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A Soldier's Life - 274 - Party Crasher
🕑 Added 2024-10-08 17:27:40 +0000 UTCChapter 274: Party Crasher
Raelia got defensive in her posture. “I can make my own decisions. And if Maveith needs help, I am helping him,” Raelia said haughtily to me. Baldo hissed at me as if it reinforced her assertion.
I put my foot down as I wouldn’t let the elf dictate to me. “I am in charge of my adventurer team.” I looked to Maveith, who nodded in support. “I choose who we take on. Besides, you can’t take the griffin.” I pointed at Baldo, and he made a lunge to bite my finger. I snatched my hand back, and he got only air, confused that he had missed.
“Baldo is already flying and hunting small animals,” Raelia retorted as she stood in front of me, definitely. Blado chirped in support and eyed my digits.
“And what if an orc warlord thinks he would make a trophy or tasty jerky,” I countered smugly and maybe a bit harshly.
She puffed up her chest in her green dress. It didn’t really work well as she was a head shorter than me, and had to look up. “The Esenhem treaty with the Caliphate would prevent them from doing anything to Baldo. Orcs have honor, unlike the Telhians!”
My mind was surprisingly clear during this argument as I pressed on her fallacies. “You are a Bartiradian, and not of Esenhem. You are just an ambassador to Esenhem.”
Raelia’s eyes showed her mind working as she thought up a response. Her words still came out heated, and Maveith got uncomfortable with the yelling but did not intervene. “I am an elf, and they won’t know the difference.” A little more conciliatorily, she continued, “Besides, I am more of an ambassador in training and do not have the true support of Bartiradia. I am just a pawn to bring my estranged Glavien family branch back into the fold of the Esenhem greater family.” Her anger evaporated as she finished, and I could see the frustration on her face. Why was I always a sucker for a pretty face in distress?
I tried a new tactic to get her to change her mind and see reason. “They aren’t going to let you leave. They need you for that purpose.”
She exhaled hotly. “I can’t go back to Bartiradia because I am a disgrace there—I lost my griffin over Macha and then my charge, Vaeril. Now they are trying to place Traeliorn’s disappearance on me.” I played a role in all three of those things. Did the Bartiradians think Traeliorn was still alive then?
“I don’t want to spend the next two decades under the thumb of my aunt, playing dress up in the courts and pretending to be interested in what everyone is saying.” She had calmed considerably, and I could tell she was trying a different tactic with me—pity. Her eyes widened, and her hand trembled slightly. “Please, may I join your adventuring team?” Even Baldo seemed to be mimicking her deferential disposition, no longer trying to snack on my fingers.
Maveith looked over at me, and his face was easy to read. He wanted Raelia to come with us despite the danger. I tried to fuel her anger to bring it back. Could I even rely on her not to betray us. “You hate Telhians. You despise me.” I searched her eyes for her genuine emotions as she responded.
Her eyes locked to mine. “You are not Telhian. And I don’t despise you.” She paused, “I just find you infuriating.” Was there a difference?
“So, you are trying to use me to escape a life of luxury and safety?” I countered.
Our eyes still locked to each other, she continued. “I am a skilled Ranger. I can speak and read the language of the orcs. I have been schooled in their customs and traditions. I can aid Maveith and you in your quest to find Maveith’s sister.” I got the inkling she was stretching the truth.
“You are not an adventurer,” I hedged, but I felt myself giving in, trying to rationalize her joining us. How was I conceding so easily?
She made a dismissive gesture. “Ten minutes in the guild hall, and I will have my medallion.”
I heard Blaze talking to Mateo as they climbed the stairs. “I will consider your offer,” I said before the others reached us. An elf attendant entered the room, my companions following.
“Look, it is the miniature griffin!” Benito shouted, causing Baldo to hiss at him. Benito didn’t care, approaching dangerously close and not doing a proper threat assessment. “Can we ride it? I mean, when will it be big enough to ride?”
“Benito, stand back. Even that small, its beak can break bone.” I warned him, and he reluctantly stepped back.
Raelia moved to protect Baldo, stroking his crown feathers to calm him as he grew antsy with all the people crowding around him. “Griffins rarely take more than one rider in their lifetime. Baldo has chosen me,” Raelia stated with finality.
Benito looked disappointed, and I could see the griffin overwhelmed by all the people. I produced a shred of bloody dungeon bear meat and tossed it at Baldo. He instinctively snatched it out of the air, and his beak worked the meat into a paste to swallow. I wasn’t good at reading griffin body language, but I definitely think he liked it. His eyes were focused on me, not as a snack but as dispenser of tasty snacks.
“What did you feed him?” Raelia said accusingly. “He is on a strict diet, Eryk,” she added, concerned.
“Dungeon bear meat. It was fresh.” I said unconcernedly.
Baldo clearly liked it, and his taloned feet were creeping him closer to me, looking for more. “Baldo, sit,” I commanded in Elvish, holding up another sliver of the meat. Baldo followed my hand holding the morsel, and I repeated the command. He sat and preened out his chest obediently. “Good, Baldo.” I tossed him the meat while Raelia was processing that her griffin had just obeyed me, her face in abject horror. Food is a powerful motivator. I noticed Blaze intently studying Raelia and my interaction, trying to puzzle out our familiarity.
“We are heading back to the Adventurer’s Hall,” I told my companions abruptly. I no longer felt the need to answer Regent Maeralya questions about the Shimmering Labyrinth. The others should have been more than sufficient to detail the location of the dungeon. Maybe the elves had another way to dispose of the specters guarding Caelora. Anything to make Octavian’s life more difficult was a bonus for me. As we walked, I confirmed with Blaze that the regent got what she wanted.
“We told her the location of the dungeon, but didn’t reveal the library or how we approached through the undercity. Is that what you wanted? You didn’t leave us with instructions.” Blaze replied as was walked the glowstone-lit streets.
I realized I had left them hanging and needed to be a better leader in the future. “Yes, you did the right thing. The Adventurer’s Guild is already aware of the dungeon, and with Esenhem and Bartiradia knowing, Octavian should have a massive headache to deal with.”
Blaze seemed reluctant to speak for a moment but finally asked, “You said Maveith knew the elf girl Raelia, but you seem to have a lot of—familiarity with her as well.”
Why did Blaze need to be so damn observant? Raelia and I had certainly looked at each other during the meal with familiarity. Maveith was trying to keep the secret but by doing so was making it more obvious. Thankfully, Benito was oblivious, and Mateo was focused on every pretty woman—and some not-so-pretty ones, he saw. I was unsure what to tell Blaze. We were trailing the group and out of earshot.
I wasn’t going to lie to him, and came clean. “She was the Bartiradian Ranger with the summoner. The first summoner Konstantin and I killed. Master Mage Sebastian attacked her with his drake and nearly killed her. Maveith and I healed her.” Blaze remained quiet while we walked, and it concerned me.
“I have let more than one enemy go who was in the sights of my bow,” Blaze said quietly to me.
I exhaled slowly. “She was the griffin rider you grounded in Macha.” I think seeing the shock on Blaze’s face was worth telling him. “Twisted fate seems to keep putting her in my path.”
“How did she escape Macha?” Blaze questioned. Of course, he would want to know that.
A switched to one of Konstantin’s favorite tones when he didn’t want to talk about something any longer. “I left her for dead, but their healers got to her. It is best not to mention Macha around her. She is still bitter about losing her griffin Moonclaw.” Thankfully, Blaze nodded.
Halfway back to the adventurer’s hall, I added. “She has asked to go with us.” Truthfully, I was planing to sneak out of Artiria with our merchant caravan in a few days and not look back.
When Blaze didn’t respond for a long time, I thought my decision was correct. But he eventually formulated a response. “We do need a good scout without Konstantin. I am sure with your Hound training you could do the job, but it is hard to lead us and be the scout. The Bartiradian Rangers are some of the best forerunners on the continent.”
He did make a good point. We did need a scout for our little group. Maveith was capable but also very large. Being a good hunter was much different than being a good scout. One of the orcs I planned to interview could do the job. We arrived at the Adventurer’s Hall, and I paused at the entry, my companions doing likewise, all of us confused. Raelia was at the counter in commoner’s clothes, clearly registering to become an adventurer.
“How did she get here before us?” Mateo asked dumbly.
I was grinding my teeth, and I think Blaze noticed. I had a strong feeling Raelia was not going to take no for an answer. She glanced back at us with a slight, mischievous smirk on her face. “Did she just smile at me?” Mateo asked hopefully.
Blaze patted Mateo on the back, holding in a laugh, “No, Mateo. I think she was declaring victory.”
“Victory for what?” Benito asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
Blaze somehow understood I needed him to serve as the group's intermediary. He explained to the others, “I think she plans to join us and help Maveith retrieve his sister.”
As we talked, I saw Raelia pointing at our group, which was still clustered near the entryway. After a discussion with the elven clerk, she sauntered up to us. “Looks like you already accepted an assignment as a merchant guard. You need to add me to the job’s registry,” she said confidently, as if the matter had already been decided.
I controlled my temper and looked her up and down under a stern gaze. “I don’t think Baldo can carry your weight. You will have to purchase your own horse,” I said flatly and walked away. It was such a small victory for being cornered into accepting her, but I would take it.
Comments
Brianna Stormcloud
Thank you for an entertaining chapter!
The 49th Khan
If I recall, wasn't the pillow made from one of the griffins that was guarding the nest he took Baldo's egg from? There is a good chance the pillow is one of his parents.
Trevayne
Good update, and I wonder when Eryk will realize that for some reason he he has less resistance to Raelia's arguments than to most others... Edit suggestion: I not A A switched to one of Konstantin’s favorite tones should be I switched to one of Konstantin's favorite tones
Erick Thiemke
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HappyNoms
I actually like that Eryk is a bit of a petty bitch about Raelia's horse here, because he is 26, under a lot of stress, and fumbling his way in the dark through how to develop leadership skills. If he were instantaneously noble and heroic, he would be flat. When he is exasperated and flawed and passive aggressive petty, he is a more multidimensional character. Sometimes he can swing from villaneous to noble or indifferent to compassionate so fast he inadvertently impersonates being bipolar, but this chapter struck a fine balance and came off (imho) as just very good psychological "flaws allowed" character construction and good writing instincts.
Lindasm
Now they are trying to plan Traeliorn’s disappearance on me. Now they are trying to pin Traeliorn’s disappearance on me. The word pin might be better than plan.
Lindasm
What do you feed him? should be What did you feed him?
Mercutio Montano
I miss the spunky, cowardly, skinny goblin. That little puke is the most amazing survivalist I have read so far. Ran out of a haunted city using BOOKS as snow shoes, unarmed, and chased by untouchable specters. What an interesting companion he might have made. We'll have to get used to elven Punky Brewster instead.
Jacob Friebis
Is Eryk always going to be pushed into doing things by other people? It keeps happening.
Andrew Crews
We did need *to a scout for our little group. We did need a scout for our little group.
Andrew Crews
We had certainly looked at each other during the meal, and I guessed Maveith was keeping the secret but (→ yet) too obvious about it (→ being too obvious about it). Thankfully, Benito was oblivious, and Mateo was focused on every pretty woman—and some not-so-pretty (ones). I just was (→ was just) unsure what to tell Blaze. We had certainly looked at each other during the meal, and I guessed Maveith was keeping the secret, yet being too obvious about it. Thankfully, Benito was oblivious, and Mateo was focused on every pretty woman—and some not-so-pretty ones. I was just unsure what to tell Blaze
Adunn
Renna has zero personality
Tetsu-nii
Typo(?): /they are tying to plan Traeliorn’s disappearance on me/ => /[…] to *pin* Traeliorn's/?
Chachi
hate raelia prefer reena
Jordan
Agreed, but in fairness, the author already said in his original comment that the chapter needs to be flushed out.
Silver Beard
Wonder how Boldo will react if Eryk brings out his griffon pillow?
Seth Feist
I think it was implied that she doesn't see Eryk as a romantic partner.
Adlan
yeah
Lemes
Yeah
Roberto Dias
Too short
Salvo
If you want to up the banter. R- “I have several spell forms than can make a difference! — E- “Please, your fire spellform is only useful to someone as a bedwarmer! Sounds like a diplomat to me!” Maybe have Maveith add Raelia is a good friend and his sister will definitely need a good friend when we find her.
Erick Thiemke
love it - done
hrs
could title the chapter as "party crasher" for the pun
Erick Thiemke
yeah, i have no idea what was intended here.
Jordan
Gay friend… (scratches head)
Silver Beard
I wouldn't be opposed to romance, but that's going to be difficult with Mateo sleeping nearby. Longevity will always be a sticking point. Just won't be what the elf assumes as Eryk will outlast her many times over.
Silfir
What.
C
I didn't even realize Octavian was the emperor's son.
Dustin McClure
Raelia supremency and I'm glad we are going to get a (hopefully) extended period with her as one of the characters
Antti Kunttu
I think she would be delighted to have a longlived gay friend to chat with about griffon and the meat she has been taking.
Craig Claussen
The writing and story keeps getting better keep it up!
Andrew
Thank you!
Ivan Kanewske
Earlier Eryk told her if she wanted to do what she wanted to become empress,
Aiden Wilker
I am curious as to how Raelia would react when she eventually learns about Eryk’s extended life span.
Aiden Wilker
One banter you can mention is her combat skills vs Eryk. She hasn’t sparred against him in a long time so that could factor into the banter.
Prinny Knight
aye aye
Aiden Wilker
Makes sense. I meant Raelia. My bad
Silver Beard
@Aiden immaterial atm. Reena is likely Octavian's consort and far, far away. Haven't seen anything that would suggest they will ever meet again in this story Had Reena run with Castille, but she didn't... and stuck with Octavian. Choices matter.
Silver Beard
Eryk should interview at least one of the Orcs to verify what he's been told. Worth the coin to make sure he's not been misled and to get the 'lay of the land'
Aiden Wilker
Definitely like Raelia better than that Reena. Raelia I don’t see becoming a power hungry villain like the Reena. She is engaged to Octavian I think (might be totally wrong on that) or would the engagement be most likely broken now?
Aiden Wilker
Question are you going for a more romantic or brother and sister angle between Eryk and Raelia? That would probably dictate the tone of banter between them?
C
Raelia>Reena>anybody else
Silver Beard
Awesome, thanks for sharing. Why isn't she wearing her Ranger cloak? Where is Boldo? Eryk should make it plain- he slows them down- he goes into storage! I know you intended to obfuscate Ginger's appearance, but Eryk should share it with Blaze. If Eryk can hold a warhorse in his space... what's an elf?
Erick Thiemke
3rd of 4. This chapter is a work in progress (1600 words and needs more in the middle). It needs more banter in the middle so some suggestions are welcome. It feels like I am wrestling the plot a little. Blaze is going to be the empathic, intelligent, lieutenant if you didnt catch it. Mateo and Benito are the comic relief. And I plan to post the 4th of 4 tonight, but I have to go to two doctor's appointments this afternoon. Need some stronger stuff for the poison ivy
