Age of the Gods: The Complete, twelve novel, fantasy series (The Blood and Brotherhood Saga)

by Laszlo,Jeremy

  Seth had in fact forgotten the great white beasts tethered outside the inn where they had spent a portion of the night. So much had happened in the day already Seth had once again overlooked what seemed like a minor detail. The gesture might appear different to the king. Seth was horrified and knowing he had no time to return to gather the beasts, nor could he send one of his wolf men as the horses would likely flee the creatures, Seth shouted the name of the singular man among his followers that he knew.

  "Connor Falion!" Seth shouted. Seth then watched as the large bulky man extracted himself from the ranks of his peers. "Go to the inn where I spent the night, and fetch my horses," Seth ordered. The huge man without so much as a nod dashed quickly back into the city, disappearing beneath the portcullis and happy to at least for the moment have purpose once again.

  The thrumming of hoof beats drummed louder and louder through the cool morning air until eventually Seth reached out with his senses to find the king much closer than he had anticipated. The immense stone walls of the city appeared to be muting the sounds of the approaching horses. Deciding upon a course of action, Seth quickly led Sara back to the road and beckoned Borrik and Jonas to join him as well. Positioning himself in the center of the road, with Sara at his side and each of his wolf men taking up positions of guards to either side of the young couple, Seth waited the last moments until the king rode through the narrow gate. Sitting confidently upon his horse, he reined in his mount several yards ahead of Seth who took a knee, subjugating himself to the king. Sara and Seth’s wolf men copied his actions, as well as the large crowd of Seth’s gathered followers. Seeing the king nod his approval, Seth rose to his feet and approached the king's mount hoping for a modicum of privacy. The procession of the king's retinue had ground to a halt as Seth began to speak to King Valdadore.

  "Your majesty, these men and women wish to join my troops and fight for the kingdom. They have lost all they owned and all they loved. They have no homes, no money, and no food," Seth said.

  "As much as I have already heard, Lord Seth," the king stated. "But I have heard too that a god walks among men, and that your own troops claim you to be such a god," the king added with an unpleasant tone, one of his eyebrows rising in question.

  "A discrepancy I wish I could have foreseen," Seth said. "It has been brought to my attention that my wolf troops hold to their feral side as far as beliefs are concerned, and they recognize me as their creator. It is nothing more than a misunderstanding, one I intend to prevent from happening again," Seth assured the king.

  "Shall you be riding with us then, Lord Seth, or marching with your troops?" the king asked. "It is only half a day’s ride to the army, or a long day’s march. In either case you should arrive well in time to uphold your duty to the kingdom. It appears our enemy waits to attack in earnest. They simply harass us for now."

  Seth nodded his understanding before replying that he would march with his men until well underway, and then he would race ahead to the army once his troops were prepared. Stepping aside, Seth, Sara and their guards cleared the way and the king spurred his mount and his retinue rushed to follow suit.

  Seth then turned to Borrik.

  "How do the men progress?" Seth asked. A moment passed as specific details were exchanged between Seth’s pack of wolf men and then Borrik, receiving the information his master wanted, replied.

  "Many packs have already been won, m'lord. The men as we speak race to track down several other known packs. As our numbers increase we gain new information from those of our wolven brothers and sisters, allowing us to locate more alphas to challenge. Within an hour our men should have collected near two hundred and a half wolves for your disposal. However, m'lord, they have already won those packs nearest our location and run with all haste in all directions to collect more. The longer they gather together the many packs in the great forest, the further away they will be," Borrik answered.

  "How soon could they return from their current positions?" Seth questioned. Again Borrik seemed to ponder the question a moment before answering.

  "Captain Corbin is the furthest. He estimates over two hours to reach Raven's Keep," Borrik said.

  "Tell them all to continue for another hour, and then meet us on the road south of the castle with all haste," Seth replied.

  Having decided a course of action, Seth estimated that in an hour, the furthest of his troops would be over three hours away, so in little more than four hours all of his troops and their newly obtained packs should be able to make the city. If Seth marched out his troops now, the ragtag band of half-starving people would make poor time on foot, and his wolf men should catch up to them upon the road in less than five hours. Seth gave his orders to both Borrik and Jonas, and seeing that the large farmer Connor had returned with their mounts, Seth took the reins from the man and thanked him, before he and Sara mounted their beasts to lead a retinue of their own. Borrik and Jonas began literally barking orders to the humans who, remaining in their current formation, turned and strode onto the road. Seth and Sara took the lead, allowing their mounts to stroll lazily along the road, setting an easy pace for their would-be troops. Borrik and Jonas took positions on either side of the road, each opposite one another with the large human band in between. Seth estimated he had four and a half hundred men now at his disposal, and expected near two and a half hundred wolves. He would have near two hundred men and women untransformed if the numbers were correct. Seth spent the next several hours pondering what to do with them.

  Lost in his own thoughts, Seth rode along the road nearly five hours before the sounds of barking and yapping came rolling over the hills from a distance behind them. As the sounds grew nearer and nearer, Seth and all who were in his following, were surprised at a sudden change in scenery. The hours previous had passed with them all traveling down the barren road heading south, without so much as a bird taking flight to break the monotony. However, as the enormous pack of wolves plunged across the rolling hills in broad daylight, they drove before them waves of animals both predatory and passive. Raccoons and rats, hares and other vermin darted this way and that trying to escape what they knew was an inevitable end. Deer bounded over the hills in the distance, and birds took flight from every small valley. Suddenly the stark day was awash in life of every form and color. Seth watched as a multitude of animals attempted to flee certain death, squawking and squeaking and hissing as they overtook the humans upon the road, who had all but stopped to witness the commotion. The vision reminded Seth of a children's story that Rose, one of his elderly neighbors, had read to him years ago of a man who played a lute driving rodents into the sea, sparing his village from a plague. Such was the mass of small bodies scurrying over the hillside that it appeared as if the hills themselves had come alive. It was a shame Seth could think of no need for rat men, for here was an abundance of rats and other various rodents.

  Just as that thought crossed his mind, Seth saw a graceful, unbelievably fast animal racing a few hundred yards away. Such was its agility that it bounded effortlessly over the ground, clearing incredible distances with each leap. Seth recognized the animal as being some sort of large feline. It looked much like a mouser, a common city cat bred to keep the rodents down, only this beast was much larger with honey-colored fur covered in dark spots. Now that would make a useful warrior, Seth thought, and though the species was unknown to him, and though it pained him to end its supple beauty, the thought of a warrior with such grace intrigued Seth so much that he reached out with his mental abilities and left only a wisp of ash in the wind as he stripped the life from the animal. That’s when it occurred to Seth that he had been mistaken all along.

  Leaping down from his mount, Seth looked to Borrik and Jonas, each of them two parts man and one part wolf. Though Seth had melded them with orcs, making them larger, stronger and faster, their perfection was mostly due to the combined sum of their man and wolf sides. So although they would not be as big or as fast or as strong as their captains, if Seth were to spl
it the life of each wolf his men brought, adding half of its life each to two separate humans, he would create the same ratio. These troops would be less than the originals, but still superior to an average man.

  Seth summoned Borrik with a wave and gave the orders for his men to keep the wolves just over the last hill behind them. Borrik relayed the order. Seth himself then ordered the humans to create two single lines to each side of the narrow road as near the hill as possible. Watching as his fellow humans rushed to comply, Seth walked down the forming lines of his followers, looking for something specific. He noted as Sara took the reins of both his and her mounts and led the animals over a further hill to distance them from what was about to happen so as to not spook the beasts. Seth walked on, viewing over a hundred of his newest followers, before finding who it was that he was looking for.

  Several hundred yards into his search, Seth came across two young women, who appeared to be sisters. They shared the same features, though one was obviously the older of the two. Both girls had sandy-colored hair with hazel eyes and pale creamy skin. Neither of them had yet reached the age of adulthood and Seth guessed one to be near seventeen, the other fourteen or fifteen. Both girls had already matured fully, and looking beyond their soiled clothes and hair, they had a common beauty. Seth asked them if they were sure they wanted to join the ranks of his troops, if it meant becoming less human. Both girls with a slightly fearful look nodded in determination. Placing a hand upon each of their foreheads Seth unleashed the power of the great feline within him, and channeling it in equal proportions he poured the energy into the women as sweet moans of pleasure escaped their lips and their bodies trembled in delight. As the girls wriggled beneath his touch, sighing at the pleasurable effects of the life washing through them, Seth watched as their skin slowly vanished beneath coats of fur, soft as velvet. He watched as spots appeared on the honey-colored fur, and continued to watch still as their ears grew to points and their noses flattened out, becoming wider. Above their top lips whiskers sprouted from evenly spaced follicles. Seth still clung to the young women as their groans of pleasure turned into purrs and they ceased their wriggling, regaining control of themselves. Seth stood back, admiring his work as gasps came from those nearby who had witnessed the creation of the pair of exotic beauties. Seth, however, was not prepared for what happened next.

  While he gazed at them, the older of the girls stood up and began stripping off her clothes. A moment later the younger of the two began doing the same. If the girls had been commonly beautiful before, now they were absolutely ravishing and exotic as well. Their shapely bodies remained with all the perfect womanly curves of their humanity, and as they discarded their clothing Seth was if nothing else a bit embarrassed to discover that their bodies were not covered entirely with the short fur coat. In fact, starting at their necks and all the way down their breasts and abdomens to just below their navels, the flesh appeared remarkably unchanged. Their nipples remained pink and their flesh that of a pale milky quality. Seth too was shocked to find that, as the women turned to admire one another, each had grown a tail, which explained the need to shed their clothing. Impressed by the outcome, and now completely assured it would work with the wolves as well, Seth turned and strode back to the beginning of the line where Borrik and Jonas awaited him.

  As he approached, Seth decided how his scheme could be pulled off with the least strain to himself. Seth then gave his men their orders, and before Sara could even return from wherever she had tethered the horses, he began altering his followers to create fierce warriors of them all.

  Beginning with the first two men, Seth placed his hands upon their forearms, and reaching with his mind he dispatched the first wolf beyond the hill behind him. It was a short distance of maybe twenty yards, and the strain was barely noticeable at all as Seth drew the life force across the distance between himself and where the wolf had been. Then drawing the power into himself, he released it simultaneously in equal proportions into the two men before him. As the men began to change Seth released them, allowing Borrik and Jonas to grab the men under the arms and drag them away to complete their transformation, allowing yet another pair of people to take the front of the line. Thus the process continued, Seth altering two of his subjects at a time, both men and women, and as he had guessed, by keeping the proportion of two thirds man and one third wolf, he created with each transformation a creature of balanced perfection. These wolf soldiers were smaller than those he had altered incorporating orcs, remaining roughly their original size, but even so they would be ferocious fighters using feral instincts, claws and teeth to dispatch their foes. Two by two Seth repeated the procedure again and again, taking no time to rest between the repetitions.

  Sometime shortly after beginning, Sara had returned and sat herself upon the grass, deciding it best that she should watch from a short distance, remaining out of the way. Over an hour into the process and nearly half completed, Sara watched as two half-nude oddly-mutated but beautiful girls gracefully approached Seth and attempted to curl up at his feet rubbing their bare breasts upon his legs. Though Seth appeared not to notice, so lost in his work, Borrik and Jonas swiftly sent the girls scattering with a bark and a growl.

  Over three hours and four hundred and sixty two transformations later, Seth stood with his muscles cramping and body trembling, looking out over the small army he had created. His clothes beneath his armor were drenched, and his eyes stung from the sweat that had poured into them over the last hours. He had pushed himself to his limit, and beyond, but even so he had remained in control of himself, clinging to consciousness but mentally exhausted. Seth began to feel better as soon as he finished. Borrik had brought a flask of ale, and Sara approached to lend her body for him to lean upon, and within moments he cooled down, began to relax and his muscles began to un-cramp and eventually the trembling faded as well.

  Seth beheld a sight unlike any other the world had ever seen before. Upon the grassy hills all around him the race of wolf men and women of his creation bounded and lunged, racing this way and that, learning the limitations of their new incredible bodies. Each and every one of Seth’s creations knew him to be their god and creator, and fortunately for Seth a hierarchy was already established simply by how the entire process had been performed. As Seth’s men had defeated the numerous alphas of all the packs they encountered, they thus became the alpha, and so each wolf they ruled, when split through Seth into two people, came again conscious to their bodies now in tune with their feral sides, and automatically aligned themselves with the alpha of Seth’s creation. No battle for dominance had ensued and Seth had incidentally created ranks among his troops by complete accident. Each of his original seven men had their own packs, making them his captains. The captains all served Borrik as their alpha, making him their general, and the leader of the entire united pack of wolf men and women. This realized, Seth formally announced Borrik as his second-in-command and Jonas as Sara’s personal bodyguard and third-in-command.

  Thus Seth stood upon a hilltop moments later looking over his small army of magnificent soldiers, admiring his work with Sara in her beautifully menacing armor, believing that with his troops there stood a chance of victory in the days to come. Reaching out and squeezing Sara’s hand, Seth gave Borrik the order to form up his troops and prepare for a long march. Watching as the multitude of wolf people responded instantly to an unspoken command, Seth felt he had finally done something right. Then following Sara’s lead, Seth and his personal angel went to retrieve their mounts, hand in hand, trailed closely by both Borrik and Jonas. Mounting the great beasts, they drove heels to flanks setting a break-neck pace for the newly created army.

  Seth reined in his mount to slow down as he caught sight of the first massive plumes of smoke on the horizon. He and Sara had run their mounts hard all afternoon watching the mountain range ahead grow at a steady rate, trying to cover the distance as quickly as possible. Seth’s new army, smaller in stature than his previously created wolf men, were har
d pressed to keep up the pace, though keep up they did. Seth witnessed from time to time the two young women he had joined with the great feline bounding over the hills parallel to his army with amazing grace and agility, and he knew he should like to create more like them one day. Seth looked to his side, gaining Borrik's attention, and shouted orders to his second-in-command. Almost instantly the army of beast men and women following his mount began to fan out across the ever steepening hills and ravines. He had fewer than five hundred troops at his disposal, including nearly two dozen wolves remaining, but he wanted to make as impressive an entrance as possible. He had seen looks of disbelief in the eyes of some who rode in the king's retinue, and he had noted Vladmere's scrutinizing sneer. Seth planned to have the last laugh. Shouting for Borrik to relay more orders as they grew nearer the main army, the darkened silhouetted forms of his troops faded in the dwindling light of evening as they fell back following the orders of their creator.

  Minutes later Seth and Sara rode into camp with Borrik and Jonas sprinting to either side. Locating the largest tent in camp, Seth slowed his mount to a trot as they approached unhindered. In front of the tent, gathered in a small circle stood the king and all of his advisors and councilors. Seth could not have planned it more perfectly.

  Hearing the approach of the horses, all who stood huddled with the king raised their heads and turned to see who had come. Though many looked at Seth and his companions with mixed emotions, it was the king who finally spoke first.

  "Well met, Lord Seth," the king greeted him. "Happy to see you have arrived unscathed." The king looked at Seth and his three companions and, assuming the worst, simply smiled compassionately.

  "Yes, Lord Seth, glad to see you have arrived with your dogs. Will your troops be arriving anytime soon?" Vladmere spoke up from the crowd in an attempt to belittle the man already proven his better.