Ceria woke up first. It was an unconscious act on the part of her body that her mind wanted no part of. As the first rays of dawn hit her, she opened her eyes and sat up in her bed.<\/p>\n
It was too early. And despite her early rising, Ceria was not<\/em> a morning person.<\/p>\n But some things were too hard to forget. It had been years\u2014decades, really\u2014since Ceria had needed to wake up this early. She was safe in this inn, among her friends and companions. Safe.<\/p>\n Yet it was impossible to forget some things. Pisces had brought it out. It was his fault; his face made her remember better times. The academy and all that had gone wrong there. She\u2026<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t feel like attacking him. <\/em>Not after\u2014what, six years? But it still weighed on her and, she hoped, him too.<\/p>\n Rubbing her face with her hands, Ceria decided that she was up. Remembering the past would only lead to nightmares, and she wasn\u2019t about to wake the inn screaming.<\/p>\n So despite the early hour and lack of sleep, Ceria stumbled downstairs. She blinked around at the room.<\/p>\n \u201cDd.\u201d<\/p>\n She\u2019d meant to say \u2018odd\u2019, but her mouth wasn\u2019t working. What was odd wasn\u2019t that the common room of the inn was a mess\u2014what was odd was that it was not.<\/em><\/p>\n Last night. Ceria rubbed at her eyes again and remembered. Music. A night that had lasted forever. Songs and\u2014something else. Some instruments she\u2019d never heard before and beautiful words.<\/p>\n It felt like a dream. But it had been real, so it felt even more dreamlike. She remembered stumbling up to bed as the other adventurers left, still caught in that magical moment.<\/p>\n Yes\u2014they\u2019d left, but adventurers always created messes wherever they went. Mostly in the form of dead monster corpses and blood, but in this case in the form of empty dishes, dirt, spilled food and drink, and coins scattered on the tables.<\/p>\n None of that was here now. The room was clean. In fact, in the morning light, the polished wood practically sparkled at Ceria.<\/p>\n She found that mildly offensive. But hunger was distracting her in no small way. She stumbled towards the kitchen\u2014<\/p>\n And froze as a skeleton blocked the doorway.<\/p>\n \u201cWood rot.\u201d<\/p>\n That was twice<\/em> now that Ceria felt her heart was literally about to stop. She staggered backwards and pointed shakily at the skeleton.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t\u2014do<\/em> that!\u201d<\/p>\n The skeleton was silent. Ceria blinked at it, still not quite thinking properly. It had a name, didn\u2019t it? Erin called it\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cToren, right?\u201d<\/p>\n The skeleton made no reply. Well, it had probably been the one to clean up the room. Last Ceria had seen, the girl Erin Solstice had been sleeping next to the Antinium named Pawn.<\/p>\n Who also wasn\u2019t here.<\/p>\n Something about that made an alarm bell go off in Ceria\u2019s head, but she was distracted by pressing needs and the undead monster in front of her.<\/p>\n \u201cIs your mistress up? I\u2019d like some breakfast, but I can get it myself.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria went to move past the skeleton, but its arm shot out and blocked her way. She stopped and stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n It put a finger to its yellowed teeth even as Ceria saw Erin rolled up in a blanket in the corner of the kitchen. She blinked at the girl.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s where she sleeps?\u201d<\/p>\n The skeleton made no sound, but it seemed irked that Ceria was still making sound. The half-Elf shook her head. It was too early for this.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n No response. The skeleton stared at her.<\/p>\n \u201cI need food.\u201d<\/p>\n Again, the pitiless cold flames of death were her only answer. Ceria tried to push the skeleton aside, but it grabbed her hand warningly. She eyed it. It looked\u2014well, it was Pisces\u2019 creation. Carefully, she withdrew her hand.<\/p>\n \u201cFine. No waking her. But can you get me something to eat? Or\u2014cook something?\u201d<\/p>\n The skeleton seemed to consider this. After a moment, it reluctantly nodded and walked into the kitchen. Unlike the many skeletons Ceria had seen or killed, this one walked with something approaching grace. It was a superior version of an inferior undead creature, and there was only one mage stupid enough to create something like that.<\/p>\n Pisces. <\/em>Ceria narrowed her eyes at the skeleton as it trotted into the kitchen. It was certainly an improvement on his older work. For one thing, this skeleton was quite intelligent. But that in itself wasn\u2019t a good thing. It meant he was closer to his goal. If he ever made an undead that was capable of leveling\u2014<\/p>\n She blinked as Toren appeared in front of her. He was holding something.<\/p>\n \u201cIs that\u2026a loaf of bread?\u201d<\/p>\n It was. An entire loaf, unmarred by imperfections such as slicing or condiments. Toren thrust it at her.<\/p>\n Ceria took it and stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cAm I supposed to eat this? I need something else, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n The skeleton couldn\u2019t sigh. But Ceria distinctly got that it would if it could. It stared at her and then walked silently back into the kitchen.<\/p>\n Bemused, Ceria sat at a table and stared at the loaf. After a moment, she fished out her belt knife.<\/p>\n She\u2019d just managed to cut a few slices away when the skeleton reappeared. It put a bowl down in front of Ceria. She stared at that too. It was also holding eggs.<\/p>\n Toren dropped the eggs in front of Ceria next to the loaf of bread. Then it added a bag of sugar. It went away and brought a cup and a pitcher of water out and then walked back into the kitchen.<\/p>\n Ceria stared at the food on her table. She eyed the eggs, bread, sugar, and the water. She caught one of the eggs before it rolled off the table and stared at it.<\/p>\n She shrugged.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n When Gerial stumbled downstairs, yawning and rubbing at his eyes, he found Ceria dipping slices of bread into a bowl of egg yolks. Some sugar had also been added to a slice of bread and turned into a sandwich that made him entirely forget about breakfast.<\/p>\n The half-Elf looked up as she munched on her dipped slice of bread. She was reading from her spell book.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Hey. The innkeeper\u2019s asleep, so there\u2019s no breakfast. But the skeleton got me some food. Want some?\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial stared at the raw egg dripping from the slice of bread. He shuddered.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s disgusting.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cYou Humans. You eat eggs all the time. What\u2019s the difference between frying them and grabbing them from a nest?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA very big difference, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial sat at the table and tried not to watch Ceria chomping down her meal. He stared at her cup.<\/p>\n \u201cIs that sugar?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGoes well with the water if you add enough. Want some?\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cI think I\u2019d prefer normal food, thanks. Where\u2019s the innkeeper?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStill asleep, I think. She\u2019s in there.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nodded to the kitchen.<\/p>\n \u201cThat damn skeleton\u2019s guarding her though, so don\u2019t go in. This is all it gave me to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYup. So this is the only food you\u2019re getting for a while. Want some?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPass.\u201d<\/p>\n The two adventurers sat in silence for a while. It wasn\u2019t the first time they\u2019d done this. Gerial was a morning person, and he\u2019d often found Ceria awake. His stomach rumbled, and he tried to ignore it.<\/p>\n After a while, the silence was too much. Gerial had to talk. He rubbed at his mustache and awkwardly cleared his throat. Ceria looked up and raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n \u201cSo. Last night.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was quite something, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomething? It was\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial didn\u2019t have words to describe it. He was no mage, and the memory of last night stuck in his head as something he could only describe as magical.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat was<\/em> that? Was it a spell?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA Skill, I think. Not one I\u2019ve ever heard of. Must be a rare one.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut that wasn\u2019t it either. Those songs\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBeautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria smiled, and Gerial nodded fervently. But she didn\u2019t seem as awed as he was by the memory. She frowned slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was amazing. But odd as well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOdd?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve never heard any of the songs she sang. Not one. And the music that came with it\u2014did it sound like anything you\u2019d ever heard before?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot even in my dreams.\u201d<\/p>\n But Gerial had dreamed of those songs last night. He felt his eyes sting a bit as he remembered and turned his head to wipe at them. Ceria shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cThey were moving, but that\u2019s not the point, Gerial. It\u2019s another mystery. Where did that music come from? How did that girl\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She glanced up and stopped talking abruptly. That was another thing Gerial was used to, so when Erin stumbled out of the kitchen, he was already turning to greet her.<\/p>\n \u201cGood morning, Miss Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n She stopped and stared at him. She was still wearing the same food-spattered clothing she\u2019d had on yesterday, and the rain and muck had made the smell and sight worse. She also looked miserable.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria nodded at Erin. The girl shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cIs everything alright?\u201d<\/p>\n Another shake. Erin paused, made a face, and reluctantly opened her mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cI hab a thore throat. And a cold.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see. My condolences.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin staggered over to their table and flopped onto it. Gerial saw the skeleton walk out of the kitchen and stand behind her. Erin didn\u2019t seem to notice\u2014or care.<\/p>\n Ceria put down her book and pushed aside her bowl of egg yolk to peer at Erin. She shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cIt must have been sitting out in the rain last night that did it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI bnow.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf was already focusing on Erin, her fingers glowing with pale green light.<\/p>\n \u201cI can do something about the sore throat, but healing potions don\u2019t cure colds. And I wouldn’t recommend you trying one unless you want to roll the dice on it getting better\u2014or turning into a debilitating sickness.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally? You can\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin yelped<\/em> as Ceria poked her throat. Instantly, the skeleton behind her raised a threatening fist, but Erin sat back in her chair.<\/p>\n \u201cOw, that\u2014hey! My throat is better!\u201d<\/p>\n She still had a stuffed nose, though. Silently, Gerial offered her his handkerchief. Erin blew her nose and looked at him gratefully.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThink nothing of it.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sniffed and handed him the handkerchief back.<\/p>\n \u201cI hate colds.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at Ceria and Gerial pleadingly.<\/p>\n \u201cMagic?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria shook her head at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, but I can\u2019t cure that so easily. I only know [Numb]\u2014the spell I used on your throat\u2014and colds are tricky. Way beyond me. Maybe a [Healer] can cure it? Drink hot soup.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? But it\u2019s a cold.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin whined at Ceria. The half-Elf sighed, but remained patient.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a cold. The most common of illnesses. Which means no one\u2019s figured out how to get rid of it. And before you suggest it\u2014experimenting on sicknesses can create far worse kinds. Or just make them immune to magical healing at all.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial was surprised.<\/p>\n \u201cThat can happen? I thought\u2014well, it\u2019s just being sick, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf gave him a huge shrug.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t ask me. Apparently, things can develop immunities to magic. Mold, diseases\u2014it\u2019s why you don\u2019t always use [Cleanse] to clean even Wistram Academy. They have Golems with mops.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin groaned.<\/p>\n \u201cMagic-resistant super-viruses. Just what I need.\u201d<\/p>\n More words that the adventurers didn\u2019t quite understand, but both got the meaning. Ceria shrugged regretfully at Erin. Then she glanced at Gerial with a slight smile.<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like breakfast is canceled, Gerial. Unless you all want to risk getting sick before the ruins.\u201d<\/p>\n He sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cNo helping it, I suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can make food.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin tried to sit up, but Ceria gently shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cSome rest will do you more good than anything else. And you coughing into the food won\u2019t do anyone any good.\u201d<\/p>\n She was right, and Erin sagged back into her seat.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t mention it.\u201d<\/p>\n Gerial was already standing and stretching. He was hungry, but it wouldn\u2019t be the first time he\u2019d missed or deferred breakfast until a later date. He nodded at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re going into the city. I think Calruz is already gone, but the others are still asleep. Don\u2019t worry about feeding us\u2014they can always go into the city.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria looked surprised. She glanced upstairs.<\/p>\n \u201cCalruz is gone? I didn\u2019t hear him moving.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think he slept. He went after the bug\u2014ah, I mean, the one called Pawn.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sat up in her chair, suddenly wide awake. She stared around the empty room.<\/p>\n \u201cPawn?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Pawn of the Antinium had not slept since the night. It wasn\u2019t as if he\u2019d missed much sleep, though. Erin Solstice had sung well into the morning, so it was only an hour or two later that he sat outside the Wandering Inn, thinking.<\/p>\n And suffering. He could still feel his missing appendages, or rather, the places where they should<\/em> be. It felt\u2026horrible. Horrible in a way he couldn\u2019t describe, not to be able to move properly. But there was nothing he could do, and at least the pain had stopped.<\/p>\n Small mercies. But the memory of how he had lost his limbs still haunted him. And yet the memory of what had happened last night was with him as well. He still heard the music, still felt his soul shifting, hurting<\/em>, rejoicing as he heard Erin sing.<\/p>\n Pain and wonder. They fought for dominion, but the pain was nothing compared to the wonder that still filled him.<\/p>\n So he sat and thought. He thought of many things, from his role in the Hive as it had been to what it was now. He thought about what he had suffered and what was happening. He thought about many things and had no answers. But when he thought about Erin Solstice, he felt something else.<\/p>\n And he had no words for that emotion. And it was troubling. In a good way and a bad way, but enough so that when the Minotaur stomped towards him, Pawn was almost glad of the interruption.<\/p>\n \u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn inclined his head respectfully. He didn\u2019t know if he should, but all he knew was his role as a Worker. Yet he wasn\u2019t one anymore. Should he be respectful? It seemed appropriate.<\/p>\n \u201cAdventurer-Captain Calruz. How may I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n The large Minotaur scowled down at Pawn. His eyes were shadowed, and he looked tired. And angry. He\u2019d been walking outside by the looks of it, but now he stopped and stared down at Pawn.<\/p>\n \u201cAnswer me something, insect. Why did you not fight?\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn stared up at Calruz.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry?\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur glared at Pawn. He jabbed a finger at Pawn\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n \u201cYou. Why did you not fight?<\/em> When you were being tortured by your own kind\u2014why did you not resist? Are all of your kind cowards or do you not have any pride?\u201d<\/p>\n The question was so surprising to Pawn that he took a few moments to respond.<\/p>\n \u201cI had no right to resist. The one who took me\u2014he was the Prognugator. He judges other Antinium. Our lives are his to use.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz looked disbelievingly at Pawn.<\/p>\n \u201cSo. You would allow death and dishonor to befall you because of mere rank<\/em>? The House of Minos respects rank\u2014but even Prince Khedal or our King would expect to be challenged if they spoke or acted madness. Have the Antinium no such sense?\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn did not know what he meant\u2014but he did know his Hive, so he replied slowly. Honestly.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Antinium have no honor. And I am\u2014was a Worker. My life is for the Hive. If my death is required, I will die.\u201d<\/p>\n For a long moment, Calruz stared at Pawn. Pawn held his gaze, wondering if the Minotaur would lash out at him. It had happened to several Workers before. But the Minotaur just snorted angrily and turned away.<\/p>\n \u201cAll that I should have expected from a slave.\u201d<\/p>\n He stomped towards the door and flung it open. Erin crashed into his chest, and the Minotaur blinked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cPawn!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She spotted the Antinium and froze. Pawn got to his feet and nodded at her.<\/p>\n \u201cErin. Is something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sagged, and some of the color returned to her pale face.<\/p>\n \u201cYou scared me! I thought you went back into the city\u2014!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was about to. I would not wish to trouble you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn was surprised by the vehemence in Erin\u2019s statement. She grabbed him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t go back! Not to that\u2014that evil guy!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cKsmvr?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin nodded. She gestured towards her inn.<\/p>\n \u201cThat guy\u2014I\u2019m going to\u2014well, I\u2019d like to\u2014what\u2019s more important is that you stay here<\/em>. Not in that stupid Hive. I\u2019ll make a bed for you, and you can stay as long as you like. Free of charge.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn stared at the inn and then at the two adventurers who\u2019d followed Erin outside. He shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cYour offer is most kind. But I belong in my Hive.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n His words seemed to shock the others. But Pawn was used to that. He tried to explain.<\/p>\n \u201cI am missed. I must complete my duties.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut Ksmvr\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The name made Pawn shudder, but only slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cHe will not harm me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBullshit.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn met Erin\u2019s eyes steadily. He remembered her holding him. Remembered her strange warmth. The music was still in him.<\/p>\n \u201cHe will not harm me, Erin. He has determined that I am Individual. He will not question me further. And I will be protected there. Now that it is known I am Individual, I am\u2014important.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cImportant?\u201d<\/p>\n That seemed to surprise Erin. And her surprise surprised Pawn. How could she not realize? But he had learned how little others knew of the Antinium. But surely she understood this\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cI still don\u2019t trust that Ksmvr guy. He\u2019s dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was merely fulfilling his duties. But once the Queen is told, she will summon me. I am sure of it.\u201d<\/p>\n This didn\u2019t seem to reassure Erin at all. She stared at Pawn anxiously, not seeming to understand the great honor this would be.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Queen? And where was she while he was stabbing you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe is occupied at the moment. It is the Rite of Anastases.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe what the what?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn shrugged. It was a convenient gesture he had learned, shrugging. He noticed that the half-Elf was staring at him intently behind Erin as the Human and Minotaur talked.<\/p>\n \u201cI do not know. I only heard what was spoken in passing. But it is an important ritual that cannot be interrupted. I\u2026sense that.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at him. She did not understand, and Pawn worried that she would try to keep him. That would lead to conflict, and he could not allow her to be hurt. But the half-Elf spoke to him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2014ah, Pawn. Can you tell me something? What do the Antinium want?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTo work for the Hive and the Queen.\u201d<\/p>\n It was an automatic response, and not the one she wanted. Ceria shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve heard that from every Antinium\u2014I mean, what do they want here?<\/em> The Antinium have made war for two decades. They never leave their Hivelands\u2014except during the last two great wars, and they only settled one Hive in one city in the entire world. The Blighted Kingdom hates them, and no one knows what your people want except to conquer. The Antinium are united as far as I\u2019ve heard. Completely. You\u2019re all loyal to your Queens. So\u2026why did this Ksmvr take you and\u2014and question you?\u201d<\/p>\n More hard questions. Pawn tried to answer as best he could.<\/p>\n \u201cWe came ten years back. To make\u2026make something. I do not know. I do not know what<\/em>. But it was decided. The Queens sent a single Hive to the city. Paid in gold for a place with those not of the Hive. To make something. A new kind of Antinium.\u201d<\/p>\n It seemed Ceria and Calruz were listening hard to this, though making sense of it was beyond them and Erin. Ceria bit her lip.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd this Rite of\u2026does that relate to it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Yes. It is important. I cannot tell you what it is. I was not told. I can only sense<\/em> that it requires all of my Queen\u2019s attention.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut when she\u2019s done with it, she\u2019ll want to see you, is that right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you\u2019re important.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n Easier answers. Pawn saw the light of comprehension in the half-Elf\u2019s eyes. But Erin still did not understand. Pawn saw that too. But the half-Elf did. She tugged at Erin\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n \u201cI think I get it. Erin, Pawn needs to go back to his Hive. You can\u2019t take an Antinium away from the Hive. If you do\u2014they spare no effort to reclaim their lost. Or if it\u2019s impossible to reclaim them, those Antinium die.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s heart sank.<\/p>\n \u201cThey do?\u201d<\/p>\n Only in times of war. Pawn knew with absolute certainty his Queen would never order him to die. He was too important. But the lie\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cThat is correct. I would be in jeopardy or place you in danger by remaining.\u201d<\/p>\n It hurt him to lie to Erin. But it was partially true. Once his Queen learned of his nature, she would spare no effort to reclaim him. And if Ksmvr tried to reclaim him and brought soldiers\u2014<\/p>\n The thought of it was too much to bear. So Pawn lied. He lied to protect the one called Erin Solstice, the innkeeper who played chess and who sang. The one who had given him his individuality and more things than he could think. The one who was important. The one who the other Workers\u2026<\/p>\n Admired. Perhaps that was the word for it. But Pawn thought it wasn\u2019t the right word. What Erin was to the Workers was different. She had brought something into their stale lives and taught them that they had<\/em> been living in boredom and monotony. She had elevated one of them, and so what the Workers felt for her was not admiration. It was something else. Another word.<\/p>\n But Pawn had no idea what that word was.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Pawn left. Ceria and Gerial left with him, and Calruz stomped off when he learned Erin was sick. They left her alone.<\/p>\n She felt bad about it. Upset that Pawn was leaving. Emotional. She threw a cup of water at Toren.<\/p>\n She hated being sick. And she was so tired\u2014she\u2019d barely gotten, what, a few hours of sleep? So Erin put her head down on her pillow in the kitchen. Just for a short nap. It was just a bit too much.<\/p>\n Before she knew it, she\u2019d fallen asleep. All things considered, it was good for her. Erin was so tired, emotionally as well as physically, that nothing could rouse her. Not even Selys screaming when she saw Toren.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Pisces heard the scream and debated running. But the odds were quite good that there were adventurers still in the inn and therefore quite good that the screaming didn\u2019t mean anything too<\/em> dangerous was happening.<\/p>\n Still, he cast [Invisibility] before he entered. It was a wonderful spell. A Tier 4 magic like this afforded him far more safety than any armor and allowed him a number of useful opportunities as well. It had been worth the month of study it had taken to master it.<\/p>\n Nevertheless, Pisces poked his head cautiously through the inn\u2019s door. Safety was paramount. He would run at the slightest hint of trouble\u2014<\/p>\n But curse it, Erin Solstice might be in trouble. And after last night, he couldn\u2019t just abandon her. Not just because he\u2019d heard what those arrogant Gnolls had said. They might be stealthy, but they relied on their noses too much. Pisces smelled exactly like the outdoors because he never bothered to wash. Another advantage.<\/p>\n And the music. He couldn\u2019t forget the music. An [Immortal Moment] indeed. All of it meant\u2014well, it meant\u2014<\/p>\n It meant he was doing something stupid, which Pisces regretted. He readied several spells as he looked around the inn. If it was a monster, he\u2019d attack and retreat. That was all he could do. More than he should do, really.<\/p>\n There was no monster in the inn. Not unless you counted the skeleton, and Pisces wasn\u2019t afraid of his own creation. The cowering female Drake didn\u2019t seem to share his opinion, however.<\/p>\n Pisces relaxed and let the invisibility spell end. His heart was beating far, far<\/em> too fast. Curses. He recognized the Drake. She was a female receptionist at the Adventurer\u2019s Guild, the one who often talked to Erin. Selys Shivertail.<\/p>\n She was still whimpering and trying to shield herself from Toren as the skeleton stood watching her. Pisces shook his head. Non-mages. They were so\u2026<\/p>\n He looked around for Erin Solstice. She was nowhere to be seen, which was inconvenient. He had hoped for some food\u2014<\/p>\n Pisces was used to wandering into the kitchen of the Wandering Inn for food. He\u2019d done it quite often, and so it was quite a shock to him when Toren shot out a bony arm to block his way. He yelped and stumbled backwards.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n His creation studied Pisces. Toren didn\u2019t reply\u2014not that Pisces had given him the ability to speak. The mage paused and gestured with his fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cMove aside. I require sustenance.\u201d<\/p>\n A flicker of hesitation\u2014and then the skeleton shook his head. Pisces frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cI am your creator. Move aside.\u201d<\/p>\n Another shake of the head. Pisces frowned darkly. This was wrong. But of course, he had expected complications when he\u2019d created this skeleton. He just hadn\u2019t expected the spell-weaving to interfere with the obedience of the skeleton\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cMove.\u201d<\/p>\n The skeleton clattered its jaw at Pisces and raised a finger to shush him. He blinked at it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you\u2014I, Pisces, order you to move aside and let me pass.\u201d<\/p>\n Another shake of the head. Pisces ground his teeth. He was about to try something more drastic when something slapped<\/em> the back of his head hard. He staggered and looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cYou!\u201d<\/p>\n Something was attacking him. Pisces yelped as Selys advanced on him, hitting him with her fists.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re the one who made this\u2014this thing<\/em>, aren\u2019t you? You evil, wretched\u2014!\u201d<\/p>\n Selys yelped as Toren caught her hand. She nearly screamed, but the other bony hand covered her mouth. Pisces froze. Was his creation going to\u2014?<\/p>\n Toren held Selys in a grip of death. Very, very slowly he removed his hand from her mouth and raised it to his own. One finger went up, and he shushed<\/em> her.<\/p>\n Selys quivered as she nodded. Toren gently let go of her hand. Then the skeleton pointed inside the kitchen.<\/p>\n Both Pisces and Selys stared inside the kitchen and saw Erin curled up into a ball, still sleeping somehow. They exchanged a look.<\/p>\n Toren moved back in front of the kitchen entrance and stood there, a sentinel. He stared pointedly at both mage and Drake. Slowly, the skeleton reached for a sword belted to its bony waist. It unsheathed the blade an inch. They backed away.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cWhat was<\/em> that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was my creation. A skeleton. It was merely guarding its master, Erin Solstice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou created<\/em> that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n Selys stared at Pisces, horrified. He raised his nose at her.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. It is a bodyguard for Erin and an able servant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s an undead monster. <\/em>And you\u2014I thought you were just an [Illusionist] scaring poor people. But you\u2019re that [Necromancer] Relc was talking about, aren\u2019t you? Well, you leave Erin alone! She doesn\u2019t need you bothering her!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am a favored customer at her inn. I have every right to be there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou had a bounty on your head until a week ago! You stay away from her or I\u2019ll\u2014I\u2019ll\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He sneered at her.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ll do what? Hit me? I\u2019m a mage.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd I\u2019m<\/em> a receptionist at the Adventurer\u2019s Guild. I\u2019ll put a twenty-gold bounty on your head if you so much as raise an undead anywhere within twenty miles of the city.\u201d<\/p>\n The sneer twisted upside down into a look of sudden concern.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2014you don\u2019t have the authority to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTry me. And get out of my way!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am going to the city. With Erin\u2026indisposed, I require sustenance there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen walk behind me! I don\u2019t want to be anywhere near you!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am entitled to walk wherever I please. If it bothers you so much, you may wait.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou flesh-faced jerk\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rags watched curiously as the arguing Drake and mage stormed past her. They didn\u2019t even notice her\u2014not that she was practically visible in the long grass anyways. Her dark green skin camouflaged her well, and if she closed her eyes, she could practically disappear at times.<\/p>\n The other Goblins made her a bit more noticeable of course, but amazingly, Pisces and Selys had managed to miss them as well. And it was hard<\/em> to miss thirty-odd Goblins.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t matter much anyways; Rags shook her head and walked towards the inn. She snapped at the Goblins following her, and they dispersed into the grass while five waited outside the inn. As an escort, they were important, but the inn was a peaceful area. Besides, her scouts had already determined the inn was empty aside from the skeleton and Erin Solstice.<\/p>\n Thus, when Rags stepped into the inn, it was only Toren that saw her. Now free from the eyes of her followers, Rags took a moment to wince and feel at her side which was in complete agony. She chattered to herself as she prodded the huge bruise, but determined it wasn\u2019t worth wasting a valuable healing potion over.<\/p>\n The skeleton took little heed of the Goblin except to assess how dangerous she might be. It noticed her frowning as she searched for Erin Solstice and mentally sighed again.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Refreshingly, Rags understood that Erin was sleeping and not to be disturbed<\/em> quickest of all the inn\u2019s guests that day. The small Goblin wasn\u2019t happy, but Toren didn\u2019t have to dissuade her from entering the kitchen.<\/p>\n Instead, the Goblin hopped up onto one of the chairs and grabbed a chess board. She muttered to herself as Toren stood patiently in his place in front of the kitchen. He stared impassively at the Goblin as she ignored him.<\/p>\n Perhaps someone who wasn\u2019t an undead skeleton might have had a bit more of a reaction to Rags\u2019 appearance. They might have questioned the cuts on the side of her face, the way she winced as she moved, or perhaps the glowing, orange-pink potion strapped to her belt. It was one of many valuable items that an astute watcher could infer had been looted from travellers.<\/p>\n But Toren wasn\u2019t interested in any of that. Instead, the skeleton was troubled by his own thoughts. He was guarding his master, and that was well. But he had failed to guard a few days ago. He had lost to the Antinium, and that was wrong. Bad. He felt this should not be so.<\/p>\n But he was still only a Level 3 [Skeleton Warrior]. He had no way to level except in the [Barmaid] class, and Toren felt that this would not be particularly helpful.<\/p>\n Rags muttered to herself as she began playing a game of chess. Without any opponent, she was forced to play both sides, which she was not happy about. She groused to herself in her own language.<\/p>\n Again, to any other listener, her words would be meaningless nonsense. The language of the Goblins was scratchy, garbled, and sounded vaguely like rocks being tossed into a blender. In short, incomprehensible to anyone who was not a Goblin.<\/p>\n But the dead spoke a universal language, so Toren understood her perfectly. He listened, at first mainly because he had no choice, but then with increasing fascination. He was fascinated by Rags\u2019 comments about the [Strategist] class and chess and stared at the chess board.<\/p>\n The Goblin played one game by herself and then two. After she won and lost the third game, she looked up and nearly tumbled out of her seat.<\/p>\n Toren stood silently over her, staring down. Rags unsheathed her short sword, but the skeleton made no move to attack. It stared down at the chess board and then slowly sat across from Rags.<\/p>\n With mechanical precision, it began moving chess pieces to their starting positions. As Rags, disbelieving, watched, Toren chose a pawn and moved it forwards on the chess board.<\/p>\n She stared at the undead skeleton. Its fiery blue eyes fixed on her. Slowly, Rags got back onto her chair and stared at the board. She stared at the skeleton. Then she shrugged.<\/p>\n And began to play.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Ceria and Gerial walked through the streets of Liscor, taking in this unfamiliar city. They were walking down a street filled with restaurants and pubs. They were being watched.<\/p>\n Gazi\u2019s eye flicked around the street, and she smiled as she walked forwards. Relc was headed straight for the leader of the Horns of Hammerad several streets over. The [Princess] was crouched at another table, under the cloak of an [Invisibility] spell, but she would not interfere.<\/p>\n The man was an average adventurer. Level 17 in the [Warrior] class\u2014without much to distinguish him. But the half-Elf was as noticeable as the Minotaur. She could only be Ceria Springwalker, member of the Horns of Hammerad.<\/p>\n Just the ones Gazi had been looking for.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Previous Chapter<\/a> Next Chapter<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ceria woke up first. It was an unconscious act on the part of her body that her mind wanted no part of. As the first rays of dawn hit her, she opened her eyes and sat up in her bed. It was too early. And despite her early rising, Ceria was not a morning person. 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