Emerilia Series Box Set 3

by Michael Chatfield

  “Wish I could do two things at once.” Kol looked at the magical circuit Steve had drawn. He stared at the completed design silently for a few minutes.

  “Well, we are going to be changing that piece of garbage!” Kol declared, writing out another series of runes as Steve put down the book. “First, we’ll get you a better way to sense yourself and things around you. Then, you can probably upgrade most of the code in you with the knowledge you now have.” Kol bent to work.

  “Wow, I thought I was near my peak, but damn this is a lot of information.” Steve flipped through the book’s pages at an alarming speed.

  “Good, then tell me if this would work.” Kol let Steve see the code he’d written down.

  “That should work, much better than the last.” Steve winced.

  “Good. Can’t have my people going out with you when you’re only half functional!”

  Chapter 2: In High Towers and Back Rooms

  “Next!” Jules yelled.

  A Demon walked in through the door, his face nearly split in half by a scar that cut through the Demon’s eye, nose, and mouth. He walked with a limp; his right knee looked to be shattered and his right arm had been torn apart, with only a small nub holding onto the crutch that held him up.

  Jules was running the healing clinic within the Stone Raiders’ Guild Hall.

  “Please take a seat.” She waved to the examination table.

  He slumped onto the table, his one eye glazed over as if he were headed for the executioner’s block.

  Jules pressed her hand against the Demon to better sense his injuries. The damage was pretty bad and it would take some time, but with what she’d been able to do for Kol and the other mangled patients who had come to see her, she simply rubbed her hands together, preparing herself for the task ahead.

  “Okay, the head’s going to take some time. The arm will be something you need to come back here regularly to get checked on its progress as we’ll have to grow it from something else. Good thing for you that here, with the Stone Raiders, we’ve created the skill to clone people’s anatomy. I also see that your wing is a bit messed up. If you want, we can start today. We can get everything but your limbs sorted out right now,” Jules said.

  The Demon looked up to her as if fearing to believe her.

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Make yourself comfortable and we’ll get started in a few minutes. I need a few supplies.” Jules pulled things out of cupboards and put them onto a rolling table. She pulled out more items from her bag of holding.

  “Why are you doing this for me?” The Demon spoke slowly so that he didn’t mess up the words with his broken jaw and torn lips.

  “Back on Earth, I took an oath to help anyone when I can, no matter what, so that’s what I’m doing. Lie back please.” Jules wheeled the table over.

  “Thank you,” the Demon said, tears in his remaining eye. Although the Demons seemed to have gotten over most of the conditioning that made them think that unless they were a fighter they were useless, the ones in the DCA didn’t know anything else. Having their bodies torn apart and made useless terrified them. As they had criticized one another for weakness to get stronger, they were now the weak ones. Jules wasn’t just healing their bodies; she was giving them back the life that they had devoted themselves to.

  “When you wake up, this is just going to be a bad memory.” Jules smiled to the Demon as tears fell from his face. Jules cast a sleep spell on him. His eyes closed and Jules rolled up her sleeves. It was her seventh patient today. While others fought and warred to gain their levels, she toiled away with the wounded and broken.

  Whether it was farmhands from Verlun or those who had been injured in Devil’s Crater or in Cliff-Hill, they all had wounds that they wouldn’t normally be able to heal. For some, it was because it was too expensive. For others, the wounds were too severe for POE medics to deal with.

  It was a small thing, but to them, it was huge. When Jules had suggested it, Josh had given her access to the treasury and all the support he could muster.

  “We might be visitors to this world, but the POEs, I can’t help but feel protective of. Help the worst and those who are allied with us first, but heal whoever you want and get the supplies you need. A bit of goodwill here can mean a lot in the future,” Josh said.

  As I look around, I keep thinking that we’re not becoming just the most powerful guild on Emerilia, but an empire.

  She pushed the thoughts from her mind and pulled out a scalpel. First, she needed to remove the dead flesh and then she could work on regrowing healthy tissues.

  ***

  Oson’Mal finished repeating Dave’s idea to the mage’s guild Archmage, Alamos.

  Alamos tapped his chin in thought. “Well, I think the college’s Archmage, Jelanos, will go with the plan. After all, it is rather ingenious. I know that there are several people who want to learn this fabled magical coding. It seems that Dave has made something here that could completely revolutionize Magical Circuits and make them available to everyone to learn and make, though I do not know how he is going to have so many people produce Mirrors of Communication. They can take months to make by master craftsmen.”

  “Well, he can make one in about ten minutes, if he wants to, so a normal person might need a week if he’s teaching them,” Mal said.

  Alamos raised his eyebrow in interest. “Very well, I will take this to Jelanos and we should have an agreement made within a few weeks. Now, onto the matter of the Stone Raiders becoming an affiliate of the mage’s guild and college. We accept this and we can make you a valued retailer. This means that we will decrease the costs of buying goods from us and we hope that you will reciprocate. It also means that any of your people are welcome to stay at one of the guild’s inns. They can also teach, learn, and take on mage’s guild and college contracts. Does this sound amenable to you?”

  “I can’t make those decisions, but I can pass it on and put you into contact with Josh,” Mal said.

  “Please do,” Alamos said.

  Mal shared Josh’s contact information, as well as sending Josh a message of what Alamos had proposed.

  “Well, I must get back to my studies. Thank you for hearing me out.” Mal rose to leave.

  “My door is always open, Mal, and the Stone Raiders are a force I would prefer to have on the mages’ side.” Alamos came around the desk and guided Mal out.

  A prompt jumped up into his vision.

  Your Guild has joined the Stone Raiders Guild

  The Stone Raiders are now affiliated with the Mage’s Guild.

  You gain:

  Discounts for mage’s guild members in Stone Raiders’ affiliated shops and locations (discounts can increase based on guildmember’s level, contribution to Stone Raiders and stats).

  Affiliation will be dissolved:

  If the two guilds go to war with one another.

  There is a break or breach in contract and people from one guild treat the others with hostility (refer to affiliate guild relationships).

  “Something the matter?” Mal asked.

  “No. Just Josh accepted my proposal—didn’t think he would act this fast.” Alamos laughed.

  ***

  Josh sent his own guild affiliation screen out of his vision with a flick of his hand, finding another waiting for him.

  You have earned a new class: Guildmaster

  You have taken on one of the hardest roles in all of Emerilia. You have led your guild through thick and thin and they have placed their faith in your leadership. Don’t fuck up.

  Status:

  Level 1

  Effects:

  When fighting with a group of your guild members (over 5 people), you all gain a 1% boost in stats.

  50 people, 2% boost

  100 people, 3% boost

  200 people, 4% boost

  400 people, 5% boost

  600 people, 6% boost

  Josh whistled to himself, looking to the next pop-up.

  Quest: Guildmaster
2

  Have 1,000 guild members

  Rewards: Unlock Level 3 Quest

  Gain +2% base to guildmembers’ stats when defending

  Josh checked the wiki. His eyes opened in alarm. It would be a base two to the five people, increasing by two for every larger group. Damn, it doesn’t sound impressive, but with people’s stats that is a hell of a bonus!

  “That could be useful if this Lord Esamael decides to act. Wasn’t long ago that we were fighting in Devil’s Crater. When you get to the top, there really are snakes all around looking to take your position.” Josh sighed to himself.

  Since Lucy had been able to foist most of her responsibilities to others, she had been focusing on gathering information. The image her information was creating was a scary one. Esamael’s people were powerful and he had large forces backing him. Josh wouldn’t care what he did as long as he left the guild alone, but it was readily becoming clear that he didn’t care for the Stone Raiders and wanted to destroy them.

  Josh’s hand curled into a fist as he remembered Selhi Capital. We won’t be stepped on again. He sat like that for a few minutes before Florence entered her office that he was temporarily using during his stay in Verlun.

  “I hope my seat is comfortable. I heard we’re affiliated with the mage’s guild now,” she said.

  “That we are, Florence. I have something I want you to look into for me.” Josh leaned forward, a cold look in his eyes.

  “What is it?” Florence’s eyes thinned as her excited atmosphere from moments ago disappeared.

  “While we can’t attack Selhi Capital for what they did to us, I want you and Lucy to come up with a plan to make them and the world know what happens to someone who screws with the Stone Raiders,” Josh said.

  Florence nodded. “It won’t be easy, but I can think of a few ways we can do it. Lucy and I should have something planned out within a week.”

  Josh’s eyebrow raised.

  “This is my guild and they treated us like shit because they thought of us as nothing more than a bunch of first guild amateurs. I lost a lot of gold there. I’ve often thought of a few ways to repay their kindness.” Florence’s smile didn’t hold any kindness.

  A predatory smile crossed Josh’s face.

  ***

  Lady Merguine didn’t pause in her steps. The royal guard let her into the king’s office without hesitation.

  King Sigaird sat at the large desk that took up the majority of the room. He barely glanced up from his interface before going back to work. As soon as the doors closed behind Merguine, runes glowed, showing that protections were working.

  Most wouldn’t notice them, but Merguine had a keen eye for the smallest details.

  “From your report, it doesn’t sound good.” The king looked to Merguine as she took a seat.

  “No, it doesn’t,” she said, a picture of regal beauty. “It seems that all of the towns between us and Verlun are controlled by Esamael’s forces. From what we can tell, he has control of a number of guard units as well as roving bandit groups. There have been no survivors from the bandit raids for more than a year. I think at that time, he started taking over. It also seems that the cities around Per’ush’s harbor are also with Esamael. Geldir, Frentia, and Asamal are on our side. We’ve confirmed this through truth seekers,” Merguine said, referring to the men and women who practiced mind magic to reveal the truth of people’s words, Merguine’s hunter-spies.

  “What about Verlun?” Sigaird asked.

  Merguine straightened out her dress, wondering the best way to proceed. “Different elements within Verlun are allied with either Lord Esamael or the Stone Raiders.”

  “They’re just a guild—what can they offer them?” King Sigaird looked skeptical.

  “Protection and a way to make a living,”

  “They are my subjects, under my protection.” Sigaird slammed his fist against the desk.

  “Where were you when they were being stepped on by Esamael, when they were being taxed so that they could barely feed their families even if they had a good harvest? Who hasn’t had a real presence in the area for years?” Merguine said, her tone cutting. “Your brother might have been the king, but you were second prince. You went off adventuring, not caring for the people until your brother died and you were forced to return.”

  Sigaird made to reply, but the fire in Merguine’s eyes and the shifting air in the room made him pause.

  “Through this, Verlun and the fields from Geldir down to Asamal are now worked by fierce Stone Raiders’ supporters. They have provided jobs, education, training, a place in their guild, a new influx of gold, protection to those who support them as well as medical that most nobles are barely able to afford. People who have lived in Gudalo for generations are uprooting their lives, moving to Cliff-Hill and Devil’s Crater. The Stone Raiders give them options and don’t try to control them unless they become part of their guild. Stop thinking of the Stone Raiders as a guild. Think of them as an empire, one that has the backing of the Dwarves, Aleph, Demons, Beast Kin, a number of Elves and kingdoms. They are also now affiliated with the adventurer’s, trader’s and mage’s guilds. You are not working from a position of strength. In fact, you are the weakest of the three players in this fight. I have it on good account that the Stone Raiders are not to be underestimated.” Merguine stabbed her finger into the armrest of her chair.

  King Sigaird, a bit shocked with the vehemence of her words and her tone, recovered after a few minutes. “So, what do you suggest?”

  “I think it’s time that you stopped treating Gudalo like a kingdom. You’ve been trying to keep it going all this time, but your brother screwed it up and it’s coming apart. Talk to the races to the south. It’s about time we had peace; bringing them to the table will allow us to make real progress. Lord Esamael wants to tear everything down? Well, if we build ourselves up enough, his support is going to start to wane and fall to the wayside.”

  “How long do you think until he moves?” Sigaird leaned forward, finally hearing an option that could keep Gudalo out of a war.

  “With winter coming...” Merguine paused and looked to Sigaird.

  “He won’t do anything until spring. Fighting in the winter is a pain in the ass. Make sure we have reinforcements moving from the southern borders at the time. We can’t go to the Stone Raiders, as that makes us look weak. They’re a guild, after all, and they have no loyalty to us. Anything we say to them, we can assume that Esamael will hear. Uniting all of Gudalo—now that is a monumental task. However, if we do it, then Gudalo will finally be stable. It might not be a kingdom anymore, but I’d be fine with that. All this responsibility weighs on a person.” Sigaird showed his weariness as he let out a tired sigh.

  “Well, it looks like we have a plan and a few months in which to do it. I suggest we get started.” Merguine stood.

  “When this is all over, will you still go adventuring with me?” Sigaird asked in a quiet voice

  Merguine smiled and leaned on the desk. “Of course, I will, you big idiot.”

  Sigaird leaned over the table himself, kissing her.

  “Now, let’s get your stupid country sorted out,” she admonished, pulling back.

  “All right.” Sigaird rolled his shoulders.

  “The Lady of Air is hopeful for our success and for Gudalo coming out of this as a nation instead of a tyrannical kingdom,” Merguine said.

  Sigaird raised an eyebrow in interest. “Well, good to know we have some people in our corner.” Sigaird looked reassured by Merguine’s words.

  “Hurry up and make Gudalo one nation.” Merguine walked out of the room. The door opened for her, letting her out into the castle.

  In minutes, she was out of the castle through a hidden entrance and moving quickly for a temple. She was admitted through a side door. She stepped into a courtyard where a young lady sat in a chair. White hair spilled down her shoulders, while her foot bounced erratically.

  “Air,” an elderly Elf said from his
seat along the side of the courtyard.

  “What is it now, Venfik?” she said in a perpetually bored tone.

  Merguine cleared her throat.

  “Woo-hoo, something fun!” Air jumped from her seat and glided to Merguine. “So, did you pass the message to Sigaird? The man is as stubborn as he is cute.” Air winked and giggled at Merguine’s expression. “Don’t worry—he’s all yours.” Air walked around Merguine, her feet never touching the ground.

  “I told him,” Merguine said. Faster than she could think, Air was right in front of her with her hands bunched together under her chin as if she were some child hearing a bard’s stories.

  “Well?” She squealed.

  “He is for the idea of unifying the rest of Gudalo,” Merguine said.

  “Woo-hoo! Who’s the best? I am, that’s who!” Air jumped ten feet into the air with her hand raised in a victory pose before she came back down. “Good. The leaders to the south are also for it. Should take a few months, but when Esamael attacks, the country will come together as one. Nothing like a little fight to bring people together,” Air said.

  “Are you sure he will attack?” Merguine asked.

  Air’s eyes held Merguine’s, as if judging her worthy of the information she held or not.

  “You are my Champion and I have trust in you, but I know my Champions and some information should not be shared. If you find out on your own, then do with it as you will. However, I can only guide you so much.” As fast as she had been serious, she went back to dancing around the courtyard, making Merguine wonder whether it had even really happened.

  “Okay, Venfik, so who’s next on the list?” Air asked.

  Venfik stood from his chair with a more elegant air. “Markolm,” he said with a tired voice.

  Air pouted, letting her shoulders slump as she waved her arms around lazily. “The Elves are always so boring with how proper they want everything, though!”

  “They are also where the Angels will most likely be released. The alliance needs the Elves to fight what is to come. Either that, or the various entities in Ashal?” Venfik asked.