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A Soldiers Life - 223 - Blood Hunt
🕑 Added 2024-07-03 02:22:08 +0000 UTCChapter 223: Blood Hunt
Konstantin smiled as the room scrambled to prepare for training to resume. The gleam in his eye told me whatever was planned would not be fun.
“I hope you all enjoyed your time off and followed the first rule of being a Hound.” Confusion around the room as everyone looked at each other for help. Konstantin resumed with an un-Konstantin-like smile. “The rule is that you should always be aware of your surroundings. I am sure you all walked the outer wall, explored all the streets in Sierra, and didn’t just spend your coins in the brothel and taverns.” That was exactly what everyone had done by the dead silence.
Hearne grinned as he asked, “A Hound never rests and is always on watch. Can anyone name the four streets in the upper district?”
There was a spell of silence, so I offered, “Pegasi Way.” Hearne nodded and waited for more. The thing with Roman cities was that there were no street signs. The city maps named the streets, and the citizens knew them. So, if you didn’t ask the locals, you would never find the names. I had noticed a tiled mosaic of black-winged horses around the fountain at the street's intersection but couldn’t recall other mosaics at intersections, so I guessed a common street name next, “Fortuna Street.”
Konstantin jumped on the answer to call me out. “Wrong. Fortuna Way is in the lower city. It looks like none of you are prepared to be a Hound yet.” He sighed like a disappointed father and reached into his pocket, producing a silver-plated-looking pocket watch. “This is a blood compass.”
Everyone was instantly mesmerized with the object in his hands. We were finally getting our first Hound artifact, and excitement rippled through the room. Konstantin turned it over in his hand, “It is a simple but powerful tool.”
He flipped opened the device like a pocket watch, and I could see the runic workings on the inside. “The best way to use this device is to place a piece of cloth inside with dried blood. Wet blood will tarnish the runes and damage them over time.” He handed the device to Cato.
Cato took it, placed a piece of cloth inside it, and snapped it shut. “One of the requirements for being a Hound is being able to channel aether to activate artifacts.” He held the circular device in his palm, and it jumped toward Hearne. Hearne snatched it out of the air, expecting it. “When you channel aether into the device, the object pulls toward the owner of the blood. The closer the person, the stronger the pull. Never open the compass until you achieve your objective, as the sample will be destroyed.”
Hearne announced, holding up the blood compass. “These also cost dozens of gold to artifice. You break it, and you will never be given another artifact for as long as you are a Hound.”
The threat hung in the air. The Empire had a habit of making legionnaires pay for their own gear. If you lost a blood compass, you would have to spend a lifetime repaying its value as a Hound. Hearne tossed the device in the air and caught it casually, “They are fairly durable, so you would have to do something stupid to break one. Between blood samples, it needs to be cleaned. Place it on your thermal stone for one hour and then use alchemist’s distilled alcohol to clean the runes on the inside before adding a new blood sample.”
“Any questions?” Konstantin barked impatiently. “Normally, I would have one for each of you to practice with, but some of you can’t even charge a glowstone yet.” A few men winced as they couldn’t shape their aether enough to force it into an artifact. Konstantin pulled out four more blood compasses, all of them tarnished and scratched with age.
“Who are we tracking?” Val asked eagerly. Val could already track objects he had touched, but that did not apply to living things.
I thought that was a stupid question, but Jansen confirmed it. “Us, of course. No weapons or Hound armor, just the common clothes you were given. Each of us has a yellow scarf—he held up his wrist to show the scarf wrapped around it. He then tucked it into his sleeve. “Subdue your target, get the scarf, and return here with it. Hopefully, you’re familiar with the city, as we won’t be idle.” His tone turned sardonic at the end. To me, this sounded like a game of Capture the Flag.
Konstantin said, “Three of you will be working alone.” He handed Sigma, Val, and me our own compass. “The rest of you will have to divide into two teams.” I immediately activated my blood compass and felt it pull toward Cato. This was a surprise as I had been certain mine would have been Konstantin. Cato just winked in anticipation at my surprise. Cato was an expert at survival in both the wild and city.
Konstantin continued as everyone got anxious to start, “The city guards are aware we are training in the city. They, however, are free to detain you if you act suspiciously or assault your targets in the open.”
Castian arrogantly said, “We are above the city guards. Why can’t we just tell them to go fuck their ogre of a mother.”
Konstantin shook his head, disappointed again. “When a Hound operates in the city, no one knows they are there. You will eventually be tasked to locate shapeshifters, follow suspected spies, and watch others who may pose a danger to the Empire. We are trying to squeeze three months of city training into one month. How you do today will help us determine what we must focus on for the little time we have.”
That silenced everyone. Two others were smart enough to activate their compasses before the Hounds started leaving. The last Hound, David, turned over a small hourglass. “Wait fifteen minutes, and then you are free to start.”
I noticed the pompous Castian had taken the blood compass and selected his group members from the remaining pups, leaving the other group to fend for themselves with an unbalanced group.
Castian’s party started leaving after five minutes, the hourglass not even half gone. Sigma tried to stop him, “There is still some time left.”
“They are not going to know,” Castian said haughtily, leading his group out. Was the man an idiot? Of course Konstantin would know. The other group reluctantly followed the first, leaving just Sigma, Val, and me. We all stared at each in silence and waited until the last grain of sand fell before racing out the door.
I slowed to a walk in the street as I felt out the blood compass and swore. The fucking thing was oscillating in two directions! Was he tricking the artifact, or did this mean you could leave blood behind to fool it? I chose a random direction and started walking, acting as casually as I could while scanning the streets. Cato had been wearing a heavy tan jacket, deep blue leggings and black boots. The intensity of the two different signals didn’t change for two blocks. Then, one finally started to overpower the other, taking me toward the city’s eastern gate.
It was clear the bastard Cato had left the city as I approached. Or was this the false trail? The other signal was in the direction of the Citadel in the upper city. I stopped and thought, WWCD—What Would Cato Do?
Castian and his group were arguing with the gate guards ahead of me, probably following their compass out of the city. I immediately spun and changed my direction. Ten minutes was not enough time to put a decoy outside the walls. He must have given it to whichever Hound Castian’s group was tracking, which I suspected was Konstantin.
As the signal faded behind me, the pull got stronger in the other direction. I just hoped I had guessed right. I scanned the crowd and saw Val race across the intersection ahead of me. Two constable guards were running after him, but he would easily evade them. It was probably some deliberate setup by his Hound target. I guessed from all this activity that during our two days off, the Hounds had been eagerly planning for this.
My compass pulled me to a villa a block from the citadel with two guards out front. I continued walking past and swore. This was not so much about chasing down but locating the Hounds in places we shouldn’t be going. I guess I should be happy it was a villa and not the sewers, not that Sierra had sewers, to my knowledge. The villa shared an eight-foot wall with the adjacent villa that had no guards—it actually looked abandoned with peeling paint and cracked stucco.
The streets only had a few people this early in the morning. After confirming no city guards were among them, I moved into an alcove in the wall and used an air shield to create a step and get over the wall quickly. I landed heavily in overgrown bushes. The small gardens had not been tended in some time and were a tangled maze of tripping hazards as I moved deeper through the brush toward my target.
The compass pull grew stronger, confirming that Cato was indeed in the nearby villa. I utilized an air shield as a platform to climb over the wall. The villa gardens were bare of leaves from winter, yet the paths were well-maintained. In the corner stood a small building that would provide cover if I leaped over the wall. I moved along the wall and climbed up, landing behind the structure. It seemed like some type of open-air building for worship or meditation, featuring an altar with a brazier.
The villa doors were fifty feet away, and I played with the compass, trying to get a vector on Cato’s location. It was pulling to the right and slightly up. So, he was at the front of the villa on the second floor. I admit the blood compass was useful once you got used to deciphering its pulls.
I didn’t see anyone through the minimal windows and considered my entry. I could use air shields and make my way up to a balcony in front of me or in the back. I scanned the villa multiple times before racing across the barren gardens and using three air shields to reach the villa’s balcony in three quick stepping leaps. I crouched on the marble-tiled balcony and listened for an alarm.
Doing this in daylight seemed reckless and we actually had not been given a deadline—too late now. I tried the door and it was unlocked. The hinges glided without a sound as I slipped inside and closed the door silently.
Being here made me rethink everything. I had rushed in and broken into a noble’s home. What if this was the decoy signal, and it was all a setup? The rooms were dark as glass was a luxury item, and the windows were shuttered for the winter. I cracked the hallway door and listened. Some muffled conversation from the first floor. This second floor was currently not heated, so the owners may remain below during the day.
The pull of the compass was much stronger, almost as strong as when I confirmed that Cato was my target. My heart raced as I crept down the hall like a cat and paused just before a thin string pulled a vase over. I felt the slight tension and caught the vase. This simple trap reassured me, and I knew Cato was here.
I was no longer breaking into a random noble house but tracking Cato. I cut the string with my dimensional space, replaced the vase, and crept forward, looking for more traps. There was only one door at the end of the hallway where I was being led.
I checked the compass one last time at the door, and the artifact wanted to jump from my grasp. I gave myself three choices: rush in and tackle Cato to get the yellow scarf, try to sneak in and surprise him, or knock. I thought it out and decided the door was most likely trapped. I decided to knock and, in my best fabricated voice, said, “I have water for you.”
A chair scrapping sounded as a man walked toward the door. “I don’t need it, but thank you.” A bolt was released on the door, and it cracked open. “Fuck,” Cato tried to slam and lock the door, but I shouldered it as soon as he saw me. He stumbled back as I took in the room. It was a simple sitting room with a good view of the street. He had been sitting in a chair away from a rare glass window.
We faced each other, both tense and waiting for the other to move. A tiny yellow fabric end poked out his sleeve. I pointed at it, and he shook his head, “Not gonna be that easy, pup. I am already going to hear it from the others for being found so soon.”
“What tricked the blood compass?” I asked conversationally.
“Fresh blood. The compass won't react if it is dried out or is more than a day old. Some mage tried to explain it to me once, but I didn’t understand.” I nodded in appreciation of the information—a long dead corpse would not resonate with the compass.
I relaxed slightly to set him at ease. “Are you going to call for help from the guards below? Whose residence is this anyway?”
“This is the Druses family villa, my uncle is the head of the family,” he replied conversationally.
“It is nice,” I replied, trying to get him to relax.
Cato shrugged, “My uncle is a successful merchant,” Cato admitted. “They spend the winter in the Capital, and just the caretakers live here in the winter. Spent a few summers here growing up. The two guards below are city guards earning an extra silver on their day off. Looks like I wasted my coin.”
It happened in the blink of an eye as Cato rushed me. He was trying to get past me and to the door. I gave him hope, giving him a false opening so that I could tackle him as he passed. We both rolled to the ground, seeking advantage on the wooden floor. Cato’s problem was he didn’t protect the scarf. I yanked it off quickly and sent it to my dimensional space.
“Jupiter’s wandering cock, Eryk.” He said angrily, pushing me away. There was no reason to fight further as he couldn’t get the scarf in my space. He pleaded, “At least wait an hour before returning to the barracks. We were supposed to keep you lot running till dark.”
“Who carried your blood outside the city?” I asked, standing and listening for the guards. Yep, they were coming, and by the sounds, both of them. Cato’s face was impassive as he waited for help. Maybe they would throw me in jail, and Cato would still win as I couldn’t return with the prize.
“Konstantin. He plans to jog around the outer city’s walls all day.” I chuckled at that, glad I wasn’t tracking him. I then walked to the window where he had been watching the street, pulling the window inward on hinges. The guards were thundering up the stairs as I committed and jumped.
I used two angled air shields to slow my fall, and I was on the ground with a hard landing that I took into a roll and stood immediately. I almost wanted to shout, “Parkour!” But restrained myself and just moved out into the street and did not look back. More people had joined the flow on the streets, and I blended in with them as I walked back to the barracks to enjoy the rest of my day off.
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Erick Davis
Now is Eryk Auditore ❤️
Erick Thiemke
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corrected - weird
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Erick Thiemke
yeah - hilarious
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Brianna Stormcloud
That was fun 📖 🍿
Andrew Crews
We both rolled around, seeking advantage on the wooden *. We both rolled around, seeking advantage on the wooden floor.
Andrew Crews
How you do today will help us determine what we must focus on for the little *tie we have.” How you do today will help us determine what we must focus on for the little time we have.”
Andrew Crews
Hearne grinned *as asked, “A Hound never rests and is always on watch. Can anyone name the four streets in the upper district?” Hearne grinned as he asked, “A Hound never rests and is always on watch. Can anyone name the four streets in the upper district?”
Rahul Paul
The office reference
Apophixas
Bro learned Air Walk. 🤣
Oeon
Bro literally Assassins Creed-ed it. The guards. The villa. The interrogation. The free fall escape. And the blend in with crowds.
Robert Biederman
As long as his aether holds out he could go through the air for any distance
Robert Biederman
I am assuming that once an airshield is placed within the air it is static it cannot be moved if this is the case why can't he just create steps in the air just walk or even run for that matter the way he is using them seems inefficient
Kevin O'Malley
tyftc
Adunn
I wish some of the others were more competent.
Fortunis
He totally should have yelled "parkour" 😆 🤣
Ivan Kanewske
We both rolled around, seeking advantage on the wooden. Cato’s problem was he didn’t protect the scarf. Probably should add floor after wooden
Ivan Kanewske
crouched and listened for an alarm an the marble balcony. Should be An alarm on
Tetsu-nii
Typo & suggestion: /Several pups were stupid enough to fight back against the pups and were subdued by guards with force./ 2nd "pups" => "guards"? If so, I'd suggest: /Several pups were stupid enough to fight back against the *guards* and were subdued *forcefully*./
Tetsu-nii
Typo: /advantage on the wooden./ Missing "floor" at the end?
Tetsu-nii
Typo: /glass with a luxury/ => /glass *was* …/
Tetsu-nii
Punctuation: /broken into a nobles home/ => /[…] *noble's* …/
Tetsu-nii
Punctuation: /Of course, Konstantin would know./ Remove the comma.
Tetsu-nii
Typo: /for the little tie we have/ => /[…] little *time* …/
Tetsu-nii
Punctuation: Missing quotation marks in /“Three of you will be working alone. He handed Sigma, Val, and me our own compass. The rest of you will have to divide into two teams.”/ Should be a close q-mark after "working alone", and an open q-mark before "The rest of".
Tetsu-nii
Typo: Remove the quotation marks around the sentence that begins /Konstantin pulled out four more blood compasses …/
Caledon Smith
My mind jumped to Dresden Files which I know did it before the office, :-) I’m just old like that I guess
NightRider
Shouldn’t Eryk have gotten himself a local guide to learn the street names and landmarks of the city he is in, instead of going back to rest at the barracks. Konstantin will be disappointed by him again, not spending his time wisely especially that they are going to be in the city for the next week.
Roberto Dias
He have the scarf. Already won. Until sunset is time to hustle. Sell/buy/make/plan/lay/find/hide/dig/talk/whatever. Lots of things he can do. While the opposition is busy..
Daniel kanevsky
Yeah but if they delay him from getting back to the barracks, he still loses
Roberto Dias
Now he got time to do the recon/scouting of the wall/city Konstantin was bitching about. And do some prepping...
Roberto Dias
Don't want to sound like a whining baby, but... Buaaa... more soldier.... gimme more soldier.... buaaa.... Addicted here... And Thanks for the chapter
larback
It would be great to have a chapter a day of this story. Thanks for the chapter.
Silver Beard
The Hounds know his public abilities. It's the other pups (who all owe patronage to a first citizen for sponsorship) he has to be circumspect around
Erick Thiemke
Probably. Is that what Ron Wesley says a lot. The first draft had him experimenting with rats and the blood compass to figure things out but then I added that the same was destroyed when the blood compass was open so I had to delete the paragraph…otherwise the title could have been Bloody Rats
Da Worst John
You thinking "Bloody Hell"?
Angus
Correction 2) - in the corner that would shield me if I hoped over the wall. Should be "hopped"
Angus
Correction 1) we must focus on for the little tie we have . Should be "time"
Erick Thiemke
Like the blood mention — bloody something. What do the brits say?
Erick Thiemke
At least one Office fan
Da Worst John
Chapter title suggestion: "Circulation" or "Blood Circulation"
Silver Beard
It's in his space; pretty safe
Hassan Al Lail
Now he has to protect the scarf until he returns.
Jelani Willock
PARKOUR
Silver Beard
Don't know about enjoying his day off. Didn't chapter start with a grilling about being lazy for 2 days? Chance to fix his mistake and start looking for his own place to hide when he gets hunted.
Scion
I thought he wasn't supposed to be drawing attention to himself
Caledon Smith
Thanks for the chapter, seemed short though, like it needed a stronger conclusion. I’m sure you saved the scene of the nights outcomes for the next chapter, but it feels like this one should include a few paragraphs about how he enjoyed his night before ending it with him returning maybe. Just my thoughts, thanks again.
Eriach
Very nice.
Andrew
Thank you!
Grant lee merrifield
Woot
Erick Thiemke
4th of 4 for cycle. For those of you who dont know a cycle is a week from Wed to Tues. I write 4 chapters a week for the Seraphim Tier
