Death Knight Box Set Books 1-5: A humorous power fantasy series

by Michael Chatfield

  Tamarra took the emblem, only shaking a little bit. “I will do my best to not let you down.” Tamarra bowed to Claire.

  “They will be counting on you, as will I.” Claire gave her a deep look and grabbed her arm, comforting her. “I wouldn’t give you the position if I didn’t think you couldn’t handle it.”

  That seemed to make Tamarra gain some strength as she straightened and nodded.

  Claire led the way onto the merchant vessel.

  “We’ll send a postcard,” Damien said.

  “With your drawing, I think I might be more scared than pleased to get it,” Tamarra said.

  “The younger generation are brutal with their comebacks,” Damien complained to Anthony.

  “It hurts some days. I have been working on my comeback book. We should check each other’s notes and be prepared,” An- thony said.

  It wasn’t ten minutes after they stepped aboard the Tenacious that they were being pulled by an overhead crane toward the en- trance.

  They passed through the illusion-covered entrance. Their sails opened as the water and air mages went to work. The ship started to pick up its speed as it cut to the west and they started on their path.

  They would make a stop in central Ilsal, one in eastern central Epan, then southern Ilsal before cutting east and heading for Radal. “I hate boats,” Aila complained as she went to the rear of the

  ship.

  “Well, at least this time you have your own rope!” Anthony said. She had grabbed some rope from somewhere.

  “Might be a messy one,” Anthony muttered to Tommie.

  “I’m going to check on Ramona, Rachel and Ryan,” Tommie said.

  “Okay.” Anthony tried to sound chipper as Tommie turned and headed below decks.

  Seems that something is weighing on his mind. I’ll give him some space and see if he can figure it out on his own. Anthony looked to the front of the ship. People moved around, operating the ship.

  “Just like the old days, off on a new adventure,” he said.

  “I think too much time has passed for me to look at adventure the same way.” Claire leaned back into him.

  Anthony held her in his arms. “But who knows what might be beyond the horizon?”

  “A country that is controlled by our enemy through deception, that carved out the Guardians and replaced themselves as the pow- er in the nation. People who instead of banding together as they did in their times of need, attacked one another over age-old feuds that have nothing to do with the current generation.”

  Anthony held her tighter. “It looks grim now, but the sun will rise tomorrow and a new day will come.”

  “I don’t have that kind of optimism anymore. What if Dena is no longer our Dena, but the Drafeng’s Dena?”

  “The battle hasn’t started yet. We can’t be defeated before we even start,” Anthony said.

  Claire turned to face him straight on. “I have been here for hundreds of years, but what have I been able to do? I have raised a handful of people and called them judges. I watched the Guardians fall apart. I watched the lines between nations reform and armies march to war against their neighbors. I was unable to do anything as I sat there, waiting on an island.”

  “You could have just closed yourself up and done noth- ing—you didn’t need to do anything like that. You did what you could.” Anthony took on a commanding tone.

  “Did I do everything, though?” Claire asked in a low voice.

  Anthony held her tighter, feeling her heart in a mess. He felt her inner pain and wanted to take away those doubts and replace it with hope. He knew he couldn’t but he desperately wished he could.

  She was one of the most powerful battle mages in the war. She was a leader of Guardians, someone who was being looked at to be the next head of the Guardians. She had turned on her vows to try to save those she cared about. She had then watched as her friends

  and the organization she would have given her life for was torn apart. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

  Anthony couldn’t understand this at all and he knew that he couldn’t, so he just hugged her as they shot across the waves.

  Chapter: War Front

  “When I was younger, I was excited, I was happy to go to war, to show to the others in my unit, to the people back home that I was a warrior, a real fighter. Now when I see all of the men and women of the legion marching, I can’t help but see war. The bodies, the death, the smell. Losing that happiness I had before,” Gus said to Su. They were riding atop their caravans along a paved road. They were com- ing down off a hill and could see over the trees. The different forts that ran along the border were filled with those from the beast kin legions.

  Smoke rose from the camps ahead of them.

  Su looked in the distance. “I used to think that the humans and the people on the other side were just targets, unfeeling things to be destroyed. Now...” Su shook his head. “They’re just someone like us, fighting for their homes, for the people that they love. Some kid who thinks he can become an adult by going to war.”

  “Funny how quickly history is forgotten by those in positions of power. How generals who were in the rear are quick to make up plans to send young men and women forth once more, to die for their nation,” Gus agreed as they fell into silence.

  Su looked back, checking on the rest of the trading caravan. All of the registered traders in Selenus were now moving supplies for the military up to the front lines.

  “We shouldn’t be far from Easthall now.” Su sat back down and got comfortable.

  Gus grunted as they kept going.

  It wasn’t long before they saw the sparse village that marked their next stop.

  “I’ll be back in a minute.” Su drew his mount up and got on, unhooking them from the carriage as he rode up to the gates.

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  “What is your business here?” a guard asked from the walls.

  Other archers were ready to draw their bows if they needed to.

  “I have supplies for the war effort. I have my paperwork here. We’re to stay here one night before moving to the line.” Su held up his papers.

  A bucket on string dropped from the parapet. “Papers in the bucket.”

  Su put them in and secured the lid.

  The bucket rose once again. Su waited as the caravan got closer. “All right, you are granted access. We’ll need to inspect your goods and your people’s papers at the gate, though,” the disembod-

  ied voice said from above.

  “Very well.” Su sighed internally. The whole process was to make sure that they weren’t spies, or carrying black market items. It was a lengthy process that took a few hours.

  The gates opened and guards came out.

  “Name is Lieutenant Pell. Sorry about this all, but orders...” the young woman said to Su.

  “I know it only too well. Did my stint not that long ago,” Su said.

  She seemed to relax a little. “Mind if you come with us as we’re inspecting? Might make things a bit faster,” she suggested.

  “Certainly.” Su nodded.

  They checked the people of the caravan, and then the caravans before the guards allowed them in.

  They entered the small village. There wasn’t much to it. The majority of the roads were a mix of mud and gravel. The buildings were mostly wood and stone. The wall and the barracks were made of stone and were the most impressive buildings there. There were several smithies and supporting industries in the village that were owned and operated by the military to repair or build anything that the line needed. There were plenty of young children and people,

  the families and partners of those serving on the line. Close enough to see their loved ones every few months, but far enough that they could run if the line was breached.

  Su saw a middle-aged beast kin from one of the lizard clans looking after young beast kin pups. She looked tired and worn down but devoted to her tasks as she handled some dozen or so young pups.

  Lieute
nant Pell looked in the same direction.

  “That’s Lady S. She came here a few weeks or a month back. She can’t talk at all. Don’t know where she came from. She accepts a pittance in pay, stays in the inn, doesn’t buy a place. She started to help out people around town, a few people here and there. She can’t speak, just communicates by writing or gestures. Not many people know how to read around here, so it’s hard for us to know what she means. As time went on, people asked her to look after bigger things, till now she looks after the babes and children of the village. She even takes care of the discarded children.”

  “That’s noble of her,” Su said.

  Lieutenant Pell nodded. “Now, for your accommodation, you will be situated in these buildings. I’ll have a guard watch over the caravans for you so you can all get some sleep.”

  “Much appreciated. It’s been a hard trip,” Su said.

  “Beyond here, it’s all wildlands. Your convoy escort should be arriving in a few hours to take you to the line.”

  “How are things on the line?” Su asked.

  “We’re ready for war. The legions have all been mobilized. It just needs the final order now.”

  Su nodded, feeling a series of complex emotions. “Well, I hope that the order doesn’t come. Burying sons and daughters is harder than anything I know of.”

  ***

  “Commander,” Legionnaire Raul said by way of greeting to Tysien as she walked up onto the wall for her early morning stroll.

  “Any issues?”

  “None through the night,” Raul said respectfully. They had worked together in Skalafell, getting to know each other closely.

  Tysien was devoted to her legion and made sure she knew what was going on at all times. “The enemy make any moves?” Tysien took out a spyglass and looked across at the opposing fortresses.

  “Moving troops and supplies but nothing else. Do we know when this might be kicking off, or if it will?” Raul asked.

  Tysien lowered her spyglass, her face tight. “There is word that the Church of Light has brought their affirmation units and saints.” Raul’s expression turned dark as he spat over the wall. “Those affirmation units are nothing but greedy, bloodthirsty criminals given power and the right to practice their debauched ways on oth-

  er people from Dena.”

  Tysien’s anger built within her, thinking on the scenes she had seen after the affirmation units had passed through, ‘cleansing’ and making sure that the people of towns and villages ‘atoned for their sins of the flesh.’

  It didn’t matter to them whether the town surrendered or not. No leader was able to stop them. Even the human generals fear what they might do if they report on them badly to the Church of Light.

  Her mind turned along a new path.

  Though we are not clean of these sins either. When there might be people who came from those villages and cities that lead a unit to get revenge, their crimes are no less.

  Tysien looked at the parapet, lost in her thoughts.

  Who is right in the end? Who is the victim? Are we both just killing one another for the sake of killing?

  “Seems that there will be new supplies coming in a few days. Heard there might be some fresh fruit,” Raul said, trying to distract her as he saw the expression on her face.

  “I’ll trust it when I see it,” Tysien said in a sarcastic voice, mak- ing Raul crack a smile and chuckle.

  “Ain’t that the truth.”

  “Let me know if you need anything. You know where to find me.”

  “Yes, Commander,” Raul said.

  Tysien headed back down the stairs, her mind filled with differ- ent thoughts. I wonder if Letanya is over there. I wonder what hap- pened to her, for her to become the way she is now.

  Tysien’s thinking had changed since she had been punished by Anthony’s bound clan spirit.

  “No matter what or why, I’ll do my duty. I’ll look after my peo- ple and see that as many of them make it through this war as possi- ble.”

  She reached the bottom of the stairs and walked across the space between the outer wall and the living and training areas.

  Supplies were stacked up against the wall. Trebuchets and ranged weaponry were prepared but unloaded on the stone rooftops. Squads moved around in groups; their faces were hard and expressionless, but she could see the cocktail of emotions in their eyes.

  The leaders of the squads nodded to her in greeting. Saluting wasn’t allowed on the battlefield.

  Feeling the weight of her command, she hunched her shoulders and kept walking.

  ***

  General Hugo Fysher was an older man, reaching well past his mid- dle age and reaching his old age. Gray and white weaved into his black hair.

  He bent over the map, studying it. Messengers arrived, passing information to the map attendants, who shifted troop markers around as new units arrived on either side of the line.

  The line extended from the mountain range in the north to the Deepwood in the south. Fortresses lined the mountain passes and ran along the Deepwood, to make sure that the beast kin couldn’t flank them.

  General Fysher had another name, a nickname: the Jade Gen- eral. He wore a green armor that seemed to shine in the light. If one was to look closely, they would see a familiar apparently swimming through his armor lazily. When those eyes looked at someone, it felt as if their soul were being laid bare.

  “It looks like the legion has moved up in force with current ten- sions. They are using civilian traders to reinforce their supply lines. We don’t know the situation along the Deepwood border on the Selenus side, but we have secured our own borders. General Volkov is commanding that front.

  “On our side of the line, we have reinforced the mountain pass- es. We have forty-seven fortresses that are garrisoned and prepared by the Seventh and Eighth Armies. The Third, Fifth, and Sixth Radal Armies are all prepared to attack or react as needed. The aim will be to engage them in a defensive battle and use the paths that we have created or discovered through the mountains to attack. Once the fighting has started, we will slowly start shifting forces se- cretly from across Radal to the mountain range and pass through there. Once the army is established there, we will go all out attack- ing the beast kin border armies, locking them into combat with us as our army within the mountain pass clears the beast kin pass-

  es from behind, allowing us to move the First, Second, and Ninth Army to drive right into the heart of Selenus.”

  People looked at the map, impressed by the plan that the Jade General and the other leaders of the military had come up with.

  Creating paths through the mountain range took a consider- able amount of time and resources but they had never heard of it.

  It showed that this plan had been thought up a long time ago and remained secret for as long as possible.

  A man coughed in the back of the room. Everyone looked over to see Bryce Woods. He wore a simple and stained robe, and looked like nothing more than a simple and humble older man, with a soft smile on his face and a full, white, bushy beard.

  General Fysher looked at the man. He’d seen that same gentle smile as he tortured and killed his enemies, freeing them from their sins. One dangerous and psychotic individual.

  Fysher was always vigilant when dealing with those from the Church of Light.

  “Oh, sorry to interrupt.” Woods laughed, putting his hand to his chest in apology.

  Even knowing it was all an act, the others in the room—gener- als and leaders of thousands—smiled and made it clear that it was completely fine.

  “I do have a few points to make, if I could, General?” Bryce’s smile widened as he looked at Fysher.

  Inwardly, he ground his teeth. Officially, the church was only here to act as support, though they were clearly taking control in different ways. Most of the officers and those in higher ranks were Church of Light followers. The church made sure to treat them with the utmost respect.

  “Please.” General Fysher indicated for W
oods to speak. We haven’t even fought and they’ve taken control. If we win, they’ll make it because the church was there. If we lose, then it will all fall on to me.

  Bryce stepped up and walked to the table. Everyone made room for him and his saints.

  Fysher saw a familiar face. His eyebrows knit together as he stared at the saint to Woods’s right, who sneered right back at him. Major Rae, that nut job I had manning the south and who start-

  ed taking control of cities with his subordinates to increase his power and cleanse the south of deceivers? What does Bryce have planned?

  “While we must focus out, we must be aware of the diseases within,” Woods said in a serious voice, making a few of the officers pale as they nodded and agreed with Woods.

  Fysher felt uneasy. The church had done it before where they had purged units and armies of officers who allied with the forces of darkness. They offered testimonies from the convicted.

  Anyone would admit to going against the church to stop being tor- tured or to see their friends and families survive; of course they were able to get their ‘evidence.’ If they purge my command, then we’ll al- ready be half dead before the beast kin even attack us!

  “I would like to present to you Saint Rae. He has been accepted into the ranks of saints through his devotions to the church and to the people of Radal. To protect our lands, he sent out his own com- manders to root out those among the dirtied villages and towns that are cesspools of corruption and crime, with people who have come into our lands illegally, or are not human and spread their corrupted beliefs. These people need to understand that this is the land of Radal, made by humans and for humans. We will not accept others!”