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A Soldier Life - 235 - Muddied Waters
🕑 Added 2024-07-26 00:06:23 +0000 UTC...So Aesop's Name has been changed to Corvus - meaning crow. I had been wanting to change it for a while, chapters from here foward and in the publication will have it as Corvus....
Chapter 235: Muddied Waters
We moved west before circling south to avoid the Pathfinders. Corvus was talkative for a Hound as he remained a few steps behind me. “Noticed your accent. Where are you from?”
“A small village in the far south of Tsinga,” I replied cautiously.
“Were your parents from the Telhian Empire then?” He asked as we slowed to move across a clearing.
“Don’t know, they never told me where I was from.” It felt like he was digging a little bit. Being on guard from both the wilds and my companion was mentally taxing.
“Just never heard of a foreigner in the Hounds,” he said innocently enough.
“Well, times are desperate, and I have proven myself many times over to the Empire.” I held up my hand and took cover. I pointed in the distance at a humanoid.
“Good eyes,” he said. “Troll, five hundred yards that way. Must have wandered up from the swamps. Still, it is a long way from home.” He dropped in sudden thought and took out his notebook. His pages were full of script as he paged to a blank page. I was definitely being short-changed in the information dissemination category. I watched as he wrote, reading.
“A lone swamp troll on the coast. The orcs may have pushed into the swamp and stirred them up. Any activity along the border forts?”
I frowned as Corvus got an almost immediate response. “Just normal troglodyte activity. Has the new Hound reached your position?”
Corvus scrawled a response, “He is with me now. We are moving to the mouth of the Varvao River.”
“Good. They shouldn’t be able to sail up the river and it will slow them. Report on their movements. I will need you at the Archives in a few days. A dragon shitstorm is forming. The goblins have been active to the south, and a horde may be forming. I am sending two Hounds from the Archives to keep an eye on them.”
Corvus seemed to consider before writing. “Do you want me to go now?”
“No. I will order you when it is time to go to the Archives.”
Corvus sighed and closed his book. “Do you want me to go to the Archives in your place?” I asked.
The Hound laughed softly. “I doubt my father would be very pleased to see you there. Maybe in a few years, he will trust you. He asked me to form an opinion of you.”
I was a bit stunned. “Centurion Sergius is your father?” I asked conversationally while tracking the troll in the distance.
“Yes, he is.” He said with exasperation. “That is why he won't send me into danger, and he is pulling me to the Archives. Nepotism at its best.” He said lightheartedly.
I digested that before asking about the troll, “What are we going to do about our friend?”
“We will watch him a bit and make sure he is alone. If it pursues us, a few bleeding arrows will slow him down but won't kill him. They have an incredible sense of smell, and I don’t want to risk it finding our trail. You remember trolls regenerate?” Corvus asked. He didn’t ask about the absence of my own bow.
I nodded. “Yes. Are we going to kill it then if it follows us?” I asked.
“No, we don’t have time to wait for it to weaken so that we can get in close and lay fire on it. Three or four bleeding arrows into it, and we can run. If it chases us, the severe blood loss will quickly slow it down. After we circle around, we will leave myconid powder in our wake which will conceal our passing.” We waited for a quarter of an hour, watching the troll move large boulders. It was apparently building a dwelling.
“Okay, there may be others in the area, but we are not waiting. Remember your training; trolls have difficulty bending over, so if it chases us, stay under low branches, it will slow him enough to bleed out from the poison and weaken,” Corvus advised taking the lead. I got a full blast of his scent when he stepped in front of me. How could he stand himself?
As we circled around, the troll inevitably caught Corvus’s scent and stood tall, sniffing the air. At a hundred yards, I could see it more clearly. It was the height of two men with gray-green skin covered in discolored patches. Corvus didn’t wait and knotched his bow, releasing. The troll was still sniffing the air when the first arrow thudded into his thigh, a second struck a moment later in his chest. My companion was a decent shot.
“Time to move,” Corvus said, running. He started ahead of me, but I didn't want to deal with his odor, so I moved in front of him. “You've got some legs on you,” he huffed from behind me after a while. “Pause for a bit while I spread the myconid spores.”
I followed his instructions and listened to the woods. Early spring birds chirped, accompanied by the distant sound of crashing branches. We had put considerable distance between ourselves and the troll. Corvus wisely spread the spores across the branches, anticipating that the troll would shatter them and receive a face full of the spores.
We continued our flight south, and after a few miles, he finally broke the silence. “That was exhilarating,” he chuckled. “We can start to angle back to Kraken Bay and slow down.” We continued slowly and silently among the trees, angling west.
When we paused to eat, the weather had gotten humid, and Corvus was attracting the freshly hatched and voracious flies. I sat upwind of him as he slapped the annoying insects. A thought occurred to me as I watched his neck drip from a nasty bug bite. I handed him a small cloth bandage. He thanked me and, unfortunately, after wiping his neck, he pocketed the cloth.
I decided to risk taking a sample from Corvus. I sent a tiny sliver of his flesh into my dimensional space from his thigh, and my aether bottomed out. He slapped hard, thinking one of the flies had gotten under his clothes. “Damn it. Let’s move. These flies must be the only thing that like the ogre stench.”
I nodded and stood. I now had a blood sample to use in my blood compass. When Corvus was ordered to the Archives, I could track him. We had to swim across one wide river before we reached the coast. The height of the ridgeline had faded, giving us less of a high-perched view of Kraken Bay, reducing the distance we could see. We both scanned the waters for the orc ships. “Nothing,” I said after changing the magnification a few times.
Corvus lowered his spyglass. “I have one ship northwest. Probably the one that dropped off the Pathfinders. The inlet to the Varvao River is just ten miles south. They should be anchored there and unloading their troops. They won’t be able to sail up the river.” He opened his book, read a message, and scribbled a response. Not surprisingly, my own message book lacked new orders when I checked.
“We need to find the fleet.” Corvus said testily after he was done responding.
“Any news,” I indicated his closed book.
Corvus sighed, but answered. “The Emperor marches the day after tomorrow. The elves are pushing hard for Caranhagan, and he will arrive on time to intercept them. The dukes south of Macha are struggling with the Bartiradians. There is nothing left to reinforce Varvao. They are going to have to hold out on their own, but the forts along the Agorian Front are being abandoned to reinforce the city. That should give them another six thousand soldiers but no legionnaires or mages.” Corvus said, doubt creeping into his words about the Empire’s chances.
The Agorian front consisted of a series of forts along the western swamps that kept the trolls and troglodytes at bay. It was where I first joined Castile’s company, but it felt like ages ago.
Corvus got my attention, “Let's move cautiously. If the fleet is nearby, I expect there to be more Pathfinders ashore.”
We did move a lot slower, and I continued pulsing earth speak as we shadowed the shoreline. We saw the dark, heavy smoke first, and Corvus frowned. “That is where the town of Bracara is located. It is at the mouth of the Varvao River.” He had his spyglass out, but we didn’t have an angle to see the origin of the smoke.
By the intensity of the smoke, it was clear the orcs had sacked the town. “Where are the warships then?” I asked, scanning with my own spyglass.
Corvus was confused as well. “They might be anchored in the river, but it is too shallow and has too fast a current for the large ships to sail up to Varvao Lake. We will wait until dark to descend and scout the town.”
We moved away from the coast to make camp. As we set camp, Corvus commented, “I am surprised. Most sentries are hard to work with. Myself, of course, being the exception.” He had a self-deprecating smile.
I felt I needed to explain myself. “During Hound training, I was far superior to the others in most skills. The other pups did not like constantly losing to me.”
He studied me before saying, “The Hounds have been taking on unqualified men the last few years. Perhaps the Centurions need to be more open-minded and let more foreigners like you into our ranks like you.” He was not very subtle in testing me.
I didn’t hesitate in my response. “I think they are smart not to. The Empire needs to know those who defend its borders are loyal and not traitors with certainty.”
He picked up his warm tea from the thermal stone. “Perhaps. The Truthseekers are known to be fallible.” The bastard was definitely testing me. Did he suspect something? No, it must be Centurion Sergius who picked up on something when he questioned me. What had I said that made him doubt me?
I thought I did a good job not expressing a reaction to his statement as I responded. “I have never heard of anyone fooling a Truthseeker. How is that accomplished?” I asked calmly.
He studied me while I chewed on some spiced jerky. “It is not fooling the Truthseeker but the Truthseeker whose loyalties are suspect.” He took a long pull of his tea. “Did you know two Imperial Truthseekers were found to be working for the Esenhem elves?”
This was no normal Hound. He knew things that he should not be privy to. “I did not. How do you know about it?”
Corvus grinned a little vainly. “My father is preparing me to take over the Western Hounds. When I am promoted to Centurion, I will need good people close to me. He said I should look at you closely.” Corvus confided. I was left a little shocked. Was he playing mind games with me, or was this genuine? Corvus, besides smelling like ass, definitely had a charisma to him. “I will take a watch and you can get two hours of sleep.”
I didn’t object but only closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. I kept my ears on alert in my faux sleep until Corvus woke me. We were fortunate to have a cloudy night, covering Neptune’s Tear and the bright stars.
With our night vision goggles, we moved to investigate the town under cover of darkness. Even though Corvus's position appeared to be garnered through nepotism, he was a very competent Hound, and against my better judgment, I was actually finding myself liking him.
From a half mile away, I could smell the burnt wood long before we reached the town. It looked abandoned, with over half the town smoldering. We took cover and scanned the ruins together, I had the right and he had the left. “I see a few orcs. No apparent Pathfinders,” I whispered.
“Seven on my side. No sign of any Telhians besides a few charred bodies. Most would have fled, and any captured would have been collared and loaded on the ships. But where are the ships? Not even the one we saw a few hours ago is here.” I scanned the water to confirm, but I did not see anything.
“Are there any other Hounds stationed nearby?” I asked, thinking he might know.
“There were only three of us in Kraken Bay. Jakob, who spotted the fleet, was killed by Pathfinders according to my father. We are the only two left. Hercule was recalled to join Marconis’ Pack to hunt down an infiltrator.” He stood slowly, making a decision. “We are going upriver. It is the only place those warships could be.”
We backed away from Bracara and made our way south along the Varvao River. It was only a short time before we found an anchored ship. Oil lamps and glow stones highlighted it through the budding trees. I followed Corvus to the shore to study the ship from a distance.
A dead fish floated by, and then another. Corvus was focused on the ship’s deck with his spyglass. “I can see a second ship anchored a mile further up. They shouldn’t have been able to sail this far up the river.”
“Do you think the dead fish have something to do with it?” I asked, pointing.
Corvus looked down, confused at the dozens of dead fish floating by. He scooped up some water, which was thick with mud, and cursed. “Let’s go. I need to tell my father.” I had an inkling of what he surmised as we moved away from the river to a safe distance. He opened his book and wrote, “The orc clerics are widening and deepening the river. The fleet is traveling upriver and will reach the lake and then sail onto Varvao.”
Just like before, he did not have to wait long for a response from the Centurion. I was surprised Corvus was not keeping the communication secret from me as the words scrawled across the page as they were written. “Leave the new Hound to follow the fleet’s progress. You are to get to the Archives now.”
Corvus closed the book, relief on his face. I assumed it was because he would soon be out of danger. “Looks like this is where we part company, Hound Eryk. Try to keep yourself alive. The Empire needs men like you.” He extended his hand for us to shake wrists…
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Erick Thiemke
it needs to sound friendly
Erick Thiemke
corrected
Erick Thiemke
corrected all
Brianna Stormcloud
Thanks for the chapter! Lucius or Quintus are my suggestions 📖🍿
J S
Ouch!
Jack Trance
Aesop was talkative for Hound --Aesop was talkative for a Hound “Were you parents from the Telhian Empire then?” -- “Were your parents from the Telhian Empire then?” We waited for a quarter an hour -- We waited for a quarter of an hour Perhaps the Centurions need to be more open-minded and let more foreigners into or ranks like you.” -- Perhaps the Centurions need to be more open-minded and let more foreigners like you into our ranks.” “I will take a watch and get two hours of sleep.” -- “I will take the watch, you've got two hours to sleep.” EXISTING: We continued our flight south, and Aesop chuckled after a few miles, “That was exhilarating. We can start to angle back to Kraken Bay and slow down.” He asked as we moved silently among the trees angling west. NEW: We continued our flight south, and after a few miles Aesop finally spoke up “That was exhilarating" he chuckled, "We can start to angle back to Kraken Bay and slow down.” True to his word we continued slowly and silently among the trees, angling west.
Robert Biederman
This chapter was outstanding there were no errors that I could find
PatronTurtle
That also makes them a better leader. Being charismatic is being likable and his father isn't likable at all in his actions. Someone who is charismatic knows enough about how people work to know how to change their behavior to get their goals and influence the person positively
Abdullah Abdulhameed
Nah charismatic people are far more dangerous than any other cuz they make u lower ur guard around them.
PatronTurtle
Aesop seems like a way better person than his father. Or a better actor at least
Fortunis
Smart move snaking a skin and blood sample. I like it.
ImYou
Thats such an op ability how do u even fight that?
Jazmine Gladney
Maybe names like Timotheus, Tyris, Avitus, Cassius, Titus? Also, great chapter!
Silver Beard
But chances are good he will need to be eliminated when Eryk hits the Archive which will be soon.
JollyRodger
Most of the Roman like names I can think of are always alphabet busters. Like Gaius Julius Caesar, everyone has this huge important name. My gut though says everyone also had a nickname they used in life. Only busting out the full name for something important. Big declarations. Cassius Marcellus is just gangsta if you need a name. That character needs to be harder than woodpecker lips though. The real life guy was the most lethal dualist in the north before the American Civil War. He killed more slavery supporters in duals than Colonel Sanders killed chickens. Check out the fat electrician video on him. It's great.
Karnnie
I like Marc. or a more time period acurate name Marcus. Or Titus. For some reason Those are the names that come to mind when I read his parts.
Karnnie
Aesop was talkative for Hound as he remained a few steps behind me. Aesop was talkative for a Hound as he remained a few steps behind me. He started in front on me but I was not going to deal with his odor so moved ahead of him. He started in front of me but I was not going to deal with his odor so moved ahead of him. “That was exhilarating. We can start to angle back to Kraken Bay and slow down.” He asked as we moved silently among the trees angling west. “That was exhilarating. We can start to angle back to Kraken Bay and slow down.” He stated as we moved silently among the trees angling west. “The Hounds have been taking on unqualified men the last few years. Perhaps the Centurions need to be more open-minded and let more foreigners into or ranks like you.” “The Hounds have been taking on unqualified men the last few years. Perhaps the Centurions need to be more open-minded and let more foreigners into our ranks, like you.”
Erick Thiemke
maybe in book 5 when he is in the Boutan Caliphate as the orcs have more honor than the Telhians (at least they are not openly backstabbing each other for power). right now the FUBAR coming is kind of set in stone to facilitate the MCs departure from the Empire....reached that 'point of no return' in the writing
Caledon Smith
Thank you, you have made a point that has been bothering me. Over the past couple of books, the main drawback has been that the villains are simply portrayed as bad because they do bad things. I would love to see the story develop more charismatic villains whose goals conflict with the main character's. Dynamic villains should strive to achieve good or great things from their own perspective. For example, consider characters who are deeply loyal to the Empire and work tirelessly to see it grow and flourish, yet clash with the main character, who desires the freedom to leave. These villains are doing what they believe is right, but their actions are at odds with the main character's goals. It's a nuanced concept that I'm struggling to convey succinctly, but I believe it could add a lot of depth to the story.
Lemes
Aesop is Greek. I think a Roman name would make more sense for this hounds since he is the son of a nobleman in a society based on ancient Rome. Aesop was very strange.
Lemes
I have no doubt that the emperor must be a monster when he uses his void spell, but I imagine that the elves must have some very powerful wizards too. They have life expectancies of over a thousand years and it would be strange if they didn't have at least a few wizards who could stand up to the emperor. There is also the fact that the more powerful the spell, the greater the ether expenditure. I think that for us to have a well-balanced plot, the emperor's power cannot be excessively off scale.
Angus
Thanks for the chapter!
Noah
I like Aesops character, good chapter
yohan gu
Affinty scales like Affinity = A0 + 10*ln(spell power). (spell power [the scaling characteristics of the spell] increases exponentially with affinity). This means that if you want a spell to be 1000 times stronger, you just need 100 more affinity. I don't remember what banishment spells were discussed, but if there is any that is just decent at ~80 affinity, it would become totally busted long before reaching 200. Ultimately it all depends on how much essence the Emperor could get and how effective it was. In any case, the Emperor destroying entire armies by himself has been discussed since Macha, so it is consistent with prior lore. As for the enemies: the emperor is the empire's security guarantee. He can singlehandedly destroy armies, but in doing so he exposes himself and, if he died, the Empire would lose its protector. In most cases the calculus of risks to the Empire is in favor of the Emperor not intervening. Now that everyone is attacking, the hope they have is to overwhelm him. He cannot be everywhere at the same time and the more he does, the more he risks dying. Their strategy hinges on - either the Emperor not coming to the front - or him going to face another army first and eventually perishing (orcs, Bartiradians and elves are not allied that we know of).
TKC iCorey
It could also be called "Corvus" it sounds like both a hero and a villain.
Rhys Jones
You could use the Roman way, and the first son is after the father and he could have a nick name untill then?
Thresher
I knew a guy named Alsop and every time I read Aesops’s name I just pronounce it Alsop in my head cause they sound so similar. I’ll suggest Alsop. Thanks for the chapter.
Lemes
Yes, I can imagine a lot of things that these spells can do. The issue I'm questioning is that the elves had hundreds of years to plan and prepare to face this power. It's not possible that they would risk invading the empire and knowing about the emperor's power without having some countermeasure prepared. It would be a testament to their stupidity. But my question remains, what would be the area of coverage of their powers? 100 square meters? Two hundred? A thousand? Well, I imagine that for something like a thousand square meters of coverage, the emperor would have to have something close to 200 in his void affinity.
Knightfire
Instead of Aesop try Vorenus. Lucius Varenus was a Roman centurion written about by Caesar
Erick Thiemke
there was a something about void magic when he learned his spell form for it. void magic overcomes resistences easier. you can also read the names of those higher tier void spell forms and imagine what they could do
Erick Thiemke
Definitely get her books 1 and 2 for Christmas
Lemes
The chapter is very good. It's good for the story that not all of MC's enemies are portrayed as vile and unpleasant people. This gives more dramatic depth when MC has to fight them. It will be interesting to see how Erick will manage to invade and destroy the archives. I have a question for the author. What is the range of the Emperor's Void spell? I ask this because I imagine that taking into account everything we've seen so far about statistics, for an area spell to reach something like a few hundred square meters the caster's affinity should be something close to 200. Taking this into account, no matter how powerful the Emperor is, he would still have to get dangerously close to his targets. I think the elves, with their longevity, must have come up with several countermeasures to face him.
Daniel kanevsky
Thanks for the chapter!
Shane clark
My wife is laughing at me at how excited i get when a new chapter comes out.
Andrew
Thank you!
Erick Thiemke
1st of four for cycle, not sure I like Aesop's name. I am taking suggestions to change it. Next chapter will be Saturday. I will be finishing the audiobook review and writing Town Builder next
