They ended up agreeing to bring the families of the workers over as worker perks. They would not be paid, but they could live together. That ‘family’ would extend to the entire clan was an issue everybody was simply going to overlook.
This also set a precedent for future workers, but Remian was fine with that. Frontier Town was severely underpopulated at the moment.
Before the dust could settle, however, there was yet another surprise on the airship. This was the last passenger who got off the ship, a man dressed like one of the sea-people in a colorful short sleeve shirt sporting pictures of tropical fruit and khaki cargo shorts…
“Kekoa! Who has seen Kekoa? Has anyone seen my brother?” the Sea Nation person went around asking everyone, showing them a picture.
Remian frowned. He recognized that picture. That was the Sea Nation guy who didn’t quite make it here.
“Have you seen Kekoa?!” this new Sea Nation person asked, shoving the picture at hi
The demonstration went well, with an abundance of cheers and applause. Mindy, Candice and Denise showed off the performance of the Foresight in motion, the XL Ballista, and the height advantages of a crossbowman on an airship. The important thing was, the Foresight could fly and could shoot. There were a few unexpected wobbles, but the XL Ballista proved capable of accurately spearing wooden targets from 300 meters away. The shots not only hit the targets, they struck with enough force to tear right through them. At 400, the accuracy dropped and the targets were hit off-center, but still tore through the wood like nothing. At 500, half the shots were glancing blows, but even they managed to knock the targets over sideways. At 600, Candice began to miss, hitting three out of five, and there the demonstration shifted over to Denise. Shooting one of Candice’s high-powered crossbows from 100 meters in the air, Denise actually managed to hit a target 500 meters away. She
First of all, one had to know that Tim was already at the East Side when the alarm drums sounded. No, wait, before that, it should be made known that Tim actually wasn’t supposed to be on the East Side. Remian had quite specifically told him that this would be his day off and to take it easy and go someplace safe or join the defenses as he liked. But to Tim, the safest place there was from an enemy attack would be the enemy’s own base; he wouldn’t attack himself, right? More importantly, there was still a lot of money in the money pool that he hadn’t stole- ahem! Appropriated for the Espionage Department yet. Since these gangsters were really their enemies, taking their resources and using them for your own side was simply sound military strategy; like Markus taught all the trainees, strategy was an important part of war that they had to learn. The amount of coins in the pool could flood the Lynxmice with cheese for generations to come. Already, Tim h
The wise and brave self-proclaimed ‘king of the Wildlands’ peeked his head out of his private den to witness a scene of absolute chaos. People, his people, were running around everywhere. “Aiiieeee!!” There in front of him was Abdul, garbed in only his underwear, running down the street yelling at the top of his lungs, being followed most earnestly by a Darkbok Antelope with its head humbly down and the pointy ends of its horns targeted most faithfully upon Abdul’s hinter areas. “Auuuu!!!” Beyond Abdul, the captain of today’s guard shift ran the other way, shrieking as he was similarly followed by a ‘faithful’ manticore. One ran left; one ran right – the pair of them crossed each others’ paths and did not so much as greet each other in passing. At least their pursuers were polite enough to pause and greet each other before pouncing upon their prey and… CHOMP. RIP. The ‘king of the Wildlands’ turned away, grimacing. The following scenes of nature in action were a little too natura
“UWAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa…” Unknown to Remian, one of his people was still on the East Side when it fell. Or rather, one of his Lynxmice. Mikai was the fastest Lynxmouse in the Miik Clan. He knew it, and everyone knew it, even Tim. That was why, when Tim needed someone to send the magic crystal to the Fishing House kitchen, it was Mikai who was immediately dispatched. Mikai was a good Lynxmouse. He was not just fast, he was smart too. He buried his droppings and cleaned himself in a catlike manner every day like a good little Lynxmouse should. So, why? Why was this happening to him? There was a reason for it. He knew there was, and he tried very hard to think of it as all hell broke loose and everyone near Mikai screamed in his ear as they dropped hundreds of feet straight down. Okay, maybe there were good reasons. For instance, after leaving the crystal at the Fishing House kitchen, Mikai did not run straight back to the western settlement.
“Tim?” “Yes, Remian?” “How much tunneling did you guys do on the East Side? The whole thing broke apart…” “Quite a lot.” “One more thing.” “What?” “We need to spy on Fal’Herim.” Remian rubbed his forehead back at the Adventurers Guild Hall, sitting with Tim, George and Mindy for breakfast. At the next table, six Lynxmice appeared to be listening to one hero Lynxmouse chitter over a stack of cheese, and at the table after that, five wolfcat cubs appeared to be minding their own business chowing down on their own food, but their ears kept twitching as the Lynxmouse told his stories. Fal’Herim; that was what the Secret Waves chief said. His claims were backed by Fal’Herim. Why of all places, did it have to be the nearest and only city for a thousand miles? Fal’Herim was practically Frontier Town’s lifeline. One look at a map could tell anyone that the Desert King’s citadel controlled Frontier Town; Remian just hadn
Charlie’s next shipment brought in no less than four tons of cheese as per Tim’s earlier visionary request. With such resources made available, Tim suddenly became the most powerful figure in Frontier Town.In a matter of hours, twenty squads of Lynxmice were dispatched from Miik’s Clan and three other friendly clans, loaded on board Charlie’s airship bound for Fal’Herim. No less than forty squads were dispatched to help the miners at Kara-Goth. They were better diggers than the workers of High Rock and Desert Moon clans; pretty soon Remian had his workers shift over to clearing the rubble of Frontier Town. Tim set twenty more squads of Lynxmice to help the workers with the rubble.Remian had never seen so many Lynxmice in his life. They were everywhere, digging, salvaging, sorting, chomping up whatever they found that could (in their estimation) be eaten (even stuff everyone else honesty thought were inedible). Everywhere he went, whether
“What to do, what to do?” In a high tower, a man paced to and fro in front of a large crystal, muttering to himself.“Master?” a voice came from the crystal, uncertain.“Just… do the usual.” The man waved his hand. “I don’t want to bother the king about this little… hiccup. We’ll simply have to find new agents at the target point.”“What sort of creatures should I target this time?” the voice at the other side of the crystal asked.“Just… pick the strongest creatures you can get your sights on.” The man waved dismissively.“The strongest creature? Are you sure?”There was a short silence.***When Mindy and the twenty scroll-students helping her finished the first Sky Barge, the final results did not look like the drawing she showed Remian weeks ago.“We still get Guild Points for it, though, don&rsq
The High Rock clan boarded the Sky Barge. The Desert Moon clan, however, refused. They wouldn’t leave the farm. “This is our home now. At worst, we'll just scatter and come back later.” Maybe it was just as well. The High Rock clan seemed to have an astounding amount of stuff to evacuate. At this rate, they alone would fill up the entire Sky Barge to the brim. “Are you sure? There’s still time. We can make room for you on the Sky Barge.” Aren offered Taj. “I am sure. This is it. Here is where we make our stand. Live or die, tonight is when it all changes.” Taj drew a deep breath. “And should we survive this ordeal, should we be tempered by this darkness and emerge intact to greet a new day… it would be a new clan who greets the sunrise tomorrow.” “Charlie is almost here.” Mindy reported. “What about the Sky Barge?” Remian asked. “The evacuation is almost done!” Zania replied. “You’ve been saying that for the past half h