Three days later, small Undead critters began rising all across the Wildlands and the Endless Desert. From frogs to vengeful rabbits, the recently-dead Tier 1s crawled out of the ground and started biting ankles and tails of living Wilds everywhere. Having had their water sanctified and blessed by the members and temporary volunteer (or paid, or forced, etc) disciples of the Order of Light, the settlements of Fal’herim, Kara-Goth, Craggy Falls, Three Pines and associated managed to avoid such cases occurring within their boundaries (or indeed anywhere within a meter of their water pipes or sprinkled walls). By that time, every village, town, mining outpost and farm had enough time to raise walls and fences around their perimeters and sprinkle blessed water on them. While not likely to keep out a full-fledged Tier 5 zombie, they were definitely able to ward off pesky Tier 1 Undead critters. Tim especially made it a point to send out the children of Fal’herim to go squ

“Thank you for your purchase.” Kanasu-eeroo bowed. “Do let me know if there’s anything else special that you need in these trying times. You might be surprised when you see my selection of weapons and armor.” “Speaking of trying times, Kanasu, you don’t seem especially worried about the Undead.” Remian paused, a sudden thought occurring. “This drone car… was this what you were relying on to get away if you had to?” “Oh, no, that’s just a product I made for fun.” Kanasu shook his head. “If I needed to get away in a hurry, I could just call my servants to retrieve me.” “Your servants?” “Yes, my personal Star Galleon remains in orbit along with some of my household servants. Do not worry. I will never lack for anything or suffer.” Kanasu assured him. P-personal Star Galleon?! “Speaking of Star Galleons, are you aware of our salvage efforts on the Meorin starships in orbit?” “Yes. It is a most profitable venture, I believe.” “Could

On the other hand, even if Sior’s people didn’t burn the world down, if things got out of hand, it was most likely that the Quarin would. Initially, they set a deadline of one month before they started their Cleansing, but since the Portal was sealed, they called it off and sent an Inspection Team instead. That Team would arrive in a week, along with the fleet that was going to perform the Cleansing. In other words, if the Inspection Team felt it was necessary, the Cleansing could still happen. The Draconian Dominion could stop it. Sorrel was technically now their territory, since the Quarin abandoned it ages ago. But on this matter, it seemed they were entirely agreeable to covering the world in fire; the main Draconian compound was underground, they could stock up on untold heaps of supplies, and hunker down while the surface burned. Afterwards, they’d just come out and have the whole world to themselves, at least until Grandpa Dras and the Dominion fleet came by to pick t

Eventually, Remian got the truth out of Carrie. The thing was, Remian could already command the wolfcats on account of his lordship status in the Star Wolf kingdom. On top of that, all of Star Wolf King’s wolfcats were generally required to protect him by default. If he’d simply walked out there and told them to follow him around everywhere, all wolfcats within his territory (some four hundred of them or so) would have been obliged to follow, protect and obey his commands if he ordered them into battle. For example, the entire network of wolfcats watching over Class 2 were actually doing it at his request, not Carrie’s. That was all simply because they were Star Wolf King’s subordinates and he was the Lord of the territory they were in. Basically, he was already their boss (or local sub-boss under the Star Wolf King). In a practical sense, all four hundred wolfcats dwelling within the borders of Craggy Falls were Shadow Guards of him and his. Still, Remian didn’t reg

Raven had to be honest; in terms of R&D, her performance had been dismal. She’d much rather be out there with the trading fleet, but as Mindy’s topmost subordinate, it fell to her to check in on the development of new airships during mandatory downtime.The actual R&D got done by teams of professionals and people who understood endless squiggly lines of writing and numbers and diagrams that gave Raven a headache. At most she just received reports and nagged at team leaders a bit. That was all.Therefore it was a surprise when this time, a certain chief engineer came up to her and declared, “We did it!”“Did what?” Raven was blur.“We’ve completed the Mother Goose!”“Are you serious?!” The Mother Goose was the biggest, most expensive, longest-running project in Mindy’s Airships.“See for yourself!”Raven followed him, expecting to see some sort