"Why"s that?" Longwell asked, sounding thoroughly irritated.
"Because they don"t know exactly where Amti is," Cora said, matching Longwell"s fire with her own ice. Cyrus watched as the dragoon sat back, seemingly halted in his advance.
"Why have you come to us now?" Cyrus asked. A pop in the fire to his side punctuated his question.
Cora let a poignant silence linger a moment longer than necessary before speaking. "When I left this guild, it was scarcely more than a hundred people on a good day." She swept her gaze around the Council Chambers once more. "Now I hear you have over twenty thousand at your command." The number p.r.i.c.kled at Cyrus. It would have been more if not for Leaugarden. "Before, Sanctuary was hardly a bulwark against anything, let alone an army capable of rendering the sort of aid that Alaric promised in our purpose when we founded this guild." She pursed her lips carefully, and glanced at Vara, who remained silent but flushed just slightly enough that Cyrus detected the quiet something that pa.s.sed between them. "Now you"ve become the fulfillment of that promise, and Alaric is no longer here to see it. A great regret, I am sure."
"You seek our aid in your cause," Cyrus said, and she met his eyes with her own, and her meaning was made plain.
"I would seek any aid I could find at this point," Cora said, unsmiling, "but the rest of Arkaria is painfully thin on help. The King of the Elves would draw a line at the Heia Mountains, the River Perda, and the swamps of the north, and desire to pay attention to none of what goes on beyond those boundaries, even though he supposedly rules us in Amti. She looked pointedly at Nyad, who flushed and turned away from her gaze. "Here I come to a place I left, most reluctantly, with my ... pride in hand, as it were." Her tanned skin showed no embarra.s.sment, but her expression spoke of that reluctance in the tilt of her chin, her inability to look up as she spoke, and the slow way in which her words made their way out. "If you defend the Emerald Fields, then we have a common enemy, you and I." Now she looked up. "The t.i.tans are a relentless foe, and a threat to all who have opposed them. Vengeance is more than a simple word with them; it is a way of life that they embrace with a fervor that Vaste reserves for pie."
"You just had to poke a spear into that open wound," Vaste grunted.
"They are consummate warriors and they only grow more deadly and dangerous now that they know magic," she said.
"How did they learn that?" Curatio asked, placing his elbows upon the table.
"We do not know," Cora said, and now she looked more serious than ever. "We only know that now our ability to send caravans across the Gradsden Savanna is almost completely compromised. It is a recent development, I can tell you that much."
"Why don"t we just blame Goliath now and get it over with," Vaste said. "All in favor?"
"Goliath is not responsible for all the problems in Arkaria," Vara said with a frown. "Though it certainly feels like it, sometimes."
"They were trying to consort with the t.i.tans a few years ago," Erith said, speaking up for the first time.
"Yeah," Cyrus said, frowning, "I remember that. They were killing dragonkin down in the Ashen Wastelands in hopes of earning t.i.tan favor."
"I"m just going to go ahead and pick Goliath in the pool right now," Vaste said. "I"m putting a hundred gold on them, all right? Who else wants in? I"ll give you odds on weird suggestions."
"I"ll take forty gold on the dragons," Mendicant said softly, as though he were trying to both make his bet and respect the meeting at the same time.
"That"s a sucker"s bet," Andren said, still clean-shaven and with his hair cut short. Cyrus had still not quite adjusted to seeing the elf without his long, mussed hair and bushy, unkempt beard. The healer made no attempt to keep his voice low. "Give me two hundred on heretics from the bandit lands."
"Eighty gold says Pretnam Urides is involved somehow," Erith offered.
"Now we"re talking," Vaste said, nodding. "I"ll give you two-to-one on that."
"My money"s on the dark elves," Odellan said.
"Put some coins where your mouth is, then, n.o.bleman," Andren sniped.
"Fifty gold, then," Odellan said with a nod. "What odds can I get on that?"
"What the h.e.l.ls?" Cyrus asked, frown creasing his brow. "Is this a Council meeting or a betting pool?"
"Can"t it be both?" Andren asked innocently.
"You are all idiots," Vara said with utter annoyance. She then lowered her voice slightly. "Also, I"ll place fifty gold on the gnomes being responsible in some fashion."
"Dammit, Vara," Cyrus said, slapping his head with a gauntleted hand. "Curatio?" He looked to the healer for some sort of support.
"Yes," Curatio said, nodding sagely. "Perhaps a different time might be more opportune for these sort of activities-though I would like to register my bet of three hundred gold on dwarven mercenaries right now, before it"s gone-"
"Clearly, this meeting needs to be adjourned so that all of you can get out of my sight," Cyrus said, avoiding the gaze of Cora, whose amus.e.m.e.nt it was impossible to mistake even out of the corner of his eye. "And make your wagers. But before we do that, I would suggest," he let that word have all the emphasis, "that perhaps it might be wise, given Cora"s history with our guild, to send a small, exploratory expedition to the southern lands in order to a.s.sess the situation in Amti." He glanced at her for only a moment. "If that would be acceptable?"
"Our leaders would love to plead their case to you directly," Cora said. "And we would welcome the opportunity to show you the state of things. I can guarantee safe pa.s.sage to an even half-dozen of you. Any more than that and it becomes rather ... complicated."
Cyrus narrowed his eyes, trying to suss out the meaning of that one. "All in favor?" he asked.
"Aye," came the chorus.
Cyrus paused, frowning, and looked to Ryin. "No "nay"?"
Ryin looked weary. "I"ve just spent a week teleporting materials to Emerald Fields and trying to apply my very modest skills at carpentry to reconstructing one of their dining halls. I"m afraid I don"t have it in me to make a contrarian argument to your request to send a mere expedition of six people into the south." He pursed his lips. "While I don"t doubt your ability to make trouble with even so modest a number ... I was there the night you were killed by Talikartin, and I heard every word he said, voice booming across the square." Ryin leaned forward. "In case it is not apparent to all, there is no need to worry about you starting some war in the south; the t.i.tans have made plain, in my opinion, that they are at war with us ... and now we need only fear what form their next reprisal will take, for it seems certain that fall it eventually will." The druid"s voice went hollow and quiet as his reply drew to a surprisingly dire close. "And better to know more about them for when that day comes ... than less."
Cyrus had forgotten the heat of the Gradsden Savanna in the intervening years since last he had been here. As soon as they appeared at the portal, he began to sweat in earnest. Within five minutes, his underclothes were drenched in sweat, beads running down his head even as tall gra.s.s brushed his armor and helm as they walked, a distracting noise that had him perpetually alert for threats.
"I don"t remember the gra.s.s being this tall when I last I pa.s.sed this way," Vara said, at his side. She was quite right; the savanna gra.s.ses now reached a foot above Cyrus"s head, a strange spectacle to him.
"Time was," Cora said, leading the way through the thick gra.s.s, "we would simply use the druid spell Falcon"s Essence and make our way to the cover of the Jungle of Vidara, secure in the knowledge that the t.i.tans would not be able to catch us under its influence. Now," she said ruefully, "we cannot go high enough to avoid their spellcraft, nor outrun them once their cessation spells strip the enchantment before they fall upon us."
"A dramatic change," Curatio said, his white cowl covering the top of his head. Sweat marks were already showing where his hair was transferring its moisture onto the cloth. "I imagine it came as something of a rude surprise."
"We have no wizards," Cora said, "and only two druids, which makes teleporting convoys impossible unless we were able to find some brave soul mercenary enough to undertake the trip and bind themselves within our town." She pursed her lips and looked back to the course ahead, sparing only a glance at Mendicant, who trailed slightly behind her on his short legs, almost walking on all fours, his wizard"s robe cut to avoid dragging his hem.
Cyrus looked at the last two members of their small party. Martaina Proelius was one of them, her green cloak drifting behind her in a very similar manner to the way Cora"s did, though Martaina"s seemed even quieter as it trailed in her wake. Martaina"s eyes darted about, as though they could pierce the thick curtain of green gra.s.ses that fenced them in on all sides.
Their last party member kept his quiet, as per usual. Scuddar In"shara was a man of the Inculta desert folk who had been pa.s.sing through the foyer as Cyrus a.s.sembled his team. Scuddar had been with Sanctuary for some five years now. He was a warrior without armor, a scimitar as his weapon, but his strange style of fighting was indisputably effective. Able to keep his cool in situations where Cyrus had seen others falter, Scuddar had proven himself more than capable in any number of actions, including holding the line of retreat across the Endless Bridge from Luukessia.
Scuddar was also a man of terribly few words, which Cyrus found much to his liking, especially at the moment. It was the same reason he"d chosen Mendicant over Nyad when the time had come to pick a wizard to accompany them.
"Everything seems so b.l.o.o.d.y dire," Vara mused aloud. "The timing is peculiar as well, just as the north seems to have gotten its s.h.i.te together."
"Outside of the sudden magical concerns, this threat of the t.i.tans has been a long time coming," Cora said, fingers brushing their way through fat blades of gra.s.s that looked like they would not have been out of place in a swamp, though these were considerably larger. "They have hounded us since first our colonial forces came in contact with their patrols here on the savanna. Were it not for the dragons as a constant threat to the t.i.tans" south, I imagine they would have made destroying us their greatest priority by now."
"Probably why they haven"t come north in great numbers, either," Cyrus said, grunting as he stepped over a rut that Vara leapt with a loping grace that he felt certain he lacked without having a hand on Praelior. "Pull enough of their army off their southern borders and they"re vulnerable to that threat." He ran his tongue over his teeth and found the taste of his breakfast still lingering there-eggs and bread fresh from Sanctuary"s ovens. "The dragons are not to be dismissed out of hand, I"ve heard."
"Indeed they are not," Cora said, curiously muted about the subject. "We don"t see them north of Kortran very much, unfortunately. The t.i.tans have bows the length of their entire bodies, taken from the trees of the jungle and the mountains, strung with a twine so powerful it could hold up a hundred elves, and nocked with arrows the size of our northern trees." She grew hushed as she spoke. "I have seen them issue a hail of them into the air, once, when I was spying within Kortran. They brought down a lesser dragon, piercing its scales as though they were hunting a simple bird."
"You"ve been in Kortran?" Cyrus asked, drawing a smile out of Cora.
"Many times," she said. "It used to be easy for the magically endowed to slip beneath the noses of the t.i.tans. Now I would not risk it, given their capacity for seeing through invisibility spells and all manner of illusions. Truly, this boon of magic for them has been nothing less than a curse for the rest of us."
"Hmm," Cyrus grunted.
"Have you thought of trying to strike up an alliance with the dragons?" Mendicant asked. Cyrus glanced down at the goblin, who looked at Cora earnestly while he waited for an answer. Cyrus suspected he knew what was coming, having a vague recollection of asking the question himself once upon a time.
"Dragons do not treat with us lesser beings," Cora said, "let alone consider us as worthy enough to be allies. Theirs is a strange mind, a slithering sort of reason that makes conversation difficult, even among those of their kind that speak our languages."
"I"ve spoken with one before," Cyrus said, trudging along. The ground was growing stickier, a hint of wet dew sliding down to slick the dirt.
"I heard about your experience with Ashan"agar," Cora said. "We all did. I confess, I am surprised that you were able to bring him down."
Cyrus shrugged. "I took one of his eyes at our first meeting, and the second one when next we encountered one another. As I was on his back at the time, it was fairly easy to steer him into a collision with the ground that he could not survive." He looked to his side and noticed Vara holding her breath almost imperceptibly.
"Easy to steer a dragon?" Cora asked, seemingly amused by his humble tale. "I don"t believe I"ve ever heard anyone claim that before."
"He was frightened, blind and flailing," Cyrus said calmly. "Fear can tame any beast it takes hold of."
Curatio let out a small chuckle. "You"ll have to excuse our new Guildmaster, Cora. He suffers from an unfailing lack of self-aggrandizement, even over as worthy a deed as defeating Ashan"agar"s attempts to control his mind."
Cora raised little more than an eyebrow. "We should expect nothing less from one of so distinguished a lineage as his."
Cyrus felt a curious chill run up his back, a tickle unrelated to the rivers of sweat dripping their way down his back. "My lineage?"
Cora paused, thinking it over. "I have to apologize. Human speech is not my first language, naturally, and that word was ill chosen. I meant to say something similar, the line not being one of family but one of your current office." She smiled faintly. "As in, the last Master of Sanctuary-he, too, possessed some small gift for understating his abilities and successes."
Cyrus felt a small cloud of darkness drift over his emotions at the mere mention of Alaric. "Indeed, the Ghost is-I mean, was-a rare sort of man in almost every regard." He caught a most curious look from Curatio at his slip, a probing glance if ever he"d seen one.
"Indeed," Curatio said, surveying Cyrus further before turning his head and fluffing his cowl to block the direct line of sight between the two of them. "Indeed he was."
By a few hours after nightfall, they had reached the edge of the Jungle of Vidara. It had loomed in the twilight for the last several hours, visible even over the tall gra.s.ses, a shadowed start of a tree line that hinted at greater cover than the slow path they were currently carving across the savanna.
"Why don"t the t.i.tans simply station a guard patrol at the portal like anyone else?" Vara asked as they drew closer to the jungle"s edge. "It would seem the easiest way of interdicting anyone traveling to these lands, if they were of a mind to control everything."
"A very good question," Cora said, speaking with a calm stillness. "Which I do not know the answer to. I am only grateful that they have not done so as yet, for they presumably know the locations of the portals and certainly do not lack for patrols across the savanna these days. They reach their hand out further and further with each month, it seems."
"I am so ill of seemingly unstoppable, unfathomably powerful armies," Vara said, and Cyrus nodded silent agreement as they reached the shade of the first large trees of the jungle.
Here, as they took a break to rest, Cyrus could not help but be awed by what he saw. From a distance, the trees of the jungle had looked impressive. Up close, they were, quite simply, a seemingly perfect fit for everything else he"d seen in these lands-enormous, far larger than their northern counterparts, even greater in size than the Iliarad"ouran woods that surrounded Pharesia, though the atmosphere was strikingly similar.
"Looks familiar, does it not?" Vara asked as they rested under the boughs of a tree that stretched so high above them that Cyrus knew a t.i.tan would easily find shade beneath it.
"Yes," he said.
"Feels a little like home," Martaina breathed, her cloak softly rustling as she placed a bare hand on the rough bark of the ma.s.sive tree. "Like the woods I grew up in, so tall."
"Curatio?" Cora asked, nudging the elder elf slightly with a finger.
"Hm?" Curatio stirred, sitting on a root, his white robes revealing the dirt of the bark as he moved. "Oh, yes. Seeds of southern trees were brought north long ago, in the days of old, and planted around the lands where Pharesia now sits. They were few at first, but as they took root, they squeezed out many of the smaller, native trees with their prodigious shade, and the Iliarad"ouran woods sprung up over the course of many thousands of years, forcing the native trees to either die or seek their home elsewhere."
Cyrus listened, then stiffened. ""Seek their home elsewhere"? Curatio, trees can"t move. They"re rooted to the ground. It"s where the word comes from, in fact."
Curatio smiled thinly. "I think if you search your memory, you will recall a time in the last year where that statement was put to lie."
"You"re talking about in the Realm of Life?" Vara asked, springing to it before Cyrus could so much as form the thought. "Curatio, that"s Vidara"s realm. Of course the trees there have special dispensation to do odd things. They"re under the auspices of the G.o.ddess."
"Oh, I"m sorry," Curatio said, not remotely contrite and smiling with more than a little self-a.s.sured sarcasm, "I didn"t realize that you already knew everything at a mere thirty-three years of age, my dear. I apologize. Please, tell me more of this apocryphal tale, then." He waited, knowing full well that the burning scarlet on Vara"s cheeks insured that she would not. "Shall I continue?"
"I could stand to hear a little more about it," Mendicant asked, and Cyrus heard a hunger in the goblin"s words. Martaina, for her part, watched the scene unfold with a hand in front of her mouth, tentative, as though she knew what was about to be said and was preparing herself, cautiously. Scuddar, meanwhile, had his white robes wrapped in the manner of a scarf around his mouth as usual, hiding his expression.
"Niamh once told me she used to speak to the trees and the trees would talk back," Cyrus said as Curatio turned slightly to look at him as he spoke. "Were these the trees she was talking about?"
"Probably," Curatio said. "Though the trees she was speaking of-I wouldn"t even be able to hazard a guess where they went beyond a general direction perhaps."
"What direction is that?" Mendicant asked.
"South," Curatio answered without reservation. "For there are no other directions they could have gone-north would see them freezing in the mountains beyond Fertiss, east and west we are hemmed in by the Sea of Carmas and the Torrid, but south-they could have gone beyond the Dragonlands, if they were very fortunate or had the blessing of those beasts, or through the bandit lands to whatever lies beyond."
"What lies beyond?" Cyrus asked.
"I don"t know," Curatio said with a shrug.
"I feel like there"s more that you"re not telling us," Cyrus said.
"That should be a feeling you are long accustomed to by now," Curatio said with a smile as he stood. "We should continue before darkness grows too deep, yes?" This question was directed at Cora, who nodded subtly, and they proceeded.
Their walk was quiet and subdued after that, the sounds of the jungle growing louder around them as they went deeper and deeper into it. They threaded along a path that was hardly defined, with plenty of undergrowth springing up around them to make the journey more difficult. "This is one of our greatest defenses," Cora said, plucking a plant the size of a small bush, thick and leafy. "The t.i.tans cannot see our footsteps because with them already being so small, these aid in hiding them further."
"Useful," Martaina opined, walking so lightly that Cyrus doubted she even left footprints. "It doesn"t make it too easy for me to track here, either, save for the bigger beasts that plainly inhabit this place."
"Bigger ... beasts?" Mendicant asked, halting in his walk. "What sort of ... bigger beasts?" His clawed hands fell to his side.
"Lions are the greatest danger," Cora said, explaining it simply, as though it were no matter for worry. "They get a bit bigger than the sort you would have seen in the north."
"I saw one brought to Reikonos dead, once," Cyrus said. "It was nearly thirty feet long."
"A small one, then," Cora said. "There are much bigger, and other predators of course, as well."
"G.o.ds," Vara breathed, "who would want to live in such a ghastly place?" She cringed as soon as she finished speaking, and Cyrus wondered if perhaps she"d ever let her mouth outrun her sense when speaking to him. If she has, she certainly didn"t feel remorse for it the way she just displayed for Cora.
Cora, for her part, turned around with a thin smile. "Only the mad, perhaps."