The Crystal Bard: A LitRPG Adventure (Kingmaker Saga Book 2)
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
About LitRPG
Special Thanks
The Hundred Halls Universe
Also by Thomas K. Carpenter
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
The Crystal Bard
Book Two in the Kingmaker Saga
By
Thomas K. Carpenter
&
Rachel J. Carpenter
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The Crystal Bard
Book Two in the Kingmaker Saga
A LitRPG Adventure
Copyright © 2020 by Thomas K. Carpenter
Copyright © 2020 by Rachel J. Carpenter
Published by Black Moon Books
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Chapter One
Terran spotted an enormous carcass across the hill, near an old rockslide. He sent Luna a mental message while he jogged through the pine trees, keeping a wary eye out for critters that might want to rip his throat out. Since they'd left the familiar confines of the Rock Leaf Forest, moving towards the ocean, the trees had changed to oak and hickory. They couldn't yet smell the salty air, but they occasionally spotted white birds with long beaks drifting on the breeze.
They'd been tracking the essence for two days without spotting their prey. He'd been scouting the edges of the Rock Leaf Elf territory—his territory, he reminded himself—to make sure no Crag Trolls returned while they repaired the damage from the attack. He'd been standing on a cliff overlooking the stream that ran north of the settlement when he felt the strong pull at the center of his breastbone, more severe than when he'd encountered the Spirit Bear, though his position as Champion of the Mother Tree might have made him more sensitive to the lost essences that once had been a part of the Rock Leaf Elves' home.
To level the settlement to the third rank, he needed two more essences, and he needed to gain higher ranks if he wanted to get his friends back faster, so he'd set off after the essence with Luna at his side, since no one else could help him.
But the creature that had the essence had thus far eluded them, leaving no tracks, only the mangled bodies of its prey, which confused Terran and his companion. Only the constant tugging of the essence had given him any way to find it.
The carcass near the rockslide had been reduced to a head and a large set of curved ribs. Flies covered the chunks of meat left on the bones. They scattered when he waved his hands but quickly buzzed back to their meal. The size of the carcass worried Terran. Examining the head revealed that it'd been a dire boar, not quite the size of the Spirit Bear, but large enough to give a hunter pause. Terran pulled out his dagger and poked through the bloody remains for clues.
"If you want a snack, we can stop for lunch," said Luna, coming from upslope. "I've eaten three preacher bugs and a wounded squirrel since we met up last."
Crouched on his heels with the tip of the dagger beneath what looked like a mostly eaten liver, he said, "Wounded squirrel?"
Luna sat on her haunches. "I pushed it out of a tree."
Terran scrunched up his face. "I thought those little critters could fall great distances without getting hurt."
Luna glanced askew. "I might have broken its front legs first. Hard to tell when I was sinking my teeth into its backside. Learn anything?"
"The guts are mostly here, except for the liver," said Terran. "There's a ton of meat left too. Whatever is killing these creatures, it's mostly interested in the liver, and not much else."
"Tracks?"
"Only a cursory look, but nothing obvious. Nothing a creature big enough to take down a dire boar should be making." He looked into the cerulean sky. "Unless it has wings. A bird of some kind. A very big bird."
[You have increased your skill Nature's Lore]
Skill: Nature's Lore 6 (INT)
Took you long enough…
Luna quickly slunk down, keeping her gaze upon the sky. "Bird? Well, since neither of us have wings, there's little chance we can find this stupid thing, which means we should just go back to the settlement."
Terran crossed his arms. "It isn't like you to give up on a hunt. What gives?"
"Do you know how some birds kill their prey? They pick them up, way high, then drop them on the rocks so they're nice and tender for eating," said Luna.
"Didn't you just do that to a squirrel?" asked Terran.
"Exactly," said Luna with an air of superiority. "I'd rather not become lunch."
"If we stay in the trees, we should be fine. Nothing that large can fit through this tangled mess," said Terran.
"Sure you don't want to go back? Chanterelle seems to want to test the weight capabilities of your hammock quite often. Might be necessary for another round," said Luna.
"Fine. We'll go a little further and then turn back," said Terran. "Now that we know we're looking for a bird, maybe we'll have better luck."
The Rock Leaf Lynx stayed by his side as they moved through the trees, not even making one comment about the noise his footsteps made. The further they went, the more Terran kept waiting for her to say something.
"What?" she asked, stopping mid-stride. "You keep looking at me."
"You haven't said anything about how loud I've been moving through the trees. The last few days you haven't let up. It's kind of worrying me that you've been so quiet."
The lynx blinked. "Hmm...fine." She sat on her haunches and cleared her throat. "Are you sure you're not a subrace of plain rock, rather than Rock Leaf Elf? The goal is to avoid the sticks, not break every one on the ground. Did you know what they call Rock Leaf Elves that can't move silently? Humans."
He applauded quietly. "That's better."
She crouched towards the earth in the semblance of a bow, then fell in next to him as they continued their hunt. A little time afterward, she said, "You clapped quieter than you walk."
"Okay, that's enough," said Terran, the corners of his lips tugging upward.
"I can't turn this off once it gets started," said Luna as her tail swished with pleasure.
Further comments were swallowed away as the forest ended. The hillside ascended rapidly, but that wasn't what made them stop midstride. The pines of the next hill had been stripped of needles and knocked down. It looked like there had been a big explosion, sending the trees in multiple directions. Terran whistled softly at the destruction. He couldn't imagine what could have caused it.
"I hope you're not planning on heading into that," said Luna. "Unless you're looking to make noise by stepping on bigger and better sticks."
"I wonder what caused this?" he asked.
Luna padded onto the fallen trees. Between the rotting trunks, saplings grew. They were no taller than Terran, with green, leafy extensions.
"It happened a long time ago," he said. "On that other side, the trees are larger, suggesting that this didn't happen all at once."
Using her furry gray paw, Luna tapped on a tree wound that looked like huge gouges.
"Haven't we seen marks like this on the dead bodies?" she asked.
"You're right," he said, "which means we're close to the creature's nest."
Luna hunched low, her hackles bristling as she scanned the sky. "I hear something…"
Terran caught the scraping of claws across the canopies, and he turned, throwing himself between two trunks as the massive winged creature dove from above. It'd been skimming the trees to stay out of sight, and had used their advance into the open to attack.
As it soared past, looping around for another attack, Terran scrambled up the log, ignoring the pain from where he'd cracked his shoulder. The bird creature—he took a second look fearing he'd knocked his senses loose when throwing himself to the ground—had wide eagle wings and the feathered head of an elk. It was called a peryton. A level 14 peryton to be exact.
He might have stood on the log gawking longer had it not been diving towards him, claws extended to snatch him away.
Terran threw stone shards at the peryton, hoping to deflect its dive, but the spell mostly hit the feathery underside, dealing no damage. Claws caught him across the shoulder, and bright red pain shot through his vision, forcing him to dive between the logs again.
The peryton perched over the logs, reaching between with its claws, slashing and grasping for Terran as he scrambled to push himself further beneath the rotting wood. The peryton tried to shove its head through the gap to snap at him, but its horns couldn't fit past the logs. A painful, earsplitting screech had Terran throwing his hands over his ears.
He reached through the earth, hoping to find deep stone, but these were old hills, worn down and turned to soil. He would find no weapon from the ground.
[You have increased the skill Earth Sense]
Skill: Earth Sense 2 (END)
Not that it did you any good.
The peryton grasped for him with its claws again, so Terran triggered his Rock Leaf armor, rendering himself invisible. A screech from the peryton signaled its displeasure, but it didn't move from the logs, continuing to slam its claws into the ground, trying to pierce Terran like a shish kebob.
The peryton shoved its claws into the nearby log and flapped its wings to lift it. Terran saw what the winged beast was going to do, so he scrambled from his hiding spot, running across the logs to escape, but in his confusion he ran towards more empty space rather than the protective cover of the trees.
Hurry, Terran. Luna spoke into his mind. It's going to be able to see you soon.
"No shit," he mumbled to himself as the peryton, despite his invisibility, oriented itself towards him and, with one swift beat of its wings, launched itself right at him. He barely took a single step before the peryton caught him around the midsection.
He was ascending quickly into the sky before he realized the peryton hadn't gutted him with its claws. He was reminded of Luna's fears as the horned bird climbed into the bright sky.
A glance to the earth made his head spin with vertigo. He reached into a pouch to pull out a pine cone, when his stomach lurched into his neck.
Plummeting rapidly towards the ground, Terran lost all sense of pride and screamed his bloody head off.
The earth approached in three rapid blinks.
Rolling hills.
Decimated hillside.
Impact.
You have been slain!
Chapter Two
He groaned awake in the shadow of the Mother Tree, his bones aching as if they'd been gnawed on by giants. The scene of impacting the ground replayed in his mind, leaving him nauseous. He couldn't even open his eyes to see who approached.
"Terran the Tenacious," said Petram, the shaman of the tribe. "I thought you were out hunting with Luna?"
Terran forced his eyes open, grimacing at the headache he endured. "I was. We found an essence and tracked it down."
Petram looked around the clearing. "I assume if Luna is not here that you were unsuccessful in your quest."
The shaman's words brought a pop-up in his vision.
You have been given a quest: Acquire the Mother Tree essence from the Peryton
Reward: Essence of the Mother Tree
A little revenge would be nice too
"The essence is in a peryton," said Terran, shoving his hand into his hair in hopes of reducing the aching. "It dropped me from the sky. Was not a fun death."
"I can assume you will be heading back soon? Finding another essence is quite exciting and will help the tribe considerably," said Petram with his hands clasped in front of him.
"I'm going to need some levels before I go back, and a way to deal with a flying creature. All my spells are useless against it, and Luna's afraid of big birds," said Terran.
"Well, then you have time to meet some of our new arrivals. A dozen elves showed up while you were out hunting the peryton. Several are from the bard college," he added with an almost imperceptible sneer.
Terran cocked his head to the side. "The bard college?"
"They are the lore keepers of our race," Petram said in a huff of breath.
"Do you not like them?" Terran innocently asked.
Petram shrugged noncommittally. "Come. Meet them for yourself."
Terran regretted moving as he tried to sit up, causing a spike of pain to his temple. The world spun around him. He dropped his head between his knees and waited for the pain to subside before he moved again. It took several minutes of deep breathing, but eventually Terran was able to steady himself and follow Petram.
"Remind me to pack a parachute if I'm going to try that again," he whined to Petram while massaging his temples.
The pair slowly made their way to the central fire pit. Elves flitted throughout the settlement. All the damage from the Crag Troll attack had been repaired and they were busy going about their normal daily routines.
"I believe I asked for a mug of tea," Terran heard an irritated voice say formally as they neared the gathering.
Elia, the Mother Tree tender, passed a steaming mug to a slender elf who sat perfectly upright on a log, his deep purple robes carefully arranged around him. The entitled expression on the elf's gaunt face didn't waver as he accepted the drink with the slightest of nods. Terran caught an eye roll from Elia as she passed him, returning to her work at the Mother Tree.
"Hello. Welcome to the glen," Terran said, inclining his head in the traditional Rock Leaf Elf greeting.
The slender elf wrinkled his nose. "That is not the proper greeting for someone of my stature," he said, turning away.
Terran looked back to Petram, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Zaros, I do believe that is not the proper greeting for
someone of Terran's stature as the Chieftain of Gneiss Glen," Petram said with his eyebrows raised.
Zaros's head snapped back around with a furrowed brow. "What? This green human returned the Mother Tree and some of her essence? That cannot be true."
"Oh, but it is." Petram patted Terran on the back.
Zaros stood and fully inclined his head toward Terran. "In that case, I am Zaros, headmaster of the Crystalline Conservatory. We are the true keepers of lore and trainers of the Crystal Bards."
Terran mimicked Zaros's gesture. "I am Terran, Chieftain of Gneiss Glen and companion of Luna, the last remaining Rock Leaf Lynx." Terran thought adding the information about Luna somehow made him seem more legit.
The newcomer's eyes went wide at the mention of Luna.
"Where is the lynx now?" Zaros asked.
"She will be along in a few hours. I have just returned from a scouting mission for a second essence, and she chose to stay out hunting." Terran fibbed because he thought it was important not to mention his death to Zaros.
"We look forward to meeting her and recording her tale," Zaros said, returning to his seat with a scowl and turning his back on Terran.
Terran stood with his mouth open, trying to think of something else to say. When nothing came to mind, he shook his head and moved to the fire to make himself a mug of the minty smelling tea. As he was ladling hot water into his mug, a pudgy elf with deep blue eyes and laugh lines around his mouth approached Terran.
"I am Jondar," the elf said quietly to Terran. "I'm Zaros's apprentice," he added, inclining his head then taking a swig from a flask he dug out of his pocket.
Terran smiled and nodded his head in respect. "Pleased to meet you, Jondar. Where have you all traveled from?"
"I'm not allowed to answer questions," he said, taking another small sip from the flask and returning to his seat next to Zaros.
Terran really didn't know what to make of these new elves. They were far less friendly, and he worried they would not fit in well with the others. He didn't want to stay and chat, so he sipped his tea while making the rounds, checking on all the trees of the settlement, hoping to catch a glimpse of Chanterelle doing her training. Watching her lithe body move through her routines always put Terran at ease.