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Day 120:

John’s shoulders ached. As did his back. And buttocks. Hell, even his toes hurt. He had no idea how long they’d been rowing, but guessed it had been a couple of hours at least. Modi sat on the bench opposite his and was matching his new boss stroke for stroke. So long as he was still conscious, John refused to let one of his men get the best of him. Each of them had a chained slave seated on the bench, closer to the hull. Both of those men were already beyond exhaustion. Neither was still adding power to the strokes, more like hanging onto the wood beam for dear life. They knew that if they flagged, the Raiders watching would cut their throats without missing a beat.

It was the slaves who were causing John the most pain, though. Up until he’d realized that First World wasn’t just a computer simulation, he hadn’t much cared about how his personal morality differed from the locals’. He could keep his objectivity by just reminding himself: ‘it’s only a game.’ After returning from the Ice Crag, every fight had either been thrust upon him, or forced on someone who couldn’t fight back. Effectively, anyway. This was the first time he was knowingly attacking an unsuspecting group, who’d done him no wrong and was offering no menace.

He’d seen and done some rough things, running around Earth for JSOC, but they’d always done their level best to avoid killing innocent people. Their record hadn’t been perfect, by any means; war is, after all, ‘hell’ for a reason. But what John expected the Raiders to do, once they reached the island, he would’ve executed a fellow operator for on the spot, back on Earth. Kort’s men would turn on the Watchmen in an instant, if they thought for one second that the newcomers couldn’t be trusted. And even if he succeeded in parting ways with the Raiders, he still had Rorik and all the other noncombatants back at Final Harbor to think about too.

So, he tried to ignore his screaming conscience and rowed for all he was worth.

At one point, he though he heard a bell tolling in the distance, but couldn’t be sure over the sound of men panting and the metronomic knocking one of the Raiders kept up, beating the mast base with a rod to keep everyone in sync. If the rhythm sped up, he wasn’t aware of it.

The Raiders who’d been rowing jumped to their feet as the slave-master ordered the barely conscious slaves to push back on the oars, arresting the ship’s movement. John followed his new squad back up on deck. A narrow gang-plank was already down, connecting the vessel with a sturdy dock. It was the same pier (they assumed) used by the Merward galley when it came to call; the only anchorage around the Rest with enough depth for a ship with any large keel to tie up.

Just as John stepped from the gang-plank to the dock itself, four humanoid forms flowed silently out of the water and up the pilings, to set upon the Raiders just in front of him. It was John’s first look at a Mer-man, and took every ounce of willpower to control his shock long enough to spring at the closest one. He could study it at his leisure, later, if he wasn’t dead.

The Mer-man had Modi face down on the ground, with their foe on the Raider’s back. The Mer-man’s legs were spread out, braced to keep his weight on top of the struggling Raider in a classic wrestling move. Their foe had an arm around Modi’s neck, and was plunging a short, double-edged sword, held blade down, into John’s new teammate’s chest. John’s strike angled to miss the rifle strapped to the Mer-man’s back, without even registering what he’d seen. High-pitched panting added an additional layer to the sudden noise of combat.

The Tooth severed the Mer-man’s head from his neck with the first blow. Not pausing, John skipped sideways and planted her spike into the back of a second Mer-man who had another Raider pinned, just ahead of Modi. John hammered his ax one extra time, for good measure before turning to the other two enemies. He was just in time to see one rolling off the other edge, into the water below, wrapped around a still-struggling Raider. The last Mer-man already had three Raiders hacking away at him, so John turned back to Modi and the other victim.

Both were dead. Modi’s lung was punctured in three places, testament to how quickly the Mer-man’s strikes had been. Bloody froth already ringed his mouth, as his chest jerked sharply with each breath. The other Raider’s throat was cut, eyes staring silently at the rough wood planking.

Modi gripped John’s forearm. “Lead ... well ... Ender ... Jyon.”

“I will.” John promised, returning the grip for long minutes until the life faded from the Raider’s eyes.

“Jyon! Jyon!” One of the other Raiders pulled at him. “Jyon, we must go!”

John looked up, suddenly realizing that all the others had gone ahead. He could hear the sounds of battle coming from where the pier became a path, which wound around the cliffs to the front of the fortress.

“Right, time to go.” John agreed. “Just a moment.”

He turned, looking for the downed Mer-men. One was floating in the water beside the piling, and another was in pieces, including his equipment. But the first one John had killed was still lying where he’d been rolled, to allow Modi a chance at breathing. John unslung the ‘rifle’ from the Mer-man’s back, sliding the long, narrow wood and metal weapon out from under his still-warm corpse. A quick examination revealed that John’s first assumption wasn’t quite accurate. It wasn’t a firearm at all, but a spear gun instead! A ‘U’-shaped length of wood flowed back into a triangular stock, with a carved-out thumb hole a palm’s-width from the front edge, where an actual trigger descended from the weapon. There was a small steel cylinder mounted to the front of the spear groove, with bands of some stretchy material looped through and cocked tight behind the loaded projectile. Rubber? These people had rubber? A barbed, tri-pronged arrowhead sat atop the arm-length metal rod, just beyond a retaining metal arch covering the spear-gun’s ‘muzzle’. A loose metal ‘D’ ring hung below the fore grip, presumably for re-cocking. The Mer-man also had a quiver strapped to his back, with several extra spears still inside.

The search also revealed something about the Mer-man that Hal, when they compared notes later, swore to John that the peacekeeper hadn’t had. Below the dead Mer-man’s arms, he’ found fewer rib bones than a human. And the top four had three unmistakable gills on each side of the torso.

Ozur, the other Raider hissed at him while John worked the quiver’s straps loose as well.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting myself a gun, damn it!” John retorted without looking up.

“What is ‘guyn’?” Ozur inquired.

“This!” John stood up, holding both gun and quiver triumphantly. “C’mon!”

The two men ran down the path in the direction of the fighting. As they jogged, John worked the quiver straps over his shoulder and re-holstered the Tooth. He mimed plucking another rod to reload. Reminding himself to get closer than he’d need to with a real rifle, John pulled ahead as they rounded the corner.

Oriented on the open gate into the fort was a massive, confused melee of Islanders, Mer-men and Raiders. The largest crowd was outside the walls, but John could pick out a few battling just inside the opening as well. Everyone was intermingled, fighting for their lives against all comers. John’s Sight picked up flickers as Raiders suddenly looked like natives, and vice-versa for a few minutes before switching back. This random, arbitrary illusion was fueling the complete breakdown in cohesion, even among the Raiders just entering the fight. In the very gap, where the gate hung open, stood Skyald. Practically glowing in John’s Sight, the man’s ax and shield were in constant motion as he took on all comers who dared to take a swing at him. Even the native guards who slipped through the Raiders protecting Skyald’s back were unable to land a blow. The warrior seemed to have a sixth sense, registering when a strike was near. He’d spin, catching the weapon with his shield before sheering the offending limb off with Lumberjack. Without missing a beat, he spun back, facing the town and the bulk of the attacking natives.

One battlefield lesson John learned early on in his military training was that the squad leader’s (i.e. the first line Sergeant’s) most important task was to get his men to the place on the battlefield they needed to be. By running, walking, or even by grabbing and shoving, putting the squad members into position was priority one. With his Sight, he could easily tell true friend from foe. Dragging Ozur with him, John made his way to the castle wall. He yanked the Raider who was standing there, back to the stone edifice as a backstop while he stabbed at any natives that came within range. John pulled Ozur and the already fighting Raider into a rank, with the Raider’s shoulder against the wall.

“Stay here!” John yelled to be heard over the din of combat. “Keep them from escaping!”

Working methodically, John moved sideways, snatching whatever he could reach, collars or shoulders or elbows to get the struggling Raiders into line. Every time he got two or three more, he’d repeat his commands. Hal later told John that when the Cambion noticed his friend getting things organized, it triggered him to stop stirring up the confusion with his powers. This in turn helped John get control of the battle, at least on his side, much more quickly. Finding themselves pinned between the growing line of grim-faced Raiders on the outside, with the wall and the apparently unkillable Skyald on the inside, the natives began throwing their weapons down en masse.

Along the way, John did get a chance to shoot his new ‘gun’, when a particularly quick Mer-man jumped in front of him. This one carried a pair of long-bladed knives, curved but double-edged with an oblong ring for a pommel. They almost looked like karambits, but much larger than any John had ever seen. The Mer-man tried to close with John, which the veteran was quickly learning was their preferred method of melee combat. Getting his spear-gun up just in time, he found the trigger to be incredibly stiff, but did manage to launch a bolt right into the Mer-man’s bulging eye from point blank range. After that, he never got a chance to reload and just slung the thing across his back, using the bracket he’d found on the side of the quiver to lock the wood into place.

With Raiders beginning to call their comrades back on their own, the rank-forming took on a life of its own. Shortly, the villagers had all surrendered, and Kort, who’d fought his way through the crowd to Skyald’s side, stood up on one of the gate hinges to get some elevation.

“Men of Plunderer’s Rest, I am Kort, the Raider King of Final Harbor!” He shouted. “You have surrendered to us, and if you keep no weapons, and offer no further resistance we will not kill you. But, if you do attack now, we will not only kill you, but the man next to you, and if you have family here, them as well.” The King lowered his chin to glare. “Do not test us. We come by our reputation honestly.”

Kort waved to the now-complete semicircle of Raiders surrounding the natives. “Disarm them, and move them down to that pen there.” He pointed at a a fenced in yard, filled with some of the ugliest four-legged creatures John had ever seen. Giant slabs of walking meat, with paws instead of hooves and long, ungainly necks topped by fish-eyed, anteater-snouted heads. “Jyon, you and Sygraid take your men to guard them. We shall replace you soon enough. Any more we find will be brought to join their neighbors as well.”

With that, the sacking of Plunderer’s Rest began.

Even dawn did not decrease the volume of screaming echoing across the village. The term ‘rape and pillage’ may have lost much of its impact to a modern, twenty-first century American, but John, with Sygraid standing beside him, got a front row seat to the awful reality. Neither of them were liking what they could see. The Shield-maiden had placed her son facing the two of them, with his back to the rest of the town. Treb could hear, but every time his head began to rotate, his mother would bark at him. Hal, too was standing with his friends. He admitted later that the sights and sounds didn’t bother him at all, he’d seen much worse in the Basin, before he was even fully grown. Even so, he too felt a vague disquiet, without being able to identify the reason.

“I swore an oath!” Sygraid was repeating to herself.

“Sygraid...” John finally interrupted her.

“No!” She spun to face him. “Even Ranveng held me to my word, though I asked again to be released, before we parted at the Door. He warned me that I might be unable to defend those in need, but urged me to remain an honorable Shield-bearing Warden. I knew, when we left the harbor that these Raiders,” she spat that word, “were hard, cruel men. We have heard tales, in the Northlands. But this...” She waved at a cluster of men gathered around the shrieking woman, held spread-eagle on the ground. The Raiders laughed harshly at her pitiful cries. They seemed to spur the men on even further into depravity.

Other Raiders were in the process of figuring out which of the sunken houses that dotted the lagoon belonged to which Mer-family. They would show a Mer-man to the -women and -children who hid below, using the water’s depth to avoid capture. If they refused to come to the surface, the Raiders would cut the Mer-man’s throat and leave him bleeding out in the water above their heads. Those Mer-women who did fall for the gambit were quickly subjected to the Raiders’ despicable appetites.

“ ... this is wrong!” She growled. “I do not condone slave taking.” She indicated the Islander and Mer-men group seated inside the fence. Those who weren’t staring at the Raider group with undisguised hatred were glaring murderously at their Watchmen and disgraced Raider guards. “I shall take no proceeds from their sale. But raping their women, when we should be otherwise engaged, is stupid and evil!”

Her knuckles were white where she gripped her spear. The shaft vibrated with her rage.

“What would you like me to do?” John asked mildly.

Sygraid’s jaw worked silently for a moment.

“I do not know.” She finally admitted. “But even our men will not participate.”

She was correct. Even the other Watchmen who weren’t on guard duty were all gathered near the companions. John hadn’t taken a head count, figuring he didn’t want to know how many were willing to join in.

“If I try to stop them, what do you think they’ll do?” John pressed.

“They will attack us, of course.” Sygraid agreed. “I would welcome the chance to gut a few. Those right there especially!”

“Thirty of us, to seventy of them.” John laid it out. They’d lost a few in the fighting, so his numbers might be off, but his point still stood. “And even if we take two for every one of us, that’ll leave any survivors to the mercy of them.” He indicated the surrendered townspeople.

“Maybe that is what we deserve.” Sygraid muttered.

“Maybe.” John didn’t argue, though he thought it a fruitless plan. “But what becomes of the others left back in Final Harbor? What of your husband? And your son? Will you throw their lives away too? You know what Kort will do, if he thinks we’ve turned on him.”

Her shoulders slumped. “You are correct. But if we are to be party to acts like these for the next few months, I do not know how long our people will hold up.”

Her prediction was right, as well. None of the twenty or so Watchmen John could see were displaying anything other than frustrated disgust.

“Jyon? Hal?” A voice called, from up towards the castle.

“Yeah?” John shouted back.

“The King sends for you! Is that you both?”

“C’mon, Hal.” John sighed. “Let’s see what he wants.”

“We’ll both be right there!” He yelled.

To Sygraid: “Please don’t kill anyone. Let me see what I can do.”

“I shall not, unless attacked first.” Was all she could promise.

“Fair enough.”

John and Hal walked back up to the fortification gate. Kort himself, with Skyald and Svend were standing just inside. Occasionally a Raider would come out of one of the doorways into parts of the fortification and be directed to another area by the King. It took a minute for John to figure out what was wrong.

“Where’s all the loot?” He asked, as they walked into the interior courtyard. “ ... your majesty.”

The three Raiders turned to him.

“Still inside.” Skyald grumbled.

Kort gestured at the warrior. “The vault is there, but we cannot find the key to open it. Do either of you have it? If not, Jyon I shall need you to search the prisoners again.”

John blinked. “A key? Uh, no. We didn’t find anything like that on them.”

Hal cleared his throat. “I ... have these ... from the peacekeeper.”

He held out his hand with the three-key ring hanging from his fingers.

Svend threw up his hands, stalking away while Skyald snatched the keys from Hal. He made right for the keep main door, yelling for the other Raiders to join him.

The King smiled ruefully. “I should have known. Thank you, Hal for gaining us entry. Your deed shall not go unnoticed, when the Raid is complete. Perhaps though, it might be time to show all the Raiders what you can do. And Jyon, if you would educate our Magician on a more effective use of his talents during battle, I would appreciate it. Our next might not end so easily.”

Now John cleared his own throat. “Uh, your majesty, we might need to talk about that.”

Kort held up his hand to forestall the veteran. “I may know, already what you need to say. Please wait until we have opened the vault, though. I believe our conversing then will be more ... beneficial.”

“All right.” John said agreeably.

“But come, join me as we open it up.” The King turned, leaving John and Hal to trail in his wake.

Inside the ground floor of the keep twin staircases spiraled up the walls, leading to the second floor above. In the center was a ... wading pool? Waist deep, by the looks of the Raiders standing in the water. In the center was a coral column, about as thick as a man’s shoulders, topped with a shining gold statue of a crowned Mer-man bursting up from the water with the cliched trident in hand. Svend, Skyald and Aric were all standing around the monument, removing the three keys from their ring.

“The healer!” Hal blurted. “I’ll be back!”

The Cambion turned and dashed back outside, while Kort shot John a questioning look.

“No idea.” John shrugged back.

As the three Raiders inserted their keys simultaneously (once they’d figured out which one fit what lock), and turned them together, the King began explaining.

“The reason I am a Wizard,” Kort said, “and not an Evolved as most Kings are, is because my father was one. And his before that. It has been a tradition in my family for at least one Raider to chose this path, for as long as there have been Raider Kings. I am told our tradition dates back to the very first years after the Nine were chained, and the Challenges began. Whether this is true or not, we have kept a record of our lore, handed down from Wizard to new Wizard upon our return from the Cyclone Tower.” The King patted a satchel he wore slung across his body. The material was oiled, and sealed against the elements.

There was a loud knocking, followed by the water beginning to drain from the pool. Kort motioned for John to follow him closer, right to the edge. As the level dropped, steps were exposed leading down to the rough-textured bottom. They waited until only an inch remained before the King and John walked down the stairs.

“Skyald,” Kort nodded at the warrior, “is my cousin. His father before him, my uncle was an Evolved Explorer. He calls me the Wizard’s Wizard, for I am able to perform things with the Sapphire Dragon’s power no one else I know of can. You saw him fighting last night, yes?”

John nodded. “I did. He was incredible.”

Kort smiled. “He is an Evolved Warrior, dangerous in his own right no doubt. But before he left the ship yesterday, I gave him the Warrior’s Boon. It is a special blessing my great grandfather learned to give. When bestowed upon someone such as my cousin, who knows of its effect and how to use it to its utmost, the results are, as you put it: incredible.”

The King’s face grew serious. “And recall what he could do, should I direct it at any who challenged my authority.”

“No argument.” John held his arms out.

Kort’s smile returned. “Another piece of lore, discovered by both my father and my uncle regards this place. They already knew, from my grandfather, who discovered that the Shipwreck Graveyard is not merely a shallow, treacherous area for boats. No, this area was once, long before the Nine, a city the likes of which the world hasn’t seen since. A massive port town larger than from Final Harbor to Joryndarfil, perhaps even as far as Two Courts. But before the Arrival of legend, this city, with more inhabitants than all the nations in the world now combined, experienced a cataclysm like nothing we could imagine. Rivaled only by the Arrival itself for devastation, I am guessing. It sank beneath the seas, and was not seen again until Typhon raised his lair from the ocean floor. Something that the Sapphire Dragon did then caused the ruins of this city to rise back to the surface, too. Or nearly anyway.”

“Atlantis.” John whispered in awe.

Kort’s grin was Cheshire. “I see that you know more about the lore I thought only I alone knew. Yes, Ay-thlanti-is it was called.” He pointed at the spear gun slung over John’s shoulder. “Your reaction to the Mer-folk water crossbow said as much. Know this, as your own people likely do not: should a free Mer-man see you carrying that weapon, he will attack you on sight. Even though it means his own death, he will take it from you and return it to the sea. With his own dying body, if need be.”

John blinked in shock. “You’re serious?”

The King nodded sadly. “I am. Once, in the years of my great grandfather, there was a Raider Kingdom larger than Joryndarfil. It was on an island, just east of our shore, about midway between Final Harbor and Joryndarfil. The last King there grew very powerful by taking Mer-folk as slaves. He thought them more useful than Islanders, or other races. They can breathe and see under water, swim great distances and the Bay knows no greater fish hunters. Their Evolutions are even different from ours, though even their Evolved are extremely difficult to capture. The island grew rich, and fielded a Raider fleet larger than all other Kingdoms combined. Yet this King held so many Mer-slaves that their number exceeded his own Raiders’ by many times. It was his folly, and is why the Mer-folk will normally fight to the death rather than be captured.”

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Day 29: John jerked awake, snorting sometime after nightfall. Inside the room it was pitch black, but his Sight allowed him to see the worgh females and pups clustered around him. Their own sleeping noises ceased when his did. Heads came up, both adults watching him warily. Keeping his movements slow and obvious, he held a hand out for each to sniff. To his surprise, a pair of tongues, like large-grain sandpaper scraped across his palms after a few minutes. He tentatively gave neck scratches...

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Demigod of WarChapter 27

Day 65 “Filthy, no-good, back-stabbing, traitorous bastard!” Syg came storming down the stairs into the brazier room. It was a lot less crowded, now that those fighters with family could camp with their loved ones. Those without family used the other room, the one connected to the tunnel that the Adepts had completely filled with ice. All that remained in the room with John were Rorik and his family, to include Syg and Treb of course, plus the Captains and their families, though Khapu and...

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Demigod of WarChapter 28

Day 75: “Sygraid and I will go first.” John told Rorik as they stood at the exit to the Valkyrie’s no-longer-secret passage. “Yes lord, and I will keep the group together as we move.” Rorik acknowledged. “I await your signal.” Only way through it is to do it. John mentally steeled himself. He Scanned the valley ahead. It was a wide gully between peaks, still snow covered and dotted with ice-coated rocks. It sloped up to a small ridge in the direction they wanted to go and offered...

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Demigod of WarChapter 29

Day 85: When the Raiders came to rouse them the next morning, they found the group already awake and ready for whatever the day might bring. Kort led the contingent, his blood-shot eyes zeroed right in on John. He beckoned the leader over, and shook his head when Rorik and Sygraid made to follow. “Good morning.” John smiled at the man’s wince. “Feeling it this early, are you?” “Aye.” Kort grunted, frowning. “I have asked the blacksmith to use someone else for his anvil, but he continues to...

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Demigod of WarChapter 30

Day 86: “King Kort?” John called. “Your, uh majesty?” Kort was wasting no time moving into the King’s House. A small army of slaves, male and female were taking furnishings out, and replacing them with items the new King wanted. The Raider himself was directing the process from just inside the massive double doors that marked the demi-palace entrance. John paused at the threshold, his Sight quickly locating his new ruler. “Jyon? How are you this morning? Have you come to post yourself as...

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Demigod of WarChapter 31

Day 86 & 87: The two men popped into existence at the Final Harbor portal just as Svend and Skyald were departing the Arena. Both stopped dead, staring at John and Ellis. John nodded a greeting, but received only blank stares in return. “Just my luck.” John muttered. Ellis was rubbernecking, as much as he could in the fading sunlight. “What’s that?” He asked. “Those two,” John pointed, “I was hoping to keep my Traveler ability secret. It’s not like I can trust anyone here.” Ellis’s...

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Demigod of WarInterlude 1

Virginia, U.S.A. Mid Twenty-first Century A.D. (Gregorian): Colonel Herb “Spooky” Mason checked the connection ID when his latest ‘burner’ rang its silly tone. He couldn’t stand the sound, but if he spent time fiddling with the settings on every disposable phone he bought, he’d never get anything else done. The ID wasn’t familiar, but that wasn’t unusual. When you go dark, every contact becomes a one-time thing. Too easy to track you down otherwise. And given that his girlfriend had been...

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Demigod of WarChapter 32

Day 119: “Land ho!” The cry from one of the Far-eyed crew drew every eye on the ship. A hand pointed off into the distance, at a slight angle from their course. Judging carefully, Svend adjusted to head directly for the distant shore. Their sister ship, with Kort’s prime lieutenant Aric at the helm, mimicked their move. The two ships had been at sea for most of the last month, and John was itching for some action. Or even just a break in the monotony. At first it had been interesting. John...

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Demigod of WarChapter 34

Day 121: Welcome back Traveler, please note that your Visitor status remains defunct. You have a total of seven previously-encountered portals that you may choose to exit using. You have also made a Moral Choice, which places you at odds with your current political master. This meets the Traveler criteria for World number 6,626,070,041,034. Please indicate which destination you desire. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” John exclaimed. “What the fuck does that mean? Argh!”` “Okay,...

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Demigod of WarChapter 35

Days 122-129: When he was growing up, no ‘action’-labeled entertainment was complete without at least one chase sequence. As time went on, these scenes got more and more outlandish, with all manner of vehicles speeding, dodging, and swerving in and out of the most complex environments imaginable. The drama lay in the audience’s expectation that the main character would narrowly avoid disaster by the barest of margins, often with at least one glancing blow that they miraculously survived. In...

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Demigod of WarChapter 36

Day 130-140: The Islanders of Sweetwater Port refused to allow anyone off the boat when they anchored. A swarm of canoes launched from shore a short while later. “No dock?” John asked. Vasin shook his head. “No, and the ground underneath the water is quite shallow near the shore as well. The natives consider it part of their protection.” One Islander, obviously the leader climbed up onto deck first, followed by a small, well-armed entourage. “You are a Raider vessel.” The Islander...

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Demigod of WarChapter 37

Day 140: The angry blue reptilian form charged across the small island, neatly sliding around the central gazebo without pause. She jerked to a stop on the cliff overlooking Nefiume as the undead emperor hoisted Ozur’s body above his head. Typhon raised one double-thumbed claw, pointing at their foe. Nefiume appeared to finally notice the dragon, head jerking in a double-take right before a fountain of water welled up from the sea beneath. The instant wave crashed over the emperor’s body,...

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Demigod of WarChapter 39

Day 91: After armoring up, including her sword, spear and shield, and stepping out of her tiny barracks cell the Flight Leader led her up a stairway she’d been warned never to use. They passed several passages branching off, until reaching the very top. Geiravuir hammered the iron bound door they found there, and a grim faced Hrund opened it from within. She frowned at Veronyka, but motioned both women to enter. Beyond was a spartan office, holding a desk, several chairs, a weapons rack on...

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Demigod of WarChapter 40

Day 91-92 / Unknown / Day 140 continued: Shouldering their way through the crowd of standing death made Veronyka’s skin crawl and her stomach heave. The stench was awful, clogging her nose with its eye-watering pungency. Bits of desiccated skin, scraped off by the rough exterior on their armor, clung until scraped off by yet more decaying flesh. The wet smack of still-damp tissues hitting the ground, and liquid squishing as their boots crushed the bio-litter underfoot were enough to make...

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Demigod of WarChapter 41

Day 90-91: Welcome back Traveler. As you have achieved a journeyman rank from completing a recognized course of study in a field applicable throughout the Network, your provisional status has been removed. You have a total of four previously-encountered portals that you may choose to exit using. You have also met the Traveler criteria for any other portals connected with your organization on World number 5. Please indicate which destination you desire. Veronyka grinned. “The one outside the...

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Demigod of WarChapter 42

Day 91-92 / Day 140 continued: The ice melted, revealing a woman easily mistaken for Hrund’s twin, with pitch black hair instead. Eyes as clear and cold as the glacier above their heads regarded her expressionlessly. Her shield was round on top, but elongated below like an inverted teardrop, and had a large metal boss in the center. Her other hand carried a long spear, with an axe head sticking out at the base of the blade, and a spike sticking out the other side: a halberd. It was the first...

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Demigod of WarChapter 43

Day 141-143: The sun was just beginning to light up the Tower’s watery exterior when John and Veronyka got up. The former doctor had strung up a hammock, with enough material for two, between two of the pavilion posts at the island’s north end. In an amazing display of nonverbal communication, Sygraid, Hal and a few others comprehended Veronyka’s desire for privacy. They kept others away while the two lovers reunited. They spent the night pressed together, touching, caressing and finally...

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Demigod of WarChapter 44

Day 143: John couldn’t be sure from the distance he watched, but this dragon felt like it was the largest yet. If not the biggest, then definitely the scariest. Her head reminded him of the worgh, with sharp spines lining every contour. A ‘mane’ of more horns flared at the base of her skull, leading to a row of them dotting her spine. Her wings were folded, and every joint, including her legs was defined by a jutting tapered spike. Her scales were deep red, with shiny platinum and gold...

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Demigod of WarChapter 46

Day 149-153: Sergeant Major (Retired) Jeffrey Ellis jumped to his feet as Veronyka barged into the meeting. The unruly looking filthy men and women who’d been seated at the large table with him all stood quickly as well. Dead eyes and hopeless expressions greeted her entrance. It had taken her a week to fly across the Bay of Chaos and track the Ender population down. The high-altitude westward Jetstream sped her trip, but every Raider city she checked, starting at Final Harbor was deserted...

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Demigod of WarChapter 47

Day 153-158: Though John was unmistakably a prisoner, the Legionnaires never tied or locked him up. They appointed two minders, who rotated every day. This meant he couldn’t make friends, since it was never the same two repeated. But it did mean he could interrogate them, subtly of course. None seemed to be operating under any restrictions on their tongues, so he took full advantage. The unit who captured him occupied a full section of subterranean ‘apartments,’ which emptied out onto the...

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Demigod of WarChapter 48

Day 179: On the twenty-sixth day that John woke up in chains, he finally followed the formation out into open air. They’d diverted off the Great Road that morning, using a much rougher-hewn ramp to the surface. His head barely cleared the tunnel roof to find a road running straight and true sloping across broken foothills and out into farmland-rich plains. Off in the distance, he could see a wide levee-bordered river formed by the joining of several runoff streams trickling down from the...

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Demigod of WarChapter 49

Afternoon (Chronological coordinate set undetermined): Welcome back Traveler. You have a total of four previously-encountered portals that you may choose to exit using. This list excludes your Sanctioned portal, and one deemed too hazardous for your use at this time. You have also met the Traveler criteria for any other portals connected with your organization on World number 5. Please indicate which destination you desire. Veronyka sighed in relief. Her entry into the Network via the...

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Demigod of WarChapter 50

Day 193-200: John had a problem, and Dulgan was its source. Oh, the Dwarf was a fine traveling companion. After departing the camp, the Dwimar led them to a well-concealed entrance back underground. The Obsidian Peaks were honeycombed with passages and caves where far more Clans than John had figured made their homes. They zig-zagged their way between Dvergyr and Dwimar clan areas, never moving in a straight line. At first, Dulgan’s inquisitive nature charmed John while they walked. The...

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Demigod of WarChapter 51

Day 202: Their second night in the jungle was when things came apart. They’d traveled for two days, turning to head directly into the thickest, wettest, deadliest part after midday that first morning. The trees they walked between emitted a rotting musk, and their boots squelched deep into soft, clinging, stinky mud. Detouring around puddles eventually devolved into slogging across putrid, stagnant ponds. Anything deeper than their knees had to be avoided, and they lost count of how many...

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Demigod of WarChapter 53

Day 217: John and Dulgan were being followed. They were a day’s walk into the swamp, on a direct line toward the Hidden Ziggurat. Though he’d been occupied at the time, Vorigan sent his retainers to escort the duo back to their drop-off point via his boat. In addition, Jashul and the three Vampyri who comprised Cain’s embassy to the Dwarven clans traveled with them to the same landing spot. The four would cut across the north end of the swamp and enter the Onyxhart gate to begin their...

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Demigod of WarChapter 54

Day 219: “Head for that one! Run!” John shouted, pointing at the door to their right. The group veered to that side, picking up speed as they moved downhill. Jashul lagged behind the sprinting duo, and John’s longer legs carried him in the lead as they ran. The gap between all three widened as they closed with the two undead bracketing that opening. On the ledges above, the patrols congregated, staying on their level but clustering abreast of the group as the trio neared the ground-level...

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Demigod of WarChapter 55

Day 225: “That ... you ... you ... how? Goddamit!” John cursed, unable to explain. “Your Task was your own.” The Patriarch admonished. “Not for any other to know. As you have finished the most difficult part, you are eligible for all three rewards. Are you prepared to select them now?” John held up his other hand. “Just a moment.” He turned around and closed his eyes. Don’t kill him. Don’t even attack him. You have no idea what would happen if you did. Let it go. Something even the...

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Demigod of WarInterlude 2

World number 6,626,070,041,034 Day 140: Welcome back Traveler, please note that your Visitor status remains defunct. You and your companion have met the Traveler criteria for World number 6,626,070,041,034. You both will now be transported to that destination. Sygraid’s massive form disappearing from the platform was the only indicator that he’d arrived. He looked around at the uniform, unfathomable darkness for a clue, and noticed that the flames on the portal arch were now a complete...

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Demigod of WarChapter 56

Day 236: John and Adam brought up the rear of their little procession as they began the second day of their trek into the Endless Sands, the morning after leaving Southern Oasis. Vorigan and Dulgan were in the lead, with the Vamp interrogating the Dwimar about his newfound enchanting abilities, as well as the subject generally. On John’s advice, the day before when purchasing supplies for the trek, they’d gotten several serviceable daggers for each person, which Dulgan agreed to enchant...

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Demigod of WarChapter 57

Day???: John dug a divot into the sand with his heel, then climbed back up onto the square stone platform. As a test, he walked through the ‘doorway,’ facing away from the Pyramid. Instantly he was turned around, and a glance at the hole in the ground showed he hadn’t moved to another spot. Okay, what do you think? He thought at Duin. And got no response. So he hopped down onto the sand. What do you think I should do? He asked again. Stand on the dust-cloud side of the platform and walk...

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Demigod of WarChapter 59

Day??? Adam was leaning in the open doorway when John walked up. “You solve it already?” John asked hopefully. Adam snorted. “I wish!” “Oh? What happened?” John wanted to know. Adam’s headshake was rueful. “You were right; it wasn’t that easy. After I pushed the octagon, there was a sound of lots of feet stomping around, and rock grinding like bricks rubbing together. While I was feeling my way over to the last button, I ran into a column that wasn’t there before. It was about a yard and...

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Demigod of WarChapter 60

Day??? “Well, that was ... interesting.” John said to Adam as he approached from the floor’s entry spot. The SEAL was leaning against the opposite side of the corridor by the now blank door that had borne Dulgan’s name. “Can you ... talk about it?” Adam asked. John shook his head. “I got a headache last time, so let’s go do yours.” “I wonder.” Adam mused. “Do you think all three of the hidden doors are on this level?” “Let’s keep an eye out.” John suggested. Back in the SEAL’s...

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Demigod of WarChapter 61

Day??? John stepped through the portal and found himself in a place very similar to the Labyrinth entry, where he’d written his name in the sand, and accepted the Rules. Same doorway with walls extending into the distance, like the first and third base lines on a baseball diamond. Unlike the other however, his stone platform this time was only as big as the ones out in the desert, that he’d looped through three times to enter. Beyond its small, square boundary was an endless sea of sand...

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Demigod of WarChapter 67

Day 251: As Adam and Master Chief Chatman walked out of the planning meeting for Adam’s upcoming trip to the portal stone in South America, Adam signaled the older man with his chin. “Want to grab a quick bite before we split?” He asked, overly casually. “ ... Yes, let’s.” Chatman replied, after figuring out what Adam really wanted. Chatman put the sound dampener between them while they ate. “Is it just me,” Adam inquired, “or is there definitely something going on that I’m not privy...

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Demigod of WarChapter 68

Day 258/259: John and company were most of the way to the double-peak Ariel indicated as their navigation landmark when a massive wind and rain storm rolled in from the north. Within minutes, visibility in the air dropped to a yard or two, and the gusts were so rough that they decided to land and continue on foot. The group spent that night miserably trying to camp on the best rocky hill they could find. The rain stopped before dawn, but if anything the wind picked up with the sun’s rise....

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Demigod of WarChapter 69

Day 259/260: “Ho there, we see you!” The voice floated down from the darkness above. The sound carried an echoing quality indicating that the speaker was using a megaphone, or something like it. None of the four were surprised, given how high the walls of Gluboskal were. After separating from the Wardens: Ililyan and Sygraid, plus Rhys the other four companions flew up and around the double-peaked mountain, Gananora Heralis which Dulgan informed them was the backbone of the city’s...

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Demigod of WarChapter 70

Day 261: Right before the group departed Dadem’s house, Veronyka took a minute to leave Hal a message before bringing up the rear. A very young Dvergyr, Hotric Oakfall worked as the house doorman slash receptionist slash butler. He promised to pass along Veronyka’s words when Hal returned, and to keep an eye out for any unusual interest in their group. That Dulgan and Thedus had a longstanding relationship was apparent to all, as the two chatted continuously during their hike out of the...

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Demigod of WarChapter 71

Day 261: With herculean effort, John staggered upright, and brushed off the debris coating his arms and helmet. He searched frantically through the too-slowly-dissipating dust cloud for his friends. After tripping twice on the churned-up slope, he stumbled onto both, crumpled into a pile and covered with a thick layer of earth. Heart in his throat, he pulled the pair apart and laid them side by side on a slightly less-torn patch of ground. Uncapping his canteen, he splashed water over...

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Demigod of WarChapter 72

Day 262/263: “What the hell’s an Arcane Magi?” John wondered. Duin’s unmissable mixture of excitement and trepidation was palpable. “As I said, tha’s tween you’n th’ other one.” Dulgan insisted. “Then why doesn’t he want me to let you leave?” John wondered. Dulgan blinked in surprise. “He doesn’o’? I dunno. Le’s ask.” Repeat my words, so the Magi can hear them as well. Duin instructed. “Before the Arrival, there was a powerful, and secretive organization of Dwarves called the Dark...

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Demigod of WarChapter 73

Day 263: “See ‘em how?” Dulgan pressed. John’s hands motioned aimlessly. “Like they’re really here. In this room with us right now. There. There, and there.” He pointed. Dulgan walked over to one spot he’d indicated. Vafthundryr shifted, so they wouldn’t ‘collide’. “Here?” The Dwimar asked. “He moved.” John’s finger indicated. Dulgan peered in the direction curiously. “I see nothin’. Wha’ do they loo’ like?” John kept his finger indicating Vafthundryr. “A Frost Giant, Vafthundryr is...

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Demigod of WarChapter 74

Day 263/264: Mokul kept John awake for several hours as the man from Earth described his adventures. He avoided giving too much detail about Earth and his life before becoming trapped on this world. But otherwise, he saw no reason to lie about anything he’d experienced since coming through the portals. Dulgan knew almost all of it anyway, and John knew all too well how impossible it was for that one to keep a secret. The Dwimar Huntmaster listened intently throughout, though many of his...

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