by Logan Jacobs
“So, wherever Thorvinius’ seat is resides in the west, he seemed to be moving east from your temple to mine,” Florenia said.
“Converging on a target in the middle?” Elodette asked.
“I don’t know about one target in particular, although that’s possible,” I replied. “We’ll have to keep an ear out for whatever other reports we can get while we’re on the road. But it does seem that Thorvinius has multiple bases of operation, that he intends to consume all of Ambria, and that if we leave now, we can meet the bulk of his forces somewhere in the middle.”
Silence fell over the study.
Willobee was, predictably, the first to break it. “Can we finish dinner, Master?” he asked plaintively.
We all laughed. It was great being surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women, but it was also pretty fucking awesome being blessed with the faithful company of a greedy, cowardly, puking-prone, knobby-nosed little gnome.
“Yes, you will finish dinner,” Lord Kiernan replied. “And you will spend the night here in my hall. And in the morning, I will equip you with all that I have promised and more. The only thing I cannot give you is men. If I were to send my own warriors through the heartland of Ambria, it would look like an invasion to many of my neighbors. Already, the king distrusts my house as overly ambitious. But this Thorvinius is a blight upon the kingdom to both temple and secular strongholds alike, and even if I did not owe you half my barony, it would be my duty as a lord of Ambria to do all in my power to help you defeat him.”
“All right, everyone, you heard the good baron,” I said. “Let’s go back to the table that we so rudely left, and you’d better eat your fill of quality food before it’s back to stale road crumbs.”
“I would never permit our team to waste away on stale road crumbs, while rabbits still hop and deer still run in the woods of Ambria,” Elodette said indignantly. I had to turn my face away from her to hide the smile that rose to my mouth at her unconscious use of the word “team.”
“And tonight, at least two of you shall come to my chamber, before martial matters engage all your selves,” Florenia whispered in my ear.
Part of me heard her and started envisioning the various delicious possibilities that scenario presented.
Part of me remained focused on the map and envisioned the chaos that Thorvinius was currently wreaking, and thought of how much more effective I would be against him now that I had another self, and potentially a fourth once Lord Kiernan completed the construction of the temple he had pledged to me. There was no corner of Ambria in which his bloodthirsty slaves would be able to flee my wrath.
The blood pounded through my veins. I had fulfilled Meline’s prophecy about Ferndale already and begun to fulfill Aurelana’s about creating more vessels and allying the faithless to usher in the age of Qaar’endoth. Vengeance and power were my destiny, and I would not be denied.
End of book 1
End Notes
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