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Trissiny led Arjen in a wide loop, charging directly at two mounted Riders who were approaching her column from the left flank. Two wand shots sparked off the shield of light surrounding her; when she didn’t so much as slow, both Riders peeled off and bolted for a nearby farmstead, just visible in the distance. Under the moonlight, flashes of lightning flickered among the buildings, and she spared a prayer for the residents and whatever elves were helping them. This was war, though, and strategy was strategy. She couldn’t afford to be diverted.
“I was afraid they were gonna go for the troops once they realized they weren’t making an impression on you,” Gabriel said as she trotted back to them.
“Better-trained soldiers might have,” she said, pushing down the urge to object to this disorganized chain of stragglers being called troops. “All right, men, form a line! Wands up at all times. Whatever happens, you will stay in step with the men to your left and right. You do not charge forward under any circumstances, and don’t retreat unless I call for it. Keep an ear out for orders to fire, but for the most part, I want you to fire at will! Don’t wait till you can see their eyes; we aim to herd them inward, not to cut them down here. I’ll be ranging ahead to scout and deal with problematic individuals. I am protected by Avei, but I would appreciate it if you’d try not to shoot me.”
She galloped Arjen up and down the line as she called orders, almost despairing at their slow, disorderly progress toward getting lined up, some of them chuckling nervously at her last comment. They got there, though, not as quickly as she’d hoped but faster than she’d feared, and their final line was suitably straight.
“Uh, ma’am?” called a man toward the right flank as she came abreast of him. “Does that mean you don’t want us to shoot to kill?”
“This is war,” she said grimly. “People die. The men who started the war have no right to complain. Don’t hesitate if you have a good shot, but no one is to break ranks and pursue. Is that clear?”
An uneven chorus of “Yes, ma’am!” sounded from up and down the line. Trissiny gritted her teeth, keeping her expression under control. They were not ready. This was war; people would die, and her soldiers—to use the word as loosely as possible—were terrifyingly vulnerable. No matter the situation was by no means her fault, their deaths would weigh on her.
“Goddess, grant us your favor,” she whispered, and not as a formality; if the goddess of war didn’t lend her support to this enterprise, it was not going to end well. Bringing Arjen around, she came to a stop in front of them, at the center of the line; directly ahead was the central street of Sarasio.
“The company will advance at a walk!”
Gripping weapons, they did so.
“All right, lads,” Ruda called out, stalking back and forth behind the line of men with her rapier in hand. She had declined the offer of a wand. “I could make a speech, but fuck it, we’ve got shit to do. You know what’s going on, and you know what’s at stake. We’re gonna stick to Trissiny’s plan, and that means you stay. In. Line. We move forward or not at all; we move together or not at all. You keep your wands up and if you get a bead on any asshole in a white cloak, you burn ’em down! This is the line of death for them; we want them to know that getting too close is a non-starter, because let’s be honest, this group is not gonna stand up to a cavalry charge. So we make sure no such charge happens! Nothing on horseback gets close enough to run us over without being a burned-out husk, is that clear?”
She exchanged a grim look with Toby while the men called out their agreement, then shouldered through the line, placing herself in front of them and looking into the town. Sounds of battle and flickers of lightning sparked at the edges of the outskirts, but at their approach, the two small groups of Riders harassing the nearest farmsteads had turned tail and run. They had a clear path into Sarasio.
Ruda looked over her shoulder at her troops, and grinned. They were staring forward, hard-faced, gripping weapons. Now this was a fine sight. These prairie folk were no Punaji, but once properly motivated, they weren’t going to take the Riders’ abuse lying down. She was born to lead men like this into battle.
“All right!” she called, brandishing her sword overhead and bringing it down in a flashing arc to point at the street. “Gentlemen: let’s fuck ’em up!”
The farmer averted his eyes from the discharge of lightning, grimacing, but when he raised the smoking tip of his staff, the horse was dead. It had been the only kindness they could offer the beast, which had broken two legs in the fall. Turning, he picked his way back toward the others, carefully avoiding the streaks of ice that marred the grass, one of which had brought the Rider to grief. It was plenty warm even at this late hour; the ice was steaming in the prairie air, already melting away. Good; the ground could use the water, and he limped hard enough without slipping on fairy magic in his own front yard.
Now, in addition to the talkative ball of light zipping around, there was an elf standing next to his daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say the situation is under control,” the elf was saying as he rejoined them, leaning on the staff. “However, the prospects are optimistic. The Hand of Avei is executing a workable strategy which, if successful, will bring an end to the Riders in Sarasio.”
“What strategy?” the old man demanded, keeping his weight on the staff and off his aching hip as much as possible.
She turned and bowed to him. “The men who attended the meeting in town are dispersed at the northern and southern edges, sweeping inward and pushing the Riders before them. My people have fanned out along the flanks to prevent them escaping that way. We will surround them in the center of Sarasio and finish them here.”
“Hnh,” he grunted, rubbing his chin. “Sounds pretty solid.”
“It is!” chimed the pixie, bobbing up and down. “Trissiny is great with plans, she knows all about war!”
“Agreed,” said the elf solemnly.
“Welp, seems to be all settled here,” the old farmer said, straightening up. “You’ll need every warm body you can get to herd ’em up proper. Which way next?”
“Oh no you don’t, Gramps,” Lucy said firmly, keeping a grip on the toddler, who was gazing raptly at Fross and trying to grab the pixie. “There’s no way you’re goin’ out there on that bum leg.”
“Girl, I been protectin’ this land since before you was a gleam in your daddy’s eye! If the men are finishing off the Riders, I ain’t about to sit this out.”
“I fear it will not be possible for anyone to sit it out,” the elvish woman said, turning her big, serious eyes on him. “The operation is aimed at controlling chaos, but chaos has a way of escaping. For exactly that reason, it makes more tactical sense for you to remain with your farm, elder. You have demonstrated your prowess with that weapon; lacking mobility, you better serve the effort holding this ground.”
He growled, searching for a flaw in her argument, but Fross chimed in before he could speak.
“All right, well, I’m still pretty mobile! I’m gonna head upward and see where they need the most help. Be careful, everybody! I’ll try to come back if you run into trouble!”
She shot skyward with a soft chime, leaving the humans and lone elf staring after her.
“Friendly little glowbug,” the old man said, then looked over at the dissolving patches of ice. “Scary, though.”
“Here they come,” Gabriel noted unnecessarily, raising his wand alongside the rest of the men in line. Trissiny nodded, her eyes fixed on the five mounted figures which had burst out of a gap between buildings. The townsfolk had reached the outer edge of the city, almost coming to the point where she would have to rearrange their formation to get them through the streets—a logistical mess to which she was not looking forward. Now, the Riders wheeled down the central street straight at the line.
Several of the men in their path shied backward, but at Trissiny’s roar of “FIRE!” lightning flashed forward from a dozen wands and staves, striking one down, glancing off the flank of another’s horse and causing the panicked animal to bear him to the ground, and making a third wheel and bolt back into the town.
She mentally added “poor shots” to her list of reservations about the men she was leading.
Two still came, though. Identical as they looked in their hoods and cloaks, Trissiny knew the one in the lead was one she’d met before.
“HOLD FIRE!” she shouted, and urged Arjen forward.
At her approach, glowing like the sun, the fourth Rider wheeled around and galloped back into the town. The leader, though, kept coming right at her, controlling his mount with his knees and taking aim with both wands.
The light he shot at her was more intense and more direct than most of the lightning bolts she’d seen hurled about this night. Also, he used it with a lot more technique. One wand kept up a veritable spray, hitting her shield hard in a roughly circular area around her face, nearly blinding her; Trissiny felt the impacts as if in her own limbs, that region of the glowing shield weakening and drawing more power to compensate. Then it got worse: a much more powerful single bolt smashed right into the center of the targeted region. Then another.
He had fought light-wielders before, clearly. Over time, assuming she did nothing, the technique would wear through the shield until she took one of those hits directly. Matters were different, though, with the two of them barreling at each other at top speed. Arjen whinnied and tossed his head, clearly understanding the danger; Trissiny did a quick calculation in her mind. Her shield was failing. She was seconds from getting within sword range. Was it enough time?
Arjen lowered his head, and Trissiny raised her metal shield as her divine one shattered under a last bruising wandshot. Raw energy struck; the impact physically rocked her, and she felt the shield grow warm, felt a moment of real fear. That shield was ancient, not made to stand up to modern energy weapons.
Then the shield itself glowed gold. It had been forged before mass-produced wands were even dreamed of, but a shield given to the Hands of Avei had been meant to withstand curses, dragonfire and all the perils of the Age of Adventures.
She closed with the Rider, and bashed him with the shield in passing. He tried to wheel his horse around; Arjen followed with astounding agility, but he was a huge creature built for power and the Rider’s leaner mount proved more agile. Trissiny managed to bring her sword into play, but only felt the slightest snag as its tip nicked the Rider’s shoulder in passing.
Then he was vanishing back into the warren of dirt streets. She watched after him for a moment before turning Arjen back to rejoin her troops, who greeted her with cheers and brandished weapons. A few wands were even fired skyward in celebration.
“If they’re spread as thinly as the elves have suggested,” she said, “they can’t have enough manpower concentrated in one place to do that too many times. Luckily they tried it here instead of against Ruda’s line.”
Gabriel grinned up at her. “I’ll refrain from telling her you said that.”
Teal panted slightly as she came padding up out of the darkness on bare feet. “How’re we doing?”
“Apparently we are meeting with some success,” Shaeine replied, nodding to the elf who had arrived moments before to deliver a terse report. “Both lines have entered the city proper, and been slowed considerably by the need to navigate the streets, which presents obvious challenges. Only two Riders have slipped through the blockade; one was brought down by elven warriors, and Fross is pursuing the other as we speak.”
“The Hand of Avei just broke a Rider charge aimed at her lines,” said another elf, arriving out of the darkness. “One Rider slain, another dismounted and apprehended by our scouts. We don’t find a similar concentration of them anywhere else in the town. They have evinced no signs that they are in communication; it’s not clear yet whether the entire group realizes what is happening.”
“Good,” growled one of the humans nearby. They were a mixed group, standing at the western edge of Sarasio: a small, constantly rotating roster of about half a dozen elves kept coming and going, relaying information before darting back out to gather more. About twice their number of townsfolk had been gathered, all armed; most of Sarasio’s men having gone to the meeting and now forming the main battle lines, these were the leftovers, those rescued from beleaguered outer farms. More than half were women, the rest a mix of elderly and adolescents of both sexes, all armed.
“I suggest we press forward,” said the elven warrior who had remained alongside Shaeine throughout the night. “The battle enters a new phase as it enters the town, and it will not do to be left behind.”
“Sounds good,” a middle-aged woman with a staff slung over her shoulder said, nodding. “C’mon, everybody. You see anything in a white cloak, blast it.”
The group moved forward in a loose formation, elves fanning out to scout ahead and cover the flanks, townsfolk forming a rough line behind them. Shaeine walked in the rear, Teal falling into step behind her.
“Have you seen Juniper?” Teal asked.
The drow shook her head. “Not since we parted ways at the edge of the forest. I confess I worry more for her than any of our other compatriots; she is resilient, but we have seen her vulnerability to lightning. I can only trust that she knows how to take care of herself.”
“I guess we’d hear about it if anything happened to her,” Teal agreed, nodding. “Naiya apparently isn’t the subtle type.”
They slowed slightly, the outer buildings of the town looming ahead.
“You approached on foot,” Shaeine noted.
“Ah…yeah, I figured it’d be best not to startle the locals any more than we can help. On that note, I see you’ve been sticking by the other elves.”
“It seemed wisest,” Shaeine agreed with a faint smile. “Though after the initial shock wears off, I have been offered no hostility as yet, once I show myself to be allied with them. These people are admirably pragmatic.”
“Yeah…” Teal swallowed. “I hate that it had to come to this.”
“As do I,” Shaeine said quietly.
“I just… I know sometimes you can’t talk things out. It just seems like fighting in the streets is a failure.”
“I think you’re right on both points. Many failures have led to this disaster… But the situation is what it is. It can no longer be solved with words. Our best hope is decisive action, to prevent the crisis from dragging itself out further.”
Teal nodded. “I guess I’m fairly well invincible, but… Still. I’ve never been in a… I mean, it’s still terrifying. The though of losing… Someone I’ve come to care about.”
Shaeine looked at her and smiled gently. “I know.”
They had come to a stop, the others moving ahead at a very careful pace now. Teal swallowed, and took one of Shaeine’s hands in her own. The drow glanced down in apparent surprise, then lifted her gaze with an inquisitive look. Teal took a short but deep breath and leaned in closer.
The first naked emotion she had ever seen on Shaeine’s face descended: shock. The drow jerked backward, pulling her hand away. “I think there has been a miscommunication.”
“Oh,” Teal said weakly, going deathly pale. “Oh, I… Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t… I don’t…”
“It’s all right,” Shaeine said evenly, turning and gliding forward with her normal serenity firmly in place. Behind her, Teal gulped, allowing her own misery to show on her features for a moment before getting it back under control.
“I… Sorry, Shaeine, I don’t want—”
“It’s past,” she replied, her tone even and very nearly curt. “We needn’t discuss it.”
They reached the streets in silence.
At the rear of the group, Teal cleared her throat. “Seems quiet here. I’m gonna find where the trouble is and help.” There was a rush of flames the sound of beating wings, and then a fiery figure soared over them, vanishing beyond the rooftops.
One of the elves glanced over at Shaeine with a wry half-grin. “Smooth.”
She glided past him without response.
Toby straightened, helping a young man to his feet, the glow of healing around him subsiding.
“My thanks, friend,” the lad said with a smile. “Ah… I mean, sir. Mister. Your, uh, paladin-ness.”
“Toby’s fine,” he replied, grinning.
“Nice horse!” Ruda said cheerfully as two men calmed the rearing animal. Two others were roughly hog-tying the Rider who had been knocked from the saddle by a low-hanging sign he had tried to ride under to avoid their group after seeing all the wands pointing his way. “Maybe I should keep one a’ these. Course, I’d have to learn how to ride it…”
“We’re doing well,” said a voice from above. No matter how many times it happened, the soundless appearance of an elf made most of those present jump and aim their weapons. The slim woman now perched atop the general store sign continued, ignoring this. “Your pixie friend has brought down the last Rider to evade the blockade; all those still in action are within the town, being herded toward the center. Most are now dismounted; that flying demon has been chasing them down and scaring the horses into bucking them for the last fifteen minutes. She seems oddly reluctant to fight.”
“Yeah, that’s no surprise,” Ruda said, nodding. “Teal’d never forgive her for getting blood on her claws. How’s the formation overall?”
“Uneven and prone to buckling,” the elf said with a smile, “but impressively effective. Your friend Trissiny makes good plans.”
“I was afraid of that,” Ruda said sourly. “There’ll be no living with her now.”
Another form dropped from above, earning another round of curses, jumps and pointed weapons, but she similarly ignored this, making a beeline for the young man who had recently been injured.
He saw her at the same time. “Thassli!”
The two met in the middle of the alley and embraced, while the nearby men and elves averted their eyes, embarrassed, and Ruda grinned unabashedly.
“Hi, Jason,” Thassli said finally, pulling back enough to cup his face in both hands.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said.
“I told you, love, you just have to be patient.” Someone coughed.
“I can’t be patient anymore.” Taking both her hands in his own, he knelt before her in the dust. Behind him, Lucas Wilcox clenched his jaw, glaring. “Thassli, will you marry me?”
“What?” She laughed lightly. “Of course not, don’t be ridiculous.”
The silence that fell was awkward to the point of being physically painful. Ruda let out a low whistle.
“I,” he choked. “But…”
“Jason,” Thassli said with gentle reproof, ruffling his hair, “we’ve had fun. You’re a sweet boy, really. But, honestly, if I wanted to tie my heart to a hairy, overly exuberant creature who’ll die just when I’ve had time to get properly attached to him… Well, I could just get a dog, couldn’t I? Now c’mon.” She tugged the unresisting lad to his feet. “The night’s not over. I’ll come find you when we win this. Try not to get killed, eh?”
She blew him a kiss, then kicked off a nearby wall, grasped the overhanging roof opposite, heaved herself lightly up and vanished.
Ruda cleared her throat. “Yeah, well, anyway. On we go, stuff to do, assholes to shoot…”
“I did tell you, boy,” Wilcox said wearily, coming up to stand next to Jason.
“Yeah.” The boy sounded numb. “I heard you, pa. Always said that elf was trouble. I just figured…”
“You figured I had a problem with you carryin’ on with an elf,” Wilcox said, draping an arm around his son’s shoulders. “You don’t listen, boy. I said that elf was trouble.”
“Hell, I told you that,” Robin added from the roof above, causing another ripple of startlement among the men.
“Dammit, will y’all stop doin’ that!” somebody shouted.
“Here.” Grinning ruefully, Ruda handed Jason a bottle of whiskey. He took it in silence, pulled out the stopper with his teeth and took a long pull. “Now c’mon, boys. We’ve still got work to do.”
“Wait,” said Robin, her expression grim. “We’ve got a problem.”
“Hostages?” Trissiny said sharply.
The elven scout nodded, his eyes serious. “Four groups have managed to take them. They appear to have arrived at this plan independently, but as we’ve forced them into the middle of the town, more have met up and consolidated both their forces and their strategies.”
She drew in a long breath and let it out through her teeth. “You have archers?”
“Moving into position now,” he said. “But coordination is a problem. Our strikes would need to be simultaneous, and the Riders are adeptly making use of urban cover to prevent us from getting a clear shot.”
“All right,” she said, then raised her voice, turning to look back at the men following her. They had broken into multiple groups to push forward through the streets, and not all of those she’d set out with were present; those remaining were in a cluster rather than a line now. “Everyone, continue moving forward, but slowly, and do not fire on enemy targets until you are certain they have no hostages.”
“Ma’am?” one said, worry etched on his features. “What if they do? I mean… How’ll we get our people back?”
“If all else fails, we’ll negotiate,” she said flatly. “But before it comes to that, I’ll trust in the elves to pick them off. Now, move ahead.”
They didn’t have much farther to move before joining another group of townsfolk, followed by a third emerging from another alley. The noose had tightened significantly; they were not exactly in the center of the town, more like several streets to the east, but Trissiny sensed at once that they had reached the place where the endgame would play out.
Mostly because of the Riders who were there ahead of them.
She counted eight with a quick scan. Half their number were occupied with holding two young women by the arms, including one Trissiny recognized.
“Really?” Jenny was saying aloud as they approached. “Really? The damsel in distress? Oh, if you only knew how insulting this is.”
“Quiet,” growled one of the Riders, aiming a wand at her face. Jenny shut her mouth, glaring at him. To her credit, she didn’t seem much perturbed by her predicament, unlike the other hostage, who appeared to be on the verge of fainting.
“Not another step,” said the leader of the Riders, his distinctively eerie voice echoing through the street. He pointed one wand at Trissiny, and the other in the opposite direction down the street—where, she could see from her vantage atop Arjen, a large group of townsfolk with Ruda and Toby at their head had just rounded a corner into view. They were proceeding slowly and carefully, clearly having been warned of the situation just as she was, and came to a stop at the Rider’s warning.
More Riders arrived, drifting in from all directions, but now they pressed themselves against walls, under eaves; some kept their wands on hostages, of which there were now four, two more groups having arrived with victims in tow. The rest divided their focus between the two large groups of townspeople and students and keeping weapons trained on the rooftops. Obviously, they had managed to meet and compare notes, and were aware of the intervention of the elves.
Another Rider backed into view, keeping his wand aimed into the alley from which he’d come. A moment later, Juniper emerged, glaring at him. Trissiny’s momentary surge of hope died when two more Riders came right after her, also holding wands on her.
“I really don’t think you want to do that,” the dryad warned.
“Shut it, bitch!”
Trissiny unconsciously raised her sword.
“Enough,” said the leader. Just hearing his voice was like having wet burlap dragged over her ears. “Everyone stand down. Everyone. I want all weapons dropped.”
“And if we don’t?” Ruda called from the other end of the street.
“Don’t be disingenuous,” he replied, shifting his wand to aim at Juniper’s head.
“And then what?” Trissiny called. “Right now, you have a chance of being taken properly into custody and serving jail time. Play that card, and nothing I say or do will stop these men from tearing you to shreds. I may not be inclined to try.”
“I’m sure that will make you feel much better,” he replied mockingly. “Will it bring back the dead?”
Vadrienly landed on a nearby roof with a force that shook the building, slate tiles crunching under her talons.
“There are so many things,” she said, baring fangs down at the group, “that are so much worse than death.”
“I will not warn you again!” The leader raised his voice. “Drop your weapons! NOW!”
Occupied with the tense drama unfolding, Trissiny hadn’t realized what street they were on until the door of the Shady Lady opened and Joe Jenkins stepped out. Riders swiveled to aim wands at him; ignoring this, he calmly strolled across the sidewalk, stepped down into the street and paced forward till he stood at its center.
To his sharply-tailored suit he had added a knee-length leather duster with a matching black hat; he kept his head tilted forward at an angle that hid his eyes under its brim. The duster was belted at the waist, his holstered wands hanging at his sides. His hands hovered just above them.
He finally raised his head, staring directly at the leader of the White Riders.
“Gentlemen,” said the Kid. “Draw.”
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This is up an hour after the deadline I usually aim for; sincerely apologize to my midnight readers. I had a bad combination of technical difficulties and writer’s block. For a while I was worried I’d have to postpone putting up the chapter until tomorrow, but fortunately, my ISP and brain both came through before it got that bad.
Well, it seems nobody’s getting laid in Sarasio tonight.
Good to see. I was worried that the Sarasio Kid was on the other side.
What happened to Juniper though? Did she get overconfident?
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Actually, I would have done the same. Juniper fights in close range and is vulnerable to wands. It makes sense to allow yourself to get captured and then attack them while you’re in their midst where their wands are less effective.
Juniper is an unarmed, very beautiful girl with green hair, she doesn’t seem to be dangerous and unless the Riders know about dryads, they are going to let their guard down with her.
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You think the riders know what happens when you hurt a Dryad? I almost wish he’d shoot Juniper just to see what Naiya does.
“Last time I heard about somebody shooting a dryad, it was killer bees and wasps from one horizon to the other.”
Rafe, chapter 2-21
That could potentially hurt some of the protagonists and kill most of Sarasio. Still, from the point of view of the audience watching a disaster film, it would be interesting.
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With a rush all the white riders reached for pencils and pads, doodling like their life depended on it.
Joe however finished his doodle first, a picture of a dinosaur. The Riders fell over, his quick draw technique simply too fast for them.
And it was a dinosaur, so cool!
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Hahaha. I nearly spit my tea on the monitor when I read your comment. 🙂
Ohmygod…I am laughing für too hard right now….
Overall very nice chapter too.
Aww Shaeine, what are you doing? Was Teal’s display of her affection too public? Were you afraid to face your own emotions? Or would it shame your House if you fell in love with a human/archdemon?
Maybe it’s because I’m shipping the two of them but somehow I find it hard to believe that Shaeine doesn’t have feelings for Teal. Hell, a while ago I had the impression that Teal was only a love song away from getting Shaeine into her bed. 😛
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Yes I was surprised Shaeine didn’t see that coming especially after the conversation with Vadrieny. Must be some cultural thing; hopefully next chapter we’ll get some insight into what she was thinking.
Hah, saying “Draw” when they clearly already have weapons drawn. All like “you already have weapons out, and I’m still going to beat you to the shot.”
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“She was born to lead men like this into battle.”
Apparently the Punaji attitude is real in Ruda. A lot of that sort of bluff and bluster is often cultural pressure, but it appears that Ruda is a real war leader at heart. She has been combative and combat-resourceful before (incident with the bandits) but those were different circumstances. Now let’s see if the attitude sours as she looses people and gets blamed for it. The ‘loosing’ part is almost guaranteed due to untrained troops; the ‘gets blamed for it’ is the curse of leaders everywhere – (s)he who takes the role takes the responsibility.
“toddler…was gazing raptly at Fross and trying to grab the pixie”
That’s an amusing note I didn’t catch on the first read. Toddlers and fast-moving glowing objects…
“The light he shot at her was more intense and more direct than most of the lightning bolts she’d seen hurled about this night. Also, he used it with a lot more technique.”
A practiced wandfighter. Unless Sarasio has hidden depths, that means he came to town to do his takeover, probably with a core group of Riders with him. Sort of roving gang style – go in, control, loot, recruit, go for the next target. But…the Riders were around a lot longer than necessary for those tactics, implying they were inviting a response and/or waiting for something. From everything we have heard, an Imperial response would probably be overwhelming, so then the Riders were waiting on something less than a full Imperial response. The individual members might not have had a long-term plan or exit strategy, but the leader should have. So, it appears there is something else going on, but there is insufficient information to determine what at this point.
The tactic the Rider leader used would probably be effective with other shielded individuals, no matter the shield source. Blind and distract the user, weaken a spot in the shield, and punch a larger bolt through. So the supposition that the Rider had fought clerics before is not necessarily correct, but he has likely fought powered individuals before. Any bets on the guy being on the Archpope’s Adventurer list?
“I think there has been a miscommunication.”
Ouch. Cultural restraint and hiding feelings have some distinctive drawbacks in interpersonal relationships. Teal gets to add yet another elf to the list of “people who should have said something”, even though it apparently wasn’t obvious to Shaeine what was going on. I wonder if Teal will get an anti-elf complex out of this.
“Four groups have managed to take them [hostages].”
An outcome that should have been predicted. Juniper as one of them is not as obvious, but she doesn’t have as much to fear as humans, so perhaps she wasn’t as careful. The range of effective actions available after hostages have been taken is significantly lower.
“Gentlemen,” said the Kid. “Draw.”
I am looking forward to this, but it seems unlikely that Joe will be able to stop the hostage-takers from killing hostages if they don’t focus on him. I presume the plan is for Joe to draw attention while the elven archers work on the hostage-takers. Hopefully, Jenny and Juniper can deal with their own captors, given the opportunity.
On that note, the use of Jenny implies a dimensional framework that does not obviously fit with the rest of the story. There are other dimensions, e.g., Hell, but there are no other implications of a massively-multiple dimension framework. Unless there is a reason to expose that possibility, it looks gratuitous. On the other hand, some gratuitousness is author prerogative.
I do enjoy a little gratuitousness, yes.
However, there is a multidimensionality underpinning this story. I’m yet undecided how much will be explored in the text, as I don’t plan for it to be a major plot point, but the interconnectedness of worlds is a key feature in Tellwyrn’s backstory and in a planned side story featuring Jenny.
As a trivia note relevant to this, the dialogue in TGaB is not translated. Tanglish, the language of the Tiraan Empire, is functionally identical to modern English. Between that and other cultural parallels, there’s a lot of this world that reflects certain others.
As I said, though, it isn’t central to the plot of the story. There will be many little touches like this over the course of the saga, but at present I don’t anticipate exploring it in any great detail. I think one of the key features of a well-realized fantasy world is unexplored territory left to the readers’ imaginations.
On the risk of spoiling a reveal in the next update… I do have a theory about the leader of the Riders.
We have been told about one other wandfighter in Sarasio, the owner of the bordello and teacher of the Kid, who was last seen going out alone to deal with the Riders. The leader of the Riders also uses something to change their voice.
The thing that bothered me with the entire scenario is this: There isn’t a reason to hold an entire town hostage. Those people don’t have any money left, their land isn’t anything special and by not letting anyone leave, they can’t even get to the goods.
If there was something like gold or oil being discovered on land owned by the town or if the land suddendly raises in value because the new railroad will go across it, then I could understand the White Rider’s strategy a little.
As it is now, it looks more like something personal, as if someone has a grudge against the entire town and only wants to make them suffer.
Juniper isn’t really a hostage. Nothing they do to her will permanently end her and hurting her is a death sentence. She’s also much more dangerous than she looks. She could probably disable half a dozen Riders before she can be stopped.
I don’t care much for the use of Jenny, to be honest. She’s by default an outsider to the story and doesn’t really add anything relevant to it.
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I wouldn’t use Jenny in a work intended to be bound in paper and put on shelves. Then again, there are a number of things in TGaB that I personally don’t think are suitable for print publication. To an extent, this project is an expression of my appreciation for Internet culture, in particular its openness, freedoms and interconnectivity. Jenny Everywhere is a cardinal expression of that.
Her inclusion here is minor and the story wouldn’t be much altered by her absence; the largest part of her presence is setting up a future plotline.
In the end, she’s only going to be around for Book 4, and I regard her strictly as a cameo rather than an integral part of the story. Book 4 seems like a big deal at this point, given its size relative to the current scope of the story as a whole, but keep in mind that at the end of this book we’ll be approximately one eighth of the way through the story. This too shall pass.
The though of losing
The thought of losing
Vadrienly landed on a nearby roof
Vadrieny landed on a nearby roof
Aaaaaand I’m up to date. That’s always upsetting after a serial binge. 🙂
I’ve enjoyed this a lot so far DD, thanks!
I’m glad you like the story! Did you mean to post this here, though? There are currently six more chapters after 4 – 18, with another going up in a few minutes.
Billiethe Kid \o/
in the words of one of Ruda’s ancestors (probably)-
my ship! D:
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