Elysia knocked on the wagon door, which she was told belonged to the baron's master-at-arms. She was alone mainly because her partner, Frey, was in charge of maintaining his armor and giving his sword a perfect edge.
"Ahead". said a voice.
Opening the door, her nose was assaulted by the smell of bear grease, so she reached for the hilt of the sword.
Five men were gathered inside the wagon, and she recognized three of them: they were the hunters she had met the night before. The other two were a young man, richly dressed and with delicate features, with short hair in the style of a noble warrior, and a tall, powerfully built man clad in furs. The latter was tanned and appeared to be in his thirties, although his hair was silvery gray. He carried a quiver of black-tailed arrows slung across his back, and close to his hand was a long, sturdy bow. The men she didn't know, Elysia, bore a certain family resemblance.
"That's the bitch." Lars said through his missing teeth, and the two strangers exchanged glances.
Elysia watched them warily, while the one with gray hair inspected her with apparent indifference.
"So you're the girl who knocked out one of my guides' teeth." she commented.
"One of your guides?"
"Yes, Manfred and I hired them to make the path between the mountains easier."
"They are mountaineers, not adventurers." Elysia commented to buy time, as she wondered what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into.
“As mountaineers, they know the mountain very well.” replied the well-dressed young man, with a cultured accent. "They are able to move in the mountains without much trouble using their skills as Ranges."
"I don't see them as much of a Ranges style." Elysia responded as she held out her hands open before her.
"What have you come here to find?" she wanted to know the one with the gray hair of hers.
“I'm looking for a job for my group of adventurers. I wanted to see the baron's master-at-arms."
"That's me". answered the elder. "I'm Dieter. I am also the Baron's Ranger, the trainer of his hunting dogs, and his falconer."
"My uncle's farm is going through quite difficult times." commented the young man.
"This is Manfred, nephew and heir to Garfield Von Deyl, Baron of the Northern Fringe of the Gray Mountains."
"Old Baron" Manfred corrected him. “The Emperor saw fit to revoke my uncle's title, remove him from office, remove all his rights as a noble, and confiscate our lands using the new law reforms, under the guise of centralizing the power of the Empire. The only thing the emperor does is amass power for himself and administer it."
"Political differences, you know?" he added upon seeing Elysia's questioning look. “After the death of the previous emperor, the recently appointed emperor Sebastian Kaisar Octavian, he has reformed the laws and central politics of the empire for his convenience; he appoints his personal assistant consul, has a friendly relationship with the minister of magic Gregori, has a powerful witch as his lover and adviser, and controls all the imperial legions since the marshal is his childhood friend. He seized all legislative power by revoking the power of the senate and displacing them to a secondary role as a mere council with no real political power. He began to centralize executive power by dismissing many nobles on the grounds of 'incompetence' or suspicion of conspiracy; he founded a new government body called 'Administratun' which would be in charge of administering the territories whose nobles have been removed using specially trained commoners to serve as governors and territorial administrators. And he has all the judicial power by having the four judges who regulate the Inquisition as advisers and direct subordinates, these judges are recognized for being the most powerful judges in the history of the Empire.”
"My family comes from an ancient lineage of nobles of the Empire." Home Manfred “And like most of the nobles, both of the Kingdom and the Empire, we are in charge of governing the territories that are in our jurisdiction, therefore we have political and economic power, along with the right to influence internal politics and have voice and vote in the Imperial Senate. But with the new reforms and legislations, all our rights as nobles have been revoked, now we are just as important as commoners.”
“In these turbulent times, it only takes the slightest excuse to strip you of your noble titles and have the central administration seize the lands your family had ruled for generations. They banish us for not accepting the designs imposed by the Administratun, who would agree to subordinate to an organization whose members are commoners without lineages or former nobles who preferred to lick the boots of the emperor to keep their lives stable? Dieter, the Baron's Ranger, shook his head in disgust. "Imperial politics, right?"
Dieter shrugged and turned to face the highlanders.
"Wait outside." he told them he. “We have business to attend to with Miss…”
"Elysia." I leave her.
The hunters prepared to leave. As he headed for the door, Lars gave Elysia a look filled with hatred. The cat girl looked them straight into their bloodshot eyes, and their gazes locked on each other for a second. Then the hunters disappeared, leaving behind only a whiff of bear fat floating in the air.
"I'm afraid you've made an enemy." Manfred commented.
"It does not worry me."
“You should be concerned, Miss Elysia. Those kinds of men are the ones who hold a grudge.” Dieter said. "You say you're looking for work as an adventurer?"
Elysia nodded.
"My partner and I..."
"The guy in the black armor?" Dieter raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, Frei. He and I form the group Ragnarök, we are Platinum rank”.
“Platinum… If you want a job, you already have it. The Shadow Mountains and Westelands are violent lands and we could use two more warriors. Unfortunately, we can't afford much.”
"My uncle's goods are now scarce." Manfred explained.
“We do not ask for much, it is not necessary to be paid the remuneration of a platinum group, with half or less it will be enough. But we ask for bed, food and transportation.” Elysia replied, and Dieter laughed.
"I think it's great. You can travel with us if you wish. In case they attack us, you will have to fight.”
“Are we hired?”
Dieter handed him a bag with some gold coins.
“You have accepted the baron's money. You are with us.” The gray-haired man opened the door. "And now, if you'll excuse us, we have to plan the trip."
Elysia bowed to each of them, taking out a scroll from her backpack; it was a request from the adventure guild. I tell them that they should sign and seal it, saying that she left.
"One moment."
Elysia turned to see Manfred climb out of the wagon behind her, smiling at her.
“Dieter is a gruff man, but you will get used to him.”
“I am sure it will be so, my lord.”
“Call me Manfred. We are on the border, not in the Imperial Senate. Here the range is not so significant.”
"Very well, sir... Manfred."
“I just wanted to tell you that you did the right thing last night. Defend the girl, even if she is the assistant of that sorceress. Thank you."
"Thank you. Can I ask you a question?"
Manfred nodded, and Elysia cleared her throat.
“The name of Manfred Von Deyl is not unknown to me, in the capital of the Empire. That name is related to a playwright.”
Manfred gave him a wide grin.
"It's me. By the gods, a cultured woman! Who would have thought that she would find one in these lands? I can assure you that you and I are going to get along just fine, Miss Elysia. Have you seen Strange Flower: Did you like her?
Elysia considered the answer carefully. On the occasions that she had accompanied her owner to her Theater, she had not been interested in her play, which dealt with a noblewoman's fall into madness when she discovered that she was a mutant who he devolved into bestiality. Strange Flower lacked the benevolent humanity that could be found in the greatest dramatists of the Empire. However, the work was very topical in those days when the number of mutations was apparently increasing.
The Inquisition had banned it, Elysia remembered.
“You have a lot of strength, Manfred. It's very haunting."
“Obsessive, very good! Really very good! Now I have to go visit my uncle, who is sick, but I hope to talk to you again before the trip is over.”
They bowed, and the young nobleman walked away. Elysia stared at him, unable to reconcile this friendly eccentric young man with the brooding, dark god-obsessed images of her work. In the circle of friends of the previous owner of it, Manfred Von Deyl was described as a brilliant playwright... and a blasphemer.
Elysia had a bad feeling about this trip, her sixth sense warned her.
By mid-morning, the exiles were ready to move. At the head of the long, disorderly line, Elysia saw a white-haired old man, clad in a sable cloak, riding a black war steed. He rode under the unfurled wolf banner, which Dieter carried. Beside him, Manfred leaned down to say something to the old man; The baron then gestured, and the caravan that made up his people began to move forward.The catgirl felt a shudder run through him at the sight of it all. She drank in the sight of the row of wagons and wagons with their armed escort of mounted and armored warriors, then climbed into a supply cart that she and Frey had seized from a sour old servant, who was dressed in the barony livery.Around them, mountains pointed to the sky like gray giants, trees dotted the roadsides, and streams ran like quicksilver down the sides toward the source of a River. The rain mixed with snow softened the contours of the landscape and gave it an untamed beauty."Time to go again." Frey moaned as he took his
The crossbow bolt whistled through the air and stabbed quiveringly into the earth before the steed's hooves. Frey struggled to control the animal, which reared. At times like this he was glad to have ranks of skill in Riding."Come no closer, stranger, or we will fill you with arrows, white flag or no white flag." His voice was rough but powerful. It was clear that its owner used it to give orders and have them obeyed. Frey struggled with the mount and managed to control it."I am a messenger to Garfield Von Deyl, Baron of the Northern Fringe of the Gray Mountains." Frei yelled. “He has no intention of causing you any harm. We just want to shelter from the elements and refresh supplies.”“Well, you can't do it here! Tell your Baron Garfield that if he is so peaceful, he can continue on his way. This is Aken, and we are not interested in any dealings with the nobles of any country. We are a free and independent city, we do not bow down to anyone.”Frey studied the man shouting at him f
“I think I have found the inspiration for a new work.” declared Manfred Von Deyl enthusiastically. "The delightful story the hunter told last night will be the core of the plot."Elysia looked at him doubtfully. They advanced along the western flank of the caravan, keeping between the chariots and the ominous mountains.“Perhaps the hunter's story is more than just a tale, Manfred. Many ancient legends contain real facts.”"Of course! Of course! Who better to know than me? I think I will title this work Where the legends walk. Think about it: powerful spells that make the earth rumble, and the metallic sheen of legendary weapons gleaming in the haunted light of the moon. Imagine the figure of the god of the dead who remains unbeatable in the midst of battles."Looking at those accursed elevations, it was very easy for Elysia to imagine such things. Of all the people following Baron Von Deyl, only three people dared to enter the hills. During the day, Dr. Stock and Mrs. Winter searched
Frey looked at Krisvel, although his cheeks were in shadow, he saw a tear shine. Their faces were very close to each other. Behind them, the wisps of mist rising from the river's surface had thickened rapidly, and they could barely see the water. Krisvel moved closer to the powerful figure of Frey."If he hadn't come this far, he wouldn't have met you."They kissed awkwardly, tentatively, barely touching lips. Then, Frey bent down to take her long hair in her hands. They leaned toward each other again, embracing more greedily as the second kiss deepened. Passionate, hands began to travel and explore the other's body over the thick layer of cloth that covered Krisvel's body and the robust plate armor that Frey possessed.They leaned in too far, and Krisvel gave a little exclamation as they fell from the trunk of the tree and sprawled on the soft, damp earth."My armor and cloak are muddy." Frei said.“Perhaps it would be better if you took it
As the first light of morning appeared, Elysia watched warily as Frey inspected the rubble of the ancient stone arch. The stench of stale air and rotting bones rising from within nauseated him. She turned to look down the mountain, where the surviving outcasts were setting up funeral pyres from the remains of the chariots to cremate the dead. Nobody wanted to bury them so close to the mountains.Elysia heard Frey growl with fierce satisfaction, and she turned around again. Frey was expertly running his hand over the broken stones, on the surface of which the engraved runes formed a faint web, and then he raised his eyes and gave her a wild smile.“There is no doubt, catgirl; the runestones that guarded the entrance were split from the outside.”Elysia looked at him as suspicion washed over him. She felt enormous fear.“Looks like someone has given the Von Deyl Curse a hand.” she whispered.♦ ♦ &diam
Elysia ducked just as an arrow splintered the wood of the parapet before her. She bent down to pick up a crossbow from the hand of the guard who had been killed when an arrow pierced her neck. From her He groped for a bolt and struggled to load the weapon with it; finally, she got it.She jumped to her feet. Fire arrows flashed overhead like shooting stars, and from behind her came the smell of burning. Elysia looked down from the parapet, and she saw the goblin wolf riders surrounding the camp like a pack of beasts rounding up a herd of sheep. She saw the green skin of the horsemen gleam in the light of the flaming arrows, which also highlighted the yellow of their eyes and fangs."There must be hundreds of them." Elysia thought, and she mentally thanked Frey for the presence of the moat, the stakes, and the wooden wall that her partner had made them build. At the time, it had seemed like an unnecessary effort to them, and Frey was cursed by everyone; but now the cons
The corpulent corpse of Dieter lay in the doorway of the Baron's bedroom with one side of his head caved in. Elysia imagined she would bolt out the door in a rage when a prepared enemy struck her from the side.She leaped like a lioness over the body, rolling to the ground before standing up and looking around the room. The old baron lay in bed with a knife through his heart, his blood soaking the bandages on his chest and the sheets.The catgirl glared at the chair Manfred was sitting on. He had the sword stained with blood."The curse has been fulfilled at last." the playwright stated in a strained voice, which also contained a high-pitched note of hysteria.He looked up, and Elysia shivered because Manfred's face seemed like a mask, as if something strange was looking at her from inside her."I knew it was my destiny to end the curse." declared Manfred as if making a comment to pass the time. “I knew it from the moment I killed my mother.
After the calamitous events with the Von Deyls, we set off deep into the shadowy mountains. It was a long and hard journey, and the mountains we traversed didn't make it any easier. The hunger, the hardships and the constant threat of the goblins that roamed the area did not help my mental state; perhaps I was particularly sensitive when I first beheld the dingy grandeur of the ancient ruined city-fortress of the dwarves, lost among those remote peaks for so long. In any case, I remember that I had a terrible omen regarding what we were going to find in it and, as will be seen, my fears were fully justified...Elysia, 'The Adventures of the Dark Hero', vol. I,Printed in Riverheim, Arcadia.♦ ♦ ♦A scream echoed through the cold mountain air, and Elysia drew her sword and went on guard. Snowflakes were falling and an icy wind ruffled her long black hair. She threw her woolen cloak over her right shoulder to fr
“Take the sword!” Elysia yelled at him.But the stunned Frey was in no condition to heed the advice, and besides, he wanted to spill blood. He took an unsteady step toward Oleg, who was standing where he had left him, howling as he clutched his nose. Then, hearing Frey's staggering footsteps, she looked up and let out a tremendous bellow of anger and pain. He rushed toward his foe, crouching low and arms outstretched, intending to once again ensnare the dark hero in a deadly embrace. Frey remained where he was as the monster charged into a thunderous race towards him, as unstoppable as a runaway horse-drawn chariot.Elysia didn't want to look… The mutant was big enough to crush Frey, but she couldn't look away in horror.Oleg reached where Frey was. His massive arms began to close, but at the last second Frey ducked and dove between the monster's legs, then spun around and lashed out with the chain, which wrapped around the mutant's ankle. Fre
"Ulber?" I ask. Ulber Roger?"Do not call me that way!" The man's voice approached the scream. "Address me as 'Sir'.""Do you know this idiot?" Frei asked.Elysia nodded. Ulber Roger was a philosophy friend of Elysia's owner before the catgirl had murdered her mistress and escaped from her. He had been a quiet young man, very studious and could always be found in libraries according to his mistress. He had probably never exchanged more than a dozen words with her in the two years he had been friends with her mistress. He also remembered that Roger had vanished. There was a bit of a scandal… something to do with some missing library books, and he also remembered that some Inquisitors had shown interest."Stop!" Roger yelled at him in his thin, irritating voice. "You are my prisoners and you will do as I command for the remainder of your wretched lives."“Will we do as you bid us for the rest of our worthless lives?” Elysia looked
Elysia noticed that all the patrons were looking at the innkeeper strangely, as if he had spoken at the wrong time, or said something they had never expected him to say. But she dismissed that thought. Maybe they were just scared. Who wouldn't be with a servant of the Dark Powers housed in the castle that overlooked the town?“He is wicked like a dragon with a toothache. Isn't that right, Helmut?"The peasant the innkeeper had just spoken to froze in place like a rat staring at a snake."Isn't that right, Helmut?" the innkeeper repeated."It's not so bad," replied the farmer. "Considering how evil warlocks are.""Why don't you storm the castle?" Frey asked, and Elysia thought that if the dark hero couldn't guess the answer from the beaten-dog looks of those louts he was more stupid than he looked."Because the monster is there, sir" replied the farmer at the same time that he dragged his feet and looked at the floor again."The
The idea must occur to readers of these pages from time to time that my companion and I were under the influence of some curse.Without any effort on our part, and without any desire on my part, we managed to meet all manner of worshipers of the Dark Ones. I myself often suspected that we were really doomed to oppose his plans without ever understanding why; but such speculation never bothered the Dark Hero.Frey took all such events as they came, with a groan and a resigned shrug, and dismissed any such speculation as that of a useless and vain philosopher.However, I have thought long and hard on the matter, and I have the feeling that if there is a power in this world that opposes the servants of evil, perhaps it was the one who sometimes guided our steps and even protected us. What is certain is that we often stumbled upon some of the most outrageous and malevolent schemes perpetrated by the most unlikely of evildoers...Elysia, 'The Adventures of the
The desire to kill reverberated through Jasmine's brain, and the darkness rooted in her soul threatened to overtake her completely. Madness bubbled through her veins, and bloodlust flooded her as if she were a drug; her carnage gave him ecstatic pleasure. She wanted to find the black-armored warrior and kill him, for of all the enemies she had faced, he was the most powerful: a worthy offering indeed to the god of Wrath. At the last second, when she was about to brush aside his sword and kill him, her fate, in the form of her own idiotic followers of hers, had intervened to separate them. She wanted to find him again and finish the fight.And then she saw the girl. As if against her will, she gazed at the frightened little face that peeked out from where she was hiding. He knew what he had to do, because it was time to end this once and for all, to take the first step on the path that would end in eternal life, to take advantage of the opportunity offered to him of a glorious
Jasmine watched as the great cannon blasted the third breach in the city wall, then decided enough was enough. They had to save powder for the next fortification they came to, and the gaps were big enough for their soldiers to squeeze through. The defenders were tired and bewildered, so the time had come. She signaled to the bugler, and he sounded the advance blast. Marching to the beat of the human-skinned drums, the beastmen sprang into motion.Jasmine felt the thirst for blood rise within her, and with it, her desire to offer souls to the god of Wrath. She that night she would make him a great offering.♦ ♦ ♦Elysia watched as the tide of beastmen surged across the grounds, and archers began firing from the ramparts. They chose their targets calmly, methodically, and efficiently, and fired. Arrows pierced the darkness, piercing chests, throats, and bestial eyes. As the infernal drums beat, the relentless bloodthirsty beastmen continued to adva
Elysia watched the clouds overhead, racing across the sky like a mass that twisted and undulated in a strong wind. The color of the forest had changed from a light green to a darker, more ominous hue; she seemed as if the trees, like everything else, were waiting.She was standing on the parapet at the top of the wooden wall, and she was looking across the fields, straining to catch any sign of movement in the undergrowth. By her calculations, it was the end of the afternoon. Next to her was Frey, who was looking at his sword with disinterest. Every ten paces along the wall there was an archer, one of the woodcutters, men who could hit an ox's eye from two hundred paces, and measuring the distance between them and the line of trees, Elysia realized. realized that this was a slaughterhouse. Any attackers would get bogged down in the plowed fields and be easy targets for archers.She tried to let that thought reassure her, but she couldn't. Night in the woods was not lik
Elysia looked up at the ornate golden hammer that gleamed in the early morning light streaming through the open door of the temple. The runes etched into the Hammer's head reminded him of the ones adorning the blade of her own sword, but that didn't surprise him too much. Her sword had been the most prized possession of an Order of paladins and it seemed only fitting that the sword be engraved with holy signs.There were few people present; only some old women who were sitting cross-legged on the floor and praying. The babies with their mothers were outside, getting the cool while they could, and Elysia guessed the air might be unbreathable in there with the doors closed.The temple was a simple sanctuary with a simple altar, except for the presence of the Hammer, which was used to bless marriages and contracts. The Father, The Mother and The Son were not very popular deities there, since most of the woodcutters looked to Belial, Lord of the Forests and God of the Eart
Kat hurried toward the base of the watchtower because she felt the need to be alone. She had grown tired of sitting by the large central bonfire, and not even Frey's presence reassured her. She felt very alone in the midst of all those busy adults; in reality, there was no one with whom she could talk, and for the first time she realized that she no longer knew anyone in this world and that she had no place in it. Her flames reminded him too much of the Kleinsdorf fires. The ladder barely creaked under her bare feet as she climbed toward the trapdoor with the agility of a monkey.Elysia was sitting alone, and she was looking into the darkness. She had long since set the sun like a bloodstain on the horizon; the moon had risen through the sky, its silvery light bathing the surroundings. A gentle breeze cooled Kat's cheeks and made the forest whisper and murmur ominously. Elysia watched him mesmerized, lost in her own thoughts, and she hurried across the tower and sat down besi