Wish upon the Stars (Original Superhero cultivation sci fi litrpg)

[Aurael]

This was going to be a whole new world.

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Look, I'm not sure if that was intentionally or some kind of bug/incident/whatever or maybe you already know about this Information and doing something about it, but Chapters 5 - 121 are gone. Like, straight gone. Which is sad because I just started reading Wish upon the Stars and I liked the first 4 Chapters. Not sure why they are gone, but is there a way for me to read them? Maybe another Site? Or maybe you can somehow recover them?

 

[Lone-sith]

Look, I'm not sure if that was intentionally or some kind of bug/incident/whatever or maybe you already know about this Information and doing something about it, but Chapters 5 - 121 are gone. Like, straight gone. Which is sad because I just started reading Wish upon the Stars and I liked the first 4 Chapters. Not sure why they are gone, but is there a way for me to read them? Maybe another Site? Or maybe you can somehow recover them?

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It's because he is publishing them as actual books. You can find them on kindle unlimited if you don't want to buy, or just buying them. As someone who came and read it all, as well as the first book on KU, I thinks it's worth it

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Look, I'm not sure if that was intentionally or some kind of bug/incident/whatever or maybe you already know about this Information and doing something about it, but Chapters 5 - 121 are gone. Like, straight gone. Which is sad because I just started reading Wish upon the Stars and I liked the first 4 Chapters. Not sure why they are gone, but is there a way for me to read them? Maybe another Site? Or maybe you can somehow recover them?

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Yeah, like he said, I published them on amazon and audible. The first two are available on Kindle Unlimited. Amazon doesn't allow you to keep the chapters up on other sites, so I had to take them down everywhere, even my patreon. I'd thought there was an AN at the cutoff point, but I'd have to go back and check.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

In my life, I'd been through plenty of unique and often unpleasant experiences. I'd had ribs broken, been stabbed in the gut, been beaten, and a host of other torments. All of these things had sort of crowded my memory, and made it difficult to remember EARLIER pain and hardship, which paled in comparison. Yet, despite the scale of it being dramatically different, there was one pre-ascendant hell that I still remembered with absolute clarity. Alarms.

I HATED waking up to alarms. It was the one guaranteed way to completely ruin the quality of my sleep and destroy any sense of wellbeing I gained from slumber. I looked back on the few times I'd found it necessary to awaken to an alarm with disdain and irritation.

The first morning in the training camp cleansed me of all those memories. I no longer looked back on alarms with loathing or disdain. My entire concept of an unpleasant wakeup was washed clean by the absolute HELL that was "Reivelle'.

Once could be forgiven for not understanding how awful it was from the word itself. Reveille sounded light and airy, almost charming. It did NOT sound, just from hearing it, like a wall of screeching sound that pounded your eardrums like a drop hammer as you writhed in impotent agony on your bed, clawed from slumber by the shrieking wail of a sound that reminded you of nothing so much as a flock of geese being run through a rusty trash compactor.

I rolled clear out of my bed, hitting the floor with a surprising amount of force and grunting as I dragged myself up off the floor, disoriented and in legitimate pain from what was basically a sonic attack. I looked around, finding my friends for the most part just as disoriented, though Abel and Callen both seemed only minorly annoyed as they calmly got up and started changing into our new uniforms.

Armor would be waiting until the end of the first week, as per the contract, at least our personal sets. We'd have an assigned set of gear for battles so we would be a cohesive part of the unit and those would be passed out fairly soon.

Once we finished changing we were called outside, and we all stumbled out the door, blinking sleepily in the far too bright morning sun, the far too cold air like razor blades on our skin as we puffed out small clouds of steam. Camden was there, as were the girls, on the other side, and a series of stern looking figures I didn't recognize but pretty much already hated just from context.

"Good morning." Called Camden sadistically (he may have just been speaking normally, I'll admit I might have been projecting). "Welcome to your first day of training. Beside me are your instructors. Each of them is an experienced warrior proficient in a certain skill, and they'll be passing those skills on to you. Weapons training, formations, conditioning, and any number of other important and useful skillsets will be yours to acquire in this camp."

He gestured to the tall, dark skinned man beside him with a close cropped dark beard and piercing green eyes. "This is Commander Hamill. He will be in charge of your physical conditioning drills. While most of you are already familiar with combat, the ability to function and push through pain on a C-ranked planet is one that must be honed. It will be unpleasant, but it will probably save your lives in the field."

I grimaced at the thought, but he wasn't wrong. Being able to get tired again was a big change, and learning to work through it would be integral to being able to function in combat. Most of us were so far from human on lower ranked planets we barely even remembered what getting tired was. I'd already experienced some of that when we got here, but I had a feeling I'd be gaining a new appreciation for it before the day was done.

Camden continued, introducing the other trainers, then turned and nodded to Hamill, who stepped forward, glaring coldly at us. He gestured behind him. "Between those two buildings, one of which is the mess hall and the other being the healer's quarters, you will find a freshly dragged dirt path. At the beginning of that path you will find a rack, and on that rack are weighted vests. You will each take a vest and begin running laps. You will not stop until given permission."

Forcing myself to start moving, I wondered why in the name of the Revenant I had been excited about this? My head hurt, my eyes hurt, my fucking skin hurt, and that was just from the abrupt wakeup. Benny, who was stumbling along next to me, looked almost as bad. Despite having much lower stats, his might was four hundred points higher than mine because he was so specialized. Lucky bastard.

The rest of the company looked even worse, and I was deeply thankful for the extra Impact we'd picked up in the Glade, which was clearly blunting our reaction to the pressure more than I had realized. Of course, once we reached the rack and took down the vests, I quickly realized that wasn't going to be as helpful as I'd have liked.

Strapping the thing on, I started running, almost staggering under the weight at first before I forced myself to push through it. Callie fell into step next to me, dark circles under her eyes. Even in agony of my own, I had to shoot her a teasing grin. "So...how's your morning going?"

"Jump in a hole." She growled, her irritated gaze locked on the distant horizon as we ran. "A deep one. Full of spikes."

Laughter really was the best medicine, because my cackle of glee made me feel infinitely better as I picked up my pace a bit. "Love you too honey." Taking pity on my girlfriend, I left her to wallow as I turned to talk to Benny. "So, what do you think they'll serve for breakfast. I'm fucking starving."

My best friend's face took on a greenish tinge. "Don't bring up food right now. Imagining eating is making me motion sick. I'm glad they didn't feed us before this. We'd be puking our guts out."

The mental imagine made me cringe. He was right, but I wish he'd phrased it different. As we ran, I was reminded of all the terrible sensations I'd felt as a normal human being. My knees were throbbing, my lungs were burning, and I had a stitch in my side. Even my Vitality wasn't enough to offset the pain.

I desperately wanted to heal myself, but part of the contracts had been amended for this exact situation. We WERE allowed to heal, but only after the entire day's training was done. I now thoroughly understood why Camden hadn't been worried about it. We were still getting the full effect of the training this way.

In fact, knowing I could have healed myself at any time and been full of energy was making the pain WORSE, because it all felt so damned pointless. I just had to push through it, watching the blue leaved trees as they slowly crept by, trying not to focus on the agony that was my entire body and losing myself in the staccato rhythm of feet pounding dirt.
We ran. And ran. And ran some more. Did I mentioned the running? Finally, Hamill stepped out into the path in front of us, signifying it was time to stop.

Rather than coming to a halt, most of us just dropped to the dirt where we were, caked in sweat and panting as we twitched on the ground. The impassive looking Commander nodded. "Good. That was exactly what we needed." He looked down at the path, a circular track we'd run dozens of times, and tapped it with his boot. "You packed the dirt down. Now the track is ready for use. All of you hit the mess hall. Once you eat we can start that actual training."

We all stared at him, horrified, before glancing down at the dirt path which, as he'd said, had been packed down hard by our boots as we ran.

I almost wanted to say something, but I was saved by the fact that my lungs were in too much agony to easily speak. So just like everyone else I watched in silence as he turned and strode off. Crawling over to Benny, I used him as a handhold to lift myself up, climbing to my feet painfully. I considered taking off the vest, but decided against it since no one else was.

Benny glared at me from the ground, and I almost offered a hand, but I didn't think I had the strength to actually lift him, especially in his vest. Instead, I walked over and offered my hand to Callie, who was much smaller and weighed less IN the vest then Benny did without one.

The vests were weighted with more than physical weight too. They were F-ranked materials themselves, which added to the strain. My best friend flipped me off but crawled over to help Celine, and then we all headed for the mess hall as a group. I debated finding the others, but I was pretty sure they could track us down, and I was too sore to delay. It felt like it took an hour to drag myself to the building indicated, but apparently it was only a few minutes, because there was still plenty of food when we arrived.

I'd expected shitty food, but they'd kind of gone all out. Eggs, bacon, sausage, a full breakfast including fresh squeezed juice from some native fruit called a gwunch (disgusting name, but a pretty decent taste, kind of like a mix between a guava and a pineapple) that I had four glasses of.

Mentally, I knew I shouldn't fill up. I knew that it would make working out worse, but between the hunger of having recently woken up and the hunger of my body trying to repair itself, I had no choice but to pig out. It. Tasted. Amazing. I didn't know if that was due to the cooking or my hunger and I didn't care. I just devoured the stuff.

Once I finished eating, I shoved the plate forward and let my head thunk onto the table, groaning in relief at the sheer ecstasy of not moving. I heard a chuckle and had to lever my head up to see a lanky, olive skinned blonde woman and a short, powerfully built tan man with red hair. They both looked... better than I did. The woman grinned at me. "First time doing an adjustment drill?" She asked with a chuckle.

I meant to respond, but all that came out was something like. "Urgh." Which just made both of them laugh harder.
"It gets easier." She promised. Once you acclimate to the pressure. The thing they don't tell you is the drills don't just help you push through the pain, they also teach you how to properly leverage your muscles. Might is what decides your output, but just because you're strong doesn't mean you know how to engage your strength. It's an important skill, and not one that many people bother with."

I hadn't really thought of it that way, but it did make sense. "Thanks." I grunted, managing speech this time. "Solomon." I jerked my head in either direction to indicate Benny and Callie. "Clockwork, Nightstrike." Then nodded to our fourth party member, who also seemed surprisingly unbothered. "Celine."

The woman laughed again. "Loretta. And this is Owen. We've been mercs for a few decades, though we're new to the planet. Tell you what, stick with us an we'll help you navigate the ins and outs of the first few days." I nodded gratefully and forced my hand up, holding it out slowly to shake. Which they both did. Two new friends on the first day wasn't bad. I just wished I wasn't so sure my day was going to get much worse from here on out.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Hamill's comment about us not having even started yet was sadly not an exaggeration. If anything, it was probably an understatement. Pain from running was quickly replaced by pain from squats, push-ups, pull-ups, crunches, burpees, and a dozen other exercises designed to hit every single muscle we had.

I expected my body to give out, but Hamill seemed to have an almost mystical ability to see when we were about to give up and give us the exact least amount of rest necessary for our Vitality to get us functional again.

We spent HOURS working out. Nothing but exercise all day. I forgot what it felt like not to be in pain, and when the day finally ended and we were allowed to crawl back to our barracks, the first thing I did was heal burst myself, Benny, Callie, and Celine. Since they were the ones actually with me at the end, I used some charges, but the others all just went to see Jessie, since I could only hold ten charges at a time.

"That is SO much better." I groaned as I felt energy and life fill me. I wasn't wired like I normally would be, since all the energy was taken up healing, so the life force inside me just felt like a soothing warm bath. It was absolutely amazing and just what I needed after such a hard day.

Callie, curled against me, groaned weakly. "That was hell. Why would anyone do that to themselves. We're going to have to do that every single day?"

"It gets easier." Said Abel from a cot where Jessie was finishing up pumping power into him. "It's all a matter of discipline. Plus you two are close to E-rank anyway. Once you rank up you'll just be doing your command training. You have what? A few months of this tops?"

The thought of repeating this for months or even weeks was horrifying, but at the same time I couldn't wait to rank up. "So, does anyone feel...stronger?" I asked vaguely. "Like we didn't get any Might from that, but they said it would help, so...did it?"

"I think so." Said Benny from his own cot. Jessie had cleared out the building when we showed up, not that there had been anyone there but staff. Her healing abilities were absurd, and she hadn't had any long term patients because of it. We were all meeting in here to catch up. Benny seemed to be the most enthusiastic. "I feel more in control of myself. Might gives us the raw power, but I haven't been engaging it well. Hell, I couldn't even move some of those muscles before."

That I could understand. I'd had more than a few muscles that I didn't remember ever straining before, and those workouts had damned sure hit all of them. I was already thinking over some of the movements in my staff forms and trying to make small improvements, as well as building a framework for my next form.

Nat, who had been quiet up to this point, spoke up as Jessie got to her. "I feel...better. Not good, but better. This was a good distraction, and I feel stronger and more confident. There's something freeing about learning to use your body better. But is this really all we're going to do here? Just train until we can't stand? Because I have to admit that sounds
pretty pointless over such a long period of time."

"Of course not." I said with a shake of my head. "We're going to be in actual battles too. Plus we get weekends off. Hell, we could probably take nights too. There was nothing in the contract requiring us to stick around here, as long as we're up and ready to work at Reivelle. They probably assumed we'd be too exhausted. Maybe they underestimated what Jessie could do."

She shook her head. "They didn't, but you're right about the loophole. In fact, I got a message from Camden earlier, inviting all of us to dinner at the manor. I think he might have dug up more about who you two are. He seemed interested in talking to Nat and Shane in particular."

I grimaced. That was the downside to becoming better known. We weren't a household name or anything, but enough people knew about us that a concentrated search effort should turn up something. Camden had access to Tolbert sources, or at least something like them, so figuring out who I was probably wasn't too tough. I wasn't exactly subtle. Chelsea should be safe enough though, with mom covering her tracks. Luckily we'd brought a ton of people so she was likely to just blend in.

"I could eat." Said Callie, to the surprise of exactly no one. She and Abel were our biggest foodies. "Is everyone ok to go though? When is it?"

"An hour and a half." Said Jessie with a nod. "And yeah, they'll be fine by then. Your workout finished at six, and the dinner is at eight. As thorough as the damage is, it's not actually too harmful. Your natural Vitality was allowed to patch you up periodically throughout the day. I've been reading some of the healer books on my downtime, and the way Vitality interacts with Impact on planets like this is fascinating."

I smiled at her. "Glad to hear you're learning a lot. The contract mentioned a mentor, did he already have a healer around to teach you?"

"Nah, there's a part timer he pays like a mercenary. She works with a dozen other local nobles too, and is only available one week out of the month. They have some expensive stasis bandages that can hold someone together if they get hurt badly, but if something doesn't kill you immediately as an Ascendant it usually won't kill you at all. Everyone with less severe wounds either waits for the healer or just walks it off."

Despite knowing how hardy Ascendants were, that still sounded awful to me. "Did we bring anything to wear to a fancy dinner?" I asked Callie. "I don't pay attention to that stuff. I guess we could just go in costume though."
She nodded. "I doubt he'd put us through all that and then expect us dressed to the nines. That said, it may not be necessary." Flashing a grin at the bored looking vampire fake snoozing in the corner, she called loudly. "Hey Bethy, do you want to dress everybody up?"

Bethy's eyes snapped open, glowing an ominous red and shining with a (much less literal) intensity that scared me more than her bloodlust did. "I can...dress you all?" She said, her voice faint and kind of dreamy. "Are you sure?"

"No!" I said quickly. "She's not sure. None of us are sure. Go back to sleep. This has all been a dream!"

Bethy's lips slowly spread in the most unsettling grin I'd ever seen, exposing fangs that I was almost sure weren't usually that long or sharp. "Nope!" She crowed as she blurred to her feet. "Not a dream! A dream come true! Oh, I have so many ideas. Does Shane need to wear that creepy mask?" She asked Callie, ignoring my presence entirely.

"Yes." I said firmly, positive it wouldn't matter. Luckily my girlfriend also said yes, and Bethy pouted as she started circling around me.

"Oh, fine." She said as she pulled a tape measure from...somewhere. "Earth tones then." She started measuring me, shoving my arms up, twisting my head, and basically tying me up like a pretzel to get a proper idea of my measurements. Snapping her fingers, she whipped out a black button up with obsidian buttons, shoving it into my hands alongside a pair of brown leather pants, a long brown leather coat, and a pair of knee length black boots with a pirate cuff on them.
Without asking my opinion of them, she turned me and shoved me toward the other side of the room where there were curtains around some of the unoccupied beds. I gave Callie a panicked look but she just shrugged apologetically.

Bethy, as we all knew, absolutely adored fashion. She was constantly wearing new gowns and dresses, and coming up with designs. I was pretty sure she actually had a tailoring Skill, though she'd never confirmed it. I knew Aida and Tracey, her thralls, both had fashion and design related Skills, though they weren't their primaries. But Bethy hadn't brought them along because she didn't think they would let her have any fun.

As I changed into the clothes, I could hear grunts and squeaks as she contorted and bullied all the others with her measuring tape. I think she'd been planning this for a while, actually, because she somehow had something sized for everyone, though she did make a few adjustments apparently (and I was grateful not to have needed those, given the yelps of pain from needle prodding) before sending each person off to their own curtained area to change.

I admit I hid back there for a few minutes after I finished, afraid to get her attention again, but eventually she barked out. "Present!" And all of us shuffled out into the main room again.

She'd pulled a mirror from her ring, and when I saw my own image I had to admit I didn't look bad. The clothes went with my mask, and the whole thing gave me a mysterious and dashing image. Callie was wearing a pitch black off the shoulder ballgown, the bodice of which was studded with some kind of shiny little scales like an onyx fish. Benny was in a copper colored outfit that looked like a cross between a tux and the leathers gunslingers wore in old movies, while she'd dressed Gabriel in a gunmetal grey smoking jacket and black pants over a grey silk shirt.

Abel was wearing a silver and black long coat over a grey shirt and black pants, while Chelsea had a black and white dress that matched her hair and Mel was in a crimson gown that went with her mask. Celine and Jessie both had hunter green dresses, while Nat's was black, and Callen, Cark, and Valk were in black suits. All the clothes were matched to our masks (for those that had them), since Bethy had taken my insistence on wearing mine as something standard. I wondered how many outfits she'd made for each of us to have such a wide selection.

"You all look so COOL!" She squealed happily. "I new that silver thread would set off Andy's mask, and Gabe you look so handsome in grey."

The uncomfortable look crusader grimaced at his clothes. "Why do they all get suits and I have to wear this. I look like a lothario."

I snickered at his old fashioned word choice, but shut up when Bethy's eyes snapped to me, narrowing in annoyance. I'm not ashamed to admit I stood up straight and avoided eye contact. She was even scarier like this than in combat. "You look very nice." She said in a tone that threatened imminent and dramatic violence to anyone who disagreed. "Doesn't he everyone?"

We all chorused 'yes' at the same time, and she gave a vindicated 'hmph' and a nod as she slipped behind another curtain to change into a blue velvet gown with black lace along the arms. Callie, pleased we were all finished getting dressed and completely indifferent to the terror we'd just been through somehow gestured to Jessie. "Now, how about you hand me the invitation, and we can go over a bit of noble etiquette with Celine before we go.

Our healer passed my girlfriend the envelope, which she opened and read over, apparently gleaning some information from what was written there. Then she passed it to Celine, who bit her lip in thought, then gestured us into the center of the room. "I'm not sure how necessary it'll be." Said the elf with a determined expression. "But I'll do my best." Somehow, I suspected this would be worse than the training.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

After getting dressed, we made our way up to the manor, mostly mentally exhausted from the ordeal of being dress up dolls for Bethy. When we reached the house (which looked much more imposing at night) the door opened without any prompting, revealing Alister Morgan, in all his seneschal-y glory. "Ah, Master Solomon and Lady Nightstrike, welcome back. Might I take your coats?"

He stepped back, ushering us in, and said nothing to anyone else. It took a minute for me to realize that he didn't KNOW anyone else, and I needed to introduce them. I gave introductions across the party, not mentioning my relation to Chelsea just in case. When I finished (we didn't hand over our coats and he didn't press) , he bowed formally with an aristocratic flourish of his arm. "It is lovely to meet you all. I am Alister Morgan, Baron Tolbert's seneschal. Welcome to the Baron's home."

We were escorted to the dining room, where a massive white clothed table was bedecked with all sorts of china plates full of food and crystal glasses next to bottles of wine, whiskey, juice, soda, and a few drinks I didn't actually recognize. Camden sat at the head of the table, eating a truly massive steak next to a heaping pile of mashed potatoes. When he spotted us, he swallowed and grinned. "Sorry I started early. I'm not particularly patient. Come on in and take a seat."

We did, and as we sat down, a flurry of servants came out to put napkins on our laps and pour the drinks for us. The bottles were all sealed and were opened fresh in front of us, presumably to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. I wondered how cutthroat politics got here if they needed to make a big show of that, but shut the thought down as I picked out a nice grape soda for my meal.

Jessie, who had been the invitee (though Callie and I were namechecked) beamed at Camden. "Thank you so much for the invite. The food looks lovely. I was surprised to get this invitation on the first day here."

"Lot of surprises today." He said with a smirk. "But I wanted to reach out and talk about a few things. Contracts are done, of course, but I needed to speak with you all about some of the information I'd managed to dig up. I'm sure you know what I mean. Still, no need to be rude, lets get everyone's plates sorted before we start the shop talk. My chefs outdid themselves. I even had them set a place for your ursine companion."

He gestured to a pillow next to the table with a large metal platter set on top. Jessie grinned and placed Randall, who she was still carrying, on the ground. "Do you mind it he makes himself a bit more comfortable?" She asked innocently. "He's normally bigger than this, and he likes to spread out when he eats."

"By all means." He said with a wave. "Plenty of room." And there was, this dining room was absolutely huge. Jessie pulled out her necklace focused it on the bear, and spun the star. Randall shifted in size, expanding to become a larger, though still not full sized, version of himself. Camden whistled. "I see what you mean. I assume he'd prefer meat?" He gestured to the table. "Feel free to select whatever you'd like, the servants will plate it for him."

She did, and I reached out, starting to load my own plate up. Camden didn't seem to mind, so clearly we were fine to make our own food. I grabbed some of everything I could reach. Potatoes, beef, vegetables, a kind of savory bread pudding dish I'd never seen before, and I even ladled some soup into a small bowl to eat with my meal.

"So." I said after a few bites. "What exactly have you heard about us? Given your resources, I'm not shocked you dug up a bit. Solomon isn't a unique name, but Nightstrike isn't too common, and in conjunction we gave you quite a bit to go on. I don't want to give anything away you didn't find on your own."

He grinned, tipping his head in acknowledgment. "The basics. Lady Nightstrike is a godslayer, which is not a title many people have, obviously." Callie started to clarify, but he held up a hand. "There were extenuating circumstances, I know. If not the tale would be in the mouth of every information broker and storyteller in the five factions. But still, it made enough waves for me to get wind of it with some digging."

"You planning to advertise?" I said dryly. "Telling people you have a godslayer in your army would be good press. Even moreso when we rank up, which as I'm sure you guessed, won't take long."

Shrugging, he made an uncertain noise. "Well...I considered it. If it were just Nightstrike I probably would have. But Solomon was part of that story too. Solomon, who is a descendant of the Wishmaster, and a candidate to inherit his office. A godslayer's reputation is a powerful thing, but I think access to wishes would be more useful for me at the moment. After all, not all the notoriety from releasing your feats would be good."

"Enemies would be bound to be as common as friends." I said stoically. "So you're interested in access to wishes, I can understand that. You do know, of course, that payment has to be rendered for things like that? I seem to remember you being a bit light on cash."

He grimaced, looking around. "You're not wrong. But there are other potential avenues of compensation. I have this army here, and I'm planning to use it to make a place for myself here. You'll be ranking up soon, and there are multiple territories on offer. Perhaps we might come to an...arrangement. Would becoming landed Barons be of interest to you?"

I blinked at that. "Can we...even do that? We're not citizens, can we claim territory?" We weren't going to be staying, but we had more than enough people that we might be able to leave someone to run things. Having our own territory wasn't exactly something I wanted to turn down out of hand.

"You can, though without a noble Job you couldn't be added to the Empire's roles." He said contemplatively. "There are substitutions that can be made to handle renown distribution to people within your territory, but without access to the roles you would be stuck taking physical taxes. It would be a substantial loss of functionality compared to what a normal noble might have."

I glanced at Celine curiously. We DID have a noble in the group. We could theoretically have her act as an intermediary. It would help speed up her growth too. "Would the noble in question need to be present? Or could we leave someone to watch the territory in their place?"

He paused, mulling it over. "Possibly. I know Alister can act in my stead when I'm gone, and provided the noble had a means of distributing the renown as necessary, I don't see why it wouldn't work. I take it that means you're interested in my proposition?"

Callie was incredibly interested in having roots somewhere after hearing about my discussion with Anna. Wishes provided a method of upgrading territory (albeit slowly at my level) that other people wouldn't have access to. I had plenty of spare wishes to use, and Callie had enough points coming in to use them as payment without worrying too much about slowing down her growth.

The point was, we were building a faction. A small one, but a faction nonetheless, and we needed a base. Callus wasn't going to work given it was only psuedo D-rank, but a real C-ranked planet like Stratholme would be able to hold our people and even allow them to rank up for quite a while. Not to mention having Camden as an ally would give us access to his training methods and might help us build an ACTUAL army. There was a lot of pro's to this. I'd have to discuss with Celine to see if she was willing, but given her wish to improve alongside Benny it didn't sound like a stretch.

"So, you promise me future territory in exchange for wishes to what...help you win the war?" I wasn't sure exactly how he would be structuring this deal, but I wanted to know what was on the table in the best case scenario.

Taking a bite, he nodded as he chewed, swallowing before responding. "I have some ideas about possible applications, if you agree, we'll hash out the size of the territory in question, my duties as your ally, and any other guarantees you need. You can contract future wishes for a lump sum, yes?"

"I can..." I hedged. "But it'll be a geas, not a contract. You'll be bound to uphold your end of things. If you don't...well, I haven't exactly seen what happens to defaulters, but I gather it's unpleasant. I'd advise against making promises you can't keep."

Camden just waved the point away. "I wouldn't have come here without assurances, and with your resources I'm not worried. I'll get the job done. I don't exactly have another choice. I leveraged every asset I had to get here without accruing a debt to any of my relatives, and if this doesn't work I'm probably dead. In for a gold piece, in for a chit, as they say. The question at hand is, exactly what is our end goal. I assume you know the political situation around here?"

"I know you're here for Clairdon." I admitted. "I assume you're offering my Highgrave's territory? I'm not sure what his assets are aside from a robust horse trade. Are you considering trying to bait Prentiss or Carrey into getting involved? I'm not sure of the logistics but do you have enough people for that? Even wishes have limits."

"Carrey is a hotheaded moron." He said frankly. "I suspect with the proper motivation we could enlist Prentiss to put pressure on him at the right moment and fracture his hold on his territory. We could split it in thirds and it would increase our own territorial gains by at least forty percent. Carrey's lands aren't bountiful or resource rich, but his ability to dispatch his Dragoons at speed lets him control a large swathe of territory. If we let Prentiss know we have access to wishes it should be more than enough to motivate him."

Glancing at Gabe, I cocked my head. None of us were soldiers, but he and Callen were the closest. They were the closest to tactical advisors that I could find at the moment. He gave me a considering frown and then tilted his head uncertainly. "We're interested." I finally said. "But we'd need to hash out exactly how much territory is on offer, under what conditions you'd hand it over, and some redundancy payments in case we don't hit the targets we want."

I didn't care about penalties for geasa, or I did, but more in that I didn't want to see anyone suffer them. That didn't benefit me and it would be actively harmful to potential allies. Putting in redundancies and severance fees was something I'd been playing with just in case, and this seemed like a good time to institute that policy, because I'd be taking quite a bit on faith here.

He agreed without any hesitation, and we got down to the business of haggling. As we settled in, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me. Having my own territory, even if I had Celine put her name on it, would be fantastic. I was excited to find out how Callie was planning to develop things. She'd been close with Stella, and would have a good idea how to run a territory like this, or better than me at least. With my wishes, the sky was the limit, and I couldn't wait to see how high we could go.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We worked on the contract for the territory well into the night. This time the whole group sat in, chiming in with suggestions or addenda. I was damned grateful for Jessie's ability, because we were definitely going to need energy boosts when we got to training. I doubted any of us were going to sleep at all. The charge should carry us through the early portions of the day, though later on it was going to be hell.

"So, all told we're talking a hundred square miles for each party total, or fifty for both of us if Prentiss doesn't take the deal." I said tiredly. "A three century alliance, including a defensive pact, offers of military training, aid for my seneschal and lessons for my chosen noble liege. In exchange you want five wishes per day for the next four months."

Camden nodded. "Six hundred wishes, with a default payment of sixty D-rank chits if I can't hold up my end within the time of your contract. I have some assets I can sell off in case of emergency, since I'd essentially be a dead man walking anyway I don't mind liquidating everything. We can start the noble training early, if you like, I'll help you make inroads with the local nobility."

"The...the ones we're going to be invading?" Callie asked incredulously. "You want, what? Go to parties and schmooze with them?"

He chuckled. "Of course. First rule of territory ownership. You have to treat everyone as both a potential ally and a potential enemy. Relationships between lords change like the wind. One day you might be attending someone's birthday gala, and the next day you might be burning down the mansion you had dinner in the previous evening. Be approachable, but not vulnerable, and affable but not trusting."

Benny groaned. "This sounds like the kind of stuff my parents used to tell me about mixing with upper class businessmen and their kids. I HATED those lessons."

Patting him on the shoulder, Celine smiled sweetly. "It's nice to know you're well informed, but
I'll be doing the bulk of the interaction. If I'm to be the public face of this Barony, I'll be required to attend parties and social events when I'm on the planet, but you need not concern yourself."

"The fuck you say." Said my best friend instantly. "I'm not leaving you to be harassed by greasy nobles." He shot Camden an apologetic smile. "No offense."

The Baron shrugged. "None taken, I despise most of these people. Hate the players not the game, and trust me, I do. That said, as the actual owner of the territory Solomon will need to have an understanding of how everything works. Celine's name might be on the roles, but she doesn't have the backing to remain unaccosted, especially not if she won't even be present."

Nat laughed at that. "So you're saying that Solomon will own the territory, but it'll officially belong to Celine, probably through contract or geas, and that she in turn will need to pick someone to manage it. Not only that, but all three of them will need to know all this political nonsense so we pretty much all have to learn to schmooze with high society since we have no idea who that will be?"

"Essentially." He said with a shrug. "If it helps, you won't only be interacting with our targets or potential allies. Some of these events will be with more distant neighbors who won't affect our day to day, but could come in handy as trading partners down the line. Not to mention we'll need to pick a Viscount to affiliate ourselves with."

I groaned. "I thought we didn't need to do that. We're Robber Barons right?" Half the point of that was not having to deal with higher ranking nobles and their nonsense.

"We still have to obey the Viscounts." Said Camden in irritation. "It's a less involved relationship, but they run the planet. Same way they all have to pay lip service to the Earl, despite not actually being on his side. Different Viscounts have different levels of involvement though. It's something of a tradeoff, increased freedom means little to no protection. We could go with the Viscount who governs this section of the planet, which is why we can even do this much in terms of invasion planning, but we could also sign up with someone more distant for greater benefits."

Celine seemed to have expected that, because she explained to the rest of us. "A foothold inside another noble's territory is always beneficial. It gets complicated, however, because due to territorial constraints certain formalities have to be observed in the form of taxes, while secondary allegiances are usually touted as alliances or trade contracts, at least as a formality."

"This was supposed to be simple!" I whined. "Not easy, maybe, but we just needed to get our asses kicked on the regular and become better warriors. How did it turn into this?" I turned to Callie. "Are you sure we need to do this?"

She gave me a sympathetic smile. "Yes." She said mercilessly. "You saw how one wish was able to alter a building." She was vague by necessity since Anna didn't want her secret room to be well known. "Applied over time imagine what we could get done in a whole territory. Anything too resource intensive would be expensive, granted, but materials aren't the only thing that slows down development."

I knew she was right. You could hire an architect, or someone to shape the ground, or a stonemason, or any number of other professions. But wishes let us do any of those things as well as an expert in the field. Not only that, it let us do ALL of them at once, at least for small projects. Whole rooms like Anna's were just the beginning. We could do entire houses with my stats most likely. And if we couldn't we could do them in stages.

Affecting large amounts higher level materials was out, so we couldn't make like, E-rank fortresses, at least not in a timely manner. But we could make F-rank versions of them and upgrade the materials later. And our ability to raise F-rank buildings would be unparalleled.

I was imagining whole towns, smithies, alchemist shops, all the best F-rank could offer to draw in skilled craftsmen and to provide places for our friends to do their thing. A library for Chelsea, a lab for Benny, a greenhouse for Jessie. Training buildings for our troops. The sky was the limit, and even that was more of a suggestion, we could actually probably build stuff in the sky.

It was worth the extra bullshit for a chance at that. The possibility of having a real place to hang my hat, where my friends could come to be safe, was too good to pass up.

"What happens if we finish before the six months are up?" I asked as I perused the contract. "With five wishes a day, chances are good you'll be more effective than you expect. Even if the majority of those go towards stat advancement for your higher ranking officers you should have more than enough extras to turn the tables. To clarify, Prentiss's wishes will be coming out of your total, yes?"

That had been nonnegotiable. One wish a day was a big hit, but it was something. I wasn't going without for months, I'd get left way behind. Callie was closing in on E-rank, and while I didn't mind if she beat me, I DID mind if she was ahead of me long term. If she built up momentum it would be hard to catch up, even for me, and we were partners.

Nodding grudgingly, Camden just sighed. "A hundred. I won't go further. I'm willing to give a bit on that, but not too much." That had been part of the negotiations when he'd wrangled his six hundred wishes. Even with a hundred square miles of territory and a three hundred year alliance, the price had been steep. The lessons and the help with building out army traditions helped, but the assumption that he would be footing the bill for Prentiss was what drove it up. Four hundred wishes had been where we'd started, but he'd negotiated another two hundred on the assumption that he'd pay.

"Then I believe we have an accord." He said formally, reading back over the contract quickly before signing his name. He passed me the pen and I did the same, scrawling out a neat and orderly signature next to his.

As I signed, I saw a shock of purple static leap from the pen to the ink, and the ink itself glowed briefly before fading back to black. I looked around but as usual no one saw anything out of the ordinary except Nat, who winked at me conspiratorially.

This was kind of a new thing for me. I'd done contracts like this before, getting paid in advance, but that had been for more concrete goals. A lot of this was up in the air, and whole 60 D-rank chits was an absurd amount of money to me (especially since chits were more valuable at D-rank and above) I didn't want that to come into play.

From our negotiations, I'd developed an appreciation for Camden. He was a straight shooter, at least with me, and he seemed passionate about his cause. If things went bad and he died I'd be poorer for it, money or no.

Which was why we were going to train our hardest to help, as well as do our best to rank up quickly so we'd be more useful. This territory thing might not have been my idea originally but I was going to fight for it. Even if Callie hadn't had her heart set on it I'd have given it my all.

Once the contracts were signed, Camden insisted we have a celebratory cognac, and while I wasn't a drinker, the glasses weren't exactly overflowing, and a sip of liquor wouldn't kill me. He poured us each a splash into large round bottomed glasses and took the time to run a lighter under the curve before passing it over, and then we toasted. It was...not great. I didn't like alcohol, but this was sweeter than most, which helped.

"To a harmonious cooperation." Camden said with a smile. I happily toasted back. I was much more comfortable working with him now that I had a contract in place. I was sure he wouldn't double cross me in any case, since getting help from a candidate wasn't exactly something that happened to everyone, but a bit of insurance never hurt. Not after what had happened with Travis.

I felt a flash of anger as I remembered the traitor, and a phantom pain in my gut from the knife. Trust was important, but it wasn't something I could afford to give away lightly anymore. I felt a hand on mine and looked over to see Callie giving me a soft smile. I let my shoulders slump, nodding gratefully to her.

Being careful and being jaded weren't the same. I wasn't going to be a sucker, but I also didn't want to become my dad. Needing contracts for everything and never taking anyone at their word didn't sound like much of a life. I couldn't lose who I was.

As we finished our drinks, we bid our goodbyes to Camden as we all headed back to the barracks, Jessie taking the time to charge us up. We had more training the next day, as well as our first meeting with Camden for nobility tutoring. We'd even given up weekends for events and the like.

The next four to six months were going to be some of the most challenging of my life, I had no doubt. It was nice that challenge wasn't going to be in the form of murderous assassins, but it would still be difficult to overcome. Whatever happened though, I still had my friends, and we would face it together. I just wished that thought was enough to get me through the rest of today's training.

 

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[Malcolm Tent]

I was so tired after the next day's workout that I wanted to scream. Jessie's energy had been burned off pretty quickly. It was pushing our contract to even use it, since it might theoretically give us an unfair advantage by healing us while we worked. Only the fact that exhaustion soaked most of it before we even started made it just within bounds. Of course, by the time we finished exercising, it was completely gone, and we were all left even more tired than we started.

There were, in my experience, levels of tiredness. There was basic tired, where you were about to nod off. There was extremely tired, where you were somehow TOO tired to sleep, despite needing it badly. And then, there was PAIN tired.
Pain tired was what happened when you were so tired that your body was basically trying to shut down. Where your skin was one big bruise, and touching anything felt like sandpaper.

Mixing pain tired with exercise was a one way trip to hell, and we had already been on our way there yesterday. Now we were on the express route, and I was really missing all the pleasant stops from before as I hurtled headlong into the burning abyss of misery that was military training.

"Now." Said Hamill as he escorted us to a particularly large section of training ground covered with large equipment.
"Yesterday, we took things easy. Since it was your first day, you were only expected to do basic calisthenics and conditioning exercises. Now that you've had a night to acclimatize we can move onto actual training. To that effect we have...this."

He gestured at that stacked high mess of wood and ropes and any number of other equipment. His pride in the...thing, was obvious, and at our blank looks, he puffed up further. "This." He said patronizingly. "Is the century course. It's a devlishly complex and useful device. In essence, it's a multi person obstacle course. You begin at the bottom, doing challenges and physical obstacles to reach the top. However, you'll enter it in groups of ten, and should one of you get further ahead by too large a margin, the obstacles behind will become more difficult."

One of the other cadets, a tall harsh featured man named Crallus, raised a hand. Nodding to him, Hamill accepted his question, something he did regularly and one of the things I liked about him best. Crallus cleared his throat. "Sir, does that mean that it's a pass fail exercise? That all of us have to make it through or none do?"

"Exactly so." Beamed the instructor. "Battle as a soldier, whether formation or pitched, depends entirely on the person next to you. Learning to adopt the pace of your weakest link, to remain cohesive and stable, is invaluable. We're not training warriors here. Being the best and getting ahead won't serve you well on the battlefield, it'll just make you an easier target. One soldier, no matter their talent, can't make a difference against an army of the same rank."

That was...kind of a good point. Even Abel, monster that he was, couldn't fight ten thousand F-rankers. Quantity had a quality all its own. The philosophy was interesting enough that it almost helped me focus past the agony I was in. Almost.

And so the training began. Ten at a time. I'd hoped that we would all be together, but we were clearly expected to reach this level of cohesion with any of the others, not just our friends. I did get lucky enough to get paired up with Benny, who nodded to me tiredly as we each climbed up onto the huge contraption that was the century course.

Stepping into the wooden...hallway, I guess was the best word, I followed it down the course to the first room. There were ten entrance corridors made of slatted wood with gaps between, and once I got into room one, I could see the others through the walls, able to spot flashes of them as I looked at the first obstacle. I couldn't see them well, but it was enough to pace myself a bit.

The obstacle itself was...weird. A large wall covered in multi colored protrusions, with a huge series of buckets at the top. Periodically, the buckets would tip, spilling scalding water down over the handholds. The sequence wasn't random, not after taking a few minutes to map it, but it was complicated.

I wanted to wait longer and figure out how to do it safely, but through the slats I saw some of the others already partway up. Grinding my teeth, I bolted to the wall, hopping up to grab some of the handholds and begin climbing. It wasn't so bad to start, a bit hard to pull myself up, but not terrible. At about the quarter way mark, I realized I was going to be under a bucket. I scrambled sideways, straining hard to get out of the way, and just barely managing to get to the next segment before the water poured down the face of the wall.

Flecks and droplets of hot water splatted onto me, my current armor not covering enough to prevent it from burning my skin. It wasn't enough to blister or anything, but it was fucking HOT. I gritted my teeth, climbing faster to try to avoid having to do that again.

Scaling sideways to avoid the buckets was about ten times more exhausting than climbing up. I didn't know why, but it was. Finally, after getting burned and almost letting go twice, I managed to reach the top, slumping onto the ground and panting in pain. Looking around, I saw a few others through the slats. "Hey!" I shouted. "Can you guys see if the people on either side of you made it up?"

There was a pause, before the guy on my right bellowed back. "Looks like mine is there. He was about to start on the next leg. He says the girl on his other side had already made it to the third section he thinks, he didn't get a response." I groaned. That meant the next section would be harder for us.

Letting myself rest for a minute, I called out to the others to check if they were ready. After a particularly irritating back and forth between everyone, we got nine of us on board, and timed it so we'd all be going at once. Counting down, we all launched ourselves forward at the next obstacle at once. This one was a slightly different exercise, though in a similar vein.

The tilted wall we were climbing was lined with ropes and holes. We climbed the ropes, and every so often blades would pop out of the holes at random to cut the ropes (or us) and force us to fall. The only saving grace was the slight click before the blade popped out, enabling us to avoid getting pincushioned. Unfortunately, the blades did NOT pop one at a time, and the mad scramble to get up was frantic.

Avoiding the stabs was only part of it, if a blade popped and severed the rope above us we had to grab one of the nearby lines. The blades seemed to follow us at least, so all the ropes didn't get severed up top and make the trial unpassable, but they did pop like a foot or two above us. I had the sneaking suspicion this was the "making things harder" part that Hamill had mentioned, and I mentally cursed whoever went ahead.

Finally, after reaching the top with minimal holes poked in me (three, two on my arm and one in my calf) I called the others to check that they'd arrived. Everyone had made it, though several of us were injured. A small stab wasn't the end of the world for an F-ranker, and I assumed there was some scanning ability or something because none of us got stabbed in the eye or face. Still, damage was damage, and we all needed a minute.

"Anyone manage to get in contact with the one in the lead?" I called to the guy next to me. "Maybe we can convince them to slow down."

I didn't know how you could be stupid enough to ignore that big long speech Hamill gave, but nobody ever got rich betting on the limits of human stupidity. As Mad Scientists were fond of saying, there was no point in trying to idiot proof an item, because even if you managed, the universe would just Invent a bigger idiot.

His response was surprisingly positive. "Aye. Apparently the climber three down from me managed to catch her before she got past this section. He convinced her to wait at the top for us. He apparently said to pass a message along to 'that dipshit Solomon' not to ruin his hard work by going ahead like a big wooden faced showoff. Is that you?" His attempt not to burst out laughing was obvious in his voice.

"Yes." I said through gritted teeth. "And the moron in question was my best friend Clockwork. I, however, am far more mature and self possessed, and of course need not pass a message on to him through other people like a five year old. We should take a few minutes to heal up before the next section then. I'm Solomon, like he said, what's your name?"

"I'm Bill." He said simply. I waited for some kind of addendum or title but nothing came. Apparently some people just used normal names here. Weird.

After a second, I finally responded. "Hey Bill." I said uncertainly. "Nice to meet you. You get stabbed on the way up?"

There was a second of contemplation. "Aye. I was stabbed." He said as if he was talking about the weather. "Once in the meat of my thigh and once in the ankle."

"Ouch." I said sympathetically. "You going to be good for the next section? We'll wait at the top for you if you want." I was pretty sure we were losing points waiting. There was no reason to train cohesion if there was no way to improve. Chances were good there was a timed aspect as well, so cohesion could be refined by improving on your score.

His response was cut off by a call from the other side, where the other guy had apparently gotten the message to go and was passing it on. I shouted it ahead to Bill and got back at it.

The next section was harder. No stabbing or anything, this one we had to jump from beam to beam, using wooden perches that stuck a few feet out of the wall to leap further up. At random intervals they would be yanked back in, and I'd miss my footing, usually smashing ribs first into the next one down and having to scramble back up.

Jumping like that WAS possible for someone like me at high F-rank, or even for the others at mid, but it was an exhausting full body workout that was made even more difficult by our tiredness and all the exercises we'd been doing.

It took about thirty minutes for me to finish that one, and when I called around, several people hadn't made it yet. Those not all the way up could still hear us calling, as with those who had embarked on the next level, though past that it seemed to isolate our voices somehow. Either through magic or just distance, we could only communicate with each other when we were one ahead or behind.

And so it went, test after test, section after section, until we finally got to the top. Once we reached the peak, we were all in the same room, and Benny and I were too exhausted to even rag on each other. We all just silently dragged our battered bodies into a small wooden room in the middle that appeared to be some kind of elevator. I dreaded doing this again, but I was sure we would. Hamill hadn't been joking. Yesterday was the easy part. The real pain was just beginning.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The rest of the day crawled by. Like, at glacial speeds, over glass. We had more exercises, a few drills they wanted us to practice, but mostly they were just killing time while all the other cadets went through the course. By the time the day ended I wanted to sleep so badly I almost burst into tears, but I had a training session with Camden and Celine, so I had to stay awake.

I burned another heal burst to repair the damage of the day and a second to energize me as best I could get, because I still had to grant today's wishes. I decided to just do all six for Camden and bank the extra, that way I would have a decent stockpile for when we actually got our territory.

Callie caught up with me as I was leaving, coming with me up to the manor for moral support (which is to say, to catch me if I passed out) and to my surprise, we were quickly joined by my sister.

"I'd have thought you'd avoid this like the plague." I said to Chelsea with a chuckle. "It's going to be insanely boring. Jessie is patching everyone up and then they're all going to sleep." I sighed in pure jealousy. "I'd give anything to go to sleep right now."

Even with the charge of heal burst I was so exhausted I felt like I was underwater. My sister just smiled though. "I came to get to know my brother, not just to have adventures. Which, by the way, I don't think I would categorize this as. So far this vacation is sucking pretty hard."

I shrugged. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Should have asked around about all the nonsense we get into. This was bound to be somehow horifically annoying or possibly fatal." I softened the joke with a smile. "But really, I'm glad you came with us. I want to get to know you too. It's just so...weird, thinking about having a twin. There's so much we never got to learn about each other."

"There's so much I never got to learn at all." She said sadly. "I mean, even about myself and the things I can do. I've just been so...limited. I don't even know what happens if I use both my abilities at once. I've never been allowed to try."

Wincing, I shook my head. "Actually that one was probably a good idea. I've seen what that looks like. It explodes. Don't."

"Oh." She said in a let down sort of tone. "Ok. But still, my point stands. I've been pretty much kept in box my whole life. I know a lot of random shit from books but not much else. Seems like you at least got to interact with other people. I want to learn all about you for sure, but I hope you can teach me to be a normal person too. The way you learned."

Callie snickered from the other side of me. At my glare she shrugged. "Sorry, honey, but calling you normal is a stretch. You were basically a shut in before we met. The only person you talked to was Benny." My feeling of dismay must have rolled through the bond, because she backpedaled. "Not that my childhood was any better. Running away at sixteen to live in an underground criminal dystopia is hardly the best way to hone your people skills."

Chelsea giggled at the interplay. "It's sweet how close you two are. I can't imagine knowing someone that well. My brother was lucky to find you."

"Yup." I agreed unashamedly. "Best thing that ever happened to me. Sadly, I think we have to cut the heart to heart short though. We're here." I pointed up at the manor, and at the door where Celine was waiting for us. We'd split up to get changed into our more formal clothes. Chelsea, having joined us on the walk, was still in her armor, but she wasn't taking lessons so it didn't matter.

Alister was standing beside Celine, and when we approached, he bowed formally. "Greetings, Lord and Ladies. Be welcome in the home of his grace, Baron Camden Toldert. Declare your allegiance."

I just looked at him, unsure what the hell he was talking about. Celine, smiling slightly, stepped past him to stand beside us, dropping into a low curtsy as she said primly. "Greetings, honored seneschal, from my liege Shane, of house Wyndham. Son of Elijah and slayer of Suvaya."

That wasn't what I expected her to say, but she knew what was what so I just let it go. As they both rose, she turned to me with a laugh. "For future reference, declaration of allegiance will include your house, as well as the house and provenance of your liege. Technically speaking, despite you being in attendance, declaring myself for you is a bit of a loophole, but you would normally declare yourself for Baron Tolbert, at least until you rank up."

I shrugged. "You guys didn't mention that to me. Isn't that what the lessons are supposed to be for?"

"I believe it was a test." Said my elven friend. "Though perhaps an ill timed one on Alister's part, given your current frazzled state."

The seneschal sniffed reproachfully. "Nonsense. Good manners are to be observed at all times. One is not granted dispensation for mere tiredness. Your response was...technically passable. You may enter. We've arranged a small repast while you speak with his grace on the content of his wishes."

Excited by the idea of food after working out most of the day, I followed him in, but was stopped by Celine. "Be careful when we go in." She said in a low voice. "Watch how I eat, and follow my lead. If Alister is already testing you, a meal isn't relief, it's a trial." She nodded to the others, who presumably could eat however the fuck they wanted, and then swept inside.

Grumbling, I followed her inside, ignoring Chelsea and Callie snickering at my downcast expression. I was annoyed, I admit. I'd been wearing myself out all day and I was tired and hungry. I just wanted to eat a normal meal, not some fancy nonsense test dinner.

Camden was waiting for us in the dining room, the table overflowing with meat and pasta and several kinds of vegetable, some of which I didn't recognize. He grinned and waved me over as I arrived. "Solomon, or should I say Shane, I suppose? Come in, come sit down. Your guests are welcome as well."

Chelsea and Callie introduced themselves with real names, though Chelsea didn't mention being my sister. Anders wasn't as well known a name as Wyndham, since the Radiant Pope rarely went by his given name. In a huge universe it was unlikely someone would make the connection. They sat down, Callie in her nice dress and Chelsea in her armor, which was surprisingly clean despite a day of exhausting training. Purification flames have many uses.

"So." i said as we all sat down. "How do we do...this?" I gestured at the food. "And why, more accurately. This doesn't seem like the best timing. Alister's whole 'always be ready' motto aside, I'm exhausted and starving. If we could do the food portion of these lessons...not today, that would be great."

He just chuckled. "Sorry Shane, but it is a necessity. We're going to be attending a banquet this weekend, to try to get your names and faces out among the nobility before the big takeover. TECHNICALLY as an unlanded Baron I shouldn't be invited, but my name does come with some small perks, and anyone in the Empire would want a Tolbert at their party, distanced from the house as I may be."

I blinked. That was...efficient. I'd been expecting a long wait for our big introduction. "Guess we'll have to pick who will be staying behind to manage the territory." I said slowly. I didn't know who I would leave, or even if I was willing to do it. It was a hard decision. "For now, why don't you fill me in on the particulars of fancy eating, and we can get started on your wishes. Did Alister tell you I wanted to do six today?"

"Of course, that's fine." He said with a wave. "We put provisions in the contract for that. You said you'd done similar things in previous contractual arrangements?"

"Back on my home planet." I agreed. "So what will your wishes be. You going with stat gains to start? Or do you have other ideas." As we waited, Alister began pointing out forks, bowls, and various smaller utensils. The array of rules and affectations were dizzying, but with my Focus it wasn't tough to remember it all.

Camden took a bite, mulling it over. "I think I'm more interested in doing a bit of...territorial shifting." He grinned at me. "This area is well known to the locals, but if things were to change... well, that would make matters more complicated, especially if I knew about the changes and they didn't." Withdrawing a map, he started pointing out sections of it to me.

Despite my stats being more than enough to move some ground, the more of it that needed moving the more it cost. Even wishes couldn't just magically make a fifty mile tunnel underground on a C-rank planet without a trace. At least not my wishes and not all at once. After some trial and error, we managed to carve out about a mile of tunnel per wish, under the condition that no trace of the formation would be detectable.

He didn't set it up below the manor, choosing to make it in the middle of a contested area he pointed out on the map. Six miles of tunnel, following a very specific route he marked out for me. With my already exhausted body, the drain of the wishes hit me like a punch to the gut, but I got through it, then followed the ridiculous directions to eat my overly complicated meal.

By the time we finished it was about eight P.M and I could barely stand. The food and the crash from the wishing had mixed together into a roiling cauldron of exhaustion that had me ready to pass out. Callie and Chelsea helped prop me up as we said out goodbyes, making sure to take down the time we'd need to leave for the banquet and telling Camden who would be coming along.

Then they walked me back to the barracks, and I stumbled inside, staggering to my bed and slamming into my mattress without even taking off my clothes. Benny, who was bunked near me, saw me come in and helped me push my legs over the side of the bed so I wasn't hanging over the edge.

"You look wiped, man." He said tiredly. "I wanted to stay up to make sure you got back ok. Everything go alright with Camden?"

I groaned, pulling my mask off and dropping it on an endtable near the single twin bed. We had privacy curtains, though mine was open in the direction of Benny's bed and the same for his. I was glad it was taken care of, since I didn't want to sleep in a wooden mask. "Yeah, we have a banquet this weekend. Your girlfriend can tell the details, I need to sleep."
Chuckling my friend laid back in his own bed, closing his eyes. "I'm right there with you man. I'm exhausted myself. See you in the morning Shane."

"Night Benny." I muttered as my eyes forced themselves shut. The day was over, thank the gods, and tomorrow wouldn't be nearly as bad, since we'd be well rested. We had a few days of this until the weekend, where we'd have a whole day off before that banquet in the evening. I just hoped things didn't get any more complicated from here.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The rest of the week flew by. Three days of training should have been terrible, but I was so desensitized to the pain from the second day that it almost seemed easy in comparison. I also stockpiled more wishes, granting six a day for Camden, bringing my total of usable extra wishes to four. When Saturday rolled around we all gathered at the tent where Bethy dressed us in new clothes (we didn't want to keep wearing the same fancy outfits) and went over the details before meeting Camden.

"Alright." I said, looking around. "Benny, Celine, Callie, Chelsea, and Nat." I counted off, just making sure I had everyone. "You're all coming along, everyone else is heading back to Saltzburg to visit Zeke and Cass. We'll meet up with you after the banquet."

We'd all been outfitted in matching black and silver color schemes, albeit in differing shapes, because they were apparently neutral colors. Some houses had specific hues associated with them, so we'd had Bethy set us up in something that wouldn't state any allegiance. We were representing Camden, but only as mercenaries, and that gave us a bit of leeway, where signing on with a Viscount as an actual vassal would be picking a side.

Everyone agreed, and those of us going to the banquet filed out, meeting up with a transport heading to the Clairdon estate. Clairdon's eldest son, Sutton, was being 'honored' for his most recent win against Highgrave's forces. In reality, Sutton hadn't done much, and it was a badly disguised fund raiser for Clairdon to hit people up for 'gifts'. People would give Sutton money, and Clairdon would pocket the donations, keeping a ledger of who to pay back once he beat Highgrave.

Because of the underhanded nature of the exchange though, Clairdon needed to invite everyone nearby, claiming to be hosting a formal event. It allowed all the sharks to circle, making notes of clandestine alliances in order to exploit the support later if things fell through. Sometimes overtly or sometimes just as leverage to blackmail their own 'donations' in case of emergency.

I, of course, had figured NONE of this out, and had it spelled out for me by Callie and Celine. I think what really bothered me most about politics was all the unspoken arrangements. So much of it was based on 'trust' which was just a devious way of saying conflicting and coinciding interests and your knack for reading them, as well as your information sources and their ability to keep you in the know so you could read the nonsense a bit better than the other guy.

Not that I couldn't DO those things if given the chance, but my nature was more transactional. I liked my relationships codified into hard terms. Contracts were one aspect, but even wishes were like that. I give someone A and get back B. Simple and straightforward.

In fact, I suspected recursion was partially to blame for my political blindness. The perception of Wishmasters as being direct and to the point was ingrained in our image. We could and would give you whatever you wanted if you asked and could pay. We were seen as above the petty bullshit, at least at the higher end of the spectrum. Of course, the candidate's competition gave lie to that pretty overtly, but recursion was based on perception, not reality.

That particular realization had mostly been brought about by some careful reviewing of my own thought processes.
Whenever politics came up, something in my head told me 'you're not good at this'. It was something I'd repeated to myself so often it was almost a mantra, and something about that behavior didn't seem natural.

I'd tried to ferret out any other mental ticks I had that were similar, but nothing came to mind. It only drove home how insidious recursion could be, and how even the smallest bit of perception could worm its way into my worldview and shift it just enough to be a problem. I was pushing back against it with these political lessons, and I hoped to try to counteract more of the harmful effects as I noticed them.

The transport to the banquet was an odd thing. It was a magical vehicle, obviously, but it had clearly gone through quite a bit of refinement. It reminded me of a mixture between a fancy carriage and an old fashioned car. It was dark metal with gold filigree along the panels on the sides, and the engine was some sort of magical alchemical creation (I'd convinced the driver to show it to me while we waited for everyone to get aboard). It was strange to see a machine swirling bubbling blue glowing liquid through what looked like steam chambers, but it was interesting to look at.

Camden was waiting inside for us, the interior being larger than the outside, obviously, and he poured us each drinks and chatted until we arrived at the Clairdon estate and we all disembarked. When we came to a stop, he addressed us.
"Alright. My last advice to you is this. Do not agree to anything. Do not disagree with anything. Speak often and say little. Flattery is useful, but don't overdo it, or they'll sense weakness, don't be insulting or they'll take offense."

I blinked at him in confusion. "So...what the hell are we supposed to actually TALK about? Aren't we here to make friends."

"Friends?" He said with a laugh. "You are here to be NOTICED. Do not make friends. Friends come with obligation, and establishing those limits your options. Don't express too much interest in anything anyone says, or too little. Don't ASK for anything or offer any gifts. Taking a favor implies a debt, and granting one suggests an alliance. I'll feel out Prentiss while we're there and you can leave that bargaining to me. Any questions?"

I had a dozen, but none of them seemed important, so I just shook my head, taking Callie's arm as we stepped down from the transport.

The night air nipped at my skin as I took in the entrance to the massive mansion. Where Camden's manor was luxurious, it was also defensible, with plenty of hidden (and not so hidden) defenses. Clairdon's mansion, however, was a sprawling study in largesse. A series of real gold hedges highlighted the open style of the estate, showcasing a series of high rank statues made from precious gems of multiple colors.

I assume they were going for fancy and impressive, but honestly it mostly just came off tacky and badly designed. My eyes hurt just from looking at the terrible decorating. "Well, this is...unique."

Camden snickered from beside me. "Yes, Clairdon is well known for his eclectic tastes. It's my first time here, but I've heard stories. It's just as interesting as described." I made a mental note of all the ways he'd just politely stated that Clairdon was a dumb asshole with bad taste, because it was pretty impressive and then we advance to the open doors where a pair of hulking guards in thick metal helmets were standing stock still holding giant spears.

From behind them stepped a small, weaselly man with a thin mustache and overly large spectacles that made his eyes look huge. "Names?" He drawled in a snooty voice.

Camden stepped forward, doing his whole formal announcement thing. To my relief, he did ours too, introducing us as his vassals and letting me skip the rigamarole. The weaselly man checked a list (a scroll he unfurled about three feet as he ignored us) until apparently locating Camden's name.

"You may enter." He said officiously. "Be welcome in the home of his grace, Baron Alexander Clairdon, on this, a day of celebration of his lordship Sutton Clairdon, hero of the realm."

Camden smiled tightly at him, nodding before escorting us past the guards. Once we were inside, he scoffed loudly.
"Hero of the realm. As if this pissant backwater counts as a realm. In civilized parts of the Empire they have men hung up and beaten for making claims like that. I hate frontier showmanship. We're inside now, so just remember my advice. Be friendly but superficial, and don't commit to anything."

We nodded, then headed off to mingle, though we stuck together in groups of two. Nat and Chelsea stayed together, my sister clearly being more comfortable around family than on her own.

Callie and I ended up in a small gathering of E-rankers, all conversing quietly about the local economy. When they saw us, they smiled politely, and a tall woman with dark skin and plaited green hair smiled kindly at us. "Ah, newcomers. Greetings, my name is Baroness Natalia Danvers. Who might you be?"

A short man with an olive complexion and neatly trimmed red hair beside her snorted. "You know who they are Talia. They're the Tolbert brats new retainers. Introduced with use names, as I heard it. Solomon and Nightstrike?" Part of the reason Camden had introduced us was so we could keep my name a secret until we actually hit E-rank and came out as Barons. We didn't want the other nobles figuring out his plan too early.

Natalia glared at him. "I was being friendly, Lucas. You should try it. Perhaps if you adjust your bahvior your next wife won't leave you like the last six."

The pompous man stiffened. "Those marriages were mutually dissolved." He gritted out. "We'd grown apart."

"A bit of advice." She said patronizingly. "When you 'grow apart' from six different women in a row, many of whom went on to have happy successful marriages with other people, it might perhaps be time to address the common denominator in all of those failed nuptial arrangements." She gave him a sweet smile, and he turned and stalked off, trailed by a pair of younger nobles with similar features I suspected were his kids.

Natalia, now one of the only two remaining people in the small crowd, smiled apologetically at us. "My sincerest apologies for Baron Myers. He's unhappy about the Tolbert boy's insertion into our little slice of heaven. He fancies himself a bit of a spymaster and he's been gathering information to leverage the mess between Clairdon and Highgrave for a few years. Tolbert's entrance shook up the hornets nest and rendered his work up to this point moot."

I wondered if he knew Anna, but it didn't seem relevant at the moment. I offered a hand. "Solomon, as he said. This is my girlfriend Nightstrike." She took our hands one after the other, shaking firmly as she gestured to the last remaining noble from the original group.

"I already introduced myself, and this is Lady Marcella Winfries. My personal attendant." I'd been so wrapped up in what was going on that I'd missed that the pale girl with metallic neon orange hair was F-rank like we were. Her bright orange eyes lit up as she smiled at us, dropping into the same sort of curtsy I'd seen from Celine.

"Milord." She said formally. "Milady. Greetings from the nobility of Stratholme. Be welcome to our home. I hope your stay is most pleasant."

I nodded back, because that was apparently the protocol for curtsies. Happy with the pleasantries, we started making conversation, following Camden's instructions as best we could. It turned out that talking alot and not saying anything was actually really hard. I was impressed so many politicians throughout history were so good at it. Making meaningless conversation and committing to nothing at all took serious concentration.

Luckily Natalia seemed to know how the game was played, and she was able to guide us through an entire discussion where no one said anything relevant or meaningful at all. After about ten minutes we were out of nonsense to chatter about, and we were about to say our goodbyes.

I was just settling in for hours of unmitigated boredom when the music and chattering stopped. With only that split second of warning, the lights went out, and the entire banquet was consumed by darkness. As the screaming started, I just sighed. Of course even the boring parties had to go wrong.

 

[Quenster06]

Of course even the boring parties had to go wrong.

Click to shrink...

I think Shane is calling you out, Malcolm.

I can't wait to see what happens next.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

To my utter and complete shock, we did NOT get immediately attacked when the lights went out. The screaming had me setting my stance for a fight, but apparently nobles were just weirdly jumpy. Reaching out a hand, I clasped Callie's fingers in mine. "So...can you see in this?" I asked calmly, completely unable to spot literally anything in this oppressive darkness. "Because I'm planning to use an...alternative means of sight, and I don't want to blind you."

"I can." She responded succinctly. From her tone she was incredibly focused, probably trying to process a large amount of data at the same time via her shadow sense. "Go ahead and exclude me."

With a nod, I reached for my Moonlit Night ability, filling the area around us with fog. Now, one might be curious how further occluding the sight of everyone nearby would make it easier for me to see, but Moonlit Night manifested the fog as a translucent cloud of light to mark its boundaries. Once the fog spread, everything was suddenly perfectly well lit, easily visible even in pitch black.

To me. Easily visible, to me. The people weaving through the crowds slipping hands into pockets suddenly found themselves just as blind as the people they'd been robbing, and shouts of their dismay joined the shrieks of panicked nobles.

I was frankly shocked that had worked. Whatever this was, it was clearly enough to block off E-rankers from being able to see at all, barring unique abilities like Callie's. The only reason besides my slightly higher Impact I could attribute the quirk to was that I might not be ACTUALLY seeing anything. Maybe the cloud was acting as a kind of sonar? Or whatever the physical version of that concept was.

Thinking through the possibilities, I casually reached into my coat and slipped out my staff, releasing Callie's hand as I hauled back and smashed the E-ranked stick into the masked face of one of the thieves as he got a bit too close to Callie for my liking. He fell over with a shout, and I spent a minute beating him violently about the head and body with the weapon, just to really drive home the message.

He was an F-ranker, like me, but I had three extra Impact and was beating him with an E-ranked stick, so there wasn't much he could do, especially without the ability to see, except curl up in a ball and take his punishment. After confirming he was down, I kicked him once for good measure glaring down at him for a minute before moving on. Putting his creepy thief hands on my girlfriend in the dark wasn't going to fly.

Leaving the whimpering thief in a puddle of his own blood, I pulled Callie with me out of the way of the main force of thieves and up onto the steps, just to get us some room. The fog wasn't effecting her, since I hadn't brought her into the skill other than to exempt her from the stealth aspects, so her ability to merge with shadows let her process everything that was going on with extremely high precision.

Finally, after about a minute and a half of darkness, a voice shouted. "ENOUGH!" A loud thud of something hard striking floor came down, before a wave of bright energy blasted across the hall, dissipating the choking darkness and leaving everyone confused as to what was going on.

A tall, stately man with far too many rings on was standing in a circle of dark figures, glaring at them in rage as he held a brightly glowing staff. For a second I thought they were attacking, but after a moment I realized that they were all completely paralyzed. One of the rings, a green stone thing in a gaudy gold setting, glowed sedately on his hand as his blue eyes blazed.

"Shadow Troupe." He spat. "To think you would be so brazen as to assault an event where I am in attendance." He slammed the staff, a tall dark rod of wood with the end wrapping a glowing crystalline stone, once on the ground, and an eruption of plants exploded from the ground, reaching up and wrapping around all of the dark figures.

Looking closely, I could see the faces of the men hidden behind beaten masks of matte black metal. They were creepy and featureless, though they gave the impression of amusement. These weren't great masks, Zeke would have been appalled, but they definitely lent their wearers an air of competence and mystery. One of the ones being restrained, choked out. "Magister Weston." As the plants started to grip him harder.

A magic user. I'd heard of them, the owner of the Wizard's Tower where we found the ritual information we used to defeat Suvaya was one of those. It was a job dedicated to learning and practicing spells. When a person took a Job, their ability became a Skill, albeit a main Skill. Skills could be taught and learned, and certain Skills with narrow usage but impressive and interesting results were considered spells.

I had no idea what made something a spell, but I knew magic users could learn a lot of them, and from a variety of useful disciplines. Technically anyone could, but the Job system made learning and advancing Skills easier in some ways. Especially Skills related to your job, which made magic users complicated but sometimes very effective combatants.

Several of my DS Mastery subskills were probably considered spells, but I now had that as an ability, which meant they would automatically rise when I ranked up, a useful part of heroic cultivation Job system cultivators had to give up in exchange for protection from recursion and some other useful tricks. I was pretty happy with the direction I'd gone, all things considered, but it was damned impressive seeing what a magic user could do.

Weston turned, blue eyes searching the crowd until they fell on a sallow man with dark hair and a waxed mustache.
"Clairdon." He intoned coldly. "Might you wish for assistance disposing of these...interlopers?" He technically asked a question, but his tone made it clear that 'no' wasn't an answer that was on the table for the Baron.

Clairdon's face was getting even paler, but I didn't have time to react to that before I was tapped on the arm. "Excuse me." Said a familiar voice. "Might I trouble you for a moment of your time." Turning around, I froze in shock as I looked into the eyes of a formally dressed Anna, who smiled patiently as she took both my arm and Callie's and led us further up the stairs, pulling us into an alcove at the top. "What are you doing here?" She hissed when we were alone.

I raised a brow at her, before remembering she couldn't see my eyebrow behind my mask. "What are YOU doing here?" I chuckled as I gestured to our outfits. "We were invited. You didn't exactly seem friendly with Clairdon when you mentioned him."

"Because I'm not." She spat. "But I do know most of his private business dealings now. I was able to suss out where he keeps one of his emergency stockpiles of chits by crossreferencing information I had on his movements with the dates and times in the ledgers. I sent the Shadow Troupe to distract everyone while I lifted the money, but I had to pull out last minute because Weston is here. Clairdon is a nobody, but fighting the Magister would be a death sentence for me."

Which implied that guy was at least D-rank. Why the hell was he HERE? Anna couldn't see my face, but she obviously picked up my curiosity from my body language. I could feel the telltale stuffiness in the air of a stealth Skill in use, and I was pretty sure Anna was doing it. So at the very least we didn't need to worry about being overheard. Still, she looked around furtively and lowered her voice.

"I don't know why Weston is here." She said worriedly. "He shouldn't be anywhere this backwater. He's not a Viscount, but he works closely with the Earl at times. He's something of a stabilizing influence on Stratholme." She cursed quietly.
"This was supposed to be an effortless job. I'd probably have still tried it, given my skillset, but you're the goose that laid the golden egg. Can't let you get caught up in this nonsense. Which is part of why I pulled you away. Weston CANNOT find out you're a Wyndham."

That sounded ominous. "Why, does he have a problem with the WCP?" He was D-rank, so Zeke wouldn't let him act against me personally, but still, that only lasted until I hit E-rank myself. While he wasn't as restricted as he had pretended at the start (Zeke had let me believe 'protection from anyone two ranks higher' didn't include the rank I was at when I was starting out so I'd be more careful) once I hit E-rank, people like Weston would be able to do whatever they wanted to me.

Once I hit D-rank, the protection would end completely, but I wasn't ready to think about what that might mean. Anna brought my thoughts back to her with a rapid head shake. "No, but you're a strategic resource. He can and would use you. More than that...his being here seems odd, like I said." She glanced down the steps worriedly. "You're here with Tolbert right? How tied up are you with his settlement attempt so far."

"Very." I said firmly. "You think Weston is here for Camden? Why would he even bother with that?"

She shrugged. "Lots of reasons. Could be doing a favor for one of Tolberts off world enemies, hell, the Earl could be involved. Just be careful, if Weston is here, someone big is making moves, and there's no way he's their only card. Something else is happening and I somehow doubt it's going to be pleasant for Tolbert or anyone involved with him."

Which was really something I could have used information on before I signed a binding contract with him and got heavily invested in his business. While it was nice not to be the active TARGET of the insidious plot this time, being sucked into it by accident was almost as annoying. worse really because this time it was entirely my damned fault, and I just knew my fucking fate sense had influenced this nonsense.

Anna sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, I need to go. I'm going to try to spring my people before Weston gets them back to his estate. He's an unpleasant bastard, and chances are good he'll take them home for experiments. I can't take him in a fight, but my skillset is suited to prison breaks and disappearing into the forest. Be careful." She nodded and then turned and strolled casually down the steps, before LITERALLY vanishing into the crowd. One second she was there the next she was gone.

I looked at Callie worriedly, but without Anna's stealth we couldn't really talk too openly. Callie's own Skill wasn't anything to scoff at, but with a D-ranker here the chances of us being overheard were too high by far.
Offering her my arm, I gestured back down to the party, and she nodded solemnly. We needed to blend. Once this night was over we could talk to Camden about all this. Hopefully he'd have some idea what was going on and what to do about it, because I was thoroughly out of my depth.

We rejoined the milling throngs of nobles, smiling and flattering and being noncommital about everything as we killed time. As we did I considered how Camden might get out of this. Someone was clearly acting against him in a less than straightforward way, based on what Anna said, and that might give us a chance. After all, they didn't know about me or the wishes I'd signed over to Camden. Part of me was looking forward to seeing how that would tip the scales. After all, my other enemies had mostly known about my powers and been prepared for them. This time, THEY would be the ones in the dark.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I was mentally exhausted by the time the banquet ended. Political maneuvering wasn't just complicated, it was tedious. How many times could you say the same ridiculous bullshit before someone actually commented on how inane it was. Telling people their clothes were nice, talking about bullshit tourist nonsense from their territories, listening to THEM regale you with pointless stories.

Despite the conversation, I had to watch every word so I didn't give anything away, and more than once Callie caught me before I said something genuinely personal instead of just fake bullshit personal, like talking about my likes or dislikes. It was tiring, annoying, and by the time we left I was ten seconds from slugging the next person who smiled at me.

We filed into the carriage, and Callie sighed as she slumped onto the seat. "That was...awful. Most of those people were terrible human beings. I almost stabbed Baron Langdon. His creepy stories about all the women he takes to his lake house were gross. If Shane hadn't been with me I think he might have tried inviting me back there."

"He looked like he was considering it anyway." I growled. "I was about ten seconds from taking my staff to his wrinkled old face. How is it possible that he's THAT old physically at that rank? He looked like, ninety. I thought Vitality kept people in their peak health for their age?" The unpleasant E-ranker had been a nauseating conversationalist, and I was still shaking with rage at how he'd been looking at Callie.

Camden grimaced. "I looked into him. He didn't manage to reach any notable rank until late in life. He was passed over by his family for his position, and fell into it by default when the previous Baron of his territory died. The Imperial Roles supplied enough renown to reach his current rank, but his advanced age had a profound effect on the stats he gained. He has almost no Vitality."

I hadn't know that could happen, but it couldn't have been done to a nicer guy. I hoped he was miserable. Forcing myself to calm down, I took a deep breath, counting to ten as I forced myself to regain my calm. "Well, don't expect us to talk to him ever again. If he ever looks at Callie again I'm going to kill him in his sleep."

My girlfriend arched an eyebrow, holding up one of her daggers and slashing out, the darkness of her Abyssal path severing the air in front of her with a hiss. "That's sweet honey, but I can take care of myself. If anyone is going to kill that creepy old fuck in his sleep it'll be me. Leave the nighttime executions to the experts." Despite her tone, I could feel the warmth through our bond. She loved how protective I was, even if we both knew she didn't need it.

"Yes, you're adorable." Drawled Benny. "But maybe we can focus on that whole...shadow...thief thing. What the fuck was that? Where did those guys get taken? And who was the guy with the staff?"

Sighing, Camden shook his head. "Weston. A D-ranked Magister who works with the Earl on occasion. I'm not sure why he was there. I'd been briefed on him along with the other power players on the planet during my research, but I wasn't informed he frequented the area."

"Because he doesn't." I said bluntly. Looking around, I studied the walls. "Can we talk safely in here? Without being overheard? We have...sensitive information."

He raised a hand. Reaching up to one of the rings he was wearing, he twisted it and there was a flash of blue light. The walls of the carriage flashed in response, and a series of runes began to glow. He nodded. "We should be safe to speak. We're in a pocket space, and the isolation enchantment will prevent any sound from being picked up by anyone outside the vehicle."

Once he confirmed that, we told them all everything. We left out Anna's name, only calling her a friend, but everything else we laid out directly. Once I'd told him all about what had happened, I shot him a searching look. "Do you know who might be pulling strings? Because we didn't exactly sign up to fight the Tolbert family. This was supposed to be a low level conflict we could use for training."

Pinching his nose, he sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would bother following me here. I recused myself from family politics, and this place isn't worth the effort to come into conflict with me." He trailed off. "But if someone is here, I know who it is. My cousin Spencer. He and I have had conflicts over the years. If anyone in the family would pursue me it would be him."

"Well what will he do?" I demanded. "What's his M.O? We have a contract and I'm not buying it out, so we're with you, but we need to know more about this guy. He won't know about my powers right? That at least could be useful."

Camden nodded. "I doubt he does. I only dug into you after learning your names, and I doubt Spencer even bothered. He's an arrogant bastard, and it wouldn't occur to him to waste resources digging into his lessers. He'll consider you nuisances at best. Mercenaries from a backwater nowhere planet just like any of the others. Since you came with me to the banquet he might have his interest piqued, but I can make sure he doesn't find what I did."

I wasn't sure HOW he could do that, but it was a relief to hear. "So what do you think his plan is? Will he try to take the territory from you? Get involved in the regional battles? Because if he tries to gather mercs like you did I imagine it'll be tough with you having snapped them all up. Could be an advantage."

His expression became pinched, worry creasing his brow. "I pray that his plan is something so mundane, but I fear the opposite. Spencer is a vindictive and cold person. He'd burn the whole territory before he saw me get it. I worry that we may be in for far more than a simple battle."

Cursing, I glanced around at my friends. "Well, there are ways to work around him. We know he's here, and he doesn't know we know. My friend being at the banquet was a freak accident caused by a few wishes she made. No one would have expected it."

"That is quite the advantage." He admitted. "I'll reach out to my information contacts and feel them out. Don't worry, I won't tip our hand, but checking what Spencer is doing won't raise any suspicion given our antagonism."

Standing, he nodded to all of us. I'm going to consult Alister up front. You can talk amongst yourselves. Thank you for this warning. I'll do my best to make the most of it." With that, he turned and strode into front of the carriage where the driver was situated, closing the door behind him.

Turning to the others, I cocked my head inquisitively. "Alright, now we're alone." I gestured to the still glowing symbols on the walls. "So...what does everyone think?"

"We help." Said Benny firmly. "That much is obvious. Even without the contract we can't afford to lose out on a potential territory on such a massive planet. Plus I like Camden. He seems like a good guy. Though I have to say, it feels pretty good to have a choice. Not being the targets of the secretive assassins isn't a bad turn of events."

I snickered. "Yeah I had that thought. But this is a dangerous thing to get involved in. There are outs in the contract. And I do have a bunch of wishes stockpiled outside the arrangement for the territory. We could have Anna buy us out if we really need it."

To a D-ranker, the amount of money we'd set up for the buyout wouldn't be nearly as big of a problem. Realistically I could get a lot more bang for my buck if I worked with higher rankers all the time, but they had less need for lower rank wishes, and the circumstances were far less controllable. Still, in this case it was an option, and one I felt compelled to offer even if I didn't want to take it.

Callie took my hand, beaming at me. "I know you don't want to abandon him, or the possible home we might be able to make here. I love you for offering us an out, but no one here wants to take it. We came to this decision together, signing up with Camden after everyone agreed." She winked. "Plus we haven't gotten our new costumes yet. Nobody wants to miss that."

Sighing, I shook my head. "Alright. We'll need to find a way to tell the others without anyone noticing, just in case they want to abandon ship, but otherwise I'll proceed as normal." I grimaced. "So more training...yay." The others all laughed, though I could hear plenty of sympathy in their tones. Once everyone agreed, I pulled my sister aside to check in. "Hey." I said as we reached the wall, using Callie's stealth Skill to avoid anyone overhearing. "You sure you're ok with this?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes Shane. I'm fine. Just because I may have spent a bit more time working on cross referencing than crossing swords doesn't mean I'm a coward." Her tone was bitter and a little confrontational, and I was kind of blindsided.

"Whoa!" I said in surprise, hands going up defensively. "Pull it back, that's not what I meant. This isn't your problem, and it was my bad luck...or fate sense, that dragged us into it. You have no skin in this game, and I don't want you in danger for something I did." I didn't want any of them in danger, but my friends had earned the right to make that call themselves. Not that Chelsea didn't have that right but...she was my sister. I felt compelled to try to protect her.

The hard look on her face softened. "And that's sweet, but I knew when we did this things weren't going to be safe. I have Callen with me, and uncle Zeke will step in if someone too strong tries to hurt us. For threats closer to our own level...I trust you. And the others too. I'm with you, Shane. All the way."

"Well then," I said with a smile. "I suppose we should buckle down on our training. I can't tell you waht's coming, but I can tell you it's probably going to be a nightmare. These things rarely blow up small. The curse of being an Ascendant." Or just of being me. It always made me wonder if the Wish ability was special somehow. Like maybe being the focal point of so many changes in reality had some impact on the world and invited disaster.

Then again Nat didn't seem to have the same nonsense luck I did. Maybe it was some factor of being descended from three different gods. Chelsea got a second ability and I got crazy luck. Whatever the case, I had enough pattern recognition to see it for what it was. Inevitable.

Chelsea laughed like I was making a joke, and it was all I could do not to sigh. She'd figure it out. Until then, I needed to talk to Anna again. If she had information we could use I'd be willing to trade wishes for it in a heartbeat. Anything to level the playing field a bit. Lucky for us, we were already on the way to visit Zeke and Cass at the inn. We could discuss things there, in her new secret room. In the meantime, I was going to get a snack. Food hadn't been served at the banquet aside from canapes on account of the emergency with the thieves, and I was starving.

 

[Lone-sith]

Camden

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Is this supposed to be someone else? I thought Camden was the noble

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Is this supposed to be someone else? I thought Camden was the noble

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He is, he's the baron they work for. He took them to the party and this meeting is taking place on the way back in his carriage. Not sure which sentence you're referring to sadly since you just highlighted the name, which one was the mistake? If I messed up I can go back and tweak it.

 

[Lone-sith]

softened. "And that's sweet, but I knew when we did this things weren't going to be safe. I have Camden with me, and uncle Zeke will step in if someone too strong tries to hurt us. For threats closer to our own level...I

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Forgive me, it was this sentence. It seemed logical for Chelsea to talk about her bodyguard

 

[Malcolm Tent]

After eating, I went to see Zeke. After telling him what had happened, I then spent about fifteen minutes waiting for him to stop laughing at me. "Are you done?" I finally snapped. "I know that fate sense steers us to the interesting, but what are the chances of this happening? Should I be expecting someone from the cult to show up? Be the icing on this extremely unpleasant cake?"

"Sorry." he wheezed. "I shouldn't laugh. But your face is priceless. What did I tell you about rolling with the punches kid? You couldn't be doing that any less right now."

I threw my hands up. "Well sorry if I don't want to get straight up murdered by random nobles! This on top of the normal nonsense that is my life would be enough to kill us all. So please tell me that we only have to deal with one crisis at a time, or do I need to buy a bomb shelter and reinforce it with A-rank metal."

"First of all." He told me with a roll of his eyes. "You could sell every planet you've ever heard of and you wouldn't be able to afford that. Don't let the Necromedes fool you. The Zayne clan are absurdly rich. Secondly, I'm laughing because I just realized you missed one of the basic points of being an Ascendant, and it's probably been causing you to suffer for months now."

I sighed, knowing whatever he was about to say was going to piss me off. He was only this gleeful when he was taunting me, so whatever I missed must have been obvious. "What, exactly, did I miss?"

"Fate sense steers you toward interesting things. Ascendants are drawn toward dramatic and life changing events." He said in a bored tone. "Some people think it's a sort of conceptual gravity and that it's more based on Impact, while Fantasy just attunes you to the draw. Some people are more affected, people with strong lineage tend to be tossed about on the winds of fate quite a bit, but the main point is, crazy shit happens to Ascendants."

I let out an annoyed growl. "I KNOW! I literally said that to you earlier. That's not something I'm missing, it's the cause of my whole issue. Am I going to make even more of a mess by being here."

"That's why I'm laughing, kid. I just told you Ascendants need to be in the middle of craziness. Mostly you can find that anywhere there are lots of us, big populated planets, that kind of thing." I nodded, waving my hand for him to get to the point. "So, my stupid little nephew, what makes you think that fate sense, or conceptual gravity, would pull you toward an adventure, if you're already in one? If it stacked like that you'd have been buried in danger until you died from it."

I shrugged. "So what, I mean, that's good but I don't see what I miss..." I froze, my eyes closing as I let out a long miserable sigh. "Please tell me you aren't saying what I think you're saying."

"There's an old Ascendant proverb." He said, his grin showing far too many teeth. "Great Ascendants don't stay at home and wait for things to happen. They go out and happen to things."

I buried my hands in my face. "You're telling me I could have avoided almost all of the terrible shit that's happened to me by STAYING BUSY!?"

"I mean, not ALL of it." He cackled. "But probably some. Think about it, did anything bad happen during your big trip back to Valen to visit Callie's mom?" He shook his head in disgust. "Honestly I wasn't even messing with you on this one, I just assumed you knew. This whole trip seemed like you trying to head off as much deadly insanity as possible by putting yourself somewhere interesting."

Sighing again, I slumped back in my chair. "I guess subconsciously I probably was. Well at least it worked. What about the rest of it? You can still guard us against D-ranks right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, as usual. Once you hit E-rank though the only person on this planet who won't be able to touch you will be the Earl. Which won't be an issue, obviously. But the Empire is...messy. If I fight an Earl I'm picking a fight with his Marquis, and that'll piss off a Duke. The chances of a King deciding to fight me are minimal, not that I would CALL that a fight so much as a brief moment of resistance before my inevitable demise. My basic point is, try not to piss off the Earl."

"I mean, I'm not trying to piss off anyone. That Magister does WORK for the Earl though. If he tries to kill me and you kill him I can't make any promises." I paused. "What about Chelsea? Aren't you chaperoning? Ranks aside, you're supposed to protect her no matter what, right? Does that mean I might get some rollover protection?"

It was his turn to sigh. "I wish, but the geas won't let me. Plus I don't need to. I have a significant amount of control. I could kill anyone on this planet without implicating anyone else in any way. if someone attacks Chelsea they'll die, assuming the blow would be lethal, and I can tell. Otherwise I'm supposed to let her take the hit. Healing is a wonderful thing, and she asked your mother for the full experience."

Despite knowing he couldn't help, I found myself putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." I said softly. At his raised eyebrow, I clarified. "I know how much it has to suck to want to help and be bound by your geas not to. I'm not going to blame you for it, but I DO feel bad for twisting the knife. So I'm sorry, for the position my dad put you in by being an asshole."

He gave me a sad smile. "Shane, I appreciate that. But I don't resent Eli for the things he does. He can be a cold and calculative bastard, but he does what he thinks is best. He loves you, and Chelsea, and your mother, and even me. He's just...bad at showing it now. Devils are naturally inclined to manipulation and deception, and his bent towards contracts makes him extremely granular in his approach. I hope someday you learn why he does what he does, and that you can forgive him. As absurd as that might sound now."

"How can you defend him?" I snapped, standing up and stalking away, only to turn and pace back. "After everything he's done. After all the pain he's caused."

His expression was calm. "Because he's my best friend. Because as much as he's changed, he's done more for me than anyone in the universe. Because without him, I wouldn't have you in my life. Take your pick, kid. And partly because I see things at a wider scale. In the grand scheme of things, a couple decades under a geas isn't such a big deal. And someday you'll feel the same."

I wasn't sure that was true. I wasn't sure I WANTED it to be true even if it was. Which, of course, made me assume it probably was. "I can't take this on faith." I said with a sigh. "I can't get past the bullshit. Mom is back, and she's trying, and I'm trying, but dad...he's not. I need to blame someone. Someone needs to be the asshole that put me through all this, and at this point he's all I've got."

"I know." He said simply. "Hell, he probably knows. But just because you feel it doesn't mean its right. I understand, but I'm just telling you my perspective." He tapped his forehead. "Kind of wish I could tell you better. But this damned geas makes that impossible."

I snickered. "I thought you didn't mind it." I raised a taunting eyebrow, relishing the chance to poke him a bit over something he didn't seem to care much about.

"I said in the grand scheme of things it isn't a big deal." He said flatly. "And neither is being punched in the throat. Which I am DEFINITELY doing to your father the next time I see him. We may be best friends, but I live by the motto 'play stupid games, win stupid prizes'. Even if I signed the damned geas in the first place. This has been FAR more irritating than I expected."

My grin widened. "I have to say, it's refreshing to hear you say that. The whole forgiving saintly friend routine was touching, but it's just not YOU."

"I'll have you know that I'm very forgiving." He said piously. "And I'll kill anyone who says otherwise. No second chances."
We both laughed at that, and it was nice to just be back with my uncle, hanging out and talking shit. Sure this was a serious situation, but for once it wasn't my serious situation. This felt more like discussing the weather, if the weather was a terrifying hurricane about to suck up the house we were currently standing in.

Which brought me to another point. I shot him a sly look. "How are things with Anna by the way. She seemed interested. You and Stella weren't dating last I checked. You thinking of starting something up here?"

My uncle just rolled his eyes. "I don't understand where I went wrong that you're basically married at eighteen, but some of us don't feel the need to make lifetime commitments to everyone we date. I swear, your parents splitting up gave you serious attachment issues."

"That's..." I trailed off. "Probably true, honestly. But if it did I think Callie has them too, so it works out." I'd kind of just assumed a lot of what pushed us together was recursion. I loved her and I didn't mind, but thinking about things, our respective family situations probably made us both a bit more ready for a commitment than not. However it happened, I was glad to have her, so I just stuck out my tongue at Zeke.

He snorted. "Eloquent as always. Anyway, Anna and I are spending some time together. I doubt she's interested in travelling the universe with me or anything, but she's fun to be around."

"She's not going to be new auntie?" I asked, widening my eyes innocently and batting my lashes. His unamused expression was enough to break through my teasing and set me off in a cackling laugh. "Jokes aside, it's nice you found someone to talk to. I worry about how isolated you are when we're not around."

His face softened and he chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder. "You don't need to worry about me, kid. A bit of solitude isn't likely to cause much of an issue. I've had time to work on my craft, as well as prepare for my final ascension to A-rank. I hit my stat limit a while ago, to be honest, I'm just preparing for the...other, requirements. I still need something big and flashy to..." He trailed off as his geas flashed. "Huh, guess I can't talk about that even casually, probably for the best."

I knew better than to push, since it would only hurt him, but I was overcome with curiosity. I knew there were other requirements as you got stronger, things beyond just stats. I'd met them up to C-rank and a half step into B, but beyond that was a mystery. I'd been told looking too far ahead could stunt my growth at this level and to just focus on my current trajectory.

Which was quickly approaching E-rank. In fact, I decided to prioritize that. With everything coming, I needed to be as strong as possible. No matter what that everything was, being at the same level as Camden was bound to be a help. I had some stockpiled wishes I'd been planning to use for working on the territory, but also...I realized I still had my alchemy allotment. Elixirs were an option for quick and steady growth at this point. Tomorrow was another day off, and I believed it was time to go shopping.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The next morning I gathered everyone coming along for our alchemy shopping trip. Jessie, Bethy, Benny, Callie, Celine, and Gabe all filed out into the inn to have breakfast before leaving. The others decided to sleep in, so it was just us. "Anna." I said as we approached the bar. She was behind it, cleaning glasses. "We were hoping to wrangle breakfast, and maybe talk to you about some of the local shops. You have some time to sit and eat with us?"

Smiling, she set her glass down, before calling over her shoulder. "Mattie! Tell Cheswick to make a round of bacon and eggs. Then get Lionel out here to man the bar. I'm going to be eating with guests."

An annoyed voice bellowed back. "Gods! I'm doing inventory! Can't you do it yourself?" From the back of the inn, and Anna gritted her teeth, holding up a finger for us to wait as she stalked into the back. After an extremely uncomfortable few minutes listening to Mattie get torn a new one, Anna came back out, pasting a happy smile on her face.

"Sorry about that." She said brightly, I've got a table for you over here." She gestured to the far end of the room. "So, what exactly are you looking for. I won't even charge you for this, because direction to local amenities is more than covered under your room tab. You should take advantage of my wisdom, not many people are entitled to free access." She winked at us. "You're lucky I like you kids."

Looking around at the others, I gestured to Callie and I. "We need elixirs. Neither of us has used our allotment, and we're within a thousand points of E-rank." Honestly I wasn't happy about needing to rank up so fast. As miserable as training was, I felt like it was benefitting me. Once we hit E-rank we'd be on the officer track as per our contract, learning command. We'd miss out on basic training.

"How much will you need?" She said consideringly. "Are the rest of them going to be ranking up with you?" She studied our friends. "Because honestly, that might be a problem. Elixirs are tightly controlled. Getting two thousand points worth might be doable if you look in the right place, but the empire doesn't like people achieving mass rank ups through means outside the imperial roles. Alchemy has a...negative connotation here."

I cocked my head. "They can't. They're not close enough to the next rank. We have alternative means for them to reach E-rank." Nat was working with the two of them. They were only twenty five hundred points away give or take, and between Celine's resources and Jessie doing a bit of off the books healing, they could cover that in only a few months. But I was more focused on the possible ramifications of that news. "How negative exactly? Will we be arrested for using elixirs?" I hadn't considered that alchemists would be something they might not like in such a carefully controlled place.

"Nothing so extreme." She said with a wave. "Don't forget that elixirs are expensive. Nobles are the only ones who can really afford them, so they've taken steps to make sure there are ways to acquire the materials. It's just that those ways tend to be less out in the open. I know a place nearby where you can get your hands on some elixirs, but they're going to cost a premium."

I wasn't worried. I had plenty of money after our trip out here. I wasn't excited to burn it all, but I would if I needed to. Our timetable had moved up now. Luckily, we had four months to before the battle to take over the territories was set to begin. That was enough time for Jessie and Benny to hit E-rank with Nat's help, and hopefully some of the others too. It was also enough time for Callie and I to learn to command troops. I just hoped whatever Spencer Tolbert (if it was him) had planned wasn't going to come to fruition early.

I glanced at Callie, who had picked up my mood from the bond. She couldn't read my mind, but she could feel my impatience, regret, determination, and all the other minute emotions mixed into my current mood. Callie and I knew each other better than almost anyone, and given the circumstances, it wasn't hard for her to extrapolate my thoughts from what I was feeling. She gave my hand a squeeze and smiled encouragingly, and I could feel the love and support through the bond.

"We're interested." I said finally. "I assume this place accepts chits?" Anna smiled and nodded pleasantly. "Alright, then we'll have breakfast before we go. Can you guide us there? Or give us a map?"

She pulled out a beautiful silver hand mirror. "Of course. Do you have your mirror on you?" I blinked dumbly at the thing, and she groaned. "You really need to get one of these. Without access to the scan network here, you'll need mirrors to function. Even if your rings can still make calls to each other, not being able to interface with the locals will be a problem."

"Can we get them wherever you're sending us?" I asked. "Because I can shell out for fifteen of them as long as they aren't too crazy. Given everyone has one, I doubt they're going for too much."

Nodding, she put hers away. "There are different models, but you can get a barebones mirror for five F-ranked chits. I'd recommend investing. They should have some at the thieves quarter."

Benny perked up. "Thieves quarter huh? That sounds pretty cool. Is that where we're going? Are there people with thief jobs in the empire? How does that even work? There's no way they could be on the imperial roles, how do they rank up?" He seemed fascinated by the inner workings of the empire, and I didn't blame him.

"That's...complicated." She said hesitantly. "Theoretically, the dark professions shouldn't be imperially sanctioned. More realistically though, theft and assassination are bound to happen, even without support. Most thieves guilds have arrangements with the local noble. Nobles apportion the renown for an area, and once it reaches them, it's theirs to do with as they please. Often they support the darker guilds and businesses in exchange for a greater say in how they operate."

I frowned. "They can do anything with it? What's to stop them from keeping it all? If they skimmed a bunch off the top they could make themselves much stronger, couldn't they?" The idea that people could control something like renown and actually portion it out like currency was staggering to me. How did it even work? I knew that the Emperor's power had a lot to do with it, but it still blew my mind.

"The Emperor stops them." She said simply. "The Empire is a machine. An esoteric one to be sure, but a machine nonetheless. Every person plays a role, and in order for that to continue they need to be supported. There are ways to increase the net gain enough to have a bit of extra renown to funnel toward other pursuits, such as thieves guilds and the like, but the nobles still have to pay their citizens. If you don't pay the baker, no bread gets baked, the workers don't eat, and eventually, someone comes to investigate. Nobles who try things like that die in public and horrifying ways. The Emperor IS the Empire. To participate and fail to do your duty is to spit in his face. No one is that stupid."

I wondered if the renown generated by people like me, who weren't on the roles, was one of the ways to increase net gain like she said. Honestly the whole thing was so weirdly abstruse I had no idea how anyone could track it. Probably why there was a literal god running the show.

"So the thieves had a deal with Clairdon?" I asked, considering who was probably in charge of the roles in this are. "Will they get involved in the battles?"

She waved my concern away. "Viscount Creck. Barons aren't stable enough to make a long term deal with. Thieves, assassins, and the like, tend to work with more static authorities. Viscounts usually. Their territories don't change hands nearly as often. As I'm sure you know, Mastery is a watershed. Picking a fight with a Master at anything less is a difficult prospect, and it's a rare Baron who can manage."

Which made sense. My Solid Path made me a dangerous opponent at F-rank, but even an Illusionary Path like Callie's Path of the Abyss made a huge difference in combat. All Masters had Paths, and with both stat and Path advantages, it was bound to be a nightmare to try to beat one. Not an issue I'd have if I was punching up ranks, though I'd still have all the other obvious problems with fighting someone stronger.

"So we're supposed to visit this thieves quarter? What's to stop us from thieving US?" I asked cautiously. My group was pretty tough, but here, where we were so badly suppressed, multiple E-rankers could easily roll us for our stuff.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Stealing things to sell only works if you can sell them. Do you think anyone would go to the thieves quarter to buy things if they were just going to get robbed. Thieves that let other thieves steal in their territory don't last long. The quarter is the safest place in the city. Though most of Saltzberg is pretty safe. The guard doesn't allow street crime. Arrangements with the viscount or not, they still serve their purposes. Most robberies are burglaries, and they tend to avoid violent confrontation."

I'd wondered how the guard played into that whole thing, given she'd said people still had to serve their purposes. My thoughts were cut off as Mattie stalked out of the kitchen in the back, carrying a pair of trays laden with bacon and scrambled eggs with cheese. She slammed them down in front of us one after another, turning to glare at her aunt when she finished. "Please enjoy your meal." She hissed through gritted teeth. Then she spun and stormed out of the room.

"Wow, she really hates being polite." Said Benny through a mouth full of eggs. Celine glared at him and he swallowed. "I mean...why's she so upset?" He said weakly. I held back my snicker at the irony, not wanting to draw her ire myself. She was formal and polite most of the time, but Celine could do a pretty good withering stare when annoyed. That would really mess up my meal.

Anna sighed. "She's been out of sorts lately. Lionel too, but his anger is more of a quiet seethe. Mattie takes after my brother Marcus, when she's upset, EVERYONE knows it. Their parents sent them to work here against their will. They were worried about them getting in trouble in the capital. Lionel offended the heir of a Viscount and they packaged him off to Saltzberg to keep him out of sight. Mattie in particular feels caught up in things that weren't her problem."

I winced. "That does sound rough. It's nice of you to look out for them though. I'm assuming you can't just warn the Viscount off?"

"Soft power is more my style." She said with a shrug. "I protect my own, however. I was able to get my friends from the other night out of trouble. Though one of them was beaten in a particularly merciless fashion by someone carrying a big stick." She gave me a pointed look.

I took a sip of the glass of juice that had somehow appeared with my meal. Guava. It was pretty good. She rolled her eyes, turning back to her food when she realized I wouldn't apologize. He'd deserved it. We all enjoyed the food (the bacon was a deliciously crispy maple and brown sugar cured treat) but soon enough it was time to go. Anna sighed and stood up herself. "Well, I suppose with no mirror I'll have to just show you the way. Come along, children. I'll teach you all about honor among thieves."

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I'd expected the thieves quarter to be underground. I know, I'm biased because of the WCP, but still, I'd figured it would be somewhere hidden and secure, where no one would be able to find it. Understanding or not, the guards had to guard stuff, so keeping a bunch of stolen shit out in the open would be ridiculous. There was no way they would have the whole thing in an obvious easily locatable spot.

The street signs directing us to the 'Merchant's Quarter' were the first and most obvious indication of how wrong I was. Benny couldn't stop cackling at the fact that merchants were so synonymous with being stingy pricks that thieves would use the designation as an all but open proclamation of their profession, though I was a bit confused.

"What about the actual merchants?" I asked as we walked. "They can't all be thieves in disguise." At that point, even Anna cracked up, and I sulked for five minutes as we walked through the streets, the whole group of them laughing at my word choice.

"Sorry." Anna gasped. "It's just not often someone sets up a straight line like that. I honestly think there were so many possible jokes that it prevented me from being able to tell one. There are merchants, but they tend to mix with the thieves pretty seamlessly. Similar mindset."

Entering the 'merchant's quarter', I was surprised once again. The place was picturesque, like a little shopping district. Cobblestone streets and thatched rooves. "Alright." I said as we approached. "We're looking for Might and Vitality focused elixirs. Where would we go to find that?"

Callie and I had discussed our needs, and while I preferred to more evenly disperse my stats, and Callie had her big concentrations in Perception and Fantasy, we both figured Might would play a solid role in the battles to come, and Vitality would help us maintain our stamina. Ranking up would offset a huge amount of the pressure from the planet and help us return to our more powerful forms (partially at least) but having a physical edge couldn't hurt.

Anna made a considering sound. "I'm not sure. There aren't a wealth of alchemists around. I checked my mirror before we left, and Burton Stovall seems to be the top pick for most accomplished alchemist in Saltzburg. At least according to my sources." She pointed down the street, gesturing to a small, picturesque building with a tiny fence around its bucolic yard. "It might be a bit pricey though, I hope you brought enough money."

We had. In fact, that had been a large portion of the reason we'd decided not to fill out Jessie and Benny's elixir allotment too. We weren't sure we'd have enough. A thousand points of stats was nothing to scoff at. Even for an F-rank assortment of pills it would most likely break the bank to get enough for the two of us. I was hoping the thirty plus D-rank chits I had on me would be enough.

Nodding to her instead of answering, I gestured to Benny. His haggling Skill had hit Lesser after our negotiations with Camden, though he hadn't mentioned it until later. That still wasn't anything impressive here, but it was better than nothing. He, Callie, and I all stepped through the gate, making our way down the idyllic path of flat stones interspersed through the path up to the door.

I pushed it open, going first, and there was a bell-chime as we entered. I braced myself for some kind of lab or concoction room, but once again this place failed to live up to expectations. The inside of the room was open and clean, unsurprisingly bigger on the inside, but besides that it wasn't anything like I'd expected. Glass tubes filled the walls, coming down from the ceilings and each filled with a certain kind of pill.

Solid colors, stripes, swirling patterns that danced across the surface, there were so many it made my head spin, all lined up next to each other in a dizzying display. At the base of each tube was a metal plate with a slot for a coin, and below it there was a small metal hatch that would let out one of the pills. Each metal plate had a small, neatly written label on it.

Behind us, above the door, lay a sign. 'Help yourself, to buy in bulk, approach the counter.' A red carpet ran the length of the store, coming to a stop in front of a small wooden counter, behind which sat a fidgety, neurotic looking man with square glasses, flipping through a massive leatherbound book.

Glancing at Benny and Callie, we heard the others come in behind us, but ignored them for the moment, walking down the carpet side by side. I tried not to look at the pills, because the variety was hurting my head. Some of these were higher rank than I was, but even the F-ranked stuff was in high concentrations and it seemed to be straining the world around it. The glass they were behind glittered strangely, and I realized that as light hit, if I looked VERY closely (something I couldn't do for long) there were runes in the striations in the glass.

"Don't look at those." The man said boredly, catching my attention. "They're warded. The glass is a propreitary cast from a small company on Reigel. Good security is irreplaceable. I assume, having read the sign, you're interested in a bulk purchase." He squinted at us behind the glasses, then his eyes strayed to Anna. "You brought a D-ranker. That's certainly enough to engender my interest."

Not for the first time, I wondered who the hell Anna was. Why was a D-ranker on this planet but not one of the nobility? Why did no one seem to know she existed? Where had she come from? How did this guy know what rank she was, when we couldn't tell and I hadn't seen any sign the Magister noticed her either?

Stepping up to the counter, Benny smiled at him confidently. "Hello, we' re looking for a certain combination of elixirs. One thousand, eight hundred and eight points of Might and Vitality elixir at F-rank. What will that cost us?" Callie was at ninety one hundred points and I was at nine thousand ninety two, so we didn't need a full two thousand.

"First of all." He said flatly. "You can't. Making an F-rank elixir with more than a hundred points in a stat is prohibitive. You'll see high dosage pills like that at lower ranks, because the Impact values are so close it doesn't matter, but past F it becomes prohibitive. I can tell you came from somewhere with extremely low alchemy standards to even ask that question."

Benny faltered, clearly put off by the response. Clearing his throat, he stood for a moment, not speaking. Finally he sighed. "Alright, can you tell us how this works then? We need that value in pills, can you give it to us? In whatever combination?"

He sighed, removing his glasses and slipping a thin cloth from his pocket to clean them. "Basically, your average high end F-rank stat elixir will give you fifty points. In order to make a higher concentration of stats you need rare F-rank materials, which is prohibitive. It's more cost effective to take an E-rank stat elixir aimed at F-rankers. They're tempered specifically to dilute the Impact, and the more powerful base ingredients allow you to more easily hit the values needed."

Knowing how Ascendant values worked, I nodded. "The E-rank pills go up to five hundred points, I take it. The tempering prevents the problems you can normally get from ingesting pills of too high a rank? I thought one rank higher was safe?"

"The higher you go, the bigger the Impact difference rank to rank." He said matter of factly. "An E-ranker has sixty two Impact to an F-ranker's thirty two. You CAN take E-ranked pills made normally, but it's a massive strain. The large difference is why you can get so many more stats out of them. It's an advanced alchemy technique called conversion. At lower levels, taking a higher ranked medicine will give you the same amount of stats. Once you get into the higher ranks conversion pills become more commonplace."

I sighed. "Forget the eight points then." I was going to have to grant a wish to get those. I was reasonably sure I could do eight at once when I finished taking the pills, I was already able to trade seven. "Eighteen hundred points then. How mach for those?"

He pulled out a small jewelers loop, looking through it at the both of us and frowning. "Two top grade E-rank conversion Might pills, two middle high Vitality." He said after a moment. "Five hundred and four hundred points respectively." He glanced over at Anna. "I'm willing to price for post conversion, assuming I can count on seeing your benefactor again in the future?" She nodded.

"Twenty E-rank chits." He said finally. Benny opened his mouth, but the alchemist just glared at him. "If you try to haggle the price doubles. If you don't like it you can go buy from the OTHER alchemist who can reliably source E-ranked pill ingredients in enough numbers to have extras beyond what the nobles reserve. Spoiler alert, there aren't any. You MIGHT be able to find enough pills to heap together the points you want, but they'll gouge you worse than I did."

Benny shot me an apologetic look, but I just shrugged. Plans didn't always work out. I passed the twenty E-ranked chits over, grimacing in nearly physical pain. That was months of work. Elixirs got expensive at higher rarities. Still, I couldn't help but glance around. "These can't all be for stats." I said cautiously. "What other kinds of products do you sell?"

Rolling his eyes, the man muttered. "Civilians." Under his breath before gesturing out at the shop. "Alchemy is not exclusively the creation of stat elixirs, despite what the uneducated might think. There are pills for stealth, pills to allow you to see certain kinds of energy, pills to resist cold, or fire, or lightning. Pills that let you protect your mind from intrusion or temporarily harden your flesh to the consistency of stone. Almost any ability a person can have can be distilled into a tincture. There are endless uses for alchemy."

His tone was proud and excited, and it was easy to tell that Burton Stovall LOVED what he did. I even considered buying some more pills, they sounded like they could be damned useful, but I only had ten E-ranked chits left. I was pretty sure he'd given the pills to us almost as cost in consideration for Anna shopping here in the future, too, and I doubted he'd be so nice again.

I indicated we were finished and he bustled away, coming back with four pills, two dark red and two emerald green. Callie and I took one of each color, then bid our goodbyes and turned to leave. As we walked out, I studied the pills again with new eyes, trying to discern what each one did beyond the name on the labels, many of which were abstruse and unhelpful in determining the purpose of a pill.

Alchemy was an interesting field, even more than I'd considered before. It was clear to me that I hadn't gotten a good idea of its depths back home, where techniques like 'conversion' didn't exist. A method of converting higher Impact to more stats. It reminded me a bit of the way my wishes worked, where Impact could act as a substitute for other requirements. Was the alchemist who created the technique on the same level as the original Wishmaster in terms of talent? Was it another god? Maybe one that wasn't around anymore?

I had plenty of questions, but in the end they'd have to wait. We had our pills now, which meant I was only giving Camden the agreed upon five wishes today. My last would be used to gather the eight points I'd need to finish reaching E-rank along with Callie. It was finally time to step into the same level of power as the strongest on our home planet. I for one, couldn't wait to see what it was like.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"So." I said, holding the pair of pills. "This is going to fucking suck, isn't it?" We were back at the inn, Callie and I sitting across from each other. Chelsea was sitting in too, having volunteered to be the one wishing for the eight points I'd need to rank up after I took the elixirs. "Our souls are pretty sturdy, but nine hundred points is a decent chunk of our current values. Especially in the stats we have. Almost a quarter of each for me."

Callie grimaced. "The Might won't be a problem, percentage wise five hundred is much less for me than it is for you. Four hundred Vitality is literally more than a hundred percent increase for me, though. It's going to be agony, especially since I don't even have an Azure Soul Body like you do to blunt the pain."

I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'll take as much of it as I can handle. We can go one at a time, so it'll be more like both of us are doing the upgrades together. Do you want to go first?"

"Oh sure." She said shakily. "Soulrending pain is my favorite thing ever. I guess I'd better do Vitality first then. We can deal with it when we're both in peak condition. You sure you want to help me ride this one out? You can't do much more than take some of the pain. It might not be worth it. It's not like it's going to kill me."

Rolling my eyes, I pushed the emerald pill in the box closer to her, and she sighed, nodding as she used the hand I wasn't holding to pick it up. Popping the clear crystal box open, she picked up the shimmering green pill. "Wish me luck." She said as she tossed the thing back like a shot. She sat there for a second, waiting, and then her back arched and her body slammed back against the wooden floor.

Life energy blazed through her, manifesting like a tidal wave of pure Vitality rolling through her whole body. Her hand clamped down around mine like a vise, and my eyes widened as several of my bones cracked. I hissed in pain, but I didn't pull away, letting her grind them together as she choked down screams of pain. It honestly helped me focus as I tried to withstand the flood of agony coming through the bond.

I was taking as much of her pain as I could, this was a weight on my soul sure, and on hers, but more than that, this was her body and state of being adjusting to suddenly being more than twice as strong. I was regretting picking Vitality as the stat we used the elixir for, and I could feel she was too.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour but was probably more like thirty seconds, the pain faded. Callie slumped back, panting in pain and releasing my hand. I triggered a heal burst immediately, using my other hand to try to shift the bones into the right positions to make the healing easier. "That..." Panted Callie. "Was the worst idea we've ever had. Why would I possibly have considered doing that? On the upside I got a full fourteen percent to my soul strength for weathering that shitstorm."

I flexed my hand with a grimace. "Yeah, probably would have been smarter to let Vitality drag up naturally as you ranked and pumped the points into Perception or something else that could have taken it better. On the upside Might should be a cakewalk after that."

She shrugged. "Our logic was solid. It would have been stupid not to fortify my Vitality. Even with the extra Impact from the rank up, the extra stamina and regeneration will be vital. Let's get this moving. Might time." She grabbed the second box, popping it open and tossing it back like she had the first.

This time, there was some strain as she adjusted, but it didn't really HURT. Callie was heavily invested in Might, and the five hundred points she was gaining was far less of a shock. There was still a bit of difficulty as she withstood the E-ranked pill as it converted to an abundance of F-ranked Might, but between the two of us withstanding it was easy.

She completed the stat acquisition simply enough, and after allowing herself to rank up, she ascended smoothly to E-rank. It was almost anti-climactic after everything else. But her soul was strong, and she was able to handle the growing Impact easily enough. In fact, it was stronger than mine now. As she ranked up, it made the shift from green to blue officially sublimating into a form that prevented any further breakage of shackles. Not that she would have a problem with that.

I felt the weight of her beat on the air as she Ascended, breaking through to a rank that I knew she'd been dreaming of since she was a little girl. She was officially an E-ranker like her father, and with a Path already to boot. She was already ready to take the step into D-rank that he could never take on Callus. She opened her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks as she stared at me in wonder. I could feel the emotion crashing through the bond like a tsunami, her new and weightier sense of self almost overpowering to my weaker being. Almost. She grabbed a piece of paper, writing out her new status and handing it over to me.

Calliope Reynolds. E-rank. Ability: Expert Abyssal Infiltration- Enter the shadows and emerge where you will within range, shape the darkness to your call, moving it as if it were part of your body, and even extend your senses through the shadows to spy on your enemies.

Might-3350
Impact-65
Vitality-742
Fantasy-2105
Focus-908
Perception-2375
Creation-485
Progress to next rank: 10030/100000

Soul strength- Blue-64%
Pet-Wolf named Rellia

Skills: Minor Tracking, Minor Dual Dagger Mastery, Beginner Stealth, Beginner Trap Mastery, Beginner Disguise, Lesser Balam Mastery, Intermediate Shadow Manipulation Mastery. Intermediate Paired Dueling.
Path of the Abyss-Illusory

"I...I can't believe it." She said quietly. Staring at the paper. "I'm finally here. Finally as strong as he is. Maybe not as far along, but I have my Path, and that has to count for something. Plus my soul is definitely way stronger than his. I bet I could kick his ass."

I laughed. "Maybe hold off until we hit D-rank. Might as well make a big spectacle when you prove to him what a dumb asshole he is."

She lunged forward, throwing her arms around me. "Shane...you don't know what this means to me. Or maybe you do, but still...I love you. Thank you so much." She giggled. "Apparently helping me achieve my lifelong dream was at least worth a Skill rank. Paired duelling ranked up. I should be able to help you withstand your own stats way easier with a blue soul." She puffed out her chest as she pulled back, proud to be able to help and of how far she'd come.

Blue. The soul of a Master. It was a heady thing. My own upgrade would bring me to the next soul rank, and I was curious what that would be. What was the complete sublimation state after Azure Soul Body? A halfway step into Indigo, I was sure, but what would it be called? Deciding I was going to find out, I grabbed my own pills. One and then the other, I took them, tossing them back and then waiting.

It wasn't...pleasant, but it didn't hurt, not really. Just some pressure, and the small amount of discomfort Callie helped with easily through our new and improved bond. She seemed almost annoyed she couldn't do more, and it was hard not to smirk at her pouting for not being needed during this.

Chelsea, who had been watching the byplay with an amused smile, smiled at me. "Alright, you ready for this? I wish for eight points of Might, and I'll pay with eight points of Fantasy." She enunciated clearly.

Wish detected. Grant wish?

I agreed without hesitation, holding out a hand and grabbing hers, letting the rising static of my power carry the last eight points I needed. I was glad I'd been right about the bump being enough to get me to eight points per wish. It would have been hellish getting stuck at one point away from E-rank. As soon as it settled, I felt the weight of my incoming shift in self.

Impact. The conceptual weight of a being. Thirty points of Impact was nearly double what I had now. But I wasn't worried. Impact weighed on the soul. Stats affected the body, especially ones like Vitality, so there was bound to be difficulties in a big jump, but Impact? The soul weight settled onto my Azure Soul like a warm blanket.

I was uplifted. Ascended. I became more than I had ever been before. My Path of the Doom Sovereign, an ability I'd clawed and scraped together and worked to refine, seamlessly rose alongside my wish power. I couldn't wait to see what kind of changes that brought about. New subskills, sure, but changes to the ones I had I was sure. The changes were gradual to that one. It would take time to settle from its first rank upgrade. I'd check those later, for now I was more focused on the earlier portions of my status and how it had changed.

Wishmaster candidate status. E-rank.
Ability: Expert Wish- Seven times a day grant an Expert wish in return for proper compensation. Wish must be feasibly achievable by the candidate's own efforts within a three day period with current statistics.
Expert Path of the Doom Sovereign- A Solid Path toward a great destiny.
Might-2975
Impact-65
Fantasy-950
Vitality-2162
Focus-1120
Perception-1204
Creation-1554
Progress to next rank:10030/100000
Soul strength- Sapphire Soul Body

Stored:7 shadow attacks, 10 shadow jump (seven in reserve), 10 Stealth charges, 0 fire attacks, 10 triple strenth tranq blows (ten in reserve), 10 triple strength density shifted attacks (ten in reserve). 10 spider leg attacks (ten in reserve), 9 heal bursts (4 reserve), 3 gravity attacks, 10 shadow clone (2 in reserve), 19 scan heals (I-rank ability so Shane can hold more)
Pet- Wolf named Jin

Financial resources:10 E-rank chits


Skills: Expert Path of the Doom Sovereign, Lesser Valtek Mastery, Lesser Cooking Mastery, Lesser Inventing Mastery, Beginner Balam Mastery, Minor Piano Mastery, Minor Guitar Mastery, Minor First Aid Mastery, Intermediate Paired Dueling

There was a lot to unpack there. Seeing Expert instead of intermediate thrilled me, obviously. Seven wishes would come in handy and let me stockpile more for the territory while fulfilling my contract with Camden still, and I could feel my body shaking off the bonds of the pressure it had been under. Not completely, obviously, but some of my old strength and speed were returning.

Then there was my soul. Sapphire Soul Body. Each rank of the soul had its own peak sublimation. The Azure Soul Body was the first, but each rank up would reveal another. I'd never bothered to ask what the peak of blue was, and seeing it, I wasn't sure how to feel. I didn't feel different really, though I suppose I wouldn't. The new clarity I'd gained in the temple had been a result of same rank soul changes. Ascending was the natural method of growing the soul, and it wasn't really supposed to alter the way I felt.

Turning to Callie, I scribbled out my own status, passing it to her, and let her read over it. I could feel her pride and excitement against my soul, the combination of new bond and new us making me feel even closer to her. She finished reading it and threw herself at me again, and I held her as bright, shimmering laughter spilled out of her, pure exultation at we had accomplished together. I started laughing alongside her, and I didn't even care that Chelsea was looking at us like we were lunatics. It was good to be alive.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I'd like to claim that I immediately went through my DS Mastery to see what I got. This rank wouldn't have been a death blow since I'd gotten Marked for Death last time, but I still had to check what new subskills popped up, not to mention see if the ones I had upgraded. My Path wasn't something that could be found in the game anymore, it was unique because of the additions I'd made.

That's what I SHOULD have done. But...I was just so giddy. Being suppressed by the world around us was so tiring. I'd been clocking MAYBE a pound per point of Might in terms of raw strength. Still freakishly powerful for a normal human, but nothing like what I'd had even as an H ranker back on Callus. As a planet of not even D-rank, my old home put almost no pressure on Ascendants, though at the cost of limiting their advancement.

Stratholme, meanwhile, turned F-rankers into veritable mortals. Even at E-rank, I was at maybe a tenth of the strength as I'd be were I completely unencumbered. That said, a tenth of the full output of my body was a hundred pounds of lifting strength per point of Might, of which I had nearly THREE THOUSAND. the lessening of the pressure putting me FIRMLY back into the realm of the superhuman.

I crowed in joy as I hit the street outside the inn at a dead sprint, Callie speeding along at my side. The feeling of freedom, of sheer unrestrained POWER, was intoxicating, and as we approached the walls, we bent our knees and hurled ourselves into the air, slipping the bonds of gravity through main force.

Of course, I wasn't a moron. State of Grace triggered as I soared up, if only to lighten the impact of my eventual landing, and it was the easiest thing in the world to reach through the new and improved bond, allowing it to extend to Callie as she joined me in the sky.

The guards below watched us with bored expressions, and in a shocking twist, I heard Callie's voice in my head. "I'm surprised they don't try to stop us."

My eyes snapped to hers, and she looked surprised. I reached out experimentally, pushing a thought through the bond with the strength of my Sapphire soul. "Can we...talk telepathically now?" I said cautiously. "Wait, is this a deliberate thing or are we reading each other's minds. Because I'm definitely NOT ok with that."

As we reached the apex of our parabolic arc out over the forest outside town, I kicked off the air with Ripple Running, changing direction to send me drifting down toward the trees in a spot where I could see an opening. Callie tapped into the skill effortlessly, doing the same, and we sailed down among the trees like leaves on the wind. "I don't think so." Her voice rang in my mind. "I don't think this is a brain thing. I think we're sending messages with our souls."

We hit the trees, separating as we kicked off a branch each, shooting forward as we sped from branch to branch, weaving through the forest in a blur, losing each other behind the giant boughs of blue leafed giants, but never worrying about not finding each other again.

She was right. I could feel it. These weren't words exactly. They were a sharpening of the empathic impressions we'd had before. A more controlled form of communication through our souls. Whether we gained that control from our massively improved soul power or the new rank of the Skill was anyone's guess. As holders of souls of a Master level, we were bound to be discovering new tricks. Whatever it was, I didn't dislike it.

I could still feel a constant trickle of Callie's emotions across the bond, a comforting low hum in the background of my mind like white noise to fall asleep too. I got clearer impressions along with the words when she spoke, though I knew from my own responses she could have shut that off. She didn't though. Our bond was stronger than ever, and with it came a sense of absolute trust built on living in a world where we were each other's guiding light even in the deepest dark.

The thought and the emotion that went with it clearly carried across, because I felt a tide of adoration and love roll over, me, turning to panic and shock as I missed the branch and went pinwheeling into the brush.

I was so shocked by her fear that I didn't even bother to kick off a Ripple Running platform, just smashed into the leafy expanse of bushes with a crash. Callie was at my side in an instant, worry writ large on her face, but I just brust out laughing as I pulled myself out of the branches, picking leaves from my hair as I straightened my jacket.

"Well." I said breathlessly. "We're going to have to get used to that again. Bit more intense than before. With our current soul power I doubt we'll have trouble controlling it. We'll just need to be a bit more mindful to use a lighter touch."

She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my chest as she laughed along with me. "Yeah. Intense. Good word for it. That was...wow. When I focused I got your emotions way more clearly than before. I felt you thinking about me and wanted to know what was going on and...I think I created a feedback loop for a second. You feeling me feeling you feeling me." She giggled almost drunkenly. "There was so much love. It was nice."

"It was." I agreed, a stupid grin on my face. "But maybe not the safest thing to have going on around enemies."
She sized me up. "Or shrubbery, apparently." We both burst into giggles again at that, and I had to even out my breathing as I clamped down with my soul. I'd been wrong about the difference not being noticeable, it had just taken a bit to him me.

"Ok." I said, exhaling slowly. "We'll need to work on that. Good thing we have the day off. Is it me or does it feel like..."
She nodded. "Our souls are way too strong. We should do some kind of big Skill or something, tire them out a bit so we can feel this out gradually. Anything come to mind?"

"Yeah, I need to check out the details of my Path of the Doom Sovereign." I said with a shrug. "Might as well try some of the new tricks out. What about you? Do you have anything that'll strain your soul? Most of your tricks are part of your ability and that doesn't carry much soul weight. Normally I'd say do something complicated, but your shadow manipulation makes that and active part of your ability itself, which prevents too much soul strain."

She winked at me, and then she...SHIFTED. Dark jagged stone coated her body, green magma striations spitting with toxic flame covering her. I felt her tapping into my strength through the bond, not just my Skills, but into my Path itself, through its solid connection to my nature. She was using Belial.

For about a second. Then it blinked out, crumbling off her as she staggered, catching herself on the tree. "Wow." She groaned. "That was rough. I don't think Path stuff is meant to be used through the bond. That felt like deadlifting a small moon. My soul didn't crack or anything though, just got really strained really fast." She blinked a few times like she was clearing spots from her eyes. "We were right though. This feels much less...extreme."

The soul was the basis of the self, and while after the rank up we hadn't really felt too different, it had quickly become clear that even the slightest flex of our soul strength MASSIVELY overshot the mark. The bond was the most obvious place to see it, but far from the only one. With Callie having confirmed the guess, my next move was checking out my Doom Sovereign abilities. Holding up a hand I let the familiar purple flames roll across my vision, this time finally focusing on the part of my status I'd been ignoring.

DS Subskills. Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance.

Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality

Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind



Goetia Staff Art: First form- Belial. Touch of Tears, Stone Limb, Consecration of Flames
Second Form- Mephistopheles. Consecration of Flame, Afterburner, Mercy Kill, Marked for Death.

First were the obvious additions. Piece of Mind and False Fatality. Both far more useful than they sounded. Piece of Mind allowed me to fragment part of my consciousness and create a second self basically. It allowed for divination on the fly, but combined with the shadow clones I had stored would essentially allow me to be do two things at once in a way that even high Focus couldn't. Normally impossible tasks would be achievable once I got the hang of it.

The second, my new rogue ability, was even better. Rather than a fake death skill, False Fatality allowed you to offload a powerful attack onto a specified target. Specifically it worked in synergy with Marked for Death, taking a strong hit directed at me and redirecting it to someone with the Mark. It was a huge lifesaving trump card, even if it required special conditions to set up.

I excitedly explained the new abilities to Callie, possibly geeking out slightly at seeing some of my more powerful DS skills finally starting to come through. I didn't have a monk skill this time, but Mountain Stance was still incredibly powerful so that was fine.

Then I paid more attention to my unique DS abilities and how they had changed. The ones I used most often seemed to have been altered at some level, though some less obviously than others. State of Grace now actively enhanced my speed when in use, Moonlit Night allowed me to apply the stealth damage bonus to others, as well as more easily allow them to see in the fog, and Heavy Hands went from ten percent armor penetration passively to fifteen.

All in all, the utility of each one had increased. It also showed that combining my subskills allowed them to evolve along with my rank ups, though for some reason only the ones I used often seemed to have changed measurably. I was sure that would mean something to me later, but for now I just wanted to try something out.

I used Piece of Mind. In a blink, my consciousness split in two. It was a strange sensation, I was looking at everything twice through the same set of eyes. A sort of constant deja vu assaulted my senses, but I ignored it. Dedication one parallel of my thoughts entirely to using Song of the Soil, I triggered Rhythm of the Wild and staggered at the information overload as I sensed everything within range both on and beneath the ground.

Herbs, plants, stones, I gained a nearly perfect understanding of the environment around us, able to percieve both of them in a way that shouldn't be possible without rendering me completely immobile from information overload. Turning to Callie, I grinned. "Ok, this is actually a strain, but you were right, that helps. I wonder though, can you use this one?"

My girlfriend closed her eyes, reaching through the bond to try to tap into the new skill, and beamed at me as she was able to split her mind like I did. "I can." She said in wonder. "It can only be used for a single instance, but...with my shadow clones, this could let me be in two places at once, or I could devote it to my shadow infiltration so I can use it without having to be immobilized." She cracked her neck, limbering up to try the new trick. "Use those senses to find us something to fight. I want to try this out." So I did. I had to admit I was just as excited.

 

[theaceoffire]

this could let me de in two places at once

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[Malcolm Tent]

One of the first things I'd learned about combat under Abel was the somewhat paradoxical fact that, barring specialized training, having more people with you in a fight was a hindrance more than a help. That had seemed a bit ass backwards to me at the time, numbers are a good thing, but after I'd learned to actually fight with a partner via my paired duelling skill, I understood.

Humans, even Ascendants, are monocentric creatures. We have to be. We're born in one body, see through one pair of eyes, and experience the universe from a single point of view for our whole lives. We may use empathy and communication to try to understand others, but there are more than just five senses. Even if we know what a person tastes, hears, or smells, we don't know how those inputs affect them. We never really understand anyone else.

This leads to discord in combat that needs to be overcome. When you fight with a partner, you're not just both attacking one target. Even if there's only a single enemy, you have to be aware of the attacks your ally makes, aware of their positioning so YOU don't attack THEM. Then you get into overlapping attack patterns and how they can affect each other, and that only multiplies the more people you add to the equation.

Paired duelling, as it happened, was the way to combat that. Feeling the emotions, intentions, and reactions of your partner let you internalize all of the various aspects of combat like they were your own thoughts, allowing true and reasonable cooperation between partners, making paired combat the asset it should be.

Or at least, that had been what it USED to do. Now...now it was so much more. I could feel not just vague impressions of what Callie planned, but detailed ideas she was about to execute. With our souls both as strong as they were, processing and responding was a matter of instants, and I was able to track her progress in battle with the same speed I could my own.

Focus played no role, nor did Perception. We were a single unified force, thoughts flitting from my head to hers as I thought them, and then back just as fast. We weren't just operating seamlessly in conjunction, we were operating BETTER. It was like having two brains, which would have probably been confusing and distracting in any other circumstances, but with the bond, it just felt...right.

We didn't even need Piece of Mind to fight properly, since all this was done through the soul. I had no idea where Abel had learned this Skill, but it was amazing and incredibly complex. I wondered if it had been changed at all by our use, or if Abel and Mel thought like this all the time. It was no wonder they were so in sync.

The opponents I'd found were a pack of strange dog headed lizard things. They had huge hind legs, small, sharp clawed arms, and oversized heads on long sinuous bodies that could build up absurd speed when they leaned forward and charge, and apparently could see heat signatures.

They charged us from all angles, needle like teeth snapping and tearing to get at us, but it felt like...like we were walking on air. Not State of Grace. I didn't use it here. I didn't use any skills at all. This was good practice for learning to fight properly. I still planned to get some training, and I'd still need to learn the formations I'd be using as a commander. I had to get used to the limits of my new and improved physical capabilities, and that meant FINDING those limits.

I reached back, leaving my hand hanging in the air behind me without looking, and feeling Callie's palm slap into mine with the calm certainty I'd have felt if I'd been clapping. Closing my fingers, I pulled, and her feet came off the ground, an enemy rushing past where she'd just been. The monster bisected itself on a hanging slash of darkness from her path even as she landed in a spin, her leg lashing out and smashing into the bend of another of their legs.

The monsters were angry, enraged by the casual slaughter of one of their own, and I pulled my staff, whirling it around my neck to slap into Callie's palm, and then pulling her toward me in a twirl like we were dancing. When she came out the other side the staff came with her, her grip loosening and allowing the staff to slide down its length, extending as it swung.

Callie didn't have the skills to use a staff like that, but I did. My Valtek Mastery was easy for her to tap into. We continued like that for what seemed like an hour. It was beautiful. I felt so close to her, so...complete, and I knew she felt the same.
By the time we were done, there were dozens of the monsters dead around us. It wasn't a particularly hard fight, they were all F-rank, albeit relatively high up in that rank. If there had been E-rank monster packs wondering around this planet would have been much less safe for F-rankers like we had been.

"I think we might have gone a bit overboard." I said wryly as I cleaned green blood off my staff. "We killed a whole bunch of them."

Callie smiled fondly at me. "You don't need to feel bad. They were predators, and they wanted to eat us. Though I think if it wasn't for my stealth they would have run. No way they survived long enough to form a pack by being stupid enough to attack higher ranked Ascendants."

"Not what I meant." I said with a laugh. "I saw several of them tear apart one of the wounded ones. They were vicious bastards and I don't think I'm bothered by that. I just kind of feel like a bully. Being stronger and starting a fight. I don't hate the idea of being this strong though. It'll keep us safer in the future." I grinned at her. "We can finally learn to command troops."

She smiled back at me, and I could feel the comforting bubble of her excitement as it percolated through the bond. The time fighting had helped us both learn exactly how to moderate the bond. We could clamp down or ease up on the connection at will from either side, and we were both comfortable with the basic empathy that stretched between us. Being without it was like missing one of our senses.

Offering her my arm, we started our walk back to the city. "Kind of glad we waited on the armor stuff." She said as we walked. "The new costumes being tailored to our post breakthrough bodies should make them a better fit. Plus being at E-rank ourselves will make using them easier. The Stygian Branch was much easier to handle. Even with the bond it used to be hard for me to move it much. Now it just feels like a stick."

"I noticed that too." I said with a nod. "I can't wait to integrate this into my future forms. I've been working on a new defensive stance. Might be tough to do it before Benny breaks through to E-rank though. I was planning to include a stored attack when I created it. First time trying that, but with my soul as strong as it is I should be able to hold things stable while I form the structure of the new form."

She gave a thoughtful hum. "Can you just use ten of them? There's a ten times difference between ranks, so you might be able to make it work."

I nodded slowly. "That...that might work. I'll give it a shot when I have a minute free. How about you? Any big plans now that you've managed to hit E-rank? In terms of your capabilities I mean? I know you'll be training tactics too, will you focus on that exclusively? Or maybe join my political lessons?"

"Those both sound like fun, and I might sit in, but mostly I'm going to focus on my Path." She said decisively. "Seeing what yours can do, I'm excited to reach the Solid Path state, and to integrate that path into my ability. To truly wield the powers of the abyss." She sounded almost gleeful at the idea of wielding such a dangerous power, and I couldn't blame her. It was pretty cool.

Reaching Saltzburg, we entered without a problem and headed for Camden's estate. I wanted to check in with our patron, plus I still owed him five more wishes. Speaking of which, I saw a familiar form stomp up to me. "What the hell?" My sister said in exasperation, throwing up her hands. "You guys just took off. I spent like twenty minutes sitting there like an asshole waiting for you to come back."

I froze, blinking at her in slight confusion. "Oh...Chelsea. Hey..." I was at a loss for words. I'd been so overwhelmed with all the changes I'd just...forgotten she was there.

"You completely forgot about me, didn't you." She said with a sigh. "It's fine. I know that rank ups can be intense. You're back now, so I can come with you to...wherever. Actually, where are you going?" She looked a bit embarrassed to have only just ask, since we'd started walking again and she was strolling along beside us.

I gestured into the distance. "We're going to hit up Camden's manor." I said in explanation. "I want to let him know we're going to be moving up in the training camp. So sad for you guys that you're going to be stuck with the torment for a while longer, but honestly you should be coming up on a breakthrough right? You and Callen were both pretty close to E-rank last I checked."

"That's true." She said with a nod. "I'll catch up with you two soon. Does your contract cover me for command training too? Because I've always been fascinated by books about tactics."

That was a good question, actually. I glanced at Callie, who shrugged. "I...don't remember." I admitted. "I think so, and if not we can tweak things. Wishes aside, he owes us for sticking around. We could find someone to buy the contract out easily, and honestly there are a couple of hazard pay provisions and political specificity clauses I could use to break the damned thing if I really wanted to."

We arrived at Camden's manor to be greeted by Alister, who stared at us in shock as he escorted us into the manor. We didn't bother to hold back our auras or use stealth this time. We were here to show off, and being low profile would be counter productive.

When Camden saw us, he whistled. "Damn, you guys made quick work of that. I have to say I'm impressed. I knew you had enough of your elixir allotment left to get the bump, but those can be hard to find here. Congratulations are in order I suppose. Welcome the the E-ranks. If you were locals I'd welcome you to Barony, but I suppose that will have to wait until you get some land and appoint your regent."

He gestured for us to sit down, and I brought up Chelsea's question. He seemed a bit uncertain as well, so we busted out the contracts and pored over them, finding out that yes, Chelsea was entitled to command training as well under the final version I'd drafted. I commended my past self on excellent wording. Once we sorted out the details of our promotions, we got Camden's wishes out of the way and then we headed back to the inn. Tommorow we would return to camp, and be upgraded to our new barracks. Until then, we were just going to enjoy the rest of our day off.

 

[theaceoffire]

Ha! I love the threadmark for this chapter update!

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Callie and I woke up refreshed and energized. We'd been sleeping under the equivalent of a lead blanket for the last week, and just the sheer bliss of being able to breathe freely and easily was almost intoxicating as we greeted the day. We had to be back to the camp for the command tent meeting, which was thankfully after Revielle, so we didn't need to go back a night early and could have breakfast with Cass and Zeke, something we both enjoyed immensely.

"These parfaits are amazing." I told Callie as I dug into the cup of smooth, sweet yogurt, covered with granola, fresh fruit, and drizzled with delicious honey. "So the command tent meeting is at ten, right?" She paid more attention to that kind of thing than I did.

She let out a blissful sigh as she took her last bite. "The blackberries are so fresh it's crazy. This is so much better than the eggs and bacon from the mess hall. It's not bad, but it gets so old after a while. I wonder if we can have breakfast here every morning."

Zeke took a long sip of his coffee as Cass ravaged a plate of pancakes with strawberry syrup. "You totally should." She said through a stuffed gullet. "We could eat breakfast and hang out and and it would be so much fun."

"Cassidy." My uncle chided without looking over at her. "What did I say about talking with your mouth full?"

She paused, thinking it over. "To make sure I'm eating something that was pretty colors so people have something to look at? I am though, look my pancakes are red." She stuck out her tongue, exposing her chewed food, and I grimaced and looked away from the poor display of table manners.

Raising an eyebrow as he read the paper (I hadn't known Saltzberg even HAD a paper) he scoffed without looking. "And how many colors, might I ask, is red?"

Slumping, the ten year old swallowed her food with a pout. "Just one." Somehow that logic seemed unassailable to her, and she sulkily started gorging on her food again as Callie looked at her in confusion. I just chuckled, because I remembered similar conversations with Zeke as a kid. My uncle was surprisingly good with children, to the point that I wondered if he'd ever had any of his own.

That was one question I had never asked. If Zeke had kids, he didn't see them anymore, and I'd never heard him mention them. It was clearly either a non issue or a painful subject, and I'd never been cruel enough to bring it up in case it was the latter.

"I don't think every morning will be possible." I said apologetically. "It's too far from camp. We're already here, so we can make it since the trip is one way. If we had to COME here and then go back we'd be too late getting to the meetings, and we have to sleep in our new dorms except on weekends. Even officers aren't exempt from that."

Callie sighed as she stared longingly at her no finished parfait, but eventually pushed out her chair. "We should probably get going then." She smirked at me gleefully. "We can make it to the camp with plenty of time given how quick we are, but showing up to our first command meeting at the last second won't exactly make the best impression. If we're going to be working with these people for the next four months it'll be best to make a good impression."

"I'm kind of worried about commanding a century of soldiers." I admitted as I stood up and shrugged on my coat. "Even with Camden's formations I'm scared I might get someone killed."

Zeke gave me a comforting smile. "Oh, don't worry about that." I waited for him to continue, but he just sat there smiling.
"Because..." I prompted. "I have a natural gift for command and will excel at being in charge of an army so they'll all be fine?"

"No." He said casually. "Because it's probably inevitable you'll get SOMEBODY killed, so there's no real point in psyching yourself up about it." At my glare, he just shrugged. "What? Do you know how many people manage zero casualties in command of their first battle?" After a pause, he prompted. "Well, do you? Because I have no idea, but I'm assuming the number is low."

I briefly considered flipping him off, but we had SOMEHOW managed to keep Cass from picking up the gesture despite the frankly gratuitous use it saw in the house, and she was sitting right here, so I just glared. "You are the literal opposite of helpful, do you know that?"

"Nah." He said in a dismissive tone. "I'm super helpful. You just can't recognize it yet. My amazing and flawless teaching style flies right over your immature heads. You'll look back on this time in your life for centuries, mining my every word for nuggets of priceless wisdom. Appreciate your elders, foolish children, for they will be gone too soon, and you will have no more wells of experience and practical advice to mine."

I pointed at his face. "You've got whipped cream on your chin."

"I know." He said spitefully as he wiped it off. "I was using it to underline my point. You're too easily distracted by the superficial. It'll spell your doom."

Callie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Zeke, even Cass can tell you just made that nonsense up, and she's TEN. Can we get going please? Because we have important places to be, and I can feel myself getting dumbed just sitting here listening to you two bicker about this."

"Good thing you don't need to worry about that happening to Shane." My uncle said snarkily. "I don't think he can get much dumber without his head literally imploding."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Cass, sweetie. Cover your ears for a minute. I have a few things to say to-"

"Nope." Callie grabbed me, dragging me away physically. "Not letting you get sucked in. He's trying to bait you because he's bored. It's obvious. How are you BOTH children when one of you is centuries old?" I couldn't help it, I started laughing as she dragged me away.

Zeke and I hadn't really teased each other much since this whole trip started. Not like we had when I was a kid. Talking about my dad the other day had been rough, but it seemed to have eased a tension with my uncle I hadn't even realized was there. Zeke was one of the most important people in my life, and since I found out about the geas, part of me had always felt like he'd been forced to be there for me.

Knowing he didn't hate my dad, despite my own anger at the man, it was a weight off my shoulders. If he didn't hate dad for putting him under the geas, then that meant he didn't feel burdened by it. Maybe I was reading too much into things, but it felt like I was right to feel like that. Like we were back to our old selves. Judging by the gleam of amusement in his eyes, Zeke felt that too, and I caught him shooting me a fond smile as I looked back.

Gripping my hand, I turned to see Callie smiling at me. "I'm glad you're happy." She said softly. "I hadn't even realized things were strained between you."

I shook my head. "They weren't really. It was just me being stupid. I pulled away from Zeke because I didn't want to burden him more than I had to. But it was a stupid way to look at things. He used to tell me 'Shane, family means never having to say thank you. It also means being able to say 'you're welcome' in a really passive aggressive voice when the other person doesn't.' I guess I forgot that."

She dissolved into giggles, and I cocked my head. "Sorry." She snorted between laughs. "It's just, that sounds SO MUCH like Zeke. You too, now that I think about it. I think you and Benny are a good example of that concept in action."

"I guess we are." I said with a laugh. "I can think of worse people to be like. Zeke might not always be in the right, but he cares about the people in his life." I trailed off, leaving any mention of my dad unsaid, and the hand around mine squeezed a bit tighter in comfort.

We walked in silence for the next five minutes or so, finally arriving at the camp. I wanted to drop our stuff in our new barracks, but I didn't know where it was, so we just headed for the building where the command meeting would be. I wondered if Hamill would be there, or if he was exempted for his training duties. Probably the latter given we'd seen him every day last week.

"Halt." Said a crisp voice. We both slid to a stop, turning to look at the towering figure of a man who stepped from the shadows. I'd noticed him, actually, but he'd been standing so still in full plate armor I thought he was a statue. I wondered if that was an unusual stealth application, of if he was just that easily overlooked. "Who goes there?"

Normally I'd have given a sarcastic response, but we WERE new, so saying it once didn't seem like it would be too out there. "Solomon and Nightstrike." I said plainly. "Newly minted century commanders. Our promotions just went through."

Reaching up, the man removed his helmet, a cascade of crimson hair flowing down his shoulders. There was a scar splitting his lip, neatly bisecting the left side of his well kept goatee, and it made him look like he had a permanent sneer. "Ah, the new bloods." He said in a dead sounding voice. I couldn't tell if he approved of us or wanted to roast us over an open flame with apples in our mouths.

"That's us." I agreed. "So can we...like, go in?" I gestured past him at the door he was blocking. "Don't want to be late for the meeting, do we?"

He blinked at me, cold blue eyes showing no emotion. "Lateness..." He trailed off. "Is unpleasant."

I waited for him to continue talking, but he seemed to have finished, stepping back to let us pass. "Right." I said slowly.
"Big fan of punctuality. Good to know. You have a name, big guy?"

"Charles." He said succinctly. Real chatterbox, this one. Nodding to him, we stepped past him as he replaced his helmet and resumed his perfectly unmoving stance. I could see how we missed him before. He really did seem to just vanish into stillness. Looking at him was like seeing a statue. It was deeply unnerving now that I knew the person in that armor could move and interact.

We entered the command building, and everyone already there turned to look at us. I saw Camden and Alister standing over a map table covered in small models, and a group of E-rankers surrounding them. The other commanders, from what Camden had said, were all non-noble Jobs, mostly combat oriented. Barons didn't often work under other Barons, but other E-rankers were available for hire.

Camden looked up. "Ah, Solomon, Nightstrike. Lovely that you could join us. We were just about to start." He gestured for us to step up to the table, and we crowded around, staring down at...the tunnel he'd had me make. He shot us a wink as he began filling the others in on his secret digging crew and the months of work that went into its construction, and I had a hard time not snickering as everyone started complimenting his foresight. Finally, he finished up his explanation, and our first meeting as commanders started in earnest.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

With the preamble out of the way, Camden had us all take a seat around a truly gargantuan wooden table packed with chairs. Callie and I sat close to the head where Camden was, just so we could be involved, but we didn't plan on talking too much. Listening was the best way to learn, and these meetings had been going on for ages without us attending. They had their own trajectory that we needed to pick up. At least that was the plan, sadly Camden didn't get the memo.

"Welcome everyone." Said Camden as we all sat down. "As you've noted we have newcomers among our number. Nightstrike and Solomon have recently reached E-rank, and due to special considerations in their contracts, will be assuming command of a century." I knew not every E-ranker in the army was in command. There were several squad leaders and trainers who were higher ranked, though his words led me to believe I hadn't seen all or even most of them.

A dark skinned man nearby with a placid expression and amber eyes nodded at us. "Lovely to meet you both." He said in a light, slightly melodic voice. "As newcomers, I suppose we should introduce ourselves to you. My name is Marco Powell, and I'm the captain of the first regiment of Baron Tolbert's military. The other commanders report to me when his grace is indisposed, so we'll be working closely together."

"That's IT?" Spat a sickly looking blonde man, slamming his hands on the table. His eyes were an odd golden color, and his dark hair was shaved on the sides and bleached on the top. His face was sunken and he was tall but unusually thin.
"They show up and hit the next rank and we hand over an entire century? We all broke our backs to be here, signed contracts that last for decades. I heard these bastards won't be sticking around for more than half a year? What the hell?"

Camden's eyes narrowed. "Sigmund." He said softly. "I don't recall where in your contract you were given the authority to question my decisions? Are you secretly the general of this army? Why was I not informed of something so important? Nightstrike and Solomon paid for their positions and more. Their contributions to our endeavors are substantial, and do NOT need to be enumerated at your request."

The other eighty plus people looked similarly upset. We had, from what Camden said, five regiments, totalling eight thousand people. Each of the five had two companies of eight hundred, each broken down further into eight centuries.
There were another two thousand elite troops under the command of Hamill, who were considered core forces most likely to become high ranking officers once the territory was settled. As century commanders we would be educated in field maneuvers, formations, training techniques, and various other base level instruction styles.

There had been talk, back when we were drawing up the contract, of just promoting us to company commanders, pulling soldiers from the core forces for us. In the end we decided to start small and earn our way up. It was less likely to cause problems, and most of what we needed to know for our territory we could pick up here.

Marco, smiling disarmingly, held up both hands. "Your grace, we don't question your decisions. If you say they've earned their place we're of course happy to welcome them into the fold. I think Sigmund is just voicing the concerns he feels may impede their integrations, so we might disarm a potential distraction before it becomes problematic. It is YOUR decision whether they're allowed to remain, of course, but we'll be working with them. Perhaps a bit of information on our new colleagues might put us all at ease."

Camden looked annoyed, but I could see that Marco's method of doing things was harder to just crush. Not to mention Marco was a regiment commander, one of only five in the main force, which meant he was probably pretty strong and had a lot of authority. "Fine." The Baron said with a sigh. "The two of them are the team leaders of Agria, the new healer we recently acquired. I trust you've all made use of her talents?"

To my surprise, that seemed to settle them all down a bit. Sigmund looked pensive. "She's been instrumental in keeping me on schedule." He admitted grudgingly. "Team leaders huh?" He glanced at us, then sighed. "Not used to how the other factions do things, but assuming that means she's like a vassal, I could understand the credit. Healers are invaluable. Especially one so useful."

Marco nodded with a wide smile. "Agreed. Lady Agria has been a great boon to the camp. She's saved us time, energy, and prevented not a few deaths. At this rate, she'll put us far ahead of our expected progress. Which century will they be taking command of."

Seemingly pleased with the return to matters at hand, Camden smiled back at the regiment commander. "I'm giving them Olena and Stern's centuries. Those two have been causing problems, and I've had them reassigned to Weber's unit in the core force for...disciplinary training." Every person at the table shuddered visibly as the seemingly innocuous words, and I made the brilliant deduction that I didn't want to ever find out why.

"The thirty third and the nineteenth?" Sigmund burst out with a laugh. "Why didn't you just say that? No reason to be jealous of them getting THOSE units. Laziest and most difficult centuries in the entire main force." He shot us a pitying look. "I actually feel bad for you all now. Olena and Stern were problems from the start, and they were given the most recalcitrant recruits. Thugs and morons mostly."

I grimaced. That wasn't ideal, but we had ways to handle things. I glanced at Camden, who was grinning at me mischievously, and rolled my eyes internally. "Is that so?" I said lightly. I should have known he'd find a way to screw me at least a little. If I brought it up he'd probably feed me some bullshit about learning more with a more difficult task, but I was pretty sure he was just passing the buck on a problem. "Then I want to request a few transfers. Two specifically. Gabriel Brightlaw and Abel Castleton. One for each of us."

Camden made a noise of amusement. I'd been polite about asking, knowing more about how far to push after my lessons on diplomacy, brief though they had been. Eventually, he held out a hand to Alister, who stood behind his chair. The seneschal passed a scroll, and the Baron opened it, skimming the names. "Mercy and Desmond. Those two are outliers in terms of productivity. They'll take your friends places in the tenth and forty third centuries. Acceptable?"

Since I didn't know who those people were, I just nodded. If these assholes were so obnoxious the other commanders were pitying us, we'd need all the help we could get. Sure, as E-rankers we could kick the shit out of all of them, but if we had to keep crippling and healing our people to get them in line it would look bad. Letting Abel and Gabe do it would be MUCH more reasonable.

"Well that's the easy part taken care of." Said Marco cheerfully. "Now we need to figure out who is going to be instructing them on training methods. It'll need to be someone running one of the more disciplined centuries, since they'll have to be away for a while helping these two adapt. Any volunteers?" He scanned the room, and a pair of hands went up. A small, olive skinned girl with aquamarine hair and kind blue eyes, and a tall tanned man with dark, intense eyes and long straight hair.

Camden reconsulted his list before nodding. "Demia and Niles, is it? The fifty seventh and sixth centuries?" At their agreement he glanced at me. "Very well, the two of you should be suitable. Make sure to help your new comrades to the best of your ability. This isn't a punishment detail. I have faith that Nightstrike and Solomon can whip those units into shape, and anyone found derailing that goal will be penalized. Understood?" He cast his glance across the table, and everyone nodded solemnly.

I was glad he'd said that. His little joke aside, if the other commanders got the impression we were intended to fail, they could make things difficult for us in plenty of ways. Making sure that we weren't the victims of hazing was the least he could do, and made me wonder if he really HAD given us problem units to make us better commanders.

The rest of the meeting was much less tense, and much less focused on us. Camden checked up on troop movements, assigned field exercises, patrol routes and just did general upkeep stuff I hadn't even known was going to come up, and once he was done, we were all dismissed. He asked Demia and Niles to wait for us outside and called for us to stay back to talk to him.

Once everyone was gone, he slumped a bit in his chair. "I hate doing these." He groaned. "Sitting all still like that is terrible for my back. Alister, get a back pillow made for my chair." The seneschal made a noise of confirmation and jotted down a not, and the Baron turned back to us. "That went pretty well, all things considered. Do you have any questions?"

"You mean like why you screwed us over on unit selection?" I said dryly. "I assumed its some nonsense about adversity building skill."

He barked out a laugh. "Nope. Politics. As you noted, once I mentioned your assigned units the dissatisfaction abated quite a bit. I can't babysit you two, and if the other commanders have a problem with you it'll make things much harder around here. Olena and Stern were bastards, no one liked them. If I'd given you a proper unit, I'd have had to take it from a more respected commander, and it would have turned everyone else here against you."

"This way we can prove ourselves." Said Callie in understanding. "If we can straighten up the problem children, we'll get a reputation for being competent, and without depriving some well liked commanders of their posts. But are you sure we can actually DO this? Olena and Stern were E-rank too, I assume."

He shrugged. "Barely, and they didn't really try much. They weren't exactly command material. Olena's brother Matthias is a particularly competent bastard who runs one of the units in the core force. I put them in charge as a favor to him, but once they proved they couldn't hack it he had no issues with me pulling their command. THEY had plenty of issues, but attacking fellow soldiers in the camp is taboo. They might challenge to a duel though, so I'd watch out for that."

I nodded solemnly. A duel wasn't too bad. We were newly minted E-rankers, but we had our own advantages. If these two were beginners we could definitely take them. "Demia and Niles." I said leadingly. "They're talented?"

"Two of my best." He said with a laugh. "I know all my top recruits, checking the list was just to make it look like I wasn't playing favorites. I had Marco approach them before the meeting to volunteer. The first thing you need to learn about command is to make sure you don't leave anything up to chance. That was all scripted, Marco, Sigmund, all of it. Now everyone knows what I want them to know about you, and nothing more. I've given you a good position, what you do with it from here is on you."

With that, he dismissed us, and Callie and I headed out to meet our new teachers. Demia and Niles were waiting for us at the entrance to the tent and once we joined them, they escorted us to meet our new units while Abel and Gabe were summoned for their new duty. Time to meet our personal armies.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Demia and Niles split us up, Demia coming with me and Niles escorting Callie. When I arrived at my section of the camp, I found Gabe standing at attention in full armor, waiting for us to arrive. "Commander." He said with a serious salute, thought I noticed a slight twitch of his lips that made me sure he was fighting a smirk.

I paused to think about everything I'd heard of military etiquette, and returned his salute with an. "At ease." I glanced at Demia, who nodded encouragingly, and Gabe finally let his grin show. "I can't believe you and Callie hit E-rank already. I'd already used up my elixir allotment, or I'd have asked her Ladyship to help me achieve those heights so I might better protect her."

"Hitting her up for money huh?" I said teasingly, avoiding mentioning Chelsea was my sister only with effort. "You sure Bethy won't get jealous?"

He chuckled. "Of which of us? She and Chelsea have been getting pretty close. I think it's been confusing her. She doesn't seem to know how to act around us anymore. At least not alone. I don't suppose you have any..." He trailed off. "Advice? The situation has been confusing me as well."

"I'm not getting involved in either of their love lives. Chelsea for obvious reasons and Bethy because she terrifies me." I said with a snort. "Figure it out yourself. Now isn't the time for that though. Demia here is going to help me whip my century into shape, and I asked for you specifically to aid us in the task. It seems like it would be frowned on for me to kick them around at E-rank, so I need someone to act as my fist." I glanced at Demia. "Or is that a bad idea?"

She smiled back at me placidly. "Not at all. Most commanders have an intermediary to establish discipline and order. Being forced to personally punish your recruits is considered a sign of weak management." Her tone was gentle and incredibly hard to parse for emotion. Not monotone, exactly, but she sounded the same whenever she spoke, and it made reading her impossible.

I'd been right. Politics. It pervaded every aspect of the Empire, including the more militant parts of the culture. Not to mention as Ascendants we were all somewhat impressionable, and prioritized reputation.

Recursion DID happen in the Empire. While the Job system protected people from individual recursion much better than heroic cultivation, it had its own effect on its users. Jobs themselves caused recursion, pushing their users to fit better into the mold. It was less extreme since a Job didn't define your personality, but the perception of what a thing SHOULD be definitely affected what it WAS. Given the political leanings of most of the imperial heirarchy, it was no shock that even lower ranking Jobs would be swept up in their games, just by virtue of the assumption that they always did.

These had been some of the things included in my political lessons, which had been substantially more complex and nuanced than what I expected.

"Well, either way, he's here now." I said, straightening up. "I think its about time I met my century. I'm curious why they have their own territory though? Shouldn't they be training with Hamill like we were?" The differing command structures was odd. Hamill must be high up in the heirarchy, so why was he teaching random grunts.

She smirked, the least peaceful expression I'd seen on her face so far. "The General likes to take a hand in the first two weeks of conditioning. He says it establishes the proper baseline of fear and resentment in the soldiers, even those not directly under his command. Once those two weeks are up, they get cycled out to normal commanders. There are eighty centuries, surely you didn't think you'd seen them all in your training class?"

That was a good point. I supposed when he mentioned 'training starting' back during our initial meeting, Camden meant this particular training cycle. "Ok. So...before I introduce myself, what am I going to be doing today?"

"That depends on your management style." She said with a shrug. "I've known commanders who invite every soldier to attack at once and crush them under their boots. But that strategy is unlikely to bear much fruit unless you have subordinates at the same rank, for reasons already enumerated. You can go with a softer approach, offer rewards for certain milestones, or even just ignore them like Olena did. I'm hear to give you the tools you need to train them, not to train them for you."

I stroked my chin. She wasn't wrong. But I had a few ideas that might work. Ideas that utilized elements from all of those styles.

Marching into the cordoned off area in front of the thirty third barracks (apparently each century had their own after they got through the basic training cycle) I found a group of ninety nine people in the standard armor Camden had given us to use in training. Some of them were grouped up into cliques, some of them lounged by the barracks, and a few of them were just hanging out individually sleeping or reading.

"Officer on the field." Snapped Demia, in the harshest voice I'd heard her use. "Attention!" The shout split the air around us and I jumped slightly, staring down at the unusually loud for her size woman. They all got up, lazily assuming loose rows, though most of them didn't seem too motivated. "This." She said gesturing to me. "Is your new commander. Solomon."

I nodded to her, and stepped up next to her as I surveyed the various faces. "My name, as she mentioned, is Solomon. I'll be assuming command of this unit. I hear some of you are problematic. I'm sure you resent my presence here, and if you don't you probably will once you dig into me a bit. I don't actually give a shit." Demia looked surprised by the tone change, though not disapproving.

"I'm supposed to train you." I continued. "To guide you. And to learn by doing so. The skills I'm going to pick up from this are important for my future, and I'm not going to let some whimpering devil may care assholes fuck up my plans. If you have intentions to fuck around, abandon them, if you're expecting this to be easy, don't." I nodded to Gabe. "This is Gabriel. He's a friend, and he's also my second in command. As an E-ranker, it's unseemly for me to discipline you personally, so he's going to do it for me. Which one of you is the strongest here?"

Everyone turned to look at an unassuming girl standing near the back. Her hair was ivory, her eyes a virulent toxic green, and her pale face delicate in a way that reminded me a bit of Callie. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. "I guess that's me. My name is Alanna Sunwell. It's nice to meet you...sir. I take it you want me to face your friend there in combat? Establish his chops in front of us all to show it how its done?" Her tone was sarcastic and snide.

"Sure, but you can say no." I said with a shrug. "I'm sure someone else would be interested in the five E-rank chits I'm going to pay the winner."

Every eye in the place snapped to me, and I grinned internally. These people had signed up here as mercenaries. They respected money, wanted money, and would demonstrably FIGHT for money. I had officially begun speaking their language.

Alanna stared at me suspiciously. "That's...a lot of money. Are you really going to pay up if your boy loses?"

"I want you guys to fall in line." I said with a shrug. "That only happens if you're incentivized. Not only will I put up five E-rank coins on the outcome, but I'll be setting up a little tournament. Once Gabe proved his mettle, he'll be withdrawn, and I'll let the top ten percent of you fight it out once a month for an E-ranked chit."

An E-ranked chit was ten F-ranked chits and a hundred G-ranked. G-ranked chits were usually base currency. Acting as a single unit in most markets, which made the prize pool a decent chunk of change. Especially with Gabe being counted out.

I had to do that, because as an Adamant with a path he was almost definitely going to crush the competition, and if they decided I was fleecing them it would have the opposite effect.

It was two birds and one stone. I would earn some goodwill and establish my lieutenants superiority, thereby preventing future challenges.

As Alanna accepted and followed Gabe to a training field in the center of our designated area, Demia stepped up next to me. "You sure he's going to win this?" She asked casually. "It's going to bite you on the ass if she puts him down, and Sunwell is a nasty fighter."

I just smiled knowingly. "Gabe can handle it. Just watch." I pointed at the training ring. I was looking forward to this myself.

Alanna strode out into the ring, hands in the air like a returning champion, and several of the other unit members hooted and hollered encouragement. Seemed like she had a rep among my people. Good. That would make this so much more effective.

Gabriel flipped his wrist, and the massive lance he used for his charges appeared in his hand. I saw him adjust his grip as the pressure and his current near mortal state made it a trial to hold it up, but hold it he did.

"Wow, compensating for something?" Taunted Alanna gleefully. "Not that I can complain, I tend to work with a lot of hardware myself." She waved a hand, and a fan of gleaming spears made of ice arrayed itself behind her, shifting in the air to point straight at Gabe.

Demia nodded. "Lancer Job. Ice based main Skill. She uses it to deadly effect. Like I said, she's going to be a tougher opponent than you might think."

Of course, Gabe didn't seem phased. He stomped his foot, a starlight charger manifesting beneath him as the crusader took his stance, preparing to charge. "You may wish to defend." He said politely. "It would be a shame to kill such a promising recruit by mistake."

From anyone else that would be arrogant, or at least mocking, but Gabe wasn't like that. He wasn't arrogant, he was just certain. The charge of an Adamant wasn't something just anyone could withstand.

Alanna sneered, about to respond with some kind of scathing remark, but before she could Gabe began his charge. I'll give her this, she wasn't stupid. She could sense the momentum, the sheer POWER behind his assault, even as his roar of 'RUBRUM GLORIA' split the air and his body was endowed with the power of his Path. Adamant. Unyielding. Nothing could stop him.

The hooves of the charger thundered across the hard packed dirt as his lance flashed toward her, and Alanna panicked. Her hands went up, grasping two more ice spears from the air as the others overlapped in front of her, positioned in front of the incoming holy lance. Gabe hit her makeshift shield like the fist of an angry god, his lance punching through the ice and smashing into her defending spears as she crossed them to tank the attack.

There was an explosion of light and force and Alanna was sent sliding back, desperately trying to stop herself. It wasn't to be though. Her feet left divots in the ground as she was driven backwards until her spine hit the barracks building.

Her eyes were wide with terror as she stared down at the lance, the tip of which was pressed flush against her windpipe, having pushed just past the skin and drawn a trickle of blood. Following the lance up, I could see that Gabe's arm wasn't fully extended. He'd stopped on a dime before spearing her through the throat. He retracted his lance, and she fell to the ground, shuddering. Damned if that man didn't know how to make an impression.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"Alright." I said as everyone got back in line. There was a palpable air of fear overlaying the camp as they all stared at Gabe and I. Alanna was in the back, glaring at me, and everyone else seemed to afraid to even speak. "Now that we have that out of the way, we can move onto our real first day activities. Don't be so uptight, I already said Gabe won't be involved in any of the upcoming monthly tournaments. Alanna is the one to beat next time." I gestured to the silver haired girl.

That seemed to perk them up. Having Gabe fight the girl had been effective on multiple fronts. Establishing his rep was one, but it also diminished hers. She's had too much authority outside my command structure, and now she didn't. This had the added benefit of increasing the confidence of all the other recruits because she wasn't quit so unassailable anymore. Gabe hadn't just beaten her, he'd CRUSHED her. One blow to end the whole thing.

Bringing up the future prize pool seemed to shake her out of her funk too. She squinted at me in suspicion, but eventually her face smoothed into a determined expression. Demia looked pleased, and I was with her there. Step one of my plan was finished, now for step two.

"For your next exercise." I said with a grin. "We're going to be doing a bit of teambuilding. The winners of this exercise will receive points. That's how I'll keep track of the top ten percent and figure out who can participate in the monthly tournaments. If you all do well, I'm open to increasing the prize pool for the tournaments. Possibly including stronger gear or materials."

Carrot and stick. I'd never been a commander obviously, but I'd run raids in DS before. Managing a large group required a few special considerations.

One, give them a reason to do what you want. Two, give them a reason to be afraid to screw up. And three, give them a reason to ignore the second reason when it's not relevant. Now I just needed a better idea of what everyone could do so I could figure out where to focus my attention.

Once everyone had calmed down, I sent them out unto the training field. Alanna raised an eyebrow. "Ok...we're going to stand around in a big crowd? You gonna start shooting and see who ducks behind a rando?"

Snapping my fingers, I withdrew a series of brushes, passing them all out. "Nope. Your job is easy. You're going to pick teams. Ten people. Each team will get a color of paint, then I'm going to put you all under a stealth effect to prevent you from seeing. I want to see what Hamill's training taught you. Winning team gets a point each."

They took the brushes and I went ahead and got out some paint. I'd been considering a similar exercise for a while in the abstract so I had the stuff on me. Once that was done. I grinned and waved a hand. "Well, looks like we're good to go. Now...begin." I triggered Moonlit Night. After that, I triggered Piece of Mind.

While the stealth fog blanketed them, the secondary mental process tweaked the skill, splitting my focus so each team could see their own members but nothing else. The soul weight was minimal of course, given my current soul strength, so the mental component was all I needed to worry about.

Piece of Mind was weird every time I experienced it. I'd tried it out already, though not on anything big, and it was such a strange sensation.

In DS they obviously couldn't beam a second concurrent mental process into your head. It was closer to picture in a picture. A small image in your eyeline that let you keep track of more than one thing at once. In reality though, Piece of Mind actually let me focus on two things at once.

The biggest thing I had to get used to was that both minds were using my eyes and ears, but since they were focused on different things, it split my focus in a fascinating fashion. It was like trying to look at things individually with both of my eyes. My focus was split but it was still MY focus. I looked forward to seeing how the ability would advance, because I could already see so many uses for it.

My recruits, meanwhile, were shocked and alarmed. The whole area had been consumed with fog that muffled the senses, and aside from teammates they couldn't see a thing.

Gabe had stayed out of it, so I let Alannas team stick with nine. She'd get an extra point if she won, which I hoped would somewhat temper her frustration at being used as an example. Once their sight vanished, I expected them all to freak put, but to my surprise, everyone kept a level head.

They were all seasoned mercenaries and had gone through Hamills training, so maybe I shouldn't have been so shocked. Immediately, I smiled, triggering a shadow clone to slip out into the fog.

My shadow clone was a stored F-rank ability, so it wouldn't be too unfair, aside from the obvious visibility advantage. I had it slip among the recruits, tagging legs and shoulders with its staff, drawing attention to the proper directions to get things started.

"An interesting exercise." Admitted Demia. "I'm not familiar with any like it. Where did you get the idea?"

I shrugged. "Various tests and fights I've been in. You run into things like this enough and you learn to twist your brain into that shape. My own mentor loved doing stuff like this. My way is a bit more humane I think, but then, I'm not aiming to get them a paired combat skill." I paused. "My girlfriend and I have a Skill called paired duelling, that allows us to synchronize in battle, is there a large scale version of that?"

"There is."She said bluntly. "But it takes years in the same unit to build the cohesion necessary to get it. No newborn mercenary unit is going to manage. Especially on their first day."

I briefly entertained the fantasy of having them all wish for it, but that was untenable for multiple reasons. Firstly there was no way I'd be able to scrape together enough wishes on top of my contract, second I wanted them to get it and had a vested interest, which would make fair compensation nearly impossible, and thirdly I wasn't sure if it would be more expensive because it was such a rare Skill. Theoretically it could be cheaper because it required so many components, but that was unlikely.

As I watched a recruit get pinned to the ground by a swarm of ice spears that somehow didn't turn him into a lifeless slab of meat, I made a considering sound. "What is this Skill called if I might ask?"

"Legio Unius." She answered in a reverential tone. "It takes decades of training for units, even small ones, to achieve that level of synergy. Of the imperial armies I've heard of, only the Emperor's royal guard has managed, and every single one of them is at the Marquise level. Working in concert they're capable of holding off threats in the low King level. A full legion of five thousand soldiers all specializing in the same Path and able to synergize flawlessly. If they someday reach the Duke or even King level, they'd be unmatched."

I was...boggled. Five thousand B-rankers taking on an S-ranker was nuts. Even a weak one, it was staggering. The differences between ranks became more pronounced as you went up. For instance, the next rank up I'd get was D-rank, which would not only MASSIVELY increase my stat cap, it would also push my Impact up over one hundred points. At B-rank, two ranks up was more than a hundred points of Impact just for advancing.

Of course, I imagined their souls were all the full two ranks ahead and polished. Strung together with the kind of bond I had with Callie, it was no wonder they were terrifying. I hadn't considered the outliers that must be roaming the universe really. Like I knew the Vampire could fight a god at S-rank, but it was clear there were many other roads to power. What kind of monstrous aces did the Church and the Cult have up their sleeves that I just hadn't heard about? I'd have to ask Chelsea.

To my surprise though, I wasn't worried...I was excited. I had my own army now, and even if they didn't jump ship to my territory when I got it (I was sure I could buy out their contracts from Camden for a bit of extra wish priority) I was going to learn to make my own force like the one she was talking about. Maybe Nat could help me and the others all get that Skill if they ended up working for me. I was imagining a vanguard of attackers channeling Mephistopheles, cavalry with Belial.

Interpreting my silence correctly, Demia burst out laughing. "Learn to walk before you run, Solomon. And yes, I know what you're thinking. Every commander thinks the same thing when they hear about the royal guard. Usually as children, but still, it's a common thought process." I was pretty sure she was wrong, or at least only partially right, but I saw her point.

"Yeah, I might've gotten carried away." I chuckled wryly. "This is going faster than expected." I noted as Alanna demolished yet another team. "I have no clue how she's penetrating the fog, but she's perceiving something. Think she has some kind of truesight?"

The blue haired woman nodded. "Probably. Lancer's a precision Job. They're best served with extreme accuracy and a heavy perception focus. Might plays a role, but knowing where to strike is as important as how hard. You should have a roster waiting for you back at your barracks when the day ends, with a list of your recruits and their Jobs and specialties. That'll help with the formation training we're going to do."

We watched in silence for the next ten minutes as her team of nine finished sweeping up the competition. I allowed the fog to dissipate, nodding to the last of the team members, smirking around at the sprawled bodies covered with markings of orange paint.

"Impressive." I told her diplomatically. "I'm going to be learning more about formations for us to use, but assuming we need squad leaders you'll definitely get the job. As MVP you'll be receiving two points instead of just the one that the rest of your team will get."

The others didn't even look mad, but Alanna beamed. The points were nonsense, of course, though I was considering making them a kind of currency tradeable for better gear or something once I had my funds in order. I needed to talk to Anna about monetizing some wishes. I looked around at the others, all getting to their feet and resuming their neat rows at attention.

"Excellent work. I saw plenty of promising recruits, and I have a good idea of how you all operate." That was true. my second thought process had been keeping track of them via Piece of Mind, and I marveled again at how convenient that skill was. "Now that I understand how you fight, I need to know what your limits are." I saw faces fall, and I tried not to smirk as they all realized what I meant and collectively gulped.

Of course, that didn't save them. As someone who had spent the last week or two grinding myself into meat paste with shitty conditioning exercises, I had plenty of ideas for what to put them through and what kind of limits to place on the training. As they all dropped to the ground to start their burpees, I smirked behind the privacy of my mask. Misery loved company. And I didn't want them thinking I was TOO reasonable.