The bar to the tavern opened and two people dressed in white cloaks walked through the door, one a woman and the other a man. The barkeep had never seen them before, and for a moment he got ready to give the usual speech about how they should leave if they valued their lives. But then he realised he didn’t have to do that anymore, not after the man from the Royal Defence Corps had defeated the creature that was abducting people from the streets almost every night. It had been a day since then, and the town hadn’t had any more incidents of screaming in the night or strange spectres roaming the streets. It was still odd to get so many new folks coming through the town in such a short period, though. Most people breezed past the town and made the final stretch of travel up to Alandria, or they went on to one of the towns further down the trail. They didn’t tend to stop around and come to his tavern. “What can I get you?” He asked as the pair approached the bar. “Nothing to drink, I
“So, how far away from the Assassin’s Guild are we now?” Alexei asked. They’d been on the road for over a day. There hadn’t been any more towns so they’d had to make camp around the caravan for a night, huddled up to the dragonhorse for warmth. The landscape had been steadily changing the further south that they travelled. The trees that made up the forest were slowly becoming more and more hardy, leaves were traded out for thick pines, and the temperature was falling lower and lower. “We should actually be coming up on the nearby town pretty soon now,” Risa said, “According to the maps I took from the Mage Temple the town should be just over that ridge.” She nodded toward the upcoming hill which seemed as though it were only a few minutes away. “And it’s a similar situation to Alandria, right?” Alexei said, “The Assassin’s Guild is situated in the mountains above the city just like the Academy.” “Pretty much,” Risa said, “You’ll be able to see it in a second anyway, so just ch
Risa and Neave had both protested, but he knew that they’d see sense in him going on his own in the end. Time and time again Risa had told him about how frosty the relationship between the Mage Temple and the Assassin’s Guild was. She’d never given him a reason for the breakdown between the two rival organisations, but considering the Assassins also had no real contact with the Academy he imagined it was likely some matter of principle. Either way, Risa had almost died once on their trip already and he didn’t particularly want to risk it happening again, and Neave was far too much of a wild cannon to trust going into a place that taught heavily armed killers. Besides, there was a chance she would be so enamoured with the idea of danger and risk that she’d end up joining them or learning something, and he didn’t want that. The climb up the mountain face was arduous and long. There was a clear path, but it was covered in ice and snow, two things that Alexei had never had to deal wi
The inside of the Assassin’s Guild castle was even more labyrinthine than the Mage Temple. Alexei’s assassin guide took him on a twisting and turning journey that seemed almost to never end. When they rounded one corner another corridor, with its thick stone walls and its flagstone floors was waiting. For the beginning part of the walk into the depths of the castle, he could still see the outside world through windows. Before long the windows stopped appearing on the walls, likely because they had delved deep into the mountain itself. The only thing Alexei knew was that they were going ever upward. After every few twists and turns down long and winding corridors, the assassin would usher him up a flight of stairs. Alexei was sure that there had to be some kind of central staircase somewhere in the building, it would be ridiculous for there not to be, but for some reason, the assassin didn’t want him to take that route. The only logical reason Alexei could come up with for that w
It was said to be an impenetrable fortress. Surrounded by the raging east oceans, accessible only by an arclight bridge, Undar’s Reach was the final bastion of the Atarni Empire. Holed up in its deepest chambers, spiralling below the seabed itself, the Emperor sat. His fingers tapped out a rhythm of impatience. A rhythm of fear. “Are the preparations complete?” He called out to his empty chamber, knowing that an attendant would be stood just outside the grand room. There was a brief scuffle at the door as the servant scrambled to open it. “Aye, my Liege,” the servant snivelled, “As before, all preparations that can be made have been put into place.”The emperor’s eyes slid half shut and he nodded in acceptance. If he were to die on this day, slaughtered by the Weapolocks of the Drasini, then it would be due to the will of the Goddess. But nevertheless, he would not go quietly and would drag as many of those creatures down to the depths with him. Godless fools that they were. XxXTh
“I don’t understand…” Alexei said, “Did all of that happen? If it did, why don’t we know about weapocraft now?”The High Matrix was silent for a moment, and then she pulled a thin dagger out from under her sleeve. While the dagger was small Alexei could tell that it had been made with the finest precision and craftsmanship. The blade was as sharp as any he had ever seen, and the hilt was encrusted with jewels. “You don’t know of weapocraft because we don’t want you to,” The High Matrix said. With a flick of her wrist the blade was wreathed in a shimmering blue flame and suddenly grew three foot longer into a perfectly crafted short sword. The flames diminished, but the extended blade remained. Alexei fought his urge to jump out of his chair and flee the room. The leader of the Assassin’s Guild wouldn’t have spent so much time telling him about Weapocraft if she was going to kill him seconds later. “I don’t understand though, why are you telling me about all of this?” Alexei asked
Walking back down the mountain was more challenging than walking up the mountain had been. The High Matrix had suggested that he stay overnight in the Assassin’s Guild castle, but he knew from experience that worrying Neave and Risa by disappearing for extended periods of time was a bad idea. It was pitch black and the only reason he could see at all was due to the ball of light that he had conjured with his foci. With a little extra power put into the magery, he had been able to adapt the spell slightly. Usually the ball of light would give off no heat at all, now it was capable of giving off just enough to both keep him warm and melt the ice ahead of him. This made the walk back down to the tavern manageable, without it he was sure he probably would have slipped and fallen to his own death, which frankly would have been embarrassing considering everything he’d lived through to make it to the Assassin’s Guild in the first place. With the combination of light, heat and some caref
“So I take it you’ve never heard of Weapocraft either then,” Alexei said before allowing his foci to shimmer back to its original form. He placed the weapon back into its holster on his back where he felt it almost hum in satisfaction at being able to stretch its forms. “I’ve heard of it, yes,” Risa said, “But only in rumour and legend, stories that date back to the earliest days of the Mage Temple records mixed in with things that should really just be dismissed as rumour or legend.” “Like the battle for Undar’s Reach?” Alexei asked. Risa’s eyes widened, “That’s a piece of history only spoken about in the oldest of tomes, how do you know about it?” “It was something that the High Matrix spoke about as a way to describe Weapocraft to me,” Alexei said, “But the way she spoke about it… it was as if she had some kind of connection to it. Like it happened to a family member or something like that.” “This is… a lot to take in,” Risa said, “But okay, understood, we’re going to be stay