Soldiering was boring. Mind-numbingly, absurdly boring.
March here.
March there.
March in the sun.
March in the rain.
March on the rocks.
March in the rain that turns frigid as a frost wyvern flies by.
I loved Iona but damnit Fenrir, people were down here! Stop practicing your new element!
March in a bog.
Set up camp.
Wait, nevermind! Strike the camp, get back to marching.
Drill. Drill. Drill.
March up the hill.
March back down the hill.
Nevermind, we want to march up the hill.
Cut down a tree. Smooth it out. Shape it. Tie ropes around it and help lift.
Liberally apply [Sunrise] to keep going.
A thousand small indignities. We were often marching off-road, or on ‘roads’ that were so filled with water and mud it was impossible to tell. The grain ration was generous, but it was always grain and every day, twice a day, our line had to grind it up and figure out how we were cooking it today. Rarely, we had everything needed to make bread, but when pushed it was usually gruel. There was no mercy on the weather - pouring rain or pounding sun, we had to move from A to B.
Always fucked, never surprised.
Fuck chainmail. Fuck it so hard. The tiny, fiddly repairs when it broke was insult added to the injury of cooking alive in it during the heat. Thank fuck for Lucius - the man was a savant when it came to fixing stuff, but I didn’t want to lean on him too hard, he did so much for all of us.
Week after week, month after month. It was almost my birthday again, and we hadn’t been in a single battle yet, although we’d geared up like we were about to fight three times now.
All while under the obvious pressure of being second-class citizens.
We were mercenaries. We were human. The dullahans viewed both with suspicion, and if there was ever a debate or argument between an ‘Ironside Brigade’ soldier and a dullahan attached to the main army?
Only the most egregious offenses were ever decided in our favor. Everything else had a convenient excuse why the dullahan should be favored.
Always fucked, never surprised.
I learned my lesson when I paid a camp follower to improve some of my clothing. They had some beautiful stitching and embroidery in a style that couldn’t be found in Exterreri, and I thought some style and flair on my tunic would both make me a little happier, and make a nice memento when I was done here. Naturally, someone else picked up my tunic ‘by mistake’.
Well, I must have been mistaken. It clearly wasn’t my tunic, why would I impugn the good dullahan’s honor by claiming it was mine? Was I a dirty thief? Entirely possible, since I was a mercenary.
Ooooh, that got me so pissed. But not surprised in the slightest.
Another boring part was guard duty.
Turned out I was good at it. Really, really good. Being able to instantly scan the entirety of everything a person carried made it easy to sniff out any problems, issues, or contraband. I was almost too good at it, to the point where the [Centurion] had to pull me aside and ask me to use some discretion in what I called out. I’d managed to impact morale to a noticeable amount, and small, discreet amounts of personal contraband were… to have me using my best judgment.
In other words, stop fucking the other soldiers, and let some things be a surprise. Hey, who was I to argue against a reversal of the Legion’s usual operations?
Just because I was good at it didn’t mean I enjoyed it. Standing around trying to look imposing when I was 5 foot nothing was a challenge. Standing still?
Impossible.
Even with my mind split apart and trying to wander off in thought to entertain myself, I was bored out of my gourd. Scanning the sky for Iona was one of the few things I could do while standing still and doing my job, and it always lit my heart aflame whenever I saw Fenrir winging overhead.
Did she see me down here? Could she pick me out of the crowd?
I stifled a yawn as I waved through a pair of soldiers, ignoring what the one on the left had at the bottom of his boots - a Mirage ring that would let him modify his appearance, harmless enough and I remember him leaving the camp with it - and sniffing after the one to the right.
Did my nose deceive me…?
No.
It couldn’t be.
I smelled a faint trace of mango on his shirt. Not close enough to have been in contact with it, but someone in the camp might have some… dried, sugar-coated mango? I think that’s what I was getting.
Bunny was friendly.
Bunny enthusiastically volunteered for everything, no matter how fucking stupid of an idea that was.
Bunny had quite a few favors that people owed her.
I was totally going to see about cashing a few in to get my evening free so I could go a-mangoing.
A nervous set of camp followers approached the gate next, looking for entry so they could entertain. It was convenient, and I’d attended a few plays myself. Anything to entertain myself during the long stretches of boredom.
I glanced at Boots, who was on duty with me. She sighed at my look.
“Who, where?” She asked.
“The lady with the pink ribbons, small of her back, knife.” I reported. Some contraband I let through, but there were rules for our troops and rules for camp followers. We didn’t allow weapons in, and after the first fight that turned into a murder - I hadn’t been involved in any way shape or form - I wasn’t inclined to show the slightest bit of leniency.
On one hand, it sucked that we couldn’t enact any sort of justice on non-Ironside people trying to smuggle things in. On the other, it let me call out problems with a clean conscience.
In the numerous hours of complete boredom I’d been meditating a lot on First, do no harm, and what it meant to be a soldier. I had enough pickles in the Han Empire without needing to consider the odds that the knife was for her own protection, versus a penalty that would be inflicted upon her when I called her out.
No penalty? No problem.
The entertainers were quite upset over the knife being found, and as a group decided not to come in. The glares I got from my fellow guards - mostly male - over that felt entirely unfair.
Always fucked, never surprised.
I yawned, and caught a glimpse of Auri out of the corner of my eye. I turned and waved to the bird, perched on top of the banner Reed carried around.
My actions went entirely unnoticed as half the soldiers Reed passed with Auri turned to say hi to the little bird or to wave themselves. She’d been instantly adopted as a mascot and good luck charm, most of the soldiers (rightfully) guessing it meant Dawn was somewhere around. Plausible deniability meant Katerina and the rest of command had to keep insisting that there was no Dawn. It was hilarious speculating with everyone else who and where Dawn could be though.
I continued to insist that she was in Optio Henrietta’s wagon, under the floorboards.
Auri caught me waving and sent me a cheeky wink, knowing the action was small enough that she might be able to get away with it. She was having the time of her life. Endless praise and adoration, being carried around to show off? If I wasn’t careful, she’d never want to leave and the Sixth would get a new cognomen!
Another soldier came down the road from the camp follower’s place, lugging a barrel with him. I eyed it, the wind in the wrong direction.
Please, please, please tell me that wasn’t an entire keg. I could let some small things through, but we couldn’t let that blatant of a breach through. If he’d paid for it, then got told ‘no’, it’d be a mess.
There was one such mess every two weeks or so.
I froze and took a few steps back as the wind briefly shifted, and I managed to smell what was inside.
Apples.
Always fucked, never surprised.
“Hey Blockhead! I’ve got a dozen problems, and I’m wondering if, pretty please, you’ll take my evening shift for me?” I shamelessly fluttered my eyelashes at him. “We’ll be clear on the stew mess from the other day.”
It took a few moments for what I was saying to penetrate Blockhead’s thick skull. He had a good heart though, and he cracked a smile.
“Just for you little Bunny.” He patted me on the head, and I bounced up.
“Yay! Thank you, you’re the best!” I gave Blockhead a quick hug, quickly changed into lightweight, tight clothing - I had some sneaking to do and didn’t want a loose shirt getting caught on something - and bounded out of the tent, quickly patting the line’s nodosaurus before heading towards the command tent.
Once near it I shamelessly teleported out a sheet of paper and a quill from one of the [Scribe’s] desks, and wrote a quick note to Katerina.
Need to talk. When?
I walked around the building, aware that a few guards were eyeing me from the walls. I did look a little suspicious, but I hadn’t found a good moment to cloak up. When I passed by Katerina’s office, I teleported the letter in front of her with [Rapid Reshelving].
[*ding!* [Rapid Reshelving] leveled up! 107 -> 108]
Yay. One level down, 148 to go.
One of her endless minions might’ve noticed the paper appearing, but it was just a risk I had to take.
I couldn’t help but spy on Katerina’s desk. I just… absorbed the knowledge and information around me almost passively, and [Astral Archives] meant I couldn’t forget. I didn’t have to think on anything I saw, but I had some thoughts as to why one of the pieces of paper had three knives pinning it to her desk.
A message from Wang Jian, the [Great General] of the army the Ironside Brigade was attached to. A paper and ink [Mage]. The most I’d seen of it were dozens of paper lanterns floating around the camp, messages semi-openly conveyed. I suppose the speed and convenience outweighed the potential intercept aspects.
Or he was playing mind games with messages to nowhere with fake plans on them. I was so thankful I only needed to play the war mind games on a small scale. I was responsible for the Dawn deception, and nothing else.
[Great Generals] were rarely at that rank due to a proficiency with paperwork. Exterreri did allow it in theory, but the Han social structure had [Great Generals] primarily as one of the strongest fighters, although occasionally they were a [Strategist].
Wang Jian’s control and ability to send paper as far as he could spoke to terrifying combat prowess. Given how cheap lives were here, I didn’t have a ton of faith that he particularly cared about not hitting his allies.
Katerina didn’t even blink at my letter, knowing exactly who it’d come from. She scribbled Now onto it, then destroyed the entire sheet in a flash of Darkness. An order cleared the room, all of her aides, scribes, and messengers shuffling out.
I continued walking like I’d always intended to go down this awkward sidepath, and ducked into a relatively empty room. One drawn Greater Invisibility and a [Blink] later, and I was in Katerina’s office, her wards glowing.
“Dawn. I had some concerns, but you’ve been close to a model soldier. Good job.” Katerina said without preamble. I winced at the close to - I knew exactly what she was referring to. “What’s going on?”
“Apples.” I answered. “Whole barrel full of apples just made its way into camp.”
Katerina blinked then grimaced as she remembered my particular apple woes.
“Ah. Yes, I can see how this is an issue for you. Do you have a proposed solution?” She asked.
“Send me on a recon mission for three days to a week.” I answered. “Not obviously, of course. Just a note to the [Tribune] that I’m out of the camp, and to keep quiet about it. Tell him to pass the same along to the [Centurion] and my line leader. If you really want to go deep on it, get Wren as well to be gone. If you have an actual black or grey op to send me on, all the better. Maybe wander on down to where the apples are, eat a few yourself, and, I dunno, proclaim that they’re tasty or something to get them eaten faster?”
I frowned.
“Wait, no, then people might hoard them to give to you later. I don’t know, you’re the expert on that sort of thing.”
“Wise.” Katerina agreed, rapping the message from Wang Jian with her knuckle. “I’m also going to kill two birds with one stone. We’ve been requested to handle a small Vorler infestation. I was going to send Wren’s line with Auri, but for reasons I’m not getting into now, you’re a much better choice. I’ll handle the apples. Is there anything else you need?”
I nodded.
“Yes. Where are we on the map? Obviously we’re south of the Tears of Vulcan, but I’m not quite sure. It’ll help me with the Vorlers, I know of a few ruins in the Han that they might be crawling out of.”
[Loremaster] education had given me piles upon piles of hidden horrors locked away, and there were a few in the Han I knew about, although the age of the information and volcanic nature of the place made me question how up to date it all was. Maybe I could convince Arachne to let me check up on the places and update our information?
For another time.
The Tears of Vulcan were also obvious, a constant marker against where we were. The mountains dominated the horizon, and had slowly moved to the north as we circled to the south of them.
The Legata shot me a sharp look at that, and pointed to a spot on the map near the Tears of Vulcan.
I gave the spot a generous radius to account for drift, and didn’t think of anything particularly special that might be involved. The low-threat red-tier Petrified Forest was maybe in the area, but it was actively hostile to all life. Driving the Vorlers into the forest would be a viable tactic to try and take them out - I didn’t think they were coming from the Gorgon of Gloom’s prison.
“Do you need any other information?” Katerina asked.
“No ma’am. Just the apples.”
Katerina nodded crisply.
“Then head on out, take care of the vorlers, have a few days to yourself, and sneak back in. Send me a message ‘vampire smiles’ so I know you’ve succeeded, and haven’t died to the Vorlers or gotten into some mess.”
The Legata flicked a sheet of paper at me, detailing everything she knew about the Vorler infestation.
I saluted and left, off to exterminate the scorpion-like menace down to the last egg.
It got me thinking about the various threats in the world as I snuck out of the camp - why hadn’t I heard anything about Pekari here?
First thing was getting my tunic back.
The follower’s camp was a disorganized mess with people setting up anywhere they could. Some small semblance of local order prevailed as troops being unable to navigate through meant nobody would visit, but any organization was on a local level, not a broad level. There just wasn’t a single ruling authority or anything like that. Camp followers were just an entrepreneurial bunch - or families following their soldier around.
In Exterreri or any human-dominated area, I’d just walk right in and blend in with the crowds. The dullahan ratio meant that was entirely unfeasible, and I had to be much sneakier about it.
At the same time, there were barely any guards around. Small blessings. The huge crush of crowds made it difficult to sneak through though, unless I wanted to run on people’s heads.
Which… was a valid option thinking about it. I had the speed and dexterity to just run over people like that, stepping from shoulder to head. They’d barely notice I was there, and I could whip through the crowds in a moment.
Huh.
I felt like I was relying a little too much on my invisibility these days, but I just didn’t have a team backing me up. We couldn’t make elaborate schemes where I hid in a barrel inside a wagon, or anything like that.
The idea made me want to facepalm.
I didn’t have to hide in a barrel… I could just hide under a wagon instead.
Hmmmm.
Between the two ideas, I wanted to run on people. I’d never done it before, and my stats were finally at a point where I might be able to get away with it. I didn’t have anything against working on becoming sneakier, but this was my first chance to do something really cool and new.
I activated the anti-friction runes on my skin, making it so I’d slip through the air and not make a breeze. With glowing confirmation that they were working, I cloaked myself with a drawn rune, then approached the camp at a dead run.
I ducked and weaved through the crowd, the press of people not yet thick enough that I needed to do something about it. Then, when three soldiers, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, blocked the path with their drunken stumbling, I leapt almost straight up. One foot delicately landed on an arm as I scanned the crowd in an instant.
Wow. Being able to see over a crowd was great! Was this what it was like being tall?
I rapidly [Identified] a dozen potential landing spots, then delicately pushed off, half-floating to my next perch. From person after person, stand to head, shoulder to ground, I bounded like a nimble bunny hopping over a field, barely a whisper left in my wake.
It was thrilling. It was terrifying.
I was ‘only’ level 580, without a Sound or Mirage class, and I could move utterly unnoticed? How many powerful Classers were watching me now, giggling at my antics? How far up did the layers extend?
Could the dragon see me through the two eyes bright in the sky? Did the baleful crimson glare reveal all to the stygian deceiver? If I wanted to keep something truly secret from her, would I need to wait for a night with no moons?
The apples weren’t quite isolated, and it almost felt like good practice. Each step I took, each move I made, I needed to quickly evaluate the people around me, see if I could tell if anyone had recently eaten an apple or not, and shift my path appropriately.
I had felt like I was stagnating. Soldiering wasn’t exactly pushing my abilities to their limit. This outing was a solid stretch of my skills, a strong refresher. A good way to stretch my legs.
I dropped by my destination.
Not the mangos. Those were for later. A treat, a reward for a job well done.
I stopped by the seamstress and sniffed the air, my nose wrinkling at all the smells.
I had super senses, but it didn’t mean I was an expert at using them. There were so many harsh smells in the air in the first place, and so many people moving through, that teasing out exactly the right scent was difficult, to say the least.
I managed it, but following the trail and jumping on shoulders and stalls while following the scent was beyond my skillset.
I growled with frustration. Fine! I wasn’t so proud that I couldn’t accept a small loss like that, weighed against everything else.
I removed my invisibility in a huff. I didn’t need to be all sneaky to try and… legally purchase mangos from someone selling them, unlike Operation: Tunic Retrieval.
I’d get that bastard another time. With interest.Usurious interest.
I followed my nose and was devastated to find that the mango stall WAS CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT!
NO!
My mangos! My precious, life-giving mangos! Cruelly trapped behind a sign saying ‘Closed’! Who would do such a thing!? What devious thoughts went through such a twisted mind!?
The inhumanity!
[Rapid Reshelving] to the rescue!! A generous portion of coins placed in exchange for a few slices of dried mango would make the sadist’s morning, and I had the most holy of treats, the nectar of life, the raison d'etre.
I was no [Greedy Guts Mango Merchant That Unreasonably Closes Their Stall At Night], no. I was a kind and generous soul, one willing to share my bounty with others!
I got out of the camp as quickly as reasonably possible without running into any more apple problems, nor moving so quickly that I was obviously a Classer of some sort.
Signaling Auri was hard. The Sixth built their walls high and didn’t allow nearby structures to peer into our camp. Great for stopping spies, scouts, and rogue mages throwing rocks at people, less great for me sending a message to Auri.
I managed it, and the two of us slipped away to the woods to enjoy the bounty together. The timing was fortuitous in many ways.
“Happy Birthday, Auri.” I told my friend as I hand-fed her mango slices. We were up in a tree together, like a bird and a demented mango-squirrel.
“Brrrrrrrpt!!” Auri ignored the mango, taking the time to fly all over me, pecking at me, running her beak through my hair, and giving me a full body inspection to make sure everything was okay.
I sniffed and hugged my tiny friend.
“You’re going to make me cry.” I lied - the tears were already rolling. “I missed you too.”
In a tree together, beneath the light of the Dragoneye Moons, we shared a mango.
Soldiering was boring. Mind-numbingly, absurdly boring.
March here.
March there.
March in the sun.
March in the rain.
March on the rocks.
March in the rain that turns frigid as a frost wyvern flies by.
I loved Iona but damnit Fenrir, people were down here! Stop practicing your new element!
March in a bog.
Set up camp.
Wait, nevermind! Strike the camp, get back to marching.
Drill. Drill. Drill.
March up the hill.
March back down the hill.
Nevermind, we want to march up the hill.
Cut down a tree. Smooth it out. Shape it. Tie ropes around it and help lift.
Liberally apply [Sunrise] to keep going.
A thousand small indignities. We were often marching off-road, or on ‘roads’ that were so filled with water and mud it was impossible to tell. The grain ration was generous, but it was always grain and every day, twice a day, our line had to grind it up and figure out how we were cooking it today. Rarely, we had everything needed to make bread, but when pushed it was usually gruel. There was no mercy on the weather - pouring rain or pounding sun, we had to move from A to B.
Always fucked, never surprised.
Fuck chainmail. Fuck it so hard. The tiny, fiddly repairs when it broke was insult added to the injury of cooking alive in it during the heat. Thank fuck for Lucius - the man was a savant when it came to fixing stuff, but I didn’t want to lean on him too hard, he did so much for all of us.
Week after week, month after month. It was almost my birthday again, and we hadn’t been in a single battle yet, although we’d geared up like we were about to fight three times now.
All while under the obvious pressure of being second-class citizens.
We were mercenaries. We were human. The dullahans viewed both with suspicion, and if there was ever a debate or argument between an ‘Ironside Brigade’ soldier and a dullahan attached to the main army?
Only the most egregious offenses were ever decided in our favor. Everything else had a convenient excuse why the dullahan should be favored.
Always fucked, never surprised.
I learned my lesson when I paid a camp follower to improve some of my clothing. They had some beautiful stitching and embroidery in a style that couldn’t be found in Exterreri, and I thought some style and flair on my tunic would both make me a little happier, and make a nice memento when I was done here. Naturally, someone else picked up my tunic ‘by mistake’.
Well, I must have been mistaken. It clearly wasn’t my tunic, why would I impugn the good dullahan’s honor by claiming it was mine? Was I a dirty thief? Entirely possible, since I was a mercenary.
Ooooh, that got me so pissed. But not surprised in the slightest.
Another boring part was guard duty.
Turned out I was good at it. Really, really good. Being able to instantly scan the entirety of everything a person carried made it easy to sniff out any problems, issues, or contraband. I was almost too good at it, to the point where the [Centurion] had to pull me aside and ask me to use some discretion in what I called out. I’d managed to impact morale to a noticeable amount, and small, discreet amounts of personal contraband were… to have me using my best judgment.
In other words, stop fucking the other soldiers, and let some things be a surprise. Hey, who was I to argue against a reversal of the Legion’s usual operations?
Just because I was good at it didn’t mean I enjoyed it. Standing around trying to look imposing when I was 5 foot nothing was a challenge. Standing still?
Impossible.
Even with my mind split apart and trying to wander off in thought to entertain myself, I was bored out of my gourd. Scanning the sky for Iona was one of the few things I could do while standing still and doing my job, and it always lit my heart aflame whenever I saw Fenrir winging overhead.
Did she see me down here? Could she pick me out of the crowd?
I stifled a yawn as I waved through a pair of soldiers, ignoring what the one on the left had at the bottom of his boots - a Mirage ring that would let him modify his appearance, harmless enough and I remember him leaving the camp with it - and sniffing after the one to the right.
Did my nose deceive me…?
No.
It couldn’t be.
I smelled a faint trace of mango on his shirt. Not close enough to have been in contact with it, but someone in the camp might have some… dried, sugar-coated mango? I think that’s what I was getting.
Bunny was friendly.
Bunny enthusiastically volunteered for everything, no matter how fucking stupid of an idea that was.
Bunny had quite a few favors that people owed her.
I was totally going to see about cashing a few in to get my evening free so I could go a-mangoing.
A nervous set of camp followers approached the gate next, looking for entry so they could entertain. It was convenient, and I’d attended a few plays myself. Anything to entertain myself during the long stretches of boredom.
I glanced at Boots, who was on duty with me. She sighed at my look.
“Who, where?” She asked.
“The lady with the pink ribbons, small of her back, knife.” I reported. Some contraband I let through, but there were rules for our troops and rules for camp followers. We didn’t allow weapons in, and after the first fight that turned into a murder - I hadn’t been involved in any way shape or form - I wasn’t inclined to show the slightest bit of leniency.
On one hand, it sucked that we couldn’t enact any sort of justice on non-Ironside people trying to smuggle things in. On the other, it let me call out problems with a clean conscience.
In the numerous hours of complete boredom I’d been meditating a lot on First, do no harm, and what it meant to be a soldier. I had enough pickles in the Han Empire without needing to consider the odds that the knife was for her own protection, versus a penalty that would be inflicted upon her when I called her out.
No penalty? No problem.
The entertainers were quite upset over the knife being found, and as a group decided not to come in. The glares I got from my fellow guards - mostly male - over that felt entirely unfair.
Always fucked, never surprised.
I yawned, and caught a glimpse of Auri out of the corner of my eye. I turned and waved to the bird, perched on top of the banner Reed carried around.
My actions went entirely unnoticed as half the soldiers Reed passed with Auri turned to say hi to the little bird or to wave themselves. She’d been instantly adopted as a mascot and good luck charm, most of the soldiers (rightfully) guessing it meant Dawn was somewhere around. Plausible deniability meant Katerina and the rest of command had to keep insisting that there was no Dawn. It was hilarious speculating with everyone else who and where Dawn could be though.
I continued to insist that she was in Optio Henrietta’s wagon, under the floorboards.
Auri caught me waving and sent me a cheeky wink, knowing the action was small enough that she might be able to get away with it. She was having the time of her life. Endless praise and adoration, being carried around to show off? If I wasn’t careful, she’d never want to leave and the Sixth would get a new cognomen!
Another soldier came down the road from the camp follower’s place, lugging a barrel with him. I eyed it, the wind in the wrong direction.
Please, please, please tell me that wasn’t an entire keg. I could let some small things through, but we couldn’t let that blatant of a breach through. If he’d paid for it, then got told ‘no’, it’d be a mess.
There was one such mess every two weeks or so.
I froze and took a few steps back as the wind briefly shifted, and I managed to smell what was inside.
Apples.
Always fucked, never surprised.
“Hey Blockhead! I’ve got a dozen problems, and I’m wondering if, pretty please, you’ll take my evening shift for me?” I shamelessly fluttered my eyelashes at him. “We’ll be clear on the stew mess from the other day.”
It took a few moments for what I was saying to penetrate Blockhead’s thick skull. He had a good heart though, and he cracked a smile.
“Just for you little Bunny.” He patted me on the head, and I bounced up.
“Yay! Thank you, you’re the best!” I gave Blockhead a quick hug, quickly changed into lightweight, tight clothing - I had some sneaking to do and didn’t want a loose shirt getting caught on something - and bounded out of the tent, quickly patting the line’s nodosaurus before heading towards the command tent.
Once near it I shamelessly teleported out a sheet of paper and a quill from one of the [Scribe’s] desks, and wrote a quick note to Katerina.
Need to talk. When?
I walked around the building, aware that a few guards were eyeing me from the walls. I did look a little suspicious, but I hadn’t found a good moment to cloak up. When I passed by Katerina’s office, I teleported the letter in front of her with [Rapid Reshelving].
[*ding!* [Rapid Reshelving] leveled up! 107 -> 108]
Yay. One level down, 148 to go.
One of her endless minions might’ve noticed the paper appearing, but it was just a risk I had to take.
I couldn’t help but spy on Katerina’s desk. I just… absorbed the knowledge and information around me almost passively, and [Astral Archives] meant I couldn’t forget. I didn’t have to think on anything I saw, but I had some thoughts as to why one of the pieces of paper had three knives pinning it to her desk.
A message from Wang Jian, the [Great General] of the army the Ironside Brigade was attached to. A paper and ink [Mage]. The most I’d seen of it were dozens of paper lanterns floating around the camp, messages semi-openly conveyed. I suppose the speed and convenience outweighed the potential intercept aspects.
Or he was playing mind games with messages to nowhere with fake plans on them. I was so thankful I only needed to play the war mind games on a small scale. I was responsible for the Dawn deception, and nothing else.
[Great Generals] were rarely at that rank due to a proficiency with paperwork. Exterreri did allow it in theory, but the Han social structure had [Great Generals] primarily as one of the strongest fighters, although occasionally they were a [Strategist].
Wang Jian’s control and ability to send paper as far as he could spoke to terrifying combat prowess. Given how cheap lives were here, I didn’t have a ton of faith that he particularly cared about not hitting his allies.
Katerina didn’t even blink at my letter, knowing exactly who it’d come from. She scribbled Now onto it, then destroyed the entire sheet in a flash of Darkness. An order cleared the room, all of her aides, scribes, and messengers shuffling out.
I continued walking like I’d always intended to go down this awkward sidepath, and ducked into a relatively empty room. One drawn Greater Invisibility and a [Blink] later, and I was in Katerina’s office, her wards glowing.
“Dawn. I had some concerns, but you’ve been close to a model soldier. Good job.” Katerina said without preamble. I winced at the close to - I knew exactly what she was referring to. “What’s going on?”
“Apples.” I answered. “Whole barrel full of apples just made its way into camp.”
Katerina blinked then grimaced as she remembered my particular apple woes.
“Ah. Yes, I can see how this is an issue for you. Do you have a proposed solution?” She asked.
“Send me on a recon mission for three days to a week.” I answered. “Not obviously, of course. Just a note to the [Tribune] that I’m out of the camp, and to keep quiet about it. Tell him to pass the same along to the [Centurion] and my line leader. If you really want to go deep on it, get Wren as well to be gone. If you have an actual black or grey op to send me on, all the better. Maybe wander on down to where the apples are, eat a few yourself, and, I dunno, proclaim that they’re tasty or something to get them eaten faster?”
I frowned.
“Wait, no, then people might hoard them to give to you later. I don’t know, you’re the expert on that sort of thing.”
“Wise.” Katerina agreed, rapping the message from Wang Jian with her knuckle. “I’m also going to kill two birds with one stone. We’ve been requested to handle a small Vorler infestation. I was going to send Wren’s line with Auri, but for reasons I’m not getting into now, you’re a much better choice. I’ll handle the apples. Is there anything else you need?”
I nodded.
“Yes. Where are we on the map? Obviously we’re south of the Tears of Vulcan, but I’m not quite sure. It’ll help me with the Vorlers, I know of a few ruins in the Han that they might be crawling out of.”
[Loremaster] education had given me piles upon piles of hidden horrors locked away, and there were a few in the Han I knew about, although the age of the information and volcanic nature of the place made me question how up to date it all was. Maybe I could convince Arachne to let me check up on the places and update our information?
For another time.
The Tears of Vulcan were also obvious, a constant marker against where we were. The mountains dominated the horizon, and had slowly moved to the north as we circled to the south of them.
The Legata shot me a sharp look at that, and pointed to a spot on the map near the Tears of Vulcan.
I gave the spot a generous radius to account for drift, and didn’t think of anything particularly special that might be involved. The low-threat red-tier Petrified Forest was maybe in the area, but it was actively hostile to all life. Driving the Vorlers into the forest would be a viable tactic to try and take them out - I didn’t think they were coming from the Gorgon of Gloom’s prison.
“Do you need any other information?” Katerina asked.
“No ma’am. Just the apples.”
Katerina nodded crisply.
“Then head on out, take care of the vorlers, have a few days to yourself, and sneak back in. Send me a message ‘vampire smiles’ so I know you’ve succeeded, and haven’t died to the Vorlers or gotten into some mess.”
The Legata flicked a sheet of paper at me, detailing everything she knew about the Vorler infestation.
I saluted and left, off to exterminate the scorpion-like menace down to the last egg.
It got me thinking about the various threats in the world as I snuck out of the camp - why hadn’t I heard anything about Pekari here?
First thing was getting my tunic back.
The follower’s camp was a disorganized mess with people setting up anywhere they could. Some small semblance of local order prevailed as troops being unable to navigate through meant nobody would visit, but any organization was on a local level, not a broad level. There just wasn’t a single ruling authority or anything like that. Camp followers were just an entrepreneurial bunch - or families following their soldier around.
In Exterreri or any human-dominated area, I’d just walk right in and blend in with the crowds. The dullahan ratio meant that was entirely unfeasible, and I had to be much sneakier about it.
At the same time, there were barely any guards around. Small blessings. The huge crush of crowds made it difficult to sneak through though, unless I wanted to run on people’s heads.
Which… was a valid option thinking about it. I had the speed and dexterity to just run over people like that, stepping from shoulder to head. They’d barely notice I was there, and I could whip through the crowds in a moment.
Huh.
I felt like I was relying a little too much on my invisibility these days, but I just didn’t have a team backing me up. We couldn’t make elaborate schemes where I hid in a barrel inside a wagon, or anything like that.
The idea made me want to facepalm.
I didn’t have to hide in a barrel… I could just hide under a wagon instead.
Hmmmm.
Between the two ideas, I wanted to run on people. I’d never done it before, and my stats were finally at a point where I might be able to get away with it. I didn’t have anything against working on becoming sneakier, but this was my first chance to do something really cool and new.
I activated the anti-friction runes on my skin, making it so I’d slip through the air and not make a breeze. With glowing confirmation that they were working, I cloaked myself with a drawn rune, then approached the camp at a dead run.
I ducked and weaved through the crowd, the press of people not yet thick enough that I needed to do something about it. Then, when three soldiers, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, blocked the path with their drunken stumbling, I leapt almost straight up. One foot delicately landed on an arm as I scanned the crowd in an instant.
Wow. Being able to see over a crowd was great! Was this what it was like being tall?
I rapidly [Identified] a dozen potential landing spots, then delicately pushed off, half-floating to my next perch. From person after person, stand to head, shoulder to ground, I bounded like a nimble bunny hopping over a field, barely a whisper left in my wake.
It was thrilling. It was terrifying.
I was ‘only’ level 580, without a Sound or Mirage class, and I could move utterly unnoticed? How many powerful Classers were watching me now, giggling at my antics? How far up did the layers extend?
Could the dragon see me through the two eyes bright in the sky? Did the baleful crimson glare reveal all to the stygian deceiver? If I wanted to keep something truly secret from her, would I need to wait for a night with no moons?
The apples weren’t quite isolated, and it almost felt like good practice. Each step I took, each move I made, I needed to quickly evaluate the people around me, see if I could tell if anyone had recently eaten an apple or not, and shift my path appropriately.
I had felt like I was stagnating. Soldiering wasn’t exactly pushing my abilities to their limit. This outing was a solid stretch of my skills, a strong refresher. A good way to stretch my legs.
I dropped by my destination.
Not the mangos. Those were for later. A treat, a reward for a job well done.
I stopped by the seamstress and sniffed the air, my nose wrinkling at all the smells.
I had super senses, but it didn’t mean I was an expert at using them. There were so many harsh smells in the air in the first place, and so many people moving through, that teasing out exactly the right scent was difficult, to say the least.
I managed it, but following the trail and jumping on shoulders and stalls while following the scent was beyond my skillset.
I growled with frustration. Fine! I wasn’t so proud that I couldn’t accept a small loss like that, weighed against everything else.
I removed my invisibility in a huff. I didn’t need to be all sneaky to try and… legally purchase mangos from someone selling them, unlike Operation: Tunic Retrieval.
I’d get that bastard another time. With interest.Usurious interest.
I followed my nose and was devastated to find that the mango stall WAS CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT!
NO!
My mangos! My precious, life-giving mangos! Cruelly trapped behind a sign saying ‘Closed’! Who would do such a thing!? What devious thoughts went through such a twisted mind!?
The inhumanity!
[Rapid Reshelving] to the rescue!! A generous portion of coins placed in exchange for a few slices of dried mango would make the sadist’s morning, and I had the most holy of treats, the nectar of life, the raison d'etre.
I was no [Greedy Guts Mango Merchant That Unreasonably Closes Their Stall At Night], no. I was a kind and generous soul, one willing to share my bounty with others!
I got out of the camp as quickly as reasonably possible without running into any more apple problems, nor moving so quickly that I was obviously a Classer of some sort.
Signaling Auri was hard. The Sixth built their walls high and didn’t allow nearby structures to peer into our camp. Great for stopping spies, scouts, and rogue mages throwing rocks at people, less great for me sending a message to Auri.
I managed it, and the two of us slipped away to the woods to enjoy the bounty together. The timing was fortuitous in many ways.
“Happy Birthday, Auri.” I told my friend as I hand-fed her mango slices. We were up in a tree together, like a bird and a demented mango-squirrel.
“Brrrrrrrpt!!” Auri ignored the mango, taking the time to fly all over me, pecking at me, running her beak through my hair, and giving me a full body inspection to make sure everything was okay.
I sniffed and hugged my tiny friend.
“You’re going to make me cry.” I lied - the tears were already rolling. “I missed you too.”
In a tree together, beneath the light of the Dragoneye Moons, we shared a mango.
