Remian got back to Frontier Town by Fryday noon, and met Tim at the airport-in-construction. “Tim! Any signals from the south?” Remian asked directly. Tim nodded. “Five columns! It’s Spike…” he trailed off. There was a sudden, strange silence. Remian blinked to realize everyone meeting the airship at the airport was staring. Right. He kind-of expected that. Turning, he half-smiled, half-grimaced as he said, “Everyone… meet Lydia and Phoebe Kites.” The two sisters waved in greeting. “Hello!” “H-hello…” Tim managed. At least he managed that much. Remian himself remembered the first time he met Phoebe. He hadn’t managed much more than that. Phoebe was stunning. Remian had to admit it. He had met pretty girls before; Mandy, for example, was a head-turner no matter which city she was in. But Phoebe was jaw-dropping, feet-tripping, eye-widening, heart-skipped-a-beat beautiful. Max and Marcus were carrying a crate toge
While Remian and the High Rock clan celebrated the literal downfall of Spike, Lydia and Phoebe were settling in. First off, it should be mentioned that Marcus ended up becoming Phoebe’s first patient. Phoebe was a Life Mage of the Third Circle. Like her sister Lydia, who was of the Fourth Circle, her training was in medical work. While Lydia was a surgeon who specialized in emancipation, however, Phoebe was a Paramedic. Upon seeing an accident resulting in severe blunt force trauma taking place right before her very eyes, Phoebe’s first instinct was to stabilize the injured and haul them safely to the nearest medical facility. A few quick questions to Mindy assured her that the local equivalent to a medical center was the church in town. In other words, after seeing Max drop the crate on Marcus’ foot, Phoebe immediately went over, bandaged up the foot, and had the guys nearby haul Marcus to the church, regardless of his protests. It was around that time that Mindy went to join Remia
The dull ache all over his body developed into full on debilitating pain. Remian wasn’t sure what it was all about. He’d been taken to see Phoebe, who said something… he wasn’t sure what. He saw the curve of her eyebrows, the wide angelic eyes, the smile like sunshine, the high, strong cheekbones… As to what she really said, he wasn’t entirely sure. He only regained his senses after she moved on to the next patient. [What did she say, again?] he asked Carrie, who sat beside him. [Internal injuries. You need lots of rest. Try not to exert yourself for a week. I didn’t quite understand the rest.] Carrie summarized. [Also there are other patients who need a place to rest for a few days.] [What? How? Spike didn’t hurt anyone… did he?] [No, it was Lydia.] [Lydia?? What did she do?] [Some sort of magic surgery to free slaves, I think?] Ah. Right. The newly freed slaves who just went through surgery would need some dow
“Well… there go two trees.” George observed as the Feelo-wasps riddled them with holes and turned them into hives. “At least we get honey.” That was the agreement Remian reached with Bzziezuo, queen of the Feelo-wasps. BZ was newly coronated, and her swarm was actually considered small and weak; given the abundance of flowering plants in the vicinity, she felt this would be an ideal spot to settle down… as long as the Fief’s Lord gave permission. Also, if the Fire Hornets kicked up a fuss, he was supposed to help her swarm against them. Remian wasn’t entirely sure that was a good idea, but Carrie said that was no problem. Buff alone was more than enough for that sort of mess. Apparently the fourth-tier bear had innate defenses that made him the absolute trump card against bee-type Wilds. The agreement made with BZ got Remian thinking. He pondered; he consulted Carrie; he discussed with Buff; he spoke with DD; he even had a word with Spike. Afterward, these fo
Tim had to admit, he really messed up this time. “Who sent you?!” they asked for the umpteenth time. Tim braced himself; what would it be this time? The fist? The boot? The whip? But no. This time, they were getting creative. “Talk, or the little monster dies!” Tim blinked, tried to blink through puffy eyelids. They were holding knives against the lynxmouse caught in the cage opposite him. “Squii!” the lynxmouse spoke angrily. He cursed eloquently, cursing their mothers, their fathers, their entire families, their dogs, he even cursed their cheese… But of course, while Tim had a vague idea of what the lynxmouse was saying, their captors did not. They simply started knifing the brave little critter. Tim stared woodenly, mutely. One more hero, fallen in service of the Frontier. It wasn’t the first. At least this one wasn’t falling right out the bottom of the ground and falling down a cliff. Mustn’t show any anger, any pain at the
While Spike was stomping about the Black Ruins and therefore taking all the blame for the campsite’s destruction, Remian was listening to an interesting story. “Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a selfish, secretive but highly advanced nation that hid on this continent.” Charlie said in a conspirational tone. “They had technology far beyond anything we have today, used magic that could turn the laws of nature upside down! At the center of their civilization was the Black City; and there, they sought to defy heaven.” “I thought you said there were dozens of Black Ruins scattered all over the Wildlands.” Remian objected. “There are. They’re all too small to be the Black City, though. They’re just outposts or something.” Charlie explained. “The real Black City was supposedly immense, like a mountain.” “Has anyone seen ruins like that? Any explorers?” “Nope. Not a clue. The largest of the Black Ruins are far to the south, and eve
During the week, Remian and his friends brought out more firepower to bear than they ever thought possible. First off, with the help of practically all the factions in town, Arnold completed the XXL Ballista with parts from the Tier 5 Burning Bull. This new weapon was instantly nicknamed the ‘Bellower Ballista’ and more than delivered on the 10x power request. According to Arnold, the Bellower Ballista should actually reach 12x. Second, all four major factions of Frontier Town dedicated 25 people to the new Frontier Defense Force. These specialized troops from the Iron Legion, the Burning Steel, the High Rock clan and the Harvest Sun clan trained together under Legion supervision, using Burning Steel gear. All of them were armored in Tier 3.5 reinforced leather armor made from pieces of Tier 3 and Tier 4 Wilds hide. For weapons, the Burning Steel actually made them Bone Spears from the skeletons of Tier 4 Wilds. They also had training in Tier 4 heavy crossbows, but t
“Can we build you a home here? Set up a nice cave?” Remian asked. [It’s not the same. Nothing’s the same. And there’s the territory to consider. If I stay away too long, I’ll lose my turf.] “But what if bad men make you crazy and you come attacking us again? You swore fealty on the rocks and Mal’thor-dras. What would happen if you broke your vow?” [Then Mal’thor-dras would strike me.] Spike shuddered. [But you stopped them, didn’t you? That’s why there’s no Beast Wave yesterday.] “Maybe. But I think there’s more of them out there. I don’t think the Beast Waves are going to stop for long.” Remian said. “Tell you what. We can set up a clan of wolfcats to guard you and a clan of lynxmice to stand watch, but you have to come help fight every Beast Wave.” [But it takes so long to get here and back!] Spike protested. “Exactly.” Remian stretched. “It won’t be like that forever, though. Right now, our defense line is moving to Kara-Goth. One d