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Extraordinary Zoology - Howard Tayler
Extraordinary Zoology - Howard Tayler
VOLUME 1
EXTR AORDINARY
ZOOLOGY
HOWARD TAYLER
Cover by
WAYNE ENGLAND
Illustrated by
WAYNE ENGLAND
www.privateerpress.com
CONTENTS
MAP.....................................................................................................v
PROLOGUE.......................................................................................vi
PART I: LYNUS...................................................................................1
GLOSSARY......................................................................................136
MAP
PROLOGUE
claws, was never far off, but Bednar always fought back.
Nally hurried across the small village green to her home, pausing
twice to look over her shoulder at the woods, where everyone else’s
eyes remained fixed. She set her walnut harvest next to the door,
unslung the small kindling axe at her hip, and faced the tree line
again. Whatever shook the ground was no gorax.
“Morrow preserve us,” she said. One hand gripped her axe, while
the other went to the Morrowan sunburst pendant she wore. As she
pulled it forward, the tightness of the chain against the back of her
neck was a small, sharp comfort. “Strengthen our hands, and steady
our feet, that we may master tribulation.”
The ground shook again, harder. Steady our feet, indeed. Nally
heard a groan from deep below, as if Caen itself was speaking, and
the voice of the world was quite close.
“Sounds like your house, Nally!” Bairyck yelled.
Nally turned, facing her door just a pace away. Then her house
exploded in an eruption of dark, wet earth.
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attention to the whistling, which was now very loud? Lynus turned
back to the steamjack just in time to see the boiler explode.
His first thought was relief that he was still alive. Boiler explosions
are bad news, even small ones.
His second thought, very close on the heels of the first, was thank
Morrow the ’jack was facing the street, arms full, with the boiler turned
away from everybody. The fire and steam washed over a lumber pile
and only sent the ’jack forward a half step before it toppled.
His third thought, which interrupted the second with a jolt, was
panic, because suddenly he was racing away from the explosion.
Mooger had spooked, and now Mooger, Lynus, and the empty cart
were very quickly twenty paces away. Traffic had bunched up behind
them, so there was plenty of room for a frightened mule to run.
Lynus steadied himself by grabbing the bench with both hands,
and watched as the reins he’d released slid forward and off the cart.
Mooger poured on the speed. Lynus bounced on the bench as the
wagon rattled over the cobbles. He grabbed the back of the bench
with one hand, leaned forward looking for the reins, and almost went
top-over-teakettle when the wagon slowed abruptly with a distressed
“hee-HAWNNN“ in front and a grunt of exertion behind.
Lynus looked back. Kinik held the cart with one hand and her
polearm in the other. The bundle of provisions lay on the cobbles a
few paces behind her.
“I can carry supplies, or I can carry the cart.“ She grinned. “Not
both.“
Lynus dropped to the street and grabbed the reins. Kinik’s smile
was genuine, her accent somehow disarming. It was hard to stay
angry. “Thank you,” he said gruffly. He sighed. “You might as well
put the stuff in back.” He climbed back onto the bench.
Kinik loaded the provisions in the cart and then climbed in with
him. The mule whinnied in protest.
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“If you’re riding,” Lynus said as they drove, “do I get that shiny
half-crown back?”
“I carried half the way, saved boy from a beating with wrench,
then saved the wagon, the mule, and boy from a crash,” Kinik said.
“I was expecting maybe other half of crown.”
Lynus frowned and said nothing as they rode through Corvis
toward the university. He was frustrated, and grateful, and yet more
frustrated that he had something to feel grateful for. And what was
the professor going to say?
The two- and three-story wooden buildings gave way to statelier
stone structures, then a low ivied wall, beyond which stood the proud
old Corvis University campus. Lynus turned right after the gate and
went straight to the stables.
Pendrake and Edrea had their horses, Codex and Aeshnyrr, out
and dressed alongside Lynus’ gelding, Oathammer. It was nice to be
senior enough to merit a personal horse issued by the university, but
it would have been nicer still to merit the opportunity to name it
something more noble.
Horgash stood with them, leaning against a haystack-sized pile of
furs and . . . Morrow above, Lynus thought, that’s not furs.
Horgash had a bison.
Lynus stared at it for a moment. He’d seen bison from a distance,
but they weren’t particularly extraordinary, so they never entered his
studies, let alone the lab. He had never realized just how large they
were.
“Ahem.” Professor Pendrake cleared his throat.
Pendrake, Horgash, and Edrea were staring back at him. Okay,
Horgash had a bison. That was not the matter at hand. Lynus had a
stowaway.
“I’m sorry, Professor. She insisted.” Lynus gestured at Kinik, who
was out of the cart and stretching. “She wouldn’t load the cart, she
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almost started a fight, and then Mooger got spooked. Anyway, she
really wanted to meet you. I tried to say no. I said no a lot, in fact.”
Edrea cocked an eyebrow at Lynus, as if to suggest that he hadn’t
merely handled this incorrectly, he’d handled it in the worst possible
way. His heart sank.
Pendrake scowled at him, and Lynus’ heart found another drop-
off. “Did it occur to you that perhaps I should be the one making
that decision?”
“Umm . . .” Lynus flushed. Somewhere back there, during the
nail-biting and the mule-whipping, that had occurred to him, but
he had kept hoping the ogrun would just give up.
“‘Um’ indeed,” said Pendrake as he strode around the cart.
“Professor Viktor Pendrake,” he said, offering his hand.
“Kinik Helegroth,” said the ogrun, pumping the professor’s hand.
“I am bokur.” She gestured at the assembled group. “You are four,
but with maybe only two that carry.” Lynus suddenly felt quite small.
“Let me carry, and you are four with eight free weapon hands.”
Lynus jumped down from the cart. “Gods . . . Professor, I think
she means to come with us!”
“Obviously.” Pendrake adjusted his spectacles and looked up, way
up, to meet the ogrun’s eyes. “Your accent places you from beyond the
Wyrmwall, perhaps. You’ve come quite a distance, Kinik Helegroth.”
The ogrun nodded.
“Bokur, you say?”
She nodded more deeply, almost a bow.
“I am a professor. I need students, not vassals. Though I would be
deeply honored should you offer, I feel I must warn you in advance
that I am not the korune at the end of your bokur’s quest.”
Kinik’s face fell, and her shoulders sagged. She cast a short, sullen
glower at Lynus, as if this were somehow his fault. As frustrated as
he was, he felt terribly sorry for her. He had warned her, hadn’t he?
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And then she straightened up, drawing herself to her full height.
“My offer stands. Bokur and student are both for learning. So I will
learn as I carry.”
Pendrake furrowed his brow. “You have a war cleaver,” he pointed
at the polearm. “Do you know how to use it?”
“I study two things,” she said. “War cleaver is one.”
“And the other?”
Kinik reached into one of the big exterior pockets of her greatcoat
and withdrew a battered, dog-eared tome. The embossed title,
Monsternomicon, was scuffed but still clearly visible.
Lynus knew that book well. He, Edrea, and numerous others
had helped Professor Viktor Pendrake research it. Some of them had
died in that effort. Eleven of the woodcuts were from Lynus’ own
hand. Only five hundred of these books had been printed on Corvis
University’s press three years ago, between the general distress of an
undead uprising and an invading army from the east, yet somehow
this wandering ogrun had gotten her hands on one of them and
walked it all the way back here.
“I study your book.”
Pendrake laughed heartily. “You are a student indeed!” he
exclaimed. “It’s decided. You shall accompany us, and since my Iosan
assistant has set the precedent,” he looked over to Edrea and winked,
“I shall, for the time being, waive the usual requirement that those
studying under me be registered, tuition-paying students at Corvis
University.”
Pendrake looked to Lynus. “Our expedition’s provisioning must
be adjusted to account for another healthy appetite. How quickly
can you see to this?”
And then Lynus realized why the provender bundle looked too
large. Corcoran had paid the ogrun in provisions.
“I think that’s already been taken care of, Professor.”
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Lynus read as he rode, which settled him. Yes, he’d been frustrated
earlier, but perhaps that stemmed in part from excitement and
anxiety to be headed back into the field. Now they were on the road,
and while some peril or another certainly awaited, things felt right.
Oathammer wanted to walk alongside Aeshnyrr, and Aeshnyrr
was amenable to that. This placed Edrea to Lynus’ left, just two arm-
lengths away. Over the last few years, the two of them had spent
countless hours riding just like this, discussing classes, experiments,
and of course the creatures they had encountered, were likely to
encounter, and would really rather not run into.
So far on this trip Edrea hadn’t said much, but Lynus had been
reading. That was the other thing that usually happened during
the hours on horseback. Lynus’ satchel was always full of books,
notebooks, reference materials, maps, and sketches, and lately that
included pages upon pages of material destined for a home between
the covers of the second edition of the Monsternomicon.
Horgash and Pendrake rode in front. Horgash’s bison, Greta,
seemed even more enormous with the seven-foot-tall trollkin on her
back. Pendrake’s mount, Codex, was a large Khardic stallion, but
Pendrake’s stature and Codex’s size still weren’t enough to prevent
them from appearing almost comically small next to Horgash and
Greta.
Kinik walked in back, her long strides easily keeping up with the
horses despite the heavy pack she wore. She stood at eye level with all
the riders but Horgash.
Lynus considered what Horgash had said about the attack on
Bednar. He flipped through page after page of large predators, but
the damage Horgash described didn’t sound predatory. A Thornwood
mauler might flatten a house and trample those living in it, but it
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would certainly leave tracks. The same went for dire trolls. Kaelram
were larger than either of those but less likely to be preying on villages
and even less likely to do so without leaving tracks.
A dragon or a gorgandur could destroy a village almost
absentmindedly, but there had been no sightings of dragons
anywhere in Cygnar’s skies of late, and gorgandur hadn’t been
reported anywhere in western Immoren in decades. Also, it didn’t
do to consider chasing either of those, since there was nothing mere
men could do but get out of the way of such creatures.
There were species between mere creatures and mere men, though.
If this wasn’t predatory . . . He turned to Edrea.
“What if somebody is protecting their territory?”
“Somebody?” she asked. “Not something?”
“It doesn’t need to be a beast, or beasts. This could be the work of
gatormen, Tharn, or farrow.”
“Ah.” Edrea nodded and smiled.
“Okay, any of them probably would have carried the sheep off,
but it could be jealous swampies, or bogrin . . . maybe even a trollkin
war band.” He thought for a moment more. “But Horgash probably
knows all the trollkin in the area, the way he wears all those kriel
talismans. So my money’s on farrow.”
Edrea nodded again. “Horgash actually suggested that while you
were out recruiting.” Lynus winced and glanced at Kinik, trudging
along behind them.
Edrea leaned toward him and lowered her voice. “Don’t feel bad.
You missed quite the lecture from the professor. He related incident
after incident, explaining to Horgash, the stable master, and a captive
audience of stable boys and horses why flattened buildings would
rule out an attack by farrow.”
Lynus smiled as he imagined the extemporaneous instruction.
“Usually a lecture like that concludes with him pointing us all in a
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They arrived at The Bodger’s Bed and Barrel just after dusk. This
particular inn, one of the first along the Great Northern Tradeway
between Corvis and Merywyn, was a common enough stop for
Pendrake’s crew on northward trips that it felt like a home away from
home to Lynus.
The food was good, the fire warm, the stable well tended, and
the beds clean. Lynus sat and stared across the common room at the
glowing hearth, his eyes tired from reading.
Fire, he thought, is a great way to destroy a village. Even farrow,
those barbaric, boar-headed bipeds, would know to set fire to thatch.
In fact, he couldn’t think of any intelligent or mostly intelligent group
that wouldn’t resort to fire to raze a village. Maybe his epiphany
about a war for territory was completely off track.
Unless . . .
“Friend Lynus.” Kinik’s voice startled Lynus out of his musings.
“Sorry for disturbing you. Would you write your name?”
Lynus blinked, his eyes blurring from staring at the fire. “Excuse
me?”
“Your name. Would you write your name for me?”
He was baffled. “Whatever for?” And then he noticed her worn
copy of the Monsternomicon, almost completely swallowed up in the
grasp of her massive left hand.
“You helped Professor Pendrake write this book. You drew
pictures.” She clutched the tome to her battered breastplate. “Your
name is inside already. But not written in your hand.”
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The next morning they departed the Tradeway just two miles
beyond The Bodger’s Bed and Barrel. The signpost marking the side
road east toward tiny Bednar and the vast Widower’s Wood was so
weathered it looked more like a dead tree than directions. The side
road, if it could be called a road at all, was overgrown enough that
Lynus wondered if the not-so-distant Widower’s Wood was reaching
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out to stake a claim. This path looked more like a pair of goat tracks
than a proper road.
“That’s the end of the warm beds,” Horgash announced as they
struck east. “No more inns, no more mead, no more hearth fires
surrounded by fat merchants and wary mercenaries. It’s all bedrolls
and brambles for days if we venture into the Widower’s Wood.”
“I take expeditions along tracks like these rather regularly, old
friend,” said Pendrake.
“Yes, yes. I was speaking for the benefit of the young ones back
there.”
“We’re among those he takes,” Lynus said. “I, for one, am no
stranger to bedrolls and brambles.”
“Begging your forgiveness,” said Horgash with an exaggerated
flourish. “I didn’t realize the young librarian was such a seasoned
explorer.”
“I’m not a librarian.”
“I think he knows that,” Edrea said, her voice just above a whisper.
“He pokes fun at youth, a common enough practice among folk who
think they’ve gotten old.”
“I don’t just think I’m old,” said Horgash. “The mighty
outcroppings upon this weathered chin announce my advancing age
any time I’m unfortunate enough to see my reflection, and I’ve long
since stopped trying to ignore them.”
“I’m familiar with the ravages of time,” Edrea said. “Take that
signpost back there. Why, I recall when one could still see the white
paint in the carved letters.”
“Hah!” said Horgash. “The Cygnarans haven’t whitewashed those
letters since the Lion’s Coup.”
“Oh, has it been that long? It seems like just yesterday.” Edrea
winked at Lynus as she said this. Leto had assumed the throne
twelve years ago.
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The crisp autumn air was shortly pierced by the smell of rotting
flesh. Lynus shifted uncomfortably in his saddle. Oathammer
chuffed in distress, clearly no happier than he about the wafting
scent of death.
“Morrow only knows, I would have preferred to approach from
upwind,” he said, half to himself.
Pendrake raised his left hand and stopped his horse. “Morrow has
preserved us with a downwind approach. Do you smell that?”
“I can’t not smell it, Professor.”
“He means the other smell,” Edrea said.
Lynus concentrated, sniffed deeply, and caught the scent of
something that was neither autumn nor rotting meat. It was musky,
and perhaps sweaty, not as foul as the putrescence on the wind but
somehow more rancid.
“Dismount.” Pendrake slid out of his saddle and strung his lucky
bow. “Rifles at the ready, you two.”
Lynus clambered down, stiff from the ride. Edrea, he noticed,
slid from her horse with practiced ease, as if she’d been doing it for
twenty years.
“Gorax,” said Horgash. “Good nose, there, Viktor.”
Oh, that smell, thought Lynus. Not many beasts’ scents could be
caught over the stench of festering death. He should have recognized
it.
They tied their mounts to trees along the track. Lynus heard Edrea
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pack of gorax came through here and ate the dead. We’re smelling
scraps, and gorax saliva.”
The copious, pheromone-laced salivations of gorax were famous
for their powerful aroma. The long-snouted, knuckle-dragging
bipeds stank of sweat and filth, certainly, but even if you got close
enough to smell the pits under a gorax’s long arms, it would be the
odors coming off the spittle caked on it that would put you off your
lunch.
“Some of the homes have been flattened in place,” Edrea said.
“Gorax love the damp shade of a cave. If any cellars remain intact,
the gorax may have taken up residence.”
“No cellars in Bednar,” said Horgash. “The water table’s too high.
A cellar would fill right up.”
“Let’s head down and sweep the area, then,” Pendrake said. “Edrea,
Horgash, come with me. Lynus and Kinik, fetch our mounts.”
Fetch the horses? Lynus fumed for just a moment, then arrived at
a solution.
“Professor, what if there are gorax here? Won’t the animals be in
more danger with us?”
Pendrake grunted and nodded. “That’s true. So we all go down
together.” Lynus might be sent to fetch the horses and that bison
later, of course, but maybe Kinik and Horgash would go instead.
Edrea smiled at Lynus, and he wondered why. Then Kinik spoke,
right in his ear.
“Thank you, friend Lynus,” she said. “We will go together.
Watching Pendrake and Wesselbaum and Lloryrr search and work is
better than fetching horses.”
Lynus frowned and said nothing.
They walked down the track into the village, and the smell grew
stronger. Nervous, Lynus unslung his Radcliffe rifle, broke the breech,
and chambered a round, then shut the breech with a satisfying snap.
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bursts the heart. The gorax will run maybe three more steps before
dropping dead.”
“Shhh!” said Pendrake, signaling a halt. Then he pointed. “Where
did that come from?”
A gorax pup, first season, no larger than a boot, was rolling around
in the mud and thatch, barely ten paces from Pendrake. Its snout was
still short and cute, its tusks no more than nubs, and a fluffy tuft of
mane poked out behind its ears. Straw clung to most of the rest of it,
sticking out like feathers on a baby bird.
Edrea spoke very softly. “It came from right there, Professor. You
missed it because it was tiny, asleep, and covered in straw.” She bent
her knees and twisted, without moving her feet or making a sound,
and scanned all the way around them.
“Anything?” asked Pendrake.
“No,” she said. “Let me try—” and the pup mewled in distress,
cutting her off.
Everyone was silent. Lynus held his breath.
Several bundles of thatch, still tied to unbroken rafters, rose from
behind the pup, and a large female gorax crawled out on all fours,
apparently from a burrow dug beneath the fallen roof. Her broad
snout, somewhere between feline and porcine, glistened with stinky
saliva, and the long, tangled fur of her mane was matted with mud
and blood. She blinked against the daylight, reached for the pup
with one hairy arm, and snorted, catching new scents.
She looked at Pendrake and growled, a low belly-growl that
seemed to say “I hate you” and “I want to eat you” at the same time.
Pendrake backed away slowly. “Do as I do,” he whispered, his left
hand low, his lucky bow also low in his right hand. Horgash began
backing up as well, his carbine held the same way. As nonthreateningly
as possible.
Lynus also stepped backward, and his boot squish-crunched in
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the mud and thatch—the loudest possible step he could have taken.
He looked down to check his next step and saw a boot-sized muddy
clump of fur right next to his foot.
Morrow preserve me. Another pup.
It opened a pair of wet black eyes, stared up at Lynus, and let out
a low growl.
He looked at mama gorax. She pulled herself the rest of the way
out of the burrow and snorted again. She stood, drawing herself up
to nine feet of mud, stink, and fur, and swung her low-slung head
side to side, snorting.
Edrea took a deep breath to Lynus’ left. Had she seen the pup?
“Professor,” he said, his voice cracking between whisper and
whimper, “there’s a second pup between my feet.”
Horgash flashed Lynus an incredulous, furious glance.
“On three, run hard to your right,” said Pendrake.
Mama gorax took a step forward, still snorting, still searching.
“One.”
She drew a deep breath and stared at Lynus.
“Two.”
Her yellow gaze tracked down between his feet, and her eyes
widened.
“Three.”
Lynus froze. He was supposed to jump, supposed to run, but
mama gorax . . .
“THREE, LYNUS!” shouted Pendrake.
Lynus jumped to his left, and mama gorax roared. Then he
remembered he was supposed to go to his right, but it was too late
for that now. Mama gorax was coming, and Lynus could only hope
she was having as much trouble running in this mud as he was. The
Radcliffe that had seemed so comforting a few minutes ago was
suddenly terribly heavy.
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charging gorax sensed weakness, let out a roar that sprayed fetid drool,
and pounced. Horgash shifted to his left, his injury not hobbling him
as badly as it had first appeared. He raised his left sword, blocking
and catching one sweeping claw, then drove his right sword straight
up under the gorax’s jaw and into its brain.
Kinik was an apt student. She was nearly as tall as the thick-
maned monster she faced, but far more nimble. She slashed deeply
across its lower belly, just above the pelvis, and was rewarded with
a howl and a gout of blood. She ducked, rolled to the right, spun,
and swept for the back of its knees. Her blade turned, and she only
managed to trip the huge male with the flat. He quickly found his
footing, turned, and lunged. Kinik backpedaled over a muddy berm
and into the ruined village.
Pendrake, blade in his right hand, clutched something in his left.
When his quarry was just one bound away from him, Pendrake
tossed up a handful of bright Cygnaran crowns. The gorax raised one
claw to swipe at the shiny distraction, and Pendrake dove under that
arm, driving his sword between the pectoral fold and the rib below it.
That sword was sharper than it had a right to be, piercing far deeper
than any of the arrows had, and with much less effort.
The gorax bent forward, teeth and claws converging on the spot
that Pendrake deftly vacated, slipping under the beast’s left arm and
around behind it. With two sweeping strokes he hobbled the beast.
It fell to all fours, rolled onto its side, and expired.
Kinik called out from a good thirty paces away. “How long do I
stay out of reach?” She had the giant male loping in a slow, enraged
curve, a path he was clumsily painting in steaming red splotches.
“Until it falls down,” Edrea said. Lynus turned and saw her
standing next to him, her furrowed brow relaxing. Her hands were
empty—no rifle, no sword—but a ring of glowing runes spun
silently around her feet.
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to see no fury there. Then he recognized the expression cast over the
square-rimmed spectacles as disappointment, and his heart fell.
“You heard Horgash. There’s needle and thread in my kit if you
need it. Also, you need to strip and clean what’s left of your Radcliffe
so we can use it for parts.”
Of course. Edrea’s Radcliffe was a twin to this one.
“First, though, help Edrea collect our mounts while I collect my
thoughts.”
Lynus jogged up the trail and met Edrea coming up the other way,
leading Oathammer and Codex. He opened his mouth to speak, but
she shook her head and passed the lead lines to him.
“I’ll get the others,” she said.
He accepted the leads from Edrea and turned back up the trail,
his heart sinking with every step.
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western slope, where she was poking them one-handed with her war
cleaver, her other hand holding the Monsternomicon open in front of
her. Lynus imagined himself in the same position years ago, minus
the war cleaver and the book, poking something dead to get a better
look at it, wondering if he’d ever figure out how it worked on the
inside.
Horgash curried Greta while Oathammer and Aeshnyrr looked
on with a measure of suspicion and longing. They didn’t like the
smell of this place, and they were always skittish around trollkin.
Codex was asleep on his feet, grabbing a nap in the field like a good
soldier.
Lynus finished mending Horgash’s leggings and admired the
precision with which he’d spaced the forty stitches. The heavy leather
had required more finger strength than stitching a book binding, but
he’d done good work.
Lynus carried the leggings to Horgash, who was now tending to
the bison.
“Here you are, sir,” he said. “I think I got all the blood out, too.”
Horgash accepted the bundle and eyed Lynus’ work with
narrowed, deep-set eyes. “Now they’re cleaner than the rest of me,”
he growled. “And that stitching, I’ll never afford finery to match
that.” Then he grinned, a broad affair the length of a man’s hand.
“Don’t worry if you never get around to figuring out the right end of
a rifle. You can wash and sew for your keep.”
Pendrake spoke from across the ragged green. “Oh, Lynus knows
the right end of the rifle. I just need to drill him a bit on keeping
hold of it.” The professor waved Lynus over. Lynus walked dutifully,
stepping around scattered bits of homes.
“You threw your rifle into the mud. Threw it!” Pendrake shook
his head. “You froze when I told you to move, and when you did
move, you went the wrong way.”
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Kinik relaxed.
Lynus stepped over to her and pointed at the illustration she had
flipped to. “I cross-referenced several passages from The Wyrmsaga
Cycle for scale. Those little dots are people.”
Kinik stared down at the book. Lynus thought he’d done a pretty
good job with that picture. He hoped to never learn exactly how
good.
He walked over to the shattered home that the larger gorax had
been sheltering beneath. The thatched roof was gone, and the ground
around it was particularly well-churned. A bushel basket, crushed
flat, had walnuts spilling out of it. A hand axe lay pressed into the
mud.
Midday sunlight shone into the hole. Mud, blood, and scraps of
what used to be people—this was where the last of the bodies had
ended up, dragged in here by a scavenging pack of gorax. Blowflies
swarmed, and Lynus briefly considered attempting a field test of the
“carrion clock,” but thought better of climbing down there.
The hole was deep, with pooling water at the bottom. The gorax
pack would have had the opportunity to bathe, something your
average gorax didn’t do nearly often enough. Even if they’d just wash
their faces, get rid of the drool, and remove the rotting food from
their teeth, maybe they wouldn’t smell quite so foul.
Lynus stared into the hole. Teeth. There was something about the
shape of the hole. It didn’t look like any burrow he’d seen before. He
turned his head sideways. Layers of loam were stretched and pulled,
along with long, questing roots from the nearby grove of apple and
walnut trees. They weren’t dug out with gorax claws, but punched
through from below. Like an argus tooth punching through an
entomology text, stretching bits of the cover, tearing pages, dragging
the raw edges of the hole with it.
The hole in the ground looked like an exit wound.
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Edrea spoke first. “Now that we know what to look for, the track
is an obvious one, but even the most experienced woodsman would
be hard-pressed to follow it any farther.”
“Indeed,” Pendrake said.
Lynus frowned. If it wasn’t big enough to be a gorgandur, perhaps
it was a new breed of Thornwood mauler or a burrowing species of
troll. But there were no footprints. Were there giant versions of the
toxic tatzylwurm?
“People in Bednar,” said Kinik, “they had guns, yes?”
“They did,” Horgash said. “A couple of older carbines, Cygnaran
surplus from Vinter’s era. I offered to buy them last year, trade them
up to proper hunting rifles, but Bairyck wouldn’t hear it. Pride, plus
they were just scraping by. Make do or do without, he said.”
“Oh,” she said. “But so few. They used bows too?”
Edrea stepped over to Kinik. “You’ve found something. You don’t
need to wait until you know what it means before you share it with
us.”
Kinik held up half an arrow. “It was hiding in the splinters.”
The head was gone, broken off and lost somewhere, and the
fletching was muddy, but it was obviously an arrow.
Edrea accepted it and splashed some water from her canteen over
the fletching. She stared at it, then looked over to Lynus.
“What kind of feather is this?”
He took the arrow and examined it. The mud had soaked in and
sullied the lighter colors, and the fletching was made from small
parts of what had been the full feathers, but a clear, banded pattern
remained.
He imagined that pattern on multiple feathers. Broad, stiff, flight
feathers? Tail feathers? Yes, definitely tail feathers . . . for display.
Fletching needed to guide the arrow, but it could also be pretty.
He walked over to his satchel and dug for a sketchbook. What
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was that pretty pheasant he’d seen two summers ago? He turned
pages, sometimes flipping the sketchbook upside down, sometimes
flipping the arrow over.
“At least it’s a proper picture book he’s lost in,” said Horgash.
“Shhh,” Pendrake said. “He’s not lost. He’s never lost in a book.”
“Kinik, let’s you and I cast about for more of these arrows,” Edrea
said.
Lynus ignored them. Their conversation barely registered now that
he was reading, seeking . . . He turned pages, rotated his sketches,
and shook his head. It wasn’t here. He dug a small bound tome out
of his pack.
“Dhunia help us, is he going to read all of them?”
Lynus kept reading. Hunting.
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“On the subject of dark futures,” said Horgash, “the sun is low,
and our quarry has a long head start.” He pointed to a spot on the
trail that looked, to Lynus’ eye, like any other. “But once they got
well away from the village, they did indeed leave some tracks.”
“Lead on, then,” said Pendrake, and they crossed into the misty
woods. Lynus grasped the small medallion between his thumb and
knuckle, and an old prayer came to his lips, unbidden.
“Strengthen our hands and steady our feet,” he said, “that we may
master tribulation.”
“It is a lovely prayer,” Edrea said, “but you might consider granting
your god a bit less room to weasel out of the deal.”
Lynus thought for a moment. “. . . that we may master tribulation,
and that we may track this particular tribulation, and put an end to it.”
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PART II: EDREA
Edrea Lloryrr cast her eyes up into the twisted, leafy canopy of the
Widower’s Wood, thrilled at the momentary sensation of vertigo
as she strode amid the ancient, towering trees. This deep in the
woods the canopy arched overhead like a vaulted ceiling, nearly a
bowshot away, and that ceiling was itself probably a bowshot thick.
Yesterday they’d passed a downed tree that had been a full hundred
paces from rotting root-ball to tapered tip.
The canopy blotted out the brilliance of the afternoon light,
leaving a diffuse, grey-green dimness below. Drifting patches of mist
and thickets of heavy scrub further obscured her view. Even in the
broadest of daylight, the Widower’s Wood was a dark place.
The forest also swallowed sound. Edrea could hear Pendrake riding
Codex a dozen paces behind her, and could make out Aeshnyrr’s soft
stepping as she trailed the professor on a lead, but she had to strain
to hear anything beyond that.
Well, anything except Kinik. The poor ogrun creaked and
clomped louder than any two of their mounts put together. Louder
than Oathammer eating, even.
Edrea lowered her gaze and scanned again. If she was right, the
Tharn had detoured to run up the middle of a stream for almost
a day’s travel, hoping to throw off whatever pursuit Cygnar
might muster. An effective tactic, but that stream meandered
quite a bit. Edrea had suggested a shortcut, a straight path, in
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and—
The bent branch and clear footprint caught her eye from six paces
away.
“Hah!” she exclaimed. “I do believe I’ve picked them up again!”
“Well done, Edrea!” said Pendrake. “Take a moment to refine your
hypothesis while Codex and I circumnavigate this bit of thicket.”
The print came from what looked like a human foot, but with five
indentations past the tip of each toe—toenails thickened and grown
into claws as formidable as any beast’s. Tharn, and unmistakably so.
That foot had landed heavily in soft peat, the outer edge digging
deeply, suggesting a turn. She looked where it led and saw more bent
branches.
The Tharn must have thought their day of splashing and wading
would shake all pursuit, because this trail was obvious. Hypothesis
refined, she thought with a smile as Pendrake arrived behind her.
“They turned here and headed over the rise.” She pointed to the
clear signs of passage.
Pendrake rode up alongside her, leaned low in the saddle, and
adjusted his spectacles.
“Astutely concluded,” he said, nodding.
“Hah!” said Horgash, the exclamation a rasping bark. “I can make
that trail out from back here.”
His voice pained Edrea, not for what he said, but because it
sounded like it hurt him to speak. Trollkin voices were almost always
great and booming, at once loud and melodious. Horgash’s sounded
like his throat was full of scabs.
“Up and over, then,” said Pendrake. “Gained ground doesn’t grant
us the luxury of dallying over an obvious track.”
Edrea nodded and strode up the trail. They’d been pushing
hard, tracking for twelve hours each day. Pendrake had expressed
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hours. She pinched a bit of the loamy soil, rubbing it between her
fingers. It held its shape better than sand or loose soil would.
“We are very definitely catching up. These prints were made
sometime yesterday.”
“Excellent work, Edrea!” Pendrake said. “At times like these, I
wish you were a student, so I could reward you with high marks.”
High praise was enough, but Edrea chose to revel in the moment
rather than say so.
“Professor,” Lynus said, “this fog is unusually thick, even for these
woods. Swamp gobbers have been known to generate fog like this to
facilitate an ambush.”
“If a Tharn war party came this way, it would have scared off
gobbers and bogrin alike,” said Pendrake. “Besides, I expect the five
of us look rather imposing, especially with Horgash and Kinik in our
number.”
Edrea spied something she hadn’t seen since entering the
woods—signs of permanent habitation. An eight-foot length of
wooden walkway jutted out of the mud. Part of a pier, perhaps, but
significantly narrower than would be comfortable for humans or
Iosans, let alone trollkin or ogrun. It was maybe three feet wide.
Barely enough room to walk single file, and none at all to get work
done loading and unloading boats.
But that width was just right for gobbers. They and their slightly
larger cousins, bogrin, would be right at home working atop this, out
over whatever nearby body of water it used to jut into.
“Well!” Pendrake said as he rode up behind Edrea. “Gobbers
indeed!”
“It looks like part of a pier,” she said, “but I haven’t found the lake
yet.”
They heard splashing, followed by a sharp curse in Molgur-Trul,
the trollkin tongue. Horgash was making a spiteful and entirely
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back from the edge after each pass, and Codex twitched his ears while
lapping. Sensible. There were a lot of things that might lurk under
dark, still waters like these, waiting for thirsty prey.
Oathammer had his muzzle so far into the lake, Edrea wondered
whether Lynus’ gelding was trying to drink through its nose.
“Definitely a good place to water,” Pendrake said. “I can see why
a band setting a hard pace would detour here, though they should
have topped up while moving through the stream.” The professor
scratched his chin. “Then again, the stream is a slow one, and if they
were in a hurry they’d have been kicking up silt. I certainly wouldn’t
wish my own water bags half-full of mud.”
Edrea considered their next steps. “In this mist,” she said, “we can
either stay with Greta and the horses or scan the shore for tracks. We
can’t do both without splitting up. I can’t see more than a half-dozen
paces in any direction.”
“Can’t you use your Iosan magic to see better?” Lynus asked.
Edrea sighed. She was tired, having walked all morning while
the others rode, and she’d never been able to weave vossyl liumyn
effectively when exhausted.
Not that she was about confess this.
“There is magic that will help me see through the mist, yes, but
it also helps me see through underbrush. Some of the best signs I’ve
found along this trail have been bent branches, and when I weave for
sight I’m more likely to miss those.”
“Oh,” Lynus said, “I never thought of it that way.”
“Indeed, it is truly fascinating,” said Pendrake. “But like any
imperfect or questionable experiment, if it provides us with more
information, it is preferable to remaining in ignorance. Wouldn’t you
say?”
Edrea sighed. The professor was right. And perhaps she wasn’t
that tired after all.
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from the water’s edge and tied them where Horgash had Greta
tethered. Aeshnyrr relaxed, but Codex remained tense.
Edrea continued to scan the area. She hadn’t seen signs of gators,
dracodiles, or other large predators, but that didn’t mean there weren’t
any hiding beyond the range of her woven sight. She concentrated
again, reaching for the power to see farther. She thought she caught a
hint of amber far out in the water, well past what she should be able
to see. Her eyes watered. She clenched her teeth. The sigils spinning
about her wrist pulsed a little more brightly.
“Edrea, what—aaugh!” Lynus was right behind her, and suddenly
they were both in a heap on the ground. The etched-tin clarity of the
hollow went misty and grey. The mists swept back in on her vision,
a throbbing headache rushing with them.
“Scyrah’s rest,” she muttered. “Now I can’t see.”
“Sorry. I came over to see what you were looking at and caught
my foot on a root. Did I hurt you?”
“Just startled,” she said, rolling clear of the clumsy youth. She
tried to keep the anger out of her voice. “The sight is gone, and I’ve
given myself a headache.”
“That sort of disruption is unfortunately common among less
practiced arcanists,” Pendrake said, offering her a hand up along
with a wink. “Proof positive that natural ability remains secondary
to diligently focused practice.”
Edrea fumed. The professor’s jesting wink didn’t change that
he would prefer to see Edrea formally enroll at the university, as if
the seventeen years she’d spent studying the world at her own pace
counted for nothing, as if Professor Victor Pendrake, man of no
magical ability whatsoever, could teach things he could barely even
see, let alone practice. Iosan arcane tradition was older than human
civilization, not to mention Corvis University.
Worse still, “diligently focused practice” in the university
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the spring rains. Then there was a full summer of growth, autumn
spores, a winter, and then another full growing season.”
“Tharn arrows in Bednar,” said Kinik, “but none here. If gobbers
were fighting in the trees, arrows would be stuck in wood everywhere.”
“Maybe sixteen months ago the Tharn had different tactics,” said
Lynus.
“And a smaller pet,” Horgash said. “No flattening here.”
“Not flattened,” Edrea said, “clawed. Right there, on that tree
trunk.” The claw marks, healing from a season of tree growth, reached
almost to the level of deck they stood upon. Something huge and
hungry had attempted to scale the tree to get at the highest gobber-
sized morsels.
“As there were no claw marks in Bednar, we find no arrows here.
And from the absence of the usual bric-a-brac, I think many of the
gobbers survived, grabbed what they could, and fled,” Pendrake said.
“I think we can conclude that this was something other than a giant
burrowing serpent and a Tharn war party.”
A gurgling, huffing noise sounded out across the lake.
Lynus looked at Pendrake, wide-eyed. Pendrake scowled and
cocked his head to the side.
“That noise sounded very big,” Kinik said.
“Shhh,” said Pendrake.
“Mother Dhunia,” Horgash said. “This is an ambush. The Tharn
laid tracks for us, led us right into the middle of a fog drake’s feeding
ground.”
“Fog drake. Yes, that’s the sound,” said Pendrake.
“Not a true dragon,” Kinik said, “but big, dangerous, and can see
us even in mist, yes?”
Yes, Edrea cursed silently. She traced vossyl and was rewarded with
a single, flickering half sigil, followed by sharp pain behind her eyes.
“Exactly, Kinik. You’ve done the assigned reading,” Pendrake said.
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“Now, reading those claw marks, we’re safe up here, but our mounts
are staked out like bait.” He began to run back along the catwalk.
“Bah!” he shouted almost immediately. “Horgash, which way to the
stairs?”
“Wurm take the stairs!” said Horgash. He dropped over the rail,
grabbed the deck on the way down, and hung from his hands for
a moment. “We’re on the third story, but gobbers are short.” He
dropped into the mist.
Kinik peered over after him, threw her war-cleaver like a spear
into the mud below, and followed.
Edrea watched her vanish and thought better of taking that
route herself. If she hung from the deck, her feet would still be a full
fourteen feet above the mud and debris below. She turned and ran
along the catwalk, quickly catching up with Pendrake.
“I remember the way,” she said, slipping past him.
“We’ll follow you, then,” said Pendrake.
The huffing sound came again, accompanied by splashing. If
Edrea could trust her sense of direction at all, the drake was headed
toward their animals.
Aeshnyrr, I’m coming.
She breathed deeply as she ran, attempting to clear her head. Past
the big room with the anvil, left around the largest tree, then straight
ahead, and she could see the stairs.
Her breathing deepened with exertion as she ran down the stairs,
and by the time she reached the bottom, the pain in her head had
subsided. She inhaled, closed her eyes, traced again. She felt the ring
of Iosan runes flare to life about her right wrist, and when she opened
her eyes she could see everything.
Outlined in amber, the horses and Greta stood straight ahead
forty paces. All stamped nervously. The shore and the pier’s pilings
lay to the left. Also left, and a bit behind Edrea, lay the sodden ruins
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Ogrun, fog drake, and trollkin all collided in the same screeching,
screaming instant.
“Fish anatomy, not lizard!” shouted Lynus, starting forward with
his sword in front of him. “No jugular in front!”
“Take my left, lad!” Pendrake shouted and charged toward the
din.
Lynus ran behind and to the left of Pendrake, both hands gripping
the haft of his sword over his head, the trailing blade readied for a
wicked chop.
“Biggest vessels run along the spine! Hard to get to!” Lynus yelled.
Kinik was pinned in the mud beneath one of the drake’s three-
clawed feet, the center claw resting in a dent in her breastplate. She
had one hand just above the butt of her polearm, but even with one
hand and no leverage she was able to swing the massive blade around
and swat the drake’s hind flank in a failed attempt to get it to lift its
foreleg.
Edrea looked for a good target, and found none.
Horgash struck thrice at the drake’s head, leaving only shallow
wounds against the heavy scales. The creature snapped at him, clearly
hoping to brush him off so it could focus on turning Kinik into a
proper meal.
Pendrake ran to Horgash’s right and lunged at the snapping drake.
It saw him coming before he had a target and drew its head back.
Pendrake’s sword flashed through empty air.
Horgash lunged as the creature began another strike, his counter
perfectly timed and aimed straight for sensitive sinus cavities until
Lynus’ blade arrived. His overhead swing came down hard on
Horgash’s sword, deflecting it, and both blades went point-first into
the mud. The drake’s enormous head slammed into Horgash and
Lynus simultaneously, knocking them apart and five paces back.
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“No impact anymore. Not unless you count ragged breathing and
a sore throat.”
“Well, the bit you shouted was iron sinew, proven blade from
‘Ballad of the Hero.’” Lynus held the book open and pointed at the
page for emphasis. “Commonly shouted as battle is joined, Cole
says.” He closed the book and looked up at Horgash with something
approaching awe. “The way you tore into that drake, I thought
maybe you were using trollkin magic.”
“No magic, boy. Years of practice, and ten seconds of desperation.
I’ve got Bragg’s blood, yes, but his gift is gone.” Horgash lowered
his head and shook it. “I haven’t been able to call for years, but
sometimes, in the heat of a fight I still try.”
Trollkin could regenerate lost limbs, provided they survived the
initial wound. What injury could have stripped a fell caller of his
song?
Edrea had to know. “What happened to your voice, Horgash?”
The creases in the great blue brow deepened, and Horgash’s eyes
narrowed. He was looking not at Edrea, but at Pendrake.
The professor nodded. “It’s part of their legacy, too, old friend.”
“Very well then.” Horgash cleared his throat. “Fourteen years ago,
late in the winter of 592, I played cards with Saxon Orrik, and I
won.”
“Oh dear, that Saxon Orrik?” Edrea turned to Pendrake. “The one
you got court-martialed?”
“The same,” said Pendrake. “This happened after Vinter IV
pardoned him and put him to work for the Inquisition.”
“What happened to him after the coup?” Lynus asked.
“I was telling a story,” Horgash said, rasping the best roar he
could. Then, more softly, “Interruptions like this never happened
when I could call.”
Edrea sat silently and looked at the others.
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“Sharp, isn’t it?” Lynus said, waving his scalpel. “Now, it’s a good
idea to reach in and check the sac first, because if it’s full, and you cut
it, there’s fog everywhere. I’m not quite sure how the juice works, but
it’s a mess you don’t make twice.”
“Friend Lynus,” said Kinik, pointing at the gaping wound. “If you
can cut such a hole with that tiny knife, why do you carry a too-big
sword?”
The ogrun made a good point. Edrea looked at Lynus, curious
how he’d respond.
“The little knife is for samples that aren’t trying to eat me. Living,
angry, samples? I prefer to kill them from as far off as possible. If the
rifle doesn’t do the job, the great sword gives me the next longest
reach.”
Kinik nodded.
Lynus reached into the hole his incisions had made. “Also, the
sword is intimidating. Lots of things look at that blade and decide to
find an easier meal elsewhere.”
Horgash grunted. “If you want to intimidate things with that
blade, you need to learn how to use it. The way your point bobbles,
anything brighter than a cow is going to smack the blade aside on its
way to ripping your throat out.”
Lynus withdrew the fog glands from the fog drake—each about
the size of an apple. “You’re talking about using my sword on people,”
he said. “We’re scholars of extraordinary zoology. People aren’t really
what we hunt.”
“Lynus, he has a point,” Pendrake said, patting the scabbard
where his Orgoth blade now rested. “You must be proficient with
any weapon you wield. These Tharn are dangerous, and quite a bit
brighter than cows, as evidenced by the trap they so skillfully laid for
us.”
“But are we still hunting them?” asked Lynus. “Edrea lost the trail.”
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Edrea winced at that. She hadn’t lost the trail because of the
horses. She’d lost the trail because their quarry wanted her to lose the
trail. They’d foreseen pursuit taking a shortcut and planted obvious
prints to lead trackers of lesser woodcraft astray. Trackers like her.
“Indeed,” Pendrake said, “but there are many ways to find things
in these woods. I believe it’s time to go speak to my friend Groth.”
They moved single file through the woods. Edrea rode Aeshnyrr,
quietly thankful to be on horseback rather than straining at signs in
the brush. She worried for Pendrake, who was now afoot in front,
but the professor had insisted, and was setting a good pace. His share
of the supplies rode with Edrea, since she was the lightest among
them, and Aeshnyrr was strong.
Horgash rode Greta just behind Pendrake, the contrast in their
sizes dramatic. Kinik took up the rear, having apparently decided
that this was the position in line where all the students belonged.
And frankly, after seeing her pound the dent from her breastplate
with a single stroke from the butt of the war cleaver, Edrea was more
than happy to have the young ogrun at her back.
“Groth is a name I have heard, I think?” asked Kinik.
“He’s a friend of Pendrake’s,” Edrea said. “He recounted their
meeting in the Monsternomicon, which is likely where you heard the
name.” Kinik carried a copy of that book everywhere, a practice that
Edrea found admirable, and just a little adorable.
“Page sixty-eight,” Lynus said. “Groth is a farrow shaman.
Pendrake saved him from a dracodile, made a friend, and got that
very suit of draco-hide armor in the bargain.”
“And that,” said Edrea, “is why Lynus doesn’t carry a copy of the
Monsternomicon with him. He’s memorized it.”
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needed any of it and usually lost most of it.” Lynus reached into
the satchel at his side. “But every time we went out, I found myself
wishing for some book or another that I didn’t have along with me,
and it was always something I never suspected I’d need. So I started
packing more and more books, until the professor joked about
pillaging and told me I was carrying too much.”
“I believe you still carry too much, but go on.”
“Well, I pared back to the essential references, and then, on a
whim, I decided that essentials-plus-three was a good compromise.”
He held up the book of trollkin verse. “So these days I grab three
books I haven’t read. If there’s time, I make a point of reading them
so I don’t have to bring them along next time.”
“Two more trips out and you won’t need to bring any books at
all,” Edrea said.
“Then I will take over the carrying of books,” said Kinik. “I love
to carry books.” She held up her beaten, dog-eared copy of Viktor
Pendrake’s Monsternomicon, open to the farrow entry. “I can carry
more than you, friend Lynus. I can carry all of the books.”
“That,” said Lynus wistfully, “would be traveling in style.”
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While Lynus and Kinik made camp and laid out dinner, Edrea
walked Greta, Oathammer, and Aeshnyrr down to the creek where
they could drink and munch on the lush growth. Aeshnyrr had
picked up a deep scratch in her run through the underbrush, which
Edrea treated and wrapped.
Poor Codex, she thought. Such a noble creature. And such an
ignoble end.
Edrea gave Aeshnyrr a loving pat and climbed back up onto the
bluff.
“Again, it is dinner. And again, I do not smell bacon,” said Horgash,
eyeing the spread of canned beans, corned beef, and hardtack.
“You’d eat bacon at every meal, and then we’d have none to coax
us out of bed come breakfast,” Lynus said.
“Someone should have thought of that when provisioning this
trip,” Horgash said. “A square five meals of bacon would, I am quite
certain, help the healing along.” He made a show of rubbing the leg
where he’d been wounded by Lynus’ misfire.
“Is that still hurting?” Edrea asked. She treated Lynus to a
conspiratorial wink. “I just treated Aeshnyrr with some ointment
from the stables. It smells lovely.”
Lynus grinned at Edrea and blushed. She liked his smile when he
blushed.
Horgash laughed. “No ointment! I already smell enough like a
horse, and I’m not even riding one! I certainly don’t need to wear
their perfume.” Everyone laughed at that. Horgash’s voice might be
ruined, but he still had the skills of an entertainer.
Lynus passed tins around and the conversation stopped as mouths filled
with food. Horgash aptly demonstrated the legendary trollkin appetite,
eating more than five times as much as Edrea, and then casting about in
search of something else to consume. Even Kinik, a head taller and at least
eighty pounds heavier, looked impressed. Or perhaps distressed.
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“I’m happy to take the third watch,” Pendrake offered. “I rise well
enough in the morning, but at my age an interrupted night’s sleep
just won’t do.”
“This bullet hole,” said Horgash, rubbing the mended spot on
his leggings, “should be all healed up tomorrow, assuming I get a
full night’s sleep on this belly full of it-still-isn’t-bacon.” He cocked
his heavy brow and looked across the waning firelight at Lynus. “I
volunteer Lynus for the second watch.”
Lynus sighed and shrugged. “Sure.” This would be his third night
in a row on second watch.
“I can watch first?” asked Kinik.
Pendrake scratched his chin, appearing to consider her offer. Edrea
knew him well enough to guess at his unspoken line of thought. Kinik
was new, but she had proven herself well during the last three days.
“The first watch is yours, Pupil Helegroth.” Pendrake continued
formally, in Molgur-Og. “I entrust my life and the lives of my friends
to you and to the long arm of your blade this night.”
Kinik beamed, and Edrea took pleasure at having guessed the
outcome, even if she hadn’t expected Pendrake to apply his knowledge
of ogrun culture so effectively.
Edrea stirred the coals and laid additional fuel near the fire for the
night’s watches as Pendrake, Horgash, and Lynus settled themselves
into their bedrolls. Then she stepped quietly over to Kinik, who was
already facing away from the campsite, adjusting her eyes.
“Kinik, may I beg a favor?”
Kinik bowed. “It honors me.”
“Wake me for the second watch. Lynus needs the sleep.”
“I will.”
“Thank you.” Edrea slipped back to the rest of the group and
into her bedroll.
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The night had a damp chill to it, but there was no wind. Kinik
had gone back to bed several minutes ago, and her breathing had
now settled into that deep almost-snore common to ogrun.
Edrea squatted at the edge of the bluff, feet flat, knees wide—a
pose she could hold for hours. She scanned the ring of dark shadow
surrounding this clearing. The fire was quite low, embers only, and
no starlight could hope to pierce the blackness of these woods. The
mists below the bluff had thickened during the night, and even with
the glow of the lantern the creek was lost under a river of fog.
She breathed deeply and slowly, and felt for the weave of energy
above, below, behind. She closed her eyes to clear her mind of the
illusion that her eyes were of any real use in this darkness.
She opened her eyes to the weave and inhaled breath and power.
She traced vossyl. The sigil glowed brightly but gave no useful light.
She exhaled, and the runes scattered into bits of glowing script,
which Edrea twisted about her wrist with a tracing of liumyn.
The deep blackness that had been all her natural sight could discern
of the Widower’s Wood resolved into trees, clearly outlined in shades
of grey. The creek was visible too, the obscuring mists transparent.
Countless small, glowing forms appeared amid the undergrowth,
in the trees, and high above in the canopy, their silhouettes easily
identified. Hawk. Vole. Snake. Owl. She turned slowly, scanning the
bluff they were camped on, the creek bed below, and the trees on the
other side. The three mounts stood asleep. Her companions were safe
in their bedrolls, each outlined in a steady amber glow. Lynus was
not a short man, but he was slender, and compared to the others he
looked almost like a child as he slept curled in his bag.
Edrea relaxed into the spell. After a few minutes the sensation was
similar to that of her eyes having adjusted to a change in the light,
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and she was able to maintain it with no more effort than continued
breathing, with no repeat of the headaches from this morning. It
helped that she was sitting on her heels, not running or swinging
a rifle like a club. Or trying to do both at the same time. That had
been harrowing.
The movements in the forest fascinated her. Some creatures foraged
or scavenged amid the duff and scrub, stealthily scurrying or sliding
from cover to cover. Others hunted, typically perched in branches
just below the thick braid of the canopy proper. Occasionally, there
was a flurry of movement, a collision of the glowing forms, usually
followed by the extinguishing of one of the amber silhouettes.
These patterns were comforting. If something large and dangerous
should approach from beyond the range of this sight, these smaller
creatures would scatter or freeze. Their dance of predation was a sure
sign that, for now at least, all was well.
At long last, Edrea heard Professor Pendrake stirring. She was
seeing the woods in a way he never could. She consulted her pocket
watch, an elegant yet durable Ordic piece. Two hours until dawn.
She had maintained this sight for nearly 140 minutes.
She looked over to Pendrake and watched him wake himself. His
army service, decades past, had provided him with some internal
bugler to sound the changing of the night watch, rousing him in
time for his shift.
Pendrake sat up and looked to the bedroll where Lynus soundlessly
slept. He then scanned the camp, and, squinting, looked over to
where Edrea still squatted, flat on her feet.
“I asked Kinik to wake me instead of Lynus,” she said softly,
anticipating his question.
“Ah.” Pendrake rubbed his eyes, and then with the precision
of a long-practiced ritual, removed his glasses from their case on
his knapsack and perched them on his nose. “A kindness the lad
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Maintaining the sight, she stood and walked a bit to the east, her
legs only now complaining about two hours of squatting. She was
suddenly quite tired, and the ache was distracting. She rubbed her
temple as the beginnings of a new headache formed. She regretted
thinking about how absurd it would be for her eyes to explode.
And then the patterns in the forest shifted. Creatures ducked into
burrows. Birds took wing. Something big was coming this way.
“Professor?” she said. “Throw something on the fire and wake the
others.”
“What do you see?” asked Pendrake. Edrea could feel a flash of
heat as he kindled the flames high for light.
“Nothing yet, but the little things are making way for something
lar . . . oh my.”
The outline was, to Edrea’s sight, similar in size to a dire troll, but
this shape was different, like a giant bipedal boar, with hooves on its
hind legs and fingered hands on its forelegs. It wore armor, too—
spiked bracers and pauldrons, and a half helmet. Like a big farrow.
A dire farrow?
After a moment, another figure came into view, a hundred paces
or so behind the first. This was a farrow of the usual scale, clearly
following the first. The big one rooted hungrily every so often.
Hunting.
“I’m up,” Lynus said. “What is it?”
“Shhh,” said Pendrake. “Edrea’s still trying to make that out for
us.”
“Two farrow, Professor.”
“We’re getting close to Groth’s home, and the village he serves.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” Edrea said. “One of these is really big. I’ve never
seen a farrow this big. Are there dire farrow?”
“Morrow, I hope not,” said Lynus.
“There will need to be another book,” said Kinik.
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“They’re following the creek. They can’t miss us, and the big one
is hungry.”
“I’ll teach it a thing or two about hungry,” Horgash rasped wearily.
“I was dreaming of bacon.”
The big farrow paused and snorted heavily. It turned from the
creek and looked directly up at Edrea and the others. Their scent or
their firelight had finally penetrated the mist. The beast chuffed and
stamped, as if preparing to charge. Then it whimpered and looked
back over its shoulder at the smaller farrow.
“I think the little farrow is controlling the big one,” she said.
“Similar, perhaps, to the bonds among trollkin and the full trolls?”
said Pendrake.
“Hrrmph,” Horgash grunted.
“We should make ourselves look bigger?” Kinik said. “Open
coats, arms wide, stand tall?”
“Bigger might not help,” Edrea said. “The big one is half again the
size of Greta.”
“We’re not bigger, but we do have numbers,” said Pendrake. She
heard the creak as he strung his bow, followed closely by the snap-
clank of Horgash’s Vislovski, readied for firing. She thought to reach
for her own rifle and felt foolish when she remembered it was leaning
against a tree, far out of reach.
“Here you go,” Lynus said, tapping her on the shoulder. He was
holding her rifle, offering it to her.
She flashed him a smile. “Thank you.”
The big farrow stopped next to the creek. The smaller one walked
past it toward the bluff.
“Make that twice the size of Horgash’s bison,” she said. “It’s
standing down there in the mist. The little one is coming to us.
Hands are empty, raised a little bit.”
“Weapons ready, but low,” said Pendrake.
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The farrow who stepped into the firelight was about as tall as
Professor Pendrake, but easily as broad as Horgash. Not exactly
“little” after all. Edrea revised her estimate of the bigger farrow’s size
yet again.
This one wore a heavy coat and had several bandoliers of
ammunition draped across its chest—no, ammunition and cigars. A
large-bored lever-action carbine hung at its side, the barrel cut short.
A crime, really. The action and barrel appeared Llaelese, perhaps
from a Dunmont, but was now cut down and restocked to look like
a common pig iron.
Edrea decided not to say that aloud.
“I’m Rorsh,” he said with a grunt. He thumbed back over his
shoulder. “That’s Brine.”
“Victor Pendrake.” The professor nodded, un-nocking the arrow
he had ready.
Rorsh grunted again and scratched his jowl. “Pendrake? Really?”
“You’ve heard of me?”
“Hearing Groth tell it, I thought you’d be bigger. But you do have
the coat.”
Pendrake laughed. “I do indeed. We’re on our way to see him.
How is my old friend doing?”
“Well enough. Just saw him this morning. Got breakfast.”
Rorsh looked around at the others, and Edrea wondered why his
gaze lingered on her. Oh . . . she still had a bracelet of runes spinning
around her wrist. Rorsh would have no way of knowing whether
she was readying a blast of arcane fire or just warming a bedroll. She
released the spell. Rorsh gave her a very subtle nod and then turned
back to Pendrake.
“Speaking of which, it’s almost breakfast time again.”
“We’d be happy to offer you a meal,” said Pendrake, “but I’m
afraid we didn’t bring provisions enough for your friend Brine.”
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Edrea snapped awake. The sky was still dark. The fire had died
down a bit but still crackled. Everything else was silent. Nobody was
talking.
She sat up. Everyone was looking to the east. The grizzled farrow’s
ears twitched, and Edrea heard footfalls. Running hard, and coming
fast. Pendrake drew his sword, and Horgash had both of his blades
out and ready. Taking a cue from them, Edrea slipped out of her
bedroll and grabbed her rifle.
“Rorsh, are you expecting someone? Because we are not,” Pendrake
said.
“No.” The farrow gestured in the direction of the footfalls with his
pistol. “But those are farrow feet.”
The footfalls grew heavier and closer, and Edrea heard hard
breathing along with them. A young farrow burst into the firelight,
chest heaving and tongue lolling, his shirtless, furry flanks glistening
with sweat. He stopped just two steps into the camp and doubled
over, struggling for breath. A spear and two arrows protruded from
the thick, hairy ridge of his back.
“He’s injured!” Edrea said.
“Those are Tharn arrows,” said Lynus.
“Shhh,” said Pendrake.
Rorsh grunted at the newcomer in the farrow tongue.
The young farrow responded in squeals and grunts, punctuated
with pained gasps.
Rorsh shook his head and grunted again, holding out a hand as
if for coin.
The young farrow squealed weakly, tears in its eyes.
“Shhhh,” Pendrake said again, finger to his lips. “Something
followed him.”
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Edrea drew in a deep breath and wove for sight. She was still
exhausted, but the runes spun to life about her wrist easily. The forest
resolved into sharp, tin-grey detail. Amber silhouettes again outlined
each of her companions, their mounts, the two farrow, and the huge
farrow beast, Brine.
Five more silhouettes glowed deep in the woods, each the size of
a bear, yet spiked like thistle blossoms. They moved as a group, like
wolves, only far larger. The pack fanned out, flanking the camp.
“Spine rippers,” Edrea announced. “Five of them. They’ve got the
bluff circled on three sides.”
“Morrow preserve us,” said Lynus, drawing his sword. Kinik
picked up her polearm from where it leaned against a tree.
“Gonna lose a couple of horses,” said Rorsh. He drew deeply on
his cigar and blew out a thick cloud of smoke. “Or Brine can guard
’em, and you only lose one.” Edrea heard the giant farrow stamp
and snort down by the creek, near the mounts. Oh, Aeshnyrr, that
monster sounded hungry. Edrea opened her mouth to speak.
“We need them both,” said Pendrake. “I’ll pay eighty crowns.”
“Crowns don’t feed Brine. Four hundred.”
“Five times my offer? Please. One sixty.”
“A horse is worth at least that in these woods,” Rorsh said. He
drew on his cigar. “Two fifty.”
“Two twenty cleans me out.”
“Two twenty and a pound of that bacon.”
Pendrake tossed a bag of coins at Rorsh. “Money down. Bacon
on delivery.”
“Done,” Rorsh said, catching the bag and dropping it into a coat
pocket already bulging with other things. Cylindrical things. Edrea
thought she saw fuses.
“Lynus,” Pendrake said, “what can you tell us about spine rippers?”
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shallow mouth edged with spines. Food works its way up that track
to the true mouth. If they pounce on you, you’re food.”
“Arterial placement? With these odds we need quick kills.”
“On it.” Lynus speared his sword into the ground, grabbed his
satchel, and began digging through it.
“I bet it’s not in your trollkin songbook.”
“Stow that, Horgash,” Pendrake snapped. “Circle up while Lynus
finds us the best place to cut. You take the south side, Kinik on the
north, I’ll take the east, Edrea and Lynus in the middle. Rorsh, you
take the west, where you can see Brine and the horses.”
“Don’t need to see ’em,” Rorsh said, tapping his head and waggling
his heavy brows. “Magic.”
Edrea wondered at this. Vossyl liumyn let her see things clearly
through brush or fog, but she couldn’t actually see through the bluff.
The young farrow wheezed and collapsed. Its amber outline
flickered once, then vanished.
“Ran his dumb self to death,” muttered Rorsh.
“Those are big and very ugly,” Kinik said.
Lynus looked up and his eyes went wide. Edrea realized the spine
rippers were now close enough to the fire’s light that everyone else
could see them too. She blew out a breath and released the spell,
conserving strength for the fight to come.
“Quickly please, Lynus,” said Pendrake. “I remember that false
maw being tender, but that’s the extent of it.”
Lynus flipped furiously through a stack of papers loosely held
inside a makeshift cover of worked leather. “I’ve got dissection notes
in here somewhere.”
The spine rippers prowled the edge of the firelight, their eyes
flashing in reflected yellow as they glared at the group. A pack of
wolves would have been intimidated by six bipeds with weapons
drawn, but these beasts were too big and too hungry for that. And
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their prey, the poor farrow who had run himself to death to deliver
a message to Rorsh, lay in plain sight. They grew bolder, moving
farther into the circle of firelight.
Edrea moved closer to Lynus traced fheyissa, the sigils for “fortress,”
in the air. She drew in as much power as she could and clenched
her fist around the symbols. A circle of runes appeared, flat on the
ground with Edrea at their center.
“We’ve only just met,” Rorsh said, “but I accept.”
“Accept what?” asked Pendrake.
“I’m weaving for protection,” Edrea said. “It reaches everybody. I
didn’t know Rorsh had a choice.”
Rorsh snorted. “I brought my own. You’ll see.”
“Found ’em!” Lynus announced. “No big arteries in front. Two
two-chambered hearts, one inside each lung, left and right of a heavy
sternum. Massive artery and vein pair running up the ventral face of
the spinal column. You’d have to break its back to sever that.”
“Or go in deep through the false mouth,” Pendrake said. “I really
had hoped to have forgotten something more convenient.”
“What’s this note here?” Lynus asked, half to himself. “Smudged
it in the lab.”
Edrea thumbed back the hammer on her rifle with a click.
Rorsh snapped a glance at her. “You fire, they pounce,” he grunted,
waving his gun. After his comment about feeding their horses to
Brine, Edrea felt pretty good about dubbing it pig iron.
“Good point,” said Pendrake. “Together, then. On three. One . . .”
A spine ripper bounded into the firelight from the north,
leaping wide of Kinik and charging Rorsh on the east. Rorsh
fired, and the beast flinched, then leaped past him over the edge
of the bluff. Edrea hoped Brine waited ready, but it was abruptly
too loud to listen for that.
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Two more leaped, snarling, into full view, one at Kinik and one
atop the corpse of the young farrow, which it dragged out of the
firelight.
Kinik, roaring with exertion, swept her polearm toward it. The
creature veered from the blade, shifting its charge just to her right,
toward Pendrake.
For just a moment, Edrea had a clear shot. She fired, sure she hit,
but for all the spine ripper noticed she might as well have thrown
an apple at it. It leaped, pouncing on Pendrake, who ducked under
it, sweeping up with his sword as he did. The spine ripper kept
moving, streaking blood. Pendrake rose, his coat torn, but appearing
otherwise unharmed.
“Save your shots,” he snapped. “Lynus is still reading!”
Edrea broke the breech and pulled a reload from her pocket.
“Oh, I get it,” Horgash said. “We cover the boy while he looks at
pictures. Very tactical!”
Edrea chambered the round and snapped the breech shut.
“Fluid-filled sheath,” Lynus muttered. “Strongly alkaline . . .”
His eyes went wide. “Professor! They’re not immune to their own
poison!”
Four spine rippers leaped into the light at once, again skirting
those facing them in an attempt to blindside other defenders.
Edrea felt a pulse of magic wash over her as a rune-circle in farrow
script burst to life around Rorsh. He did bring his own. Edrea felt
fheyissa drift loose of Rorsh, pushed aside by the new spell.
All four rippers stumbled and slowed, as if mired in mud. “Stab
the forefeet!” Pendrake shouted. “Pierce the glands and we can dose
them with their own poison.”
Horgash parried a blow with his left blade and stabbed at a foreleg
with his right, missing entirely.
“That won’t work!” Lynus yelled. “The gland sheath neutralizes
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And then Rorsh was free of the ripper’s maw, his wounds were
gone with no trace, and Brine squealed in agony below the bluff.
Rorsh was still pinned, but the belly spines were now folded closed
above him.
The second ripper jumped from the bluff, probably to attack
Brine, and Edrea gaped as Lynus charged the first ripper, the one still
pinning Rorsh.
Rorsh lay flat on his back, both legs and one arm trapped. With
his free hand he pulled a reddish stick from his pocket and touched
it to the cigar that continued to burn, jutting from his mouth.
“Keep the bacon,” he said. Then he reached up and wedged the
stick among the spines on the ripper’s flank.
Edrea recognized the red stick as an explosive a half second before
it went off.
A wall of sound and heat knocked her flat, smashing the breath
out of her. She shut her eyes tight, and her vision blazed with a white-
hot afterimage. Everything was silent—not the peaceful silence of an
evening in the woods of Ios, but the terrifying silence of deafness.
The protection of fheyissa escaped her as she struggled to inhale,
her diaphragm spasming. Eyes shut tight, she reached for both magic
and breath, and found neither.
There was a sound, like a distant rushing of water. It grew louder,
into a roar like a waterfall, a waterfall in a tempest. Her diaphragm
spasmed again, and then air rushed into her lungs.
“ . . . ease! Get up! I hear them coming back!”
Someone was shouting, a plaintive scream that barely reached her
over the din in her ears.
“Edrea, PLEASE!”
She opened her eyes. Spots swam in her vision, and the
waterfall in her head gave way to ringing. Lynus stood above her,
great sword in hand.
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Scyrah’s rest, Edrea cursed to herself. Lynus’ point was too low, so
it came for him.
Lynus took a step backward, bumping into Edrea. She stumbled
and fell, while Lynus crouched in a sloppy approximation of a cat
stance and raised his blade. The leaping spine ripper impaled itself,
but the blade stopped just inches in, shoving Lynus backward and
down onto Edrea. He rolled as he fell, and planted the hilt of his
great sword in the ground.
The blade penetrated with a splintering crunch, parting ribs and
tearing flesh. The spine ripper screamed. It lay atop Lynus and Edrea,
its hot, rancid breath blowing in both their faces as it writhed. The
belly claws were still spread wide, stabbing the ground instead of
them.
“I think I got an artery,” Lynus said through gritted teeth. “Not as
effective as I wanted.”
The ripper planted a clawed paw barely a hand span from Edrea’s
face. It was trying to lever itself back up so it could close that belly
maw on both of them at once.
Pendrake jumped into view, both hands empty. He grabbed the
beast’s right forepaw by the thumb spine, gave it a wicked twist,
and pulled it back. There was a tearing sound, a snap, and the spine
ripper shrieked again.
Pendrake adjusted his grip on the eight-inch spine, then lunged
forward and stabbed the spine ripper with it. Edrea felt the beast
shudder and then go limp. Their poison was fast-acting, even on
them.
Pendrake turned just as the last remaining ripper came bounding
into the firelight. It pounced. Pendrake dodged, stabbed, and the
beast shrieked and fell. The professor tossed the claw aside and drew
both sword and dagger. The spine ripper stumbled backward, then
limped clumsily back into the dark.
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him control his pet monster without even needing see it.
Edrea spoke, somewhat hesitantly. “I have seen something similar
with blackclads before. I thought it unique to them and their control
over wilderness beasts. So many of their ways are mysterious.”
Pendrake spoke from the head of their meandering line. “The
blackclads of the Circle are indeed notoriously reluctant to reveal
their secrets. If such a thing is possible—using a beast bond to
heal oneself—well, I can understand why they might keep it to
themselves.”
“Military advantage,” Horgash said. “Kind of like you Cygnarans
and your cortex secrets.”
Pendrake shrugged. “Perhaps there is something fundamental
shared between these practices, but we have too little data to say for
certain. There are so many differences between farrow and trollkin, let
alone the enigmatic blackclads, that I hesitate to draw firm parallels
in this matter. Not without more information.” He pointed to a
sunlit clearing ahead. “And on the subject of information, I think
I know what that young farrow was begging Rorsh for help with.”
The woods opened up into a wide glade. The thicket had been cut
away, trees felled to provide lumber for building.
The village was in splinters, the ground throughout the clearing
torn in a rippling pattern.
Edrea’s heart sank.
Lynus pointed into the mess. “Those berms look like the ones in
Bednar. Like a giant snake or worm pushed the ground around as it
crushed people.”
“My people,” came a voice from the edge of the woods. An
old farrow stepped into the sunlight. He wore furs over armor
fashioned of reptile skin. The white hair on the ridge of his back
was braided and festooned with colored beads, countless bits
of bone, and rune-inscribed chips of metal, wood, and stone.
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thumbing over the string of tokens. He closed his eyes and groaned,
as if in pain. Illegible farrow-scrawl spun glowing around him, and
Edrea felt the weave pulse and thrum, as if Groth had struck it with
a hammer. The farrow walked into the clearing and turned a slow
circle before returning to the group. He stopped and pointed to the
north and east.
Pendrake stepped alongside the farrow, adjusted the compass,
and sighted along Groth’s arm. He oriented the map beneath the
compass and stared for a moment.
“Horgash,” he said, “the line I’m drawing misses the Mirkar kriel
by less than two miles.”
“These Tharn and their monster preyed upon defenseless humans
and farrow,” Edrea said. “A trollkin village doesn’t seem like their sort
of target.”
“That village,” said Horgash, “has sent its warriors to fight
alongside Madrak Ironhide in the east.” He shook his head. “It’s
nearly as defenseless as Bednar was.”
They stood in silence, staring at the map.
Pendrake reached out with both arms, grasping Lynus and Edrea
each by a shoulder. “Then we need to get there first, and warn them.”
And we’d better do so with time to spare, Edrea thought to herself, or
we’ll merely add our own mass to the size of the monster’s meal.
The beast on page eighty-four of the Monsternomicon, the gorgandur,
was not something you fought. It was something you fled.
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and Cmija was still its chosen voice. The Avatar would feed again, and
soon the Circle Orboros would have no choice but to acknowledge
Cmija as voice of the Devourer Wurm, chief among the children of
Orboros. Then Cmija and the Avatar would roll forth across all of
Immoren.
Cmija had felt the wilding when particularly young and been
taken in by a reclusive blackclad of his own people, who heeded well
the voice of the Wurm. Cmija had learned at his side, become versed
in the lore of the Devourer, but then later discovered the distrust
the other blackclads had for his master. They claimed he had not
truly learned their ways, and that Cmija’s teachings were corrupt,
incomplete. They had denied him welcome among their inner circle.
He had vowed to prove them wrong.
There was movement in the trees nearer the trollkin village.
Cmija watched as five people emerged from the forest and into the
broad clearing. A trollkin rode in front, atop one of the woolly bison
common to the northern kriels. Four walked, leading a heavily laden
packhorse.
Cmija counted two firearms among the small band of travelers,
along with a single bow and several swords. The ogrun carried one
of their traditional polearms. She alone looked to be formidable in
a fight, though the mounted trollkin and the older man did carry
themselves confidently. The two skinny ones, a man and a cursed
Iosan, they were just more prey.
“Run them down, spill them,” came a woman’s voice just behind
him. It was uncanny how these Tharn could sneak, even when one
knew they were about. “Bloodtrackers ready, Cmija.”
“Hold, Iskaa. It is not yet time for bloodshed.”
“Spill by ones, spill by twos,” she growled. “Deny strength to the
trollkin.”
“And deny the Devourer further prey?”
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“Spill—”
“The Great Wurm will rise soon enough.” He placed his hand on
the mule-deer skull Iskaa wore as a mask. “You, your sisters, and your
brethren, you have my word that bloody scraps shall fall from the
table of his feast. He shall slake your thirst.”
Iskaa growled again. Or perhaps she purred. Even after a year
among these primitive Tharn, bending their blood-worship to the
Wurm’s own turnings, Cmija remained unsure of the nuances of
their communication.
The distant group made their way across the clearing, advancing
upon the rough stone buildings of the village. Cmija smiled. Whether
they planned to stay a night or a fortnight, that weary little band
would be spending the rest of their lives here.
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army,” said Jata. “Your Iosan companion carries herself like a sorceress
and is certainly wily with words. The ogrun behind you is flush with
the zealotry of a bokur, and I don’t want to be preached to. You,
however, I will hear.”
Lynus swallowed silently and gathered his thoughts. It was a very
short process.
“You can do this,” Edrea whispered. “You read trollkin poetry for
fun, remember.”
And then he did remember. What was it Horgash had said earlier,
about wrapping words around pieces of old stories? That book of
trollkin poetry had some old stories in it.
Lynus stood, took a deep breath, and began.
“Muthgar Preymaker hunted Grimjaw the Dire, circling through
the Thornwood for a year and a day.” Lynus used his best lecture
voice, speaking as if before an entire classroom, even though the
audience chamber only had ten people in it.
“The stories say that he never actually saw the dire troll until the
very end of the hunt, but could pick his scent from across the entire
wood, and tracked him unerringly thanks to the beast’s split toenail.
Well, Professor Viktor Pendrake has tracked dire trolls and worse all
across western Immoren, and he’s had less to work with than toenails
and body odor.”
Horgash cleared his throat to interrupt. Lynus held up a finger
and shushed him with a glare. Class was in session.
“The ballad of Muthgar Preymaker ends when he fell to the
gorgandur, and in that tale the monstrous wurm is treated with
heavy-handed symbolism, a representation of the Devourer Wurm,
and of death itself, the passage to Urcaen.
“The gorgandur is no symbol, however. If Muthgar Preymaker fell
to such a monster, it is not because death comes to us all. It is because
Muthgar did not know enough about it to know that he should flee.
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Lynus smiled.
Jata continued. “I am convinced that if the Mirkar kriel is to be
saved, Viktor Pendrake must stand and fight with us, and lead its
defense.”
Lynus stood agape. He thought he’d given a pretty good speech,
but this was not how it was supposed to turn out.
Pendrake looked over his glasses at Lynus. “It was the sword-arm
line. You were doing fine right up until that point.”
Edrea laced her boots on, glad to be back in her own clothing,
even if it wasn’t especially clean. There had been plenty of coverage in
that trollkin wrap, but her Iosan skin wasn’t well-suited to the coarse
swath. Or maybe, she admitted to herself, it had less to do with race,
and more with having grown to like soft leathers.
“Lynus, Edrea!” Pendrake called out across the lodge. “Let’s put
our heads together. Crack the books. We are not going to fight a
gorgandur without a plan.”
Lynus pulled the contents of his satchel out and began spreading
them on the table in the center of the room.
“You mean ‘put Pendrake in charge’ isn’t enough of a plan already?”
Horgash asked with a wry smile.
Lynus’ face fell. Edrea suppressed a grin. He really was adorable
when put upon like this.
“It would be a fine plan,” said Edrea, stepping to Lynus’ side, “if
Pendrake were actually in charge. Then he could very sensibly lead us
on a northward or westward exodus.”
“Indeed,” Pendrake said, stepping to Lynus’ other side and
putting an arm around him. “With my valor so excellently
touted, I’m no longer afforded the option of exercising discretion,
which is ever its most critical element. So let us dispense with
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Edrea sat on a hay bale near the stables with Lynus and Kinik,
watching as six trollkin with six fifteen-foot spars pushed against a
nearby house. The house was winning, in that it was not moving.
Quarry spars, as it turned out, were heavy wooden poles used for
levering big blocks of stone into position. Horgash and Pendrake
stood to one side of the house, coaching the spar crew.
“If Horgash had said ‘polearms,’ we would have caught on
immediately,” Lynus said.
“Horgash was a little put off by the mathematics,” Edrea said.
“And I don’t think he understands leverage. Those trollkin aren’t
using the spars as levers. They could push against the house just as
hard, probably even harder, using only their hands.”
“No, no,” said Kinik. “If the house is the snake, and the snake
rolls, a trollkin using hands is too close, and gets flat. A team with
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spars can pin it, push it. Maybe pinned, the snake can be killed.”
Then Kinik sighed heavily. “But not that team.”
Edrea noticed Kinik clenching and unclenching her grip on her
war cleaver, scowling and frowning.
“Kinik,” said Edrea, “Horgash and Pendrake don’t really know
how to teach pole fighting, do they?”
“No. The grips are wrong. The feet are wrong. Even the eyes are
wrong.”
“Get down there and take over the lesson.”
Kinik’s eyes went wide with fear. “I am a student, not a teacher!”
“Good students are also teachers, and you know more about this
subject than anybody down there. Go show those old trollkin how
to swing a spar and knock down a house.”
Kinik nodded, set her jaw, and strode across the village.
“Pole fighting can’t be taught in a day,” said Lynus after the ogrun
was out of earshot.
“Probably not, but let’s watch.”
Kinik stepped in among the trollkin and said something, bowed
to Pendrake, then handed her war cleaver to Horgash. She took a
quarry-spar from one of the trollkin, hefted it experimentally, and
adjusted her grip.
She then began lunging and thrusting with it, first thumping
the wall of the house, then tapping the other spars, knocking two
of them from the hands of the trollkin who held them. Pendrake
laughed, his enthusiasm audible from across the village.
The next ten minutes appeared to be a lesson in grip, stance, and
coordination. Within fifteen minutes, the trollkin were following
Kinik’s lead, thrusting together and slamming the spars into the side
of the house in unison. Dust shook from among the stones. The
house’s victory was no longer certain.
“Lynus,” Edrea began. “They might just be able to pin the
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Edrea looked through the smoke along the sights of her rifle.
There were definitely gaps in the armor plating, but she’d missed.
Her round had spalled against the gorgandur’s scales.
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“I used to be.”
“You can’t sing, and you can’t shout, but these trollkin can still
hear you. Lead them! Get us onto that knoll, and we will save this
village.”
Edrea was stirred by Lynus’ speech. Chronicler indeed.
“They are going to rain spears and arrows on us before we’re
halfway there,” Horgash said.
“Then we need thicker skin,” said Edrea, weaving fheyissa, the
fortress sigils, with both hands. She clenched a fist and swept the
resulting ring of runes into a girdle about her waist.
“Stay within about eight paces,” she said.
“How many does skin-spell work on?” asked Kinik.
Edrea thought about that and reached into the weave to test it.
“As many of my friends who stay within about eight paces.”
Horgash began shouting in Molgur-Trul. Edrea winced. It
sounded like he was hurting himself.
“We take the fight to the hill! I need axes and shields at my side!
Warriors of the kriel, to me!”
Were there any warriors here? Edrea had watched with despair as
the spar-bearers fell and fled. The kriel was in disarray, and the wurm
wrought a winding path of destruction through it.
But several older trollkin came running, battered shields and
ancient axes in hand.
“Grindar requires Gelfas’ aid!” Horgash shouted.
Edrea thought she recognized the two names from Trollkin
history.
“But in this tale,” Horgash continued, “Gelfas has no full-bloods,
no warbeasts at his side. He does not need them, because he marches
with the Grey Champions!”
Edrea had never heard of the Grey Champions. Horgash was
improvising, spinning a new tale around an old one.
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in response to the volley. It began to slip away from her. Her lungs
were hot, her heart hammered in her chest, and the weave itself
developed a pulse, a rhythm.
Edrea stutter-stepped, adjusting her pace to run in time to that
pulse. Kinik shot her a concerned glance, and then looked back to
the battlefield.
The pulse of the weave, the pounding of her heart, and the pace
of her feet were all in sync. Not the unison of marching soldiers,
though. This was a rhythmic counterpoint, like a drum circle, and
with each bar, with each measure of contrapuntal hammering, she
grew stronger. With each refrain she felt greater ease in the exertion.
What had been painful cacophony was now exhilarating. Edrea
reveled in power fueled by the glorious music of the weave.
But Kinik was still taking arrows on her behalf. Edrea wove again,
swiftly. Alyshh rhya, occlusion and self. A third ring of runes spun
into the air around her.
Lynus saw a third ring of runes appear around Edrea, and then
all the runes shimmered and vanished. Edrea herself almost vanished
with them. She wasn’t invisible—not quite—but he couldn’t focus
on her, as if the new magic she was spinning forced his eyes to look
away.
The next volley of arrows was spread wider. The Tharn had lost
Edrea and were now picking different targets. Arrows dropped amid
them, and a few struck home, thumping deep into the shoulders of
the trollkin, but most bounced off.
With that thought something struck Lynus in the head, so hard he
could hear a crack. He put his hand up to his head, expecting to find
blood and brain matter, but both seemed safely contained within
his skin and skull. Thank you, Morrow, for Iosan magic, he thought.
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Then motion caught his eye in a still part of the copse, off to the far
left, well beyond the fray in the trees. There stood a heavily bearded
northerner dressed in dark robes—a Skirov, perhaps. He held aloft a
curious bladed staff and was ringed by spinning, glowing runes.
“There! THE LEFT!” Lynus screamed, pointing with his sword.
Edrea dropped to one knee, whipped her rifle up to her shoulder,
and fired.
The Skirov spun to his right, and a spray of blood erupted from his
shoulder. But instead of dropping or clutching the arm, he shrugged,
and with no flash of magic, no change to the runes spinning about
him, his shoulder was healed.
At that same instant a giant, inhuman scream sounded from the
village.
Perhaps, just like the farrow warlock Rorsh, this Skirov could
push his own wounds onto the beast via some magical bond, Lynus
thought. He shivered to think that this warlock might be impossible
to kill. He wouldn’t die until the gorgandur did, and the gorgandur
was sixty feet of armored horror.
Unless . . .
He had no time to shout instructions. Kinik had heard Edrea’s shot
and turned to charge at the warlock. Edrea, still kneeling, reloaded.
Lynus wouldn’t need to shout instructions. Either this warlock
was effectively immortal or the magical ability to push wounds from
himself onto the wurm granted Lynus, Edrea, and Kinik a narrow,
treacherous path through the monster’s otherwise impenetrable
scales.
A gap in the armor.
Kinik lunged, her aim as true as Edrea’s had been. The war cleaver
tore deep into the warlock’s belly and out the back and side, tearing
flesh, bowel, and cloth in a single stroke that nearly cut the man in
half. Then, fast as an eye-blink, his flesh was whole and Kinik’s blade
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The warlock lunged again, and for the tiniest moment Lynus
envisioned a series of cuts arranged in sequence before him, an
unorthodox dissection plan for a very dangerous, quickly moving
cadaver.
He turned to his left, presenting his right shoulder, where the
blade of the staff glanced and caught in the heavy leather of his
greatcoat. The shock numbed Lynus’ right arm. He spun back to the
right, stepping close to the warlock, and with his left hand he traced
the short scalpel blade in a long, deep path: up the inside of the staff
arm, along the brachial artery, across the pectoral group, and up the
jugular, laying arteries wide.
The warlock screamed as blood erupted from the long, smooth
cuts in two major arteries. He staggered backward, and Lynus
despaired as the wounds closed.
Another roar of bestial anguish burst forth from below, the
gorgandur echoing the warlock’s own scream of agony as analogs of
opened arteries and severed muscle were instantly, magically inflicted
upon it.
The roar ended abruptly, not even a quarter the length of the
creature’s previous screams.
The warlock’s eyes went wide, the wound in his neck reappeared,
and blood poured out over his scorched and shredded robe. He
staggered forward as if to lunge again with the staff, but he dropped
it before he could finish the movement.
The runes whipping around him winked out, and he fell forward
into a heap.
Lynus stared. That was far worse than a dissection. Focus on the
process. What’s next? Right. He wiped his scalpel clean and sheathed
it. He bent down and retrieved his sword, then picked up the staff.
Behind him he heard Horgash roar in triumph, a cry taken up by
several other trollkin. The surviving Tharn were fleeing into the woods.
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He looked back at Edrea and Kinik. Edrea sat up, leaned to her
left, and retched. No blood, so she wasn’t bleeding in at least three of
the dozen internal ways that could kill her.
“I think we won,” Lynus said.
Edrea nodded weakly. “I woke up, so that was my conclusion.”
Kinik groaned, and Lynus moved to crouch beside her. Smoke
rose from her right arm. Her right hand, still clutching the haft of
her polearm, was blackened and ruined. It would have to come off.
And that would take more than a scalpel.
“You’re going to be okay, Kinik. Can you walk?”
“Walk, yes.” She looked down at her arm and groaned. “Not
carry.”
Horgash hobbled over using a tree branch as a crutch.
“Horgash!” said Edrea. “You’re missing a foot!”
“On my way back through, one of the Tharn got in a good swing
and took me off Greta. She stomped him to a pulp for his trouble.”
He thumbed over his shoulder at the carnage, where Greta chuffed
and paced. Five of the eight trollkin were up, picking through the
battle-torn copse for trophies, or perhaps missing digits.
“It was too ragged to try reattaching it,” he said. “I’ll just need to
keep well-fed this winter so I can grow a new one.” He stooped a bit,
bending down to look Lynus in the eye. “I’m claiming the rest of the
expedition’s bacon. With your permission, Chronicler.”
Chronicler, Lynus thought. Chronicler. If Pendrake was dead, it
might fall to Lynus to write the end of this story.
“We need to get down to the village.”
Jata met Lynus and the others at the gate. They were a ragged,
limping band, but Jata . . . patches of her skin were blackened,
her quills were broken, and the quitari pattern cloth she wore
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Edrea sat in one of the trollkin huts, cleaning her rifle. She and
the others had already cleaned themselves. And thanks to a mixture
of saddle soap and trollkin spirits, even Pendrake was clean. He had,
miraculously, applied enough of the horse ointments that he was
going to get to keep all of his skin and most of the hair on his head.
Kinik had not kept her hand, however. They’d taken turns
watching her during the night, and then Pendrake and Lynus had
performed surgery that morning. Poor thing.
Edrea applied more oil to the brush and slid it down the barrel,
searching for hidden patches of stuck powder that might foul future
shots. Pendrake, she realized, was on a similar quest. Find all the
nooks and crannies, root out the ignorance, shine light into the
darkest places. He had been swallowed whole by an almost legendary
creature just yesterday, an experience most people would choose to
follow with a quiet retirement. But not Professor Viktor Pendrake.
“Sabbatical” just meant “there are new things to learn,” his stated
altruism toward the trollkin notwithstanding.
And that, she decided, had to be the key to his brilliance. He did
go out of his way to help people using the things he learned, but his
passion lay not in the helping. It was the learning. Research wasn’t
a job. It wasn’t a calling. It was simply what he loved more than
anything else, and so he did it better than anyone else.
The great houses of Ios could do with more of that love, she
thought sadly.
She was going to miss him. He was right outside, haggling with
Jata for fresh supplies, but it felt like he was already gone.
There was rough-voiced singing outside as well, a mixture of
mourning and triumph, reminding Edrea that she was going
to miss Horgash, too. The old trollkin planned to winter here
with the Mirkar kriel. By spring, “The Chronicle of the Grey
Champions” might be carved into the krielstone here to be sung
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“No, you cannot serve me, because Edrea and I and Corvis
University will be serving you.”
Lynus stepped forward, reached up, and clapped Kinik on the
shoulder, another clear imitation of Pendrake.
“But once you’ve learned enough? Once you know which books
to carry? Then I will be honored to have your strong left hand at my
side.”
Kinik reached out with that left arm and pulled Lynus into an
engulfing hug.
And Edrea considered that perhaps a love of more than just
learning might be the driving force behind Corvis University’s
Department of Extraordinary Zoology.
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GLOSSARY
Caen: The world containing the Iron Kingdoms, Immoren, Zu, etc.
Sometimes contrasted as the material world as opposed to the spiritual
world of Urcaen.
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Caspia: The capital of Cygnar and the only human city not to fall to
the Orgoth. Also called the “City of Walls.”
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dire troll: Massive trolls that stand up to eighteen feet tall, with
oversized fists, huge claws, and jutting tusks nearly two feet long.
They possess incredible strength and resilience as well as a nearly
insatiable hunger that drives them to eat almost anything they can
catch. The hunger and violence of the dire trolls is feared even by
other troll species. Only in recent memory have trollkin begun to
befriend dire trolls and employ them in battle.
fell caller: Paragons of trollkin culture and pride, these sons and
daughters of Bragg (the legendary progenitor of their bloodline) raise
their powerful voices in song to rally their allies toward heroic efforts
or shatter flesh and bone through the force of their sonic attacks.
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Llael: Once the smallest and easternmost Iron Kingdom but largely
conquered during the recent Llaelese War. Llael is presently divided
between Khador, the Protectorate of Menoth, and the Llaelese Resistance.
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Morrow: One of the Twins, brother to Thamar, and a god who was once
mortal but who ascended to divinity by achieving enlightenment. Also
known as the Prophet, Morrow is a benevolent god who emphasizes
self-sacrifice, good works, and honorable behavior. The organized
religion of Morrow is the largest and most widespread faith in the
Iron Kingdoms, the majority faith in Cygnar, Khador, Llael, and Ord.
The Church of Morrow has considerable wealth and influence. See
also Thamar.
ogrun: A large and physically powerful race renowned for their great
strength and honor. Most ogrun are citizens of Rhul, though they can
be found throughout the Iron Kingdoms and are also present in the
Scharde Isles serving Cryx.
Ord: The kingdom on the western coast between Khador and Cygnar,
largely neutral in the recent wars and seen as a haven for mercenary
companies.
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Scyrah: Once one of eight gods within the Iosan Divine Court
pantheon, representing Spring, Scyrah has become the primary
goddess of Ios. She currently languishes in a state of slow death
mirroring the steady decline of the elven race, but this is a matter not
discussed with non-Iosans.
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trollkin: A hardy and intelligent race that live both in their own
communities in the wilderness and within cities of man. They possess
a complex and rich culture, including their own written language.
Most trollkin worship the goddess Dhunia.
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Widower’s Wood: A dark and marsh-filled forest that surrounds the city
of Corvis in northern Cygnar and extends north of the city and beyond
Cygnar’s borders to the east into the edges of the Bloodstone Marches.
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