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A Soldier's Life - 307 - Catch And Release (final edit 7-15-25)
🕑 Added 2024-12-06 01:43:36 +0000 UTCChapter 307: Catch And Release I didn’t approach the wood line; instead, I went to a knee a short distance away. I pulsed my earth speak but
Chapter 307: Catch And Release
I didn’t approach the wood line; instead, I went to a knee a short distance away. I pulsed my earth speak but was far enough away that it couldn’t reach the woods. I pulled the irate fairy out of my belt pouch, her tiny eyes full of malice toward me. She had found her fight again and was trying to chew through my gloves with her tiny teeth.
“I don’t know if you can understand me or not, but this was not my idea. I am letting you go.” Her tiny expression of hate didn’t change, so I assumed she didn’t understand.
I unwrapped her quickly, stood, and stepped back. I waved my hand, indicating she was free to leave. She looked up at me defiantly and didn’t move, probably thinking it was a trick. “Go, Tinker Bell!” I shooed her away with a different gesture. The pixie’s wings unfolded, but the damaged one fluttered oddly. She hissed at me like a snake and took to the air. She veered off immediately to the left as she tried to fly and crashed to the ground, tumbling through the grass and dirt in a tumble of tiny limbs and distressed shrieks. Of course, my act of conscience was not going well.
The little fairy only needed to walk fifty yards to the trees, but instead, she tried twice more to fly and crashed both times. It was hard to watch, like watching a lame bird, so after the third crash, I moved to pick her up. As I stepped toward the pixie, a stiff, ominous breeze carried a metallic scent from the forest.
The smart thing to do would be to walk away and let the pixie make her way on her own to the forest. I felt something watching from inside the woods, judging me. If it was another pixie, hopefully, it would read my good intentions. I took another step and knelt, holding out my hand toward my wounded pixie. The injured pixie seemed to consider my offered hand, her scowl on her face relaxing. With my other hand, a Pathfinder healing potion appeared. I was reasonably confident it would work on pixies and used my thumb to break the seal.
The foul odor of spoiled milk hung in the air, and the pixie sneezed and then covered her face as if about to wretch. She was not going to drink it. Hell, I would only drink one if I was going to die. Then, I noticed a squirrel high in the branches watching us. It might be the one we encountered when we first entered the woods, but I could not be sure. My pixie looked into the woods at the squirrel and then back to the potion, a disgusted look on her face. She came forward and reluctantly stepped onto my hand, her scowl returning.
It allowed me to see a pixie clearly and up close in the fading evening light. With her pointed ears and pale skin, she really did look like a miniature elf. Her silky black hair was disheveled from her rough treatment and crashing into the ground. She was wearing clothes woven from thin blades of dried grass. Her translucent wings shimmered but suddenly folded behind her and seemingly disappeared.
With my other hand, I slowly tilted the healing potion. Her tiny hands unenthusiastically grasped the opening as the brew spilled slowly out. She sputtered, coughed, and hissed as she tried to drink the smelly concoction. She pushed away from the vial when she had her fill and fell backward onto my hand, falling onto her rump and coughing.
I hid a smirk as I stood slowly, holding up my hand toward the woods. The fairy vomited onto my hand in one last act of revenge before her wings splayed out, and she took to the air, this time zipping around my head once and spitting at me before darting into the woods. I guess I was not going to get a thank you.
I looked for the squirrel, but it was already gone. My act of kindness done, I stepped away from the woods and started to walk back toward the road. I hadn’t walked long before I noticed two mounted orcs bolting from the woods further down the road. I quickly held up my spyglass to see which cleric and warlord they were. It was Warlord Rhuuk and Cleric Jhuarkasha. This angered me since they had Zorana, but it looked like they would be the final pair to pass the first trial unless someone else snuck past us.
But were they the last ones, or were Warlord Batale and Cleric Nalgrasha still in the woodlands? I kept checking over my shoulder, wondering. I didn’t have to wait much longer as the last two orcs came thundering down the road less than ten minutes later. I stepped off to the side, content to let them pass.
They didn’t slow, and the warlord’s horse veered into my path. I could have made his life miserable with layered air shields, but I moved further from the road to avoid being accidentally run down. They looked at me disdainfully as they passed. I couldn’t affect the trial outcome any more than I already had, and let the smug and haughty orcs go without taking any action.
I was over two miles down the road when Mynasha’s gray stallion caught up to me. I had missed its approach and was shocked when it arrived. Its saddle and packs were missing, but the bridle remained. I wondered if the pixies had sent the horse to me or if it had wandered to me alone. It nudged me, and I understood that he wanted an apple for being so loyal.
After he consumed the delicious apple, I checked his bridle to find it was cut in a number of places, ready to break with a hard pull. His bare back was slick like oil, even though it looked clean. The pixies had been busy to get some revenge. At least his shoes seemed in good condition and were not tampered with.
It took some time to wipe off the invisible oil, and I hoped the pixies were watching from somewhere, frustrated that their tricks hadn’t worked. I pulled out some cordage from my dimensional space and fashioned a temporary bridle, tossing the damaged one on the side of the road. I climbed onto the horse and rode bareback back to the valley. I realized I hadn't done as good a job as I thought in cleaning off the oil, and it was a challenge to stay on the gray horse.
My thighs burned from holding myself on the gray, and I couldn’t spur him into anything more than a fast walk as night descended on us. I reached the entrance to the valley well past sunset. The orcs at the outposts looked at me, amused in the light of a glowstone, probably thinking I had been ditched and was coming back in disgrace. I ignored them as I went into the valley to find out the first trial's results.
The stone building where we met the Elders in the morning was closed, with two Pathfinders standing guard. Rather than try to gain entry, I returned to our longhouse to see if Maveith, Glasha, Tarnasha, and Mynasha were there.
As soon as I dismounted, I healed my screaming thighs and walked the gray into the longhouse. The three clerics were around the fire with Maveith cooking something. They all looked up and Maveith had a huge grin on his face. “You are back.” He abonaded his cooking efforts and walked over to me and embraced me. “I saw her.”
I looked irately at Glasha and Tanasha. “Maveith, you didn’t…”
Glasha grunted. “He wouldn’t sit still until he saw her. I let him see through my spell sight. Uncomfortable for both of us. They are not aware of the connection between the goliaths.”
I nodded and hoped that was the case. If they found out we were here for Zorana, it would give them leverage. “Well, good then. Thanks for coming to look for me,” I replied tersely. After Ginger got her apple reward for carrying Mynasha back, I made to rub down the gray.
“We could not leave the valley. The Choosing is still going on,” Glasha reminded me. I just grunted.
Maveith joined me and helped. He whispered loudly. “I saw Myra too. She looks defeated, Eryk. We need to save her as well.”
I nodded and had an idea of which goliath she was. I patted the big man’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We will not leave without them. They are never out of the sight of others, so I think our best course right now is to make Mynasha the Supreme. If I fail in that, we can try something more drastic.”
“Thank you, and I do not doubt you are capable of changing the cleric’s fate,” Maveith intoned.
“Fate?” I asked, confused.
“The Supreme is able to decide the fate of the other candidates according to Glasha. Otherwise there would be too many candidates to count. It is how Tarnasha was exiled, cut off from his allies.” Maveith’s words gave some weight to this competition. It gave me more respect knowing the cleric was betting on herself. Knowing orc honor, she wouldn’t be killed, but I would suspect she be given undesirable tasks by the new Supreme.
“Is Mynasha still among the candidates? Not eliminated?” I asked over to the orcs. They had not told me if the pixie was successfully delivered.
Tarnasha informed me happily, with his orcish grin splitting his face. “She is. Cleric Fioasha and Cleric Jhuarkasha were the other two successful candidates. Although Cleric Sarkasha accused Mynasha of cheating and stealing their pixie.”
“It took an hour before we convinced the Elders that even if it was Sarkasha’s pixie, it was within the rules. Some of my favorite Elders were foaming at the mouth by the end.” Tarnasha’s joy got a slight grin from me.
“How did you do it?” Mynasha asked interestedly, bringing me some of the food Maveith prepared. “How did you steal their pixie?” She asked more pointedly.
All three looked interested in my reply, but I ignored the three orcs’ questioning gazes at me. “What happened to the five pixies?”
“It is just four. They are caged in the Elder’s residence. Their wings have already been removed,” Glasha stated dismissively.
I winced at the cruel treatment even though I knew how valuable the wings were to an alchemist. I hoped they didn’t plan to exsanguinate them for their blood. “Well, if you win The Choosing, release them,” I said firmly, locking eyes with Mynasha.
“Pixies are a nuisance…” Mynasha started.
“She will release them if they have not been harvested,” Glasha said, interrupting Mynasha, and nodding to me at my request. I think the Chronicler understood my compassion. “Most likely, they will not go to the alchemists until after The Choosing is completed. Did you make a pact with the pixies for their freedom?” She added curiously.
“No. I just feel bad we abducted them from their homes for a stupid contest,” I said truthfully.
“The other candidates likely killed a number of pixies,” Tarnasha said offhandedly. “The pixies will not leave those woods for vengeance if that is what you fear. A sizable ley line runs underneath those woods. They are much weaker the further they are from it.” A horrific thought occurred to me as I asked myself what essences a pixie might yield to increase my own power. I discarded the idea. They were not my enemies.
“What about the next trial?” I asked, finishing with the horses and taking the steaming onion and potato soup from Mynasha.
“It will be announced tomorrow at mid-day. The Elders need time to find a proper task that only Fioasha can succeed at,” Tarnasha said sardonically.
“Will the Supreme will be chosen after the next task?” I asked. The soup was salty but otherwise good. I nodded my thanks to Maveith who was distracting himself once again with stitching.
Tarnasha let out a tired sigh. “Unlikely. Most likely, they will choose to only eliminate one candidate just in case something unforeseen happens. Then, there will be a final trial for the seat of the Supreme. Probably something that will pit the Candidates and their Warlords against each other.”
I rested peacefully for a few hours, and at dawn, Mynasha was summoned alone. I recognized the warlord who came to retrieve her; it was Warlord Krage, the one who had withdrawn his support for Cleric Ottasha and whom Mynasha had rejected when he offered to be her First.
The warlord did not seem angry or smug, at least. “Only the three remaining candidates are allowed to meet with the Elders. They will be assessed on a tablet before the Second Trial is announced,” he informed Glasha patiently for the third time.
“Her First should be allowed to accompany her!” Tarnasha barked angrily at the warlord who just shook his head helplessly.
“I am just delivering the message,” Krage said. I think I knew why they wanted to assess the candidates. The Elders didn’t want any more surprises and they were also probably trying to figure out how Mynasha had stolen the pixie. As long as they didn’t try to assess me, I didn’t care.
The warlord exhaled a low, slow breath. “You have done well stirring the hornet’s nest, Mynasha. I learned last night that Cleric Nalgrasha and Sarkasha were working with Fioasha and the Elders. They planned to be the other candidates arriving with the pixies and were going to step down from consideration after the First Trial. The Choosing might have ended yesterday if the were successful. Now, there are three remaining candidates who all want to assume the Supreme’s mantle.”
That news shocked my three clerics, and they began to interrogate Warlord Krage for more information. He didn’t know much, but the thirty-plus warlords in the valley talked to each other as they awaited the new Supreme’s coronation.
Eventually, Mynasha was escorted to the Elders by the warlord. I did note he studied me for a time. Probably trying to figure out what I had that he didn’t. From experience, I knew it was never fun being the last one picked at the playground. Glasha and Tarnasha were anxious while they waited. I tuned out their conversation, cleaned up the open stalls, and walked them outside to water to distract myself.
This farce of a Choosing should be over soon enough, and I needed to start planning how to abduct Zorana. From what I overheard, it was clear the Elders were not going to allow Mynasha to ascend to the Supreme’s seat.
It was well past mid-day when Mynasha returned. She looked a little haggard. We all sat around the fire while she talked. “They tested us on a tablet, and then we were asked to demonstrate our spell forms for them. I was the only one testing so thoroughly that I drained my aether core.” That got an angry glare from Glasha.
“When do they announce the second trial?” Glasha asked steely.
“Tonight. At sunset. It will begin right after they announce it,” she replied tiredly.
Glasha hissed, “So you won’t have time to recover! Foulness! I hope a lustful ogre invades their beds tonight!” I had to listen to the orcs lament about the unfairness of it all, but what did they really expect?
When we led the horses to the Elder’s stone building, dozens of tattooed orcs and clerics formed a ring around the six Elders. I had missed the announcement of the first trial, so I assumed it had been similar. Warlord Rhuuk stood next to Cleric Jhuarkasha, facing the Elders in the large circle. We joined them, and soon, Cleric Fioasha and Warlord Etus joined us, completing the list of candidates.
I was surprised at how quiet it was with all these powerful warriors and clerics of the Caliphate around us. I could feel the scrutiny. Was it respect or anticipation? From last night, they clearly knew Cleric Fioasha was destined to lead them soon, and they were here to pay their respects and see how events played out in his favor.
I felt something brush my mind briefly before it retreated when I focused on it. Was that one of the Elders or a cleric in the crowd? I scanned the alien faces, but there were too many, and I saw curiosity, disdain, anger, and a myriad of other emotions as I met eyes. The same Elder who had taken such joy in tricking us, stepped forward. She was more reserved this evening.
“Esteemed Warlords and Clerics of the Caliphate!” the weathered and aged orc bellowed, her voice booming across the vast assembly with the obvious aid of magic. Her deep-set eyes scanned the gathering, ensuring that her message reached every powerful figure present. “The second trial will rigorously test the candidates’ fortitude, intelligence, mastery of the aetheric arts, and perhaps their diplomacy!”
A tense silence enveloped the group of formidable leaders, their expressions stoic and contemplative. The faint rustle of leather and the muffled sounds of restless horses outside the circle hung in the air. “They must climb the Spire and claim an artifact of one of the inhabitants! Only the first two candidates to return will be allowed in the third and final trial of The Choosing!”
This announcement broke the silence, causing the circle to erupt into a chorus of soft and harsh whispers. The Elder wore a smug smile, probably knowing that the Elders could always dismiss whatever was brought back as counterfeit.
“What is the Spire and what lives there?” I asked quietly.
“It is a lone mountain on the northernmost point of the continent,” she whispered. “The last of the ancient storm giants live there. But the Caliphate has a pact to never disturb them. It makes no sense to upset the accord.” By the confident looks on the Elders, I was sure it made perfect sense to them.
“Cleric Fioasha comes from a village at its base,” Mynasha added with realization and a little anger.
“Of course, he does,” I said sarcastically. “Don’t worry, I have fought a storm giant before. Granted, I wouldn’t say the encounter went well, and I think our best option when we see one is to run as fast and far away as we can.”
Horses were already being led into the circle, and the others were mounting and riding away. I noted irritated that their saddlebags were bursting with supplies, so they had been forewarned of the long trek. “How far is it to this Spire?” I asked as I swung up into Ginger’s saddle.
“Four days hard ride from here. We don’t have supplies, and I have never been there myself,” Mynasha said tersely. I translated the distance to mean it was about 200 miles away.
Maveith parted the crowd so Glasha and Tarnasha could reach us. “Clerics and Supremes have climbed the Spire before,” Glasha said as she joined us. “They sought the Titans’ wisdom. Be respectful and deferential if you meet one and they will not likely kill you.”
“Why do we have to meet them?” I asked, frowning.
“Because all the easy artifacts are long gone,” she said confidently. “I’ve reviewed the records from past expeditions myself. If the Elders made a pact with the Titans to allow only their chosen candidate to leave… you will need to be cautious.”
I had a few sarcastic retorts ready but bit them back. Now wasn’t the time. “Maveith,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Don’t do anything until I return.”
“We only have enough supplies for a day,” Mynasha pointed out.
“I’ve got it handled.” I nudged Ginger forward. The crowd parted as we moved to catch the others.
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Random Guy
For People holding Honor in such high regard they sure are acting like a bunch of honorless curs.
Brianna Stormcloud
Thank you for the chapter
Aaron Spielman
“I noted irritated that their saddlebags were bursting with supplies, so they had been forewarned of the long trek.“ I noted, with irritation, that their saddlebags…
Erick Thiemke
corrected in master
HappyNoms
Or Eryk hires someone with the lesser portal ability to mark a doorway and journey to another doorway and establish a doorway teleport between them, which the story established was a midrange ability earlier, (which are exponentially more common than the rarer ability by the story's own world building rules), dimension boxes that caster, buys three horses along the way as you describe, and his return leg of the trip is instantaneous courtesy of the doorways.
Andrew Crews
I was surprised at how quiet it was with all these powerful warriors and clerics of the Caliphate around us. Under the scrutiny, I could feel[, I wondered]: Was it respect or anticipation? From last night, they clearly knew Cleric Fioasha was destined to lead them soon, and they were here to pay their respects and watch how events unfolded in his favor. I felt something brush my mind briefly before it retreated when I focused on it. Was that one of the Elders or a cleric in the crowd? I scanned the alien faces, but there were too many, and I saw curiosity, disdain, anger, and a myriad of other emotions as I met [their] eyes.
Andrew Crews
Her First should be allowed to accompany her!” the old orc, Tarnasha, barked at the warlord, who just shook his head. I [suspected] why they wanted to assess the candidates. The Elders didn’t want any more surprises, and they were also probably trying to figure out how Mynasha had stolen the pixie. As [long] as they didn’t try to assess me, I didn’t care. The warlord exhaled a low, slow breath. “You have done well stirring the hornet’s nest. I learned last night that Cleric Nalgrasha and Sarkasha were working with Fioasha and the Elders. They made sure no other candidates arrived and were going to step down from consideration after the First Trial. Now, there are three remaining candidates who all want to assume the Supreme’s mantle.” That news shocked my three clerics, and they began to interrogate Warlord Krage for more information. He didn’t know much, but the thirty-plus warlords in the valley talked to each other as they awaited the new Supreme’s coronation. Eventually, Mynasha was escorted to the Elders by the warlord. I did note [that] he studied me for a time, probably trying to figure out what I had that he didn’t. It was never fun being the last one picked [on] the playground. Glasha and Tarnasha were anxious while they waited. I tuned out their conversation, cleaned up the horses’ open stalls, and walked them outside to [water them] to distract myself. This farce of a Choosing should be over soon enough, and I needed to start planning how to abduct Zorana. From what I overheard, it was clear the Elders were not going to allow Mynasha to ascend to the Supreme’s seat. It was well past midday when Mynasha returned. She looked a little haggard. “They tested us on a tablet, and then we were asked to demonstrate our spell forms for them. I was the only one [tested] so thoroughly that I drained my aether core.”*
Andrew Crews
As soon as I dismounted, I healed my legs and walked the gray [into] the longhouse. The three clerics were cooking around the fire and looked up. “You are back,” Mynasha stated the obvious. “Yes, thanks for coming to look for me,” I replied tersely as I [began] to rub down the gray—after Ginger got her apple reward for carrying Mynasha back. “We could not leave the valley. The Choosing is still going on,” Glasha replied matter-of-factly. “So Mynasha is still among the candidates? Not eliminated?” I asked as I worked on the horses. “She is. Cleric Fioasha and Cleric Jhuarkasha were the other two successful candidates. Although Cleric Sarkasha accused Mynasha of cheating and stealing their pixie,” Tarnasha informed me happily, [his] orcish grin splitting his face. “It took an hour before we convinced the Elders that even if it was Sarkasha’s pixie, it was within the rules. Some of my favorite Elders were foaming at the mouth by the end.”
Samer Kafawain
So, Eryk puts mynasha in his pocket; takes three horses, switching as needed to ride further and faster; and gets back a day or two before everyone else because of the difference in weight and travel speed. Problem solved.
PatronTurtle
Honestly now that I'm thinking about it more, the humans were probably a massive unifying force. Now that the Empire is shrinking, it's entirely possible the Caliphate will split up
PatronTurtle
This country seems like a hot mess. How do the clerics not just assassinate each other with how little actual honor they have?
Eriach
Good twist id say
Eriach
🤣@Bubblyghost
Aaron Weingrad
Unless you have a set of truly great riddles in your pocket this seems way better.
BubblyGhost
As an on and off DnD player, I fuckin hate riddles lmao
Silver Beard
Lot can happen with 4 days of travel. Correction- 8-10 days. It's 4 days just to get there. Is it still restricted to only the Contender/First? Seems an excellent opportunity to add more to any party or thwart others maliciously. Murder wasn't on the list before; but as long as there are no witnesses and we all know Eryk can lie with the best of them.
Andrew
Thank you!
William C
I think the second trial is good, would love to see them catch then pass the other clerics on the road going to the mountain, then have them confront some storm giants and barter info on Macha for some artifact, maybe even get one to journey back to the elders with them and then continue on to Macha, depending on how you plan to depict them
Mark Corwin
This is a good one. Lots of opportunity for things to gowrong and right...
Erick Thiemke
just about doubled the word content. not sure if I like the second trial. my other thought was travelling to a sphinx for a riddle/ mini-quest
