Well, I haven't gotten many reviews on this story yet, but that's okay. I still plan on writing it because I enjoy it! I really don't have any big news to share, just that in this story, the eventual team will be four…possibly five including Bisca and Vera.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and leave positive reviews!
Chapter Two: Onward to Augith
The Royal Road of Elden. 501 H.A. July 10th
Bisca looked up at the gray and cloudy sky, scowling as the first drops started to fall. Readjusting her hat, she really couldn't do much about it.
"Stupid rain. Why did it have to start after we left the inn this morning?" Vera complained, the busty elf huffing with indignation as some rivulets trickled between her breasts.
"Same. I was hoping it would just pass us by. Cat people don't like being outside during rain" Dia added, the black wizard putting forth her opinion as she walked nearby with her party.
"Could be worse" Bisca stated simply, the gun mage veering toward the shoulder of the road as a wagon clattered past.
"How?" Erik the swordman asked, his hair becoming a plastered mop that hugged his skull.
"This road is well maintained and made of brick and stone. Could be slogging through mud instead"
Vera narrowed her eyes at Bisca. "I don't like it when your right"
"Then you must be disappointed constantly" Curling her lips in the slightest of smiles, Bisca looked back at Dia's party. Erik seemed to be competent, a likeable man by all accounts. The bard and rouge seemed more comfortable talking with Vera and Dia while the elven archer, Erlan seemed to be drawn toward the dark elf like a horny teenager. From what Bisca understood about elven women, they usually were more lithe and slender, not stacked like Vera.
She was rare for an elf, and the man was obviously lusting after her.
"As long as he doesn't do anything she doesn't like"
Shrugging, Bisca adjusted her cowgirl hat with a gauntleted hand, the brim protecting her eyes as they scanned the nearby farms. Some had a few cattle grazing among fields, others were filled with growing grain and corn.
"So peaceful…"
The road was quiet, not only in terms of traffic, but security as well. Numerous villages and outposts ran the length to the capital, manned by patrols intent on keeping the vital commerce artery free from crime.
It wasn't perfect. At the last village, Bisca had inquired about the security of the route. While safe in general, muggings, small bandit raids and low level monsters still attacked, but at a low occurrence.
Taking in the country side once more, the farms and fields provided almost no cover for brigands, but the approaching forest several miles ahead could have them.
"That's where I would plan a raid. And not at the entrance either. I'd wait until my victims were a good distance inside the woods, away from help"
Bisca knew there was a guard station and small town about half way through the large forest that would take about three days to pass, but that would be far outside the range of any immediate help.
"Guess we'll see what happens" Shrugging as the rain continued to fall, Bisca kept walking along the road in silence.
Erlan hurried his pace, walking up to Vera as his pack weighed him down. "So Vera, why are you carrying both of your parties supplies? Shouldn't your friend share the burden?"
Vera smiled, a warm gesture despite the gloomy weather. "I don't mind. She saved my life and treated my wounds. Plus, the added weight would slow her down. She can react pretty damn fast. Just ah…don't make her mad or she might slit your throat" Laughing awkwardly, the dark elf laughed as the archer glanced toward Bisca leading the way.
"My arrows could strike her down before she even got close" Smugly gloating, the male elf was sure of his skills.
Bisca scoffed, overhearing the conversation. "You'd be dead before you even notched your first arrow" Glaring over her shoulder, the green haired woman turned back to the road as the massive forest drew closer and closer with each passing step.
"Seriously! Don't make her mad. Her magic is weird, but really powerful!"
"I wasn't going to. I was just bragging a bit"
"Just be quiet, Erlan. She doesn't seem like the kind of woman you want as an enemy" Dia reasoned, the cat woman giving a distressed purr as the rain fell upon her purple haired head. "Damn rain"
Falling into silence or low conversations, the party of seven reached the forest an hour later. Walking under the canopy, the ceiling of leaves and towering trees mitigated the rain as the scents of wood, moss, and undergrowth filled the summer day.
"Ah, I love this smell. Reminds me of my village in Tevvon Forest near the southwest coast" Smiling, Erlan breathed in deeply, the elf lost among the familiar scents.
"Keep your guard up. The next village is a day away and bandits are known to ambush travelers along this road"
"Your paranoid. The guards patrol this route constantly" The bard replied with a simple statement.
"Then don't take precautions. Don't complain if your wounded or killed" Snapping the last bit, Bisca unslung her lancer, her well earned paranoia making her constantly scanning the wall of trees along the road. Cradling the rifle toward her chestplate that gave off a soft blue, the gun mage continued to walk.
Feeling Vera toward her left minutes later, the elf looked concerned. "You really think we might be attacked by bandits here?"
Bisca looked her new friend in the eye. "I always assume the worst and plan for that. You should know that from that first night I found you"
Vera knew the logic was sound. Eyeing the left side of the road, only a few squirrels scampered among the trees, indicating nothing. Adjusting the pack that carried their food and supplies, Vera made sure she was close to her friend as they continued their journey through the forest.
Cliff crouched low among the foliage and undergrowth with his party, the handsomely vile man sneering. Around him were another twelve men, a mixture of archers and swordsmen. A lone dark wizard, a specialist in anti magic waited with them all.
The hasty journey here had been frought with exhaustion and haste. While their targets slept at inns and stopped at villages during the night, his group had pushed through the night. A collection of slavers, he uttered a dark voice.
"Remember, we have no use for the men. Kill them. Just make sure not to injure the women, they need to be alive and healthy when we sell them in Varae to the East"
"We still get to rape them, right?" A bandit asked, his cheek sporting an old scar.
"Of course. That Bisca bitch insulted me, so we'll all pay her back, one by one"
A low ripple of laughter emerged from the bandits and hostile adventure's, each imaging the fortune about to befall them.
Low conversations from the road made the men go quiet at the soft bend, each clutching daggers, swords or waiting to notch arrows.
The order of battle was simple. The mage would suppress the magic of the cat wizard and the others while the archers would take out their archer and other males. After that, the females would be surrounded and subdued.
Cliff snarled, knowing that a few would probably be injured, but that fake, lying bitch would be too frightened to fight back.
"I'm gonna make her scream for forgiveness" Gripping the handle of his sword tighter, his view of the road soon revealed his target.
Bisca felt her magic disappear before the actual wave of anti-magic washed over the adventure group, startling Dia and the bard.
"AMBUSH!" Bisca howled out as arrows began to fly from the nearby woods, their targets easily perceived in the next few moments. Three arrows impacted Erlan center mass, his light leather armor doing nothing to slow the barbed shafts from skewering his body. Erik shared a similar fate, the swordman pulling his weapon free just as an arrow punched through his throat, spraying crimson across the road.
"CAPTURE THE WOMEN!" Cliff roared out as he emerged, his sword tinkling under the falling rain. Multiple shouts and cries of joy came from the bandits, a group of them already rushing toward the bard and thief who frantically tried to evade the blows…a futile attempt.
Dia screamed, the black mage frantically trying to launch a magic spell, only for the dark mage nearby to chuckle from the woods, his face unseen.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth, wh—"
Bisca shot him in the face with her rifle, the report a thunder clap of noise as her visage turned into a sneer. "I'm going to kill all of you!"
"What the hell!?" Cliff shouted, his mind under shock by the sudden death of a comrade. "What kind of weapon is that!?"
Three more reports killed another bandit, the man screaming as the rounds tore through his shirt and stomach.
Vera had both blades out, blocking an overhand swipe from one of these deplorable men. Snarling, the man only had hate and lust for the busty dark elf as she broke away. Slashing quickly, Vera managed to slice his sword arm, causing a spray of crimson and a fresh scream. "Die!" Skewering the man through the chest, Vera planted her boot and pushed him off as two more men rushed to subdue her and Dia Stormclaw
"Vera! Move!" Bisca shouted as she turned with a swivel. Gunning the two bandits down with a short burst of rounds, they simply dropped in death, nothing more than empty meat on the road.
"You…YOU BITCH!" Another bandit bellowed, the man charging toward the emerald beauty with his sword held high. Bringing it down, it sparked off the heavy armor with a scrape and furrow of damage.
"Eat shit and die!" Activating her lancer's chainsaw, the blades spun and screamed before plunging into the neck meat of the brigand. Crimson blood and flesh ripped in a spray of ichor and chunks, Bisca sawing through his chest cavity in hellish execution. Warm speckles decorated her cheeks and armor, the female kicking the corpse away.
"KILL HER! FORGET ABOUT THE REWARD!" Cliff screamed at his remaining men, which only numbered six at this point. "Grennel! Get the fuck out here and use your dark magic to bind this whore!"
Grennel appeared from the woods, his swirling cloak revealing a bald man with sickly pale skin. Waving his staff as a magic circle started to form, his aim was directed at Bisca.
"No, you don't!" Vera yelled, the elf throwing one of her short swords at the dark wizard in a flurry of motion. It flew fast and true, embedding in the mage's neck and nearly decapitating him in one swoop. With his death, the anti-magic aura rapidly dissipated, giving the adventure's magic once more.
Dia was terrified and furious as her magic returned, the cat woman already pointing her oaken staff toward Cliff. A rapid magic circle of runes and yellow symbols suddenly appeared, the cat woman's eyes flashing with fresh vengeance for her fallen friends. "Thunderbolt!"
The arc of electricity snapped and sizzled through the air, slamming into the heavily armored Cliff. The vile man screamed as the spell seized his nerves, preventing his movement before collapsing in a twitching pile.
Bisca sneered at the remaining bandits, the five survivors gulping as one looked back at the woods. "Man…this is not easy like Cliff promised! We should get the hell outta here!"
"What makes you think I'll let any of you escape? MAGIC MULCHER!" The large, magically formed machine gun glowed green in Bisca's hands, the long barrel decorated with air holes for simple appearance sake. Sneering under the falling rain, Bisca pushed magic through as the barrel flashed emerald, spitting the first magical bullet toward the remaining slavers.
"Run! RUN AW—" The ripping staccato of blasts ripped though the remaining men, cutting them down as they tried to flee back toward the tree line. Dispelling the large weapon as the bandits died gasping deaths with gaping wounds, Bisca walked toward Cliff…and promptly stomped on his left elbow joint.
*Snap*
"AUUUGH! MY ARM! YOU BROKE MY ARM!" Screaming, the handsome adventurer tried to push himself up with his lone working limb…Only to have Bisca stomp his good hand, breaking nearly all the fingers with a sickening crunch of cartilage and bone.
"AUUGHH! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Crouching near the slaver, Bisca pulled her combat knife, a slow rasp of leather before placing it against the whimpering man's throat. "I'm going to enjoy gutting you, slaver trash" Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the gun mage looked up for a moment to see Dia standing there, her eyes moist from tears and rage.
"We should turn him into the guards. If this pathetic excuse for a man is part of a larger operation, they'll be able to hunt them more effectively"
Mulling it over, Bisca could see the logic. "Fine. Vera? Bind his wrists. I don't care if he cries or not"
"With pleasure" the elf added as she pulled a short bundle from her pack.
Standing up, the bodies were everywhere, littering the road where they fell as gore slid down Bisca's chestplate like a river of horror.
Dia gulped, looking down at Erik…Erlan…her comrades with a look of hollowness as the rain fell harder through the canopy. Distant rumbles of thunder added to the gloom and sorrow. "I always thought if we were to die, it would be against some great, legendary beast. Not on some simple road during a bandit attack" Wiping her eyes of falling tears, the purplette felt the memories rush by.
"We will hold a funeral pyre for them, to assure no wildlife or monsters disturbs their remains"
"Thank you"
"I'll retrieve anything of value from them. Find a good place and I'll help you in a few minutes" Crouching down, Bisca began to empty the traveling bag of Erik, the man clearly not needing it anymore. Some of his blood had gotten on the bag, still warm and sticky. Frowning, Bisca wouldn't let herself be overcome with sadness. They were strangers, mere passing faces in a strange and dangerous land. Taking his money, she pocketed the wealth and rapidly assessed the food rations.
The food would be useful, but the armor and sword would have to remain. It was probably too large for Vera and frankly, looked to be average equipment. "Taking it all to sell later would just be a pain in the ass. We have no wagon or horses and it's not like I'm Erza. Can't just carry everything in a pocket dimension" Glancing over her shoulder at Dia, the cat woman was still in obvious shock and mourning. "It would be better to burn then with their armor, a last sign of respect"
Continuing the grim task of looting the dead adventurers among the falling rain, Bisca remained silent, the scene identical to dozens she's seen before.
The funeral pyre was a rapid affair an hour later, Dia's former party burning among a clearing soaked with water. Lit by Stormclaw herself, the cat woman had no words…just silence. Finishing the sorrowful task, Bisca then yanked Cliff to his feet, eliciting a fresh groan of anguish from the man.
"March. You try anything and I'll gut you where you stand"
"Listen, I can get you money if you just let me go" The man tried to bargain, only to receive a rifle butt to the stomach. Doubling over, he spit up bile as the greenette glared at him without any remorse. "I'm sure a reward for a slaver will fetch a fair price. And the adventure guild will no doubt provide one as well for clearing some rot from their organization" Kicking the man forward as he still tried to vomit, Cliff almost fell as the three women surrounded him, ensuring no escape as the deluge of water continued to fall harder.
Oakfell Village. 501 H.A. July 11th
Bisca marched Cliff through the center of the town, her party taking numerous gazes from concerned citizens as they mumbled and pointed. Shops and homes lined the streets, their construction of wood and glass clearing matching the location in the center of the forest.
While in the middle of a blazing summer day, the heavy forest provided an ample shade to the town, creating a sense of relief that resulted in a comfortable atmosphere that would be quite enjoyable under more pleasant circumstances.
Pushing Cliff across a short bridge of stone, Bisca noticed a watermill turning from the current of a smaller river, the water crisp and fresh while the scent of baking rose from nearby. A few men were fishing off the side, their broad hats hiding their faces.
"That smells delicious. Fresh bread"
"It does, but too bad this piece of garbage is stinking up the area" Bisca replied to Vera as she pushed the beaten man once more.
The guard station was quickly identified, the building designed as a tiny fortress. Several archers stood atop a parapet, protecting the structure and village as a whole. Several corner towers no doubt held more, but the thin windows hid whom-ever was inside.
Constructed of wood and stone, it was more than enough to stave off the average bandit or criminal. Approaching the double doors that marked the front entrance, two guards stood, their studded armor and metal greaves more than fitting to the location.
"State your business" One of the men stated with a rough voice, his eyes wandering over the visibly beaten man.
Bisca pushed him forward hard, Cliff falling to the dirt with an anguished cry. "He attacked us with a dozen bandits. Attempted Murder, murder, attempted slavery, assault and intend to rape"
"Oh really?" Looking down at the man in disgust, he then looked toward the three women. "Bring him inside. The Captain will want to interview all of you. Can't just take your word after all"
"Fine" Picking up the trash, Bisca pushed him inside the tiny fort as Dia and Vera followed.
The interrogation of both parties went surprisingly swift as the guards quickly made sure Cliff confessed to the truth. Maybe he was afraid, or simply sought to save his own life, but the former adventurer sang like a canary, telling the guards about his contacts near the border and naming several merchants in on the horrific trade of slaves.
And while there wasn't a standing reward for the man, the trio of women was awarded ten silver coins for their efforts and an official document clearing them of any possible legal repercussions.
Shaking the bag of coins lightly, Bisca tipped her hat as they left the guard outpost. Tossing them to Dia, the cat woman deftly caught the tiny pouch with a questioning gaze.
"Buy yourself some leather armor or something. That wizard robe can't stop a butter knife" Looking up at the canopy of trees, Bisca could feel her legs protest from the constant walking toward this town. Not only that, but her stomach rumbled. "Vera, go with her and try not to show your breasts to anyone"
"That has never happened, and you know it!" The elf yelled with standoffish anger. Stomping her foot, the dark elf suddenly became conscious of her ample cleavage and tight chest leathers.
A few nearby men had enjoyed the tiny show with knowing grins before going on their way.
"You say that, but I feel like you would easily be tricked into removing your clothes for money"
"Seriously!? You think that?"
Returning the ghost of a smile, Vera suddenly became aware the gun mage was simply teasing her.
"So mean…" Pouting, the elf kicked a nearby pebble in anger as Bisca tried to scan the town.
"I'll find us an inn. Hopefully some cooked food as well. We could use a good day to rest and recover" Looking at Dia, the catwoman was forlorn, her ears almost drooping. "Dia, you can continue to travel with us If you desire. Once we reach the capital, you can go your own way or stay with us, your choice"
"Really?"
Shrugging, Bisca was already starting to walk away. "A black mage could be damn useful. I can't do everything magic related and Vera doesn't have any. You have until we reach Elden to decide"
"Okay" Whispering the last part, the wizard knew she would be lost without a party. Glancing at Vera who smiled warmly, the cat woman smiled back, but it was shallow at best.
"Come on. Bisca may be a crab, but she's right. You do need better protection"
Looking down at her robes, Dia was distinctly aware that with what had befallen her own party, she was horribly exposed. Especially if she lost the ability to cast magic again. "Perhaps a dagger as well? Just in case?"
"Good idea!" Obviously bubbly, Vera strolled down the road with Dia, both intent on finding the proper equipment for the cat woman.
Bisca walked through the town, her eyes finally falling on an inn a few streets away from the guard station. Wedged between a glass maker and stable, it stood three stories tall and appeared to be well kept. Being on one of the main roads to the capital city, Bisca was sure there were a few other inns as well, but she wasn't going to waste time looking for them.
Pushing the door open, the lobby was decorated with wood while several mounted beast heads decorated the far wall to the left. A tiny bar and dining area was in an adjoining hall past the staircase, most of the tables empty due to the time of day.
Quickly paying for a double bedroom, Bisca really wasn't in the mood for small talk as the receptionist tried to engage in conversation. Simply heading to the third floor, she deposited her belongings and shrugged out of her armor much to her relief.
"I'll have to clean it later" Studying the dried blood spatters, she knew maintenance was key.
The room itself was pleasant, mostly decorated with wood paneling like the rest of the structure. Two beds were across from each other, queen sized and more than enough for the three of them. Sparse furniture sat near the window, the scattered sunlight and shade keeping it cooler as a breeze wafted through.
Walking toward the bathroom, Bisca knew that if she waited too long, Vera would hog the water for herself. Shedding her remaining clothes after locking the door, Bisca soon enjoyed the warm water washing away the soreness and grime accumulated during the journey so far.
Ten minutes of relaxation was all the woman allowed before stepping out, her stomach rumbling for a late lunch. Dressing in some tan pants and a plain, blue shirt, Bisca headed back downstairs to order a meal at the inns dining hall. Feeling the weight of her sidearm as she sat at a table in the corner, Bisca scanned the other patrons, but found them uninterested in her presence. Most appeared to be traveling traders or other adventurers, but the most important thing was they left her alone.
Ordering an ale and a few sandwiches, her mind wandered to home. "I wonder if they all made it? Or did some die in those final hours? What about Wendy? Will she ever be found or is she dead on some random planet in the multiverse somewhere?"
Morbid thoughts and memories continued for several minutes, a slideshow of horror that Bisca could never forget.
She almost missed the approach of her party.
"Bisca. What do you think?" Vera asked with her signature grin. Stepping aside, the dark elf waved her hands to show of Dia Stormclaw standing there with slight embarrassment. Devoid of robes, the purple haired cat-woman still held her oaken staff tightly while absently scratching her chin. Now wearing tan pants and heavy boots, her shins were covered with studded greaves of leather, the same with her shoulders and forearms. A studded leather chest piece now covered her torso, the brown hide of decent quality. A new sheathed dagger also hugged her left hip, approximately six inches in length.
Bisca gave a small nod of approval. "An improvement over cloth"
"That means she likes it"
Bisca waved for the two to sit, the scraping of chairs on wood dulled by several conversations nearby. Both set their packs down under the table, well guarded from wandering hands despite the minimal crowd.
Dia leaned her staff against the wall nearby, making sure it was within easy reach. "So. I was talking it over with Vera, and I'd like to join your party unless you've changed your mind in the last hour"
"The offer still stands" Leaning back as her food arrived, Bisca tore into a sandwich as her party ordered food themselves. Chewing then washing it down with the bitter ale, the gun mage eyed the cat woman once more. "Before we arrive at the capital, I want a demonstration of your spells. Nothing that will exhaust you, but a general outline. Or just list off what you can do" Taking another bite, Bisca leaned back in her chair to chew slowly, the meat and dry cheese just making her thirstier.
"Thanks for accepting me into your party"
"Not much of one. Just me and the elf"
"Still! It's gonna be awesome! Just wait until we get to the capital and take some awesome quests! Like fighting orcs or dragons!" Punching the air, Vera was the epitome of excitement.
"Orcs…the few pictures I saw of them…." Bisca could easily see the resemblance between those creatures and the locust, a fact she was not looking forward to.
"Simple quests will suffice for now. Plus, the ability of the weapon manufacturers in Elden will determine if we stay there for any amount of time or not" Finishing her ale and sandwiches, Bisca paid and stood up. "We leave in the morning. Stay out of trouble until then and don't drink too much" Looking down at Dia, Bisca's eyes momentarily softened. "I am sorry for the loss of your friends"
Walking away, the gun mage rapidly ascended the steps to the upper floors of the inn.
"She doesn't seem happy"
"No Dia…no she doesn't. But I don't pry into her past and neither should you. Past that, she's kept all of us alive so far, so she must be doing something right"
The food then arrived, prompting a momentary silence as the two females dug in, the conversation light and pleasant.
The Capital of Elden 501 H.A. July 17th
Rolling hills growing wheat, barely and corn lined the road as dusk began to settle. Patters of light rain and overcast clouds finally brought the summer heat to a comfortable level, the falling drops refreshing to the trio as they walked along the shoulder. A vineyard to their right seemed to gulp down the falling water, the vines of grapes stretching upward as the field hands retired for the day.
Clacking wheels along the brick and stone had diminished with approaching night, but the traffic was still moderate as wagons full of goods drove toward the walled capital.
Walking under the archway that housed the main gate, the low murmur of conversations and evening vendors sliced the air. Clinking of glasses and laughter came from a few nearby drinking establishments, the laughter and joy wafting through the open windows.
Bisca scrutinized the city, finding several buildings taller than Dagon. While nowhere near skyscraper height, the average had to be at least four or five stories among the cluster of buildings that made up the capital.
"That must be the palace" Vera pointed with her signature smile, her finger extended down the main road. Cutting through the city and crossing two bridges, the seat of government and home of the royal family rose upward. Spires of stone stretched toward the sky while a massive wall surrounded the structure, essentially creating a city within a city.
Bisca could only think of how easily such a structure would fall to weapons of her home.
"I'm sure it's impressive on the inside, but we have to inform the adventure guild of what transpired. I just hope we can find an inn at this time of night" Continuing onward through the thinning throngs of citizens, Bisca kept an eye out for a dwarven weapon shop, but didn't see any. Sure, a few human shops were closing for the night, but she doubted any of them could assist her in crafting new ammunition.
"Something for tomorrow then. And we should take a quest soon. While we have enough money for now, it will quickly run out with supply purchases and renting rooms for the night. Not to mention Dia's new armor did take a bite out what we have. I also would like to check the library at the guild. Perhaps this one has information about human summoning. Although I doubt it" Scowling at the pessimistic thought, Bisca pushed it aside in the search for the adventure guild.
It ended up taking nearly forty minutes of walking to find the desired location, the three story structure located on a side road that sat across from the smaller of the two rivers that cut through the city from the West. Surrounded by several inns and a few drinking establishments, it was apparent they saw a heavy turnout for adventure parties as many still lingered outside even at this time of night.
"The layout is exactly the same. Neat" Dia commented as her gaze fell across the interior. Remembering the reason, she approached the reception desk with Bisca and Vera, the blonde woman behind the counter giving a bright smile.
"Welcome to the Elden Adventure guild. How can I help you?"
Trying to remember Cliff's full name, Bisca realized she hadn't learned it, not that it really mattered. Pulling the folded document from a side pouch, she showed it to the guild worker. "I trust this will explain everything?"
Taking the paper, the blonde woman quickly read, her face showing a rapid discoloration and visible wisps of anger that flashed behind her blue eyes.
"I…I see. I will inform the guild master about this horrible development. Miss Stormclaw? Will you please place your hand on the magical tablet? I will look up your party and notify the next of kin if possible" No longer smiling, the attendant shifted her eyes toward Bisca. "Please accept our deepest apologies for this horrible act. We try our best to employ reliable adventurers, but greed and lax recruitment in some regions will always prevail. If there is anything we can do to help, please let us know"
Running a tired hand down her weary cheeks and chin, the mage felt the exhaustion of constant travel, sore muscles and the need for a comfortable bed. "If you can point me in the direction of a dwarven blacksmith or somebody that knows about advanced weapons, I'll consider that payment enough"
"Bisca! Dia lost her whole team! Don't go agreeing to something when she suffered the most!" Waving a slender finger, Vera was all lecturing business like some outspoken hen.
"Fine, I'll find a weapon shop myself in the morning. Dia? Ask for some reasonable compensation"
Walking toward the main door with a grumble and scowl, Bisca pushed it open, the warm summer night breathing into the hall along with the diminished foot traffic outside. Leaving the adventure guild, Bisca sought a nearby hotel as her two team-mates watched her leave.
Dia looked over at the blonde receptionist, her ears drooping as her tail slowly swished behind her. "The guards in Oakfell already gave us a reward. Asking for something else because my friends died makes me feel even worse" Feeling a comforting hand on her shoulder, Dia gave a small smile to Vera.
"Follow me" Marching toward the back as the two females fell in step, the blonde opened a door, revealing the guilds storeroom of items, treasure, and weapons looted and sold. Monster cores were piled on a table, barely shifted through while some magical items were collected in another corner.
"Miss Stormclaw, please take one item" Crossing her slender arms beneath her sizable bust, the blonde waited to the side.
"Wow, it's like a treasure room! Is all this from adventurers that sell what they find?" Vera inquired while poking a simple staff of gnarled oak.
"It is. Most of this will be sold to shops or the city for repurposing tomorrow, so pick quickly"
Dia looked around, most of the old weapons, cloaks and items not really interesting to her as a wizard. Stepping toward the pile of magical items, some of them gave a small glow, others were clearly inferior based on her affinity use spells herself.
It was a simple, blue ring that caught her eye. Picking it up, Dia slid it over her middle finger of her right hand with a small smile.
"Ohh…it's pretty…" Vera said, her voice filled with admiration as the piece of jewelry sparkled.
"Well, at least you didn't pick out garbage. That's an ice ring. Protects the wearer from freezing environments. Now if you two are done, I'll have to fill out some paperwork because of this" Waving a finger, the blonde was a lecturing mother in an instant. "Don't expect any more freebies. You lose it or it gets stolen, don't come crying to the guild. We did our part to compensate you for the horrible actions of that man and his group, understand?"
"Yes. Thank you again" Smiling, Dia and Vera soon left the adventure hall, intent on finding Bisca as the full weight of night fell.
The next day…
Vera and Dia had left the inn early, wanting a jump start on the new quests. The elf had mentioned slime extermination, a low level threat that even the most novice adventurer could complete. Figuring the D and E rank women could handle themselves, Bisca let them go.
Not like she wanted to go anyway.
Fully decked out in her equipment, Bisca weaved her way through the morning throngs of pedestrians that filled the morning streets. Smells of horses, mules and the cooking of breakfasts from countless food stalls and nearby eating establishments wafted in a mixture of scents. Shouting merchants tried to grab her attention, mostly for useless beauty products.
Her scowl and angry stare sent most of them whimpering as her bad mood continued to get worse with every failed attempt. Four dwarven blacksmiths had been unable to help, more often interested in trying to sell her axes, hammers or shields.
Turning down a side street, she finally set eyes upon the workshop as the crowds thinned out some. Walking past mostly two story homes and residential structures, Bisca finally arrived.
"Sure is out of the way. Took nearly an hour to find this place" Looking up at the sign, it portrayed an hourglass, the symbol resting below the establishments name. Pushing the door open, Bisca stepped inside. Piled items of strange make, crafted eyeglasses, some old timepieces and other inventions lined the walls, some of them covered with a light dust.
Finding herself alone, Bisca walked forward as her weight caused the wooden floorboards to creak with a groan of protest. Approaching the countertop, Bisca could tell this business was failing.
A male gnome emerged from the back, a pair of eyeglasses set across his broad nose. A blueish cone hat sat upon his head, attempting to hide his natural blonde hair. Wearing a simple outfit of work clothes, the male looked upward.
"Welcome to Tork's…what's left of it" The gnome muttered with audible resentment.
"Can you make this?" Holding up a lone rifle bullet, Bisca set it on the counter.
"Now what is this?" Climbing up a tiny stool stepper, the male scrutinized the bullet with visible interest. Pressing it to his tongue, Tork tasted the elements, an ability of his species. Rolling it around between his fingers, he held it up with a no-nonsense stare. "What does this go with?"
Retrieving her lancer, Bisca set it on the counter with little fanfare.
"By the crafting of Rill…what an amazing marvel of ingenuity…" Studying the weapon with wide eyes, the Gnome poked and prodded before looking up with a shocked look. "Miss? Is this…a gunpowder weapon?"
"They all are" Placing her sidearm and longshot, the greenette looked down with crossed arms as the gnome nearly fell off his stool.
"More!? This…this is amazing!" Picking up the Boltok, Tork found the latch to swing open the cylinder. Finding it empty, Bisca held up a bullet. "It fires these. Now can you pick your jaw off the floor and make these or not?"
Tork looked down, then around his dusty shop, his face a forlorn pull of depression. "I'm sure I could, but by the end of tomorrow, my doors will be closing. My competitors drove me out of business and stole my customers with cheaper work. I have no raw materials left to even begin" Sighing with growing sorrow, Tork once more studied the firearms. "My father has a thriving workshop in Augith past the Hammer mountains. A city and country that values engineering marvels and new technologies….UNLIKE THIS DAMN PLACE! All they want are swords, magic and shields!" Raising his fists to the ceiling, the gnome let out a string of obvious curses before calming down. "I'm sorry miss, but you'd be better off going to one of those other shops" Waving a dismissing hand, the gnome was startled as Bisca slammed a palm down, stirring some of the errant dust.
"Are you telling me that you can make more of my bullets? And all you need to do is reach Augith and use your father's massive workshop?" Practically growling the words out, Bisca was leaning forward, her presence almost suffocating.
"Um…yes?"
"Then I'll accompany you with my party so long as you provide me with all I need"
Stroking his bare chin, Tork looked down at the weapons, his gaze narrowing. "This could get me back on my feet, and let me drive Gimm out of business that thief…alright. Get me to Augith and I'll convince my father to get work started immediately" Extending his smaller hand, Tork looked earnestly at Bisca.
Smirking lightly, the gun mage shook, the verbal agreement finalized between the two.
"I'll be at the North Gate tomorrow morning. The journey through the Endrich Pass to Augith will take about three weeks so make sure you have enough provisions" Tork informed, the gnome taking one more look around his dying shop.
"Alright" A simple response from Bisca as she gathered her weapons, then walked out without another word.
"What a delightful woman" Tork stated with sarcasm before continuing the closing of his business.
The next day…
Sunlight barely cracked over the horizon from the East, bathing the capital in a pleasant atmosphere as the city started to wake. Standing near the large gate and stone wall of the city, Bisca loaded her supply pack into the wagon as Tork fed the smaller horse some oats.
"Bsscaaa….I'm sooo tired! I didn't even get to sleep…." Vera whined, the elf clearly struggling to wake herself as bits of slime coated her combat leathers. "I feel gross…"
"Well, we did exterminate so many slimes that we earned a full silver. But Vera is right, we didn't get to sleep at all" Looking down, the catwoman grimaced as the bluish fluid covered the exposed cleavage of her breasts. "Or bathe"
"Then sleep in the wagon or stay here"
"But the wagon is full of stuff! And who is that guy anyway!?" Vera pointed with obvious annoyance and exhaustion.
Bisca simply cocked a thumb. "He's Tork. He's gonna make me more bullets. But only after we reach Augith"
"That's past the mountains! You expect us to walk that whole way!?"
"I'm sure as shit not carrying you" Watching as Tork climbed up into the wagon at the driver's seat, Bisca started to walk on the left side as the wagon passed under the gate, the guards waving them through.
"Bisca! Dia and I need our beauty sleep! Can't we wait a day? Or a week?"
"Vera, she's ignoring us"
"Dammit…" hurrying to catch up, the dark elf and feline dark wizard were annoyed, exhausted, covered in slime and forced on a new journey. Gazing to the north, rising peaks rose from the land, their summits covered in ice.
Groaning, Vera thought of every vile curse directed at Bisca as she hurried to catch up.
Endrich Pass. 501 H.A. August 4th
Sheer walls of rock and ice covered the craggy walls of the pass, their gleaming surfaces pockmarked by uneven formations and ridgelines. The canyon was deep, a scar through the Hammer mountains that was one of four possible routes to the northern Basil continent. The dwarven city of Hammerfell cut through the mountains, courteous of the dwarves and their massive subterranean mines and forges. But that lay further west, far out of their travel route. After that, only the coastal lowlands and the travel routes along those kingdoms offered a way north.
But to reach the city of Augith, this was the shortest and fastest route.
Vera could see her breath billow, the dark elf wrapped tightly in a blanket as the wagon bounced and jounced across the icy road. Trying to stifle another shiver, the freezing woman looked out the back of the covered wagon. More wagons, horses, merchants and mercenaries slogged behind them, each looking just as miserable as the last.
Tork, the gnome had joined with a trade caravan at Endrich, the trade town the last stop until the actual destination. Bisca had agreed, arguing safety in numbers, especially since the mountains held bandits, ice trolls, wayverns and other ice based monsters that would just see them as victims, food, or a payday.
At least nothing had happened in the last day since entering the pass, but Vera knew that Bisca was riding up front with Tork, the gun mage keeping an eye for ambush or attack.
"I don't know why your so cold. I feel just fine" Dia Stormclaw teased from across the wagon, the cat woman not even bothering with a cloak or warmer garments. Showing off the blue ring adorning her hand that shimmered like ice, the black mage sighed with contentment even if the jouncing wagon made her ass sore.
Vera glared daggers. "You got damn lucky picking out that ice ring!"
"It is pretty nice"
The elf huffed, crossing her arms beneath her coat. "Wish I had an ice ring…stupid cat…" A gust of wind tried to blow into the wagon, but it was quickly forgotten as yells and screams erupted from the front of the wagon convoy. Monstrous growls erupted, cutting through the cold and swirling snow like daggers. A crash of splintering wood coupled with more screams rose, causing several horses nearby to neigh and kick in fright.
"VERA! DIA! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!" Bisca roared from outside the stalled wagon. Gripping a magical lancer that glowed her signature green, she stood nearby with her normal hard stare as snow whipped around her.
"I can't even freeze in peace!" the elf cried as she climbed out the back while drawing her twin blades. Shimmering as snow danced, the elven woman looked around, trying to find what was attacking them. Catching sight of a mercenary running for his life, the man was already missing an arm, the fear etched across his face palpable.
Behind him was a humanoid beast, standing six to seven feet tall with pale white skin and tufts of silver fur. Rippling with muscular strength, most held clubs or massive axes that most humans would have trouble wielding. Their faces were pinched and gnarled, showing off yellowed teeth that were mainly sharpened points or just broken. All of them were bald, the skullcap of white skin hiding the sinister look of their yellow eyes.
"ICE TROLLS!" Screaming out, the pitch was suddenly cut off as one of the creatures swung a large axe, cleaving the man in half across the stomach. Intestines and bits of flesh flew as his upper half tumbled through the frozen air, crashing into Bisca.
Shrugging off the man's upper half as steam rose from the innards, she stood erect as merchants and guards started to panic at the approaching monsters. Gore slid off her chest armor, a vile river of red and viscous flesh as the half corpse lay among a pile of snow.
Several archers were already firing, the men and women doing their best to slow down the manic beasts as another slaughtered a horse, seemingly for the joy of it as a heavyset merchant screamed and tried to flee…only to be turned into a cleaved mess of meat and blood.
"Vera! Protect Dia! Dia, use some fucking fire magic and roast these assholes!" Firing a stream of green magic, they pulsed with flashes at the closest monster, the beast howling in pain and rage as the magical bullets ripped through the tough hide and nearly severed a muscular shoulder. Hanging by a sinew of tendrilled flesh, the Ice Troll charged with it axe raised high, its war scream piercing the whirling snow.
"DIA! MAGIC! NOW!" Bisca roared out as she shot another fusillade of magical rounds into the charging beast's legs. A kneecap burst, spilling the beast a mere ten feet away as the axe clattered away. Seeing her chance, Bisca sneered down at the creature while raising her boot.
"Die"
A crushing squelch of brain matter and blood splattered onto the snow and her boots, a red stink of gore.
"FIREBALL!" Dia Stormclaw yelled as she pointed her oaken staff horizontally, her purple hair fluttering. A glowing orb of flame burst outward. It flew flat and fast across the ice road, slamming into another Ice Troll that was about to kill two fleeing archers. Its flesh burned and popped as it screamed a monster's pain, the fur catching on fire as the magical spell spread across its cold skin. Thrashing about, it swung its club, knocking over a destroyed wagon as Vera ran forward with blades drawn.
"YEAGH!" Jumping off an abandoned wagon, the dark elf twisted in mid-air, her double swords drawn as she plunged downward. Skewering the blades through the burning troll's neck, slick blood erupted as fire ate the flesh. Ripping her blades out, the female retreated as three more trolls strode forward, their weapons dripping with fresh blood.
"FIREBALL!" Another roiling orb of fire slew across the area, striking the center troll as it staggered, the magical energy finding the silver fur and skin easy to eat.
"Time to burn you fucking locust!" Bisca ran forward, her weapon changed to a green, glowing tank on her back attached with a strange nozzle. Screaming in hatred, she pushed more magic forward as a stream of burning, green energy erupted, washing over the three trolls like a flood.
The monsters bellowed in horror as their skin erupted in green flames, the heat eating fur and blackening flesh with a stanching crackle of sizzling meat. The beasts flailed like matchsticks, easy prey for the archers and nearby mercs.
Two more trolls remained, the beasts beyond furious as spittle erupted from their mouths. Yellowed teeth almost cracked with rage as they ran forward, their bloodied axes dripping with warm gore.
"FIREBALL!" Dia shouted once more, a third spell racing over the ice and stone ground, but she missed, the burst of heat and fire crashing into an already burning wagon and the crushed corpses.
Bisca didn't even see the trolls anymore. All she saw were the locust, the monsters that consumed her homeworld in suffering and war. "DIE! DIE FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE!" Yelling in absolute fury and dripping with hatred, she unleashed another stream of green magic, the plume of heated energy consuming the charging beasts. Like before, they screamed and danced with burning skin, the magic simply crawling and consuming in an endless parade of magic. One fell dead, its body stinking liked charred meat, leaving the last to try and crawl away, most of its body burned beyond recognition.
Stomping forward, Bisca dispelled her weapons, and pulled her combat knife, her face a contortment of rage and bloodlust. Grabbing the horrifically wounded troll by the skull cap, she drew the blade across its throat without any pause. Blood flowed from the slit, spilling steaming liquid across the snow. Wiping the blade across the corpse's charred back, Bisca re-sheathed the knife.
"Bisca? Are you alright?" Vera asked in concern, not liking the stare her friend was giving her.
All Bisca could see was blood and fire, an endless pulsing of screams and dying that thudded in her ears in conjunction with her heartbeat. Bodies littered the ground, the gore and blood so thick it reached her waist. Monsters howled around her, their slicked bone arms rushing forward to stab and skewer her form as they screeched.
"Bisca?"
The voice snapped her back to reality, the concerned look of Vera and Dia studying her. Looking sideways as the elf held a supporting hand on her shoulder armor, the gun mage blinked, the tints of red fading away.
"I'm fine" Casting a gaze toward Dia, the greenette gave a small nod of approval. "We'll have to increase your magical power, but you did a decent job" Walking away, the woman pointed to a group of mercs looking down at one of the dead trolls with revulsion and muttered horror. "Get your asses moving! Find any wounded! If anybody comes across the dead, we pile them for a funeral pyre! We can't bury them and monsters will eat their remains! You!"
"Uh…me? A young brunette woman gulped, her light armor and stare indicating a novice status. Her sword had a few flecks of blood, meaning she was one of the mercs to slay the trolls that burned earlier.
"Yes, you. Start collecting food and water for everybody that needs it"
"Y…yes! Right away!"
"Tork! You, still alive?"
"Aye lass. I hid under the wagon as you fought like a madwoman"
"Good. Now work with the other merchants and wagon owners. Salvage any goods or supplies from the dead"
Tork frowned heavily, the gnome looking at some of the corpses. "Raiding the dead? It's…not proper Bisca"
Her face hardened, her stance going rigid. "They won't need it anymore. If we're attacked again, those supplies could mean the difference between life and death. Or have you forgotten this is a mountain pass filled with ice and snow?"
The gnome knew the woman was right, but damn, it made him fell awful. "Alright, I'll work with them"
It took nearly two hours to reorganize and clear the dead horses, ruined wagons and corpses.
Thirteen men and women had died, including two merchants. All were piled together, the words for a hasty funeral already spoken. Dia lit the pile of bodies on fire, her face a twisted mixture of horror and sorrow. The flames crackled, eating the men and women as the flesh began to blacken.
Watching for a moment, Bisca turned away as the smell began to waft and pop with sizzling meat. "Let's go. The faster we get out this pass, the less likely we're attacked again"
"Bisca? Shouldn't we wait and pay our respects? Some of these people lost friends and comrades" Dia reasoned, the feline woman's tail drooping with sorrow.
"Funerals are only a benefit to those alive. The dead don't care what you do" Recreating her magical lancer, the light gave off a soft green as the woman walked toward the front of the column. "Let's go! We don't want to be here when more of those fuckers show up!" Looking upward at the sheer walls of the passage between the mountains. Bisca could feel the stares of enemy eyes.
The wagons started to move, most eager to leave the dead behind as the pyre burned, the crackling fire consuming those fallen.
The column of merchants and wagons had made it several miles, reaching the middle point by the time night fell. It was cold, the gusts of wind trying to cut through the makeshift camp that was established near a few outcroppings of rock. It blocked some of the slicing wind, but not all as the wagons formed a semi-circle, forming a barrier as the humans and assorted minor races camped near the sheer rock walls.
A massive fire was burning in the center, warming the group as they ate a late dinner, the rations delicious to hungry bellies. Of course, there was more now considering the losses earlier in the day.
Most of the mood was forlorn, a depressed mixture and relief it hadn't been one of them. Groups huddled together in warm blankets, speaking low whispers.
Tork looked over at Bisca, his natural curiosity begging for answers. "Tell me Bisca. Can your firearms achieve the same damage you displayed with your magic earlier today?"
"For the most part. But my most powerful spell puts them to shame"
"Then why do you need your firearms?"
Bisca shrugged, the cold biting at her cheeks. "A good backup in case my magic runs out in mid battle or an anti-magic user attacks me again. I can use swords or knives in a pinch, but I prefer guns" The fire popped, a crackle and hiss that prompted the woman to rise. "I'm going to check the perimeter" Walking away with a crunch of snow under her heavy boots, several of the merchants or their guards watched her leave, none wanting to move from the roaring flames.
"I'll join her. Dia, you just rest, you used a lot of your magic today"
Dia had to agree, after all, she was still only a 'D' rank adventurer. Her magic was nothing compared to some of the higher rank mages or wizards. Even several hours after the fight, her mana was still recharging. A good night's sleep would fix it.
Still, she wanted to stay up for a little while longer.
Bisca left the circle of wagons, passing a few of the guards posted to keep an eye out. They gave a respectful nod but made no other attempts at conversation.
Walking toward an outcropping of rock that rested near a sharp turn in the Endrich Pass, the woman sat on it as the sheer ice walls and rocks turned Eastward, one of many zig-zags in the mountain passage that could hide monster dens, caves or bandits encampments.
The wind bit at her rosy cheeks, her green hair lightly fluttering under her signature hat. Looking upward, the twin moons and velvet sky was amazingly clear, a backdrop of serenity as unknown constellations twinkled like diamonds.
Vera was cold, but she was worried about her friend. Clutching her thick cloak tighter, she sat on the same rock, staring up at the same sky.
"Thinking of home?"
Bisca barely nodded her head, the movement almost missed. "A little. Still strange to have two moons in the sky"
The silence returned, both women really doing nothing for several minutes. "What's a locust? You yelled about one during the battle"
Immediately, the gun mages face hardened as her eyes filled with barely controlled hate, her stare boring into the elf. "You don't need to know about that" Practically snarling the words, Bisca left the rock outcrop, her boots landing in the snow.
"Bisca. I'm worried ab—"
"Quiet" The woman hissed, her eyes darting to the elevated cliffs thirty feet above. A spillage of light ice clattered around the sharp bend, the material tumbling down as the gun mage narrowed her eyes. Moving swiftly toward the bend, Bisca looked upward, her instincts giving a fresh scream of coming danger.
A shadow loomed far above, then another and another on both sides of the chasm. More falling rocks and ice fell, creating a symphony of dread as several of the creatures dropped, the monsters landing with a fresh wave of snarls fifty feet away.
"We're under attack!" Bisca screamed out as she summoned a magical mulcher from her arsenal. Glowing green in the desolate night as the ice trolls ran forward to kill and slaughter, the gun mage unleashed a fresh wave of harsh light into the charging mass. The first three died, their bodies shredded into piles of meat, but with twenty of the monsters running forward on powerful legs and carrying weapons capable of cleaving men in half, they would be ferocious against the camp.
Vera drew her blades, the cold air and swirling snow forgotten as she stood next to her comrade and friend, waiting for the Trolls to reach them.
"DIE!" Snarling out the word, Bisca pushed more of her magic into the weapon, the sheering whine of it a pulsing light that chopped and ripped through Troll flesh. Arcing the magical fire back and forth across the narrow chasm, the magic slaughtered and maimed the monsters, the mindless beasts really having no comprehension of retreat. Even if they tried, Bisca wouldn't let them as her magical mulcher burned with an intense emerald glow.
Bodies and limbs flew, separated as blood and flesh took full damage. Dirty fur and hair burned, the agonized cries of the beasts echoing off the walls. Ice Trolls piled in a heap before Bisca, the trolls clambering over the dead in a monstrous madness of rage and hate to kill the invaders of their territory. One climbed the pile of corpses, brandishing a massive war axe as his mouth opened in a bellow of bloodlust…only to be chopped in half by the magical rounds burning through the flesh of all.
"AUUUGHH! DIIIIEEE!" Bisca screamed out, her brow flitting with sweat as she poured magic and hate into the barrage. Only when the last troll fell dead fifteen feet away, its warclub clattering away did she stop, leaving the Endrich Pass absolutely silent as snow gusted amongst the corpses of monsters.
"She just killed twenty ice trolls…" a mercenary whispered, the guards having sprinted to the fight, only to find themselves unneeded.
A woman jumped up, her dark hair waving while pumping a fist. "Three cheers for Bisca, the Troll Slayer!"
Cheers and jovial laughter erupted from the merchants, men and women alike giving their support.
"BISCA THE TROLL SLAYER! BISCA THE TROLL SLAYER!"
A man rushed up, an obvious merchant or trader judging by his finer clothes and outfit. Grasping Bisca's hand, he fervently shook it. "My brother is the lord of Augith and the surrounding lands, you saved all our lives Miss Bisca! I'll make sure your rewarded for your bravery!" Smiling, the trader shook her hand fervently.
"Uh…what? I was just killing monsters…" Frankly, she really didn't know how to react as more members of the trade convoy surrounded her, each wanting to give congratulations with handshakes and slaps on the back.
"Okay! Everybody give her some space! That obviously used considerable magic and she could use some rest. Let's just make sure no more of those Trolls attack us during the night and clear a path before the bodies freeze completely!" Vera shouted before leading the sudden hero back toward the camp.
"Vera. I have a lot more magic…" Bisca whispered, her mind bewildered by the sudden cheering. Nobody ever cheered, she was just a soldier that eliminated the threat.
"Just get into the wagon and rest, okay?"
Bisca thought about arguing but decided against it. Giving an audible sigh, she climbed into the back of Tork's wagon. Finding a place among the belongings of the gnome, she lay down, finding that sleep wouldn't come as the activity of the encampment kept her stirring for several hours.
Only when the first cracks of dawn started to show over the mountains did the gun mage finally find sleep…and it wasn't pleasant.
Piles of corpses lay about the broken city, the cratered roadways flooded with crimson blood. Fire and gunfire filled the air, along with rampant explosions the toppled broken buildings. Charred remnants of families and children lay like smoking ash, many crushed underfoot as a trio of Brumaks unleashed a rocket barrage.
"Keep fighting! Keep fighting!" Bisca howled as she sprayed gunfire over the crumbling brick of a shattered wall. Locust drones unleashed fresh gunfire, the fusillade mixing with the screams of Stabbers and wretches that wanted to rip her limb from limb. "Natsu! Cana! Sorano! Don't give up!" Howling the words, she ducked down to turn, only to find herself alone.
A rocket burst nearby, flinging her into the open as a drone ran up, it's snarling face and yellow eyes showing glee. Raising its boot, the drone brought it down in a skull crushing blow just as a wretch pulled at her shoulder, its shriek mind numbingly loud.
Bisca gasped, instantly rising upwards while simultaneously pulling her sidearm and pointing it at the threat. Eyes frantic, she searched for the all consuming nightmare.
"Bisca! Relax! It was just a nightmare, okay?" Vera said in a comforting tone with her hands in a raised manner.
Slowly recognizing the dark elf and Dia Stormclaw who looked quite alarmed, Bisca slowly lowered the gun, the horrific visions fading. "Right…a nightmare…"
The rocking of the wagon caused her to shift, the greenette glancing out of the flap as sunlight poured through.
"You slept for a whole day. Must've been more exhausted than you thought" Dia tried to smile before pulling the flap away, revealing terraced farmland and peasants working the land beyond. "We should be in Augith by noon. But at least we're out of those mountains"
"I understand"
Vera extended her arm, holding a ration of bread and cheese while sunlight illuminated her silver hair and tanned skin. "Here, you must be hungry"
A growling stomach made Bisca agree, the woman grabbing the food and immediately tear a piece of bread with her teeth. Chewing slowly as the wagon rocked along the road, Bisca looked up as Vera studied her. "What?"
The elf leaned against one of the sideboards, crossing her arms beneath her sizable bust while stretching out her legs. "Bisca. You have nightmares almost every night. I've known you for a couple of months now, but I'm really starting to get worried. Same with Dia"
The cat woman swiftly nodded, her pointed ears and purple hair bobbing. "We're your friends and team-mates. You can trust us" Dia's tail tilted and swished behind her, a purple furred appendage as she leaned forward. "It wasn't hard to figure out, Bisca. You're from another world. Nobody in the caravan has seen weapons like yours, or the armor and magic you used to kill those Trolls. If you miss home, you can talk about it with us"
Bisca tore another piece of bread with her teeth, slowly chewing, her eyes boring into both women across from her. "I don't want to talk about it"
Crouching as she swigged down some water, the woman moved toward the front, joining Tork as the wagon bounced one more.
"Damn. She's just so stubborn. We can help if she would just let us" Vera groused, the elf pouting in annoyance at her friend. "By the way, when did you figure it out? About Bisca I mean?"
"I talked with some of the merchants. Some of them are from Lanis or Occeaven and none have seen equipment like Bisca's…anywhere. Plus, one of them told me a rumor that the kingdom of Lanis summoned heroes to deal with the demon king. Do you think Bisca could be one of them?"
"That doesn't even make sense. If the holy church of Lanis had summoned her, she would appear there, not in some random forest half a world away. I'm of the belief that some evil summoner or spell caster tried to bring her to his or her castle for nefarious means, but something went wrong" Pressing a hand to her bosom, Vera smiled. "I may not be a practitioner, but no way would the church of Lanil would make such a horrific error"
"Or is it Lanill, with two 'L's?"
Dia slowly agreed, her bangs shifting as Tork continued to drive. "Your probably right"
"I know I am" Wording it with superior smugness, Vera had zero notion of how wrong she was.
Bisca basked in the sunlight, the summer day a comfortable warmth due to the closeness of the mountains. Crossing her legs and doing her best to relax, she eyed the churning river that rushed by on her right, a runoff of melted snow and ice from the craggy mountain range behind them. A few waterfalls splashed downward, dousing nearby terraces of rice with the moisture.
Several peasants and farmers eyed the trade caravan, but most were uncaring as the string of wagons rolled past, their destination the distant city still a mere speck on the horizon.
"How'd ya sleep, Miss Bisca?" Tork asked, the gnome keeping a loose reign on his lone horse as it snorted.
"Bad like always. No different than daytime on occasion" Stretching, she titled her hat, letting the brim block the sun above.
"Sounds like night demons. There are some dream -talkers in Augith if you're interested?"
"No thanks" Taking a sip of water from her canteen, she enjoyed the cool liquid as Tork shrugged. As far as he was concerned, she could ignore his offer. Deciding to change the subject, the gnome spoke. "We should be at my father's shop in about three hours. He'll be interested in your weapons, guaranteed. But…that rich merchant, the one who's brother is the lord of Augith will want to give you some honors. Not a man to snub. I recommend you accept his offer when we calls for you"
Bisca groaned, not really wanting to deal with some stuffy noble or lord. But unless she ran away immediately, they'd find her. And by then, they'd be less hospitable based on what she knew of aristocrats. "Fine"
"Who knows, maybe you could ask for their help making these new weapons. After all, the kingdom of Bantill is small. Only about two million citizens and Ghevan to the NorthWest wants nothing more than to conquer us. We have wealth, are more advanced and a central trade hub for the region"
"Bantill?"
"That's the country we're in? You didn't know that?" Tork asked incredulously and with surprise.
"I really didn't care" Bisca shrugged before continuing. "So what's stopping Ghevan from invading?"
"The Principality of Valos to the East is an ally, but I hear they're sending several thousand troops to deal with the demon king. It will weaken their ability to send military aid to us if war breaks out. But Ghevan is dealing with a famine so hopefully that will place their focus on internal matters" Tork easily explained.
Bisca snorted in derision. "I doubt it. With people starving and your fields full of crops, your country will be even more tempting to take" Sighing, the woman really didn't want to think about the possibility of war with some random country she just learned about. Tilting her cowgirl hat forward, she simply watched the fields roll by as Augith loomed closer and closer.
501. H.A. August 6th City of Augith. Vork's Engineering Shop
Steam powered machinery chugged along the walls as pipes of boiling water fed numerous engines, their massive size feeding the craft of invention and development. Pushing upward, two smoke stacks jutted from the structure in the middle of the city, belching tendrils of steam into the clear sky. Wedged between a glass maker and an armor forge, the shop was well located in the burgeoning industrial sector of Augith.
A city of a mere fifty thousand people, it was walled like many others, but a technical center for craftsmen, artists and those seeking to invent. Regarded as one of the most advanced cities on the continent, Augith enjoyed a relatively peaceful citizenry as trade for glass, eye wear, early steam engines and other goods kept them rich with commerce.
They even made observation balloons, a staple for military observation to keep an eye on Ghevan to the West and North-West borders past the Vann Forest and identically named river that made up the border.
Vork peered through some thick glasses, his coned hat of red mixing well with his black work smock. Standing among a throng of his workers, the gnome was studying singular bullets and the firearms as Bisca stood nearby. Muttering admiration came from the workers, each wanting a change to handle the advanced technology.
"Tork my son, where did you find this woman? These will make us a household name!" Holding up the longshot, the gnome worked the bolt, the elder immensely impressed by the action. "Amazing…far better than my blunderbuss"
"Rill was looking out for me that day. A blessing of manufacturing and engineering as this woman walked into my failing shop"
"Indeed! Indeed! Tork, work with Gorm, Vik and Trek. Draw up blueprints for these…bullets and the needed materials! Bogo! Start on developing the steam powered machinery needed to build these weapons en masse! I'll work with Farin and draw up blueprints for these weapons! By Rill, We will be the weapon manufacturer for the whole region!" Looking at Bisca and the two other women in her group, Vork stroked his thick, graying beard. "Twenty percent of sales will go to you, along with any ammunition you require"
Steam hissed suddenly, a large turbine in the back slowly turning as the heat of the shop floor wafted with a billow.
Bisca stroked her chin, knowing the money would be sizable once production started. Looking at Dia and Vera who were simply awestruck by the gnomish machinery around them, Bisca returned her attention to Vork. "How long until you think the first batch of ammunition is ready? Or the rifles?"
Vork studied his work crew, then his manufactory, his mind running the calculations. "I'd say four weeks, a month and a half to be safe"
"Twenty five percent"
"Mpfh. Deal. I'll write up the contract. Give me half an hour" Leaving the shop floor, Bisca stood guard over her weapons, the gnomes almost salivating as they drew up plans for major renovations and the coming work.
"Bisca? Think we can leave soon? I'm starving…" Vera mumbled.
"You'll survive for another few minutes." Bisca retorted with a wave as Vork retuned, the half hour passing quickly as the gnome holding two similar magical tablets approached. Picking one up, Bisca read…then re-read the contract, finding it to her liking before signing with a magical infused pen. Switching with the gnome, she signed again.
"Excellent! Now to work! Miss Bisca, you can take your firearms with you. I'll contact you if we need to make adjustments or revise our blueprints"
"They work fast" Sliding the magical contract into a side pouch, Bisca collected her gear. A wave goodbye wasn't needed, the workforce already engrossed in their tasks as the three women left.
Stepping outside, the afternoon still burned with daylight, despite the hunger each of them felt. Vera groaned, the elf clutching her stomach in pain.
"You act like you haven't eaten in weeks? Seriously, you're like an eating machine"
"No, I'm not! I just want a good meal!" Stomping her foot, the dark elf's breasts jiggled at the cleavage, just causing Bisca to shake her head. "Be careful or they'll pop out. Dia, you can pick where we eat and tomorrow we'll find a few quests. Our funds are pretty low so we'll be busy"
"Yes! Adventure! Quests and Loot!" Dia cheered, the cat woman excited as the trio quickly faded into the bustling city of steam and infantile industry.
501. H.A. August 8th, the Fortress city of Dagon
Celeste Brightwood steered her horse underneath the archway of the city gate, the walls of stone lined with guards and archers. Foot traffic, carts and pedestrians weaved around the holy knight, most trying to give a wide berth to the armor clad warrior. Blonde hair weaving with a light breeze, Celeste kept a tight grip on the stirrup as she continued to move through the congested streets.
Locating the local branch of the church, she found the priest and robed sisters of the parish kind and welcoming. Providing a stable for her horse and room to store her belongings, Celeste was treated to a warm meal and drink.
Father Horace smiled at the blonde knight, eating with several of the sisters for a simple lunch. "I hope you don't mind my prying, but what is a holy knight of Lanill doing in Dagon? We're a simple fortress city"
Celeste dabbed a napkin against her full lips, the woman making sure to follow proper etiquette. "I can not say much, father for these orders come from the highest ranks of the church. But I am searching for somebody. I hope you can understand that I cannot say more not only for their own safety, but ours as well"
The priest gave a knowing smile, his balding head having a slick shine under the falling shafts of light though a nearby window. "Of course. Please forgive my curiosity. You may stay here for as long as you need. May I suggest you rest? Your journey was long and you look quite exhausted"
Celeste momentarily yawned, finding the priests words true. She was exhausted and a good rest would do her wonders. Smiling despite the aches and pains from the journey to this city, Celeste slowly stood.
"Agnes, Sara? Please make sure our guest is comfortable and if she requires anything, we will do our best to accommodate"
"Of course, father" two sisters bowed, their white robes showing off their youthful figures. Following the two sisters further into the church, Celeste was asleep by the time her head hit the pillow in her temporary room.
Finding the Dagon Adventure guild the next morning, the blonde knight found herself refreshed and in high spirits. A healthy breakfast provided by Father Horace and the sisters of the church was exceptionally pleasant, increasing her mood. Looking around the entranceway, Celeste was aware of several gazes falling upon her, no doubt men studying her beauty. She ignored their gazes, knowing none would dare approach a representative of the church and the goddess.
"It was a long journey, but at least the hero Bisca managed to find herself a decent city to establish herself. I hate to think what would have happened if the summoning had landed her in Ghevan. I've heard rumors of their hostility toward free women and slavery"
"I'll have to remind the church of that country's crimes. They're supposed to follow the light of Lanill, yet the rumors are too widespread. At least they're beyond the mountains and not a threat to the country of Elden" Concluding the thoughts, Celeste pushed the doors of the guild open. Several adventurers glanced her way, studying the shimmering armor and sword at her hip that paired with Celeste's flowing blonde locks. Shrugging, most went about their business, either eating in the dining hall or discussing jobs or other issues pertaining to them.
Waiting her turn, Celeste soon found herself at the reception desk, her gaze falling upon one of the rabbit folk. A beautiful female with a large busom, thin waist and perky rabbit ears. Auburn hair and azure eyes stared back with a warm smile. "Welcome to the Dagon Adventure Guild. I'm Callie. How can I help you?"
Holding up her badge identifying herself as Holy Knight of the church, Celeste knew it would be enough to even meet kings if necessary as the auburn woman quickly understood the weight of authority the knight carried.
"Yes. I am looking for Bisca Mulan and Vera Nightblade. It is vitally important for the church that I see them immediately" Smiling her most pleasant smile and speaking in a kind, soothing tone, Celeste's mood was more than hospitable.
Callie raised her hands in apology. "I'm sorry, but Miss Bisca left Dagon in late June"
Celeste immediately slammed her palms against the counter top of the desk, startling several people. "Do you know where she was going!? Any information you have is of vital importance!" Trying to stay calm, the news was like a thunderbolt as the rabbit woman picked up a magical tablet that linked all the guilds together across the continent. Scrolling through with peering eyes, her pointed ears twitched as Celeste did all she could to rein in her panic.
"Let's see… There's a report that she was attacked by several slavers and hostile ex-adventurers near Oakfell. The bandit leader was captured by her and slated for execution. After that, there was a check in at the Capital a month ago…Ah! As of yesterday, Bisca Mulan is in the city of Augith, the country of Bantill. Isn't that city known for invention and science?"
Looking up, Callie saw the knight already running out of the guild, her blonde hair flowing like grain.
Sprinting along the bustling road, Celeste knew time was not to be wasted as she weaved past pedestrians in a mad rush. Arriving at the church with her cheeks heated and breathing ragged, Celeste immediately began to gather her belongings.
"Are you leaving us already, my dear?" Father Horace inquired, the priest finding the woman hastily packing.
"Yes, my target is now in Augith and there is no time to waste" Trying to remain calm, the words were tinted with the first vestiges of panic. Feeling a hand upon her shoulder, the priest looked at her with a smile. "Celeste. Rushing won't change the fact that the journey will take more than a month of travel. Take the time to properly prepare for your mission"
Pausing, the blonde gave a curt nod. "Your words speak truth. I still need to replenish my supplies and I could use a fresh horse. Mine is no doubt still weary from my journey here"
"Then properly prepare. Please let myself or the sisters know if we can be of any assistance"
Celeste pursed her lips, not wanting to take advantage of their kindness, but the mission's importance won in the end.
"I could use a fresh horse. Or better yet, a griffon to hasten my journey"
"We can help with a new horse, but this city has no griffons. The capital does, but they are reserved for the sky knights. You'd be hard pressed to acquire one even with the authority granted by the goddess"
"Then a horse will do. Please prepare the steed while I go and acquire provisions" Rushing out of the room, Celeste was all haste as the older man shook his head.
"Youth. Always in a rush"
Night had fallen, the stars a dusting of diamonds in the early august sky above the city. Riding the fresh horse laden down with fresh supplies in traveling bags, Celeste passed under the northern gate of Dagon's walls, the guards not really giving a damn to some woman leaving at night.
The air was a pleasant cool, a break from the summer heat of the day as the knight kept the horse up to a firm trot. Pushing the animal hard at this point would be a mistake, almost guaranteeing its exhaustion. The city of Augith was over a month away by foot, but with her fresh steed, the journey should take significantly less time.
"If my estimations are correct, I should arrive in Augith by the end of the month or the first days of September. Bisca should be easy to find then, and hopefully we can return to Kalm and the continent of Lanis by the middle of next month" Looking up at the serenity of the night, Celeste felt a calm wash over her.
Soon, Bisca the tenth hero would be with the others, and the world could be saved from the demon king.
There we go! Chapter Two is done! Hopefully everybody who reads this story enjoys it! I know its still young, but I do plan on some big battles, horrific monsters etc as it progresses. And if somebody has an issue with how she uses magic? Deal with it. It's fanfiction so who cares. Any firearm she's ever used can be reformed with her magic so that's how it works. As for gnomes crafting new ammunition for her physical firearms, why not? They're always master craftsmen or engineers so its entirely possible. Don't like it? Then go read something else.
Anyway. Hope everybody enjoys the chapter!
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