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A Soldier's Life - 228 - Alone At Last
🕑 Added 2024-07-11 15:13:25 +0000 UTCChapter 228: Alone At Last
Five members of Castile’s company were mixed in with other unfamiliar legionnaires: Blaze, Mateo, Adrian, Lirkin, and Kolm. Adrian started laughing good-naturedly, “Look at our new Hound. All dressed up and ready to hunt the enemies of the Empire.” He approached, and we clasped wrists as equals. “Is Konstantin well?” he asked softly.
“The other pups needed a few more weeks of seasoning,” I smirked. He nodded, looking a little relieved.
“After a few months with Konstantin, I expect they would differ in your opinion.” He clapped me on the shoulder.
Hercule was agitated by my familiarity with the company—or maybe the fact I had friends. “Hound, let's head out. If we start now, we can make Freidival by dark.”
I rolled my eyes out of his view. Covering nearly a hundred miles was not feasible, and I could tell he was angry. Maybe he had pieced together that I had tainted his canteen. I made a gamble and turned and held up two large silver, “Are you sure you don't want to get some breakfast on me?” Two large silver coins were two weeks' pay for a Hound, and I guessed correctly that Hercule was easily bribed.
His eyes betrayed his greed, and he snatched the coins. “Meet me at the west gate in an hour.” He led his horse away, leaving me with the company.
The company was forming around the Displacement Mage, and I fell into step with Adrian. “How has the company been? Is Castile well? Is Maveith still with you?”
Adrian was as congenial as ever. “We have been stationed here for eleven weeks. Castile won’t admit it, but she deserves a rest. We have been doing short expeditions into the surrounding towns. We have accounted for seventeen goblins and a pair of centaurs. We discovered one doppelgänger that managed to flee and also exterminated a nest of giant centipedes.” Adrian relayed the company’s exploits.
“Don’t forget about the sprites,” Lirkin called from behind us.
Blaze chirped from behind us, “Mateo and Benito got tricked by some sprites and pixies. They ended up tied up naked in the woods and nearly froze." overnight.”
Mateo groused, “That is not how it happened. They fooled us into thinking they were young women lost in the woods.”
Kolm contributed his thoughts from the left side of the formation, “I thought Benito said you were following some scantily clad women into the woods for a tryst?”
Mateo moaned, “Castile thought it was a dryad, but the women were illusions, and Castile said we had been charmed by the pixies. We both had our legionnaire armor stolen by the sprites. I wish it had been a dryad and not an illusion,” Mateo said wistfully recalling the illusion.
Adrian shook his head, “You were lucky it wasn’t a dryad. It would have charmed and imprisoned you while they slowly sucked your life essence out through carnal acts to feed its progeny.”
Mateo responded immediately, “But it is a nice way to go. Eryk, you still got the dreamscape amulet?”
I didn’t respond but let him see me shake my head to the negative. “What about Maveith?” I asked Adrian.
Everyone looked at each, and I expected bad news. Adrian answered for the group. “He returned to Sobral eight weeks ago. Don’t worry about the goliath, he sent a message that he got back safely and Ginger was fine.” I nodded in thanks at the news, and at least I knew where Maveith was. I had promised him to return with him to his home to see his father.
We approached a luxurious villa, and the displacement mage and his legionnaires turned here. Adrian and the company men entered the adjacent villa. I tied Comet off outside and climbed the steps with them, and Mateo yelled, “We found a stray at the portal! Can we keep him Castile!”
“Dog or a cat?” Benito’s voice yelled back. “I always wanted a dog, but my mother wouldn’t let me get one.” Benito and Linus came out of a side room, and their eyes turned into saucers.
Linus, the company medic, yelled, “You got us a full-grown Hound! An ugly one, but he will do for Benito.”
Benito gave me an unexpected hug as he crashed into me. “Eryk’s back!”
The entire villa erupted in noise as everyone came to see me. Castile stood in a doorway, a small smirk on her features. Adrian barked an order, “He only has an hour, so we will be having an early lunch.”
The company men who had returned with us began to remove their armor, and Lirkin rushed to cook while I was inundated with questions. It felt like I was home. After a few minutes, I asked, “Where is Brutus?”
Silence fell in the room. Firth answered amusedly, “He took service with First Citizen Boris Angella.” That was surprising—and disconcerting.
Benito noted, “Good thing. He hadn’t stopped complaining since we left the capital. Always whining that Eryk took the runic weapon and didn’t need it. I thought Maveith was going shove his runic hammer in his mouth to shut him up.”
Castile broke into the conversation, “The rule is we don’t talk ill of lost comrades.” Everyone went silent again. That normally applied to those who had died. Castile was, in a way, indicating Brutus was dead to the company, which got some nods. “Eryk, if you have some time, perhaps you can regale me with tales of your Hound training in the other room?”
I stood and went to talk with Castile. She immediately asked, “Konstantin?”
“He should be back in a few weeks. How is your new porter? He doesn’t talk much.” I referred to the quiet kid I had noticed.
“Malory is another of Antonia’s spies. He does his job as a porter well enough. So, you have been inserted in the Western Hounds?” She asked.
“Yes. I am already regretting my decision to become a Hound.” I confided to her.
Castile had a pained look, “Centurion Sergius has an insidious reputation. They should have warned you. Step carefully, Eryk.” She warned and finally smiled. “You look—well.”
“The training was difficult, but I maximized the opportunity that was provided. Our shared experience has been tested numerous times.” I said, rubbing my forearm to indicate the bone inscription we had received.
“Mine as well. Never talk about it in the open. Where are you assigned?” Castile inquired.
“A lookout that is west of Freidival on the coast—watching Kraken Bay for orc invasion ships,” I replied. I pulled out my message-sending notebook. “I was given this and have been checking it morning and evening for orders.” Castile nodded if familiarity of the artifact, and I put it away.
“The consensus is if the Boutan Orcs attack the western Empire, they will target Varvao and Bartatal, the only two significant populations in the west. They will sail through Kraken Bay to cut those two cities off from the rest of the Empire. The only other asset in the west is the dungeon we discovered,” Castile said, considering. That was not quite true. I had passed dozens of small towns and farms when I traveled the western Empire. Those civilians would be displaced if war erupted, but in the tides of war, the civilians were an after thought.
A thought occurred to me, “The writing on the walls in that dungeon—wasn’t it orc?”
“Yes, I saw the Adventurer’s Guild report from the dungeon. It was a ceremonial dungeon for young warriors of the nomadic orcs that used to live and roam the plains. The First Legion chased them off. But it is not lost on the Collegium Scholarium that those same orcs migrated to amd joined the Boutan Caliphate. They may be seeking to reclaim their ancestral lands.” Castile informed me and voiced my own thoughts. “The Empire’s past sins are coming back to plague them.”
“I have to head to the west gate soon,” I said, wanting to spend a little more time with the company.
Castile reached out and grabbed my arm to have me pause, “Remember who I said you could trust?”
A long time ago, Castile had told me who was in her plans to flee the Empire. I nodded, “Adrian, Felix, Mateo, and Blaze. Felix died in the Shimmering Labyrinth.”
“Good. You can add one other to that list.” I was almost certain she was going to say Konstantin, but instead, she said, “Benito.”
Now, Benito was a good man and his straightforwardness funny, but trusting him with such a massive secret—seemed foolish. “Mateo recruited him,” Castile explained in concealed exasperation. “After Felix died, the two became close. If the Empire crumbles, we will head to Gramney, the capital of the Grand Duchy of Manch. If you want to find us, that is where we will be.”
I nodded. The Grand Duchy was on the other side of the Kingdom of Bartiradia. It would be a difficult journey for them, but I had plans with Maveith. But it also told me Castile was getting ready to run herself. The threat of the archives was much less applicable if the Telhian Empire collapsed.
I spent some more time with the company and was almost an hour late to the western gate. I asked the city guards, but Hercule hadn’t shown up yet either. It appeared he had planned to make me wait for him. He arrived about twenty minutes after I did. “Hope you didn’t have to wait long,” he snickered.
Rather than tell him I had been an hour late, I looked upset, turned Comet to the road, and trotted off. It took us two days to get to Freidival. Hercule had tried to switch our canteens when we camped in a farmer’s barn. I made a show of drinking from it but used my purify self spell form to not be affected by the lingering laxative. This had almost been a mistake because it had been a potion and had its own aether. This made it cost a lot more aether to purify it from my stomach, but I learned a valuable lesson. I also enjoyed Hercule’s confusion when I suffered no ill effects.
The city of Freidival had a high stone wall and was surrounded by hundreds of farms. The populace here was just as depressed as the other cities I had traveled through this winter. There was a Legion Hall in this city, where Hercule led us. Six mostly gray-haired legionnaires sat in the common room and looked at us with curiosity. Hercule pointed at me, “This Hound will be taking a pack horse and all the supplies he can load. What type of ale do you have?”
The oldest of the group with battered resin-leather armor nodded slowly, “Just the local brew. We only have a pair of nags in the stables, and you are welcome to have one or both.”
Hercule went to the keg behind the unattended bar and retrieved a pitcher and mug. When I didn’t move, he looked back at me, “Well, Hound, get to it. If I helped you all the time, you would start to expect me to hold your cock while you piss.” I didn’t retort as I couldn’t recall once when Hercule helped me with anything.
One of the old legionaries stood and waved me to follow. He had a friendly demeanor and smiled. “Name is Leo. You heading out to one of the sentry posts?”
“I am Eryk. Yes, I am,” I replied in a friendly reply.
“Well, we don’t have much. Shipments have been infrequent, and most of here are retired and just called back to fill in the rolls.” He opened the door to a barely lit supply room with moldly scent. It was one of the worst-stocked Legion Halls I had seen in my time. A lot of the gear looked worn, damaged, or just broken. “Saddle bags are over there. I will go to the tack room and prep one of the nags unless you want both?”
“I will do it myself, but thank you.” I walked the shelves, and there was nothing I needed here. Still, I packed some heavy wool blankets, oiled canvas, and two saddlebags with ration bars. I didn’t know how long I would be on watch.
I spent time in the stables examining the two nags, using what Lucien had taught me. Both were old and had spine issues, so they couldn’t be ridden. It might have been better to put them down or let them loose. Still, both were extremely docile and friendly. I gave both of them an apple from my storage and decided not to take either. My packs were only about fifty pounds, and Comet could manage.
“Ready?” Hercule asked when I returned to the common room. He had been drinking alone, and there were now nine old legionnaires making use of the open cask of ale. I nodded, and he drained his mug and rose.
He was a little surprised at how little I had taken from the stores, but I deflected by telling him I could forage for what I needed. The road and farms quickly disappeared into just a wide, rarely-used path. Hercule had suddenly become much more cautious as we headed west, toward the bay.
With the density of growth in some areas, I would have preferred to be walking and using my earth speak ability. After an hour, he finally spoke, “Gnolls don’t get this far west, but two years ago, a Hound was taken down by an owl bear, and red goblin tribes find their way here and settle from the south.” I couldn’t tell if he was trying to scare or help me.
“What are my duties as a sentry?” I asked since he finally seemed to be less of an ass at the moment.
“You will be given night sight goggles and an artificed spyglass. Every two hours, you scan out into Kraken Bay, even at night. You see something important, you write it in the book. If Centurion Sergius has need of you elsewhere, he will write it in the book.” He hadn’t lost his dickish attitude toward me, and his tone was condescending, as if I should have already known my duties.
I smelled the ocean before I saw it as we started climbing a steep hill. We dismounted, giving me a chance to use my earth speak ability again. I paused as I found a crude pit spike trap. Hercule grunted, “Oh, forgot to mention, the lookout is surrounded by traps for your safety. You will need to maintain them as well.” I think he had been hoping I would have stepped into the trap and had to waste my Hound healing potion.
We crested the hill, and below us was a barren landscape leading to a sandy beach about a mile away. A Hound stepped from an outcropping to our left. “Expected you yesterday.” He said angrily.
I found Hercule wasn’t just an ass to me as he responded with the same snark to this Hound, “Got here when I felt like it. If I hadn’t had this fresh off the teat pup with me, I would have made better speed.”
The Hound, a tall man with light brown hair and thick corded muscles, shook his head, “Sergius is expecting me in Lorvo the day after tomorrow.”
“You should have just left early,” Hercule snickered.
The Hound, whose name I recalled as Clodius, snapped, “There have been six orc ships passing in the last month. All were fishing ships, but they never fish this far south in the bay. They were clearly scouting. The attack could happen at any time. I was not going to leave my post and risk missing the war fleet sailing past.”
My assessment of this Hound was positive. He was competent and took his duty seriously. We walked with him to a small cave exposed to the water below. Clodius started talking while he gathered his things. “You can’t see the cave from the beach, but don’t start a fire or use a glowstone at night. About a mile south, there is a berry field. No berries till spring, but there are large onions in the area as well. Use your thermal stone to thaw the earth if you are interested. Crabs on the beach are easy enough to catch, but don’t eat the clams. They always give me the shits for some reason. In the spring, there will be plenty of game in the woods.”
He shouldered his pack, eager to leave, and I realized he was taking Comet. He paused. “Watch the surf at night. I've been seeing some merfolk scavenging the shore, but they won’t climb up here but you never know. Be careful, there are traps and alarms surrounding this entire lookout. If you had arrived yesterday, I would have had time to show them all to you.” He looked pointedly at Hercule, who shrugged indifferently.
I walked with him, got my bags from Comet, and gave him one last apple. Clodius looked on, licking his lips but not asking for one himself. I produced another one and handed it to him as he didn’t seem like a bad guy. “What about me?” Hercule asked.
“All out, sorry,” I stated dispassionately. He looked at me doubtfully but didn’t press.
Without any real goodbyes, the two Hounds led the horses down the steep hill. I watched them go, realizing I was going to be alone, but the question was, for how long?
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Erick Thiemke
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Brianna Stormcloud
Thanks for the chapter 📖🍿 Wondering if they took his horse, is he supposed to run to wherever Sergius needs him?
Andrew Crews
The oldest of the group with battered resin-leather armor nodded slowly, “Just the local brew. We only have a pair of nags in the stables, and you are welcome to have one * of both.” The oldest of the group with battered resin-leather armor nodded slowly, “Just the local brew. We only have a pair of nags in the stables, and you are welcome to have one or both.”
Erick Thiemke
good memory. when i get to this chapter edit i can change it
Jeb Wieland
Isn't Damian the name of the healer that helped Eryk learn his space affinity spell form? Maybe change the name of this guy to something else?
J S
That’s a good question.
Erick Thiemke
I add 2 chapters every Wednesday. Seraphim gets 4 chapters a week so gets further and further ahead
Tony
Do I need to pay the 25$ tier to read the rest of this?
Apophixas
And rodents. And birds. And in this fantasy world, plenty of nasty mean creatures magical and mundane. XD
Kevin O'Malley
Checking the sea every two hours seems like the limiting factor. He can’t get too far away. Although I expect that farming the orc dungeon will be a thing. Egging the mermen into attacking will be a hobby.
Asterrahl
Eryk can finally take a break! Almost a vacation! While I am home, warm in bed, I can forget about the inconvenient realities of a hermit retreat in the wilderness and just pretend it would be wonderful. *It's actually full of bugs
Jordan
Be careful that this entire lookout is surrounded by traps and alarms. That -> as
Fortunis
Well. Hercule is definitely a shitbag. I wonder how he'll die.
Tetsu-nii
Typo(?): /fill in the roles/ => /fill in the rolls/ (as in "roll call" during morning muster)
Tetsu-nii
Typo: /I was giving this and/ => /I was *given* this and/
Erick Thiemke
Just the difficulty of it. Swatting a fly in movement but I do like the idea
Carnaza
I understand that it will be OP, but is there any reason why Eryk can't transfer tiny amounts of his enemies' weapons in combat? Basically, moving a tiny size of a sword can cause it to break.
Karnnie
I made a gambit and turned and held up two large silver, “Are you sure you don't want to get some breakfast on me?” I made a gamble and turned and held up two large silver, “Are you sure you don't want to get some breakfast on me?” We discovered one doppelgänger that managed to flee and exterminate a nest of giant centipedes.” Adrian relayed. We discovered one doppelgänger that managed to flee and we exterminated a nest of giant centipedes.” Adrian relayed. Now, Benito was a good man and simplicity funny, but trusting him with such a massive secret—seemed foolish. Now, Benito was a good man and surprisingly (unless you meant simply, then it makes his sound like he is not right in the head) funny, but trusting him with such a massive secret—seemed foolish. We only have a pair of nags in the stables, and you are welcome to have one of both.” We only have a pair of nags in the stables, and you are welcome to have one or both.” Every two hours, you scan the out into Kraken Bay, even at night. Every two hours, you scan out into Kraken Bay, even at night. I've been seeing some merfolk scavenging the shore, they won’t climb up here but you never know. Be careful that this entire lookout is surrounded by traps and alarms. Be careful this entire lookout is surrounded by traps and alarms.
Jonathan Desjardins
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Silver Beard
He should have used Earthspeak in her presence to see if she noticed anything. Keeping secrets is great; but if a Mage could detect use ability- that might matter a great deal down the road. Know when to kill and when not too... know when to use ability and when to hold back!
striderfighter
It's really wild to think that the Royal road readers have still not even gotten to the dungeon yet...
yohan gu
It was a good fight that showcased his skill well.
Angus
Six gray *’haired’? legionnaires sat in the common room
Thresher
I hope we get to see him fight some orcs again. That 1v9 orc fight is my favorite part of this story so far.
Daniel kanevsky
Also maybe practice his orc and Mayan? Pick up some other training? Also he has a glass that makes elfish liquor, if he gets out of the empire, that could be a great commodity to trade, and he could make a bottle per week
Silver Beard
He should change up the traps. Gnoll hill- someone talked. Imagine the two leaving don't make it and give up the locations to more Pathfinders?
Silver Beard
I know he's not a fan of empire salt, but should have hit a trader in town for spices. Some things won't be that easy to forage; does have his herb skill. Might be something. Time for first entry in book...arrived late. Time to throw Hercule under the bus. Should detail how quickly Hercule was willing to take a bribe to give Eryk more time with his old company and then was 80 minutes late to leave. To me, if you want to get in Sergius 'good' book, you need to be as insidious as he is... and survive/prosper from it. Time to get started.
Andrew
Thank you!
Daniel kanevsky
Thanks for the chapter!
Grant lee merrifield
Woot
Lemes
I hope this time at the guard post lasts long enough for the MC to be able to hunt and acquire a good amount of essences. Rereading the chapter, he was not shown receiving the night vision goggles..
Justin Garrett
Awesome chapter thanks.
Erick Thiemke
1st of 4 for cycle. onto finishing the World Sphere chapter. may have rushed this chapter a bit and will do a read edit on it later
