The city of Daquin was one of Baleros\u2019 many port cities. It wasn\u2019t quite a metropolis, but it was large. Its harbor could hold as many as eight warships at the same time without being overcrowded; the buildings were by and large stone, a product of a nearby quarry and the city\u2019s rich history.<\/p>\n
It was also over a hundred and fourteen miles away from Elvallian, the capital of the Forgotten Wing company and the training school Niers Astoragon and his company of students had departed from. And that was as the sparrow flew, if it could even get that far without being eaten.<\/p>\n
Two days after they\u2019d departed from the school, Niers Astoragon, and a company of nearly four hundred staff, teachers, guards, and students reached the city. Over a hundred miles in two days.<\/p>\n
It was a trivial journey. Not worth even mentioning. The students rode while talking to each other merrily, thinking up last-minute plans, forging desperate alliances and fomenting betrayal all while enduring lectures from some of the teachers riding with them. The [Soldiers] watched the roads. The staff ensured there was hot food and that each of the stops was as comfortable as possible.<\/p>\n
Nothing stopped the small procession. And it was small. And the distance was still negligible. Yes, for another rider, it might be a heroic distance to travel in such a short amount of time, especially by foot. But for a Great Company of Baleros?<\/p>\n
If you wanted to, you could talk about enchanted wheels, horses raised by Beastmasters, the Skills employed by the [Strategists] that made the road disappear, and the prudence of travellers who decided not<\/em> to block the Titan\u2019s personal mobile home and travelling vehicle when not on the campaign.<\/p>\n It looked like a doll\u2019s house mounted on a pushcart, and it was pulled by a donkey. To a Fraerling, it was the height of luxury, and Niers could relax on the porch while talking with people riding across from him and do paperwork at the same time.<\/p>\n The only vexation for Niers Astoragon was the bugs, and his mansion-on-the-go had enough warding spells and enchantments to fight off three Trolls. But it was entertaining watching him shoot down horseflies with a bow and arrow from the roof. Yes, you could talk about all of that. But that wasn\u2019t the point.<\/p>\n Two days later, they were here. Umina, Venaz, Wil, Cameral, and the others who hadn\u2019t elected to travel via horseback piled out of the comfortable, open-roofed coach they\u2019d been chatting in. Somewhat tensely. Because they were here.<\/p>\n Daquin. It wasn\u2019t that<\/em> impressive. Elvallian was three times larger. If anything, Daquin was a letdown to anyone expecting to find something better after wandering through the Titan\u2019s city of cities. But Daquin was special. Here, the Titan\u2019s game would begin.<\/p>\n The [Strategists] and other students took in the city for a moment. And instantly, some of the perceptive students realized why Niers had chosen this city for his game of hide-and-seek.<\/p>\n \u201cNarrow alleyways. An unfortunate lack of an [Architect]\u2019s oversight when constructing the thoroughfares. You could hold an army in some of the streets. Others are too wide to easily block. The buildings are stone and wood; many with multiple stories. Some have doors that connect between buildings: Lizardfolk design. No sewers, though. But there are a thousand hiding spots. Only a few vantage points either. See?\u201d<\/p>\n Marian pointed out a tower to Umina as she trotted into the city. The Lizardgirl, stretching her legs, hopped after her friend nervously. She looked around, trying not to hyperventilate.<\/p>\n \u201cRight. Right! It\u2019s great for hiding. There\u2019re a few high spots. That large tower, there\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed to an extraordinarily high tower nearly half again the size of the building below it. Marian nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like an archer\u2019s tower. Or a watch tower. Either way, you could put someone up there to watch for [Pirate] raids or armies. Set up a high-level [Sniper] or [Mage] with long-distance spells\u2026nice defensive spot.\u201d<\/p>\n Yerranola laughed as she strode into the city. She elbowed the Minotaur walking beside her.<\/p>\n \u201cToo bad we\u2019re not staging a war game, huh, Venaz?\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur snorted softly.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve changed my mind. This is enough of a battle for my liking. I should have known the professor wouldn\u2019t trivialize this.\u201d<\/p>\n He folded his arms as he surveyed the city. His eyes lingered on the open harbor; it had a bowl-shaped opening with external watch towers and a sea gate that could be closed. It was open, but Umina spotted several ships lingering in the harbor. They bore the Forgotten Wing company colors; it looked like Niers had even taken over the harbor for his games. Umina gulped as she passed down the street, following the Titan and some of the teachers. They were walking casually while the Titan borrowed a shoulder for a ride.<\/p>\n \u201cHey. Look at all the [Soldiers].<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed. The other students looked. Yerranola gulped.<\/p>\n The streets were full of Lizardfolk, Dullahans, and Centaurs. Some were Daquin\u2019s citizenry, but Umina saw an entire platoon of Forgotten Wing company soldiers marching out to greet the Titan himself. Yerranola muttered an oath as she counted.<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t tell, but if every street is like this\u2014how many did the Professor put in Daquin? A thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTwo thousand. It\u2019s not enough to cover the city by far, but it\u2019s a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n Wil appeared behind the others. His face was so pale it was nearly white, but some color actually went back<\/em> into his face as he stared across the street towards the harbor. Marian tossed her head uneasily.<\/p>\n \u201cAll this for a game. The Professor really doesn\u2019t do things by halves, does he?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWould you expect anything else? Where are we gathering? Or are we just waiting for the others to gather?\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz looked back irritably. Umina\u2019s heart skipped a beat as she looked back and saw nearly two hundred<\/em> of the oldest students following them. Older students in the [Strategist] classes, those training to be officers\u2014she saw dozens of eyes staring at her and turned hurriedly. Yerra gulped, for a second losing her semi-permanent smile.<\/p>\n \u201cOoh. I got a lot<\/em> of evil looks just now. Was there a Gazer in the crowd?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRabble.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSome of those students have been studying as long as you, Venaz.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re part of the Professor\u2019s personal class. Don\u2019t let them shake you. The victor of this competition will come from our class; of that I have no doubt.\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur raised his voice as a pair of Centaurs trotted by. They turned and stared at Venaz. He stared back, unruffled. Umina gulped.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but Venaz\u2014look ahead. Those aren\u2019t students. See that group? I think those are graduates.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur turned with the others. They saw a group of fifty or so waiting ahead of them. The Minotaur hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cAh. Alumni. Seekers?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Didn\u2019t the Professor say they\u2019d be competing against us? They\u2019re competition.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2026could be trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina nodded in agreement. She recognized some of them. The group was mostly in their late twenties, having graduated only recently. But some had already begun to make waves. She squeaked as she pointed at a half-Elf bearing a curved sword at his waist and wearing some kind of bright, white-steel armor covered by an armored cloak.<\/p>\n \u201cIsn\u2019t that Tefret, the [Mage Captain]? I heard he graduated two years back! He\u2019s supposed to be employed in Terandria!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re supposed to beat him?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf\u2014of course. Don\u2019t raise your voice, Marian. He\u2019s barely higher-level than we are\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe killed a half-Giant in his first campaign after graduating. You ever beat a half-Giant, Venaz? Venaz?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The urgent voices of the students in Umina\u2019s class were only a backdrop to the larger conversation from the rest of the Titan\u2019s students. The Lizardgirl grabbed Marian\u2019s arm as they walked forwards. She spotted a Dwarf and Lizardman walking past her, both looking nervous as well. The Dwarf was panicking much in the way Umina was.<\/p>\n \u201cGrandfather\u2019s beards! I thought we wouldn\u2019t have to compete against graduates, Sillk! It was bad enough having to deal with the Professor\u2019s special<\/em> class\u2014that lot have seen actual combat!\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardman was nodding. He was maybe three years older than Umina and quite handsome. She stared at him as he placed a clawed hand on the Dwarf\u2019s shoulder, but his tail gave away his nerves as well.<\/p>\n \u201cCalm down, Merrik. Everyone has a shot. We just need to win. The game\u2019s not just about hiding. Anyone could be first\u2014or the last one standing. We all have unique abilities. I have my class. You have your\u2026beard. What if we\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He caught sight of Umina staring at him. She smiled and waved weakly. The Lizardman, Sillk, paled and dragged Merrik forwards. She clearly heard the Dwarf\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? What? Oh\u2014isn\u2019t that Umina? Blast it. Is she marking you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe? No way. Steady. Let\u2019s just calm down\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The two hurried forwards after the Professor. Umina swished her tail. Somehow, their panic had reassured her. They weren\u2019t alone. She looked around and remembered the Professor\u2019s lessons.<\/p>\n Calm down. Look around. See the other expressions? They\u2019re <\/em>all nervous. From Venaz to the other students in other classes. Even those graduates\u2014we\u2019re all competing, but no one\u2019s that confident. See the way Tefret is standing? Hand next to his sword. Even a [Mage Captain]\u2019s probably intimidated. Even though this is a game. He wants to win. So you have a chance. Remember that.<\/em><\/p>\n And she was calm. Umina felt her mind, the cold part that came out in the middle of battles, take over. She breathed evenly; she wasn\u2019t just a student. She had seen battle. The Lizardgirl looked around and saw a few students meet her eyes. Some other students were doing what she was doing.<\/p>\n The ones to watch were calm. A Garuda with red feathers gave Umina a nod. A Dullahan woman with a quarterstaff in one hand looked back fearlessly. And to her left, Feshi and Wil. The same eyes. They\u2019d calmed down too. That was the first step in winning a battle. The Gnoll grinned at Umina, and the Lizardgirl grinned back. Then someone grabbed her arm hard.<\/p>\n \u201cUmina.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n And here was someone who hadn\u2019t calmed down. The whites of Marian\u2019s eyes were showing. Despite her experience, the atmosphere or perhaps the numbers of competing students had gotten to her. Umina winced as she saw the Centaur\u2019s hooves; Marian was giving herself away as she practically pranced in place. Then again, the Lizardgirl was sure she\u2019d been just as bad a minute ago.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m getting nervous! I know we prepared, but do you really think\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Before she could glance towards the harbor, Umina grabbed Marian\u2019s arm and gave it a squeeze with her claws. The Centaur yelped and tried to pull back. Umina didn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n \u201cMarian! Calm down! This is just like a war game with the Professor. A skirmish. Imagine you\u2019re against Venaz. Don\u2019t give in to the pressure; that\u2019s how you\u2019ll lose!\u201d<\/p>\n It worked. It might not have worked on someone else, but like Umina, Marian had lived through her introduction to battle. Being attacked by Selphids in training wasn\u2019t the last ordeal the Professor had put them through. And he\u2019d taught them how to resist even [Fear] spells in combat. The Centaur stared at Umina, then the Lizardgirl saw her breathing shift. She inhaled slowly, and her eyes flickered. The pulse Umina felt through the Centaur\u2019s arm slowed. After a second, Marian patted Umina\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can let go.\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardgirl did. Then she saw the blood on the tips of her claws.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. I\u2019m\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s fine. It shook me out of it. You ready?\u201d<\/p>\n Marian ignored the small punctures on her arms. She gestured around, and Umina saw her classmates had almost all gotten control of themselves. Feshi was smiling and sniffing the air, Jekilt\u2019s arms were folded, but the [Captain] was icy calm. He probably hadn\u2019t panicked. Venaz was growling and making a fist. Yerra was grinning and slapping Cameral\u2019s shoulder. Wil was checking the sky, the position of the sun\u2014only Cameral seemed to be panicking, and even then, not as badly as some of the other students.<\/p>\n \u201cLook. The Professor\u2019s stopped. Looks like he\u2019s greeting the [Mayor] of the city.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan\u2019t be the [Mayor]. Daquin has a sitting council.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFine, their council, then. Is this important?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, not really.\u201d<\/p>\n The students had entered a large plaza. Marian pointed out the Titan. He and the teachers had stopped to talk with a group of dignitaries, four Lizardfolk and two Dullahans, who were presumably the leaders of the city. There was some smiling and bowing going on\u2014all very relaxed. Some of the [Soldiers] accompanying the group were offering the council a gift. Daquin\u2019s citizens, the soldiers, and students waited.<\/p>\n Umina kept glancing about. There were so many!<\/em> True, a lot would just be part of the audience. But Umina hadn\u2019t considered how many eyes might rat out the hiders to whoever was seeking. Marian looked around, using her height to eye the [Soldiers].<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like this isn\u2019t a group of elite soldiers. The Professor might have just called in one of the reserve units. He\u2019s got a good mix; no one specific species.\u201d<\/p>\n Some of the [Soldiers] were yawning, while the others were talking to each other. They were clearly part of the game; they eyed the students with amusement, and Umina saw they were equipped with clubs, truncheons, nets\u2014the equipment to take down the hiders. She gulped.<\/p>\n \u201cThose are going to hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe can fight back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean, you<\/em> can. I get hit by a club, I\u2019m lying down. I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Umina! [Strategist] Umina! <\/em>Over here!\u201d<\/p>\n Someone shouted her name. Umina\u2019s head turned around. It wasn\u2019t one of the students in her class, or even a student at all. Out of the waiting citizens of Daquin, she saw a Lizardgirl waving excitedly. Umina blinked. Then she raised a hand. The Lizardgirl shouted back as some of the students turned to look.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Umina! I\u2019m a big fan! You have to win the Titan\u2019s game, alright? I\u2019m going to be a [Strategist] when I grow up, like you!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina turned bright red. The other students were looking at her! Some were glaring, but Umina saw a flurry of hands from the crowd. The Lizardgirl\u2019s mother waved excitedly as well.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Umina! Win for the Lizardfolk!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI want [Strategist] Xelic to win!\u201d<\/p>\n A Lizardman next to the mother pointed at Xelic, one of the other students in the special class. Xelic turned bright red and raised a claw, clearly not sure whether to wave or not. There was a laugh from the crowd, then a cheer.<\/p>\n \u201cUmina! Xelic!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardgirl looked around. Daquin was a Lizardfolk city, so at least a fourth of the crowd was Lizardfolk. And they all began taking up the chant, shouting the names of one or the other Lizardfolk in Niers\u2019 class. Marian turned to look at Umina with the students. Yerra grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cUmina! I didn\u2019t know you were famous in Daquin!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina wanted to curl up under a rock. She muttered loud enough for the others to hear as she tried to duck her head.<\/p>\n \u201cThey know me.\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz harrumphed<\/em>, but to Umina\u2019s surprise, he seemed vaguely approving.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course they do. You and Xelic are in the Titan\u2019s personal class. It\u2019s a mark of honor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut we\u2019re attracting attention!\u201d<\/p>\n It was true. The other students\u2014and there were around two hundred<\/em>\u2014could scarcely have failed to notice the growing cheering from the crowd. They turned to look, and Umina felt more than one very annoyed gaze on her back. A few of the Lizardfolk not in her class looked rueful; a few even clapped along with the others, laughing. And from the gathering with Daquin\u2019s leaders, Niers Astoragon and the teachers were turning\u2014Umina went scarlet as her fans laughed and cheered louder.<\/p>\n \u201cMarian, hide me. Or trample me.\u201d<\/p>\n Before the Centaur could oblige Umina\u2019s death wish, another voice rang out. A young Centaur in a [Laborer]\u2019s outfit reared in the crowd and shouted loud enough to be heard.<\/p>\n \u201cMarian Felthof! <\/em>Win for the Centaurs!\u201d<\/p>\n He bellowed, and some of the other Centaurs called out. Another called out Jekilt\u2019s name. Then the air split as both Centaurs and<\/em> Lizardfolk began cheering for the students they recognized. Marian raised a hand as it was her turn to blush; Jekilt raised one fist as the Centaurs stampeded in place. And the Dullahans in the crowd\u2014<\/p>\n Didn\u2019t cheer. But to Cameral and the two other Dullahans students, they were nodding, raising their heads over the crowd to see. Cameral bowed slightly, his face pale. The crowd cheered and roared, filling the air. They\u2019d decided the games had begun and were cheering\u2014even over the Titan\u2019s greeting with the council. Umina blushed, waved, and looked at the other students. They stared back. Yerra waved at a Selphid wearing a child\u2019s body in the crowd and muttered to her friends.<\/p>\n \u201cWe are so dead. They\u2019re going to go right for us the instant the games start.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina nodded with the others. Venaz was cracking his knuckles. He didn\u2019t appear bothered by the lack of a Minotaur crowd cheering for him.<\/p>\n \u201cI see Daquin\u2019s citizenry is here. But where are the seekers? And the guests? My sources told me that in previous years, there could be a huge guest presence. At least a few [Emissaries]\u2014even royalty from overseas at times!\u201d<\/p>\n He looked around, dismayed. Umina scanned the crowd and realized Venaz was right. Despite the people in the square, they all looked like Daquin\u2019s native inhabitants. No one stood out, and if there were another company here, she would expect to see them with a sizable escort. But all she saw were Forgotten Wing company soldiers.<\/p>\n \u201cI guess no one\u2019s coming? Maybe this is normal for them. Oh\u2014wait, there are a few robes by the Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n Feshi growled.<\/p>\n \u201cWistram [Mages].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll glowered at the [Mages], a group of sixteen or so, waiting to one side and looking around. They were clearly [Mages]; if their colorful robes and staffs didn\u2019t identify them, the aloof looks they were giving to the crowd would have tipped Umina off. Feshi\u2019s glare was another hint.<\/p>\n \u201cI am sure. I can smell them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like the Professor is greeting them. Dead gods, I hope he tells us the rules soon. Or\u2014wait, if the seekers aren\u2019t here, is he<\/em> going to be leading the hunt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t jinx us, Yerra! Maybe it\u2019s just the soldiers who have to find us and some kind of riddle.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOr\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Umina saw a Centaur turning in the crowd, holding what had to be Niers Astoragon at head height. The Lizardgirl felt herself go pale. The Centauress looked back across the audience at the cheering crowd. And she stared right at Umina.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Perorn Sadiluc, known as Fleethoof, looked back at the source of the sudden cheering. The plaza was filled with bodies; most of the city had gathered to see the Titan in person, which was quite difficult even for those at the front. But they knew the game was taking place, and so they actually outnumbered the two hundred students and fifty or so alumni who had come to play in the Titan\u2019s game. Now Perorn picked out a student who she knew by name from the crowd.<\/p>\n Umina, one of Niers\u2019 prized students. A sharp mind and flexible one too, able to answer quickly and adapt to new situations with ease. She was standing next to Marian, a Centauress. Another bright candidate, but Perorn distinctly recalled Marian going red and stammering both times the [Galewinds Strategist] had called on her. It was a flaw in her Centaur students that Perorn had no time for. But perhaps it was unavoidable.<\/p>\n \u201cLady Fleethoof?\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress turned her head back. She realized the council member, a Dullahan woman in her late sixties, had addressed her. Instantly, Perorn ducked her head, embarrassed, although it didn\u2019t show on her face.<\/p>\n \u201cMy apologies, Councilmember Felit. I missed what you were saying.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan looked horrified. She adjusted her head on her shoulders, bowing deeper than Perorn hurriedly.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no. Our apologies for keeping you waiting. And for our citizens\u2019 indiscretion.\u201d<\/p>\n She turned a scandalized eye towards the cheering crowd. All four of the Lizardfolk members of the council looked appalled and delighted.<\/p>\n \u201cSo sorry! And it\u2019s a pleasure to meet you. An honor, truly! You and Lord Astoragon!\u201d<\/p>\n One of the Lizardmen bowed to Perorn and the small Fraerling perched on Perorn\u2019s shoulder. Niers Astoragon bowed back, and his voice was a mix of politeness and cheerful informality.<\/p>\n \u201cNo offense taken, Councilman Ulli. We are grateful for Daquin\u2019s hospitality today. Please do warn the citizens that they may be included in the games if they stay outdoors. The participants have been warned that dangerous weaponry and spells are off-limits, and we have [Healers] standing by, but accidents happen.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe will inform them again, and call upon the [Guards] to clear the streets. And we will not keep you any further, will we, Councilmembers?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan woman, Felit, bowed to Niers. She looked pointedly at the Lizardfolk and the Dullahan man. He nodded instantly; the Lizardfolk looked disappointed.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I wanted to ask\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ulli yelped as Felit stomped on his tail. He withdrew, unhappy, and all of the Council had to shake Perorn\u2019s hand and bow to Niers before they withdrew. It was a ceremony Perorn was used to, and she smiled briefly and repeated each name once. Then they were gone. She turned her head to speak to the tiny Fraerling on her shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cNow the [Mages]?\u201d<\/p>\n She saw Niers, a tiny man dressed all in blue and gold, grimace. He tugged the rakish hat he\u2019d chosen lower on his head and grumbled before nodding.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, Wistram\u2019s delegation. We might as well, or they\u2019ll kick up a fuss. Before that, who was cheering? I couldn\u2019t see; your hair\u2019s in the way.\u201d<\/p>\n He kicked at Perorn\u2019s long hair, auburn mixed with strands of grey. Perorn sighed, but she turned to let him see. Niers grinned as he saw the crowd cheering his students.<\/p>\n \u201cAh. My advanced class has gotten the attention of the crowd. That might make them targets.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf you wanted them to be inconspicuous\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s fine this way. Let\u2019s just hurry the ceremony up; we can bring in our guest soon. I imagine they\u2019re getting impatient.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn sighed, but she trotted over to the waiting group of [Mages]. She saw them stand up and adjust their robes hurriedly as they saw her coming over. She spoke to Niers with a slight frown.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd who is this mystery guest? You didn\u2019t tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf you had an ear to the winds, Perorn, you would have seen it. It\u2019s obvious to anyone who knows what to look for. Sadly, I think only a handful of students know. Even in my class, I think only Wil figured it out. Did I make it too hard? But this is fine. He\u2019ll be entertaining enough.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers sighed. He looked at the [Mages] and shook his head. Hopefully, he glanced up at Perorn.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat if I let you do the introductions, Perorn?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey wouldn\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n She paused and glared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re the Titan of Baleros. You organized this game; Wistram\u2019s here at your request.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers looked huffy as he checked his clothing and hat.<\/p>\n \u201cI<\/em> didn\u2019t invite them. I would have used our [Mages]. Very well. But I\u2019m hardly impressive to most of them. You\u2019re the one the Council was making duck eyes at.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn debated flicking him off her shoulder for a second. But it was true. Like Daquin\u2019s ruling Council, the [Mages] stared first at her. Their leader, a half-Elf woman in sweeping, emerald silk robes emblazoned with purple blooms, bowed deeply.<\/p>\n \u201cLady Perorn Sadiluc. I am First-Mage Teura of Wistram, assistant to Archmage Feor and the leader of my small gathering. I thank you and the Forgotten Wing company for the invitation to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn held out a hand and felt Niers nimbly leap onto her palm. Teura froze in the middle of her half-prepared speech as she spotted Niers.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014And my deepest thanks to you as well, Lord Astoragon.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Mages] jumped. They stared down at the Fraerling, and half of them blinked. You could tell which of them hadn\u2019t ever met Niers before, but they all hurriedly bowed as the Fraerling strutted forwards and nodded to Teura.<\/p>\n \u201cA pleasure, Mage Teura. I\u2019m surprised you\u2019ve left the academy.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf calmly addressed Niers as if nothing were amiss. Some of the [Mages] were openly staring, but the rest had composed themselves. Their eyes flicked to Niers. This<\/em> was the Titan of Baleros. Perorn held still, seeing their eyes go to her next.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was at Archmage Feor\u2019s request, Lord Astoragon. We could hardly ignore such an event, could we? Especially given our function.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh, yes. Well, I\u2019m delighted to have you watch.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers sighed, his tone and face suggesting he was anything but. Teura didn\u2019t react; she merely bowed again.<\/p>\n \u201cWe will observe from the side and several points around the city without interfering of course. But if I may request that some of our members accompany you? For the best position.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAs you will.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan waved a hand. Teura nodded and gestured; a Centaur came forwards along with another half-Elf. Perorn nodded to the Centaur, a younger male. He might have been in his early forties or late thirties, but he looked like an excited colt as he bowed to her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s an honor to meet you, Lady Fleethoof\u2014and, uh, you as well, Lord Astoragon!\u201d<\/p>\n He hurriedly bowed to Niers as Teura shot him a glare. Niers only chuckled, and Perorn, lifting him back to her shoulder, politely greeted the [Mage].<\/p>\n It couldn\u2019t be helped. No, it was to be expected, really. They stared at her, the [Mages]. At Niers too, but in surprise. Because, after all, he was the Titan<\/em> of Baleros. But when he didn\u2019t try, when he just hid on Perorn\u2019s shoulder, Niers was\u2026a Fraerling. Small. Whereas Perorn was hardly equal to him in terms of fame, but her name was widely known as well.<\/p>\n Perorn. Fleethoof. She looked the part. The Centauress walked back, conscious of the eyes on her. The crowd was still cheering for the students. They were watching her and Niers, of course, but they hadn\u2019t done anything but a few greetings.<\/p>\n In many ways, Perorn knew, they were letting down those who had gathered to see them. Unless Perorn was racing across the city, sword in hand, leading a charge, or Niers was\u2026being Niers, they were<\/em> disappointments. Almost as bad as Foliana, although you could argue she was everything you expected in another sense.<\/p>\n But Perorn wasn\u2019t in the mood to race; she wasn\u2019t a young mare anymore, her back leg hurt as if a storm were coming despite the clear skies, despite the ointment she\u2019d used, and this wasn\u2019t her game. She had been invited to come to Daquin; Niers had insisted on it for some reason. But she wasn\u2019t taking part.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not taking part, am I, Niers? You promised me that. If you intend to trick me into performing, I will<\/em> step on you.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur [Strategist] turned her head to glare at Niers. The Titan of Baleros smiled, sitting on Perorn\u2019s bare shoulder. He stroked his beard, smiling lightly.<\/p>\n \u201cI did promise you. I\u2019m attached to my unsquashed body, so I suppose I can\u2019t cheat and add you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt would be unfair. If I went against your students, I\u2019d have half within the hour.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn felt the need to justify herself, to Niers\u2019 smug expression as much as anything else. He grinned at her.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, really?\u201d<\/p>\n She raised a finger warningly, ready to flick. She wouldn\u2019t ever have done it, of course; Niers\u2019 magical equipment would probably break her finger if she flicked too hard. The Titan sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t need you, Perorn. As a seeker, I mean. My guest is already here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n She glanced around, frowning. Niers smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you had a spyglass and you were on that watch tower, you\u2019d see him. He\u2019ll be inbound as soon as I give the signal. No\u2014I think he\u2019ll choose his moment. You are listening, aren\u2019t you? Give me a chance to mention Wistram first, and then you can come in.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers raised his voice and looked around. Perorn felt her skin crawl. A listening spell? Or maybe Niers just meant there was a spy in the audience. She trotted towards the waiting students.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere would you like to speak? And you\u2019ll do it yourself; I\u2019m not holding you up while you speak.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere will be a dais. Ah. Here!\u201d<\/p>\n Niers was pointing. On cue, a pair of [Soldiers] were dragging forwards the little wooden dais Niers liked to use to speak to people on a level. Perorn trotted forwards, and Niers hopped onto it. The crowd, murmuring, went still, and the students looked up.<\/p>\n Perorn saw the moment of disappointment. The Titan was a speck from afar, and he landed on the dais lightly. His teachers spread out behind him, some notable [Strategists]. Perorn felt most of the eyes go to her, and the murmur spread again.<\/p>\n \u201cFleethoof.\u201d<\/p>\n And where was the Titan? Invisible. Barely noticeable. Perorn knew Niers hated that. But as the Titan walked forwards onto the wooden platform, six feet up in the air, he cleared his throat. And then his voice was louder. And then the Titan of Baleros really appeared. Niers spread his arms and roared.<\/p>\n \u201cCitizens of Daquin! Thank you for your patience!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n His voice boomed<\/em> down the plaza. The sudden sound made his audience jump. Perorn winced and wished she could plug her ears. Niers stood on his platform and looked at his students. They stared up at him.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd my students, thank you for your patience. I realize many of you know why you\u2019re here. It\u2019s my custom to play a little game between my former students and current ones. Hide-and-seek. A children\u2019s game, a Fraerling\u2019s life.\u201d<\/p>\n He chuckled as the audience shifted, not sure if they should laugh.<\/p>\n \u201cThis game is meant to teach you what it is like to be alone. Cut off from your forces. Isolated. But more than that, it\u2019s a test of wits. Are you better than my former students? Can you seize victory from them and claim the prize? And yes, the prize is real. To anyone who wins, I\u2019ll answer any question of your choice. There\u2019s also wine; I enjoy a drink, so the lucky student who fulfills the game\u2019s requirements first will share a few cups with me in my quarters at their leisure.\u201d<\/p>\n The students stood straighter hearing that. Perorn saw many eyes light up. So it was true! There were rumors, but they hadn\u2019t known. She looked at Niers.<\/p>\n Any question in the world. Any question at all, the Titan of Baleros will answer. Truthfully. <\/em>She saw Teura and the other two [Mages] from Wistram shifting behind her, watching. Perorn knew how Wistram operated\u2014she imagined that any of the [Mages] would have given a finger to be in the student\u2019s place. Come to that, Perorn might have competed herself if given the chance.<\/p>\n Any question\u2026the students fell silent as Niers raised a hand. He was tiny, but now you could see him clearly, even three hundred paces away. It was like he was larger, or perhaps distance stopped mattering. There he stood. A little man dressed in tiny clothes. With a hat. But you couldn\u2019t look away. And he occupied your view. He stole the attention of a city. The Titan of Baleros. He should have been born a giant.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is the game. I\u2019ve played it for decades now. With my first students. And though you\u2019re hardly the last, I\u2019m no less excited to see how you fare than I was the first time. More so today, in fact. Because you know what\u2019s coming. Many of you have made preparations. Some of you may have laid traps, or forged alliances, or prepared artifacts, spells\u2014some<\/em> might call that cheating. I would not. You know what I would say: you\u2019re preparing properly given the situation!\u201d<\/p>\n There was a chuckle from his students. One of them, Yerranola, whooped<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s no such thing as cheating, Professor!\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling laughed along with the others.<\/p>\n \u201cOnly in chess, Yerra. But you\u2019re right. In this game, as you know, I\u2019ve set only one rule: no one gets hurt. And by hurt, I mean, no one dies or suffers permanent injury. You can knock someone out, put them under a [Sleep] spell, use confusion magic, illusions\u2014I draw the line at shooting someone in the legs with arrows because accidents happen, and blood\u2019s so damned hard to wash away\u2014but everything short of that is fine. So cheat away. You\u2019ll need to.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked around. Now the air was vibrating. Perorn felt it, and she had to stop herself from shifting on the spot. There was excitement in the air. She looked at the students, many of whom she\u2019d taught herself. They were all nearing the end of their time here. Some would become [Strategists], others officers like [Captains]. Many had the classes; they were ready to lead armies. To fight. And yes, to die. But they wouldn\u2019t die easily. Some would become legends in their own right. And none of them would have made it here if they didn\u2019t have the will to win<\/em>. They stared up at the Titan, waiting impatiently. But Niers wasn\u2019t done. He glanced up at the sky for a second. Waiting for something?<\/p>\n \u201cAs is customary, I have my seeker prepared. And it is a former student of mine. They\u2019ll be taking command of my soldiers in the city. The Forgotten Wing company has about a thousand soldiers here, very happily being paid to take part in the game. Or paid, at least.\u201d<\/p>\n He gestured to some of the soldiers standing in the square. There was a cheer from a few of them until a [Captain] shouted at them. Niers waved the [Captain] back with a relaxed hand. The soldiers had cheered for him, not the students, Perorn knew. They were, in fact, giving the students very expectant<\/em> looks.<\/p>\n \u201cMy soldiers deserve their fun. They like money, but being paid to catch a bunch of students who might fight back and draw them into traps is not<\/em> what I would call a fun vacation, even if they\u2019re not fighting. So aside from the luxury of being able to crack a few of my best students\u2019 heads\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Another chuckle from the soldiers.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014I\u2019m offering them an incentive. For each student they personally catch and subdue, and they do have to subdue<\/em> you, the soldier or group earns ten gold pieces. Per student, if that wasn\u2019t clear.\u201d<\/p>\n That<\/em> provoked a moment of silence from the students, and a huge cheer from the soldiers. Neither group had been expecting that. The citizens of Daquin, caught between the conflicting emotions of worry and elation, decided to cheer as well. The Titan winked; you could hear it in his voice even if you couldn\u2019t see it. From behind him, Perorn imagined his delighted expression.<\/p>\n \u201cJust something to incentivize both sides. But I have two more surprises\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n His students groaned, but they had expected that. Niers scowled at them.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be so upset just yet. Before my seeker arrives, let me first clear up a misapprehension you might have all had. There are, I note, very few guests outside of Daquin\u2019s illustrious citizenry. Splendid as they might be, this is somewhat of a mediocre turnout given the past visitors who normally sit in on these games, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n There were nods from the crowd as the illustrious citizenry tried to figure out if they\u2019d been insulted. Niers pointed around, and Perorn saw he was right.<\/p>\n Normally there were a lot of people who\u2019d gather for something like this. [Diplomats], visiting dignitaries, [Commanders] of companies, and their entourages\u2026but this time the gathered audience was incredibly small. Just a few [Mages] and some small-time mercenary leaders. Perorn wasn\u2019t sure if the students were relieved or disappointed. Venaz was clearly heartbroken. Niers waited until the murmurs had died down, and then went on.<\/p>\n \u201cFear not. Especially you, Venaz. You have your audience. And they\u2019re watching already. Or haven\u2019t you noticed our guests from Wistram? They are here\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed back towards Teura and the other [Mages].<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014And around the city. They will be stationed on rooftops, in the streets, to follow you no doubt and watch the games. And if you hadn\u2019t forgotten, that means something else. Or has Liscor taught you nothing? The King of Destruction? Ah, I see you\u2019ve already figured it out, Wil. Umina, good, Merrik\u2026try not to throw up, lad.\u201d<\/p>\n As if he were in class, Niers began pointing out students in the crowd. The rest struggled for a beat to catch up to what the Professor meant. Then Perorn heard a gasp. She shifted and looked back at Teura. The half-Elf met her gaze, and Perorn knew that, for a second, her face had appeared on a scrying orb. Not just one. Or even ten. And not just in Wistram. But in every building with a [Mage] to catch the signal, in every mansion with a scrying orb willing to catch the spell that was sent out\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cHold the spell.\u201d<\/p>\n Archmage Feor spoke dreamily as he stared into Perorn\u2019s face. Fleethoof herself. The aged half-Elf stroked his beard. She was older than when he\u2019d met her last. It felt like a moment ago. And for the half-Elf, not much had changed. He was old. Far older than Perorn.<\/p>\n But she was a Centaur. He was part immortal. Feor closed his eyes. He remembered a fiery mane of hair, a Centaur with no limp who had fought with him on Rhir. It had been two decades since then. Perorn was in her fifties, and he\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cArchmage, we have over four hundred contacts. And more requests are coming in. Should we\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n A [Mage]\u2019s voice spoke behind Feor, strained. He looked back and saw nearly fifty [Mages] of Wistram linked in the magical circles they\u2019d drawn. They needed no tactile connection; they sat or stood as they pleased, and there was food and drink enough to keep them linked and more [Mages] on standby. Once the connection had been fully established, they could move about, even perform mundane tasks. It was only at this moment as the image of the Titan spread across the world that all those present struggled with the enormity of the spell.<\/p>\n \u201cBroadcast the image to anyone who requests it. Add connections slowly. This isn\u2019t a race.\u201d<\/p>\n Feor spoke sharply, annoyed by the intrusion into his memories. He saw the [Mage] nod and turned back to the image in the scrying orb. Niers Astoragon had replaced Fleethoof. A tiny man, but Teura must have amplified her vision. He appeared in the orb, and Feor saw a flash of darkness as Teura blinked.<\/p>\n \u201cThere must be a better way to record the images. Perhaps with an artifact, as young Aaron suggested.\u201d<\/p>\n Feor mused to himself. He listened as Niers spoke as crisply as if he were in front of Feor. After all, the concept of recording an image and sound wasn\u2019t anything new. [Mages] had known how to do that for years. But sending the same signal across the world? Creating a\u2026network? Even that wasn\u2019t an entirely unheard of idea. But for entertainment? That<\/em> was new.<\/p>\n The Titan looked around. He turned his head, and Feor\u2019s heart jumped as Niers Astoragon met his eyes for a second. The Fraerling spoke, in a whisper magnified to a shout.<\/p>\n \u201cThe world is watching.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n From Wistram to Terandria to Izril. From the King of Destruction, staring into his marble-sized scrying orb, to Lady Magnolia Reinhart, drumming her fingers and having Ressa note some of the students, to Wall Lord Ilvriss, sipping wine in his home and watching with a critical eye.<\/p>\n [King] Raelt stared into the scrying orb his servant, Geril, had fetched for him out of their armory. It was slightly dusty, and his daughter was getting in the way.<\/p>\n \u201cJecaina, please move back. I can\u2019t see.\u201d<\/p>\n The nobles of Terandria sipped wine and scarfed down rich foods in the courts. Monarchs of lands not embroiled in war watched, some enviously, others with idle interest, others picking faces out of the crowd. The Quarass of Germina watched, drumming her fingers on her throne, a child witnessing something she had seen in the past, but in a new way.<\/p>\n The Emperor of Sands waited, reclining on silk cushions. The Blighted King stood in his war room, glancing at the orb only now and then, impatient, speaking with his [Generals]. The leaders of Baleros watched, the Seer of Steel with patience, the Bannermare with jealousy, and her mother with disdain. A thousand pairs of eyes. Then two thousand. Ten thousand\u2014[Merchants] in their shops. Adventurers in their camps. Students in Wistram\u2019s lower levels crowded into rooms. Cognita. Az\u2019kerash. Greydath.<\/p>\n A Dragon slept through it all.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Daquin shook. The city trembled, and Umina\u2019s knees went weak. She stared up at her teacher as he stood on the dais. Her eyes travelled to the [Mages] behind her. And through their eyes, she imagined a hundred thousand, no, a million souls were staring back. At her. At the city. At him.<\/em><\/p>\n The entire world was watching the Titan\u2019s game. Umina began to hyperventilate.<\/p>\n The students shook. Some cried out. Others gasped. A few were just silent. Someone fainted. Umina looked to her right. Marian had gone still, her mouth half-open. Yerra\u2019s grin had frozen on her face. Cameral was muttering.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course, we knew it was a possibility. But we didn\u2019t think\u2014for a game? But if it is the Professor\u2019s game\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Umina looked up. Venaz had turned into a statue. The Minotaur gulped twice; she saw his throat move. Then he coughed.<\/p>\n \u201cHmf. W-well, it\u2019s only fitting. Appropriate, even. No, the more who witness my triumph, the better!\u201d<\/p>\n But even he couldn\u2019t hide the tremor in his voice. Wil was muttering on Umina\u2019s left.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to do my best. I can\u2019t be caught. I can\u2019t fail. I can\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Feshi breathed in and out, looking calmer than Jekilt. He was lying on the ground, passed out.<\/p>\n \u201cI wonder if my tribe can see me?\u201d<\/p>\n She waved a paw experimentally. Umina opened her mouth and felt her stomach roiling. Forget calm! This was\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cAttention.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The word was like a bucket of water. Jekilt jerked, and his hooves moved randomly for a moment. Marian started breathing again; Umina felt her terror subside. Everyone looked back at Niers, students, soldiers, and citizens alike.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be nervous. It\u2019s just the world.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan laughed. No one laughed with him. They stared at him, a tiny Fraerling perfectly at ease. Then everyone remembered. He was the Titan of Baleros. And suddenly, the stage seemed fitting for him, if no one else. Niers Astoragon walked forwards. His eyes found his students. Not just Umina and his private class. All of them.<\/p>\n \u201cIf this is enough to scare you, how can you call yourselves my<\/em> students? Look at you. This is the world. This is everyone. Your enemies. Your employers. Your allies. [Kings] and [Queens]. Monarchs. They are watching. And look at you. Why are you shaking?<\/em> It should be with excitement. You may never have a chance like this again. This is your chance to show what you can do in the eyes of the world. This is my gift to you. A stage to create your legend.\u201d<\/p>\n His words swept across his audience. They stopped shaking. And they looked up and realized he was right. They might never get a chance like this again. Umina\u2019s claws clenched. She heard Venaz growl.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMy people are watching me. I will not<\/em> let them down!\u201d<\/p>\n A rumble went through the crowd. Niers raised a hand.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. A stage fitting for legends to be made. But that only applies if the challenge is appropriate. So. Students. Audience\u2014across the world. I know my trivial game of hide-and-seek might not interest you. But a game is only as good as the players. On one side you have my students. But for a game worthy of this moment, for legends to be made, I call upon a living legend.\u201d<\/p>\n He raised a hand, and Umina heard a drumbeat. It rolled through the air. The people looked up. Another beat echoed. Niers spoke over it.<\/p>\n \u201cFor this year, I have but one seeker. Although, I understand he has brought some of his company. To find my students as they try to hide, I give you one of my oldest students. He has come from the north.\u201d<\/p>\n Thump.<\/em><\/p>\n A drumbeat echoed through the air. Umina felt it roll off the buildings. Where had it come from? Behind? Ahead? She looked around wildly.<\/p>\n \u201cHe won this game in years past. And though his company has many demands of him, he agreed to seek. You may know of him as the second-in-command to the Iron Vanguard. Equal in rank to the Titan of Baleros.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina\u2019s neck snapped around. No.<\/em> She heard a laugh. Cameral was laughing. The Dullahan stared up at the Professor, but Niers wasn\u2019t laughing.<\/p>\n Thump.<\/em><\/p>\n It was coming from the harbor. Umina looked towards the sea. There were buildings in the way, of course. She wouldn\u2019t\u2014<\/p>\n Thump.<\/em><\/p>\n Her heart skipped another beat. There, above the two-story buildings was something. A\u2026piece of wood. And below it, canvas. No, cloth, dark grey. A sail.<\/p>\n But from so far away? And the buildings\u2014the harbor! There was only one kind of ship large enough to be seen from this distance. A warship. And then Umina saw it wasn\u2019t just one. She counted.<\/p>\n Six<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cOne of my oldest students. Some may call him my finest.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan\u2019s voice was faint, for once. The drumbeats kept echoing. Growing louder. A rolling beat. Like thunder. And now Umina heard something else.<\/p>\n Footsteps. Marching, the sound of hundreds, thousands of feet striking the ground in rhythm. No\u2014not just heard. Felt. Was the ground shaking?<\/p>\n \u201cMove back, soldiers.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers pointed. Umina saw the Forgotten Wing soldiers near one entrance of the square reacting, grabbing at their weapons; they looked up at the Titan\u2019s voice and backed up. Fast.<\/em><\/p>\n Here they came. A wailing horn blew. The drums began to beat faster and faster. And the first rank of Dullahans marched into the square.<\/p>\n Dullahans wearing steel.<\/em> Marching five abreast, moving in perfect formations, in two columns. They spread out, moving into two wings at either end of the other side of the plaza, across from Niers. They moved in step, their armor gleaming.<\/p>\n Thump. Thump.<\/em><\/p>\n Like the beating of her heart, now. The drums pounded, drowning out all sound except for the marching Dullahans.<\/p>\n Then Umina saw a column of riders pass between the wings of infantry. Their spears were raised. They rode forwards, and the students backed up. The Dullahans marching on the ground suddenly stopped for a moment.<\/p>\n Then Umina saw some huge <\/em>Dullahans stride forwards. Male and female, their armor as black as night, their heads secured to their bodies and covered by dark helmets. The Midnight Shield. <\/em>Invisible in the darkness. Unstoppable in battle.<\/p>\n Elites of the Iron Vanguard.<\/p>\n And they flanked a figure who walked among them, at first invisible. But as he moved forwards, they spread apart, and his armor shone. Silver and brilliant. A color beyond chromatic. He carried his head under one arm, and Umina felt her heart skip a beat as she saw him. She was beginning to worry she had a medical condition. Well\u2026her heart problem was called the Professor.<\/p>\n And like that, the drumbeats stopped. The Dullahans came to a halt. The two columns flanked him as the riders formed an interior wall, holding up their spears. The Midnight Shields passed underneath, and he walked through ranks of his soldiers. The students parted; they couldn\u2019t help it. Umina saw him pass by as the Dullahans in black armor passed bare inches from her. She saw dark skin, hair as pale as ash. Eyes as silver as his magical armor.<\/p>\n Niers\u2019 voice was quiet as he spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cMy students, please welcome your opponent for these games. Or rather, opponents.\u201d<\/p>\n More and more Dullahans fell in behind him, filling the plaza. Not all Dullahans; here came a platoon of Lizardfolk. [Mages]. Adventurers, moving out of synch with the rest. Niers looked down at the Dullahan in shining armor who strode towards him. The [Strategist] came to a halt as his soldiers parted. He walked forwards and raised his head.<\/p>\n The Titan bowed slightly. Then he looked around. His eyes found the [Mages] of Wistram, pale and silent. The petrified citizens of Daquin. The waiting Dullahans. Perorn\u2019s burning gaze as she stared at the Dullahan, Niers\u2019 former student. And then Niers looked at his students. He smiled slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cThe second-in-command to the Iron Vanguard. My former student. A victor of this humble game in years past. You may know him as Tulm the Mithril.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n She knew he was coming. The instant Niers had said the Iron Vanguard, Perorn had known who it had to be. Their second-in-command. The [Strategist] who commanded the entire Great Company. The one answerable only to the Seer of Steel. The most legendary [Strategist] on the continent short of the Titan.<\/p>\n He marched with his army as they filled the plaza. Unlike Niers\u2019 soldiers, who had stood to attention, the Dullahans marched in perfect formation. Their armor gleamed<\/em>. But it was him that Perorn was looking for. She only realized he was there when she saw Dullahans moving.<\/p>\n The [Soldiers], the citizens of Daquin, even the students like Cameral bent as he appeared. They knelt, removing their heads like helmets, turning them up while their bodies bent down. To look. To stare. It was unconscious. And even among Niers\u2019 soldiers, the Dullahans bent.<\/p>\n They couldn\u2019t help it. Unlike Niers, he <\/em>didn\u2019t hold back his presence. He didn\u2019t hide it. Tulm didn\u2019t hide who he was.<\/p>\n There<\/em>. A flash of metal. A color brighter and somehow deeper than silver, a radiance you couldn\u2019t find in common metal. Magic, wrought into armor. His entire body was made of it. Worth more than any [King]\u2019s ransom.<\/p>\n Mithril.<\/em><\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril. Perorn felt a shudder run through her body. Her back right leg screamed<\/em>. She reached for her sword and then caught herself. Then she felt the crushing presence.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t just the Dullahans. Behind the Titan, the ranks of teachers and Perorn felt it. Like a weight on their shoulders, a pressure. Compelling them to kneel.<\/em><\/p>\n There were [Kings] without this kind of force. Perorn looked to her side. A Lizardwoman gritted her teeth. She was a [Brigadier General] over Level 30, but she was still sweating. By her side, a Gnoll\u2019s knees were buckling. Perorn growled at him.<\/p>\n \u201cSteady.\u201d<\/p>\n The others looked at her. They locked their legs. But as he drew nearer, the pressure grew stronger.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s\u2014like the last time I saw him\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n A Drake gasped. His scales were pale. Perorn stared at the approaching Dullahan. Exactly like the last time they\u2019d met. She had to fight not to grab her sword, to charge him. She raised her voice, ignoring the drumbeats.<\/p>\n \u201cHold your ground. If one of you bends a knee, I\u2019ll run you through myself!\u201d<\/p>\n The others tried. But they were slipping. Out of the corner of her eye, Perorn saw one of the Wistram [Mages], the Centaur, kneel. None of the students were breaking, but it was close; he was only directing his aura at them!<\/em> Perorn bit her lip.<\/p>\n \u201cNiers.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan turned. He\u2019d been staring at his old student. He saw his teachers, his people struggling. He stared at Perorn and then looked forwards. His gaze locked with the approaching Dullahan.<\/p>\n \u201cKneel? You are my [Strategists]. Don\u2019t you dare.\u201d<\/p>\n That was all he said. But at once, the pressure on the group behind him lifted. Perorn saw the Lizardman stumble and felt the weight lift off her shoulders. She stared at Tulm the Mithril, then at Niers. He still had a ways to go. Would it be appropriate to\u2026?<\/p>\n No. But he didn\u2019t deserve it from her. Perorn broke ranks. She trotted forwards to Niers and bent over to whisper.<\/p>\n \u201cYou called him.<\/em> Are you mad?\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan looked up at her. He spoke quietly; amid the beating drums, Perorn would be surprised if anyone else could hear, listening spells or not. The Wistram [Mages] were still pinned by his<\/em> aura, anyways.<\/p>\n \u201cNot yet. But you can see why I didn\u2019t tell you who was joining the game. You would have refused. Foliana certainly did.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn\u2019s hands clenched. She pawed the ground, staring at the Dullahan. He was looking at her. Her and Niers, his former teacher.<\/p>\n \u201cIf I had any notion\u2014what are you thinking?<\/em> That Dullahan? He\u2019s\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She bit her lip. He was Niers.<\/em> If the Titan was the most famous Fraerling in existence, Tulm the Mithril was an equivalent existence. Niers raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Centaurs have you, don\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHorseshit. <\/em>He\u2019s the second-most important figure in the world to Dullahans outside of the Seer of Steel. If he\u2019s to Dullahans\u2014you might as well bring Archmage Nailihuaile here from Wistram, and the Bannermare over here as well!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did ask. They both declined. Which surprised me in both cases. You know how they like to cause a scene.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn glared down at Niers. He and his student were engaged in a staring match, and neither one was blinking as the Dullahans marched towards him. The students were parting in front of the Dullahans like sheep in front of wolves.<\/p>\n \u201cYou did ask, didn\u2019t you? I shouldn\u2019t have expected anything less. This is cruel. Even for you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy? This is just a game. A game of hide-and-seek. I just chose a good opponent.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan spoke dreamily. Perorn stomped<\/em> a hoof, and he looked up. Fleethoof stared at the Titan. And Tulm the Mithril closed on them.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was the one who took away my leg. Why did you bring me here, Niers?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers Astoragon looked up. A tiny man. Then he looked at Tulm the Mithril, leading an army into the city. Perorn saw him smile bitterly. And she remembered how he felt about his student.<\/p>\n She thought nothing he could say would stop her from leaving. From attacking or\u2014but she was wrong. The Titan of Baleros looked up and gave Perorn a slight smile.<\/p>\n \u201cTo have a good day.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n They met in silence. The Midnight Shield slowed, and the armored Dullahans paused about twenty feet in front of the Titan. To get any closer might as well be an act of war. Trust only ran so far.<\/p>\n Then again, he was as dangerous as his escort. More so. Tulm the Mithril walked forwards. Niers waited for him. He could hardly leave his wooden pedestal. By his side, Perorn tensed. Her eyes locked on Tulm, and her arm strained as it didn\u2019t quite<\/em> reach for her sword hilt.<\/p>\n Tulm paid no attention to her. He was staring at Niers. He halted a few feet before his old teacher. Niers Astoragon gave him a bow. First. And it was a proper bow, not a simple nod of acknowledgement. It might have meant nothing to non-Dullahans. But Perorn and the Iron Vanguard watched. And there was an imperceptible shift in the ranks of the Dullahans behind Tulm.<\/p>\n Satisfaction.<\/em> Perorn followed Niers\u2019 example, gritting her teeth. Tulm waited a beat and then bowed back. It was a perfect copy of the Titan\u2019s bow. Then he straightened and spoke softly.<\/p>\n \u201cAre we equals, then, teacher?\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn tensed<\/em>. It was the same voice! The same tone, even. But Niers held up a hand, and the [Galewinds Strategist] held herself in check. He answered casually, in a tone that was almost playful.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t see how I can look down on you anymore. You\u2019ve grown up, Tulm. Your armor\u2019s quite nice.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan had put his head on to bow. Now he took it off and held it under one arm. His head spoke back, eyes looking Niers up and down calmly.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you\u2019ve said before.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid I? Time plays tricks on me. The last time we met was across a battlefield, wasn\u2019t it? I didn\u2019t congratulate you on your victory, then.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. You did not.\u201d<\/p>\n The two stared at each other. Niers bared his teeth. You could charitably call it a smile. He held out a hand, politely indicating the furious Centauress next to him.<\/p>\n \u201cMay I introduce Perorn? You recall her.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm\u2019s silver gaze flicked to Perorn. She spoke one word, infused with over a decade of\u2026everything. Her back right leg had stopped hurting. It felt as good as the moment it had before he\u2019d hamstrung her.<\/p>\n \u201cMithril.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFleethoof.\u201d<\/p>\n They met gazes once. And then both looked away. Any longer and one would have gone for their weapon. Perorn had a curved shamshir.<\/em> Tulm wore a mace made of mithril, enchanted to hit like a sledgehammer. But his true weapon was a halberd. Niers clapped his hands together as if neither Centaur nor Dullahan were imagining gutting the other.<\/p>\n \u201cI see the hosts of the city are getting nervous. Tulm, as the reigning champion of hide-and-seek, I hope you can win without turning half the city to ash this time. Hopefully your advanced experience and levels means you can seek without destroying.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked sardonically at Tulm, and the Dullahan turned his head back to Niers. He smiled coldly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is not my intention. But tell me. Why am I truly here, then, teacher?\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling gave Tulm a blank look.<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t read my message.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI read your message.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt specifically stated that this was my competition\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm leaned forwards. He raised his head to meet Niers and spoke flatly.<\/p>\n \u201cYou called me here. Over two thousand miles, with a letter sent into the heart of the Iron Vanguard\u2019s mightiest stronghold with highest priority, by one of the best Couriers in the world. As if it were a declaration of war.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope it didn\u2019t bother the Seer of Steel unduly.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm didn\u2019t blink. He stared at Niers, as if his old teacher were a puzzle to be unraveled. With an axe.<\/p>\n \u201cYou had to know it would throw all of Baleros into chaos. The other Great Companies and half the continent waited to see what your letter meant. All this, for a child\u2019s competition.\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling [Strategist] shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat can I say? I like my games. And you must agree, this time is different.\u201d<\/p>\n He gestured to Teura and the other [Mages], who were trying to eavesdrop and finding their spells were unraveling around the trio of [Strategists]. All they could do was stare and let their viewers try to read lips. Incidentally, the price of those with lip-reading Skills or the talent had gone up exponentially in the last few minutes. Tulm shook his head with his hands.<\/p>\n \u201cThe world now looks through a hundred thousand eyes. Do you fear it? I thought you would rejoice, teacher. But you look disturbed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI enjoy Wistram\u2019s company, Tulm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh. I see. So is it just<\/em> for this that you called me? More sport, my greatest of teachers?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers paused. He stepped forwards, to the edge of his little platform, and Tulm bent forwards. Niers smiled with his teeth until the two were very close, and then both turned their heads away from the three Wistram [Mages] slightly. The Titan whispered up at Tulm the Mithril while still smiling as the silent crowd watched.<\/p>\n \u201cTulm, are you trying<\/em> to annoy me by calling me teacher every two seconds?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you going to continue avoiding my question? Teacher?\u201d<\/p>\n The two stared at each other. Tulm spoke softly.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you want me to crush your new students in front of tens of thousands, I will. And I will show them exactly what the difference is between me and them. A harsh lesson, even for children. You could have sent Fleethoof against them if you wanted to test their mettle. I will not be so kind. You tempted me here, but I do not intend to play your g\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He paused. The Dullahan stared down at Niers Astoragon. The Fraerling\u2019s face was too tiny for anyone but Tulm and possibly some of the Midnight Shield to see clearly. And he was grinning. He was giving Tulm a grin from ear to ear, his eyes as wide as they could go, his teeth bared. Unblinking.<\/p>\n The Dullahan and Fraerling stared at each other for one long minute. Then Niers spoke, his eyes still opened as wide as could be.<\/p>\n \u201cGo ahead and crush them. I want you to try.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm hesitated. He looked down at his former teacher. Niers stared up at him. And the expression on his face.<\/p>\n You could call it a smile. He spoke very slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cTry.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Umina had thought the Professor couldn\u2019t surprise her any further. After the Wistram [Mages], she thought his reveal might not surprise her. But he had. He always did.<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril. Here he was. Out of the blue, as if Niers had summoned him. A Dullahan wearing armor made from a metal rarer than gold. A magical substance. Mithril.<\/em> The kind of gear a Gold-rank adventurer would jump for joy to obtain. And his armor was all made out of it. It wasn\u2019t an alloy. It shone with an inner light. But it was the Dullahan\u2019s face Umina couldn\u2019t take her eyes off. As he walked towards the Titan, putting his head on his shoulders, she stared at his back.<\/p>\n The second-in-command of The Iron Vanguard. The greatest [Strategist] of the Dullahans.<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril.<\/em><\/p>\n Umina\u2019s head was ringing. In a trance, she saw Tulm bow slightly to Niers. She saw him look up at Perorn, and saw her reply. He was speaking\u2014she didn\u2019t hear any of it\u2014it wasn\u2019t meant for the audience to hear. Like everyone else in the plaza, Umina was transfixed. Then Tulm the Mithril turned and he squashed her.<\/p>\n Just like that. Like a bug. The Dullahan ran his gaze across the students and smashed them flat. With just a look. Umina knew there was an incredible gap between her and the Professor. But Niers Astoragon was the kind Titan of Baleros, her teacher. Tulm the Mithril was\u2014<\/p>\n Terrifying.<\/em> It felt like he was reaching into Umina\u2019s chest. She couldn\u2019t breathe<\/em>. She was supposed to fight that?<\/p>\n Marian was shivering as she held Umina\u2019s arm. Venaz had frozen in place, his arms still folded. Umina looked around, for anyone who could\u2014she couldn\u2019t meet the Dullahan\u2019s eyes<\/em>! Cameral was still kneeling. Feshi was growling, biting her lip, looking down. Yerranola was making retching sounds in the back of her throat.<\/p>\n And Wil? He looked sick, but he met Umina\u2019s eyes as she glanced at him. He nodded slightly. He\u2019d known! How? There must have been clues. The Professor had probably left hints, but only Wil had picked up on it. No wonder he\u2019d looked sick. How was he going to\u2014how was she<\/em> going to\u2014<\/p>\n Oh, Nagas save me. I\u2019m going to embarrass myself in front of the entire world. I wasn\u2019t prepared for <\/em>this!<\/p>\n Forget hide-and-seek. Forget that it was a game. No matter what they played, it was unfair. There he was, standing at the head of an army<\/em> of Dullahans! There had to be at least another thousand in the square! And him! Umina took another glance and shuddered.<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril. One of the greatest pupils of the Titan to have ever left his school. He\u2019d beaten his teacher on the battlefield. He\u2019d crippled Fleethoof\u2019s leg. He\u2019d killed Goblin Lords, brought armies to ruin, and leveled one of the oldest Lizardfolk cities in the world in a week-long siege. They said he could destroy a Walled City if his company were to ever come to Izril.<\/p>\n They said he\u2019d killed a Dragon. Dragons were just a myth, a distant rumor. But they said he\u2019d killed one. And a myth stood in front of them now. The students in the plaza looked down. They shook. If Niers had shouted \u2018begin!\u2019, half of them wouldn\u2019t have even known what he meant. All thoughts of the game were gone from their heads. Before the game had begun, they\u2019d lost.<\/p>\n \u201cAhem. Thank you, Tulm. You know how to make an entrance as always. My students, citizens of Daquin, and\u2026everyone else, I introduce your seeker: Tulm the Mithril. I won\u2019t forestall the game any longer. Without further ado, let me tell you the conditions of the game.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina looked up dully at Niers as his voice echoed through the square. He wanted to talk about the game?<\/em> His voice was just a distraction from Tulm as the Dullahan stood on the Titan\u2019s left, Perorn on his right; Umina couldn\u2019t meet his gaze, but she couldn\u2019t look away from his armor. It was hypnotic. Painful. Traumatizing.<\/p>\n \u201cThe rules are simple. You know them well. You hide. Those who are caught and subdued\u2014firmly subdued\u2014have lost. They may not rejoin the game even should they break free. To \u2018win\u2019 this game, one need only refrain from being caught. But that isn\u2019t true victory, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers chuckled. There was no response. Without missing a beat, the Titan went on.<\/p>\n \u201cTo be the first to win this game and claim the prize, the rule is simple. You will all leave and have half an hour to hide within the city. My soldiers and the Iron Vanguard will lock down the gates and harbor. And indeed, they will continue guarding the gates and harbor thereafter, but the rest may be deployed by Tulm as he wishes to find you all.\u201d<\/p>\n Stop talking. It doesn\u2019t matter.<\/em> Umina focused on Niers. She couldn\u2019t get his voice out of her head. It was writing itself into her memory, despite the oppressive feeling of Tulm\u2019s presence. Part of her whispered\u2014was Niers using a Skill, too? If so, Tulm had the stronger presence.<\/p>\n \u201cPay attention, please. I will not repeat myself. And you will all be running anyways. Because to be the first to win, you must simply return here<\/em>. To this area of ten feet around me.\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling waved a hand.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll outline the area with chalk or rope. It needn\u2019t be precise. But simply return here, by magic or air, force or treachery, and you win. Naturally, Tulm will attempt to keep you at bay as best he can. But the one who reaches me first wins. Simple as that. If no one arrives by sundown, well, there is no victor. Those who escaped till the end will have won a small victory, but not the full prize. Is that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n It was. And Umina would have rejoiced before, because she could have won. But not against him. Silence fell as Niers waited for a response. And one came from Tulm himself. The Dullahan spoke softly, and like Niers, his voice was amplified.<\/p>\n \u201cTeacher. Do your students have the heart for your game? It seems my presence has dismayed them.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm\u2019s voice was dry, deeper than Niers\u2019. And commanding. Oh, yes. Calm and cold precision filled every word, and it made the raucous sound die away at once. Tulm the Mithril looked at his old teacher. Umina shuddered. He was right. But Niers Astoragon just looked up at his former student and shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, are you suggesting I cancel my game, Tulm? I quite enjoy it. And my students wouldn\u2019t have come all this way to forfeit out of hand, surely.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked around. And his students tried to answer him, but Umina\u2019s jaw was locked. She saw Venaz clenching and unclenching his hands, sweating. Tulm looked around. Umina stared down as the eyes swung towards her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt would be embarrassing, certainly. But I look around and think you overestimate this generation, teacher. Can they answer me? Even one? Without you to bolster their courage with a Skill, that is.\u201d<\/p>\n He swept his gaze over the crowd again, at the paralyzed students, at the kneeling Dullahans. And Umina saw the flash of challenge in his eyes before she looked at her feet. So that was it. He wanted to embarrass Niers. If the Titan didn\u2019t use a Skill to fight back, they\u2019d be crushed. And his game would end. So he\u2019d be humiliated in front of a watching world.<\/p>\n And it would be their fault. Hers. Umina strained, but she couldn\u2019t force her head up to meet Tulm\u2019s gaze. She tried. She saw blood running down Venaz's leg as his fingernails dug into his flesh. But he didn\u2019t say a word either. And what could Niers do? All he had were words.<\/p>\n \u201cThey cannot answer me, Teacher.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey can.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan\u2019s voice snapped in Umina\u2019s ears, but it was fainter now. He\u2019d stopped using a Skill. She saw him, tiny, in her peripherals. Tulm was looking at him. But Niers wasn\u2019t looking at his student. He spoke loudly, without a Skill. With just words.<\/p>\n \u201cYour trouble has always been that you rely on Skills and levels, Tulm. And yes, you have as many levels as any two of my students combined, most likely. So what? My students will answer you. Not for my sake. But because I\u2019ve set the stage.\u201d<\/p>\n Look up. Look up! He\u2019s waiting for you!<\/em> Umina fought. She heard a groan from Marian. But her neck didn\u2019t move. Niers went on. And suddenly, his voice was burning. The lighthearted, conversational tone he\u2019d used all this time was gone. He spoke louder, even angrily, like he would when he was shouting from his lectern, at Venaz, at her.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cA watching world. A secret answered. Victory over their peers. And you, Tulm. Who some call my greatest student. Tulm the Mithril.<\/em> The most famous [Strategist] on the continent besides myself. Perhaps you don\u2019t know why I called for you. It\u2019s because I can\u2019t attack my students without mercy. But you can. Is it unfair to put untried children up against you? Of course. But if life were fair, what would be the point of striving? So I\u2019ve given them this. My gift. A challenge for them to rise to. If they cannot, they aren\u2019t the brave young people I see every day. If they can\u2019t, I should retire here and now. Because they can.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She still couldn\u2019t do it. Umina was biting down so hard she felt her lip bleeding. Niers\u2019 voice sang in her ears as Tulm pressed down.<\/p>\n \u201cMy students exist to surpass me. One of them will, someday. They surprise me every day. I refuse to believe levels would hold them back. I refuse to believe a simple Skill<\/em> could keep them silent. When my students graduate, they will take their places on the battlefield. And when they fight, <\/em>they will take their opponents to the depths of hell, be it an Archmage, a Lord of the Wall, the King of Destruction, or Tulm the Mithril himself.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina looked up. Shakily, past Tulm. Her ears were ringing, but she heard Niers above it. She would have heard him if she were deaf. He was looking around at his students. From face to face. He was looking straight at Umina.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are afraid. I would expect nothing less. You\u2019re not fools. But don\u2019t let history stop you. Don\u2019t let names or fame hold you back. You may be students, but you\u2019re my<\/em> students. Someday you\u2019ll clash with legends. Someday, perhaps, you\u2019ll be my opponent. And that moment will be the same as this. When that day comes, there\u2019s no excuse I can give you, or you to me. There\u2019s no saying that you weren\u2019t ready. So. Here is your opponent. Do you have the courage to face him?\u201d<\/p>\n Click<\/em>. Umina felt her teeth meet. She spat blood. Then she stood straighter. She drew in a breath of air. But he shouted before her.<\/p>\n \u201cI do, Professor!\u201d<\/p>\n Wil raised his hand. He bellowed the words at the Dullahan soldiers, at the others, and at Tulm the Mithril. That bright gaze fixed him, but Wil didn\u2019t step back. He was only looking at Niers.<\/p>\n \u201cI can. Give me the chance and I\u2019ll win.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe too!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina shouted. She saw the silver eyes staring at her, but she stared at the mithril armor defiantly.<\/p>\n \u201cIn a game of hide-and-seek. In a war game. Across a chess board. I\u2019ll take on any opponent. I\u2019ve played the Titan himself and won.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n A murmur ran through the crowd. Then a roar.<\/em> Umina jumped as Venaz raised both arms.<\/p>\n \u201cI am Venaz, from the House of Minos! I challenge you, Tulm the Mithril! I\u2019ll take the Titan\u2019s prize, my oath on it! Bring forth the entire Iron Vanguard and I swear our class will still claim victory.\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed towards the Dullahan. Tulm blinked. And like that, the spell broke. Marian reared up, and uttered a war cry that came from both lines of her heritage. Feshi howled. And the students stood up and screamed their answer from a thousand throats.<\/p>\n Umina was already yelling. Venaz bellowed louder than the others, but Marian was shouting next to him. The people of Daquin watching from their windows and roofs shouted as well. Centaurs stomped their hooves, and Lizardfolk shrieked. Dullahans pounded their armored hands together. They were shouting down at the students. At her<\/em>. Umina realized she was raising a hand. And the Titan was looking at her.<\/p>\n Wil. Umina. Venaz. Marian. Feshi. Jekilt. Yerranola. Cameral. Xelic. Merrik. Tefret. Over two hundred and fifty students shouted and cheered. And Tulm the Mithril watched. At last, he turned to Niers.<\/p>\n \u201cSo it seems we have a game. But tell me, teacher. You told me I had a reason to participate. And I see no opponent worthy of my<\/em> striving.\u201d<\/p>\n His gaze passed contemptuously over Venaz. The Minotaur roared and slapped his chest. The Dullahan was speaking loudly, but even his voice was nearly drowned out by the cheers. They were endless. And despite Tulm\u2019s presence, he had no sway over the crowd.<\/p>\n His armor shone. And he\u2019d brought an army to hunt for him. But the Titan of Baleros had called them his students. He had dared them. And for him, they could at least hide<\/em> from an army.<\/p>\n In this moment, if he shouted \u2018charge\u2019, they would have fought the Iron Vanguard there and then. But the Titan wasn\u2019t so bloodthirsty. This was just a game.<\/p>\n Yet the stakes had never been higher. They were for pride. Pride in their teacher, and truth. And then the Titan added to them. He spoke, his voice echoing down the winding streets and across the port waters.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is quite true, Tulm. And I suspect there are few things you could ask that the Seer of Steel wouldn\u2019t be able to answer. Or you yourself. So this year, and in honor of our audience\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He shot a sardonic glance at the [Mages] from Wistram.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026and yourself, of course, I\u2019ve decided to add another incentive. To the student who reaches me first, in addition to the usual reward, I will give them a suitable gift from my vaults. A prize unlike any other, from the Titan of Baleros. My oath on that. And if you\u2019re not satisfied, you may take any sword, and piece of armor, any artifact you wish short of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n His words cut off at the second roar of sound. Umina gaped. Any weapon?<\/em> Short of one of the best artifacts. But the Forgotten Wing company had an armory any Gold-ranked team, no, any Named Adventurer<\/em> might drool over! And a personal gift?<\/p>\n Tulm\u2019s arms were folded.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd if I catch them all? Before sunset?\u201d<\/p>\n He glanced pointedly up at the sun, still rising in the sky. Niers smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cIf no student reaches me, then I suppose I\u2019ll owe you a gift.\u201d<\/p>\n He met Tulm\u2019s eyes again. The Dullahan stared at his teacher. Then he turned his back.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd that justifies my journey? The presence of my company?\u201d<\/p>\n He gestured at the waiting soldiers. Niers spoke with a silkily smooth voice at the back of Tulm\u2019s head.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. It will be suitable. Even for Tulm the Mithril. A gift even the Seer of Steel would envy. You have my word on that. If you wish, I\u2019ll give it to you publicly. With a bow wrapped around it.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm turned his head on his shoulders. This time, the silence was profound. Everyone\u2019s mind was racing.<\/p>\n What kind of gift would impress Tulm the Mithril? <\/em>And then a thought hot on the heels of that\u2014what will I get if <\/em>I win?<\/em><\/p>\n Niers shattered the silence with a clap of his hands. Which, magnified by his spell, was like the sound of rocks shattering. The crowd jumped as the Titan faced forwards.<\/p>\n \u201cWell then. Enough wasting time. Dead gods, we\u2019ve spent far too long on this. Everyone knows the rules. Students! You have half an hour to hide. No one else is allowed to move from this plaza. This game ends at sunset. Or when someone reaches me. Begin.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n This time, Niers didn\u2019t bother clapping his hands. He just stood in place. The students stared at him. The Titan\u2019s eyes twinkled.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s seven seconds already elapsed. My, you\u2019re all confident.\u201d<\/p>\n And then they realized the game had begun. Umina whirled. She saw Venaz glance at the sky.<\/p>\n \u201cNearly\u2026nearly\u2026damn!\u201d<\/p>\n The students nearest the edge of the plaza were already turning and running. Umina saw a Centaur leap over<\/em> the heads of the crowd nearest him; a Garuda took wing. The Lizardman she\u2019d spotted earlier slipped past a line of Dullahans; his Dwarf friend didn\u2019t bother and charged through<\/em>, knocking several to the ground.<\/p>\n \u201cRun for it!\u201d<\/p>\n Yerranola was the first to run in her class. She leapt up<\/em>, bounding up over the heads of the other students and then sprinting faster than Umina had ever seen her go in her life! The Selphid had to be Rampaging! Already?<\/p>\n \u201cWatch for the Dullahan [Mages] everyone! I think\u2014haekcho!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Feshi bounded after Yerranola. She was sneezing hard, and Umina saw one of the Dullahans was pointing at their group. The others looked like they were waving their hands. A spell?<\/p>\n \u201cNo spells during the hiding phase!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Niers bellowed, and the Dullahans stopped at once. His words provoked the rest of the students to take off. And desperate alliances were forming even in the chaos.<\/p>\n \u201cCameral, team up!\u201d<\/p>\n A Dullahan girl snapped at Cameral. He fastened his head to his shoulders as he ran, thudding past Umina. She looked around desperately; now everyone was shoving to get free. Venaz hurled a Drake aside as he ran for the nearest alley. Umina\u2019s head searched left and right. Where was\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cMarian!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She shouted desperately. Someone seized her from behind. Umina shouted, but Marian flipped the Lizardgirl onto her back.<\/p>\n \u201cHold on!\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress had done a quick circle to gain momentum. Now she galloped ahead at full speed. The students ahead of her could get out of the way or be trampled. The Centaur shouted as Umina clung to her midriff.<\/p>\n \u201c[Rapid Retreat]!\u201d<\/p>\n She accelerated<\/em>. Umina felt wind blast her in the face and saw the Centaur shooting towards a group of Dullahans from the Iron Vanguard. They took one look at her and scattered, abandoning their formations. Marian raced down a side street, a three hundred foot dash in three and a half seconds. She slowed as her Skill ended\u2014but the ground still flashed past Umina. She screamed at Marian.<\/p>\n \u201cGo straight! We\u2019re going to the harbor!\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur raced ahead. A few students made it onto their street as Marian raced down it; some stopped where they were, looking for nearby places to hide. Others took off, going as fast as Marian and Umina. But not too far. Because victory lay behind them. It waited with the Titan as he laughed, waiting for his students to best the Dullahan standing to his left. His students ran with his words echoing in their ears.<\/p>\n They would be back. And they were going to win.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cIt seems I\u2019ve fallen into your trap once again, Professor. This feels\u2026nostalgic.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril stared at the flurry in the courtyard. He spoke absently, bitterly. Almost\u2026fondly.<\/p>\n The Titan paused in waving at some of his staff to look back at Tulm. But the gaze the two shared was anything but nostalgic. Niers reached into his bag of holding and pulled out a tiny folding chair. He sat down on it.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan slowly turned his head on his neck to stare at his former teacher. He stared at the chair. Niers pulled a stool out of his bag of holding and put his feet up. Behind him, the [Mages] of Wistram stared, capturing the scene for the world to see. The Titan, the running students. It wasn\u2019t a war. It wasn\u2019t important<\/em>, but at the same time, it was.<\/p>\n The world watched. Perorn was glad none of the [Mages] were looking at her, though. The huge smile on her face was uncharacteristic as it was smug. Tulm glanced at the Centauress, then slowly put his head on his shoulders.<\/p>\n \u201cMy own fault. But this game is still mine. If you want a winner\u2014I will win. I have three thousand soldiers if you permit me to command your forces.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do. And pull the crew off those six warships while you\u2019re at it. Fill the streets if you want to. Use [Mages]\u2014I\u2019m sure you can get some to teleport in to help you out. Excuse me, I asked for a lime <\/em>drink. Something properly sour. No sugar, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling frowned at Councilman Ulli, who\u2019d hurried over with the drink in one claw. The Fraerling frowned at the drink, which was in a thimble and still the size of a bucket for him.<\/p>\n \u201cTerribly sorry, Lord Titan! I\u2019ll get you, uh\u2014a fresh lime right away!\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardman turned red. Niers waved at him genteelly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not a race, Councilman. Oh, and while you\u2019re at it\u2014a Centaur\u2019s seat for Perorn unless she wants to watch somewhere else. And a drink? Tulm, will you have anything?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd I\u2019ll watch somewhere else. Best of luck, <\/em>Mithril.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn stared at Tulm\u2019s back. He ignored her, and the Centauress stormed off. Niers waited for his lime, reclining and watching the Dullahan. Tulm spoke absently at last.<\/p>\n \u201cIf Fleethoof cheats\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He turned and raised a hand. The thimble bounced off Tulm\u2019s palm, and the sweet limeade trickled down the mithril. Tulm shook his hand. Niers sat back down. Tulm waited a beat.<\/p>\n \u201cIf Perorn or any of your people cheat, the world will see. But you brought those [Mages] here for that reason, didn\u2019t you? I think I\u2019ll decline your offer. My ships stay where they are and my crews likewise. None of your students will leave the harbor or the gates. I intend to catch them all, and the water won\u2019t hide them. First Armor Captain.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSir.\u201d<\/p>\n A Dullahan, one of the Midnight Shields, stepped forwards and pounded on their breastplate. It was impossible to tell whether they were male or female with their helmet on. Tulm nodded towards the ranks of Dullahans.<\/p>\n \u201cSend word to the fleet. Every [Soldier] aside from the ship crews is to disembark once the thirty minute window has passed. Each warship will hold the harbor entrance and allow no one through; I want spotters watching the waters. The [Mages] will begin setting up wards\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated and then glanced at the Wistram [Mages] before eying Niers briefly. The Titan looked up from accepting a second drink.<\/p>\n \u201cThimble? I have no idea, Ulli. You know where they get to. Maybe it fell down? Thank you. Nice and sour.\u201d<\/p>\n The mithril-clad Dullahan frowned at the Wistram [Mages]. They were edging closer, and a few more were hovering on the outsides of the plaza.<\/p>\n \u201cFocus on anti-teleportation spells at once. I want each entrance to the plaza sealed and watchers on the rooftops. [Mages] with net spells. No one will reach the Titan by air, ground\u2014have a [Mage] begin sending signals through the earth to check for tunnels. And each squad is to activate anti-invisibility and anti-illusion countermeasures\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He stared as Niers sat back. There was a bowl of candied nuts on his left, enough to feed the Titan for about a week, and some sliced fruits on his right. Niers leaned further back in his chair and sighed. Then his head came up, and he blinked at Tulm.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? I\u2019m waiting for the game to start. Don\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll let you know when you can leave the plaza. Want some snacks? I could play a game of chess to pass the time.\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned. Tulm stared at him expressionlessly, then turned. The Dullahan [Captain] followed him, already giving out orders. Niers drew his sword, sliced off some banana on his right, and took a huge bite. He sipped at his drink, sighed, and looked around.<\/p>\n The Iron Vanguard was spreading out in formation, and his soldiers were hopping to Tulm\u2019s orders. The citizens of Daquin were being moved out of the way by the seekers, and some had gone to their houses. Others were staying out for a better look, even if it meant being clubbed by accident. Niers raised his voice and shouted as he spotted some of Wistram\u2019s [Mages] casting spells he recognized.<\/p>\n \u201cNo [Mage] leaves the plaza until the time\u2019s up! You with the wand over there! Try to leave with that [Invisibility] spell on and I will have you tarred and feathered as a sideshow!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The [Mage] jumped, and the citizens of Daquin cheered. Niers sat back as the [Mage] hurried out of the crowd. He looked around and caught Tulm staring at him again. Niers waved. The Dullahan\u2019s expression never changed, but he turned around. And what was Perorn doing? Talking with what looked like a [Merchant]. Why?<\/p>\n Ah. Bookkeeping. The Titan waved a hand and made a signal; one of his Selphid [Spymasters] approached, with a sugar cube.<\/p>\n \u201cGet me our [Diviner]. We did bring one, didn\u2019t we? I want to know the odds as they come in, and any conversations we can intercept. Oh, and get me the good wine. My stock, and don\u2019t let anyone stop you. Perorn can have it over my dead body.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAny bets, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m afraid Wistram would notice. No. Just interception.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Spymaster] nodded and vanished. Niers laughed. He sat back, had a drink, and gestured for Teura to approach. No chair for her, though; she could bloody well stand. The Titan smiled as he watched the world focus in on Daquin and his students. It was going to be a very fun day.<\/p>\n For him, at least.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Luan stared at the city in the distance. He checked his map again, but Venaz had told him the name enough times. The City Runner, or rather City [Rower], stretched in his small single scull. He was already limbered up, to be honest; he\u2019d gotten up early, had a stamina potion, and rowed out here from the neighboring port city hours ago. He\u2019d been waiting all this time to go in.<\/p>\n Now Luan almost wished he\u2019d ignored Venaz and gone in sooner. Because the sleepy harbor of Daquin had exploded with activity. First a few galleys had appeared, and one larger ship, and had sailed into the harbor. Not too bad; it could have been a [Merchant] group, but Luan had spotted armor on too many of the crew. But he would have still bet he could escape all of them if need be. And he was going in, so what was the worry?<\/p>\n The worry<\/em> was the six gigantic warships that had appeared out of the blue and charged into the harbor. Each one was massive<\/em>, and their crews were all Dullahan. Luan had been prepared to row for the horizon, but there hadn\u2019t been any sounds of fighting. Just a few horns, those damned loud drums, and now\u2026silence.<\/p>\n But something was going on in the city, Luan was certain. The South African man checked his heartbeat. Too fast, but he was nervous. Again he debated cancelling, but his reputation was on the line. So were fifty gold coins. So he just held his breath and checked the sun.<\/p>\n \u201cAlmost time. Almost time\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The little bag of holding was clasped firmly between his knees. Luan eyed the warships. They\u2019d set up a perimeter around the harbor. That was clear enough. And Venaz had<\/em> warned him something like this might happen. Well, Luan had a few options\u2026the City Runner held his breath. Then he checked the sun, swore, and began to paddle forwards. Slowly at first.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, here goes. Venaz, friend, if I die today\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He looked down at the bright, golden names on his arm.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019d better have that gold ready.\u201d<\/p>\n Then he began rowing for Daquin. Just in time to see the Centaur and Lizardgirl racing across the docks.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Umina and Marian raced down the street. They\u2019d taken a circuitous route, having gone the wrong way out the plaza first. But they were still galloping along, or the Centauress was. Umina clung to Marian\u2019s torso as the Centaur slowed from their sprint, but she was still moving fast.<\/em><\/p>\n Ahead of them were only a few students; most weren\u2019t heading their way, down a slope towards the harbor. Obviously, the Iron Vanguard would be coming from that direction, but a few had taken the risk. Intelligently or not. Umina saw a Drake and Gnoll [Tactician] duo she recognized running down the street. The Drake was screaming at her friend.<\/p>\n \u201cThere should be a cover to the sewers somewhere on the street! Or a drain at least! Where is it? Is it covered beneath the dirt, maybe? Help me find it!\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll shouted at her partner\u2019s back.<\/p>\n \u201cThere aren\u2019t<\/em> any sewers, you idiot! That was your big plan!? I thought you had a brilliant idea!\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake was horrified.<\/p>\n \u201cNo sewers? What kind of a primitive city is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Marian galloped past them. Umina peered over her shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t go too fast! There\u2019s an incline! And take a left down this street! To the port!\u201d<\/p>\n Marian turned her head, breathless, as she galloped.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re sticking to the plan? But the Iron Vanguard\u2019s ships\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo what? There are still others in port! Left!\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur swerved. The two broke out of the street and onto the wooden pier. Umina swore as she saw the Iron Vanguard\u2019s black vessels and grey sails. There were distant figures milling about on the decks.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, hells, <\/em>Umina! They can see us from the harbor!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBack into the buildings, then! Use the smaller ships at the docks as cover! Pretend we\u2019re going back!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina dropped from Marian\u2019s back. The two raced back behind a building and then came out, low to the ground, blocking their view of the Iron Vanguard\u2019s warships with one of the smaller trading vessels anchored at the docks.<\/p>\n Marian panted; her withers were streaked with sweat. On a Centaur, that meant the part of her body where her humanoid torso met the horse part of her body. Centaurs had weird anatomy. But Marian had raced across the city faster than almost anyone else, proving why her species was unmatched on the plains. [Knights] on warhorses were dust compared to Centaurs on the charge.<\/p>\n \u201cThis had better work, Umina. We\u2019ve got\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTwenty minutes left. We\u2019re fine<\/em>, Marian. We can do our fallbacks! Just hold on\u2014hey! Hey, up there!\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardgirl had led them to the side of a ship. Now she called up cautiously. There was a second, then a scuffle, and then a [Sailor] poked his head over the side. His eyes widened as he saw her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019re you doing? And what in the name of krakens is going on in the city!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHaven\u2019t you heard? The Titan\u2019s game of hide-and-seek is going on!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina hissed up at him as Marian gulped for air. She felt silly putting it that way, but the [Sailor]\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course, we heard about that<\/em>, but\u2014Captain! Vexula! Ronny! Get over here!\u201d<\/p>\n More [Sailors] appeared on the edge of the ship. Umina wished they wouldn\u2019t be so obvious about it. They blinked down at the two [Strategists] huddled up against the side of their ship. One of them narrowed her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cHang on. Don\u2019t I know you\u2026? What\u2019s this about the city? We know the Titan\u2019s having some kind of game, but where did those warships<\/em> come from? That\u2019s the Iron Vanguard! Is the city under siege or something?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Tulm the Mithril is taking part.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Umina shot a glance over their shoulder. Every second they spent\u2026she waved at the [Sailors], one of whom looked like a [Captain].<\/p>\n \u201cHey. We\u2019ve got a favor to ask. My friend and I are trying to win this thing, but the Iron Vanguard\u2019s going to be unloading soldiers in moments and searching the city! Mind if we hide in your ship? Please?\u201d<\/p>\n Marian stared at Umina. She mouthed silently, something along the lines of \u2018that\u2019s your plan?<\/em>\u2019 But the [Sailors] just blinked at each other. Then one nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course! Let us get a rope! We\u2019ll haul both of you up on the sly. Hey! Get those crates in the way! We\u2019ll smuggle you two below decks, and if any landlubber asks\u2014well, no one\u2019s getting on our ship, Great Company or not!\u201d<\/p>\n The crew instantly went running. Marian blinked at Umina.<\/p>\n \u201cHow did you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardgirl just grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cKnow your audience. Remember the crowd? Look.\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed. The first [Sailor] was already back. And as the others tossed down a harness used for horses for Marian, the Centaur noticed what had made Umina pick this ship. The crew, with the exception of Ronny, were all Lizardfolk.<\/p>\n \u201cUmina, right? You\u2019re doing us proud! The Titan\u2019s personal class! You\u2019d better win this one for us!\u201d<\/p>\n The [Sailors] congregated around the two as they helped lift Marian, hiding them as the two disappeared below decks. Marian was following Umina shaking hands and touching tails as she smiled. The Centaur stumbled as she went down the cramped and, to her, very narrow stairs; she was breathing harder even though the below decks were quite spacious.<\/p>\n \u201cWe need a hiding place. Can we move your stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure, sure. Need a hand?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust tell us when the Iron Vanguard moves in! And in the name of Nagas, don\u2019t act suspicious!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust don\u2019t act unnatural! Get drunk or something!\u201d<\/p>\n The [Sailor] brightened up and headed upstairs. Marian looked at Umina as the Lizardgirl checked the hold.<\/p>\n \u201cWe don\u2019t have nearly<\/em> enough to take on Tulm the Mithril\u2019s soldiers. Your tripvine bag won\u2019t work on the elites, Marian. We need a better plan and fast.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve got gold. And some stuff in my bag of holding. Is the world\u2026rocking to you?\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur replied faintly. Umina glanced up.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re on a ship, Marian.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Centaurs don\u2019t like being at sea. Or boats. Or small<\/em> spaces, Umina.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBear with it until we can go, Marian.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe could go now. There are better hiding spots.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian danced in place nervously, then felt ill. Umina sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. We hide here, at least for the first hour.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut if someone gets to the Professor before us\u2014don\u2019t you want to win?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardgirl paused. She met Marian\u2019s eyes, and there was a fire there that made the Centaur forget her sea\u2014her harborsickness for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cI do. And we\u2019re going to win, Marian. But we need intelligence on how Tulm is moving. How many soldiers are on each street, whether he\u2019s concentrating his forces or spreading them out\u2014anyone who rushes the plaza right off will get caught. We need to wait for an opening.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut if we\u2019re trapped in this wooden