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<\/a><\/p>\nEight Years Ago<\/b><\/p>\n
The hills were black with bugs.<\/p>\n
They flooded down toward the vanguard from both sides of the mountain pass, their great legs eating up vast distances in great chunks. War horns – human, elven, dwarven, Huallapan – sounded as the crusaders fell back into practiced formations. Already, flags were flashing as the commander of this host – Sir Dane Sardock – issued rapid commands and instructions for placement. The slap of bowstrings echoed around them and hundreds of charging Vasar stumbled as arrows slammed home. Enough of the creatures fell that their surprise assault was blunted just long enough for the last of the crusaders to fall into place.<\/p>\n
To Gabriel, the noise of the battlefield was of little importance. He focused on control, mentally envisioning a flame as he fed all of his emotions into it. Around him, the soldiers of the infantry formation he was ostensibly in command of shifted anxiously, muttering and grumbling with poorly concealed fear. More than a few glanced in his direction – he was, Gabriel had to admit, the least armored of them, though to a man, they had witnessed his lethality in battle – and he let their gazes wash over him without visible reaction. Here, in this place, in this moment, none of that mattered. Inhale control. Exhale emotion.<\/p>\n
\u201cHold!\u201d the serjeant bellowed, his words resulting in the soldiers firming up their shield wall. In all matters, he was the true leader of this company, not Gabriel, and no one thought otherwise. The Vasar drew closer \u2026<\/p>\n
Boom. The bugs smashed into the braced pikes and spears with a teeth-rattling crash. Blood and ichor flew as the creatures struggled to overwhelm them. Men screamed. Metal clashed against chitin. The screams of wounded and dying warriors, human and not, filled the air like a shrill cacophony.<\/p>\n
And still, Gabriel stood, unmoved, unreacting, unyielding. His eyes flickered over the Vasar\u2019s numbers. Where? This many could not be controlled easily. So where? There!<\/p>\n
He sprang forward, using the bent back of a soldier kneeling to reload his crossbow as a springboard to hurdle up over the shield wall. Cries of surprise rang out behind him as he landed in the middle of the Vasar formation, rolled forward and then darted up. He twisted around one of the bugs, spun around another, and kept running. A moment later, he reached his target.<\/p>\n
The Alpha shrieked and hissed in surprise as Gabriel attacked. He opened with Arc of the Moon and the bug threw itself back, narrowly evading his decapitating strike, and then tried to retaliate with its glaive. Gabriel caught the surprisingly light weapon thrust with his rapier, expertly redirecting it into the dirt. With the bug momentarily out of position, he flowed into a favored strike. The Mongoose Takes a Viper put the creature even further out of place and his rapid follow-up thrust punched through the armored chitin. Again, the Alpha shrieked, though this time it was in pain, and the Vasar it was psychically connected to visibly trembled. Even as the bug staggered back, Gabriel struck again with Snow in High Wind – ichor flew as the Alpha dropped to its knees. It had just enough time to look up at him before The Thistledown Floats on the Whirlwind took its head.<\/p>\n
Instantly, chaos erupted amongst the Vasar attacking his unit. Some went insane with fury, attacking anything, including their allies, within range. Others simply froze in place and stared stupidly at the crusaders who were killing them. Yet others simply continued on with what they were already doing, in some cases utterly ignoring their now insane brothers stabbing at them from behind.<\/p>\n
It was \u2026 glorious.<\/p>\n
\u201cPush now!\u201d the serjeant roared. Spears and pikes and swords flashed. Gabriel eyed the results, nodded, and flowed forward, his sword dancing. Stones Falling Down the Mountain became The Tower of Morning. The Leopard\u2019s Caress crippled the leg of a bug, opening it up for Kissing the Adder. The Falling Leaf caught a glaive attack, and he slid easily into Watered Silk, leaving behind another twitching corpse. \u201cWell done, my lord!\u201d the serjeant exclaimed as Gabriel almost leisurely flowed from Lightning of Three Prongs to Low Wind Rising. The soldiers advanced another step, allowing him to step back behind their shields. He glanced to the west where Rainald was assigned and smiled – the North-Hammer was in the midst of the battle, laying about with that ridiculous hammer of his, but it seemed he too had opted to target an Alpha at the first opportunity. On the other side of the northman, the unsmiling elf woman, Merasi\u00ebl, was attached to another formation, but they were too distant for Gabriel to see.<\/p>\n
He shook his head, pushing the random thoughts out of his mind, and went back to work. There was killing to be done.<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou dance the forms well,\u201d a dark-haired stranger said later that evening. The camp was in a jubilant mood – the Vasar ambush had cracked like a nut thanks to expert placement, and the thunderous approach of the Royalist detachment led by that mountain of a man, Malfoy, had sent them scattering. There had been casualties, of course, but they were few compared to what could have been and the field was littered with slain bugs. Even better was the sheer number of local Huallapans present who had witnessed the decisive victory. They chattered with awe and excitement, many already pleading to join the army.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot well enough,\u201d Gabriel admitted with a scowl. His arm still stung from where a Vasar glaive had eluded his defenses and scored a cut. Mendel had given it a look and then ordered it wrapped, but was too busy with the truly wounded to waste his magical skills upon such a tiny scratch. Rainald had mocked its very existence – loudly – and then tried to convince everyone within hearing distance (and some beyond) that he could have held the bugs himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo say we all,\u201d the stranger said with a smile. He was wearing the arms of a Megalos footman, but bore a single-edged long-blade that curved slightly instead of the usual broadsword so prevalent in this army. The man stood with both hands clasped at the small of his back, but at a simple glance, Gabriel knew he was in the presence of a true blademaster. It was in the man\u2019s posture, the easy, poised way he stood, or perhaps the cool composure in his eyes. Likely a combination of them all. \u201cWho trained you?\u201d the man asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father,\u201d Gabriel replied. \u201cHe never formally tested for dragon-mark and died before he could finish my training.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy what I saw, Friend,\u201d the dark-haired man said, \u201cyou have seen to that yourself.\u201d He unclasped his hands and offered one. \u201cI am Gaius, late of Quartedec.\u201d The gauntlets upon his arms bore the unmistakable sigil of a dragon-marked master of the sword and the tattoo upon the back of his ungloved hands.sparkled in the sun.<\/p>\n
\u201cGabriel, late of Wallace.\u201d He clasped the man\u2019s hand. \u201cYou are far from Quartedec, Master Gaius,\u201d he added.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was traveling through Caithness when this expedition was assembled.\u201d The master flashed a smile. \u201cWhat sort of swordsman would I be if I made no efforts to join it?\u201d His eyes flickered with amusement the moment he saw Auqui practicing nearby. The dark-haired half-elf girl who had somehow attached herself to them both- Kira, Gabriel thought she was named – was there as well, watching with those laughing eyes of hers. \u201cYou have students,\u201d Master Gaius said with something undefinable in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe boy lost his father some years back,\u201d Gabriel replied slowly. He frowned – Auqui was being sloppy with the forms again; he would never be as good as he wanted if he didn\u2019t learn to focus! – and continued carefully. \u201cInstructing him \u2026 he and I feel into this arrangement by circumstance, not intention.\u201d Master Gaius nodded. \u201cThe girl \u2026 she has asked to learn the blade but I have not answered.\u201d Girl. Was it accurate to call her thus? She was half-elf and could easily be twice his age.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill,\u201d the dragon-marked master said, \u201cyour name is well known within the camp. The men of Caithness accord you the respect of a blademaster.\u201d Gabriel dipped his head slightly in simple acknowledgement of this fact.<\/p>\n
\u201cKill enough of them and even Caithnessers will take note,\u201d he replied wryly, earning a short bark of laughter from the blademaster before him. \u201cI was about to have dinner,\u201d Gabriel added. \u201cWould you join me?\u201d The dark-haired man shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlas,\u201d Gaius said, \u201cI have other duties to attend.\u201d He drew his weapon in single, fluid move, falling into a ready stance even before the blade was out. For his part, Gabriel had already spun away, his own weapon whispering free of its scabbard. \u201cLet us see if you are worthy of the acclaim I hear,\u201d the dragon-marked man said. He flowed forward.<\/p>\n
And they began to dance.<\/p>\n
Never in his life had Gabriel been this hard-pressed, not even when he\u2019d first touched a sword and his father began to instruct him. The Kingfisher Circles the Pond narrowly batted aside Courtier Taps His Fan. Master Gaius was faster than anyone he\u2019d ever faced, even those damnable dark elves, and the whole world constricted to this single moment. Twisting the Wind met Kissing the Adder. Sounds fell away, leaving only the void. Ribbon in the Air nearly disemboweled him, but Watered Silk almost took Master Gaius\u2019 left eye. They circled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou dance the forms exceptionally well,\u201d the older man said. \u201cI had my doubts with that shorter blade \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He attacked even before he was finished speaking – Lightning of Three Prongs – but Gabriel was retreating, slipping sideways to counter with The Mongoose Takes a Viper. It slid past Master Gaius\u2019 defenses and would have struck home had the blademaster not twisted away desperately at the last instant. Again, they circled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this madness?\u201d someone who sounded a great deal like Wallace bellowed. Gabriel gave Master Gaius a questioning look and the older man nodded slightly. Together, they stepped back from each other, lowering their blades in smooth, practiced motions that almost mirrored one another, and finally bowed slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cA test, Your Grace,\u201d Gaius said. He sheathed his sword. \u201cI wished to see the talents of your young knight firsthand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy trying to kill him?\u201d Wallace was glowering, though most of the warriors around him looked either bored or annoyed that he\u2019d broken the contest up. Rainald was definitely irritated and stood in a ring of men that Gabriel knew to all be inveterate gamblers. Money had not yet changed hands and now seemed unlikely to do so.<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout challenge,\u201d Master Gaius said simply, \u201cone cannot test their limits.\u201d He bowed his head quickly, first to Wallace and then to Gabriel. \u201cAnother time, young blademaster,\u201d he said with another smile before gliding away with an easy grace that hinted at lethality.<\/p>\n
\u201cMany apologies, my lord,\u201d Gabriel said, directing his words to Wallace and successfully pulling the man\u2019s attention away from the departing Gaius. Departing from a man of his rank without seeking his permission could be considered as something of an insult – the fact that Gaius chose to use the arrogant saunter that was Cat Crosses the Courtyard indicated it was obviously intended as such – but Gabriel did not want Wallace to act without thinking. Again. There was already enough trouble with the royalists, especially if the rumors about the lord and that Simonton merchant girl had any basis in truth; they didn\u2019t need to create even more trouble with the much needed Megalan mercenaries. \u201cI will see that this does not happen again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamned fools,\u201d Wallace muttered as he stomped off. He was flanked by Dane who offered only an amused shake of his head, and a moment later, Gabriel stumbled back a step when Rainald stabbed a meaty finger into his chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cI lose\u00a0much silvers on you,\u201d the burly northman grumbled. Gabriel blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe did not finish our duel,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cFive moves and dead,\u201d Rainald retorted, gesturing sharply with one hand that held up four fingers. \u201cLess probably, then with the dancing off and stealing more of my deads.\u201d He glared halfheartedly and Gabriel frowned, mentally translating the big man\u2019s words into something understandable.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour deads,\u201d he repeated. \u201cYour kills?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, this. You know I mean this. Next time, making better, l\u00edtillbr\u00f3\u00f0ir<\/em>.\u201d He walked away, bellowing for someone to break out the ale in that ground-rattling voice of his. Or perhaps he was asking for the privy. With his accent, sometimes it was difficult to tell.<\/p>\n The feel of eyes upon him drew his attention and Gabriel almost winced at the too-bright gaze of Auqui. As before, the boy was staring at him with stars in his eyes, so desperate for glory that he refused to look at the hard work still ahead. Try as he might, Gabriel still had not instilled in the lad the understanding of what it truly meant to be a blademaster. The constant work, the fanatical devotion to the Art, none of that sank in. All Auqui saw was the end result and he wanted it now.<\/p>\n \u201cSnow in High Wind!\u201d he snapped, suddenly cross. To his credit, Auqui responded quickly enough and with adequate grace so as to not entirely look the fool, but Gabriel scowled as if disappointed. \u201cArc of the Moon!\u201d he ordered as he drew closer, his critical eye noting the weaknesses in his student\u2019s form. The young woman, Kira, drew her own weapon and followed Auqui\u2019s lead – she had a natural grace and speed that the boy needed to work for, but her inexperience with the stances resulted in sloppy forms – and Gabriel blew out another frustrated breath. \u201cTerrible,\u201d he muttered, including both of them. \u201cOne quarter speed,\u201d he said as he assumed the ready stance himself, nodding when they did the same. \u201cCutting the Wind,\u201d he instructed as he flowed into the proper stance.<\/p>\n There was a lot of work to do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" With a loud clash of metal, Rainald met the guard\u2019s attack with his own shield and held. There were two of them, armed only with what could be donned rapidly and still with sleep crusting their eyes, plus the Templar and the crossbowman. Merasi\u00ebl was already in the great room, having tumbled past one of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,20],"tags":[29],"class_list":["post-1698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-banestorm","category-bs_pcs","tag-gabery"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1698"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1711,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1698\/revisions\/1711"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.olympusrpg.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}