Alexei, Neave and Risa were all riding doubled up with the men who had ridden across them while they were eating their rabbit stew. It had taken some more convincing, but in the end, the leader of the four men had agreed not to ride on to Estie.Alexei and Risa had managed to convince them that it was a lost cause and that they only wanted to find somewhere warm for them to rest their heads for the night before they moved on toward Alandria. The men explained that the town they came from had taken them almost all day to ride from and that they had set up camp in a nearby cave the night before that they could use as a base to travel to and fro if they had been collecting survivors. In a way, Alexei supposed that plan had paid off for them, though the only survivors that they had managed to collect from the disaster zone were the three of them. The four travellers, Alexei and his companions all dismounted their horses before entering the cave. Alexei had half been expecting a group
Sleep was an odd place for Alexei. He had been dragged out of his own dreams so many times by the Demon Lord that he always seemed to know when he was dreaming and when he was actually awake. That was how he knew, as he and Risa shared a bath together, that he was not in reality at all no matter how much he wished it to be. Slowly his memory returned to him, he had wanted to speak to the Demon Lord to appraise him of the situation and to get some advice on what to do next. Usually, the Demon Lord was more than willing to pull him down into the depths of his strange dreamscape existence, especially when Alexei needed help with some kind of help with an Eldreth related matter. The fact that the Demon Lord hadn’t immediately made contact was concerning, to say the least. Fortunately, Alexei had been pulled out of his own dreams so many times that he also knew exactly how to exit them himself. He’d just have to be careful about navigating the astral plane alone. He centred himself
When Alexei woke the next morning he was, as expected, filled with renewed purpose. Risa and Neave were already up and sitting out in the spring morning sun, they clearly hadn’t wanted to wake him or the men from the village. He got up carefully so he would make as little noise as possible and joined the two outside. “Hey you two,” He whispered, “Nice morning, all things considered.” The sky was mostly clear, though there was a strange haze in the air that Alexei could only assume was smoke drifting over from the destroyed city of Estie and the volcano that now dominated it. “Yeah, out here it’s almost possible to forget what happened yesterday,” Risa sighed, “I think I’d like that, you know, to be able to forget.” Alexei nodded, he knew exactly what she meant. Neave seemed to as well if the way she latched onto his hand was anything to go by. “Well, unfortunately, I’ve got some more things to tell you that you’re probably going to want to forget,” Alexei sighed. “What do you
Winsted and his four companions had been more than happy to transport Alexei, Neave and Risa back to Alandria. Their own town had all but died out and moved back to the capital after the destruction of the tavern, something that Alexei still felt secretly guilty for, so moving with them and joining up with their wives and children in the city after dropping Alexei and his friends off only seemed like the logical choice. They hadn’t spoken much during the journey. The mood was as sombre and dark as the day, which had become increasingly overcast as time wore on. By the time it had started raining Alexei was sure that everyone just wanted to reach Alandria and bed down for the night in a tavern. That was what he wanted, anyway. Coming through the gates of Alandria felt a lot like coming home. Alexei had enjoyed roaming around the countryside and seeing new sites, even if much of that had been tinged with disaster, but Alandria was the city that he knew the best even if most of tha
Alexei looked up at the gates of the Academy and he couldn’t help but feel as if the entirety of the Academy was staring down back at him. That was a ridiculous notion, of course. The Academy itself was a building, and buildings had no eyes to stare at him with. Even if they did, he was wearing his shadowy assassins' robes and looked like just about anyone who came on a pilgrimage to say thanks to those who were at the Academy for sacrificing their lives to training and fighting against the Shades. “If only they knew,” Alexei muttered to himself. Nothing was as it seemed in the Academy, and that was going to end tonight, he was sure of it. He gathered a quivering ball of enhanced air in the palm of his hand, channelling the twin powers of his Power Divine and his weapocraft-based magery and then let it fly free. The wind hit the gate hard and ripped it off its hinges before flinging it across the courtyard. The last time he’d gone through those gates it’d been with his head hu
As Alexei spoke and explained everything that he’d been through since leaving the Academy, the Administrar simply sat and listened with a growing wide-eyed wonder. Here was a man who he had thought was weak and worthless, with a Power Divine that had amounted to nothing. A failure. A stain on his reputation as Administrar. Yet he had become so much more than that, more than any Initiate that had ever come before him. Harnessing not just his own Power Divine, but intricate Magery, the power of the Demon Lord and the power of Weapocraft all at once?Four individual and bespoke powers, all contained within one person. It was enough to make his head spin. No one should have been able to contain all that power, and yet there Alexei was, sitting in his office chair as if the past few months had never even occurred at all. And then there were the other things he spoke about. The darker things. The things that would make anyone's stomach churn and hair stand up on end. The death of
While Alexei had made it seem as if he were going to be running off to the front lines as fast as he could, there was one thing that he needed to take care of before he left Alandria again. He was sure that if he left the city without at least swinging by The Trout’s Gills at least once then Lyla would have probably ripped his head off with her inhuman beastkin strength. Once again Alexei was struck by a distinct sense of de ja vu. The day had receded into night, with the final glimmers of the twilight sun just about peaking over the very top of the mountain. It was dark, and the streets of Alandria had drawn to a near-empty silence. The only thing that guided his way was the lamplight from the many torches that hung off of the sides of various buildings. The water lapped at the underside of boats and barges alike, and he knew that somewhere deep down under the water there was the body of the very first assassin that he had dealt with, now likely stripped of flesh to the bone by
“So, let me get this straight,” Lyla said, “You’re going all the way to the front to maybe take on a massive Shade Army that you have no hope of actually fighting against just in case they’ve gone wild now that the Demon Lord is actually properly dead.” It was a pretty succinct way of explaining the situation, but Alexei was glad that Lyla had grasped the broad strokes of what was going on. “Yeah, pretty much,” Alexei shrugged, “Though I have a feeling that it’s not going to be nearly as bad as you’ve just made it sound. In fact, I think it’s going to be a wasted trip, but a necessary one just in case.” “A wasted trip?” Lyla asked. “Well, after first meeting the Demon Lord and being given a sliver of his powers I’ve always been able to sort of… you know, sense them,” Alexei said, “Just as a kind of dark fuzz off to the eastern border. Can’t feel that anymore.” “What, as in they’re just gone?” “That’s what it feels like, yeah,” Alexei said, “It feels like the Demon Lord had one l