Remian and Vigil discovered Joshu’s secret in three seconds, flat.
“Yip!” Vigil barked.
“Squeak!” Teeny shrieked back. “Squeak, squeak!”
“Vigil! Play nice!” Remian warned him.
“Yip, yip.” Vigil nodded, tail wagging.
Remian eyed that cub which was a mix of wolf and cat, then at the creature with Joshu that was a mix of cat and mouse, and shook his head. Hopefully nothing bad would accidentally happen.
Actually, the bigger danger was if Carrie got hungry…
“Registration is done!” Mindy said. “Well, mostly, except I’m not sure we should classify a nine-year explorer as a ‘Novice’.”
Tim coughed. “What, then? He’s not a warrior like Max, or a mage like Remian. Definitely not ‘wolfcat’ or ‘bear’ like Carrie and Buff.”
“Ranger. Like the Ceres Forest Rangers.” Max supplied helpfully. “A recon-type bowman with a little pet for company? It fits.”
Mindy wrote it down. “Okay, so if you’ve read the charter and agree to the terms and conditions, just sign here…”
“What charter?” Joshu asked.
“That one.” Mindy pointed to another wall in the hall.
Joshu glanced at it. Betterment of life on the Frontier, mutual protection among adventurers, professional behavior toward missions, keeping guild secrets, honesty in reports and in regards to points, no stealing from the guild or guild members, respect for Wilds who had joined the Guild, cleaning up after one’s self on Guild premises, not making too much noise late at night or in the early mornings…
From there, the charter turned into a list of domestic rules more suited to a household than to a Guild.
“Uh… we might want to fix the charter as we go along.” Max winced, seeing the bemused look on Joshu’s face.
“We’ll split it.” Remian suggested. “Everything after ‘respect for Wilds who joined the Guild’ gets put into a separate list called ‘household rules’.”
“Sounds good to me.” Joshu signed.
“Congratulations and welcome aboard!” Tim announced, accompanied by a round of cheers, a few high-pitched barks from Vigil, and a deeper wolfcat snort from Carrie.
There were introductions and general chatter to follow. Mandy had Tim bring out a welcome dinner for their first new Adventurer. Until that point, the Adventurers Guild were mainly Remian and his friends. This was the first time a bone fide adventurer/frontier explorer had officially joined their ranks.
Halfway through dinner, Remian made it a point to ask Joshu a very important question. “Joshu, do you have any idea how many others like you are out there?”
“Actual explorers? Five, maybe ten. The folks living outside of town are mainly hunters and farmers.” Joshu grunted. “Assuming they haven’t been eaten by Wilds already.”
He looked a bit disgruntled. Remian frowned. Joshu had seemed perfectly happy to chat with everyone over dinner before. Why did his mood suddenly drop when Remian spoke to him? “Is something the matter?”
“No, no… I’ve just… lost a lot of friends out there.” Joshu looked away.
Carrie barked a laugh. [He smells jealous.]
[What?] Remian glanced at her. [Why?]
Carrie shrugged.
Maybe it was because Remian was the highest ranking when Joshu was actually the most senior in terms of years of experience. “Don’t worry about the rankings. As long as you work hard, you, too, could rank First one day.”
“Hmm.” Joshu grunted without saying anything much.
It would depend on his capabilities. For contributions and most missions, every increase of Tier represented a ten-fold increase in points. For example, meat contributions; the current rates were, 10kg of Tier 1 meat for 1 point, 1kg of Tier 2 meat for 1 point, and 1kg of Tier 3 meat for 10 points. On top of that, higher Tier Wilds had a lot more edible meat (non-edible meat wasn’t counted). Most Tier 1 Blood Rabbits barely had 9kg of edible meat after they were cleaned out. Compared to that, a Tier 2 Blood Rabbit Chief could easily reach 90kg. That Tier 3 Brush Bristle Boar that Max, Carrie and Remian had teamed up to hunt yesterday actually brought in near 900kg. Divided between the three of them, Remian and Max had both gained 3000 points for 300 kg. Carrie would have had the same if she hadn’t kept one third of it for herself and Vigil.
In other words, the points system favored the capable. Whoever could do higher Tier missions or hunted higher Tier Wilds would be able to earn a lot more points. Of course, the dangers likewise were far greater, so one had to be careful not to overreach. Even Vigil could hunt Tier 1 Blood Rabbits all on his own. But if he had to face a Tier 2 Chief Blood Rabbit, all he could do was run for his life. Among the human Adventurers here, only Max could take down that Tier 2 rabbit head-on all by himself. Even Remian wouldn’t succeed unless he took it by surprise. The same went for Joshu, most likely. Bows and magic did favor ambushes and ranged attacks over hand-to-hand combat.
But back to the important topic… Remian had more questions for Joshu. “Can you ask them to join us? All the explorers, and the hunters too.”
Joshu paused. “I was thinking the same thing. Is that a mission?”
“Of course.”
“What Tier?” Joshu asked directly.
“Well… where are they, exactly?” Remian asked.
“I have a map. It’s based on an airship survey, and I’ve been jotting down locations, inhabitants, and resources on it for nine years. Would that be a worthwhile contribution?”
Remian felt like his eyes were gleaming. “Definitely! Something like that has to be worth thousands of points! We could base a lot of future missions on that information!”
The discussion around dinner turned to the points value of his map. Joshu took it out and two hours later, he received 5000 points and became the Second ranked Adventurer on the spot.
Remian set the missions. “Mindy, note these down; there are nineteen Hunter homes on this map, in which twenty-five Hunters live. All of them need to be contacted, and the survival and status of the hunters need to be confirmed. First Contact with every home north of the Three Forks River and east of the Amber Gorge is worth 300 points on a mission, plus 100 points for every living inhabitant you invite to the Guild for the first time. Successfully recruiting them to join us is worth 500 points per inhabitant. For those west of the Amber Gorge and south of the Three Forks River, the mission for First Contact with them is worth 3000 points; the points for First Invite per inhabitant and Successfully Recruiting them is quadrupled. This particular home here, the one belonging to the Crazy Fisher… First Contact for this one’s 30,000 points, plus 1600 points for First Invite and 8000 points for a successful Recruitment.”
It was a fair offer. The Crazy Fisher was on a little peninsula right in the middle of Dragon Lake. Even Carrie would have to sneak her way through. The average Pale Dragon in that lake was Tier 4. The Crazy Fisher wasn’t called ‘crazy’ for nothing.
“Our first Tier 4 mission!” Mindy exclaimed.
Missions were likewise divided into Tiers based on expected danger and risk, usually related to the Tier of Wilds they were probably going to encounter. Tier 0 missions popular among the kids were usually delivery, gathering or fetching tasks in safer places within or around town, like the area around the Guild, the town’s central area and the Iron Legion camp. Tier 1 missions included hunting Blood Rabbits for meat, or deliveries/fetching where Tier 1 Wilds were expected or slightly dangerous areas like the north side of town (dangerous because Rose was there, but safer because the Ravens were there too) and the areas around the Iron Legion camp or a little farther out from the Guild.
While most Tier 0 missions could earn an average of 3 points, Tier 1 missions easily averaged 30 points straight off.
Tier 2 missions, averaging 300 points, were those at the east or west side of town, or on the north side outside town, or anywhere in the area outside town and farther out from the Iron Legion camp or the Guild, or likely to encounter Tier 2 Wilds. So far, only Max, Remian and Carrie had done one of those.
Now Joshu’s map had officially placed Tier 3 missions on the list. The Amber Gorge to the west and the Three Forks river to the south marked clear boundaries. Anything beyond them was a Tier 3 mission, and anyone going on them should be prepared to encounter Tier 3 Wilds all over the place, and even find the rare Tier 4. The only Tier 3 mission ever done in the Guild was the one in which they’d won the cave and the Guild site from a certain bear who used a Fire Ball Wand. The 3000 points had been divided evenly between the participating members.
“So… we get points for Recruitment?” Tim asked brightly. “Do I get the points for Recruiting Joshu?”
“I guess…?” Remian paused. “Joshu, how did you find us in the first place?”
“It was that girl in the tavern. The one with the braids.”
“That would be Jane.” Mindy supplied.
“Aww. 500 points…” Tim mourned.
“25 points to Jane having First Invited to the Guild an explorer in a safe zone. 125 points to Tim for successfully Recruiting him.” Mandy suggested.
“Just 125 points?” Joshu’s face fell.
“I think Recruiting him should be worth 500 points, like the hunters.” Mindy pointed out.
“I think in terms of ability, he already goes beyond the Amber Gorge and the Three Forks River. That’s 400 for the Invite and 2000 for the Recruitment.” Remian put in. “A person’s value to the Guild shouldn’t be decided by how far away he was. It should be according to his abilities.”
“Maybe recruitment should have a flat rate reward?” Tim wondered.
“Maybe there should be no reward.” Mindy countered.
“Or maybe the Recruiters get a percentage of whatever the Adventurers earn.” Mandy suggested.
“I like that idea. I really do. But it’s going to be a lot of trouble once we have more people.” Remian rubbed his forehead. “Let’s just go by Wilds equivalents. Joshu should be a match for a Tier 2.”
“That sounds about right.” Joshu nodded.
Remian didn’t tell him the other reason for estimating Tiers for Adventurers that way. It was so that in the event of a Beast Wave, he’d know exactly how much combat power the Guild really had to contribute to the defense of Frontier Town.
Thinking in terms of combat strength Mandy, Mindy, George, Tim, Jane and Kavitha would all be considered Tier 1. Max and Remian themselves could easily take down Tier 1 Wilds, and they could handle Tier 2’s by themselves, but they would need help against Tier 3’s. Joshu was like that too.
Back when they fought Buff for the cave, the main reason they won was because the bear didn’t attack them directly. Buff kept trying to hit them with Fire Balls and aiming those with the wand shooting out sideways from his mouth was a really difficult thing to do. Had the bear attacked with his teeth and claws, they would have stood no chance without Carrie’s help. In other words, without Carrie, Remian wouldn’t have any confidence against a Tier 4 Wild.
But the Guild was beginning to accumulate funds by fulfilling Burning Steel requests and selling them skins. Most of the bones ended up going to the church and converted to Bone Dust for Magic Ink. A share of that ink came back to the Guild, which Remian ‘bought’ with points used to Inscribe Scrolls. For the sake of his ranking (which was based on total points earned), Remian preferred to contribute the bones and buy the ink from the Guild rather than send the bones to Kairos and receive the ink directly.
With more funds, Remian intended to buy weapons and armor. These could be sold to the Guild members for points and thus increase their combat power. Max could offer martial training and Remian could offer magic training for points too. Given time, the total combat strength of the Adventurers Guild would grow. It would be only a matter of time before they would be a significant force in the defense of Frontier Town.
For now, though, the most they could do was offer some light if the battle took place at night. If it happened in the day time, the most they could offer was some fire (and smoke) support. Remian was not about to ask Carrie or Buff to fight on the side of Frontier Town in the event of a Beast Wave. He’d worry about them getting attacked by the human defenders or worse, joining the other side.Why did the Wilds attack Frontier Town anyway? There had to be a reason for Beast Waves and the like.Ten years ago, there had been three towns on the Frontier, but one day there was an event referred to as a ‘Beast Tide’, a large scale version of the Beast Wave. As a result… only Frontier Town was left. There were many dead, and many more fled the Frontier, never to return. Many of the Circling Ravens were babies who were orphaned at that time.If a Beast Tide rose again, the way it was now, Frontier Town would be finished. Already it could barely
The wave of Wilds in front of them were three- or four-thick. There must have been at least sixty, maybe seventy of them. There seemed to be more of them this time than the last.A spread of arrows arched high in the fading sunset light.“What do you think Joshu is doing right now?” George asked Tim, seeing the maddened Wilds in front of them charge in spite of the arrows.“I think Joshu’s sitting in a tree.” Tim said in a sing-song chant. “S-H-O-O-TI-N-G!”The beasts roared. They crashed headlong into the sharpened stakes, ran right into the bear traps. Some of them faltered only to get bowled over and trampled by the beasts behind them.“Something’s wrong with these Wilds.” Remian observed to Mandy quietly. “I can’t imagine Carrie or Buff going berserk like that.”“And Vigil?”“Only if you took away a steaming hot barbecue skewer from in
Markus had his head in his hands. “Eighty dead.” That was the sum total of casualties when Kairos counted all the funerals requested by the five gangs. The Burning Steel gang, with the best equipment in town, suffered only eight losses. The Secret Waves and the Circling Ravens suffered much worse, each losing two dozen. Either of their losses were as much as the Cruel Rose’s and Blood Claw’s combined. “It could have been worse.” Max mentioned. “At least our trainees survived. They might have lost a few limbs, but they’re all alive.” “They’re saying it’s our fault.” Markus said grimly. “Since I was the coordinator.” “Hey, I remember you giving orders. The only ones who followed them were us, the Legion. Everybody else didn’t, and the Wilds broke through their stations, not ours.” Remian groaned and shifted on the bed. They were sitting at his bedside, in one of the rooms of the Open Frontier Inn. For lack of a better place to be, the Iron Legion had ended up staying the night at
Around sunset yesterday, while the defenders were preparing to fend off the Beast Wave, an elderly skinny man crept into the new headquarters of the Cruel Rose gang. “Mr. Simmons!” Cruel Rose greeted him as a guest. “You came at last!” “Yes, I have been waiting for this day for a long time!” Mr. Simmons smiled, a creepy, toothy grin. “I wanted to come earlier, but I had to wait until everyone was busy with the Beast Wave. I certainly don’t want Kage to barge in on me when I take Mandy’s first time! You have kept her for me, haven’t you?” “Um… about that…” Rose flinched. “You HAVE kept her for me, haven’t you?!” Simmons glared. “We had a deal! How could you offer her to someone else?! You…” “Watch your tongue, Simmons!” Rose snarled. “I offered her to no one!” “She gave herself away before you could get to her?” Simmons stared. “I can’t believe it.” “That’s… I don’t know either.” Rose hesitated. “What are you talking abo
“Mindy…!” Mandy gasped. “No… this…” “It’s fine. I’ll take full responsibility for it.” Remian told her, stepping forward. He crouched down and put both arms around Mindy. He hugged her tightly. “Let go, Mindy. Let it go.” “Isabelle… Jamie… Siti… Juni… Loh… Karen…” Mindy didn’t let go of the knife. She shivered uncontrollably. “Gary… Tamera… everyone… everyone…!” “Let go.” Remian pulled at her hands, trying to wrest them from the knife. Then, Mindy froze. Her shaking stopped. She stared at her hands, at the knife. “I… I killed…” “Let go.” Remian tugged her away. Her hands were still stuck on the knife; the knife came away from the body; Simmons’ corpse tilted over and collapsed in a heap on the floor. “I killed him…!” Mindy whispered, her voice suddenly turning to horror. She dropped the knife. “I killed him!” “No! He’s still alive!” George was there suddenly. He grabbed the knife, and stabbed it into Simmons’ body viciously. “T
Joshu came back with his first successful Recruitment at breakfast the next day. “This is Xia.” He introduced a tanned, tall, round-faced huntress. “Hi.” Xia said one word. That was all. “She’s agreed to join up.” Joshu added on her behalf. Xia bobbed her head once. That was all. “Welcome aboard, Xia!” Mandy greeted her. “Please read the charter, and the registration form, and if everything checks out, you can sign here…” Xia signed the form immediately. She didn’t even glance at the charter or the form itself. “Uh… okay…” Mandy cleared her throat. “Come have breakfast before you start doing any jobs.” Xia straightaway took up a bowl of oat porridge and started gobbling as if she hadn’t eaten for days. Remian began to wonder if that was really the main reason why she signed on so urgently… “Can we count on her?” he asked Joshu. “I believe so. She doesn’t speak much, but she’s a serious girl.” Joshu said.
It began with fire. Cruel Rose was enjoying herself at the time. Her closest enemies were destroyed. The north side was hers, at last. Madam Sara, the leader of the Ravens was bound to a pillar in the middle of the dining hall, gagged with both legs broken. Wrapped around her broken legs was the dead body of the Ravens’ Slayer, Donny. Unable to fight, unable to flee, unable even to curse, taunted by Rose and her lieutenants on every side, all Madam Sara could do was glare at them through reddened eyes. But all of a sudden, shouts interrupted the revelry. “Fire! We’re on fire!!” Who dared disturb the festivities?! The boss and her top lackeys were in the middle of celebrating the destruction of the Circling Ravens and the complete domination of the north side! A man burst in. “Boss! We’re on fire!” “Did someone mess around with the book again?!” Rose demanded crossly, irked at being disturbed in her moment of gloat-worthy triumph. “Where is it?
Remian called him aside the next morning. “George, I was rather impressed with the way you stepped up for Mindy back then. Tell me, what do you plan to do in the long-term?” “You mean, what I want to be when I grow up?” George shook his head. “Nothing much. I just want to have my own farm and have enough food for everybody.” Remian nodded. “So why wait? You don’t have to wait until you grow up for that. Let’s do it.” “Really?” George blinked. “When?” He expected Remian to talk about five years or ten years ahead, but what he said was, “Today.” “Seriously?” “Right now.” Remian marked out a huge (or at least, it seemed huge to George) plot of land with fire. “From here to here, plant food crops. On this side, you can raise Glass Dandelions. Further out, we need Purple Heartbeat Trees and Blue Ring Mushrooms. Also, we should dig a large pond to raise Rainbow Jellyfish.” “You want to farm the ingredients for Tier 1 and Tier
Somewhere along the line, he’d lost consciousness. George only realized it when he woke up to a splitting headache. “Ow.” He groaned. “What... where...?” “We’re on the way back to Sorrel.” Grace told him, appearing by his bedside. And it was a bedside, he realized. He seemed to be in the Kara’s Medical Bay. “I’m sorry. We had to retreat.” “Our... people?” George managed. “The HAC Troopers made it back. The Mechs... did not.” Grace paused. “We have the refugees though. And the Robotic Assembly Plant for Mining Drones. That’s all they managed to grab.” George slurred. “Mech pilots?” “Alive, if battered.” “Good. Alive is good.” George sighed. “This... didn’t go so well.” “Hey, at least we got the guys we were trying to save, and some machinery on top of that. You might say it was a success. A costly one, but a success.” “Casualties?” George asked. “Plenty of injuries to go around, but no deaths. So far.” Grace paused. “Some of the really badly injured might change that before lo
“Were these really the best you could do?” George asked, eyeing the six hulking figures in front of him hesitantly. “Mmm.” Juni grunted. In front of them were six brand new Mechs. 2nd Generation products, they were armored weapons platforms on legs, with jumpjets for the signature ‘jumps’ that earned their generation the nickname, ‘Jumpers’. Or were they? George wasn’t entirely sure. When he looked at them, they really looked more like 1st Generation Walker-types. Those Jump Jets seemed to be an afterthought, an added equipment haphazardly strapped to their backs. “Would they really work right?” Juni shrugged. Given the time and materials he had to work with, George supposed he couldn’t expect better. He had only just received 2nd Gen tech. Until now, he’d been working with 1st Gen expectations and schematics. One of these Mechs seemed a bit worn, evidence that it had been built quite some time ago, and only recently been modified for George’s requests. “Fusion Cell for power, Pu
It turned out that they also needed to acquire salvage rights to haul away ‘scrap metal’. Fortunately, that was a simple affair now that they had local currency. 50 USD and the matter was done. Grant, being the nearest specialist on matters of scrap to their location, graciously offered to transport their ‘scrap’ directly to their vessel out of sheer goodwill. Finally Benny and Sam went to try out the barbecued skewers. At Grant’s recommendation, though, they didn’t go to the Starport roadside stall. They ended up at another roadside stall run by a ‘foreign refugee’ someplace downtown not too far from Grant’s workshop. There, each skewer was loaded with rows of thick, juicy beef sausages, and only cost 20 USD for 10. Benny stretched. “Not bad for our first day. We’ve got three days here, don’t we? But we’ve already got half of what we wanted.” “What’s the other half?” Sam asked. “Technical manuals on engineering, power and propulsion. Tech, basically.” Benny yawned. However, whe
“Black Fang, you are cleared for docking. Follow the designated path and welcome to Trifer, colony of the Uber States.” Benny stood on the observation deck of the Black Fang below the bridge, listening to the conversation between the comms officer and the dock authorities. He eyed the massive sprawl of structures and smoke emitted below and wondered. “This is what they call a ‘small’ colony?” The colony was bigger than Craggy Falls, Kara-Goth and Nightshade City put together. “Just how many people live here?” Benny asked next. “According to our sensors, about half a million.” The bridge crew told him. Okay, that was less than the human population of the Sorrelian Migration, which, after including the Cumin survivors, was over 800,000. They shared the sensor feed with Benny, Sam and Foxy. Looking at the scope, Benny realized that most of the colony below consisted of machinery and robots. Furthermore, what he saw on the surface wasn’t even half the colony. The entire complex went
That evening, Benny and Sam left with Tim’s battle group, headed for the nearest Uber States outpost with medicine in the cargo holds. This left only one freight galleon to ferry materials and regretful space miners from the surface to Sky Haven. “It’s going too slow.” Remian decided. “I need to call Raven.” With Mindy busy trading across star systems, Raven had inherited (bought over) her airship fleet and company on the surface. They built more gunships and scout ships than freighters these days, mainly focused on providing recon and fire support to ground forces fighting Undead. But it was those freighters Remian needed now, the bigger the better. “We need them refitted for extreme high altitudes, as high as they can go.” Remian explained. “Also we need them spaceworthy, at least up to low orbit.” “You want our airship freighters to fly into space?!” Raven spluttered. “Yes, but not on their own. I want them to haul cargo and passengers as high up as they can. Around 30km woul
“Relax, I’m not asking you to build them from scratch. You’ll need to remodel a Galleon and a trio of our current Dropships. We do want proper Mech Carriers in the future, but for now, we need to deploy urgently, so we’ll just remodel what we have.” Ermine brought up some projections. “The Mechs in question are going to be Light Walkers, designed and built by J-Armory. Juni’s had a workable prototype for a long time, but it’s never been needed until now. Live testing is scheduled to start in three days. They’re powered by Fusion Cells, the kind that looks like dustbins, so you won’t need to worry about fuel lines, just cell-swapping. You won’t need to worry about replacing the He3 in the Fusion Cells either; spent cells will be sent back to J-Armory for recycling or refueling or whatever it is they do. Same goes for the weapons; Jamie’s J-Arsenal will handle maintenance and replacement and all that. The ship only needs to carry the Mechs, deploy them, and run basic maintenance. Repai
They met online the next day. Remian opted out, letting them handle it. Upon bringing up the subject of the Woofers’ request for more aid across different planets… Ermine snorted. “I refuse.” “What?” George stared. “I refuse to help them.” Ermine said stoutly. “I know that you guys all have some sort of savior syndrome, and it’s something that Remian seemed to have passed down from the very beginning, the sort of meddlesome hero complex that has you all trying to save the world at personal cost, but I’m no hero. I’m Tau, and we’re practical survivalists. We simply can’t afford to go around saving everybody. We need all our strength and resources to save ourselves. As for the Woofers, as a collective, they are a Class 5 Star Civilization, a whole class more advanced and stronger than us. They have their own governments and their own fleets. Let the Woofers help the Woofers.” Xiao Yan cut in. “As you say, they are a Class 5 Star Civilization. Since you’re talking about praticality, t
“Go, go, go!” green light flared in the bay of the Dropship as the floor fell away. George and twelve other figures were unceremoniously dumped on the ground nine feet below. They landed with heavy impacts. George staggered, realizing the gravity on this world was at least twice what he was accumstomed to back home. For a moment, he regretted leaving his Frame back on the ship, but they were here to clear the bandits out from a city center, meaning tight spaces, narrow access points, and needing to take care to avoid civilian casualties. Or at least, that was the plan. George and his squad had been deposited on the outskirts of the city, at the very border of a suburban district. “Incoming!” someone yelled. George crouched as something exploded; the ground shook and chunks of dirt flew through the air. “Get to cover! Return fire!” George called, even though he wasn’t entirely sure where the attackers were, exactly. The guys diving behind nearby garages and a public toilet clued hi
Quite predictably, the first of those calls to reach Sorrel II was from their dear friends, the Woofers. Three Paws explained it. [This is from Kelso III. It’s an agrarian world, roughly eighty hours’ flight from here for our fleet. Local gang bosses have titled themselves warlords and suppressed the citizenry with brute force. They take whatever they want, and demand whatever payment they like, on pain of death or torture. Local law enforcement has been completely overrun and even planetary militia couldn’t save the settlements under their control. The best our local paws could do is contain the situation and prevent it from getting worse.] Remian sipped hot coffee. Eighty hours flight for the Woofers Fleet should mean a bit less than seventy for the Tau fleet. “That’s rough. But what’s the point of calling us here to tell us this?” [We can help them. Just one division of your fleet could make a huge difference against these local gangs.] At the moment, the Sorrelian fleet consist