blasted wind changed and he caught either sight or scent of me and fled further into the forest.”
     Lief pointed the top of his bow at the creature as he continued. “He’s over there now, much more used to my scent at this time. He’s probably wondering about you, though. Still, I don’t think he wants to leave my vicinity too soon, as I’ve been providing him with several easy meals lately. I’m actually quite happy it got away. It seems to have given up on returning to its river bridge by Pinesway. Instead it has staked out a rather large territory here in the woods. There is a small stream off to the west where it started digging out a new den. There’s not a lot of water for it, but the forest has enough snow on the ground here for it to make do. I’ve been using him to track goblins and other such creatures. The rogue stalks when it senses prey nearby but does not strike. It leaves that to me now, almost as if it knows I will take care of the killing for it.”
     Ryson looked over to the rogue. He felt sadness for the creature, but said nothing.
     “You were tracking me, I assume, for a purpose,” Lief stated. “May I ask what it is you want of me?”
     “Mostly, I wanted to warn you,” Ryson acknowledged.
     “Warn me?”
     “Yes, when we met in Pinesway, I told you about Sazar the serp. It seemed to me you might go out of your way to hunt him down. After I returned to Burbon, we learned that he has teamed with a sorceress and I wanted you to know that. If you started hunting the serp, you might have stumbled on a dangerous situation.”
     Lief frowned, then glared at Ryson. “You see what happens when you don’t act? You let evil get away and it only gets stronger. Perhaps I shouldn’t have wasted so much time on the rogue or perhaps I should have taken care of the serp first while I was still in Pinesway. The rogue would have waited. Blast all of this!”
     Ryson did not know what to say, and thus, said nothing. Lief, on the other hand, just seemed to get angrier.
     “Why is it that evil is allowed to prosper? Why must it be that creatures like Sazar can not only get away with directing the death of innocents, but can then benefit by the help of a sorceress. Where is the justice in this?” Lief bit down hard in frustration but then turned his questions directly to Ryson. “Does anyone know the power of this sorceress, who she is?” Lief demanded.
     Ryson, knowing the answer, was now even more hesitant in responding, but he eventually spoke honestly.
     “Actually we both know her,” the delver finally admitted. “It is Lauren, the one that was with us at Sanctum. Remember? She changed her name to Tabris when she left us.”
     “Yes, I remember well and I’m not happy about this, either.” Lief then shook his head in absolute disgust. “It seems every time I turn around, I am reminded how things tend to only get worse. If I remember correctly, she began at the outset with a great capacity to utilize the magic. How much of a danger is this sorceress now?”
     “Enin says she’s not in his class, but that she is quite powerful, powerful enough to cause a great deal of damage if she put a mind to it. Beyond that, I can’t say.”
     Lief’s hands clenched into tight fists. “Well, at least I know what I must do now.”
     “What’s that?” Ryson asked quickly, and then wondered if he really wanted to hear the answer.
     Lief spoke as if his next actions would be as simple and as obvious as crossing a road in the deserted town of Pinesway. “I will track this serp and this sorceress and I will put an end to their evil before too much damage is done.”
     “Well, they really haven’t caused any damage yet. I’m not sure if it’s the best idea to go looking for trouble.”
     “Looking for trouble?” Lief appeared nearly baffled. “Is that what you think I’m doing—looking for trouble? Who caused the trouble in Pinesway?”
     Ryson decided to be forthright and pointed out what he saw to be the truth. “I won’t argue that Sazar and the goblins started it, but you didn’t have a problem with finishing it. It seems to me both you and the goblins caused an excessive amount of death there.”
     Lief’s eyes narrowed. “What would you have had me done, Ryson Acumen? Perhaps I should have just swatted them on the backside as they raced back into the woods after killing so many. Would that have been a fair punishment?”
     This time Ryson could not find the words to answer the elf, but Lief continued without waiting for an answer. “And what do you think I should do now—now that I know this same serp is now in league with a powerful sorceress? Would you have me just sit back and wait for them to destroy everything in Dark Spruce before someone does something to stop them?”
     “But we don’t know if they’re going to destroy Dark Spruce,” Ryson finally protested. “In fact, the last I heard, they were still out in the Lacobian.”
     “Then I will go to the Lacobian.”
     “Do you think that’s really necessary?”
     Lief’s frown grew deeper as he could not fathom why he had to explain this to the delver. “The magic has only returned for a few short seasons and already this serp has caused nothing but evil. This Sazar creature threatened your own home town of Burbon to gain access to the tunnels dug by the dwarves. It plundered Dunop when it had the chance, then it moved on to try and take over the town of Pinesway. Its minions left many dead in the streets, or did you already forget?”
     The image of the dead became even clearer in Ryson’s mind. “I didn’t forget.”
     “Should the serp not pay for his crimes? Should he be allowed to simply do whatever he likes without consequences?”
     These words struck Ryson rather hard. He clearly remembered what the serp did at Pinesway. It was Sazar’s orders that led to many killings, killings that were barbaric in nature. Ryson certainly believed Sazar should face repercussions for his actions, he just wasn’t sure if Lief running off to the Lacobian was the right way to go about it.
     “That’s not what I said,” Ryson finally spoke out. “I didn’t mean the serp shouldn’t be dealt with. Sazar is a threat and he does have to answer for what he’s done.”
     “Then why are you trying to stop me?”
     “Because it just sounds wrong how you’re going to go about doing it.”
     “Then tell me your answer as to how it should be done. Will this wizard of yours, this Enin, will he handle the situation?”
     Ryson looked down to the ground, becoming more frustrated by the moment. “No, he doesn’t think he should get involved.”
     Lief almost laughed. “Not get involved? That’s what Tun said when the sphere first freed itself. He didn’t want the dwarves to get involved. He would have had all the denizens of Uton destroyed by the dark magic if he had his way. Not get involved? That’s what the elders of my camp insisted when I wanted them to intervene in Petiole’s absurd behavior. And so they did nothing. So do not tell me that that’s your answer, that you think I shouldn’t get involved.”
     “Look, Lief, I don’t know what the answer is. I just came out here to warn you of what’s happening. I didn’t want you to get caught by surprise. I guess I’ve done that. As to what you do next, I guess that’s up to you.”
     “Indeed it is up to me.” Lief exhaled heavily and then seemed to lighten in mood ever so slightly. “I appreciate what you have done for me here. You have done so out of friendship. I realize that, and I thank you. What I do now, I do because I feel I must. It has nothing more to do with you. Do you understand that?”
     “I guess so, though, I don’t understand much of anything anymore.”
     The elf looked about the forest, momentarily stared at the corpse of the tree raker, and then cast a wary eye toward the river rogue. “These are complex times for us all. Still, I can not simply do nothing now. I had a chance to deal with this Sazar and I missed that opportunity. I now feel it is my obligation to stop him. I assure you I will act with care and hopefully I will succeed in doing what must be done.”
     Ryson looked across the forest at nothing in particular. He felt almost ashamed of what he was about to say, but he knew he had to say it. “I can’t go with you, you know. I don’t know how to argue with what you’re doing, but something about it just doesn’t seem right.”
     “I am not asking you to join me,” Lief said with almost a shrug. “I will track these villains in the Lacobian on my own. I am not sure how I will deal with them as of yet, but I must at least try. First, I must dispatch this rogue.”
     Ryson’s gaze quickly shot toward Lief in utter dismay. “You’re going to kill it?”
     “I’m responsible for leading it out here into the forest,” Lief responded flatly. “I won’t leave it here to wreak havoc.”
     “Wreaking havoc? What are you talking about?”
     “A river rogue is a dangerous creature with the ability to kill many innocents. It must be dealt with.”
     “Why? Because it has the potential to kill? You can’t kill it just because it might do something in the future.”
     “What else will it do? You think it has the ability to offer any thing constructive to this land?”
     Ryson would not give up this time. He believed killing the creature would be a dastardly act and made his feeling evident. “You worked together with that creature. Dark creature or not, it does not deserve to be killed so callously. You call these things monsters, fine, but they have their place here just as the rest of us. It was hard for me to argue about Sazar because he has committed crimes, but tell me what this creature has done that you haven’t. It has hunted to survive. In its last few days, it hasn’t even killed. It has left that task up to you. If you want to send it to its death simply because it’s dangerous, then maybe you should save an arrow for yourself.”
     Lief stood with eyes blazing, but said nothing. 
     “Here’s what I think, Lief. I’m not exactly sure why you’re so angry at the land. You want to be angry at the elves in your camp, that’s one thing. From everything I’ve heard, it sounds you have the right to be more than just a little annoyed. Godson, I was furious with your camp when they allowed Petiole to drop the seeds. Still, I don’t see how that gives you a free hand to become a cold blooded killer. If you kill this river rogue, that’s what you will become.”
     Lief’s voice was cold and any glimmer of friendship in his eye vanished as if blown away by a bitter wind. “And when this rogue ventures back to Pinesway and maybe all the way to Burbon and kills some child, who will be the cold blooded killer then? The monster for one, but what about you for defending this thing when I could have dealt with it appropriately?”
     “Did you hear what you just said?” Ryson asked nearly overwhelmed by Lief’s reasoning. “You think this creature is somehow going to travel all the way back to Burbon just to kill a child. That’s more than a stretch, that’s an outright fairy tale.”
     “Fine, it stays here and kills a traveling merchant. Does that please your sense of reality?”
     “It might be more realistic, but it might never happen either. You seem to want to damn this creature to an act just so you can justify your wanting to kill it. You know as well as I do this creature may do nothing more than hunt goblins and tree rakers like the one you just shot. You can’t punish something just for what it’s capable of. We’re all capable of doing terrible things, that doesn’t mean we’re going to actually do them.”
     “Rogues are killers and thus deserve to be treated as such,” Lief stated with near disdain.
     “Are you becoming a killer?”
     “You think I take some kind of joy out of doing this?” Lief shot back quickly. “That I am doing it for a thrill? I hate each time I have to fire my bow, but I would hate it more if I did not. I didn’t ask for these creatures to return to the land, but they have, and so they must be dealt with. In truth, I am as much responsible for anyone for their return, or have you forgotten that I was with you in Sanctum?”
     “I didn’t forget, but I also didn’t forget that the magic returned to the land before we even set foot at Sanctum’s base. The sphere somehow blew a hole through the side of the mountain and dark creatures had returned before I even met you. We had nothing to do with this, so if you’re trying to take blame…”
     “I take no blame,” Lief interrupted fiercely. “I take responsibility! And because I realize my responsibility I have to act. I will not be like the others, others that I’ve watched and done nothing while everything around them screamed for them to act.”
     “So you’re going to save Uton all on your own and that starts by killing that rogue?”
     “It starts by me doing what is necessary, even though I might hate having to do it!” Lief screamed. “Have you heard nothing I said? Fire upon you, delver. I don’t wish to kill the blasted rogue, but I will not have its acts of murder on my conscience.”
     Lief said nothing further. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and prepared to nock it in his bow. He spat upon the ground in angry frustration as his hands shook slightly from his emotions.
     The delver watched wide-eyed for only a heartbeat. In a flash of movement, he dashed to his left and grabbed a solid broken branch from the forest floor. The branch was long and sturdy, freshly broken off a nearby maple tree, probably by one of the tree rakers. With this crude staff in his hands, Ryson ran toward the river rogue, remaining well out of its reach, but between the dark creature and the elf.
     It seemed almost as if the elf did not understand the delver’s intentions. Lief raised his bow, took aim at the rogues' head, and fired his arrow. It never reached its target. As it sizzled through the air with deadly accuracy, Ryson turned his weight to one side while he swung the heavy branch upward in a long arc. The lower end of the crude staff shattered the arrow in mid-air.
     Ryson quickly turned about to gauge the reaction of the river rogue. It remained crouched and unmoving, but watching the delver with a hungry stare, as if it expected Ryson to become its next meal once he was stricken by one of the elf’s arrows.
     Realizing the rogue would stay put, Ryson turned his attention back to the elf. “I won’t let you kill it. I can protect it as long as I have to. How much time and how many arrows will you waste trying to do what you know you can’t?”
     Lief’s response was as quick as it was cold and hateful. “Fire upon you, delver! If it was not for your past, I would seriously consider firing the next arrow at you. Fine, you wish this monster to live, then you take responsibility for it. I leave any future evil it does on your conscience, not mine. The blood it spills will soak your hands as well as its own. At the very least I can say I tried to remove this monster before it committed any further acts of violence. It was you that saved it. Think hard on that.”
     Lief disappeared into the trees, heading south with the Lacobian desert as his ultimate destination.
     The delver looked first upon the elf’s back as Lief climbed into the trees above. He then cast a glance to the river rogue that appeared more confused that the delver had not yet fallen. Ryson looked at the claws and the razor sharp teeth and knew the thing had to eat. He sighed heavily and wondered if he made the right decision. 



Chapter 14

     Sazar left Tabris in her desert oasis as he returned to Dark Spruce to begin his new grand designs of conquest. He promised the sorceress that he would not take long in setting his plans into action and fulfilling his part of the bargain. He did not, however, wish to utilize the desert as his base of initial operations. His conquests would begin with the humans, and for that he would drive eastward.
     Even as he trekked back through the outskirts of the Lacobian and into the western span of Dark Spruce, Sazar utilized his new found powers to expand his small group of minions into a massive horde. The hook hawk under his control soared over vast regions of the forest. When it spotted small camps of goblin raiding parties, Sazar focused his persuasive will through the gaze of the flying beast. The members of the goblin cluster immediately fell under his spell. Once he gained access to their consciousness, he obtained information on the location of competing goblin packs. He directed his winged monster toward these new locations and his minion army grew as fast as his hook hawk could fly.
     He sent his smaller shag into the rocky hills in search of more of its kind. Shags in the area would immediately sense the invader and come out to meet the challenger to protect their territories. The smaller shag would never have to fight the larger and more massive monsters that railed against it. Once the small shag locked its gaze upon the targeted creature, Sazar’s conniving mind would take the will of the monster and another powerful beast would be added to his army. Within days, Sazar controlled over three dozen shags. Their combined destructive strength could destroy a dwarf constructed barricade in a matter of moments. He now had a mobile battering ram capable of dismantling any barrier.
     The two gremplings he first tested his powers on also became very useful. These furry almost imp-like creatures bounded through the forest, swinging from tree tops searching for bloat spiders, the perfect nightmares to add an edge of fear to his multitude. After all, in order to be ultimately successful in his plans of conquest, he needed not only to defeat the initial resistance, but to break the will of those he intended on ruling. Bloat spiders were almost too easy to control. They spun thick webs and waited for days for prey. Their minds never focused on anything beyond that. Persuading them to move with his army required little more than the promise of endless prey. 
     As the serp walked through Dark Spruce, he kept his own eye upon the skies, always watching for razor crows and hook hawks. Whenever he spotted one, he immediately placed it under his control and sent it to reconnoiter more and more of the forest. With a murder of razor crows and numerous hook hawks delivering images to his own mind, his awareness of the forest and his perception of the surrounding lands grew to god-like proportions. Secret entrances to dwarf mines, hidden trails to elf camps, and guarded meeting places for the two races became as obvious to him as the full moon in a cloudless night sky. 
     He moved his horde with precision, keeping the mass spread thin. He no longer needed them near his physical presence to maintain his control of their thoughts, and he used this to his advantage. Ensuring that he would alert no one that he now controlled a massive army of countless creatures with varied strengths and abilities, he kept small detachments separated across the vast forest. He would bring them together eventually, but only when he was ready to attack. For that, he needed to move them further eastward and equip his forces for an overwhelming onslaught.
     With a desire to make his first assault one of such overwhelming fury, Sazar’s greatest obstacle was arming this vast horde of goblins. Most had some sort of crude weapon when he persuaded them to join his league of minions. For what he had in mind, however, this was not enough. He wanted each goblin to carry a crossbow and a short sword of iron at the bare minimum. He wanted the bolts made of metal as well. The number of goblins he controlled soared into the thousands and equipping them beyond simple daggers or crude clubs proved to be a near impossible task. Though they raided several human outposts and two dwarf underground mining stations, he still had many more goblins than weapons. In the end, he ordered many to construct short bows from tree limbs and to carve wooden arrows from broken branches. Not quite what he first envisioned, but it would be enough, enough to obliterate the defenses of his first target and enough to make it clear that his army was never to be trifled with again.
#
     When Linda recommended they take a walk outside Burbon’s walls, she thought the open air would lift Ryson’s spirits. Instead, it only seemed to take his focus further away. As they walked about, Ryson often turned from her and stared out into the distance. She grew tired of looking at his back and so she walked around in front of him and looked him in the eye.
     “Alright, enough of this. You’ve been like this for days now. What’s bothering you?” she demanded in a caring yet serious tone.
     “It’s hard to explain really.”
     “Try.”
     “I guess I’m worried about Lief. I’m sure he’s reached the Lacobian by now. I can’t help thinking something might have happened to him.”
     “That’s not all of it and I know it,” Linda pressed. “I know you’ve been worried about Lief since you got back. I understand that and we’ve already talked about it a lot. You know you can’t stop him from doing what he wants to do. You even talked to Holli and she thinks he won’t do anything too risky. You agreed that now that he knows this Tabris is with Sazar, he’s going to be extra careful. That seemed to make you feel better for about half a day, but then you went right back to moping around again. That has me completely confused, because as far as I can tell, you’ve accepted the situation as it stands, but something is still eating at you and I want to know what it is.”
     “The whole thing is eating at me,” Ryson offered as if hoping that a general statement of concern would suffice.
     Linda would not let it stand that way. 
     “That’s not a big help to either of us. Look, I’m going to keep badgering you until you finally admit it, so you might as well save us both a good deal of aggravation and start talking about it to me instead of keeping it bottled up inside.”
     Ryson kicked at the dirt. Part of him wanted to take off in a flash and not deal with what was on his mind, but he knew Linda would simply wait for him to return and she’d be back at it again. She was persistent and so he began to explain.
     “For the most part, you’re right. I’m worried about Lief, but it’s not like I really have a choice about stopping him. He made that perfectly clear.”
     “So what is it then?”
     “It’s about why he said he was going to the Lacobian,” Ryson finally offered. “I’ve been thinking about what Lief said to me. What he’s doing is dangerous, there’s no doubt about that, so there has to be a reason for it. I really think part of why he’s doing it has a great deal to do with his anger over his own camp. But he didn’t explain it that way to me. He gave me some solid reasons for going after Sazar. The thing is that when I think about those reasons, I start wondering.”
     He paused and looked over to the southwest. He grew quiet again as his expression turned more sullen.
     “Don’t stop now,” Linda insisted. “What is it you’re wondering about?” 
     “What bothers me most is that he might be right,” Ryson admitted. “Sazar had a lot of people killed in what’s left of Pinesway. He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with that. He needs to be punished. That’s not all he’s done, either. He threatened our town, looted the dwarf city, and who knows what else. Still, because he’s not on our doorstep right now, we seem to just stop worrying about him. Like it’s not our problem. Something seems very wrong with that.”
     Ryson went even further with his analysis of the situation. “Maybe what Lief is doing is something we all should be doing. If a member of this town did what Sazar did, he wouldn’t be allowed to walk around free. Even if he left town, Sy would send out a party of his men looking for him. If he got away, they would make notices of the man’s name and a description of him and send them with other mail to towns all across the region. We don’t let people that commit crimes just walk away, so why are we letting Sazar get away with what he’s done?”
     “So you think you should go out and join Lief and hunt this Sazar down?”
     “No, that doesn’t sound right to me, either,” Ryson said with a shake of his head. “Lief is going too far, taking too much responsibility for what’s going on and doing far more than is necessary. He’s out on some kind of mission, thinking he should kill every dark creature in the land. What Lief is doing didn’t start with Sazar and it’s not going to end with Sazar. He’s on some kind of crusade. I’m not ready to go that far, but then again something should be done about that serp.”
     “Well, what do you think should be done exactly?” Linda asked.
     “Like I said, he should be punished for what he did in Pinesway. He can’t be allowed to get away with that.”
     “You’re setting yourself in a circle, you know,” Linda pointed out. “You think Sazar has to be punished, but in order to punish him you would have to capture him. Lief is going out to capture him, but you’re not sure if that’s a good idea.”
     “He’s not going out to capture him. He’s going out to kill him.”
     “Well if you think Sazar is captured, do you think he should be executed?”
     Ryson didn’t answer.
     “Don’t go silent on me again. You need to get this out. What do you think should be done with Sazar?”
     “I guess if I had my way he’d be taken to the dwarf town of Dunop and thrown in the dungeon that I was in under the palace. He looted their city and that’s where he should pay for his crimes. Let him rot there until he dies.”
     “In my mind, that’s the same as executing him. It’s just a longer duration. The serp would probably prefer being killed.”
     “Well, I wouldn’t want to be the one that had to swing an axe down on his neck and so I wouldn’t ask anyone else to do it. The dungeon sounds like a good alternative.”
     It was now Linda’s turn to look out in the distance to the southwest, in the direction she thought the Lacobian desert to be.
     “So I guess the problem is that Sazar is out there and not here in chains.”
     “That’s certainly part of the problem,” Ryson agreed, “and now he’s tied in with Tabris who is powerful enough not only to protect him but to make him more of a threat. I’m still not sure if Lief is right in trying to hunt Sazar down on his own, but if he does somehow put an arrow in the serp, I don’t think I’ll lose any sleep over it.”
     Linda thought for a moment on what Ryson said and then questioned him on one part of it. “You said that you aren’t sure if Lief is right in trying to hunt Sazar down on his own. You also said that if someone here in town committed the same crimes that Sy would send a party of men out to capture him. What’s the difference?”
     “I guess because Sy is captain of the guard and it’s his responsibility to protect the town.”
     “Lief is an elf,” Linda countered. “Maybe his job is to protect all of the land or at least protect Dark Spruce. Much of what Sazar has done has been in or near the forest. Why doesn’t that give him the right to exact justice?”
     “I’m not sure that it doesn’t,” Ryson admitted. “Like I said, I don’t know what to think of this thing. In a lot of ways, I think Lief is right. At the same time, I don’t like what I think is motivating him, but I’m not sure if I should try to look at it that way. If you look at just the basics of this mess, Lief is actually justified. I’m not even sure it would be wrong for any one of us in this town to go hunt the serp down. We have the right to defend ourselves. Sazar brought this on himself.”
     Ryson then turned and nodded back to the town. “The truth of it is I wish Enin would do something about it. That’s another reason I went to talk to Holli. I wanted to make sure Enin knew about what Lief was up to. I thought maybe it might get him thinking like I’m thinking. If it did, he could stop this whole thing in an instant, but he just keeps on talking about balance and not interfering in people’s choices. It’s frustrating.”
     Linda considered that point for a moment and wondered how she would have felt if Enin turned down her request to warn Tabris not to hurt Ryson. 
     “I see what you’re saying,” Linda offered. “We have this wizard here that’s like a god. When he helps us, we know we’re blessed. When he doesn’t, we wonder why he won’t.”
     “Especially when we’re dealing with magic,” Ryson continued. “If it was just Sazar out there, I think I would have wished Lief luck and figured that would be all we’d have to worry about the serp. The fact that Tabris is now involved changes everything. We don’t know what she’s done, if she’s done anything at all that warrants basically calling an assassin out on her. I’m not sure if Lief can actually kill her, but that’s his basic intention.”
     “If she joined with Sazar, then she’s an accomplice to whatever he does.”
     “At this point, we don’t know what they’re up to, and we don’t know why she joined Sazar in the first place.”
     “You told me that it was Enin’s belief that she had now turned evil.”
     “Exactly, and I have no reason to doubt him. He knows things that will happen before they actually do, I can tell that much. He won’t say it, but I can see it. I don’t know if he reads the future, has some kind of visions, or what, but I definitely know that he has some idea of how things are going to play out.”
     Linda remembered how certain Enin was that Tabris would not be able to harm Ryson. She did not feel that his guarantees were enough at that time. Listening to Ryson talk about the wizard’s power made her think that maybe his assurances should have relieved her more than they did. Suddenly, she started feeling much more secure about the future.
     “Maybe that’s how you should look at it,” Linda said with renewed optimism. “You admit that Enin is powerful and has abilities we really can’t understand. Don’t you think that if his assistance was truly necessary, he would give it freely?”
     “But it is needed.”
     “Is it? How do we know?”
     “We don’t know, but there’s certainly enough going on to make us realize we might need some help.” 
     “Need help or want help?” Linda asked. “There’s a big difference. Just because we want something or ask for something, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the best thing for us. Maybe we can’t always have some higher power help us out. Maybe sometimes we have to figure things out on our own. I don’t know if that’s balance, but that might be what he’s talking about when he goes on about our choices we have to make.”
     “So we just go out and do what we can and hope for the best?” Ryson asked.
     Linda smiled reassuringly. “Maybe that’s all we can do.”
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     Lief noticed the strange goblin activity before he even set foot in the Lacobian Desert. His travels brought him through the heart of Dark Spruce Forest and while he moved with a mind toward the southwest desert, the activities within the trees could not go ignored. The existence of goblin packs wandering the forest had become commonplace now that magic had returned to the land, and detecting the diminutive monsters became natural practice for all elves that ventured through the trees.
     At first, the elf simply tried to avoid the goblins, but their persistent movement was the first hint that something was not quite right. Goblins were not transient, nomadic creatures that constantly ventured across the land. If anything, they moved only when necessary and normally not far from an established source of food and water. During the dormant season when food remained scarce, many goblins even dropped into a near state of hibernation. 
     Lief, however, found the exact opposite behavior in every group of goblins he encountered. As he ventured further into the heavy trees, he continued to come across roving bands of the dark creatures that showed anything but normal activity. These small groups showed no desire to remain still, but moved with purpose and without squabble over direction. That in itself was almost too much to believe as it was a goblin’s nature to argue and complain within their ranks, especially if they were doing something against their instincts.
     He realized that while they were moving in small packs and did not congregate into one horde, they still moved as if they had the same goal in mind. They were all arming themselves, apparently raiding human outposts and possibly even a dwarf mine. Still, even as they collected weapons, they did nothing to establish a territory or even a zone of safety. The latter was the most confusing as the normally suspicious and leery creatures ignored obvious signs of potential predators. They moved about the forest as if they did not have to care about potential threats. Even when hook hawks soared above their heads, the goblins simply continued moving eastward as opposed to shrieking in fear and diving for cover.
     “Odd,” the elf noted to himself. “They move as if they have come together, yet they remain apart. This is not like goblins at all.”
     The elf knew full well that goblins were capable of combining into a massive horde and moving of like mind and desire. It is at this time these creatures are their most dangerous and prove that they cannot be ignored as some weak insignificant pest that can be swatted away. Elflore describes past legends and battles that include a sea of goblins attacking in waves of a purple-gray, pulsating mass that could fill the hillsides like ants on a drop of sugar. Their sheer numbers of incalculable size could overwhelm the best defended castles of men or the tallest tree fortresses of elves. 
     Still, for goblins to reach this level of a threat, they would need to combine. An underlying need or desire must bring them together into one conjunctive mass. For all those that Lief could see, they remained in their small packs, but acted as if their aims were the same.
     Remaining high in the trees and deep within the cover of pine branches, Lief avoided being seen by goblins below or flying beasts above.
     “Why would they all be moving in the same direction? They could fear something to the west, but they do not act as if fleeing. They are moving with purpose, not with fear.”
     In considering a danger to the west, Lief’s mind returned to his own objective of Sazar and Tabris. He wished to waste no further time on the likes of goblins when such a true threat existed out in the Lacobian Desert. He almost dismissed what he witnessed until he realized the actions of the goblins might indeed be related to his own objective.
     “Could the serp be directing them?” the elf wondered aloud. “No serp has the power to control this many goblins separated by such a distance. But what other explanation is there? They do not flee from the hook hawks. If anything, they ignore them. Even if they numbered thousands, the arrival of the bird-beast would at the very least provoke a response. If the serp was indeed guiding their actions, as well as the hawk, they would indeed ignore the bird.”
     Lief considered all he knew and all he saw. “No serp alone has the power to do this, but what of a serp combined with the power of a sorceress? And if Sazar were to gain such power, what would he do? Would he stay in the Lacobian wasteland where prizes are few and far between? No, he would not. He would move either west to the coastal towns or east through the forest and into the plains that hold so many human cities.”
     Putting the pieces together in his head like a puzzle that becomes easier to solve at the end, the elf visualized Sazar creating an army of minions just as he had done before attacking Pinesway. This time, however, the army would be massive in size and scope. With the aid of a sorceress’ power, the serp could control thousands upon thousands of goblins as well as hook hawks and other monsters. From the desert, Sazar would have to cut through the rocky hills and then Dark Spruce, but eventually he would come to the open plains and one human town after another where he could finish what he started in Pinesway. Realizing that the goblins were indeed linked to his own objective, Lief understood he did not have to go to the Lacobian to find his target.
     “These creatures will lead me to Sazar, eventually.”



Chapter 15

     “Raid the farmhouses and the barns, leave the animals alone, allow the humans to escape. When they have fled, search all the buildings quickly for weapons and food,” Sazar commanded the goblin in charge of the raiding parties. He would also send these orders by thought to each minion surrounding the outlying farms, but as he discovered the goblins actually responded better to a chain of command, he elevated a certain number of them to higher ranks and communicated with them directly. 
     It truly wasn’t necessary for him to speak with his minions to get his orders across. His powers of control enhanced by Tabris’ magic allowed him to communicate his directives completely through mental links. Allowing a few goblins access to his presence and speaking to them directly, however, elevated these creatures to a higher status. It was a status all the goblins desired, and they would compete with each other to gain the serp’s favor in order to move up the ranks. While the serp found repeating his orders verbally somewhat tiresome, he realized the effort actually enhanced the goblins’ willingness to follow his directives exactly. With so many dark creatures under his control, Sazar quickly learned how to manipulate and influence them with the greatest degree of efficiency.
     For the most part, the goblins showed a great desire to belong to his horde, and as his army grew, it actually took less exertion to place them under his command. Many of the diminutive creatures actually began seeking him out, as if they could sense the growing power of the goblin horde now under his direction. They bickered and argued constantly. They fought and backstabbed for any advantage they could obtain to move up the ranks, and this proved to be an annoyance as he began to lose goblin soldiers to their own infighting. Still, Sazar found that establishing a dominant order within the goblin ranks increased the zeal and willingness of each individual goblin to work toward promotion. This more than made up for the moments of turmoil.
     “Remember,” Sazar continued, “force them out of their dwellings or lure them out, but do not kill them in their homes. Let them see you, let them panic, and let them run. Make sure the fleeing humans head toward the city, not out toward the wilderness. If they head for the trees or toward the grassy hills, redirect them to the roads heading back to the city. If they continue to seek refuge elsewhere, then you may kill them. Some of them must reach the city guard posts alive.”
     Sazar’s long thin tongue quickly darted out of the side of his mouth as he looked toward the east from a small window. He sat in a large chair in front of a desk that had one leg smaller than the others. It wobbled slightly when he leaned upon it. The building he now used as shelter from the night and the coming snow storm was one of three structures that comprised a small outpost to the northwest of Connel’s outlying farms. The bodies of the humans that used to maintain this outpost lay stacked in a haphazard pile in back of a small shed like structure. The dead humans previously served as clerks monitoring goods shipped from Connel to the northern passage routes that led through the Colad Mountains and into the northwest valley regions. Their journals and papers now fed the fire which kept Sazar warm.
     “I will let each raiding party commander know when to begin their individual assaults,” the serp informed his raiding commander. “I want you to remind them of the importance of waiting for that order.”
     The serp then gazed deeper into the eyes of the goblin commander. Sazar’s eyes seemed to swirl as if the dark oblong pupils floated in unsteady waters. His voice hummed with a near musical tone as he detailed the first part of his plan to the raid commander. 
     “The raids will begin in three farms due south of Connel’s main entrance. The farmers will not want to fight goblins alone in the dark. They will also not want to risk losing their supplies this early in the dormant season. Most will run for the nearest guard post. The human sentries will alert their superiors and they will almost definitely respond with a forward patrol on horseback to drive off what they will view as an ordinary raid of simple goblins looking for food. The mounted patrol will investigate and they must be allowed to see the goblins about the farm houses, thus your raiders will not hide at the sound of the incoming horses. They must be seen, and then they must flee, but they are not to respond in any other way.”
     Glaring at the goblin commander and pressing even deeper into the mind of the diminutive monster, Sazar made sure the goblin understood his strategy. “More raids will begin just west of those first three farms as well as further south once the first human patrol has been sighted. The escaping farmers of these additional raids will come across the horseback patrol and announce the new activity. Unsure if these are the same raiders that scattered or another raiding party, the patrol will call for reinforcements. That is why the raids must be staggered.”
     Once certain that the goblin commander understood Sazar’s intentions without question, the serp announced the rest of his plan. “At the point, the humans will undoubtedly send reinforcements to the south. When this detachment reaches the outlying farm lands, the primary raid will occur at all the farms to Connel’s east. Again, let the farmers escape to the city, let them reach the guard posts. When their militia learns of this new larger attack, they will believe we bypassed the city in order to gain access to the dormant season food stocks. Upset that goblins have moved well past the city limits and to the more important farmlands of the eastern plains, the humans will most assuredly dispatch the majority of their forces. It is at this time their forces will be out in the open and most vulnerable to attack. The main body of my army that has already surrounded Connel will fall upon them with force. When they are decimated, I will then call on the shags and bloat spiders. You will also begin to hear the calls of the razor crows and hook hawks. That will conclude all raiding activity on the outlying farms and you are to withdraw and redeploy your forces to cover the main road that extends east out of Connel.”
     The goblin did not speak. It simply nodded and waited to be dismissed. Sazar waved his scaly hand and the raiding commander scurried out the door.
     A handful of goblins remained in the shabby office with Sazar as he began to telepathically communicate his orders to his army as a whole. These goblins within the outpost office earned the right to extricate themselves from the mass that made up the horde and stand by Sazar’s side. They normally fulfilled meager tasks to keep the serp happy. For the most part, they served as nothing more than messengers and gofers, and they would do anything to retain that position and avoid returning to the horde as simple foot soldiers. One of these goblins was Chal, a goblin that had no real duty other than to serve as Sazar’s listening board. 
     Not the smartest, the most cunning, the strongest, or even the most kowtowing goblin, Chal gained Sazar’s favor by being the most able to listen. His attention span far exceeded the normal goblin and it allowed him to remain focused on a conversation with the serp even as Sazar was forced to take long pauses to communicate with his army of minions. With other goblins, Sazar could never start a conversation, take a pause of more than a few moments, and return without having to start all over again. Chal for some reason could actually keep a thought in his balloon like head for more than a wink of the eye, a trait that was most unusual for goblins and immediately elevated him to a high status.
     “Chal,” Sazar called out. “I’m interested in your opinions on this action. This is my first true conquest and as it begins, I wish to analyze it further. To this point, I have been quite successful in keeping this huge number of goblins undetected. That in itself has been a monumental task. The approaching storm has undoubtedly assisted in this matter. Traveling in Dark Spruce gave us natural cover. Getting across the hills and farmlands was another matter. In order to get this close to the city without being seen, we have had to use much of the night already. We do not have long now before the sun rises. When it does, we will obviously be discovered. Still, I have the city surrounded and they don’t even know it yet. I have numerous raiding parties ready to attack, thus we are now committed. Still, it almost seems too easy, but as there is no turning back, I am wondering if I might be overlooking something. What would you do at this moment?”
     Chal responded as he often did, simply and without much thought. “There are enough goblins at your command to simply take the city and kill everyone. That is what I would do.”
     Sazar expected this over simplistic response, but in truth, he did not really want Chal’s advice. He simply used Chal as a way to talk to himself. By explaining to Chal the basic principles of his approach, Sazar often found potential flaws that might be so obvious that they were earlier overlooked. 
     “So you feel I have wasted too much time and placed too much effort in keeping my forces concealed. I have enough raw power to simply march into Connel and destroy the city. That is probably true, but I would lose more goblins that way.”
     “They can be replaced.”
     “It is good to see that you have such love for your fellow goblins. Still, you mustn’t be short sighted. Yes, I can find replacements, but I want this army to grow, not to shrink or to remain stagnant. I plan to control far more than this city. The land occupied by the humans extends far to the east, very far indeed, most likely beyond your wildest imagination. There are countless towns and cities that extend through the farmlands and grasslands. Uton is only a small region of an even larger expanse. There is another ocean to the east and cities of massive size on its coast. One day, I may wish to take these cities as well. To do that, I must grow in power, not lose power out of impatience.”
     Sazar clicked his long sharp nails on the desktop. The desk wobbled momentarily and Sazar sighed as he sat back in his chair away from the unsteady table.
     “Also, by concealing my forces the humans were never alerted and given a chance to escape. It is not enough to simply take an empty city. That was my objective when I attacked that pathetic town of Pinesway. I will no longer think so small.
     “The second mistake you make is in wanting to kill all the human inhabitants. That is just plain foolishness. I have told you of my bargain with Tabris. I am bound to honor that bargain and fully intend on doing so. If I kill everyone in the city, what will that leave me to send to Tabris? Goblins? I doubt that would make her happy, to say nothing of my goblin army. No, it would not do to simply march in and kill them all. I must control them. To do that, I must show them that I am more than a marauding army. The battle must not only be won, it must be won in such a way that they understand I am not to be underestimated.
     “I also have to think about supplying my forces,” Sazar continued. “I am no longer interested in simply raiding and stealing what I can get my hands on. I will conquer this city and I will hold it. Once I am in control, I will need food for my forces as well as metals to make new weapons. I certainly can not depend on the goblins or any other of my minions to farm or to mine. I will need the humans to do that. I will offer them life in exchange for their servitude. In order for that bargain to work, they must remain alive after I take the city.”
     Sazar nodded his head with a degree of satisfaction. “No, I believe the initial designs of my plan are sound. I don’t want the inhabitants of Connel to escape and I don’t want them all killed. I simply need to make sure their ability to fight is extinguished. I will do that by coaxing a large portion of their forces out into the open and destroying them. The ordinary inhabitants of the city will then be more willing to accept their fate.”
     Chal shrugged. “Goblins don’t like the open land. When the sun comes up, we will look for cover from the light.”
     “The storm clouds will keep it fairly dark for a while,” Sazar hummed. “I believe it will also snow for some time. The sun will not be too much of a problem.”
     “We do not like snow, either.”
     “Goblins don’t like much of anything,” Sazar responded with a weary sigh. “But I must say I should consider that. I can not allow the battle to drag on for long. A heavy snow might slow my army’s forward movement into the city. If the humans can regroup with archers, it might allow them to cause heavy casualties, not enough to change the ultimate outcome, but as I said, I wish to minimize my losses. It is best if I begin the first raids as soon as possible.”
#
     “Humans always cut down the trees,” Lief grumbled to himself with disgust. 
     Watching from a small grove of trees that long ago used to be part of sprawling Dark Spruce Forest but was now nothing more than an isolated patch, Lief’s sharp elf eyes could peer though the distance as well as the darkness to make out the movements of several goblin packs. He stayed within the safety of the trees as razor crows continued to fly overhead. The cold air became still as the night grew darker. The elf could smell the snow in the air, waiting to fall and cover the tracks of the moving horde.
     The goblin packs had moved past the trees just as night fell and their numbers had swelled to alarming proportions. They continued their eastward movements and it became all too clear to the elf that Connel must be their ultimate destination. Scurrying over hills, darting down dark dirt roads, and skulking through dormant farm fields, the goblins moved in an orderly fashion with that one apparent destination in mind. The number of goblins in each pack increased ten fold, and the number of these packs grew at the same staggering rate.  They did not yet combine into one massive throng, but as they closed upon Connel, they did less to spread their numbers across the vast land.  With their raids on outposts and mines now obviously complete, they moved with a bigger goal in mind.
     During his previous travels through Dark Spruce, Lief had kept a casual eye on the trail of the marching monsters. He stayed alert, high in the trees, and was spotted on numerous occasions, both by goblins below and flying beasts above. When spotted, he remained calm as he followed a pack for a short distance and then eventually turned and moved off to find another band. He acted like nothing more than an elf guard keeping tabs on a goblin threat invading the lands too near an elf camp. Such encounters had to be common to these creatures as they traveled by so many other elf camps. As long as his sightings remained consistent and revealed nothing beyond casual forest reconnaissance, he believed he would be disregarded by the dark creatures, and so far, he was.
     With the goblins now out of the forest, however, Lief’s options dwindled. An elf spied out in the open farmlands would now be looked upon with much greater suspicion. He could not yet afford to bring that kind of attention upon himself. As of yet, he was unable to get a fix on the serp that he knew was behind all of this activity. He believed Sazar was close, but the outlying farms of Connel spread over great distances. There was little else he could do but wait.
     “This is as close as I can get… for now.”
#
     The new mayor of Connel was very tired, but seldom able to sleep. When a strong knock came on her bedroom door, she was already awake considering more rebuilding plans for the next few days. 
     “Give me a moment,” Helen Flisher responded. She rose from her bed and pulled on her clothes. She knew she would not sleep any further this night, so there was no need to pretend she would return to bed. When she opened her door, she found her assistant waiting for her with a look that revealed more fear than concern.
     “What’s wrong?” Helen asked firmly.
     “Guard Captain Tevor is here to see you. He says it’s urgent.”
     “Where is he?”
     “At the door, he wouldn’t come in.”
     Mayor Flisher moved past her assistant and toward the front of the house. The door was open and a cold wind greeted her. She grabbed a coat that hung crumpled over a chair, threw it over her shoulders, and stepped outside.     
     A heavyset man with a sour face only glanced at her and then returned his gaze toward the south of the city. “Sorry to disturb you, mayor, but I’m following your orders.” The career soldier’s voice was thick as if the words from his mouth weighed more than those from other men. “We have reports that goblins are raiding farms to the south. More than one farm family has made the report, so I believe the claims are legitimate. I have no scouts at that position at this time, so I can not verify beyond these reports. Based on what I have heard, I believe three farms have been attacked. I have no reports of casualties at this time. These farms are beyond the city limits, so I have executed your standing orders for all goblin raids outside the city. I have placed all interior guard posts on alert, recalled all outer patrols and placed them at watch within the city’s main quadrants, dispatched additional watch to the roofs of our tallest structures, and placed the cavalry at the ready.”
     His initial report complete, Captain Tevor turned and awaited the mayor’s response.
     Helen Flisher stepped carefully down the front steps of her house and looked to the south and then up at the sky. She pulled her coat more tightly around her as she inhaled heavily the cold air.
     “It’s going to snow,” she remarked.
     “Probably,” the soldier agreed.
     The mayor played out the possibilities in her mind. “Goblins are small, they probably don’t like the snow. They would move like children, struggling through it if it got too deep. They’re probably hungry and worried the snow might prevent them from scavenging food in the forest. If I were them, I might try a quick strike on a farm to get what food I could.”
     “I could send out a patrol on horseback, find out what they’re up to and clear them out,” the captain offered.
     The mayor looked up at the sky again and shook her head. “No, it’s still dark and a storm can be unpredictable. Dawn will be here soon, so let’s wait for more light. If the farmers protest, let them know they will be compensated for their losses. The dwarves never hit the farms, so we have more food then we have people now. We can afford to lose a few barrels of grain to a handful of goblins, but I don’t want to lose any more soldiers to goblin crossbows. It’s just not worth the risk.”
     The captain found the concern for his soldiers quite refreshing and nodded in acceptance. “Will you be remaining here in case I have to send you updated reports?”
     “No, I’m going to head over to town hall—well the temporary town hall—to my office. I’m not going to get any more sleep tonight, so I might as well make good use of the time.”
     “Very well. I will keep you updated.”
     “Thanks.”
#
     Sazar sat quietly with his mind focused on the sensations he received from the half dozen rock beetles that were now under the town. Through them, he could feel the movement of the human troops, sense their alarm, but none of it matched what he expected. 
     “The farmers reached several guard posts within the city limits quite a while ago,” the serp said more to himself than to Chal, but he wanted the goblin to listen as well. “They’ve had plenty of time to rouse their forward scouts. Indeed, they have already recalled their outer patrols and have mounted several soldiers on horseback. These soldiers are not moving out. Why not?”
     “They are afraid,” Chal said.
     “No, they are moving with great certainty and purpose, not panic, but they are staying much too cautious. Could they know I already have them surrounded? No, that doesn’t make sense, either. Everything I feel indicates they are simply waiting, not truly preparing for a battle. It’s almost as if we don’t exist to them, as if the small raids never took place.”
     “Maybe they don’t care about these farmers,” Chal offered, and at that, Sazar turned a head toward the goblin.
     “They do not care? Hmmmmmm. Humans tend to be an excitable lot. When they feel they are threatened, they either run or attack. A few of the more intelligent ones show a bit more caution, but in the end they also would meet a raid with some type of action. But what if they didn’t care? They might indeed ignore the claims of a few farmers and simply do enough to appear as if they are prepared to meet any additional threats. Very good, Chal. Let us give them additional threats.”
     Sazar began sending new orders by mental command, first to his raiding commander and then to the individual pack leaders. He began narrating his new plans as he continued linking with the minds of the goblins in the fields. He spoke out loud to Chal as he completed most of his commands.
     “Since there is no patrol to respond to the first raid, it is a waste of time to try and confuse them with another smaller raid in the same area. I’m calling for an immediate attack by all goblin raiding parties in the fields to the east of Connel. I am also directing them to force the humans to flee to the city by whatever means necessary. Let us see if the humans remain so cautious when many of the farmers to the east reach their guard posts with warnings of a considerably larger raid. I think then they will care.
#
     Even in the dark and over great distances, Lief could see the turmoil in the farmlands. The first raid to the south of Connel was smaller in scope. When he watched the goblins allow the farmers to flee toward the city, he realized he had a chance to enter Connel. He would be seen, but probably not noticed if he appeared as a fleeing farmer as opposed to an elf. 
     Pulling his cloak about him to cover the bow and quiver of arrows on his back, Lief looked over his own appearance to see what he might do to be more convincing. Making small tears in the lower portions of his shirt and pants, his clothes fit more loosely making him appear wider, especially in the dark. Satisfied, he dropped out of the sparse area of trees, and upon the ground. He began to trot toward Connel, not with the speed and grace of an elf, but with the hurried and frantic gait of a fearful human. He kept crouched over and a hood pulled down well over his head. He remained on the main road as this was an area the goblins remained watchful over but had not dared encroach. 
     As he passed over several hills and past many of the southern farms, he peered to the east. Well past the city limits, the outlying farms in this region suddenly came alive with panic. The elf could see small fires being lit across the lands, and he spied the shadows of both goblins and humans running frantically about. Many of the humans took to the roads heading toward Connel and it appeared again as if the goblins were allowing them to make it safely to the city, though Lief could not imagine why.
     The raids to the east grew in scope and intensity. The shouts became clearer. The fear grew more apparent in the human screams just as the hate intensified in the goblin shrieks. It appeared as if hundreds of farm families had been rousted from their beds and were now fleeing for the protection of Connel.
     Lief quickly came to the area that he knew presented the greatest challenge. From his previous position, he knew that Sazar had surrounded Connel with his multitude of goblins. This ring, however, was not complete. In order to hide his horde, Sazar utilized the surrounding farmlands as cover and kept the monsters off the main roads and low in the fields. This presented several breaks in the goblin lines including one on the road that the elf now traveled.
     The goblin position was also fluid and it moved with cunning to avoid previous human patrols. Lief did not know how it that was possible, but the goblins appeared to gain advanced warning to patrols, almost as if somehow they could sense the soldiers’ movement the moment they left the confines of the city. Retreating and parting to allow humans to pass, the goblins showed much more diligence in avoiding the guards than on seizing or attacking them.
     As Lief approached the area he knew to contain the greatest concentration of goblins, he realized if he were to be stopped, it would be at that moment Still, he hoped he could avoid an encounter simply by appearing to be nothing more than a fearful human running toward the safety of Connel.
     “If they let the farmers make it to the city, perhaps they will do so with me,” Lief said quietly, trying to convince himself he was not running toward his own death. 
     He moved with a labored unsteadiness as he remained crouched over. He exhaled heavily almost to the point of wheezing, and he even threw in a few groans of despair as he looked over his shoulder appearing to fear what might be behind him. Every fiber of his being told him to move faster, to utilize his swift elf abilities to avoid the danger that he knew was all about him. To do so, however, would surely mean his death, and thus he fought down his own instincts. He rambled onward, even falling to his knees on the hard road. He scrambled up with all the contrived imbalance he could muster as he continued onward toward the lights of Connel.
     Throughout his ungraceful run, he expected to hear the sizzling whistle of a crossbow bolt whizzing through the air. He waited for the burning sting of penetration into his back. The pain never arrived and he quickly neared the first outer buildings of Connel. 
     As much as he did not wish to be seen by the goblins, neither did he wish to confront the humans on guard. Several remained on watch peering out into the darkness. Attempting one last charade, Lief stumbled to the ground, rolled over into the ditch and quickly slid on his belly away from the main road and into matted grass. 
     No longer needing to fool the goblins, he moved with his elf grace. Rolling silently through light underbrush he made his way toward a dark building just off to his left. He climbed up a post as if climbing an oak tree. Avoiding the notice of the guard, he rolled up on to the roof and surveyed the area around him.
#
     Running out of the old town library that now served as the town hall and the office of the Mayor, Helen Flisher reached the outside air just as Captain Tevor began leaping up the stone steps.
     “I was just coming for you,” he said with an out-of-breath huff. “More trouble.”
     “I hear. What’s going on that we can be sure of?”
     “More goblin raids, this time to the east.”
     “The east?! They’ve bypassed the city?” Mayor Flisher questioned in surprise.
     “Unless they came from somewhere else other than Dark Spruce, it looks like it.”
     “I didn’t think goblins liked the open lands.”
     “I didn’t either, but we really don’t know too much about them.”
     The mayor frowned. “Never mind, we’ll deal with that later. It sounds bad out there, what kind of goblin numbers are we looking at.”
     “Too dark to get a good look,” Tevor admitted, “but it’s clear they’re hitting just about every farm that’s within walking distance on our eastern side. In order to do that, they would need at least two hundred maybe more.”
     “Casualties?”
     “No reports of any as of yet. Every farm family that has made it to the city has said that the goblins didn’t harm them or their family members and they didn’t see any dead on the road into the city.”
     “They’re letting them escape?”
     “Seems that way. I have the full cavalry waiting at the eastern border of the city for a full charge to repel. Even if there’s four hundred out there, we can send them into retreat and clear the area.”
     The mayor considered what she was told and listened to the clamor in the distance. She wanted to give the order, but a great doubt weighed upon her mind. She hesitated and revealed her concerns. “Something about this isn’t right. They hit us to the south and now they hit us to the east with greater numbers. We didn’t respond to their first attack. If they just want food, why not use their numbers to sack everything they could from the southern farms? Why move up to the east? If they are from Dark Spruce, they put the city between them and their escape. If not, why did they break up their forces to hit the south first?”
     “Two possibilities that I can think of, the first is that the two attacks are not related. Maybe these are two different goblin packs that have nothing to do with each other, but because of the storm, they both got the same idea. They just attacked from different points.”
     “Do you believe that?”
     “Not for an instant,” Tevor admitted, “but it is possible.”
     “The second possibility?”
     “The second is that they know the eastern farms are larger. When we didn’t respond to their first attack, they got brave and went for the bigger prize.”
     Mayor Flisher shook her head. “If they know that the eastern farms are larger they should also know that it’s the dormant season and we moved most of the food from those farms into the city.”
     “We also kept a good deal out in the farms in case the dwarves attacked again so we wouldn’t lose all our supplies.”
     “True, so you think they just want our reserves?” the mayor asked.
     “They’re goblins, they don’t farm themselves. Why not?”
     “I don’t know. Something still doesn’t feel right about this.”
     At that very moment, the first few snow flakes began to drift out of the night sky.
     “It’s starting to snow,” the mayor said.
     “Aye, what’s your order on the cavalry?”
     “Hold them,” Mayor Flisher said quickly, but then she altered her position slightly. “Actually, no. Have them ride out and assist the escaping farmers, but they are not to engage the goblins—just a rescue mission, nothing else. It’s going to be light soon enough and it’s already starting to snow. We have enough food in the city that we can afford to lose those reserves, but I don’t think we will. They don’t have enough time to take everything. Pretty soon it’s going to be light out here and the snow is going to pile up and slow them down. If the goblins are still out there when it gets lighter, we’ll see them and know what we’re really up against. If they’re loading up with supplies and trying to run back to the forest, we can send out your forces then. What do you think?”
     “I admit I don’t like running from a fight…”
     “Well, we’re not really running. We’re just waiting for the right time.”
     Tevor smiled lightly. “Aye, I can wait and I’d like to see just what we’re up against as well.”
#
     Frowning and shaking his head, Sazar’s normal flowing and hypnotic voice dropped to a grumble. “Why are they not counterattacking? They are allowing us to move unimpeded. Their cavalry is doing nothing more than gathering up some of the farmers.”
     Throwing a fist down on the uneven table, Sazar threw himself out of his chair and stormed to the door. “I need to have a better view of what is going on.”
     He threw open the door and stepped out into the cold night air. Ignoring the snow flakes falling on his head, he sent a mental command to a hook hawk perched in a tree far off in the distance.
     Lowering its head slightly, the beast turned about on a thick branch, spread its uneven wings and leapt into the air. With but a few beats of its thick wings, the monster gained altitude higher then the trees. It began to shift and swerve in the air as it headed in a jagged path toward the city of Connel. As the flying beast came close enough to view the full breadth of the city, the images it gained in its mind traveled through magical waves back to the serp.
     “Much of the city is in ruins!” Sazar noted. “I knew the dwarves of Dunop attacked, but I had no idea that inflicted so much damage. The outer ring is in fair shape, but the inner city has been crushed. Over half of the buildings are nearly demolished. The dwarves must have struck from the city center. The human forces on patrol are few and far between. No wonder my rock beetles felt so little movement above them. I wonder how many humans are even left in the city. This changes things drastically.”



Chapter 16

     Fires from torches lit up the darkness all around Connel. Even as the snow continued to fall, fear of what now surrounded the city replaced any worries about a simple dormant season storm. The goblins also set several of the farmhouses ablaze, and the flames licked the darkness of the waning night. To the east, only a dull, faint glow could be noticed on the far horizon, but the sight of what stood between that horizon and the city limits destroyed any ray of hope from the coming dawn.
     Sazar himself was on the march toward the northern entrance of the city. With his small contingent of goblins at his side, he appeared as nothing more than another dark creature joining the ranks of the monsters that now encircled the city. His horde made no further attempt to hide their presence, to remain quiet in the darkness, or to avoid the approach of enemy scouts. Just the opposite, Sazar had ordered his minions to make their numbers quite clear to the human inhabitants of Connel. He ordered all torches lit, several farmhouses set ablaze, and every goblin to shriek with murderous delight. 
     The main body of Sazar’s goblin army closed ranks, blocked all roads surrounding Connel, and formed one continuous circle around the doomed city. No longer did they skulk in the shadows or crouch low against the dirt. Not a single clear path existed through their dark ranks. As the torches and surrounding fires danced with hell-like glee, the snow that reached the flames sizzled into steam. Newly wet wood gave off a white smoke as it burned, and the host of goblins appeared as if blessed by some unholy dragon’s breath. 
     “Chal,” Sazar called out to the goblin behind him. “Does this meet with your approval?”
     “I like that we are not hiding, but why don’t we attack?” the goblin asked almost innocently, if that were possible.
     “Because I do not believe we will have to,” the serp answered firmly. 
     Sazar then channeled his commands to the razor crows and hook hawks that remained near the trees to the west. In mere moments, the dark, thin, almost knife-like crows circled the goblins overhead. Their V-shaped bodies floated in the glow of the fires beneath them and their black wings accented the white snow falling out of the shadows from above. The hook hawks took to flight at a much higher altitude and soared in swooping patterns over the center of the besieged city. Shrieking upon the serp’s orders, their calls penetrated every dark alley and every basement shelter. No one in Connel could ignore the horror they now faced.
     “I am ordering the shags and bloat spiders to move as close to the city as possible without coming in range of any foolish archers. I am also calling for several goblin raiding packs to advance forward ahead of our main line. We will do the same and appear as just another pack of goblins. I want to be ready to enter the city when the time is right.”
#
     “It’s very early, still dark outside,” Enin professed as he looked up at the night sky. As he looked into the blackness above him, hundreds of snowflakes seemed to materialize out of nothingness.
     “I know,” Ryson said as he waited on the grass in front of Enin’s home which was now dusted with a thin layer of cotton soft snow, “but it’s snowing and I wanted to take the dogs out to play and for a run before it gets to deep—or muddy if it warms up and melts. I didn’t think you’d want a house full of muddy dogs.”
     “I don’t mind that much. Actually, I’m very glad you’re here. I would like a moment to talk to you. It won’t take long and then you can be on your way with the dogs.” The wizard looked back behind him at the four tail-wagging canines that waited at the front door. “They won’t mind as long as I don’t keep you too long. Please come into my study. Holli’s already there and I would like her to hear this as well.”
     This piqued the delver’s curiosity and that was all it took to get him inside. He followed the wizard down the hall and into a large room where Holli waited near a window. Ryson nodded and the elf returned the greeting. 
     Enin began immediately, not even waiting to sit down.
     “Ryson,” he began, “I want to make sure you understand something. I see in you someone that cares very much of what happens to others. You involve yourself because I believe you think it’s your responsibility. I admire that and I wish more people would have even a slight degree of your willingness to help and contribute.”
     The wizard let that statement stand for a moment and then continued what he believed was an obvious truth. “I’m sure you’re thinking right now that you wish I was more willing to contribute, and that is what I want you to understand. We have talked often and at great lengths about things like choices and balance and interference. I never try to read your thoughts, but I do believe I can sense your reactions now and then. In the past few days you have helped in Pinesway, and gone out of your way to make sure a friend did not stray into danger. At the same time, I did nothing to stop Sazar in Pinesway and I make no attempt to stop Tabris from assisting this monster now. You must wonder why I do not do more. Am I right?”
     Ryson simply nodded.
     “You have always gone well beyond what is expected of you,” Enin continued. “You do so much for so many. When I see what you can accomplish, I am envious and I really wish I could do more. Unfortunately, I must be very careful.” Enin stopped and sighed. “There I go again. I am not saying what needs to be said, going in circles, saying the same thing over and over again. Let me try this again with as much clarity as possible.”
     Enin rubbed his hands together and focused his thoughts clearly on what he wanted to say. “When I talk about balance, I am often referring to the equal weights of all things, especially good and evil. I have done my best to remain on the proper side of events. I have strived not to use my power for selfish desires, or out of anger, and especially not out of arrogance or pride. That being said, I think it’s time you understand there is another being that exists that does not have that same outlook. I believe he is malevolent in spirit and would certainly act without the care I have tried to exercise. In many ways, he is to evil what I hope I am to good. It is a way that the balance can be maintained throughout the land. I believe this creature exists to keep me in check, to remind me that if I start to interfere in the choices of humans, elves, dwarves, and so on, it would then give this creature the opportunity to intervene in his way. Holli has now seen this creature and I believe she can verify some of what I’m saying.”
     Enin turned to the elf and raised an eyebrow. “Well, not clearly seen him, but has been in his presence. He is not a figment of my imagination, yes?”
     “He is real,” the elf responded simply.
     “And what do you think of him?”
     “I believe he can and would do great harm.”
     Enin turned back to the delver. 
     “You see? I never was making excuses. For whatever reason, there must be balance and if I break the balance by interfering there will be consequences. In fact, it is actually very simple. Whatever good I do, it will assuredly be offset immediately somewhere else by something very bad. There are times I can act, and there are times I don’t believe I should, otherwise I might invite disastrous results elsewhere. This part is hard to explain, in truth because I don’t really understand it myself, but if I do something like say interfere with Sazar and Tabris, it opens the door for this other being to interfere elsewhere. As long as I am responsible with my actions, it keeps the balance.”
     “But there are times you acted before,” Ryson pointed out. “You stopped the dwarves from destroying Burbon, you destroyed Yave, you warned us about Sazar attacking Pinesway, and there are countless smaller things you do daily to keep us all safe. Isn’t that interfering?”
     “I don’t think so, then again perhaps it is,” Enin answered in his usual and somewhat confusing fashion. “It all depends on how you look at it, and it all depends on the results. With the dwarves, they attacked us, they made a choice. I responded to that choice and to their actions. I never took away their ability to attack before they chose to do so. It was also not a struggle between right and wrong or good and evil. The dwarves that attacked did so because they felt threatened. The people of this town and the elves that fought with them did so to defend themselves. I ended that battled but I did not intervene in the struggle between good and evil.”
     “That’s where you’re going to lose me,” Ryson proclaimed. “I didn’t see anything good about the dwarves' attack.”
     “That’s because you’re not a dwarf,” Enin replied. “Anyway, let us not get sidetracked from what it is I want to say. I want you to understand that there is evil out there and if I act out of haste simply to do what I think is right, I believe that evil will be given an opportunity to gain strength. I can not let that happen. You may not understand that fully, but perhaps it is enough. What do you think?”
     “Well, the fact that you’re telling me there’s something out there as powerful as you that is evil isn’t going to make me sleep any better,” Ryson admitted, “but at least it gives me an idea of why you’re as careful as you are.”
     “I am very happy to hear that,” Enin reflected with a smile and then thought of a way to reward the delver. “I also want to share something with you I know that is important to you. I will give you the answer to a question that has plagued you for some time now. You have wondered why Dzeb and the other cliff behemoths came to your aid in the tunnels of Dunop. You even asked him why he came to help and he ignored your question. You tried to push it aside, but you are a delver and such a task is not truly possible.
     “The truth of the matter is that Dzeb and the other cliff behemoths were vehemently opposed to intruding in the affairs of other races. It was not their place and they knew it. They have faith, and in their faith they believe that it is Godson’s will that will determine the fates of other beings. Even with their grand power, they would not dare to impose what they thought is right or wrong on other beings. In the end, however, they did intercede, and the question is why?
     “They did so because of you, my friend. Not because of your pleas or your arguments, but simply because they see something in you, something that I see as well. You, whether your like it or not, are a person of destiny. Do not feel embarrassed by this or even be surprised by it. It is rare, though it is not completely unheard of, to say the least. There have always been and always will be a handful of individuals in this land that always seem to be in the thick of important events. Of course there are individuals that only have one moment of historical significance and then fade in to the background. Then again, there are others that make important contributions over and over again, and they never tend to fade away. They keep reappearing. Some say that they do so because they insist on thrusting themselves into important events even when they do not belong. They live for fame and power. Sadly, this is true for many such people. 
     “There are others, however, that do not seek such a position, but neither can they escape it. They are continuously pressed into service whether they like it or not. They are people of destiny, and you are such a person.
     “Remember, the cliff behemoths always remained true to their faith. They entered Dunop to stop the sand giants, but ultimately it was you that saved the city from the shadow trees and stopped the war. Thus, the cliff behemoths did not truly intervene in the actions or choices of other creatures. They simply gave you the opportunity to do what you were destined to do and nothing else. 
     “I won’t ask you if you understand and I don’t wish to try and debate the details. The only thing I want you to know is that the cliff behemoths entered Dunop to give you a chance to do what you had to do. Whether you failed or succeeded in the challenges you faced then, or for that matter in the challenges you still must face, that always remains up to you.”
     Enin looked deeply into the delver and though he still sensed a great deal of confusion in Ryson, he did not wish to explain any further. “Now, do me a favor and take the dogs out to play, they are getting impatient.”
#
     As if she simply faded in from the darkness and took form where there was none before, a woman in a long black cloak appeared off to the side of the road where Sazar and several goblins stood watching and waiting. Her cloak billowed at the bottom and appeared to have no true end as if she was an extension of the darkness around her. Her appearance so stunned one goblin that he fired off a crossbow bolt before he knew what he was shooting at. The woman stepped forward and leaned into the incoming bolt, allowing it to plunge deep into her shoulder. Without even a gasp of pain, she pulled the protruding bolt from her flesh and threw it to the ground.
     “Hold,” Sazar commanded to the other goblins. He would not step forward, but he turned slightly to face the woman.
     “You are the serp in control of these creatures,” she stated as a simple fact.
     “Indeed I am,” Sazar answered as he stared into the eyes of the woman before him. He did not like what he saw and for the first time since he gained his new powers from Tabris, he felt a chill whisk through his very bones.
     “Do not try to work your will on me, serp. I understand the strength of will as well as you do, and though my power to control an army would never match yours, your influence over me dies in my veins.”
     “Vampire?” he questioned.
     She said nothing, but the dancing shadow in her eyes made the answer clear.
     The serp gritted his teeth. “What is it I should call you?”
     “You may call me Janindise.”
     “Very well, Janindise, how did you find me?”
     “For me, I can taste the vibrations of your controlling thoughts. The outflow of your will is like a guide. I had no trouble following it back to its source.”
     “Do you guard this city?” Sazar asked somewhat concerned about what the answer might be.
     “I hate this city,” the woman answered. “Do to it what you will.”
     “I plan to,” the serp responded simply. “What is it you want?”
     “I have extremely little time before the sun rises, thus I shall waste none. There are two things you must be made aware of. One is that I am bound to attack goblins, shags and the like in order to satisfy my thirst. Normally, I would travel into the hills or the forest to hunt what I need. Now that you bring so many here to me, I find it absurd to waste time hunting them down in the wild. If it is any solace to you, I will not kill what I feed upon, thus you will not lose any of your followers. I tell you this out of a courtesy.”
     “I appreciate your advanced warning,” Sazar noted. “What confuses me, however, is why can’t you attack the humans of this town?”
     “I will not discuss that.”
     Her tone made it very clear that pressing her would be a waste of time and Sazar did not wish to make an enemy of this woman, certainly not at this point in time.
     “Very well. You did say there were two things you wished to advise me of, what is the second?”
     “I have a friend that dwells in this city,” the vampire explained. “I plan to return to him now. I will not let you hurt him, thus I suggest you advise your goblins, your shags, your hook hawks, and whatever other monsters you plan to unleash on these other mortals, to leave us be if they happen to stumble upon us.”
     “Does your friend have a name?”
     “Edward Consprite. I have already informed him of your arrival here and of the horde this city faces. He believes he might be of some assistance to you. He has very in-depth knowledge of this place and its inhabitants. It seems he used to lead them once. He has been replaced and now also has nothing but contempt for this city as well. I can not imagine how he might be of help to a serp that wishes to plunder a city, but he has surprised me on many occasions and so he might surprise you as well. Eventually, he will come to you on his own. Whether you listen to him or not, that is your business. If you kill him, then it will become my business.” 
     “It is not my intention to make anything your business. I will leave you and your friend be, and I will listen to this human if he does seek me out. I do, however, have a question. If both you and this Consprite hate this city, why do you stay here?”
     “He has nowhere else to go and I have come to enjoy his company.”
     “I see,” Sazar responded simply.
     “The sun is rising and I have only moments left. Remember my warning, do not harm Consprite.” 
     She took one step back and simply faded into the swirling snow and waning darkness.
#
     “We have to surrender,” the mayor stated with a tone of desperation.
     “Surrender? To Goblins?” Captain Tevor found this solution to be no solution at all.
     “We have no choice,” Mayor Flisher responded while casting a frantic look out to the goblin horde that surrounded the city. “What can we do against this? We can’t run; they have us surrounded. We can’t hold them off; we have no walls, they would be on us in moments.”
     “We can fight,” Tevor offered stubbornly.
     The mayor pointed out to the throng of goblins. “Against that?”
     “The cavalry is ready and my infantry is entrenched. We’ve been training the civilians in case of another attack by the dwarves, we might as well call them in now. It may be enough.”
     “It’ll be enough to start a panic and make things a hundred times worse.”
     “With all due respect, you’re wrong about the panic. Most of the people already know we’re surrounded. It’s not like the goblins are making themselves hard to notice. We sound out the alarm just as we planned to do under another dwarf attack. Some people will go to where they’re supposed to go and be ready to fight, some will hide. At least we’ll know what we’ve got. The sun is starting to rise, so even with the snow, it’s getting lighter. The snow is in our favor, too. It will slow them down.”
     “And with all due respect to you,” the mayor responded, “how much do you think it’s going to matter if they have to march through ankle deep snow? They’re already on us. They’ve even moved shags, spiders and small goblin raiding parties almost up to our doorstep. They’ve got those strange hawks flying over our heads right now and those crows waiting right above the goblins. We didn’t train our people to fight against that. How many experienced soldiers do you really have left? The dwarves decimated our forces. Look at the number of goblins out there. Do you honestly think we have even the slightest chance of avoiding annihilation? Tell me with all honesty that you think the forces under your command can possibly find a victory and I’ll pick up a sword and join you, but it can’t be a suicide charge.”
     “Surrendering may be the same as suicide,” Tevor offered with a dark expression. “They might not take prisoners, and even if they do, we have no idea how they might treat them. Godson, they might eat us, we just don’t know. Look, I appreciate what you’re thinking. You’ve already saved most of my men. I would have sent out the cavalry when they started raiding the farms. They would have all been slaughtered and I probably would have marched out there to die with them, but if it’s a choice between fighting and surrendering, I think all of them would rather fight.”
     “Do you think there is any kind of chance we can stop them if they attacked?” the mayor asked flatly.
     “There’s always a chance,” Tevor stated stubbornly.
     “Yes, there’s always a chance for a miracle,” the mayor allowed, “but there also has to be time for realism. This time I’m not going to ask you if there’s a chance, I want you to be honest with me, as honest as you can be to your soldiers when their life is on the line. What do you believe will happen if the goblins move forward?”
     Tevor bowed his head and looked at the snow covered ground. “I will order the cavalry to charge their weakest point which I believe is to the southwest. I believe if they concentrate their charge, they can break through the goblin line, though they will suffer a fair amount of casualties. I will also order them that once they break through to harass the enemy flank to the best of their ability, but if they come under heavy crossbow fire, which they will, I will tell them to retreat south then turn due east and head to the plains. Hopefully they can hook up with forces at Fort Nebran, and warn them of what went on here.”
     “What about the rest of us here in the city?”
     “I will order the infantry to remain entrenched and fight to the death, which I believe they will. That will hopefully cut deep into their numbers. At least they would if it were just goblins. So many shags out there have me worried. Those monsters can plow through our trenches with ease. That’s probably why they’re up front. I will have my best archers try to pick off the shags and that might help.”
     “And if the hawks or the crows interfere with the archers?” Flisher asked.
     “Let’s hope they don’t. In the end, even if we do cut into their numbers, there are still too many goblins to defeat. They will eventually overrun us and move into the city streets. If we get some luck with the shags and if the infantry can kill as many goblins as I hope they can, they might not want to venture further into the city where we can have the civilians armed and ready.”
     “And what would happen if they didn’t stop?”
     “They’ll wipe us all out,” Tevor answered solemnly.
     The mayor heaved a heavy breath. “Even with all the hope in the world, you just admitted we can’t fight them off. In fact, you admitted we would be dooming our entire guard force.”
     “As I said, we may be doomed anyway. At least, maybe we can get some of the cavalry out, and if we inflict enough losses, there may be some small hope that we can save the interior part of the city.”
     “I’m sorry, Captain, but that’s not good enough.” Mayor Helen Flisher made a final decision quickly. “I want you to pull your infantry back, but you may leave the cavalry where they are. We will raise a white flag and send out four unarmed riders in each direction of the compass to stop just before they reach where the shags are positioned. Ask for volunteers, as they might not come back alive. If they are approached, they are to tell the invaders we surrender, but that we have women and children and we need to understand their terms. They are to ask for representatives to come to the city’s border. I will then meet with them so they can deliver their terms directly to me so I can have them followed out. If they will not let us surrender, we will know then. At that point, you can order your cavalry to make an attempt to escape to the southwest. The rest of us will all fall back to the city center and fight together, to the death if that’s what happens.”
     Captain Tevor knew there was no point in debating. “I’ll see to it.”
#
     Immediately after Ryson left with the dogs for a romp in the snow, Holli turned to the wizard with an expectant look. 
     “You know something, don’t you?” she asked.
     Enin looked to the floor with a grim expression. 
     “Ryson is destined for more challenges,” he said with a hollow ring.
     “That’s not what I’m talking about,” Holli quickly responded. “I already know Ryson has yet another moment that he must face that is probably important to us all. I gathered that from your discussion with Linda when she asked you to warn Tabris. This doesn’t have to do with Ryson. Something else is happening that’s weighing on you, something that is happening right now, something that is very bad. You have the power to stop whatever it is, but you believe such an act would be a mistake. Am I correct?”
     “You are. I have always acknowledged your perception, and it appears to be serving you well yet again.”
     “We’re all going to find out what this is, that’s why you told Ryson. We’re going to eventually hear about this and you knew he would wonder why you didn’t do anything to prevent it. Whatever it is, it must be rather large in scope.”
     “It is,” Enin acknowledged. “With Tabris’ help, Sazar is about to take Connel."
     Holli considered this news carefully. “This does not bode well for anyone in this region. A city that large in the hands of a serp and a sorceress has treacherous consequences. All of the elf camps in Dark Spruce will view this as a major shift. Normally, goblins would keep to the cover of the trees and thus were more of a threat to my kind than the humans, but not any more. Connel is a gateway to the plains of the east and the human farms. There are forts to the east, but the goblins will simply avoid them. This will be clearly viewed as a start to a goblin-human war. Will you do nothing to prevent it?”
     “I believe there is little I can do.”
     “No,” Holli stated clearly and without hesitation. “There is little you are willing to do. There is a difference.”
     “Didn’t you hear what I told Ryson?” Enin shot back. “Anything I do is an open invitation for Baannat to act in an opposing fashion. If I interfere here, where will he interfere?”
     “Let us leave Baannat for a moment and talk about you. Whether you wish to admit it or not, Ryson was right. You have acted in the past. You have even possibly interfered, but perhaps you just don’t realize it. Every time a spell caster comes here seeking guidance from you and you give it, you have inserted yourself in what may come to pass in the future.” 
     “But I don’t actually guide these people,” Enin insisted. “I give them something to think about and send them on their way. The choices they make are up to them, and thus I don’t interfere. I also don’t make good magic casters stronger or evil ones weaker. I treat everyone equal.”
     “You made me stronger; considerably stronger in fact. My power as a magic caster has grown significantly since I have joined you.”
     “That is true, and for that we can actually thank Tabris.”
     Holli cast a doubtful eye at the wizard. “And why is that?”
     “Tabris was neutral, then she turned to evil. That opened the way for me to make you stronger and yet maintain the balance. And that is exactly what I’m talking about. Tabris’ actions allowed me the opportunity to make you stronger as a force of good just as my actions might allow Baannat an opportunity to act in a terrible way.”
     “You were determined to increase my power before you learned of Tabris’ choice,” Holli noted. “You made that a stipulation of my being your guard and that occurred before Tabris joined with Sazar.”
     “Yes, I did, but there was a reason for that as well. At that time, I was still slightly stronger then Baannat and could afford to work with you. If I tipped the balance slightly, it would not have been enough to affect the total balance because it was already in my favor. However when Tabris turned, it opened the door very wide. Even though I have been able to enhance your powers far beyond what I originally planned, Baannat was still unable to gain strength because evil was strengthened through Tabris’ choice. In fact, Baannat actually lost strength compared to me. That in itself should illustrate why I must be careful in what I do.”
     “This is all very confusing to me,” Holli admitted. “You’re trying to tell me you can’t act in some ways because it will allow Baannat to counteract what you do. If you overreach, you will make Baannat stronger.”
     “That is precisely what I mean.”
     Holli remained doubtful and made such sentiments clear. “I will have to think on this.”
#
     Sazar had sent Chal to listen to one of the human messengers. When the serp heard the offer of surrender, he commanded Chal to change certain provisions. He would not meet the mayor at the border of the city, but rather several roadways deeper just north of the city center. In order to guarantee his safety, he would have his shags and spiders move from their current positions to the very edge of the city limits. That way, if anything happened to him, his followers would be in position to exact retribution. His hook hawks would remain overhead, but would stay at high altitudes, and his massive goblin horde would not move one step closer to the city. The mayor could either accept these changes, or expect the entire horde to enter the city within moments. Sazar knew the answer before another human messenger returned with the acceptance of Sazar’s demands.
     The serp now stood in front of Mayor Flisher listening to her chatter on about women and children within the center of the city. The useless sentiments bored Sazar, but he appeared to be interested in order to carry out the final stages of his plan. He nodded here and there, raised an eyebrow and did his best to appear considerate.
     During the meeting, the sky became much brighter and the sun appeared to fight for dominance through the cloud filled sky. The snow storm quietly diminished into a small flurry and though the ground was fully covered, the depth of the snow lacked any true significance. The light wind that made the earlier snowflakes dance had since died completely away, and the air was silent and still. Everything appeared peaceful and calm, covered by a thin blanket of white, everything of course but the dark horde that encircled the city.
     “I would also like to send our cavalry out of the city and past your goblins unmolested,” the mayor remarked. “I will order them out of the area completely. They will not attack your followers. Instead they will leave through the south and then turn east and head out into the plains.”
     This was the first thing the woman said that actually sparked an ounce of interest in the serp. His head nodded back and forth for a moment as he made certain considerations of his own.
     “Granted,” Sazar allowed. “Send word to them immediately. They must leave now without delay.”
     Captain Tevor could not remain silent. “May I have a moment with you mayor, before you agree on this?”
     The mayor looked to Sazar for his approval and when the serp nodded to her, she moved back several steps to confer with the guard captain.
     “Why would you send our elite forces out of the city?” he demanded with a tone he tried to keep respectful. “You are leaving us defenseless.”
     “We are already defenseless against these goblins. Look, I’m actually doing this based on your recommendations. You said if we were going to fight, you would have sent the cavalry out in an attempt to escape, so I’m just following your plan.”
     “That was if we were going to fight,” Tevor corrected, “not surrender. Many of the men you expect to leave have families here. They will not wish to go.”
     “I appreciate that, and for the sake of their families you have to order them to go,” Mayor Flisher stated in an almost pleading fashion. “We have one chance to get out of this and that’s to give the serp what he wants and hope he leaves us alone. If he doesn’t, we are going to need help. If your cavalry can get to Fort Nebran without casualties, they can warn the forces there of what we are facing. Perhaps they can come to our aid and the cavalry can return in full force. What other choice do we have?”
     Realizing that with dozens of shags and nearly twice as many bloat spiders already at the city borders, there were no choices left for them, the captain agreed. 
     “Give the order right away,” the mayor demanded. “I want to get them out before he changes his mind.”
     While the mayor and Captain Tevor discussed their options, Chal could not restrain his own curiosity. 
     “Why would you allow the human forces to leave?” the goblin asked of Sazar.
     “Very simple,” Sazar said in a tone that almost hummed with satisfaction. “I wish to conquer and control this city, not destroy it. This cavalry she speaks of is the most dangerous contingent of humans I face. If I remove them from the area without violence, I reduce casualties on both sides. I also diminish their forces without diminishing my own. Finally, with less of their militia within the confines of the city, there will be less insurrection among these humans. They will be much more willing to follow my orders.”
     The mayor returned to the serp before he could say more.
     “I have instructed Captain Tevor to give the order to the cavalry. They are already mounted so they will be leaving in moments. Please instruct your forces to let them pass peacefully.”
     “I shall do so now.”
     The serp did not move. He sent a command to all his forces not to interfere with the human contingent on horseback. He also sent another command, one to his bloat spiders. With this complete, he turned his attention back to the human leader of the city that was assuredly now under his control.
     “What else is it you would like to propose?” the serp asked.
     “Will you not send a message to your forces regarding our cavalry?” the mayor demanded with an alarmed expression.
     “I have already done so,” Sazar responded as he raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps all of you here should understand that I do not need to move from this spot to command my entire army. I do not need to speak to communicate my desires. If you doubt this, then all you have to do is listen. You will hear no clamor to the south, no screams, no sounds of battle. Your cavalry is moving right now as we speak out of the city. I see what my forces see and so I know it is true.”
     Both the captain and the mayor eyed the serp with suspicion but then turned an ear to the south. Indeed, they heard nothing that would indicate any disturbance. They allowed long moments to pass and still all remained quiet.
     “I will ask again,” Sazar interrupted them, “what else would you like to propose?”
     The mayor appeared momentarily flustered but quickly regained her composure.
     “I would ask that you leave the citizens within the city center alone. They are civilians.”
     “They are humans, I will do with them what I will.”
     This answer stunned Mayor Flisher even further. At first she didn’t know what to say. Eventually, she hoped to make another plea toward mercy.
     “You asked what my proposals were. I will turn over whatever supplies you require without resistance. I will restrain the citizens and the armed forces to the center of the city so that you may take what you want without harassment. I will have supply carts gathered for you and allow you as much time as needed to load them with whatever you want. Take what you will, but leave the citizens unharmed.”
     The serp stared into the mayor’s eyes and almost laughed. 
     “I will take the city itself,” the serp stated gleefully. “You think I am here simply to raid your supplies and be on my way. I have some very unhappy news for you. I am here to stay. That was my intention from the beginning.”
     “But what would you want with our city?” the mayor asked frantically.
     “Everything. The structures of this place shall house my minions, your supplies will feed them and arm them. The people of this place shall serve them. This place will become the first human city to fall under my rule.”
     “You can’t be serious!” the mayor cried. 
     Captain Tevor said nothing. He considered all that had happened in the past few moments and realized that if the serp wanted the city, there was very little he could do to delay him, let alone stop him.
     “In fact, it is truly already mine,” Sazar stated with confidence. “I want you to see something. Walk with me now.”
     Sazar turned about and headed north back to the outskirts of the city. After passing a few alleys and side roads, he could see one of his bloat spiders apparently dangling in the air suspended over the main road that led out of this section of town and into the northern plains. As they walked closer, it became apparent that the swollen body of the spider was actually clinging to an enormous web that stretched across the street from one end to the other. The few remaining snow flakes that drifted out of the sky stuck to the web strands, making them appear thicker and of uneven size. 
     The mayor and Captain Tevor stared at the hideous creature in the center of the web. Its dark brown body was heavy and very round with small patches of thick hair protruding from different areas. Its six legs were narrow and seemed inadequate in strength to hold the disproportionately sized body. At its mouth waited the tips of two small fangs that protruded out of protective sacks. 
     “A bloat spider can make a web of this size in a very short amount of time. This one started the moment you gave your order to the cavalry to leave. Others have since begun making similar webs all around your city. At this point, they are close to successfully blocking nearly every road exiting the city. You could not escape if you wanted to. I know which areas remain unblocked and I have ordered my shags to guard them. My goblins will now use these to enter the city.”
     Sazar then gave a mental command to the enormous shag that served as his body guard. The monster dashed out of a dark alley and quickly took hold of the bewildered mayor. As the monster ran toward the web, she froze in terror in the grip of the shag.
     “Captain,” Sazar commanded, “do not do anything rash. For the sake of your men that are waiting at the city center, you need to be alive to ensure their survival.”
     Captain Tevor was forced to watch as the shag threw mayor Flisher into the web very near the face of the bloat spider. The creature’s two front legs pulled the mayor closer toward it as the remaining four limbs clung to the web to keep it supported. The spider wasted no poison on its victim for it was too hungry. The fangs pierced the mayor at her left side just above her waist and the arachnid began to feed immediately. 
     Without poison to numb her, the mayor felt everything and her screams could be heard far into the distance. She flailed with the one arm that had not been caught in the unbreakable grip of the spider’s web, but it only made dull thuds against the creature’s thick hide. After agonizing moments that seemed more like an eternity, her screams died down to whispered cries and then silence.
     Sazar looked to Tevor and spoke without glee, without satisfaction, but with a tone of unheralded seriousness.
     “Captain, I’m allowing you to live because of all the people in this city, I believe you will understand the situation the best. You would have preferred to fight than to surrender, even if it meant death. Death in the clutches of a bloat spider, however, is not quite the same as death in battle. The truth of the matter is that I now control your city and battle is no longer an option. 
     “Your elite fighters are now gone. Access to the city is under my complete power. The spiders have restricted access and shags now control the streets. My hook hawks and razor crows provide surveillance and can strike at any point in the city. The full complement of my goblin horde is now entering the city through the only clear passages my spiders have allowed. They now take cover in your very structures.
     “I am aware you have foot soldiers that were moved from outer entrenchments into the center of the city to protect the civilian population. They are truly insufficient in force. There is no way they could possibly break out of the city to escape, thus they are stuck where they are. The interior of your city has suffered the most damage from the dwarves and it is not truly a defensible position. Put simply, I would not even have to attack the remnants of your militia. I could cut off the supplies, pick off your inhabitants from a distance with goblin crossbow fire, send in my hawks, or simply burn the interior of the city to the ground. I’m telling you this so you understand the situation.”
     “I understand it fine,” the captain growled with hate.
     “Actually, you don’t,” Sazar corrected him. “I am aware that humans cling to hope, even when hope is small. The hope I give you is this; I will allow the people of this city to return to their normal activities, at least for the most part. The farmers will return to their farms to grow food, miners will return to the hills to mine metals, and your artisans will be set to do the work they are trained to do. The only difference is that they are now doing their work for me. 
     “Your city suffered a great loss in numbers from the dwarf attack. That much is obvious. With a reduced population, your farms around the city provide a great surplus of food. The people of this town will continue to be fed. The surplus, however, will belong to me and my army. What the miners take from the ground will be used to make armor and weapons, and again, they will belong to me. Those humans that do not farm or do not mine will be required to work toward making weapons, supply carts, armor, or anything else I need. 
     “Do not mistake my offer as a chance for escape. The goblins will patrol the farms, the shags the hills, and my flying minions will remain in the skies over and around the city. Anyone that is caught trying to escape will be thrown to the bloat spiders. Anyone unwilling to work will be thrown to the bloat spiders. Anyone trying to disrupt my supplies will be thrown to the bloat spiders. If anyone disobeys any of my rules, they will be… well, you get the idea now, don’t you?
     “You can look at it that I am taking everything from you, or you can look at it as I’m giving you a chance to live. You will wake, work, eat, and sleep, and yes it will be toward my benefit, but you will live. As long as you live there is hope that one day you might be freed. I suggest you take the proper perspective.”



Chapter 17

     Sazar eyed the human before him with a great deal of puzzlement. Normally, the serp gained a keen insight simply by looking at a person. He could judge their character, their honesty or lack thereof, and their personality within the first few moments, and he would usually be fairly accurate in his assessment. He already knew a bit about this man, however, and what he knew didn’t fit with what he saw. 
     He knew that Edward Consprite gained the favor of a powerful vampire. He also knew that at one time this man was the mayor of the city the serp now occupied. This should indicate the human had guile, savvy, as well as strong leadership qualities. Further, Consprite’s association with the vampire would have made Sazar bet most of his goblin army that the man was gifted with a great deal of charisma; that Consprite would have filled any room he entered with a great presence of personality. Sazar would have lost that bet.
     Consprite had made his appearance known by simply walking out into the open. He had moved directly to a goblin in the streets as if walking up to a town guard to ask for directions. This particular goblin was under orders to assess the human occupation of an undamaged dwelling close to the city’s western border. The ex-mayor stepped in front of the diminutive monster and grumbled that he was Edward Consprite and wanted to see Sazar. The goblin almost made the dreadful mistake of plunging a short sword into the man’s belly. That would have certainly caused unnecessary conflict with Janindise. Luckily, however, Sazar caught the exchange in his mind and commanded the goblin to send the human forward before any damage was done.
     Consprite had walked through the streets with a determined pace, but his legs appeared stiff and his feet shuffled across the ground. With clothes that appeared far too large for his frame and a slouch in his shoulders, he appeared more of a transient hobo than a man that once held the position of leadership in the city. And though his appearance would seem to indicate a severe lack of self-confidence, in absolute opposition to this, he walked by shags and packs of goblins with utter disregard. 
     Sazar had kept an active mental link to the minions that watched Consprite pass through the streets. The images he captured contrasted greatly with what he anticipated. When Consprite had reached his final destination, a large merchant’s home that the serp now called home, he saw the man enter without fanfare or grace, but with all the dignity of a pauper entering a soup kitchen. Sazar could not fathom how this man gained the favor of a vampire, and with Consprite now standing right before him, the concept was even more bizarre. 
     Consprite appeared more of an empty shell than a vibrant living being. The skin around his eyes and cheeks hung heavy with many wrinkles as it did around his neck and hands. This loose skin along with a gray pallor made the human look like a man that had been lost at sea for days on end. What was left of his hair hung long and loose about his head as if long ago he decided not to bother cutting or combing it. 
     Truly, this was not what Sazar expected, and the serp gained another surprise when he looked in the man’s eyes. He did not see the bubbling spark of life there, or charisma of any type. This was not a man that could hypnotize you with his eyes and thus didn’t worry about the rest of his appearance. What Sazar saw in the eyes of this man was a single-minded focus, a disregard for everything else that went on around him. Consprite was here to talk to Sazar and everything else was simply irrelevant. Sazar acknowledged the man before him with caution as well as curiosity.
     “Good day, Mr. Consprite. As you must already know, I am Sazar. As I am also sure you already know I have met your friend. She told me you have the idea that you might be of some assistance to me. I must be brutally honest, I’m not quite sure of what someone like you can do for me.”
     “What I can do for you all depends on what you want,” Consprite spewed his words with gruffness. 
     “What I want I am well on my way to achieving. The city is mine.”
     “Yes, it seems to be,” Consprite replied with almost a tone of sarcasm. “You have them surrounded, you have taken the outer limits, but you have not yet moved into the inner portions of the city. Why not?”
     Sazar seemed a bit taken aback by Consprite’s question. First, when the ex-mayor spoke of ‘them’, he clearly differentiated himself from the rest of the citizens of Connel. Second, he appeared to be questioning Sazar almost as if the serp was a subordinate. That, the serp did not like.
     “Are you in some rush?” Sazar asked.
     “How long it takes is irrelevant to me, but when you say the city is yours, you need to be a bit more specific. You said you weren’t sure what I could do for you. I am quite sure I can offer you something. The problem is I don’t know what you really want. I know the people of this city. I know how they will react.”
     “Then you know if I simply rush my army into the center of the city, it will only create panic. I’m not looking to do that, panic is messy, and it lacks control.”
     Consprite squinted at the serp, mumbled something incoherently and then began to pace around the room.
     “So you don’t want to just kill them all,” Consprite said as he continued to move about. “If you did, you wouldn’t care how messy it was. Actually, I’m guessing the goblins you have at your beck and call would enjoy it more if it was very messy.”
     “That’s very perceptive of you,” the serp hummed.
     “And don’t bother trying to compliment me. I really don’t care what you think of me.”
     “Is that so? It is you that came to me,” the serp pointed out. “You are the one that said you can help me. If I don’t think highly of you, why would I trust you to help me?”
     “Because I know I can help you,” Consprite replied brusquely. “It’s just a matter of figuring out how. If you did want to kill everyone here, I’m sure you can handle that on your own, but if you want to know where they keep their most valuable supplies, wouldn’t it be easier if I simply told you rather than have your goblins waste time searching for it?”
     “Yes I suppose it would.”
     “Is that what you want? Do you want to claim this town’s most valuable possessions?”
     “That is certainly part of it,” Sazar confirmed, “and perhaps you can help me with that. There is, however, more to it than simply taking the material items of value.”
     “What else are you looking for?”
     Sazar saw no true danger in making it very clear what he wanted, and so he spoke without hesitation.
     “I am going to take everything this city has to offer me, both substantial and insubstantial. I will not be leaving it in the foreseeable future. It will become the center of my operations as I focus on growing my army. When my forces become stronger, which they certainly will, I will begin to move eastward. I do not limit my ambitions to the borders of Connel.”
     “I see, and what do you plan to do with the humans that live here now?”
     “I plan to have them serve me. They will grow my food, mine my metals, and fashion my weapons.”
     “If they resist?” Consprite asked but showed no true concern.
     “They will die most unpleasantly. I have already made an example of one of them, their mayor, a human named Flisher. Do you know of her?”
     “I do,” Consprite grunted. “She’s dead?”
     “Most painfully, I assure you.”
     In truth, Consprite hated Flisher, though there were others he hated more. Still, he wondered aloud if it was such a good idea to remove her so quickly. “If you plan to keep the inhabitants of the city under your control was it such a good idea to kill their leader? She wasn’t a real threat to you and she could have been used to keep order.”
     “I did not like her,” Sazar admitted. “While she appeared to understand the situation, I don’t think she would have effectively conveyed the seriousness of the situation to her followers. By dying as she did, she served my purposes much more efficiently.”
     “So who’s going to keep the people in line now that she’s gone?”
     “Are you volunteering?” Sazar asked with an almost challenging tone.
     “Absolutely not,” Consprite replied resolutely. “While I still believe I can help you, I’m sure it wouldn’t be in that way. These people mean nothing to me any more and they know it. They wouldn’t listen to me any more than they would listen to one of your goblins.”
     “Very good,” the serp nodded. “At the very least, I can see you have a grasp of the situation and do not waste my time in making promises you obviously couldn’t keep. As it stands, I have someone that I will use to keep the people in line, as you put it. I already have utilized your Captain Tevor to carry my message to the humans. He will be much more convincing when he explains to them what they face and what they must do. He will also keep his men in check, at least for a while until he realizes there really is no hope left for them. Then I will probably have to throw him to the bloat spiders as well. By then, I will have taken full control of the city and it will no longer matter.”
     It was Sazar’s turn to pace across the floor, and as he did his tail swayed back and forth with his own thoughts. He considered what he just learned of Consprite. Here was a human that did not like the people of Connel, and they probably shared no love for him. Consprite developed a close relationship with a vampire and showed no reservations in dealing with shags, goblins, or even a serp. In every way, this human appeared to be acting in a very non-human way. This consideration brought to mind one of Sazar’s more immediate problems.
     While Sazar needed Captain Tevor to keep the humans in check, at least for the immediate future, he also needed someone to help him in another area. For Captain Tevor to remain useful to Sazar he needed to be respected and, even more so, trusted by the humans that the serp wished to control. This other role that Sazar required necessitated characteristics of just the opposite. Sazar believed that Consprite offered him exactly what he needed, and he offered up his considerations freely in order to judge if his estimation was correct.
     “Actually, Edward Consprite, there is something that you might be able to do for me. I have one problem that I am somewhat concerned about. You see, some of the people of this town must be—oh how shall I put it—perhaps sacrificed is the proper word. I made an agreement with a sorceress in the Lacobian Desert. My part of the agreement requires that I supply her with subjects so that she may test her spells. I clearly plan to send some of these humans to her, but I have not yet figured out the best way to do this. I wish to maintain control here, and I want the humans to believe that they will ultimately be allowed to live even if it is under my rule. As long as they believe the life I offer them is better than being thrown to a bloat spider, I believe they will remain useful to me. If, however, they realize that many of them will be sent to their deaths at the hands of an experimenting sorceress, they might get other ideas. They might actually rebel, and that is my problem.”
     “So you need to select humans that you can send out into the desert without alarming the entire population?” Consprite asked with little regard to the implications of such a dilemma.
     “You understand very well,” Sazar said.
     “That is a problem I can solve for you without hesitation,” Consprite answered with almost a note of glee in his voice. “I know exactly where to get your first group of subjects, and the rest of this town will not care one bit. They may even be pleased to see them go.”
     “Really?”
     “There is a Church of Godson in this city,” Consprite now noted with more disgust than cheer. “I suggest you start with them.”
     The serp showed a sign of amazement at such a suggestion.
     “You think I should base the selection of people on some religious segmentation? Do you really think that is wise? I like to believe I understand humans, at least to a degree. Their beliefs in religious matters tend to stir some rather interesting passions. To me, that seems very dangerous.” 
     “Don’t kid yourself. This is not some established, respected church. They are nothing but a bunch of loons. They will not be missed. And it certainly will not stir any kind of concern in the rest of the people here.”
     “I would imagine the Church of Godson might have gained new respect,” Sazar wondered aloud. “After all, their beliefs contain such creatures as goblins, and shags, and even serps. Now that the people face such creatures in reality, I would have guessed that more humans might have sought out this church.”
     “Oh yes, they have grown in number,” Consprite admitted, “but not so drastically that they outnumber those that mistrust them. Many in this city even blame them. Not many here are happy with what has happened since the sphere was destroyed. I’m sure that now you’re here, they’re even more unhappy. But the followers of that church, they were ready to accept all of this before it even happened. A lot of people think they even welcomed it. How do you think people that are surrounded by goblins are going to feel about a church that welcomed the return of dark creatures?”
     “You have a point. Still, I believe care is required. I don’t want it made known exactly what is going on. I would like to see these people removed from the city without alarming the rest of the population.”
     “That’s the beauty of it,” Consprite said. “They keep to themselves as it is. All you have to do is go to their church and you can probably find several dozen there right now. Keep them isolated and send them out to the desert in small groups. No one else has to know or will even care what’s going on.”
     Sazar placed a finger to his chin and tapped a long nail against his cheek and began to pace once more. 
     “It’s certainly an easy way to start,” Sazar hummed to himself. “The first few days will pose the most challenges in maintaining control. I doubt Tabris will be patient enough to give me more time. No, I have to prove to her that I will maintain my part of the bargain, so I must begin sending her something immediately.”
     Sazar turned about and faced Consprite directly. “Ahhh well, it seems the best alternative I have. I stand corrected; you have proved to be of assistance to me. I also wish to make further use of you. I will send you to this Church of Godson with a small party of goblins and two shags. You will see to it that a number of humans, let us say ten to begin with, are removed from this church and sent to the western outskirts of the city. I will instruct my goblins to transport the humans from there to the desert.”
     “I have no problem with that.”
     “That might be, but I’m not quite finished just yet. If I’m going to fully trust you with this endeavor, however, there are things I must know about you.”
     “Such as?”
     “How is it that you have fallen under the protection of this vampire, Janindise?” Sazar asked.
     “I have no problem telling you that, either. No problem at all. I was the mayor of this city when the sphere of Ingar freed itself from Sanctum. I learned a great deal about things at that time. I learned there is power far greater than political power, that being mayor of a city really meant nothing—as Ms. Flisher apparently found out. The magic the sphere contained was power, but only if you have the skill to use it. Unfortunately, I do not have such a skill.”
     “Does this story have a point, and if so, will it answer my question?” the serp interrupted.
     “Fine, you want the short version. There was a delver named Ryson Acumen that was hired to find out about the sphere. I had this delver followed. My first tracker died, but I never give up easily. After an encounter with this delver right here in Connel, things spiraled downhill quickly. I was removed as mayor. I decided to hire additional trackers to pick up the trail of Acumen to find out every place he had traveled. With nothing else to do, I followed along, learning as much as I could. During these travels, we happened upon Janindise. She would not attack us, so I was able to speak with her. She asked what brought me to her, and I told her the truth, that I had been retracing the steps of Ryson Acumen. It seems she hates the delver as much as I do. In this, we found common ground, and I make no effort to hide that fact. I was out of money and unable to convince the trackers to work with a vampire that could only move at night. The trackers left me. I, however, understood that Janindise could be a great asset. I stayed with her, even convinced her to return with me to Connel.”
     “And why does Janindise hate this delver?” the serp inquired.
     “That is her business, and I do not speak of it. One of the reasons she graces me with her companionship is that I respect her wishes. She has no problem with me revealing our mutual hate for Ryson Acumen, but she has made it clear she does not like to speak of her experience with the delver.”
     “I see. I do have one last question before you leave. Why do you wish to be of assistance to me in the first place?” 
     “When you cut me off before, I tried to tell you I have a new understanding of power. I see such power in you. I do not fear you because Janindise protects me. When I prove my worth to you, I will gain yet another ally. Power is in the friends you keep, even if you might not be able to trust them.”  
#
     The mood in the Church of Godson did not quite match that of the rest of the human population in Connel. Certainly, there was fear and anxiety over the encroaching goblin horde, but not to the same extent as from those that hid in dark basements or empty alleys. On the faces of the followers that sat in the unassuming church, there hung a simple acceptance, as if these people almost expected what was happening on this terrible day.
     If this were any other place within the city limits when Edward Consprite walked through the large doors accompanied by two large shags and followed by a half dozen goblins, panic would have exploded throughout everyone present. In this church, however, the followers simply remained silent and began to pray silently.
     The spiritual leader of the church, Reader Matthew made no attempt to calm the other followers of Godson. There was no need. Instead, he simply took a deep breath, and with the help of two canes, hopped up to the ex-mayor with grudging acceptance of who was before him. It didn’t take long for Matthew to recognize Consprite. Though the ex-mayor was thinner and older in appearance, Matthew could always recognize the deep seated hate that languished in the eyes of this man.
     “Hello Matthew,” Consprite said with obvious contempt to the Church of Godson’s leader. “I can see by the look in your eyes you remember me, even though my appearance has changed somewhat. That’s good.”
     Reader Matthew simply nodded as he eyed the ex-mayor and the two large shags that stood on either side of him. The stench of the two monsters began to fill the room and in order to keep from gagging, the reader was forced to take short shallow breaths through his mouth.
     Consprite looked over Reader Matthew and regarded the stump that took the place of his left leg. “I’m going to guess that occurred during the dwarf attack. Am I correct?”
     Reader Matthew bit down any anger and answered with an even tone.
     “Yes, I lost my leg to a dwarf ax. I still manage to get around.”
     “Yes, with two canes and a good deal of hopping. It must get rather tiring.”
     “I manage. Now, if you don’t mind, the people here are very alarmed with what’s going on. The presence of these two shags is adding to that concern. May I ask what you want here?”
     Consprite looked over the rows of benches that were half full with silent followers of Godson. 
     “They don’t look alarmed.”
     “Would you prefer they ran screaming out any exit they could find?”
     “All exits are blocked on the outside,” Consprite remarked with a smirk.
     “How comforting.”
     “Still I am curious,” Consprite admitted. “I would have expected much more concern among your followers considering what’s going on outside. You have heard of what’s going on, haven’t you?”
     “We are well aware of the situation,” Matthew replied, but his calm demeanor made it seem as if nothing of any great importance was going on outside the walls of his church.
     Consprite continued to find the reader’s reaction most perplexing, even slightly annoying.
     “And here I am with two shags at my side and you walk right up to me as if I’m an invited guest. You don’t think that’s surprising?”
     “As I said before, what would you have me do?”
     “I would have you explain to me what’s going on here before I decide to have these shags start tearing your church apart.” Consprite warned.
     Reader Matthew looked over his shoulders to those that remained seated but now appeared a bit more anxious over the shags in their midst. He nodded his head and turned his attention back to the ex-mayor.
     “This is from the Book of Godson,” the reader offered, and he began to quote text from the book that represented his faith. “‘And the dark ring will come to the last plain city, diminished but not destroyed. In the whiteness of night, that which was silent shall be heard. Not an arrow shall fly, not a blade broken and still the city shall fall.’”
     Reader Matthew paused as he raised his eyebrows toward the ex-mayor. Consprite did not reply, other than a shrug, and Mathew explained further.
     “That may sound confusing to you, but we knew what those words meant before this serp of yours even came to this land. ‘The last plain city’ is Connel, the final city of the farmland plains before the Colad Mountains. ‘Diminished but not destroyed’—certainly the dwarves put great damage to the city, but we were not quite destroyed. ‘The whiteness of night’, I’m sure that sounds very confusing until you think of the snow that fell last night. And for the last part, the goblins were silent, but then they shrieked when they wanted us to see them. Connel has fallen into the serp’s hands and yet there was no true battle. This prophesy was explained clearly to us many seasons ago, by a special person who is no longer with us. He understood the prophesies clearly and he told us what they meant before the sphere ever broke free from Sanctum Mountain. You see, we knew this would all happen long before this day ever came.”
     “So you think that because your book of fairy tales told you the goblins would take the city that this would somehow save you?” Consprite questioned with more than a hint of sarcasm.
     “Save us? No, only Godson can save us, but that’s not what you asked. You wanted to know why we could appear so calm in the face of such danger. We are not happy about what is going on, but we realize it’s all part of Godson’s plan. Giving in to panic would not help us, only faith can help us.”
     “I’m happy to hear that,” Consprite laughed. “I didn’t want to ruin any false hopes. The truth of the matter is that you are anything but saved. You wanted to know why I was here. I am here for a good long time, and no one is leaving this place until I send them away. You see, the serp that now rules Connel is in need of some humans. It seems he made a deal with a sorceress out in the desert. This sorceress wishes to practice her newfound craft, but there really isn’t anything out in the desert other than some scorpions. She needs something a bit bigger. Knowing you as well as I do, I felt you and your followers would be perfect for the task. The serp asked me to select ten of your followers and send them to the Lacobian so they might assist the sorceress in her practice. What do you think about that?”
     Reader Matthew adjusted his stance so he could hold both canes in his left hand while he kept his weight balanced on his remaining leg. He pulled a worn book from his pocket and he began to read.
     “‘A snake will walk out of the sand but to the hot wind he pays his mind. Those of faith must retrace the path to appease a witch’s bargain.’” Upon completing that passage, Matthew looked back to the former mayor. “Would you like to read that yourself? It’s right here.”
     Matthew opened the book wider and held it out for Consprite to see. The ex-mayor slapped it out of his hand, but Matthew simply watched it fly to the floor and did nothing more.
     “That’s not a problem,” Matthew revealed. “I have the book memorized by now. What’s important is that you understand that none of this will weaken our faith.”
     “Is that so?” Consprite growled. “Well, since you’re so prepared for this, I will give you the honor of selecting the first ten. You will go back to your followers and pick out six men and four women, make one a child, I don’t care which, and these ten will be sent to the Lacobian.”
     Matthew stiffened his back and looked defiantly into Consprite’s eyes. “I will not. You can order these beasts to rip my arms off, and then my remaining leg. You can throw me to the bloat spiders I’ve heard encase this city. I will not do what you ask. You can threaten me with anything, but I will not do your dirty work for you.”
     In a moment of pure defiance, Reader Matthew held out his right arm to the largest of the two shags and waited for Consprite to give whatever order came to his depraved mind.
     Consprite, however, showed his depravity went much further then Matthew would have considered. He turned to the large shag and gave his order. 
     “Take him,” Consprite then yelled to one of the goblins behind him, “but he is not one of the ten. He will go to the Lacobian with the ten and all that follow. He is to watch as every member of his church is turned over to the will of the sorceress. You are to make sure that message is given to her. He is not to die until the last of this church’s followers are exhausted. Then hopefully she will test a particularly painful spell on him.”
     Consprite then looked into the eyes of Matthew as he hung in the tight clutches of the shag. “I will pick the ten and then ten after that. I will review the logs of this church and make sure that every member of your church is located no matter where they are hiding. I will send them all and you will watch them die.”
     Reader Matthew threw no curse at the ex-mayor. He simply asked a question.
     “Don’t you want to hear how this is all going to turn out? Aren’t you interested in what’s going to happen to this city? Let me give you one last quote. ‘An enemy past, a friend in the future, a debt repaid in full. Cities linked, one below saved by the light of speed, one above rescued by what moves in shrouded passage.’ I know what that means, but I have no desire to tell you. May Godson have mercy on your soul.”
     “No one is going to have mercy on yours,” Consprite retorted. “And I couldn't care less what’s in your book of fairy tales. Get him out of here.”
#
     Up in the dark rafters of Connel’s Church of Godson, a silent Lief Woodson watched with an anger growing within him. His fury boiled until he felt the rage running further up in his throat, but he managed to remain quiet. At one point, he took an arrow from his quiver and readied his bow to fire at Consprite’s heart. Unfortunately, he also knew a very real truth, and so he never took the shot. 
     Even if he killed Consprite at this very moment, he would only gain the people of this church a momentary reprieve. He could not defeat the whole goblin army or get these people past the shags and bloat spiders that surrounded the city. Sazar remained beyond his reach, always protected by hook hawks and other dark creatures. Killing Consprite would not free Connel, and thus the people of this church would still end up being sent to Tabris. 
     He returned the arrow to his quiver and cursed silently. If he was going to truly save these people, he needed help.



Chapter 18

     Sy considered what he heard so far from the elf. The news was grim, but not completely unexpected. The captain of Burbon’s guard knew something of significance had transpired to the east, and he made it clear that the report the elf gave him was not truly a surprise.
     “I’ve had reports come in from all different sources over the past day and a half,” Sy confirmed. “I’ve heard from scouts and merchants traveling the roads. It’s been pretty clear Connel was the target of something big. None of the news was good, and most of it came from fairly reliable sources. It’s getting rather common to hear about strange events and strange creatures, especially from those that travel this far out. When reports start to pile up, though, you know it’s time to worry. I was just about to call for Ryson and ask him to go scout the farmlands to the west of Connel when I was sent word you were at the gate.”
     Lief Woodson waved aside any need for such an endeavor. “I can tell you anything you need to know. I have been tracking the goblin movements for some time. I was hoping they would lead me to Sazar. Unfortunately, I never was able to pinpoint the serp, though I am absolutely sure he is in control and currently in the city.”
     “From what you’ve told me, I would have to agree.” Sy shook his head in disgust. “I knew this serp was going to be a problem the first time I saw him. I just didn’t dream he could cause this much trouble.”
     “Indeed, he is now a great danger. His army is large and well coordinated. They moved through the forest with a single purpose, and yet they never formed into one large unit until they hit the hills outside of Dark Spruce. When they came together, they moved with care and avoided detection until they were ready to attack. They took over the city without resistance. ”
     “The fact they took the city without having to fight isn’t really a great surprise to me, either,” Sy said. “Connel was pretty much devastated by the dwarves. I know they were focusing on rebuilding their army ever since the dwarf attack. They seemed to be moving fairly well along to that end, but there’s no way they could have trained enough soldiers in this short time to really form an effective brigade. From my reports, the only unit of any true experience that was not decimated by the dwarves was their cavalry.”
     “Their cavalry left the city under the banner of surrender. They were allowed to leave without casualties. They moved out of the city from the south and then turned due east. They rode out well beyond the farmlands, beyond my sight.”
     Sy raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
     The conversation was interrupted as three individuals quickly entered Sy’s command post. Lief Woodson had asked for Ryson and the wizard Enin, but he was more than somewhat surprised to see Holli. The sight of her opened up a painful wound.
     “So here is where you’ve decided to live out your exile?” Lief asked of the elf guard.
     “It seemed reasonable,” Holli replied simply.
     “An elf guard living among humans? Even if it is a human town you have previously helped protect, even if there are those here that you can call friend, it seems very wrong. You were trained to protect the elves of the forest.”
     “Now I am training in a different way. While I do feel I help protect the people of this town, my true duty is to the wizard.”
     Lief eyed Enin, but Sy cut off the conversation. 
     “Lief asked that I bring you here,” the captain stated with authority. “He has some rather bad news. We were all wondering what Sazar would do when he teamed up with the sorceress, well now we know. An exceptionally large force of goblins reinforced with shags, hook hawks, and razor crows has taken Connel.”
     “Connel was attacked?” Ryson blurted out in obvious concern.
     “Attacked is not the appropriate word,” Sy responded quickly. “From what I have heard, the goblins encircled the city and forced a surrender. Every report I have, including from Lief who was in the city at the time, indicates that the people in Connel surrendered and there were very little casualties.”
     “This can’t be right,” Ryson argued. “How could he force Connel to surrender? He’s a lousy serp.”
     “A serp with the assistance of a powerful sorceress,” Sy reminded him. “Lief has reported to me the size of the goblin army was massive enough to completely surround the city. You know how big Connel is. Think of how many goblins it would take to encircle the whole city. Now add some shags for support and hook hawks for aerial assaults and it’s not unreasonable to believe that Connel surrendered, especially after the beating they took from the dwarves.”
     “But why Connel?” Ryson persisted, “And what’s he doing there now?”
     “As your captain stated,” Lief answered, “I have been in Connel. The serp appears to want to hold the city for his own gain. He has used the goblins not to kill the inhabitants but to control them. He has herded them into Connel’s center. Bloat spiders encircle the city at its very edges. They have spun vast webs to block access to the city. Those few roads that are clear are guarded carefully. I have heard his orders as they were delivered to the people that live there. They are to toil for the serp’s behalf. For the most part, they will be allowed to resume their daily lives, as long as what they do serves the better good of Sazar. Just call them slaves.”
     Ryson grew more enraged by the moment. “He’s just going to take over Connel and work the people to a slow death?”
     “I’m afraid for some death will come much quicker,” Lief continued with what he knew of Sazar’s plans. “While most will be allowed to live in order to benefit Sazar, the followers of Godson, they are another matter entirely. Sazar needs to send humans to Tabris so that she may test her spells upon them. I assume it is payment for the power she has granted him. The human that was mayor of Connel when we were dealing with Ingar’s sphere—the one named Consprite—he has somehow joined the ranks of Sazar. He has convinced the serp that this group of Godson followers would be the best to send to Tabris. Of this, I am sure. I heard it myself and saw them take the first prisoners from the church to be brought to the Lacobian Desert. This included their leader, the Reader Matthew. They left before I did and are therefore already on their way to Tabris. And when those followers are no more, you can bet he will send another group and another group, and on and on.”
     “We can’t let this happen!” Ryson demanded.
     “No, we can’t,” the elf answered bluntly. “That’s why I’m here. I could do nothing alone. In fact there is little that anyone could do except…”
     Lief turned to Enin. He was about to continue until he looked deeply at the expression on the wizard’s face. He then looked at Holli and his suspicion was confirmed.
     “You knew this!” Lief accused. “You knew Connel had fallen to Sazar.”
     “Yes, I did,” Enin admitted sadly.
     “And you did nothing to stop it?!”
     “No, it is not my place.”
     Lief’s eyes opened wide in shock. “I came here to gain your assistance. I thought once you knew of what was going on you would be more than willing to put an end to this. You have the power to wipe the city clean of Sazar’s filth.”
     “Power?” Enin questioned. “People say I have been blessed with power. That is only partially true. What I really have been blessed with is a true and complete understanding of that power. That is the true gift I have received. I understand what I can and can’t do; what I should and shouldn’t do. I understand the gift can be changed at any time or taken away completely. I always act within the boundaries of that understanding.”
     “What in the name of Godson does that mean?” Lief demanded.
     “It means I can’t interfere.”
     Rage filled the elf. “Interfere?! This is not interference. It is your responsibility, your duty! Fire upon your soul if you do nothing! You alone have the power to destroy this dark army and you would stand there and tell me you won’t because you think it would be interfering?!”
     Enin held to his position. “It would be.”
     At this point, even Ryson regarded Enin’s words with bewilderment. “Enin, this isn’t interference. Sazar attacked Connel. We can’t just stand here and do nothing about it. At some point, you have to accept that this serp can’t be allowed to get away with anything he wants. People, good people, are going to die. You can stop it.”
     “And when I do and free Connel, where does it end?” Enin asked. “Tomorrow I hear that goblins are raiding an outpost near the Colad Mountains, do I go there and destroy them or is an outpost too small to care about? The next day I find that river rogues are attacking a small elf camp, do I assist them or should I just worry about humans? The day after that I hear that razor crows are swarming over an algor desert community, do I wipe the air clear of them, or should I simply keep my attention on these surrounding lands?”
     He paused only for a moment to look around the room at the faces that revealed more surprise than understanding. He continued with his own concerns of the consequences to his actions.
     “And when I’m done providing my assistance to all those I deem worthy, what happens next? I have opened the door for every spell-caster in the land to do the same. The problem is that each spell caster may not be of like mind. Perhaps there are sorcerers out there that wish to help the dark creatures. Would that be just as acceptable?”
     “Help the dark creatures?” Lief asked in absolute disgust. “What are you talking about?”
     “I’m telling you there are consequences to my decisions, consequences you don’t understand.”
     “What I don’t understand is how you will allow an army of dark creatures to run free and cause great harm to others. You have the ability to save these people and yet you deny them that aid!”
     “I can’t tell you how much I feel for the people of Connel,” Enin replied with great empathy. “I wish I could help them, but I can not act solely on sympathy.”
     Sy stepped in between the elf and the wizard just as Lief was about to explode with anger. The captain, however, turned his attention to the wizard.
     “Enin, this isn’t just about Connel. What’s going on has put everyone here in danger. The elf is more right than probably even he understands. It’s not simply just a matter of saving the people of Connel. We also have to save ourselves. We face all kinds of threats, some of them direct, some of them indirect. I swore to protect the people of this town. Keeping them safe also means keeping them alive. No one is going to be left living here for long with Connel in Sazar’s hands.”
     “If Sazar is foolish enough to attack here, I will defend my home.” Enin stated simply. “If it comes to that, then it is not interfering. If I am brought into the conflict, then I am free to act. There is a difference, however, between defending and attacking.”
     Sy stood silent as if trying to comprehend what the wizard just said to him. He revealed that he could not.
     “I have to admit, I don’t understand your logic at all,” Sy stated firmly. “You’re not making any sense whatsoever, but that doesn’t even matter. If you’re telling me you can defend your home, then you better start thinking about doing it now. I was serious when I said we were in danger. I meant all of us, everyone in Burbon.”
     Holli presented a question of her own at this point. “You think Sazar would attack Burbon in greater numbers to offset the wizard’s power?”
     Sy looked at Holli only for a moment. He looked back at the wizard with a discerning eye. He spoke of Enin with brutal honesty.
     “I’m not even sure how to answer that right now. I’ve got the feeling Sazar could increase his numbers a hundredfold and he still wouldn’t be a true threat to Enin. Truth is, I wonder if anything could offset his power, if he’s willing to use it. But it seems like he’s unwilling unless he’s attacked directly. The problem is Sazar doesn’t have to attack us directly. He doesn’t have to come to Burbon’s walls, he can starve us out. We depend on Connel’s farms for food and supplies. With those cut off from us, we don’t have many options. I mean really, what can we do? How long can we last? Maybe we can start farming the surrounding fields and hope to protect them, but how long will that take? Maybe we can even hunt in Dark Spruce, but that’s going to be tough going during the dormant season. What then, Enin? Will you help us destroy Sazar’s army when we start to starve?”
     Enin said nothing.
     Sy simply turned away from the wizard. “Well, I’m not going to wait for an answer from you because I already know enough of what’s going on out there.” Sy then pointed to the map on his wall. “Even before the dormant season began, I’ve had my scouts go on long patrols. I’ve sent Ryson out dozens of times to cover areas throughout Dark Spruce and up to the Colad Mountains. Each time I ask them to report on the number of goblin raiding parties they come across. I’ve been keeping track of their movements and numbers for some time and the information is anything but encouraging news. Their numbers are swelling by leaps and bounds. I have no idea how they end up appearing in this land, but I know more come each day. Before today I thought they were broken up, splintered in hundreds, maybe thousands of small groups all over Dark Spruce, the Colad Mountains, and Godson knows where else. But now it seems like Sazar is bringing them together. He’s apparently brought enough together to take Connel, but the thing is, I don’t think he’s done yet. I think he’s only got a fraction of what’s out there.
     “Now, think for a moment what happens when all these goblin packs that are spread over the forest, the mountains, and maybe even the desert hear that a serp has taken a human town the size of Connel. You don’t think for a moment they’re not going to seize on this and head for Connel? How many will end up there? Would anyone have the time to count that high? And once they’re there, what do they do? They storm every surrounding farm and take everything they can lay their hands on. And what do we do?
     “The simple point is we are not in an enviable position any more. I don’t care how powerful Enin is. We now sit with Connel controlled by Sazar. He’s got Godson knows how many goblins and who knows what other creatures. Our supply lines are now in very grave danger. We have Pinesway abandoned, so no help there. Dark Spruce is right on our doorstep, past that to the Northwest is the Colad Mountains and more dangerous creatures. To the southwest is the Lacobian Desert and I don’t even want to think what might be waiting for us out there. Yes, we had it good for a while thinking that none of these creatures would dare anger our good wizard, but those days ended when Sazar took Connel.”  
     Sy paused then turned to the delver. “Ryson you told me about what you saw at Pinesway, when that sword of yours gave you a vision of what Sazar wanted then. He wanted to make Pinesway a breeding ground for goblins to grow his army. Do you think he wants any thing different now? Problem is it’s not an abandoned little town at the edge of Dark Spruce. It’s Connel on the edge of some of the richest farmland around. He’s going to make humans work on those farms for him. Put this all together and it’s not a good story for anyone, especially us.”
     “So what do we do?” Ryson asked.
     Sy looked one last time at Enin, but when the wizard offered nothing further, the captain took control. “We need to hit the serp now. We hit him with whatever we can muster. We either drive him and his forces out of Connel, or we have to actually start thinking about evacuating Burbon, moving east out of his reach.”
     “And how do you intend on forcing his goblin army out of Connel?” Holli asked. “I have seen your guard in action against the dwarves and I know your current strength. They are excellent defenders, but this action would call for offensive tactics. They would be vastly outnumbered with the goblins fully entrenched in the city. These are not welcoming odds for you.”
     “No, they are not,” Sy admitted, “and I have no intention of leading my soldiers on a suicide mission. There is, however, sufficient help to the east. Fort Nebran lies within a day's ride, additional outposts exist less than a day away from the fort. Lief has also told me that the contingent of Connel’s cavalry escaped to the east when the city surrendered. I would bet my best horse that they went to Nebran as well. When they hear what’s going on at Connel, they’re not going to need much incentive to return. 
     “I’ve had dealings with the officers at Nebran before, and believe me they know the score. They’re thankful that our town sits between the farmlands and Dark Spruce. Word has spread of Enin and they know Burbon serves a nice buffer. When they hear an army of dark creatures has bypassed us and taken Connel, they’ll know that they’re the next target in line. If we consolidate all our numbers, we can assemble a sufficient force to at least have a chance. With a little luck, we might be able to take back the city.”
     Holli offered one last bit of concern. “What of the bloat spiders? Lief said they have encased most of the city with their webs. How can we attack the city if we can’t get through the webs?”
     “Actually, I believe the spiders will at first work to our advantage. It’s not just a matter of limiting what enters the city, it’s also a point to consider how fast Sazar can get his forces out of the city. He may not be able to meet us in the open field. If we know that in advance, we can make it work to our advantage.” Sy turned to Lief. “This does, however, raise a question. If the city exits have been covered by the webs of bloat spiders, how did you manage to get out?”
     Lief responded without hesitation. His tone held the simple ring of truth as opposed to any arrogance in what he was able to accomplish. “I am an elf, not a human. I can climb up and down the sides of your structures. The spiders only covered the free paths of the streets knowing that humans would not be able to jump rooftop to rooftop to avoid their webs. They did not know an elf was present within the city.”
     It was then Ryson that raised a concern of his own. “What about the people trapped in Connel?”
     Sy frowned and did not answer.
     Ryson pressed with his own understanding of the matter. “If you attack Connel, those people in there are going to be trapped with the goblins. Sazar could use them as hostages or simply kill them to keep them from getting in the way.”
     “The city is surrounded by webs, Ryson,” Sy reminded him. “I can’t get them out. There’s no secret passage way that’s going to get them out. I don’t have that kind of magic.”
     Everyone looked at Enin, but the wizard simply stared at the floor. Ryson, however, quickly ended the uneasy silence as his face lit up like a flare.
     “But there is!” Ryson exclaimed.
     “Is what?” Sy demanded.
     “A secret passage, there is a secret passage. Remember the dwarves attacked Connel just like they attacked Burbon. They dug tunnels under the city and attacked by appearing in the city’s center without giving Connel’s army advanced warning. We can use those tunnels to get the people out.”
     Sy stood silent, but only for a moment. Then he quickly dampened the delver’s proposal. “The dwarves blocked those tunnels after they left the city in ruins.”
     “They just block sections, so the humans couldn’t use them to follow them back to Dunop.”
     “Exactly, that means we can’t get through them to get to Connel. It’s enough of a block that we wouldn’t be able to dig through in time. We can’t wait forever to hit Sazar. We have to do it now.”
     “We couldn’t dig through, but the dwarves could.”
     “You think the dwarves are going to help us?” Sy questioned. “The dwarves didn’t just attack Connel, they attacked Burbon as well. And it wasn’t just a small disagreement, it was a nasty battle. We lost a lot of lives and they lost much more. Our wizard here decided to help then and we forced them to retreat. Now I know you told me that they attacked because their queen ordered them to and I know she’s gone now, but it’s hard for me to believe the dwarves are going to be willing to assist us after all of that.”
     “They owe us, or at least they owe me,” Ryson said simply. “I saved Dunop from the shadow trees. I also asked for the cliff behemoths to come to Dunop. They did and stopped the sand giants. All I’m going to ask the dwarves now is that they clear a few tunnels so we can get to Connel. They owe me that much.”
     “They may not think they owe you anything at all,” Sy responded flatly.
     Lief turned to Sy and declared his own considerations. “No, they are stubborn, they are greedy, they are arrogant, but they are also very proud. They understand that the delver saved their city. That, they can not deny, and thus they can not deny the debt they owe him. For them to turn down a simple request would be beyond my comprehension. I believe they will have to do what he asks out of their own desire to clear that debt. To deny him that simple request would be an act of dishonor. I believe that would be beyond them.”
     As Sy looked silently at the map on his wall, he considered the many factors they now faced. In his mind, he calculated the risks of involving the dwarves and the advantages of freeing the humans of Connel. At the same time, he ran through different scenarios in his head regarding the possible upcoming battles with the goblins entrenched in the city.
     “Let me just think about this for a moment,” Sy stated as he continued to review his map. “Maybe, just maybe we can use Sazar’s own tactics against him. He surrounded the city to cut them off from any hope of escape. We can cut them off in the same way, cut them off and keep them focused on what’s happening just outside the city.”
     Sy made a quick calculation of the forces he would need and the soldiers he believed would be available for the attack.
     “Actually, this could all work in our favor if we time it right,” the captain offered as he turned his attention to Ryson and Lief. “If you really think we can get the dwarves to open up those tunnels for us, we might have a chance to get those people out of there. We all have to realize that you’re not just going to be able to guide them all out under Sazar’s nose, but if I can get a sizeable force to attack the city, Sazar can’t afford to watch over the people they’ve got caught in there. We start the attack right at nightfall at the perimeter and Sazar is going to have his attention on us. At the same time, you can start moving as many people out as you can. Even if we fail to initially defeat Sazar, we can still succeed by removing his work force. On the outside of the city, we would have him surrounded. Maybe we can’t get him out of Connel, but at least we would have him contained, and with no prisoners, no hostages, and no way to get out to the farmlands. Also, he won’t be able to send humans to Tabris. If we’re right about what’s going on with her, that’s going to hurt his relationship with her. If she suddenly decides to break off the deal and strip him of any extra powers, I’m guessing he goes back to being a regular serp and he won’t be able to control that many creatures scattered all over Connel. Even if that doesn’t work, we can even think about just burning the city to the ground.”
     Holli nodded. “It is a sound plan. You would also succeed in cutting off any new dark creatures from joining Sazar.”
     “Exactly,” Sy agreed. “We’re still going to have to try and do everything we can to engage the goblin horde to keep them occupied, but at least now we have other options available to us if we can’t get them out of the city.”
     Ryson now offered his own understanding of what needed to be done. “It has to be me that goes to Dunop. I’m the one that has to make the request. You also can’t send any of your soldiers with me through the caves. It will slow me down and I need to rely on speed.”
     “I don’t intend to. I agree with you and I also can’t afford to spare any. The few that I can leave behind will have to guard Burbon. I was hoping, however, that Lief would go with you. You can use another pair of eyes, and from what I’ve seen, an elf won’t slow you down that much.”
     “I can live with that,” Ryson stated as he looked to Lief expectantly.
     “I shall accompany you,” Lief agreed with little fanfare.
     Ryson considered the events that transpired the last time the two were together and wondered if Lief would be able to control his anger in the midst of so many dark creatures. “You realize we have to go unnoticed, especially when we are in Connel, so you can’t simply run off and start attacking the goblins. Our objective is to get everyone out alive, not to start a war once we get in there.”
     Lief’s eyes narrowed. “You might no longer believe this, but I can maintain control when necessary. I was able to get in and out of Connel without being noticed. Do you think I could have accomplished that if I just started attacking goblins?”
     “No, I guess not,” Ryson conceded. “I just wanted to make sure we agree on what our main purpose was here.”
     The elf simply heaved a heavy sigh.
     “I wish to accompany them as well,” Holli interjected. “I can help them and while we need to keep the party small, I think three is better than two. We can all move swiftly and quietly. When we reach the inner streets of Burbon, I can assist in guiding the humans to the tunnels.”
     Enin finally spoke up. “You wish to go with them?”
     “I need to go with them,” Holli answered. “I feel it is my responsibility.”
     “How so?” the wizard asked.
     “You said that when Tabris decided to join with Sazar it represented her turn toward an evil path. By your own admission, you used that decision as the reason you were willing to make me stronger. If she did not turn toward evil, I truly wonder if you would have trained me at all. That being the case, I believe that I must do all that I can to counteract any evil this sorceress does. She is responsible for Sazar gaining control of so many creatures. Without her power, he would be left to raid abandoned outposts in the northern wilds. Do you understand?”
     “Whether I understand or not is immaterial,” the wizard said revealing little emotion. “If you wish to go with them, that’s your choice.”
     “It is not my choice alone. I came here to be your guard, thus my first duty is to you. If you do not want me to go, if you don’t see the need, then I would stay here. I have to answer to my duty, and that is to you.”
     “No, your first duty is to yourself.” Enin looked about at everyone in the room. “I know all of you don’t think too highly of me right now, but perhaps this will help explain, even if it is only slightly.” The wizard turned back to Holli. “I’ve spoken at length about choice and not interfering. You have a choice, as does everyone in this room. If you believe it is important for you to go with them, then I would never stand in your way. I will not take that choice from you. Everyone here wants me to solve this problem. I’ve tried to make it clear that there are consequences in that action. I know my arguments seem weak in the face of what everyone is talking about, but you all need to decide for yourselves what you must do.”
     Enin turned and walked to the door. “I still want you as my guard when you return, but more importantly, I want you to do what you think is right. Good luck to all of you.”
     Without waiting for anyone to respond, he walked out the door.
     Sy did not let the silence last. He had already begun working out his plans and he now wanted to move quickly. “How long do you think it will take for you to get to Dunop, convince the dwarves to help get the tunnels cleared, and get into Connel?”
     “Getting to Dunop is easy,” Ryson answered. “Not sure how long it will take for us to see someone of authority to convince them to help us. That’s the true unknown. When I left last time, Jon Folarok was basically comatose. He had withdrawn in the wake of Yave’s rebellion against him and he showed no sign of coming out soon.” Ryson turned to the elves. “Do either of you have an idea of what’s going on down there?”
     Lief spoke up first. “When we delivered Petiole to the dwarf city, Jon Folarok was still king. There appeared to be order in the city and we have heard no further rumors about the dwarf separatists that wished to end the rule of the monarchy.”
     Holli concurred. “Every report I heard revealed stability has returned to Dunop.”
     “Well at least that’s good news,” Ryson replied with a show of relief. “Just about every dwarf down there is going to remember me and my sword. I ran around the whole city to kill the shadow trees, so I don’t think there will be a problem getting in. Once we’re in we need to accompany the dwarves to the tunnels to Connel and allow them time to clear them.”
     “Dwarf construction is a marvel to watch,” Lief added. “It will take little time for them to clear a path.”
     Ryson made a quick calculation based on that. “Dunop isn’t that far from Connel, so if everything goes smoothly, it should only be three or four days.”
     Sy nodded in satisfaction. “I’ll give you a couple of extra days as a buffer. I’m going to need time to assemble the forces I need to take care of my part. I’ll organize the guard here today, determine what I need and what I should leave behind to guard Burbon, and then we’ll ride for Fort Nebran. With their aid, I can have the force ready to move on Connel in three days. It will take another day to reach Connel from the Fort.”
     Sy tapped his fingers on the desk in a counting fashion before continuing. “We will begin our attack during the evening, right before nightfall, six days out from today. You should already be under Connel at that time. When you hear us attacking and you believe it's dark enough, you can begin. Get topside and start sending as many people as you can to the tunnels. Hopefully, in the cover of darkness, Sazar’s attention should be focused on us. If they do spot the humans fleeing, they will think they are seeking shelter from the coming battle. I doubt Sazar will care about them.”
     Sy tried to play out the battle in his mind. He considered the sequence of events and revealed his own hopes. “I honestly believe we can raise enough of a force to surround Connel. That will be more than enough to keep Sazar focused on us. Whatever happens during the battle, we won’t make any attempt