“So you’re saying one of the assassins ended up here?” Alexei asked, “Just eating stew and asking about me?” Lyla nodded, “I think so, anyway.” Alexei wasn’t happy about it, but at the very least it made sense. The first duo of assassins had almost definitely been in contact with the Administrar and had no doubt told the man that they had tracked him down to the Trout’s Gills. After that the Administrar had no doubt told the new pair that piece of information. What it meant was that the Trout’s Gills wasn’t really the safe haven that he had previously considered it to be, though really he didn’t have anywhere better to go. It wasn’t like he was going to go running to the lion beastkin Christopher for safe harbour, that wouldn’t fly, he was an old man with a business to protect. “You better not be thinking of leaving us and going off on your own,” Lyla said, almost as if she had been reading his mind. “It’d be safer for the both of you,” Alexei said, “You’ve done so much for me
A layer of mist hung above the waters of the boatyards in the crisp morning air. Summer had truly ended in the city of Alandria, and now that the heat was receding and the clouds had rolled in, the city had become a much quieter place. While it was a capital, and to a degree was always busy, Alandria thrived in the summer moreso than any other time of year. People from across the kingdom, and some from beyond, came to visit the cities waterways. There was a reason it was called the jewel of the kingdom, after all. The added level of quietness was perfect for Alexei, he didn’t want anyone else getting caught up in the fight that was inevitably going to unfold. The boatyards sat on the opposite side of the lake that the Mage Temple was located, closer to the mouths of the rivers that fed it. It allowed the workers of the boatyard to both store boats at their pontoons and build new ones at their work yards. The work yards were what Alexei was most interested in. There were stacks
Alexei ducked down into the winding maze of tree trunks and cut logs. This was where his plan truly began. So far he had only seen one of the two assassins who had been sent to deal with him, the very same that Lyla had encountered in the Trout’s Gills. He was hoping that meant that the pair who had been sent to take him down was working separately, each one trying to kill him before the other could. If that were the case it raised his odds of survival drastically. Once again, inside the maze, Alexei had a plan, though it mostly relied on luck and his opponent being more than a little bit stupid. He wound through the passageways that had been made between the stacked pieces of wood toward the centre of the makeshift maze. Here there was a viewing platform that workers no doubt used to direct other workers toward the pieces of wood that they wanted to be picked out for further use. Alexei was going to use it to track the progress of the assassin and set off his charges as they m
Alexei staggered to his feet and winced as his left leg sent arcs of pain up through his body. He glanced down and shuddered as he saw the massive splinter that was sticking out from the limb. An unexpected consequence of how things had turned out. It had been almost 30 seconds and the Assassin hadn’t emerged from the flames, which were now rapidly spreading across the boatyard. That was another unexpected consequence, one which Alexei really should have thought about beforehand. He needed to get out of there and fast. The City Guard would soon be converging on the area, and with them teams of mages to help douse the flames. While someone without Magery would have to pour water on a flame to get rid of it, mages trained in the arts of emergency rescue could literally suck the flames right out of an area, so he didn’t need to worry about any other explosions being triggered. Alexei limped away from the explosion site, intending to use one of the other entrances to the area on the
Alexei pushed the door to the Trout’s Gills open with a grunt and staggered inside. His left leg was still bleeding, and at this point, he couldn’t put any weight through it at all. He was spent, the fight had taken everything he had out of him. In fact, he could barely keep himself upright. Alexei staggered across the room, bumping into tables and knocking into glasses. “Alexei?!” Lyla gasped as she noticed him, “What happened to you?!” “Beat the assassin,” Alexei replied, “Didn’t exactly go to plan, but I came out on top in the end.” Lyla darted across the room and gently wrapped an arm around Alexei’s shoulders to give him some support. “Thanks, Lyla,” He said, “Not sure what to do about this piece of wood in my leg, though. Probably a bad thing, right?”Lyla glanced down at the piece of wood jutting out from Alexei’s leg and the thick oozing blood that was around it and cringed. A wound like that wasn’t an easy thing to heal, and left untreated it could become infected or e
Alexei didn’t know how to feel when he awoke. His leg was fixed up, he knew that much. The pain was gone and his thoughts weren’t all strange and foggy anymore. He looked down at the hole in his trousers where the wood had impacted and it was as if nothing had happened, except for a very faint wispy darkness that was only visible if you looked really hard. But to achieve all of that he’d had to make a deal with someone that he didn’t even want to talk to, let alone work with on anything. Alexei sighed. It was worth it in the long run, that was what he was telling himself, even if he didn’t necessarily believe it. The problem with the Demon Lord’s power was that it was addictive. Ever since his Power Divine had first absorbed the Darkonium back in the depths of the Demon Lord’s tomb he had sort of felt its effects on him, bubbling below the surface. Sure, his Power Divine had told him that it was something that had been purged from his system, but if that were the case he was su
“Is Garrick okay?” Alexei asked, shocked by the anger that had been apparent on the Gnome’s face. He hadn’t even thought that creatures like gnomes could get angry, he’d always been jolly in the past. “How much do you actually know about Garrick, Alexei?” Risa asked, “Or gnomes in general, I guess. Going by all the times I’ve asked you about knowing something other than fighting Shades in the past I’m going to guess not much, right?” Alexei nodded, Garrick was the first gnome he’d ever met and he knew pretty much nothing about their kind thanks to the limited education that he received from the Academy. “Oh Alexei,” Lyla sighed, “Garrick is almost a millennium old, he was alive during the Demon Lord’s reign.” It was as if a shard of ice had been pushed straight down Alexei’s spine as everything became just that little bit clearer. “I’m going to guess that it wasn’t particularly easy for him back then,” Alexei said with a sigh. “That’d be putting it lightly,” Lyla said, “The Dem
Alexei paced back and forth across his room at the Trout’s Gills. He couldn’t figure out how to find the second of the two assassins that were after him. He didn’t even know what they looked like. Without that information, there was no way he could set up a tricksy plan as he had done for the first of the two assassins. The fact he’d even survived that encounter was mostly down to luck, and he didn’t really want to rely on sheer luck once again, even if he had gotten stronger thanks to the interference of the Demon Lord. But it was quickly looking like luck was all he had, and if that was the case, the only thing he could really do was stack the deck in his favour. First and foremost, he didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but considering he’d already used the best out-of-the-way location… and had blown it up… he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about things. Then it clicked. The Black Market. In the underground black market, there had been a fighting arena where two fighters could