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Chapter Thirty-Nine (TIBK)
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 11:32:11 +0000 UTCIn a cramped scroll shop in Flint's dingy lower town, Eirik Stormcrow stood before a cluttered wooden counter.
The last few days were spent on relentless grinding. On top of what he’d already been doing in the previous march from Stormkeep to the Serpent's Spine. By the time they glimpsed the Serpent's Spine, he already leveled his Riding skill firmly from D to C-, generating 2,000 Mana Fragments. Nights brought no rest. He drilled relentlessly, parrying, striking, refining footwork until his muscles screamed and his Swordsmanship inched from C- towards the next tier, generating another 4000 fragments.
Helping Fisk prepare the Frostfire pushed his nascent Alchemy skill from D to C-, and scouting ahead, practicing moving silently over crusted snow and loose scree, lifted his Stealth from its nascent F ranking to a more functional D. And these gave him another 6000 fragments.
He now had 10,000 mana fragments. Along with the 1,000 he left over when he reached Snow Rank 5, he got more than enough for the realm's ascension. If he could get his hands on the Crystal.
He'd also spent Harald Stonehand' silver talons – the entire five hundred – outfitting the Talons. Crossbows with heavy quarrels replaced rusty swords for most. Piles of stout rope and simple iron spikes destined for the canyon trap sat waiting near the camp. Fisk had brewed another batch of Frostfire bombs.
Logically, they were as ready as they could be.
So why do I feel like we're marching straight into the Frost Giant's gullet?
His current frustration focused on the pathetic array of spell scrolls and enchanted trinkets laid out before him. "Finest collection north of Bearclaw Pass, Commander!" the wheezing, myopic shopkeeper declared. "Ice Warrior's Icy Gaze! Chill the blood of your foes!"
Eirik picked up a small, poorly carved ice-dagger charm. It radiated the faintest whisper of cold. He focused inward.
[IDENTIFY ACTIVATED]
[MANA: 24/25]
[ITEM: Crude Frost Talisman (F-Grade)]
[EFFECT: Minor Chill Aura - Creates a faint cooling effect within a one-foot radius.]
[DURABILITY: Fragile]
[DESCRIPTION: A cheaply enchanted bauble.]
He tossed it back onto the counter with a disgusted snort. The others were worse. A scroll promising "Icicle Barrage" looked like a child's drawing. Another offered "Frost Armor," but the energy felt like cheap glass.
None of it was battle-worthy.
The crossbows were essential – shoot, run, harass from the cliffs. But inside the cave? Down where the Crystal pulsed? If the Shaman sensed them, if it unleashed some primal frost magic… arrows and Frostfire might not be enough.
He needed flexibility. An escape. A surprise.
The canyon trap plan replayed in his mind again. Talons making a deafening racket near the narrow entrance, luring the troll horde in. Sealing the bottleneck with rocks, maybe even a hasty ice wall. Then, raining death from above while the trolls roared below.
And while they're distracted, me and a small team slip into the Shaman's cave. Find the Crystal source. Get out.
Simple on parchment. Brutal in reality. He'd walked the canyon approach a dozen times with Olaf and Leif. Dug practice pits. Calculated rockfall points. But caves? What waits in the dark besides the Shaman? How deep is the source? What if the ritual chamber is guarded?
He needed something more. Something to tip the scales inside the cave. Something beyond sharp steel and desperate courage.
"Nothing else?" Eirik demanded. "No teleportation scrolls?"
The shopkeeper paled, shrinking back. "C-Commander! Such things? Legendary! The cost alone… n-none in Flint's Hold, I swear! Only the great Guild Houses in the capital might…"
Eirik didn't hear the rest. He'd known it was a long shot. A waste of precious time, really. He turned away, the bell above the door jingling mournfully as he stepped back into the biting wind. He pulled his fur cloak tighter.
A light tap landed on his shoulder.
Eirik spun, hand instinctively flying to the hilt of the Fenrir sword. His eyes snapped down.
Elara Stonehand stood there, bundled in thick, plain woolens that couldn't disguise her striking figure. Honey-blonde hair escaped a simple braid, framing a face too beautiful for Flint's Hold – high cheekbones, intelligent blue eyes, and lips set in a determined line.
Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold.
"Commander Stormcrow," she said. "A word. Please. Somewhere less… exposed."
Eirik scanned the busy street quickly. Suspicion flared. Still, he gave a curt nod. "Lead."
She turned without another word, leading Eirik through the labyrinthine alleys. She knew the lower town well, avoiding main thoroughfares, slipping down narrow passages stacked with firewood and refuse.
They emerged into a quieter section near the outer palisade wall – a dead-end alley stacked with empty, frozen barrels. The sounds of the town faded to a distant murmur. Secluded enough.
Elara spun to face him, breath misting rapidly. "You were looking for spells."
Eirik crossed his arms, leaning back against the cold stone wall. "And?"
"You won't find what you need here. Not in the shops." She took a step closer. "But I know what you need. Or… I have what you might need."
Eirik raised an eyebrow.
She reached into a deep pocket and pulled out a single, palm-sized object. It wasn't paper or cheap metal. It looked like a shard of pure, flawless ice, impossibly clear and cold. Geometric patterns, glowing with faint blue-white light, were etched deep into its surface. Frost curled gently around Elara's fingers where she held it.
"Take it," she said, thrusting the icy shard towards him. "See for yourself."
Suspicion warred with intense curiosity. Eirik saw no obvious trap in the object itself. Cautiously, Eirik took the ice shard. It was shockingly cold, yet didn't melt in his palm. The etched runes pulsed with an inner light. He focused his will, pushing a sliver of mana.
[IDENTIFY ACTIVATED]
[MANA: 23/25]
[ITEM: Ability Shard - Frost Phase (B-Grade)]
[DESCRIPTION: Contains the knowledge and mana pattern to unlock the Unique Ability: FROST PHASE. Upon activation, the user's physical form temporarily disperses into an incorporeal mist of supercooled vapor, capable of passing harmlessly through solid matter composed primarily of ice or water, and intangible to purely physical attacks.]
[MANA COST: Variable. 3 Mana per second of activation. Higher cost may be required to phase through denser materials or maintain stability.]
[DURATION: User-controlled, limited by Mana Pool.]
[VULNERABILITIES: Extreme heat or fire-based magic disrupts the mist form instantly, potentially causing backlash. Strong disruptive energy fields may cause instability. Concentration required.]
[WARNING: This ability is non-permanent. Upon draining 100 mana using this ability, from all sources, this shard will shatter instantaneously.]
Eirik's breath caught. Incorporeal. Pass through ice. Avoid physical attacks.
Even if it’s a non-permanent ability, the 30 seconds of phasing through whatever thing in his way was still a game-changer. He can slip through an ice wall blocking a passage. Evade a crushing troll club. Bypass a guarded entrance silently.
Inside the cave… this could be the key. It was beyond anything he'd imagined finding.
He looked up, his gaze sharp as the shard in his hand. "Where did you get this?"
Elara met his intensity without flinching. "Does it matter? It works. You felt it. It's exactly what you need to survive inside that mountain."
"It's… impressive," Eirik conceded. "But nothing like this comes free. What's the real catch, Elara? Besides your father finding out you're giving away family heirlooms?"
Though he doubted Harald even knew such a thing existed.
She reached into her pocket again. This time, she pulled out three small, thumb-sized crystals. They were cloudy white, like frozen milk, but pulsed with a soft, pure light.
[IDENTIFY ACTIVATED]
[MANA: 22/25]
[ITEM: Minor Mana Crystal (D-Grade)]
[EFFECT: Contains 25 Units of Raw Ambient Mana. Can be absorbed directly to replenish the user's Mana Pool. Slow absorption recommended to avoid backlash.]
[DESCRIPTION: Naturally occurring crystals formed in areas of concentrated magical energy. Highly valuable.]
Eirik stared. Mana crystals. Refills. His biggest internal dread – running dry deep underground, surrounded by enemies, unable to Conjure, unable to Identify, unable to use this new ability – suddenly had a solution. Three shots of pure energy, ready for the moment of absolute need.
She's thought this through. She knows exactly what I lack.
Elara held up the three crystals beside the Frost Phase shard. "These too. A package."
Eirik's mind raced. The sheer value… the Frost Phase shard alone felt priceless. Combined with the crystals…
"Why?" he asked. "Why offer this? What do you want?" He locked eyes with her. "Don't say 'save my father's mine'. This is more personal."
Elara's blue eyes burned with fierce resolve. "Three conditions, Commander Stormcrow."
"Name them." He braced himself.
"One. When you leave Flint's territory, whether victorious or not, you take me with your band. North. Away from here." Her voice didn't waver.
Eirik blinked. Take her? "That's suicide for you, and political poison for me. Flint wants your marriage alliance. Your father will hunt us down. Offending both? You expect me to become a kidnapper?"
"You said it yourself back in the tavern," she shot back, her gaze unwavering. "You don't care about Lord Flint's long-term favor. You need legitimacy, coin, and to get north. This is north." She gestured vaguely towards the mountains. "And beyond."
A hint of bleakness touched her voice. "If you fail, Flint crushes my father within weeks. If you succeed but leave me, Flint still forces the marriage as his price for 'allowing' the mine to reopen. My fate is sealed either way unless I disappear."
She paused. "You're the only ship sailing out of this frozen hell, Commander. Risky? Yes. But staying is guaranteed ruin. I heard you, in the tavern. You understand desperation. That's what this is."
Eirik processed it coldly. Desperation indeed. Taking her was insane. A noble daughter, a target on their backs. But… She was resourceful, intelligent, and clearly had access to things Harald didn't.
And she was right about Flint's inevitable moves.
"Condition Two," Elara continued, snapping him back. "You formally acknowledge the debt. On paper. Signed and witnessed." She pulled a small, folded parchment and a charcoal stick from her other pocket – she'd come prepared. "The Frost Phase shard? A conservative market value is seven thousand silver talons. The three Minor Mana Crystals? Five hundred each. Total debt: Eight thousand, five hundred silver talons."
Eirik's eyes widened. "Eight thousand?! That's extortion!" It was more than he'd ever dreamed of possessing.
Elara shrugged, a flicker of cold pragmatism in her eyes. "Prove it's less. Find another Ability Shard. Anywhere. I dare you." She held out the parchment, already partially written on. "Consider it… venture capital. I'm investing in your future profits, Commander. With interest. Five percent per month, compounded."
"You don't need to pay it all now. Just pay it when you can. Weekly installments. Monthly. Whatever you can manage. I intend to stay close to collect," she added pointedly.
She expects to survive. And stick around. The sheer audacity was almost impressive. Debt slavery wrapped in a business deal. But… it wasn't upfront coin he didn't have. It was a promise to pay from future gains. Gains he desperately needed the Ability and Crystals to secure.
"Interest?" Eirik grated out. "You drive a hard bargain, Lady Stonehand."
"Necessity teaches hard lessons, Commander," she replied evenly.
"And Condition Three?" Eirik asked, dreading the answer.
"Simple. While I am with your company, I have complete freedom. I come and go as I please. I am not your prisoner, nor your soldier. I am a… creditor in transit. You provide basic protection as you would for any valuable asset, but you do not dictate my movements beyond necessary safety for the band."
She met his gaze squarely. "I may choose to leave at any point. Or I may choose to stay. That is my prerogative."
Eirik stared at her. It was insane.Taking responsibility for a noble daughter with a priceless ability shard and a mountain of debt hanging over his head?
"Do you realize," Eirik asked, "what you're proposing? You’re staking your freedom, your family heirloom, and a king’s ransom in mana crystals on a stranger. On a mercenary captain leading a band of outcasts into a troll-infested mountain. Why? Why not run south? Disappear on your own? Why trust me with this?"
"Why not?" Elara met his gaze squarely. "I saw you with my father, Commander. I heard how you spoke. And that was enough."
Eirik looked at her for a long moment, the silence stretching in the cold alley.
Then, he chuckled.
"Clever, Elara," he said. "Very clever. But let's dissect this properly, shall we?"
He held up the Frost Phase shard. "First, this. An Ability Shard. B-Grade. Priceless. Where did it really come from? Not your father's hearthstone coffers. House Stonehand, struggling as it is, wouldn't casually possess such a treasure. Nor would Harald let it out of sight if he did."
He saw the brief flicker in her eyes – surprise quickly masked. "You stole it. Found it. Inherited it from a different relative? Doesn't matter. Point is, you have it. And possessing it is dangerous. You need it gone. But selling it outright? Too risky. Flint or any number of vultures would swoop in, questions would be asked, your own safety compromised."
"So, you offer it to me. A desperate mercenary captain leading a disposable band into a troll-infested death trap. A perfect solution for you. It disappears, potentially solves your troll problem, and ties me to you with an unbreakable bond of debt."
Elara's flush deepened, but she didn't interrupt, her jaw tightening.
He gestured to the parchment. "Second, this debt. Eight thousand five hundred talons? But it's not just my debt, is it?" His gaze sharpened. "You wrote 'Commander Stormcrow of the Talon Warband'. You're clever enough to know that Cedric might be forced to acknowledge that. House Stormcrow, however strained, might be pressured to honor a debt signed by its legitimized son."
"You bind them as well as me. A double anchor. And if I miraculously succeed? You have a claim on our future spoils for years. If I die? Well, the debt might become House Fenrir's problem, since Isolde is my sponsor, or it dies with me, but the shard is already gone – your primary goal achieved."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous rasp. "And the moment you think you've extracted enough, the moment a better opportunity arises far from Flint or your father's reach, you'd vanish. Poof. Leaving me or my successors holding a worthless piece of parchment and a mountain of obligations. I'm just a pawn in your escape plan, Elara."
Elara stared at him, momentarily stunned. Her carefully constructed facade wavered. Her eyes widened slightly, genuine shock flickering before hardening into defiance.
She recovered quickly, tossing her head. "So what if you are? So what if I am? We're all pawns, Commander! Flint plays my father. My father plays you, or tried to. I'm trying to do something! To break the cycle!"
Her voice rose. "Have you seen Oswin? Do you have the faintest idea what it would be like to spend the rest of my life being ploughed by someone I despise? Someone cruel and stupid? Being sold like cattle to settle my father's debts? Is that freedom?"
Eirik met her fury with icy calm. "I don't know Oswin. But these are the fates noble daughters often face. Houses rise and fall on such transactions. Sometimes, Elara, you don't get to decide. Power decides for you."
"I don't get to decide?" Elara spat the words, stepping closer, her eyes blazing. "But you do! Right? You were Cedric Stormcrow's bastard! Nothing! Scraped from the floor! And then suddenly you reached Snow Realm. You bested the barony's youngest champion in single combat. You dragged together a band of outcasts and won against veteran knights!"
Her words tumbled out. "You carved out a life for yourself despite and against the will of others who saw you as less than nothing! You took the name 'Stormcrow' and made it mean something! How is that not deciding your own fate? How is that not breaking the cycle?"
Eirik's eyes narrowed. "How do you know all this? The specifics… Gunnar? Snow?"
Elara scoffed, a harsh, brittle sound. "Practically everyone whispers about it these days, Commander. News travels fast, especially when it involves rising bastards. But I gotta tell you," she added, "they aren't painting you favorably."
"Rumors say you consort with dark spirits, that your power is stolen. They portray you as some sort of demon-possessed berserker, a monster wrapped in human skin." She gave him a quick, assessing glance. "It's a good thing few people here know what you actually look like. Short, lean… you don't exactly match the seven-foot-tall, black-eyed demon they describe."
Ingrid. Rurik. The names flashed in Eirik's mind like cold steel. They move faster than I anticipated. And far dirtier.
The web was tightening. Faster. I need to move faster.
"Personally," Elara continued, her gaze steady on his, "I don't believe a word of their poison. But I do believe this: you and me? We're alike. We refuse to have our lives forced down our throats. We fight."
She took a deep breath. "So, I'm asking you. Again. Do you agree? No matter what my motives truly are? Because my need is real. My fear is real. And what I offer…" she glanced at the shard and crystals still in his hand, "is real. It could save your life. It could help you save your men."
Silence descended again.
The sheer weight of her proposal. The power of Frost Phase within his grasp. The lifeline of the mana crystals.
He looked into her eyes, seeing the desperation, the fierce intelligence, the ruthless pragmatism that mirrored his own. She's dangerous. Untrustworthy. Driven by a fear as potent as my own ambition.
But… Frost Phase. The ability to become mist, to slip through ice and stone, to evade crushing blows… it was a game-changer, especially inside the Throat. Inside the caves where the Crystal pulsed.
He weighed the cost.
"I appreciate your honesty, Elara. I truly do. More than you might believe. And here's my truth."
He held her gaze. "I am not someone who suddenly finds himself pegged, entangled in debt papers and responsibilities not of his own making. I cherish my freedom. You, of all people, should understand that hunger."
He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle. "I won't lie. What you offer… Frost Phase, the mana… it tempts me. Desperately. The tactical edge… it could mean the difference between life and death inside that mountain."
"But," he continued, the word dropping like a stone, "I am perfectly willing to fight these trolls on my own terms, however dangerous that path might be. Just because I refuse to emerge from that ice only to find myself in a gilded cage of your making."
He raised the hand holding the artifacts slightly. "What you offer, Elara Stonehand, presents a different kind of enemy. One far more insidious than trolls. Debt. Obligation. A creditor with a claim on my future, my men's future, potentially my House's future. You call it venture capital. I call it a leash."
"I'll tell you this plainly," Eirik stated. "Freedom. The will to carve a path of my own choosing, unbound by anyone – that is the bedrock I stand on. It's why I fight."
"If I sign this," he gestured contemptuously at the parchment she still clutched, "then I, and the seventy-three Talons under my command, instantly become your collateral. Our victories become your repayments. Our risks become your investments. I refuse to solve one problem by shackling myself to a greater one."
He held out his hand, the Frost Phase shard and the three Minor Mana Crystals resting on his palm. The offer was undeniable. The cost was unacceptable.
"So," Eirik finished, his tone final, cold as the mountain wind. "Take your stuff. And leave."
Elara stared at him, her blue eyes wide with utter disbelief. The fierce negotiator was gone, replaced by stunned incomprehension. Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked from the priceless artifacts back to Eirik's impassive face.
"W-What?" she stammered, the word escaping in a shocked whisper. Her carefully constructed plan, her desperate gamble, lay shattered at her feet. "You… you don't want them? You're… refusing? Now? When you're marching into that?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Eirik asked.
For a long, brittle moment, the only sounds were the distant clang of a smithy and the mournful whistle of the wind funneling down the alley. The flush on her cheeks deepened, whether from anger, humiliation, or the dawning horror of her own situation, Eirik couldn’t tell.
"You… you stubborn, prideful… bastard," she finally hissed. She snatched the Frost Phase shard and the three Mana Crystals back from his palm, the cold biting her fingers through her gloves. She shoved them roughly into her pocket. "Fine! Die then! See if I care!" Her voice cracked. "Die fighting trolls in a pointless fight for a mine that isn’t even yours, to protect the pride of a bastard too arrogant to see a lifeline!"
She spun on her heel, her boots crunching sharply on the frozen ground as she stalked towards the alley’s entrance. She didn’t look back.
Eirik watched her go.
Comments
CircusMaximus
That's a super good question. I really do need to make it clearer sooner rather than later, cuz money would get really important soon. It would be 100~150 USD. A reference point would be the wage for his soldiers. He pays 5 talons weekly but also spent 5 talon per person for weapons and gambeson. And about 1.4 talons per person for food. This puts a mercenary's weekly wage at $500-750, basic armor at $500-750, and weekly food at $140-210 - considering he's not really paying a premium for these people that came from rather unorthodox recruitment means. But that instantly created a problem for the Frostfire bombs cuz they'd be essentially 2500 USD per unit. I think I'll be revising that chapter by making 25 talons the price for a bulk package. Not just one unit. Anyway, thanks for pointing that out LOL.
John DeWarr
Loved the final interaction between Elara and Eirik. Glad you did not go for the simple solution to Eirik's fears. Side question, and I will pay more attention on my next reread, but how much does a talon buy the common person? Not sure if this was established at some point.
