Alexei didn't want to be in the slave tent.
He hadn't really wanted to be in the slave tent before he had entered the slave tent, but now he was walking deeper into it that sense of not wanting to be there had drastically increased.
Some of that was due to the sounds of pain that had somehow been suppressed while he was in the entranceway of the tent.
Some of it was due to the horrific smells that were wafting into his nose.
A lot of it was due to the… creature… which had asked him to walk deeper into the tent that was now looming out of the gloom.
"My master will see you, yes, yes," The creature, a beastkin no doubt, said in its strange high-pitched voice.
Its arms were long and slender, stretching far below the creature's hips so that they were almost dragging across the ground. This was impressive considering its legs and torso were also slender and long, causing it to tower above Alexei's more average height.
Alexei wasn't sure what creature this poor soul had been merged with, but the resultant abomination would no doubt be able to catch him with ease thanks to those long limbs if he did anything wrong.
"Your master is the owner of this place?" Alexei asked, not moving.
"Yes, yes," The creature said, beckoning him forward with one of its distended arms, "You come, browse the wares, make choice."
The creature turned and began to walk, its long legs bending awkwardly to move him along in what was almost a parody of normal walking. It was like watching a circus clown, only tragic instead of funny since this was the beastkin's everyday existence and not some act for a crowd.
Alexei followed, making sure to keep at least a little bit of distance between himself and the creature. If it decided to turn on him he wanted at least a chance to get away. Maybe he'd be able to make the floor slippery and the creature would tumble head over foot.
They wound deeper into the tent, which somehow felt bigger on the inside than it seemed on the outside.
As they got further and further in the screams and the smells only got worse.
"Ah, good work Serpa," said a much more human-sounding voice as they rounded a final corner, "I see you have brought me a customer, an ex-initiate no less."
"Yes master," The creature, Serpa, hissed in return.
The master of Serpa was a short and plump man. It was very clear that he was well off by his considerable bulk, clearly running a slave-trading business was an easy way to make a lot of money.
"How do you and your… thing… know who I am?" Alexei asked from just outside the large room the creature's master was standing in.
"Now now, that's not very kind, Serpa is not a thing he is Serpa, show some respect," The master of the slave tent said with a toothy grin.
Alexei rolled his eyes but apologised nonetheless, "I'm sorry, Serpa, but my question stands. How do you know who I am?"
"I know many things," The man intoned gravely, "As a purveyor of slaves I am quite plugged into the goings-on of the world. Your situation is no different."
It wasn't an answer that made Alexei happy, but it was one that he understood. There was no doubt that this slave master would be incredibly well connected with the seedy underbelly of the city, and that those darker members of society would definitely know something about what had happened to him.
He didn't like being the talk of the town, not in the slightest, but as long as he managed to keep his head down then it wouldn't be an issue.
"Now, come in, please," The slave master continued, "My name is Mr Myx, and my wares are numerous. No matter for what purpose you wish to own a slave, I assure you, we will have something here for you."
Alexei may have rudely called Serpa a thing, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with the callous way Myx was talking about the lives he had stolen to sell on as slaves.
He cast his mind back to his goal, to purchase a slave not just so he had help but so that he could save them from a life like this. Locked up in stinking cages, living life only looking forward to a life under someone who would no doubt abuse them in some way or another.
"Need someone fit enough to help me on the road in the life of a travelling merchant, and human enough to pass without giving anyone pause," Alexei said, finally stepping into the room.
"I think I have what you're looking for," Mr Myx said, a sly grin spread across his features.
Before Alexei could say anything else, Myx had scuttled off down one of the hallways that jutted off from the room. He was gone for a few moments, and then returned with a chain in hand.
A sharp tug pulled the slave out of the darkness.
For the most part, the girl Mr Myx had retrieved from some cage in the darkness looked human enough.
She had dull red hair that looked almost bronze in the flickering light. Her eyes were a chocolatey brown. For the most part she looked entirely human, except for the slender fox-like tail that was sticking out of her gown and the twitching furry ears on the top of her head.
Alexei sighed.
"In what way is a girl like this meant to help me with my work as a merchant?" He asked, "She clearly isn't strong enough to lift heavy parcels, and those ears stick out on her head like a sore thumb."
Mr Myx cocked an eyebrow and suppressed a chuckle, it was clear to him that Alexei had never spent much time outside of his academy.
"Girls like this are very well sought after, if you know what I mean," He said with a wink, "She would be very useful in your work as a merchant, I can assure you of that."
Alexei felt a twist of revulsion coiling around in his stomach, the girl couldn't have been more than twelve years old. To be thinking about her like… that… was disgusting.
Nevertheless, despite how pitiful she seemed, there was something about her eyes that he just couldn't resist.
They were pleading with him, begging that she be taken along.
He couldn't refuse.
Alexei and his new slave couldn't get out of the slave tent fast enough.After handing over a few pieces of gold from his pouch, which thankfully was still looking pretty full, he took his beastkin girl by the hand and led her back the way he came.When they emerged from the tent the fox-girl couldn't help but blink in the morning sun. It was as if she had never seen the light of day in all her life, and considering how dank and dingy it had been inside the slave tent that may have been the case."What's your name, girl?" Alexei asked, stooping down to undo the shackles that she had no doubt been bound with for most if not all of the time she had been in that tent.She looked at him, confused, and tilted her head to one side but didn't reply verbally at all.The clasp around her neck came away with a click from the key that the slave master Mr Myx had given him. He wouldn't need the leash that she had come with. He was sure she wouldn't try to run away, she looked terrified of the wor
Neave finished eating her first eel kebab in a matter of moments, and the second wasn't far behind."I hope you enjoyed that," Alexei said with a sigh, "Though how you even managed to taste it I'm not sure."The girl looked up at him, a content smile on her face. Yes, she'd definitely enjoyed it.Eventually, he was going to have to try to teach her to talk somehow. Or communicate in some way beyond head nods or shakes at the very least. He was growing tired of trying to decipher what she was feeling already and it had only been fifteen minutes at most."Well, I'm glad you did," Alexei said, "Next we're going to get you some new clothes, we can't very well have you running around in a torn-up oversized night shirt, can we?"In a flurry of movement too fast for Alexei's eyes to track, Neave launched herself out of her sitting position, cocked her arm back, and let loose a colossal right hook.For a moment Alexei was worried that the punch had been intended for her, that her meaty meal h
"I see you've picked yourself up a beastkin from the market," The barkeep remarked as he approached her.She said it in such a way as to be accusatory without actually saying anything that would imply she was displeased with him. All while rubbing the inside of a pint glass."Yeah," Alexei replied, "Need help with some ventures, it felt like the best thing to do."The barkeep looked over his shoulder at the girl."Some ventures, I'm sure," She practically scoffed.Alexei felt his stomach coil in disgust not for the first time that day."She's a child, don't be so crass," He spat before shaking his head, "Look, she's not the point. In fact, she's already managed to save my life today.""Save your life?" The barkeep said incredulously."Yes, she saved my life… From an assassin of Delsi," Alexei said, making sure to whisper the last bit so none of the other customers heard.The barkeep's eyes widened for a moment before narrowing into a steely glare."Get the child and meet me in the kit
While Alexei knew that his power had, somehow, managed to evolve he had no idea what any of the words his power had provided him with actually meant. What he did know was that the new element he had access to had come from the stew he’d eaten in the morning. “Do you have any of that stew left over?” Alexei asked. “You’re thinking about food at a time like this?” The barkeep replied incredulously. “How much do you know about Initiates?” Alexei said, “The ceremony is public, but I’ve never been clear on how much people actually know is going on.” “The Administrar calls down the power of the Gods, gifting you with magical powers beyond that which any mage could hope to claim without assistance,” the barkeep said as if reading from a religious text. “Exactly, and those magical powers vary from person to person, mine was… well… weaker than most,” Alexei explained, “That was the whole reason I left the Academy, to begin with.” “They kicked you out for being a weakling? That seems a l
Alexei’s power came with many drawbacks. One of them was speed. Sodium Hydride was a more complex item to create than water, and due to that, his power took a lot longer to create it. While he had been able to create a pretty sizable ball of floating water in just a few seconds, creating enough of the sodium hydride powder to fill up even half of a container took a considerable amount of time. Then there was the fact he actually seemed to lose some of the ingredients that went into making the substance. He hadn’t noticed it when he was making water because he was essentially pulling hydrogen from free-floating water vapour in the air. It was an unlimited source.Whatever he was pulling from in the stew wasn’t unlimited, and by the time he had finished filling two of the containers to their halfway points the steady trickle of white powder being formed had come to a stop. “Okay,” Alexei said, “Whatever I’m pulling from the stew, I’ve pulled all that I can. That means we’ve got tw
Alexei couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Alandria actually was from his perch up on the rooftops of the city. In the distance, atop the hills that looked over the cityscape, was the academy. The building was practically a castle, towering over everything else. There was a time that Alexei would have found such a thing impressive, now he just thought it was arrogance. Of course, the academy would be placed above the rest of everyone else. That was very them. Filled to the brim with their superiority. No, the real beauty could definitely be found in the city below, with its glittering riverways and winding streets. Chimney stacks with lazy smoke drifting up into the sky. The hustle and bustle of the people below, crossing rivers and pontoons to get from place to place. In a way, Alexei felt a little angry that they’d been kept so separate from it all. To go from his small farming village straight to the academy and have all of this kept from him? It wasn’t something Alexei c
Alexei clambered down from the rooftops with relief in his heart. It would be a while before the assassins of Delsi tried to attack him again. In that time he’d be able to prepare, and perhaps even figure out who had sent the assassin to attack him. The slave trader had implied that his name was already being bandied about in the seedy underbelly of the city. If anyone thought that they could get one over on the academy by taking him out then it was no wonder that assassins were suddenly showing up looking to put him under the water. Rivals of the Royal Defence Corps were frequent throughout the kingdom, far and near, and while they would never do anything to directly hinder the progress of the fight against the shades an outlier like Alexei would be easy pickings. He made the final leap down to the road and stuffed his hands into his pockets. A cursory glance over the surface of the river revealed nothing, the body of the assassin must have sunk deep down to the bottom where th
The area of the city that Lyla’s map directed Alexei seemed to be one that was much less travelled by the majority of the population. The buildings became more tightly packed together and the riverway that he and Neave were following began to smell progressively worse and worse. He’d heard rumours, back when he lived in the Academy, that there had been a part of the city that had been dedicated to beastkin. At the time it had seemed absurd. Why would they need a whole section of the city just for beastkin? It wasn’t like they weren’t people, even if there were elements of the beast about them. But that was a naive view clearly held by someone who had come from out in the countryside. While Alexei had known that beastkin tended to get the short end of the stick when it came to respect in society, he hadn’t quite known how bad it was. Not until he’d seen the slave traders' tent, anyway. He pulled Neave close as they walked through the shadowy side streets. While he didn’
After his last encounter with the Proto Lord Alexei had never wanted to hear the hoarse croaking laughter of the creature ever again. Now that he had the hairs on the back of his neck and his arms were all standing to attention and every fiber of his being was telling him to flee, run as far away as he could, and never look back. But he couldn’t do any of that. He had a mission to complete, people to save, and a kingdom to protect. “Show yourself, Proto Lord!” Alexei called out, his staff held defensively in preparation to ward off any attacks, “I’m not the man you faced before, I’ll take you out myself this time.” “So you say,” The Proto Lord wheezed from somewhere in the dark, “And yet you still bring so many users of the Power Divine to fight alongside you. So many snacks for me to feast upon.”That was the final straw for Alexei. With a pulse of arcane power, Alexei slammed his staff down onto the ground. A sphere of light erupted out from where he stood, a magery spell desi
Nerves had seeped into the hearts of the men that Alexei and Harold had chosen to take with them into the underground sanctum of the Proto Lord the moment they took their first steps into the tunnel system that the creature had made its home. They all looked to be strong and full of heart, but Alexei could sense it. The fear was electric and it was all he could do not to get caught up in the worry himself. Instead, he drew his staff and allowed it to shift forms into that of a magery wand, perfect to be used in enclosed situations and easier to maneuver with so many bodies around. With a flex of his will, Alexei summoned a ball of light at the tip of the wand and sent it out ahead of the group. It illuminated the dank depths of the tunnel that they were slowly descending into. Once upon a time, Alexei could have imagined the tunnel being used for mining and most likely to serve as a lower down access port to the well that he had originally sensed the malaise of the Proto Lord seep
As Alexei explained what the Proto Lord was to Harold and the other members of the Royal Defence Corps he could tell that their willingness to fight such a creature was waning further and further. Alexei could understand. After being told to go to the front line and expecting to die in combat defending the kingdom the shades had all disappeared. That had given them all a second chance at living. Being told that they instead had to fight a being that was well on its way to becoming the next Demon Lord? Something that, just like the shades, could kill you and then perhaps use you to fight the rest of your friends? That wasn’t something that a lot of people were keen on. Harold, though, was a brave man and always had been. “Very well,” He said as Alexei came to the end of his explanation, “If that is the case then this so-called Proto Lord must fall before the Proto part of the wretched thing's name becomes Demon instead.“I will not order anyone to join myself or Alexei in this f
Alexei placed his hand onto the Warp Gate and sent a pulse of magery through the system. He’d never actually had to operate one of the things before, but thanks to his more innate relationship with magery it was a bit like opening a book and simply reading from the pages. He placed his palm onto the stone and it fed information directly to him and allowed him to open a temporary link between the gate he was standing next to and the gate that was back in Alandria. It opened with a sputter at first and then, as Alexei made the link between the gates more solid, it blazed into life with a swirling blue glow. “You really are full of surprises now, aren’t you,” Harold said with a shake of his head, he couldn’t believe how different his friend had become compared to the last time he had seen the man. “Just a bit of advanced magery,” Alexei shrugged, “What did you expect me to do when I got kicked out of the Academy, go become a merchant somewhere?”“That probably would have been the sm
Alexei worked his way through the woods until he was able to catch up with the soldiers of the Royal Defence Corps. These were all men and women who had gone through the training at the Academy and come out the other end, each of them with a Power Divine powerful enough for the previous Demon Lord to want to absorb it. Perfect for fighting against a Proto Lord who hadn’t fully come into the powers that Eldreth was offering them. At first, Alexei wasn’t sure who he should approach, but then he noticed someone who looked just a little bit familiar. Without any doubts, Alexei was sure the man he saw walking in the centre of the column was none other than his old friend from the Academy, Harold. “Harold!” He exclaimed, “Is that you?” The column of marching soldiers froze instantly, like a rabbit caught in the path of an oncoming dragonhorse, before turning on Alexei with their powers at the ready. It took only a moment for Harold to realise who had called out to him. “A… Alexei?!
“Okay, wish me luck you two,” Alexei said, he was standing in front of a Warp Gate, one that Risa had told him led to a town that was very close to the front. Neave wrapped her arms around him as best she could and he returned it by holding her close. “You better come back safely, yeah?” Risa said, she held his gaze with a stern look. “Hey, if the Shades are running wild then you have my promise that I’ll be jumping right back into that Warp Gate,” Alexei said, “This is a recon mission, nothing more nothing less. Promise.”She gave him a critical eye, “You know, every time you’ve ever said that you’re just going to look at something or do a bit of recon you’ve come super close to dying.” “Yeah, but those times I had no idea what I was going into, this time it’s either going to be one of two things, and only one of those two things could actually be dangerous. Pretty good odds if you ask me,” Alexei said with a grin, though he could tell he was only annoying Risa with his banter.
Waking up in the morning Alexei realised that, despite everything that was going on, he actually felt pretty good. Not only was the threat of the Demon Lord technically dealt with, he’d also met with the Administrar and had basically engineered a situation where the man would no longer be able to send people after him. All things said and done, that was two of his major problems dealt with already, even if he did still plan to get his revenge on the Administrar in one way or another. The man couldn’t be allowed to continue in his post, not after he had sacrificed so many Initiates to the Shade Front for no good reason. When everything had concluded and everyone was safe, Alexei intended to go to the Royal Household and speak to the Emperor, perhaps he would listen to reason, if Alexei could get an audience with the man of course. Alexei pulled himself out of bed, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked off to the shower room. He shivered as the cold water streamed onto his
“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
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