Losian, Stories

Losian: Chp 98

The estate itself put into our world’s context would be small. Nothing like the sprawl of green and brown further than the eye could see. Even so, it took up a major portion of the city, enough to make up perhaps a twentieth of the land. Studying it was a risk in and of itself, I couldn’t just pretend to be a gawker and wander into the grounds. The only way was to either case it by night, infiltrate their staff, or get someone else to provide details.

The latter two were an immediate bust, Oroen hadn’t managed to get a single one of them to turn ever, and they were close-knit enough that if I pretended to be one of them I would be noticed in short order. That left me with a night observation…

I hid in one of the trees, watching as the guards passed. I had to switch often between Delving and not, one let me see the guards, but not very well or very far, nor could I see the buildings and their structure. The other let me see further, but with what little moonlight was about it was difficult to discern much anyway. I slid down the tree after the last guard passed, doing my best to creep through the shadows of the grass and clouds.

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Losian, Stories

Losian: Chp 97

The man seemed to look around and frown sadly, his shoulders slumping down, words formed, rapid fire, in a language I couldn’t even begin to understand. Then they disappeared, leaving me with water that now misted like dew onto the ground. What was that? I wondered, staring at the device. That… probably wasn’t it’s intended purpose, just that image… It must be something more, something must’ve been wrong…

[I’m still not entirely sure what exactly occurred.] Page said. [How did it perform all of that?] It wondered, seeming to frown at the device itself.

We know how… I thought back. Fire to heat the air into steam, water to move the steam where they want it. Probably fire again to create light, but how did they control it with that kind of precision, it looked very convincing… I cupped my chin. That kind of magic was as far as I knew out of reach for every single nation out here… At least, at the time…

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Losian: Chp 96

I stuck the shaper back into my pack, holding out my hand and pulling the bits of my armour to me. I cradled it in my hand, sitting down in my chair. To be expected… but still unwelcome, and unpleasant. I noted. Now the question is… what do I do about it?

Letting them continue to sneak into my room didn’t bode well, if they came in while I slept to go through my things… But to do otherwise risks showing my hand… I thought to myself. I sighed. Doesn’t matter. I doubt there’d be much of a difference if they knew I didn’t trust them. I grabbed my chair and jammed it under the door handle, shutting the windows as I went to sleep.

The next night I watched their schedules again, but this time I was alone, my mysterious companion nowhere to be found. The snow continued to fall, good for obscuring my tracks once I had left, but as it was it was nothing but another annoyance. I pushed the snow out of my face again, fighting the urge to simply go home for the night.

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Losian: Chp 95

There were a group of archers here as well, practicing their skills. I briefly wondered if I could ask to practice myself, but dismissed it. They were likely part of the military, or… I suppose the councillors’ private armies. In either case, they wouldn’t look upon the request fondly I should think.

[Especially considering their views towards the irregulars themselves.] Page observed. [More than likely it would not be a polite response. Do you suppose the previous work they gave us was meant to be busywork? They certainly didn’t seem to trust us enough to do the job properly.]

I sat down and leaned up against a tree, cupping my chin. It’s not exactly out of the question, but I would have expected them to at least have said it to my face. And considering that Cale went all this way to bring me here… I cocked my head. Do you think it was just a ruse to bring me over to their capital? I thought. Cale didn’t strike me as the type of person who would be able to think on his feet that well, and the threat on his life certainly seemed real enough…

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Losian: Chp 94

Once inside I fully lifted the hood off the lantern, bathing the room in warm flickering light. I walked towards the table, flipping open one of the books at random. Code. I thought, seeing text scrawled across it in what looked like a language I’d never read before. That or a foreign language… Though they use the same characters and show no loanwords…

I tucked it into a small pack slung across my back, and started looking through the rest of the room. To the side lay parchment, quills and ink. I looked through them, seeking some kind of seal or similar. Despite the presence of a candle, I couldn’t find it. Would be too much to ask for I guess.

The rest of the room itself seemed empty, until I raised the lamp to illuminate the room properly. A map hung on the wall, pinned by nails at several corners. I stared at it for a moment. I could take it off… Bring it with me. I thought to myself.

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Losian: Chp 93

I sat on the bed in the room I had managed to secure. If I’m going to be staying here a while I seriously hope that Oroen of his can help tide over my expenses. I thought with a wry smile. This place sure isn’t cheap. I thought with a laugh. Though it’s not like there are many places that are…

Cale had decided that he would send a missive to Oroen, hopefully allowing him to enter the grounds at night to meet with him later on. In the meantime, I’d wait for either his return, or someone who bore his bracelet.

[I suppose that’s part of the reason most irregulars take to the roads.] Page mused. [Expenses.]

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Losian: Chp 92

No one had died on any of their missions, which was remarkable in its own right. The slime had required them to regroup. Qen lifted his arm, showing me the slight acid burns that still remained after he had drunk the healing potion. I winced. “That looks pretty bad…” I remarked. “Perhaps I should have gotten you a cocktail of the poisons I’ve used before.”

“I would not have expected you to.” Qen said. “We hadn’t considered that slimes could put up so much resistance.” He said with a wince. “I guess we forgot about the importance of setting the battlefield. Well at least we’ve got a reminder out of this…”

“Not much you could’ve done about it.” I said. “It wouldn’t have come otherwise. Did you eventually manage to poi… Oh right, that would not have been good at all.” I said, reminded of what had occurred the first time I’d tried to poison them. “Did you… by any chance, use a convulsant?”

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Losian: Chp 91

I’d managed to dress myself in a leather armour facsimile by now, which looked quite convincing if I did say so myself. The daggers I’d bought now sat in their sheathes, strapped to the side of my chest to the left and right. I’d practiced with them a little in my room, setting up a wooden board against the wall where I’d thrown one after the other.

I’d stopped when Numen had walked in on one session, nearly walking straight into one of my blades. “What are you doing?” She asked quizzically, staring at the board. “Aren’t you worried you might miss?” She said, cocking her head.

“At this distance?” I asked, sitting across the room. “I’m just testing the balance, I do like these.” I confessed. “Should’ve picked them up a long time ago. But I guess you’re right, wouldn’t want to be leaving any marks or blemishes in the room, it’s not really mine after all.” I sheathed the blade I’d readied, standing up and moving towards the board. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Why do you even have a key?” I wondered, tugging on the base of the blade to pull it free.

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Losian: Chp 90

Palim shrugged off my arm, but made no move towards Cale. “What did they say?” She asked quietly, slowly taking her seat again. “They didn’t just let you off the hook right?” She asked sardonically, eyes resting on him.

“They threatened my family.” He said, and a solemn silence swept across the table. “I thought to call their bluff.” He closed his eyes. “But they weren’t bluffing at all.” He faced the ceiling, squeezing his eyes tight. “Bastards. I should have expected it.”

“What did you choose?” Ram asked, looking at him with concern. He brought his head back down, looking over to him, his eyes sorrowful. “Your family?” Ram said softly, and Cale nodded back. “I understand…” He said. “I would have chosen the same. What changed?”

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Losian: Chp 89

“Frejr, we should probably go collect the strike team’s members from Mercer Inn.” I said. “Cale is awake, and it seems we are going to have a lot of trouble on our hands…” I continued.

“Cale is here?” Mulia asked, ears perking up. “Did something happen to him?” She continued. Looking worriedly between me and Frejr. At the other’s quizzical looks she explained. “He was the one of the soldiers that found my people. He had a hard time convincing the elders to help out though.”

I hesitated, thinking for a bit. It doesn’t matter, the Republic will know soon enough that he survived. “He was attacked on the way back from another assignment. Poisoned, but we managed to save him, he will be telling us who attacked him and why, once the rest of his team is assembled.” I said. “In summary he is fine now, but I predict that we will have significant work ahead of us.”

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