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Mallus, Endtimes
I’ll have to be quick; We’ve all been busy these days and the world and for me that means having favors called in and people asking for them in return. Seems like the world’s coming up by its seams and a certain Cousin of ours needs you to rescue someone; apparently some sort of hero-type like yourselves. It's the least we can do doesn’t it? Of course, by we, I mean you. All five of you in fact.
The world was ending and here they were going to rescue someone on the word of Bardin’s Cousin, as if there weren’t countless ways to spend their last few days.
Of course, Kerillian didn’t have the heart to say it like that, even now as a Sister of the Thorn. She could feel the Weave’s last breaths, and she knew, in some small part, she had played a part in it. She couldn’t be fully blamed for it; they had taken her doubts and uncertainties and knew that she merely played a small part in a larger and grander thing than they could have imagined… as had they all.
The five stepped through the Bridge of Shadows and once again felt nauseous as the world went dark blue before they arrived at their destination… it looked like dwarf work to Kerllian’s eyes, but it
“So Cousin Okri himself is calling in a favor eh?” Markus Kruber (or De Mandelot. Mayfly names were odd and apparently this situation was caused by the ‘quirks’) said, looking at Bardin. The Engineer grinned as they started on their path.
“He’s probably been having quite a time himself. Least he’s keeping in touch.” Bardin replied. Hefting his Cog Hammer as the group moved forwards. Kerillian felt a pulse of something, stumbling a bit. Like a Lumberfoot, which of course was noted.
“Are you feeling alright Kerillian?” Sienna asked, the Fire-mage looking at her friend with concern.
“I’ve been better.” She admitted under her breath. “The sooner we’re back in the Keep the better.”
It wouldn’t feel better of course; she could just feel the edges of the Weave fraying. The end was getting closer and closer by the minute… In another twist of Irony she had become a Sister of the Thorn and would be allowed to remember all those closest to her; because they were all going to meet the same fate, in the end.
Journey into the dwarf ruins was oddly quiet; nothing save the sounds of the broken halls of dwarfen make.
“Never had a job this quiet before.” Markus murmured. “Least with Lohner. Something horrible happened here before we came in.”
“We should be grateful for small blessings, considering the mess.” Kerillian replied.
“Aye Wutelgi.. Wouldn’t want to invoke whatever caused this.”
A mighty battle had happened here. Victor Saltzpyre was already speaking of otherworldly corruption (which considering they all had been to the Wastes was… correct. And obvious to them)
Skaven tried to interfere, but the Pactsworn were broken years ago. It was almost nostalgic to kill clan rats, though these were marked by Clan Eshin. It seemed, in fact, that there were too many of them; it seemed every half-a-moment she needed to lift up a Sneak-rat only to have Bardin and Sienna shooting them in the head. They weren’t there for them it seemed.
It should have been quick, but then they came across the rubble deep in the place, with… something in the distance they all tried not to look at. Moving the rubble was made easier by most of their abilities. (Sienna stood by and gave encouragement… and slayed any other skaven coming by.)
When they uncovered the target it was… just a mayfly; blonde of hair and dressed in a red cloak and blue clothing that had seen better days. “Ah, another mayfly, joy.”
“Be silent, he’s just taking his breaths.”
The man was helped up by Bardin and Saltspyre. He wearily looked at them, clutching a book for dear life. “Where-” he coughed violently.
“Easy there Umgi, we’re here to help. Cousin Okri sent us.”
“Who?”
“Long story, but any friend of Okri is a friend of ours. Now, let’s see about getting you out of here without the Raki getting any ideas.”
“And… that?”
The rift closed… whatever possibilities there were gone, and the man seemed to have felt as if an opportunity was forever closed to him…
“We have the bloodling with us, now, to the Waystone.”
“My name is Felix Jaeger.” He said aloud, managing to stand on his own. “How… who are-”
“Nevermind that,” Kruber said as Kerillian felt the Weave convulse in pure terror. Eyes widening as she rushed first. The others followed suit as the ruin began to rumble and shake, collapsing and killing some of the rats in their way, the Bridge of Shadows opened around the Waystone, the skies turned blood red around them as they approached as Kerillian could feel the Weave’s dying breaths before they entered and-
Something was very, VERY wrong.
—-
The world stopped making sense. Memories and feelings went through Kerrilian’s mind; once she thought she heard the voice of Khaine, driving her forward with her being one of his Shades, but that wasn’t right, she was a Handmaiden of…. No, she was a Waystalker-
“Move! Forwards!” One Eye called out from the void. There were meaningless directions in this place until she saw it, a moon. Not the False Moon the mayflies called Morrslieb, the proper one, the natural one.
“To the Storm!”
“What? That looks nothing like a-”
Kerillian blinked; it began to shift around. She could hear an urging towards the moon. And She followed. The moon hung over the Waystone and it was their only chance. It would take them where they were needed. Daemons would notice them if they did not get there in time and then her soul would…
The Pale Queen would be better than what waited for her.
Markus thought he was going mad; this was worse than the Skittergate; it made him feel like he was stuck in a small boat in the middle of a horrific storm. The boat-metaphor was further confused as he could see strange ships up in the air that vanished in a blink. He tried not to look too long though, the eyes looked back too.
Now where do you think you’re taking them, Lilieth? Didn’t you learn your lesson at the Haven? NOTHING ESCAPES FROM ME.
That voice gave all of the Ubersreik Five pause for just a moment as shadows began to lap up on the ‘path’ behind them. Felix cursed, given what had just happened the last time he heard that voice.
Victor saw it; by Sigmar he saw it! Sigmar himself faced off against the Everchosen as the world crumbled around them. Ghal Maranz, the Holy Hammer itself in his hands. He was calling him. He knew it. Something, the voice of doubt in the back of his mind told him to be more suspicious but Sigmar had provided for his chosen… he had to. “Sigmar, if you have ever heard me before then hear me now. Grant them safety.”
It might not have, Victor thought immediately afterwards, been wise to distract the first Emperor of Men but surely Sigmar would dispatch the heretic.
Bardin of course merely saw the reality of it; the silvery light leading them down the path… and yet he felt like it was taking days merely to move, chaos trying to slow their steps to the Elven Waystone. They needed a miracle to pull this off and if they couldn’t then it would all be for nothing… it wouldn’t be a fitting end for the Slayer (no he was still a ranger and… the Ironbreaker shook his head.)
The Shadows behind them manifested as a shadowy hand, the face of the First Daemon Prince manifesting as they entered the Waystone’s range. Sienna prepared a final spell to make her mark but even as his hand pierced it Bel’akor froze as his hand vanished, a look of surprise and pain followed on the daemon’s face as the Ubersreik Five (and Felix) vanished from sight.
… So be it. Chaos finds all things eventually.
Besides, he had more pressing matters: one more dead world in the wake of Chaos was not something that needed his direct attention after all… it was time to carve his own Empire once again in a fresh, new reality.
—-
Kerrilian felt profoundly empty for a moment before she realized her heart was still beating and she was breathing. Meanwhile the sun was shining, hidden slightly by an autumn tree.
For a moment she thought as was in Tirsyth the Weave here was so similar to that sad place-
This place had a Weave, sort of. It was in the same way a mayfly (an actual one, but she supposed a human would be a good example) had a lifespan; it wasn’t quite as grand as such a term would suggest but it was there. She stood up, balancing herself with her staff. She felt drained and weary, but she was alive. That was good for now.
“Urgh, I think I've had enough of going into weird portals for one lifetime…”
“Kruber?”
The Grail Paladin stood up. “Oh thank the Lady. I thought… I thought you’d-” He paused as he took in his surroundings. “... This ain’t Taal’s Keep.”
“Observant as always.” Kerillian was thankful for her mask, it helped to hide the smile. “Not sure where this is but I doubt staying here will help.”
“I don’t suppose you know where Saltzpyre and the others are?”
Kerrilian looked; they were in a clearing in a forest of eternal autumn. She was initially worried that Sienna would have set fire to the place but she quickly noticed Saltzpyre’s armor glinting in the sunlight and the faint scent of Alcohol and steam nearby made Bardin easier to find. Sienna and Felix were nearby. With an exchange of glances she went to help Sienna and their new Mayfly companion while Kruber worked with One-Eye and the dwarf.
—-
Felix was actually enjoying being at peace for a moment. The “Ubersriek Five” were pleasant enough, and the scenery was certainly a change of pace from almost dying in a collapsed ruin. The only thing that was missing was Gotrek.
Granted, upon reflection he doubted Gotrek would already be fuming at running from the fight, even if it was that or certain death. Still, he had been granted a mighty doom; he wasn’t sure why this “Cousin Okri” would go back for him…
“Okri’s a weird sort; the good kind of weird.” Bardin explained. “Can’t imagine what goes through his head half the time.”
“I see it runs in the family then.”
“Aye, that it does Wutelgi!” Bardin agreed. Felix shot a glance at the other humans in the group. The Warrior-Priest looked to be annoyed but… confused at the situation, looking down at his hammers as if there was some small flaw only he could see. The Pyromancer’s flames looked dulled as well but he assumed that was normal. The Knight of Bretonnia with a Reikland accent was, oddly, perhaps the most normal.
“So.” Felix began. “How did… forgive me? It's a bit hard to ask this… but how did you five meet. It’s a bit of a motley group.”
“At the Red Moon Inn. Quite a story actually; I was being hauled to a murder trial by Saltzpyre.
Felix nodded for a moment before it actually hit him, which Sienna chuckled at. Saltzpyre sighed. “It was the only way to ensure proper justice would be carried out. I hired Sir Kruber before he found out about his… heritage. While we stayed at the Red Moon Inn for the night when the Rat-men attacked with only the Dwarf and the Elf able to aid us against the horrors…”
“And after that,” Kerillian replied. “We were practically stuck together like a tangle of thorns … and with any extras like yourself.”
“You have to forgive her, Dawri, ever since she’s become half-tree she’s been a bit more prickly than usual.” Bardin replied.
“For the last time, Bardin, I'm not half-tree! It's… more complicated than that.”
She looked at Felix. “It… is a complicated sort of purpose for why I remain with them, though you likely have some experience with that.”
He frowned and stared ahead; the endless autumn of this place. It was beautiful; even in all his travels he’d never seen something quite like this.. But that raised the question of where they were. He had half a mind of asking the Wood Elf, but she seemed lost in thought.
“It would be rather easy to set this forest ablaze if I'm not careful.” Sienna said with a hint of anticipation that made Felix worry for a moment.
“Let’s not push our luck Sienna.” Markus replied. “Considering we’re wandering in the woods and Taal wouldn’t exactly be happy with ya if you set the place ablaze without good reason.’
“Indeed.” Victor added, looking to the elf. “We don’t even know where we are.”
Felix looked around him for a brief moment; it was oddly quiet now; not even the gentle birdsong was there… while uneasy the wind still breezed past them. “I don't know either. I thought this… might have been a Realm of Althel Loren but the Weave here is…”
She trailed off as she looked to the woods, her staff ready. “Something is here.”
Felix drew out his sword and the others readied themselves. Red eyes gleamed from the woods as the figures rushed towards them, almost blindly fast. It had the shape of a wolf, but it’s body was pitch black like a moonless night, with bone-like protrusions jutting out from it’s body.
Kerrilian’s eyes widened as a chilling revelation came to her; whatever it was it wasn’t related to Chaos. It was an odd one to have as a ravenous demon-like parody of a canine lunged at One-Eye, but she could feel it. It HATED it seethed with raw malice and rage that would have put Coedil’s Dryads to shame, unburdened by anything and yet it was completely and utterly… natural.
—-
Carmi liked being stationed at Forever Fall Forest: it wasn’t the biggest target in the Great War, but the Grimm were always being a pain to supplies to the City of Vale. Technically speaking she was the last line of defense… well part of it alongside other Valeish Rangers. The Leiber family was a part of Vale for generations and she was proud to do the work here, even if there wasn’t much glory to be had. The Valesih Rangers were allowed to continue here to protect Forever Falls natural beauty, but even then they'd probably be replaced by these new Huntsmen types.
She was hunting down some Grimm that had been spotted in the area; nothing too serious just some Beowulfs beginning to show signs of getting smarter… how anyone would decide to wage war while the Grimm still held most of the world was beyond her, but they didn’t stop. The King of the Vale had ended the war as little as twenty-two yeats that the war would end soon and kept appealing to the Grimm and for cooperation.
Let's hope it lasts. She thought to herself as she followed a trail of broken branches, her trusty Crossbow at the ready. It wasn’t quite a rifle, but she’d been making some adjustments to it so it could make a Goliath wince. However it was then she heard the sounds of steel being battered and the sound of what sounded like a flame-thrower as well as shouts for help. Carmi Leiber ran as she could, Aura at the ready but it did not prepare her for the sight she was about to face.
The first thought that came to her mind was ‘how are they still alive?’ Which she immediately chided herself on. An older, bald man used what she assumed to be his Semblance to enhance a tall twig of a woman’s Aura. She was currently using a pointed stick with a green gem at the end, and it seemed the roots were responding. Another older woman was using fire and seem disappointed that her Semblance wasn’t giving her more.
She wasn’t quite sure what the squat figure was doing with that odd gun, but he called for them to take cover in strangely accented Valish. The Beowulf seemed to priortize the man who was quickly intercepted by a man in historical costume who’s Semblance seemed to make his blade glow and strike a mighty blow.
“What does it take to kill this thing!?”
The last member was blonde and honestly Carmi was almost distracted by him jabbing the ornate blade into the underside of the Beowulf…
Well, the one they are focused on. The other two leapt into action as it dropped, the blade stuck in it as the vertically-challenged old man was tossed aside before he could bring the gun into range. That was when she took her shot, and thanks to whatever gods were watching over these people it struck. One dead in the eyes. The bald-man in heavy armor looked to her, thought she knew for a fact her helmet and face mask would protect her identity for a moment she panicked; fumbling around for the next bolt before he turned back to the Grimm.
“Keep out of the way!” the strange gun the man had made quick work of that Beowulf as well, all of them looking exhausted and it came time for Carmi to think. These people didn’t look like they were from Vacuo… if anything they reminded her of historical enthusiasts thought with a fair bit more skulls then she would like in the harsh-looking bald man.
“... Thank you for that.” He said. She couldn’t quite place that accent either; it sounded almost Argosan but not quite right. He seemed to look her over with one good eye, like he could feel something wasn’t right.
“Oh it’s no problem,” She replied, keeping it safe. “The Grimm are everyone’s enemies Ya know.”
“‘Grimm’?” The lanky woman repeated, “Isn’t that what you call One-Eye, Bardin?’
“It’s Grimgi” Bardin replied with a chuckle. “‘Grimm’ has the extra M.”
Well that set off alarms in her head, and it seemed ‘One-Eye’ noticed it too. The Blonde one cleared his throat. “Forgive my companions, they're… eccentric. My name is Felix Jaeger and we-”
“Got lost.” The knight finished for him. “Wondering if you could tell us where we are?”
“Forever Fall.” She said carefully. “My Name is Carmi, Valish Rangers happy to be of service.”
There was an awkward silence there. None of them understood a word she just said which was concerning and she really didn’t want to end up on any of those “Weird Tales” stories popping up right about now. “I uh… take it you’re not from around here?”
The tall girl with pointed ears and, as Carmi just noticed, black eyes leaned on her staff. “... That is an understatement.”
—-
Markus was many things in his life; a sergeant, a mercenary, and a Grail Knight. He’d seen things he never would have thought he’d seen and drank enough ale and brandy to try and forget half of them. Still the first thing that struck him about this ‘Valish Ranger’; was the uniform. He wasn’t big into fashion aside from hats (but of course what Empire-Man didn’t value a good hat?) but he wasn’t sure what materials made it up. Her helmet was metal and she had a similar face-covering that Kerillian wore in a light green, leaving big brown eyes peering through a small portion of her face. Her clothing had more pockets than he would have thought necessary and yet was lightweight enough.. Her Crossbow was massive and so were the bolts, looking more like arrows than what he was used to seeing Saltz use before he became a priest.
It actually was kind of funny seeing Saltz and the short-woman trying to out-interrogate the other while they were going to the outpost, she was stationed in. Saltz had a good few year of experience over her while she knew she had more information about this place. ‘Forever Fall Forest’, was apparently infested with these ‘grimm’.. Well she clarified (and said in a tone that sounded like a matron educating the slower of the children) that they were all over the place, Got worse duing the 'War' and now they just seemed intent on making everyone miserable, which was familiar enough to him though he wasn’t sure if he’d take the Grimm over the Beastmen…
“So what other places do ya have here?” Markus asked.
Carmi paused, though she gave him a glance. “Well, There’s Vale and Vacuo but you would probably know that…”
“While I understand your fear-” Saltzpyre said in his best ‘diplomatic’ voice which never sounded right but he was trying. “-as you said, we’re not from this area.”
“Well, my superiors will be the judge of it, sir. You know, you can’t be too careful.”
Markus couldn’t help but notice the Elf seeming to remain quiet which was unlike her. He’d known Kerillian for… Lady and Taal, how long now? He was losing track of time, maybe he should start moderating his drinking, but Kerilian was never far from a snarky comment so either she was being very polite or that… Weave-connection made her realize something.
He didn’t think he knew her as well as he would like… she could be a pain in the ass but they were close as she’d let him be. He knew that look too… maybe elves pretended they were different, but he knew that look on her face…
“So, other than Grimm, what else do you deal with?”
“The occasional poacher or trespasser. People say there’s more Grimm than people who’d ever been alive, though and they don’t like us.” Carmi sighed. “Must be nice to not deal with them.”
“Are they intelligent?” Felix asked before clearing his throat. “Or something guiding them?”
“Outside of some conspiracy theories and legends no.” Carmi sighed. “Well, they’re smart in the sense of their cunning. The bigger, older ones know. Sometimes if they get too big or too smart”
“Like Urks hmm, well that’s something I suppose. Just shoot the big ones then?”
“If they see you.” She replied. Turning to see all of them. “... You’ve all got that look I've seen in people who’ve managed to make it back from the front lines. So, I'm really concerned about this… why don’t you know what they are and if you really don’t know about The Kingdoms… what have you been fighting?”
“Do not.” Markus almost jumped at Kerllian’s voice. “Tell her about IT Victor.”
“Kerillian?” Sienna asked aloud.
“... Some things are better for you not to know Carmi… It would be a cruelty worse than the Grimm.”
Felix was about to speak but he kept quiet. Markus could see Carmi working it out, looking at Kerillian as if she was mad but then it hit him and everyone else in the know.
She never heard of Chaos.
No more than that, not even orcs, goblins… just people and Grimm. Victor’s mouth was agape for a moment before looking Carmi square in her eyes. “... I will not tell you. The Elf is right, it is not a topic that should be broached lightly.”
“... Elf?”
“Yeah I know she’s not… wait you don’t know what-”
“I mean I heard children's stories,” Carmi said as Markus could feel a… sort of existential depression over her and Bardin as she continued. “You know, short people in the woods who help children out with that sort of thing are not… Well, uh… tall and skinny.” She seemed to catch onto it too before she cleared her throat. “B-but ya know… Remnant’s a big place.”
“Remnant? What sort of name is that for a continent?” Bardin asked.
“Oh no it’s the.. Planet? No one is sure why but…” She looked to the side and forwards in the hope of avoiding further awkward conversation. “... okay looks like i’m gonna end up on a Weird tales mag…”
“So wait a minute this is… not…” Oh… that explained it… that explained all of it.
—-
Felix and the others sat in the outpost… it was ornate far as those went. A banner hanging out from the front was the only sign of allegiance, though it was far enough into “Valish” Territory they didn’t need to worry.
They were across from one another, the six of them unsure of what to make of this situation, trapped in another world. The table had the bare minimum of what could be considered a meal, and yet none of them had any appetite.
“So…” Bardin asked, poking at his own food. “... Think Lohner and Olesya got here? What with the Bridge?”
“We should be more careful about ourselves. Hopefully we can find them but…” Markus sighed. “Well, Carmi’s boss doesn’t seem like he’s dismissing her story.”
Saltzpyre looked at Kerrillian. She didn’t eat, but she drank water and was not in the mood to speak… which of course was odd even after becoming a Sister of the Thorn. “I will admit I am at a loss about this. Though I trust Sigmar to guide us… You seem worried, Elf.”
“What is there to worry about One-Eye?” She responded oddly. “We’re only stuck on Lilieth knows where and if there is a home to return to…” She looked away which worried even him.
“Take heart.” he said in a gentle… though of course still an authoritative voice. “Sigmar guides the faithful and your… gods guide yours.”
Felix wasn’t sure about that but… it was something. “It seems to be the will of the gods admittedly.”
“Heard rumors about a ‘haven’ but…” he shook his head. “By the Lady this is just odd.”
“We’ve been through worse.” Sienna replied.
The door opened to reveal another man in the same strange clothing as Carmi, the girl following behind him… his face remained Felix of some of his classmates; something just… oddly punchable and dislikeable. short, brown-hair and a muscular stature.
“So, these are the aliens? You sure you didn’t just run into historical reenactors?”
“I never said they were aliens sir.” Carmi replied with a tone of resigned weariness. “I said they were ‘displaced’.”
“Whatever rat.” He scoffed. “So… who are you, and why the hell shouldn’t I have you locked up for trespassing in Forever Fall?”
“We are the Bloody Ubersreik Five… and a guest.” Markus barked.
“Never heard of it. Doesn’t answer the other half of the question.” he replied.
“What has Carmi told you? That we fell out of the sky?” Felix asked.
“And killed a beowulf… apparently had trouble with it despite your Aura and Semblances too.” he grinned a bit.
“... We’re not familiar with the terms.” Victor replied slowly. “However in my line of work it sounds as if you’re accusing us of witchcraft.”
“Irony of Ironies isn’t it Saltzspyre?” Sienna mocked.
“Sir, as I have told you and informed higher command they have an… ignorance of the world.” She shot a look of apology to Felix. “To the point that-”
Sir Winchester shook his head. “You’re dismissed, I’ll have to handle this.”
Felix sighed. “I’ve never been in the military, but it seems a bit rude to ignore her.’
“Oh right because ‘Six people wandering in grimm-invested woods’ isn't suspicious enough for me to step in?”
“It’s understandable,'' the dwarf said diplomatically enough. “But there’s no need to be rude to your comrade-in-arms even if you outrank her.”
Sir Windchester scoffed. “Look shorty, I don’t care much about you or you… freak faunus girl” he looked at Kerrilian who just scoffed. “The beasts like working together ya know, even if she’s ‘loyal’ to the Vale… even then her word is not enough to make me believe it.”
“As admirable as your paranoia is.” Victor replied, glancing at Sienna to silence any comment. “There are such a thing as extenuating circumstances. Where I in your position I would-”
“Do the same; I’m not exactly trustful of strange people intruding on Vale Territory.” he growled. “You’re weird… not that weird.”
“Depends on what you mean sir.” Carmi mumbled before looking over to see something.
‘Ello? Is this thing working?
Of course, it’s working.
The Commander jumped and Carmi looked around confused… as did Felix.
“Lohner? Is that you?”
Felix was… not sure if hearing voices was healthy but if anyone heard it that was… not comforting.
It is! Sorry, that… events knocked things around here a bit. Sorry about the mess Kruber and… wait where the hell are you?
“Which one of you is doing this?!”
Carmi cleared her throat. “Sir, given they don’t know what Semblances are-”
“WOULD YOU BUY ANYTHING THEY TELL YOU, RAT?!”
Oh Dear Lohner said in a voice that was still very relaxed. Well not to worry strangers. Some of the folks that found what’s… left of the keep seem to be understanding at least. There’s others here too; some Bretonnians, a couple reiklanders… even some halfings. Poor folks won’t know what’s going to hit their larders. Do you know where the town of ‘Lampstead’ is? Rubbish name if you ask me but the hospitality is nice.
“That’s my home-town!” Carmi shouted which got everyone's attention. She cleared her throat.
“Wait, now I'm pretty sure that a Semblance from a smooth-talking doofus doesn’t overrule me!”
“Oh I don’t know.” Sienna said with a smile. “I’ve never cared much for people like you. You’re worse than Saltzpyre.”
Felix stood up and smiled as Saltszpyre continued, looking to see the call to high command Carmi. Another ranger carrying some odd device came in and wanted to speak with the Commander.
“Message sir. A confidant of the King of the Vale.”
—-
Kerillian sat outside… Apparently the human king was a good enough talker to get that mayfly off her back. Holding her Staff back in her hand… she remembered holding many weapons in her time, and yet this one was the most tied to her.
Carmi stepped out and sat next to her. “... Sorry about Captain Winchester. You know how people like him can be.”
“Aye, that I do.” Kerillian replied. She wanted to push her away honestly but… she was worried about this. She got too close to the others. Still, Carmi was…
Well, she was a good shot and while Bardin might have had a point to call her ‘thorny’ she was better than most other bloodlings… but how much of that came from ignorance?
“He kept calling you ‘rat’...”
Carmi’s expression hardened. “Look I… I don't know how you came from dealt with it… if we’re even there but It’s complicated.”
She took off her helmet and Kerillian almost braced to use the staff but it was just two mouse-ears.
A mutant? She thought to herself. But no; she wasn't a walking affront to the Weave she was... well as much a part of it as any other bloodling.
“We’re called the Faunus. Best to Remnant’s knowledge we’ve been here since humanity was but…”
“I would hide it from One-Eye and the others.” Kerillian said quickly before standing up. Carmi’s face sank but she remained calm.
“I’m used to it by now. Vale’s hardly the worst place to be if you’re like me.”
Mayflies were always the same, weren’t they? There was also something wrong with Kerillian about a lot of what she heard about humans; short lived, smelly, nosy and bothersome. They didn’t understand the Weave, save for a few… and yet they managed to live. They could be cruel and barbarous and yet there were men like Kruber… even this ‘Felix’ was “... So why tell me?”
“... I hope your people will be treated better than mine, Kerillian.” She said looking as she heard the clanking of armor as she squished her ears beneath the helmet. “Besides if… if I follow your eyes then Remnant is going to need to be your home too.”
Kerrilian was about to speak but… she was right.
The World she knew was gone. And she, no matter how small, had played a role in it. “Thank you.” Of course, the thought of her being the last of the Asrai occurred to her (and apparently Druchi but she preferred not to dwell on that) “So, you said you had some sort of vehicle to take us there?” She said, trying not to think about her loss.
“Heh, did your world have airships?”
“Aye we did!” Bardin said as he appeared with the others. “Well, we did anyway. Thunder Barges we called them. Had some smaller ones… always wanted to work on one.”
“Well it’s still new stuff but it’s like that.” Carmi said with a smile. “Then we should be there by nightfall.”
Kerillian sighed. “Well I suppose I'll have to rely on it if the woods are as infested as you say.
“Grimm are attracted to negative emotions. The Big Ones… they’re smart enough not to act on it unless they have a reason to, the beowulfs you met probably… well, can’t imagine it went well.”
“Any of them that can fly?”
Carmi laughed though it was bitter. “Yep! Nevermores, but most of the aircraft can handle them… of course it’s just a transport ship but… I got Needlepoint here.” She took her crossbow into her hands.
“Still don’t know how you lift that thing.” Kruber muttered.
Carmi frowned. “Well… it’s uh… tricky to explain considering the witch-hunter right there.”
Victor shook his head. “Miss Carmi, there is no need to fear the Judgment of Sigmar’s faithful servant.”
Felix frowned. “... I would suggest it’s some manner of technology?”
“... It’s the Result of Aura. I thought you guys were doing it to the Beowulf. It’s… an extension of one's own soul. It protects you from wounds but over time…” She shrugged. ‘“It’s not magic, as far as we can tell at least. Besides everything alive here has it and if they’re lucky a Semblance that’s powered by it.” She frowned as a question dawned on her. “... You were hardly enough to deal with a Beowulf or two at least.”
“I see…” Saltzpyre said with a sigh. “Well, I will conduct a thorough investigation of it to be sure.”
“Oh, is that our ride?”
Kerillian looked up in the sky to see it; it was sort of like the noisy machines that the Dwarfs loved to brag about though… oddly clean running. But it came at some price she was sure. But those who beg couldn’t complain, could they.
Kruber whistled as it touched down, and Barin chuckled. “Oh, it’s good work for manlings I suppose.”
“Heh, yeah.” Carmi replied quietly. “Let’s hope it’s a safe flight.”
Kerillian didn’t enjoy it; like all human contraptions, if this was how they tried to mimic nature’s gifts then they took the wrong lessons. It shook every turn of the wind… but it held together. There were times she knew if it weren’t for Mayflies like Markus Kruber, Sienna and PERHAPS One-Eye they’d have all died long ago (and of course the Dwarfs too… for what that counted.) and now here on Remnant…
Victor was praying, or at least deep in thought. They all sat inside with only a small porthole letting light in.
“Elf? You’re shaking.” Kruber noted.
“Oh shut up. This thing is a steel cage and we’re entrusting ourselves to the sky.” Another shutter compounded her point.
“Oh c’mon Kerillian, live a little.’ Sienna smiled. “Might as well enjoy it.”
Kerllian just glared at the Bright wizard. Carmi cleared her throat. “Not a lot of people get to ride in these things. Most are just repurposed military craft. Hear some folks in Atlas still keep'em armed for Nevermores even in civilian flights."
Of course they’d use it for warfare, Kerillian mused. She supposed she should not have expected anything else. Even with an enemy staring them in the face they seemed to conspire to find ways to make war. It was the same with Athel Loren, it was the Same with the humans and the Dwarfs…
And perhaps it would be the same here.
Markus took off his Helmet sighing. “You get used to a heavy plate… eventually.” he said.
“Indeed.” Saltzpyre replied. “But i’m sure your “Lady” provides you the most basic advantages, as Sigmar does me.” he frowned. “Though it is a bit heavier then I remember.”
Sienna frowned, looking to Kerillian. ‘You noticed it too? During the battle with the beastie?”
“The Weave here is… an infant. Or perhaps in slumber.” Kerillian replied. “Nothing to wake it up.”
“Considering how homely you made your forest home sound Wutelgi…” Bardin said before stopping himself. “... I’m sorry but this world…”
Carmi smiled briefly. “Uh, was that the… stuff you were doing? The “witch-craft?” “
“Without the Weave, without what they would call the Winds of Magic Sienna can barely conjure a flame.”
Felix looked at his blade. “Perhaps that’s for the best in some ways…”
“Sigmar is still out there.” Victor said, though Kerillian could tell he didn’t fully believe it. “It is not magic but faith… and I will endure.”
Sienna huffed. “Well, we could still do it… I wonder if this Aura could help us in that?’
“Once the investigation is concluded… perhaps.” he frowned. “This world is very much different to ours… and if my suspicions are correct then” he took a breath “My guidance will be needed, as much as arms.”
Felix frowned. “Perhaps but… There is much I need to understand first.”
“And you, Sir Jaeger? If there is no escape from here?”
“... I have an Oath to finish.” Felix replied. “I owe Gotrek that much..”
Carmi smiled. “Old Friend?”
“... I’m not sure if I would call him that. Not because it isn’t true, but I've been with him for a long time.” Felix replied with a smile of his own. “Throughout it all I was by his side. It was an Oath at first, but he released me… and yet when this… business started I knew I couldn't leave him behind.”
Bardin smiled. “Good on you manling. Seems Okri was right about you.”
“And you Kerrilian… assuming there’s no way to get Home?”
Kerillian frowned and looked to the metal floor. She was a Sister of the Thorn… none of this should have happened. She should be dead… why is she still alive? “And you, Sienna?”
She shrugged. “Well, why not? Explore the world? Bother Victor at whatever he’s doing?”
“Hmph, I would expect nothing less.”
Kerillian shook her head. “I… Will have to seek out whatever is left of my people, if any.”
“It’s best not to give up Hope Wutelgi.” Bardin replied, though the thought occurred to him as well, as she knew. “Besides we shouldn’t take out the possibility of home so soon.”
“Bardin I… You’re right.” She frowned, though she knew the answer. Silence ruled the room for a while before Markus cleared his throat. It was her fault… maybe not all of it, maybe just for her own people but she helped to cause this for… all of them.
“Hey Kerillian, if there’s Brettonians there I can finally try out my new accent.”
“Kruber…”
“Accent?” Carmi asked with a smile. “Show me!”
“Very Well Madame~” Kruber did, making Kerillian crack a smile. Ah so that’s it is it? “I am a knight of Bretonnia, I am ze Lady’s Champion.”
“Must you bring that here?” Saltzpyre groaned, though the others were smiling.
“I always think-” Bardin said. “It should be more Pompous; you haven’t gotten used to it yet.”
“Probably, hmm let me see. ‘I am ze proctor of the innozent! I am alzays just!” is that right?”
“Almost, better get some practice in.”
“I’m not sure you can make it work Sir Kruber.” Felix said, the smile tugging at his lips. “Though I'm not sure if this accent is going to be very welcome in… my experience.”
“I dunno Kerillian seems to want me to try it in Parravon.” Kruber replied.
“Oh well I suppose this will have to do.”
Carmi chuckled.. “Oh, the ladies will love you, I'm sure. Least you have a friend there to smooth things over, worst case scenario. I hope the other refugees are alright too…”
“I wouldn’t call us refugees.” Bardin replied, though there was an edge of weary acceptance. “Not so long as there’s just a bit of hope to cling to…”
Kerrilian closed her eyes, knowing the truth of the matter, or at least enough to know. “Still, until you can get back,” Carmi offered. ‘I’m sure the King will be willing to help. He's reaching the end of his life but... even now the Council doesn't really go against him. He managed to negociate peace between all four Kingdoms."
“Really?”
“Well it’s the rumor mill you understand.” Carmi sighed. “But no one denies it. Some say he ended it with just one sword stroke. never been a King like him and
“Your king sounds like a good sort of umgi.” Bardin replied.
“Is that the word for ‘man’? He is of course.”
Sienna huffed a bit. “Or he’s got a good propaganda machine.”
“Maybe a bit of both.” Carmi admitted. “But you have to have some hope in things.”
“I used to think the same.” Kerillian replied. “And look what it got me… I’m still not sure what to think about them.”
And yet they… were what could pass for her friends. They were the only ones she had.
She had to make amends to them, somehow.
—
The Keep was still standing.
Technically.
Franz was busy tending to his Emporium of Wonders (and wondering about the exchange rate for Shillings to whatever the hell these folk used) Catiren was… somewhere probably, poor lass. And Olyesia?
Well, she was knocked out cold by that Earthquake, trying to maintain the Bridge of Shadows before it just swallowed up the whole bloody Keep. The Trophy Room was gone, as was “Kerillian’s Quarters” which he was NOT going to be happy to explain. At the very least some old paintings and the Statue of Sigmar made it. Everything else was in… working condition. He hoped the Five of them (and their guest) managed to make it and wouldn’t be too mad about the entire situation… After all, he could hardly be blamed for it.
Lampstead was still buzzing about in panic; some reckoned there were a couple of moving corpses out there (and fair as he could tell there weren’t) and the halflings were… not acting normal. Not even hungry, just shocked and cold. Some of the unlucky buggers in the military died to some of those ‘grimm’ things that seemed to be attracted to their misery.
They had help from the village patrol at least and then that just led to this. Luckily, Ol’ Lohner wasn’t one to be underestimated and got the Five on the line (convenient that.) and soon things calmed down. The kingdom of the Vale… the village of Lampstead.
Oh and of course the loud Bretonnian woman and her mountain of a partner managed to keep the others in line. Had some neat amenities too…
Which brought him here having to see that piece of what should have been dwarfen artifice touchdown and the seven get off. “Welcome to Taal’s Horn Keep… or what’s left of it at any rate.” He said with a chuckle, though even then it was forced. He gestured to the village that was beneath it. It was a sort of farming village from what he could tell. Some of the men just came back from the way, apparently circumstances permitting… helped out the lads who managed to make it with them.
“Well, the Keep’s seen better days.” Markus said first.
“It must have been impressive! How did it even get here?” The lass asked.
“Olesya, our… uh, assistant managed to do it… not even sure how.” He chuckled. “So! Townspeople have been welcoming though we’ve had some issues.”
“We’re good folks, here in Vale. My name is Carmi, pleasure to meet you Sir…?”
“Lohner, Franz Lohner.” he replied. Taking her hand in a shake. “So, you’re the Famous Felix Jaeger.”
Felix nodded. “I wouldn't call myself famous.”
“In the Circles I run in, you and Gotrek were amazing.” he chuckled, looking at the five. “They had a lot of catching up to do.”
Carmi frowned. “So, the others that are here… where are they?”
“Ah well-”
—
The town was alive with activity, and it was easy to mark out the different mayflies for once. Those on Remnant looked soft in an odd way. Those some were hardened by farm work, and those few she could see as warriors looked at them strangely and steely. The Halflings were Halfings: Shorter than even Bardin and round and yet they looked cold and shaken. Anyone from the empire did as well, and the bretonnians… Well, some greeted and saluted Kruber. The others were peasants or just tried to maintain their pride… Some came to One-Eye to ask for guidance and yet there were no elves or dwarfs…
It was a bitter irony to think Humans would outlast the dwarfs and all of the Elven peoples. Even if they were out there in this world, the Grimm would make short work of them. Even the dullest dwarf would know the world they knew was gone.
The Weave was dead, and Remnant’s was but it’s palest imitation. They would live here, trying to integrate here but their homes were forever lost. She had helped to jail them here.
Carmi wanted to say something of comfort, but Kerllian could tell words were failing her. Some tried to make conversation but there was a world of difference. Felix was dragged off by a woman who embraced him and wouldn’t let go. Kerilian wondered what this King would do, or just what the townsfolk would say or react to what was left over from one world. They were lucky nothing… harm followed them. Franz pointed to what was at best a shanty town that was being set up with the newcomers… It was a marketed difference even for mayflies in that it was just a bunch of camps and tents. A Remnant Couple was talking to a Brettonian Woman in heavy armor and her…
She wasn’t sure mayflies could get that big.
“Ah, Monsieur Lohner, these are… those people you mentioned?” The woman asked. Short, black hair in a bowl cut with eyes hardened by centuries of battle… A woman who sipped from the Grail? that was... unusual. Most didn't make it that far.
“Eh bien, au moins l'un d'entre eux est un compatriote bretonnien.” The man said.
“Well… more refugees now?” The Remnant man asked. “We’re doing all we can to assist you but… Well, this isn’t really something we’re used to.”
“It is fine none of us understand this.” Lohner assured. Before turning to the five. “This is our host for… the foreseeable future, Mister and Missus Bysshe.”
“It’s a pleasure.” The wife said. “Though we… I wish it was in better circumstances.”
“As do we all, madame.” Victor said, before looking at the Bretonnian. “And you?”
“Repanse De Lyonesse.” She smiled a bit. “And he is Henri le Massif.”
Kruber seemed to stiffen a bit. “Oh, oh by Ze Lady and-”
“... Vous nous insultez ?” Henri asked.
Kerillian stepped up. “Forgive him, he's never quite mastered his accent.” She would have to wait for more… appropriate time to have Kruber be beaten by Brettonians… hopefully.
“Oh c’mon Kerillian let the boys hash it out.” Sienna chuckled. “Might as well…”
Repanse relayed it to her partner. The two Remnantians (Was that a word? It would have to work for now) smiled nervously. “W-we were expecting, eventually, refugees but we’re not sure what to do about this…”
“Vale says they’ll help us out but that will take time, until then we… need order to be kept I suppose.”
“The little ones have already tried to get the food… not the children, the actual little people.”
“The confusion is understandable, why, my ancestors used to think the Halflings were little humans!” Bardin replied cheerfully. “And I’m sure Grimgi will be more than happy to keep the Sigmarites in order.”
“And I suppose we can help with the Bretonnians then?” Markus asked a bit too hopefully. Repanse smiled a bit.
“Well, until you have ze accent.” She exaggerates her own for a moment. “... The Lady’s champions need to stand together.”
Kerillian frowned. “What about the Grimm?”
“A-a few of your men did their best but.. We put them to rest as best we could and now we’re all on high alert.” the man said solemnly. “We… can’t do much besides helping you heal and food. We called the City ya see, and they said they would send aid though the nature of this is... unusal."
“Well Wutelgi?” Bardin asked in an understanding tone. “We could try to help… even without that Aura magic.”
Sienna frowned. “Not sure either of us could be of much help there, you noticed how… weak you feel even after a few fireballs.”
“W-Well.” The Wife replied. “You do have the ranger?”
“I’ll help, the rest of you… get some rest, and you, mister preacher-man.” She said slightly affectionately to Saltzpyre. “Good luck to all of you.”
“Go with Sigmar or… whatever you believe in.” He sighed. Looking to the shanty town. “We should try to keep the people calm for tonight.”
“Aye… and how are you going to do that One-Eye? You’re not exactly what I would call... Social.”
“I will do my best, Elf.” He replied with a nervous smile which set off alarms in Kerllian’s head. “Sargent, try and gather as many people as possible to the settlement. Bardin, see if your expertise is needed. Elf, Sienna… do as you please within reason.”
Lohner nodded. “We’ll all do our parts Saltzpyre, not to worry. We have a lot to do… Well… time to get some work done.”
—
The Moon was broken.
Kerillian couldn’t even begin to imagine the force needed to do it. As a worshiper of Lileth it pained her to see something so wrong and twisted. The worst part was the mayflies said it was normal, least the native ones did.
What could have gone so wrong?
She stayed away from them in the tents; she was an Asrai and she had no place here… Bardin was acting remarkably cheerful though of course, both were stuck in the same situation…. At least he had the company of mayflies. She did not have that luxury, so instead she sat in what remained of the exit to her quarters, staring at the only thing that could connect her back to anything, the moon and finding even that to be an insult to the Weave. She was never liked by her Kin, or anyone… Now she was truely, and utterly alone. A fate she deserved, and perhaps she would be left to it-
“Kerillian? It’s getting late.”
Markus Kruber peered at the Broken Moon. “Bloody unbelievable, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea, bloodling.”
“Repanse herself, in the flesh. Thought she died ages ago, Bretonnian politics is one hell of a topic.” he frowned. “I think I'm still scheduled to duel Henri tomorrow, just a friendly match.”
“I see.” Ah how to get the meat away from her to enjoy the silence… though she didn’t mind him as much as the others. Honestly next to Sienna he was remarkably simple. Compared to the others? Practically the one she could tolerate the most. And yet a part of her didn’t want him to go.
If nothing else misery loves company.
“Sit down if you wish.”
He did, to her irritation. Mayflies…
“... So… I-I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, there was nothing you could do.”
“I know but I just… I remember when we met, how… hard your eyes look.”
“What about it?”
“... never seen them so miserable. Last few days you’ve been on edge and…” Markus sighed. “Taal, i’ve been worried sick about you.”
Kerillian paused. “I appreciate the concern bloodling but-”
“See you only do that when you’re annoyed or miserable… or both but… Just tell me what’s wrong and-”
“Kruber, what in the Pale Queen’s name am I supposed to tell you?! That the world we know is GONE? That all we’ve ever done was for nothing, because there is no world to save anymore?” She breathed in. “That all we have left is… just pieces of the Weave, stuck here in a world where it’s practically already dead?... Kruber I…”
“... it wasn't for nothing Kerillian…”
The Sister of the Thorn just stared at the broken moon. “So you say. Bardin can hide it all behind his cheerful demeanor, but he knows the truth. I don’t even know if i can continue, One-eye and Sienna already have one foot in the grave.” That was the problem with Mayflies… “... I failed everyone.”
“Don’t talk like that.” Kruber said too quickly for her to like. “Kerillian… Lady’s mercy i don’t know how to say it-”
The Lady, she thought. A lie, a tool used to protect the Asrai… and yet she had faith in Kruber…
“Look, Lohner said it himself once; nothing good lasts forever. Every Spring and Summer is followed by Autumn and Winter… that's just life. You’re not the only one who lost everything. Those folks… they’re scared, they're confused… they just want what’s best for their families.”
He looked at her sternly. “... If I'm honest, I'm bloody terrified right now.”
“Oh really?”
He nodded with all seriousness. “I mean how couldn’t you? Saltzpyre is almost going full Flagellant down there. He’s STILL preaching but he’s got everyone’s attention, Bardin and Sienna are getting piss-drunk and she’s trying that Dust stuff on a bet, and seems to like it. Felix locked himself in his room and Repanse is… apparently working something out with Henri.” he coughed. “Well, everyone’s coping with it.”
“Ah, well, this is how I cope with it.” Kerillian replied bitterly.
“Kerillian, I've seen the look you had since we got here.” His voice became sullen. “On my own face a couple of times. I can’t… imagine what it’s like for you.”
“So then why are you trying?”
“Because if I don't then who will?” he replied. “You don’t exactly play well with the others… you tolerate me at best.”
“Sargent, of all the mayflies I've met you're the most… endearing.” She said a bit slowly. “..I appreciate it at least.” She wondered if she should tell him the.. Truth of her involvement in all of this.
“Sister of the Thorn becomes… less of the old, more of the new overtime.” She explained. “Yet that is in part becoming an extension of the Weave… I was worried that one day I wouldn't even remember you.’
Markus frowned. “Ah so… that’s why it’s been a bit-”
“Yes, Sargent.” She sighed. “... I don’t know what to make of myself now. Even the Grimm seem to have some… odd place in this Weave.”
He frowned. ‘You think so? Thought it might have been a daemon, given it just dissolved.” he sighed. “Well might as well try to be a part of this place.”
“Don’t have this choice in that Kruber.” She replied, standing up. “... Thank you. I think I would have missed your little pep-talks the most out of all of them.”
Kruber followed suit. “So… what now?’
“Sleep, and given that my Quarters are no longer existent…”
—
Kerillian dreamt and perhaps for the first time in ages they were peaceful. A soft song playing in the background as she finally had peace in a place like Athel Loren. Her home… well, much as she had one. It was missing the Dwarf’s Songs, the faint smell of Sienna’s flames leaving wisps of smoke. Kruber and One-Eye talking about whatever inane chatter mayflies like them did and -it was about then she realized the point of the dream… an annoying point but one she didn’t really regret. Much as Kruber and the others were her friends she just needed this for a moment.
The music got louder for a breath moment; it was sort of like a traditional Asrai tone put with something… else. Something more, something a part of her would have called familiar. Perhaps it was the last part of the gift of her gods. She took comfort in it here in the dream, and when she awoke the next day she would go back to those she cared for.
—-
Five days later.
Franz looked at Felix a bit nervously; it wasn’t his first time meeting with… someone of importance (and hopefully wouldn’t be the last either.) The keep was not in the best shape of course, but he got his personal favorite pictures out and turned the center into a bit of a meeting place. Olesya was still nursing an apocalypse of a Headache from the backlash but in the Kislevite tradition decided to take it out by being grumpy… lest that wouldn’t change.
“So what do you think?’
“... I’m not sure.”
“It is no palace, but it will have to do.”
“Ah, morning Kerillian! Hope you’re finding the new quarters… habitable?
She frowned, or Lohner thought she did. Hard to tell with elves who covered their faces. “It can be at times…”
“Nevermind it then. So… I'll be honest, not sure how this is going to go. Apparently he’s been a bit busy with some buisness in Mistral. Now he can deal with… our problem.”
Felix sighed. “I’ve rarely had good experiences with leadership, but the villagers assure us he is a good and just man.”
“In my experience uppity mayflies are the common ones.” Kerrilian replied. “Perhaps we should give him a good scare if this goes south.”
“... Let’s save that for plan C.” Franz countered.
“Like children! Just keep quiet for an hour.” Olesya muttered.
The table was as good as it could be. A seat for her, Kruber, and the rest of the Five. Repanse and Henri (though his non-bretonnian was rather difficult) The Mayor of Lampstead, the Halfling leader.… all the important people she supposed. As the only Asrai able to speak… well, she didn’t have much hope but if this King was to have any idea of her people it was best to ask.
This time it might go better, after all.
The past five days have been… interesting. The Halflings were trying their best to integrate and their food was always amazing… oddly it seems the horrors of the Ends Times put them into a kinder, less mischievous mood. The Brettonian Nobles were being kept in line by everyone else, and the Empire mayflies were already trying to keep their culture alive. The Brettonians were much the same of course… Pie week was being considered to be brought back.
Baridn was getting work, but word of even the Imperial Dwarfs were rare, if any survived. Felix had spent his time working on his tribute to his Dwarf friend and spending time with his wife.. Saltzpyre was having heated and entertaining debates with a Priest of UIric, which were bringing the people together in an odd way, and Sienna had been trying to compensate with Fire Dust and apparently it proved to have a similar enough appeal as Aqshy once had to her
Dust made everything more… it seemed. Jade Dust was plentiful here it seems simply due to it being a part of farming. It was the closest she had felt to the Weave in ages. It never lasted of course. Misplacing an addiction did not help after all…
So, when it was time for the meeting to be underway, she wondered how the King thought of it… and yet, when Repanse and Saltzpsyre brought him in she was surprised. He was old by mayfly standards, at least in appearance and yet the eyes… They reminded her of the rare times she met with a tree lord or a dryad. Something that had lived longer than even her. His partner seemed… disappointed in the motley, shocked, even. She was about as tall as Sienna, and yet her eyes were white, her pupils barely discernible. She also seemed to have that same, long lived wisdom, and yet the despair in her face, the tightening of her jaw… she was not happy.
“Forgive me for being a bit late.” He said with a loose smile. “These past days have been hectic for all of us.”
“Indeed.” The woman said, taking her seat. “... None of you are of Cathay, a shame but for any to survive to make it is miraculous on its own.”
“I have… no idea what that means but we’re sorry to hear.” The mayor said with an attempt of a smile.
“Cathay? Grand Cathay?” Sienna asked. “Tried going down the Ivory Road once… but at least someone from everywhere managed to get here.”
“I am Miao Ying, R… former ruler of the Northern Provinces, Favored Daughter of the Dragon Emperor.”
“Ah that… explains that…”
“Are you alright?” The King asked.
“I’ll be fine I hope.” he said with a nervous expression.
“So! King of the Vale.” Franz Lohner said. “And Miao Ying! Well, Cathay is welcome here too I suppose.”
“I have not been able to find any of my family here aside from my Brother.” She replied coolly before seeming to stare at Kerillian and then to Bardin. “Though I suppose I am not alone in that.”
“Cheerful aren’t you?” Bardin replied. “Heard good things about Cathay… not sure if you are a dragon though.”
“She is.” Felix assured. “We have more… Pressing matters, right?”
Indeed they did. The king was an attentive listener, trying to understand as much as he could about the situation; what to do with the people, the land, how to better integrate them, riders for the Mayor and his family. As much as he could to help, offered almost out of hand with a generosity, Kerillian would have called nativity if she couldn’t see his genuine concern. He wanted to help, and would try his best, almost as if he had a similar experience himself once. He even promised to help find any of the Elf or Dwarfs that came to Remnant; Bardin and Kerillian pointed out to him how… isolated their people could be, and while the Grimm made it difficult he assured them they could and would be found… and when the Mayor left the room, dismissed by his King, there was only one thing left on his mind.
“Remnant… is an island of ignorance in a sea of madness.” He said quietly. “Miao Ying has told me of your enemies… the countless ones. I have only had to deal with one on Remnant”
“The Grimm?” Markus asked.
The King nodded. “And that… is enough. Ignorance is our only defense and should we meet it… we need to be ready. The Great War of Remnant is over, and perhaps peace… but if the Great Enemy, or any other from any other world were to come to Remnant…”
Silence took the room. “Remnant has enough problems. And if this peace is going to last, I need your help.”
—-
Salem strode outside of Evernight; the strange events of the past few nights lead here here, where the Grimm had decided to tear these odd beings limb from limb, creating a mess of decay and gore. It didn’t shock her she’d done far, far worse after all, but it was distasteful in the smell and the rot. The bodies of these strange beings were being dragged to her study (everyone needed hobbies after all). These strange squat, dark-haired beings were quite… alien.
She remembered studying the stars, and the idea of life outside of Remnant was interesting, once upon a time, when she was a naive woman, she would have loved to see it…
The grim reality however was before her; Her Grimm tore them apart, and from what she could tell only the crude imitation of a Nuckaleev managed to fell many. And yet why all this effort for this statue? It looked like them, frozen in a permanent grimace put with eyes that almost reflected her own.
It was oddly… cute, what with its stature and large, comical hat. “I suppose I could find a place for this.” She mused.
What a time to be alive… She’d have to check to make sure that her Constant Companion didn’t find something more than corpses.