The gods of Nevre: The Drowned – After

Haizea awoke from a bad dream. In the dream The Pathfinder hadn’t shown up to save her brother and her father. She felt like she was seeing into another timeline, but that wasn’t part of her abilities…was it?

Fumbling around the dark riverfolk house she panicked for a moment. She realized she was underwater, then calmed herself. She could breathe fine. “Dresz, are you there?”

A riverfolk halfling poked his head into the room. “Yes, Drowned, I am. Have another nightmare?”

“Maybe just a glimpse into a nonexistent past. Is The Pathfinder still here, or did he leave? The water breathing root I gave him should last for a few days.”

“He left. Mumbling something about messing with the timeline, but isn’t that what he does?” Dresz opened a basket on the wall and pulled a raw fish from it. “Hungry?” He offered the fish to The Drowned.

Haizea shook her head. “No, I’m good.” Haizea floated out of her bed. “I’m going to the surface. Would you like to join me?”

“Not really. I’m comfortable here.” Dresz started eating the fish himself. “Where are you going?” He said, his mouth full.

“Mind your manners.” Haizea shook her head. “I’m going to visit Aalz. Been a while since I’ve been home.”

– – –

Emerging from the ocean, water slicking off her skin, The Drowned looked at the forest. She’d been in the ocean for around a century. She had forgotten how beautiful the forest was.

Stepping onto dry land she looked around the beach, sniffing the air. There was something in the air. Something wrong. Something that smelled of damp, dark caves and death. Instead of heading north to Aalz she turned east, to head deep into the forest. To find the source of the smell. She realized the smell was going against the wind to reach her. This was not a natural thing.

– – –

Finding her way to the city of Eltriaz, The Drowned saw other elves. It had been so long. She strode into town and the elves bowed. They knew who she was, the only elven god. Though she was not their choice of worship, she was the first elf to become a god.

The Drowned approached a small temple to herself. A priest stood outside in his regalia and addressed her.

“My lady, may I ask why you visit our city?”

“I smell something damp and dark to the east. What has happened during my time beneath the waves?” The Drowned motioned to the east.

The priest nodded. “Yes, the east. The skittering creepers have taken hold of some of the eastern forest. We’ve tried to push them back into Dark Under, but they have adapted too well to the forest. It is now a dark place.”

“You believe nothing can be done?”

“I believe we can hold them where they are, but without help, we cannot push them back.”

Nodding in understanding The Drowned turned to another temple. The temple to The Commander. “Do you know how I can get in contact with Amir?”

A priestess poked her head out from the temple doorway. “You’re asking me?”


“Uhh…I think he’s not on Yeodiax any more.” The priestess to The Commander shook her head. “The automatons have been disappearing as well. When they…” She looked around at the crowd and picked his words carefully, not wanting to spill the secrets of his order. “They don’t come back to Yeodiax when they…get replaced.”

“Ah, I understand. Do you think he’s in the islands to the east, or below in Nezkidar?”

“Probably Nezkidar.” The priestess shook her head. “A long and difficult journey.”

“For you, but I can swim under the waves. I will see if he can help.” The Drowned turned to address the gathered crowd. “In the meantime, keep as much of the forest sacred as you can! Push them back as far as you can! Protect the Forest of the Elves!”

There was a shout of agreement and the city guards beat their fists against their shields.

“I’ll be off for now. When I return I will have the commander with me. If you have dealt with the threat by then we will show him the might of the elves!”

There were shouts of agreement as The Drowned turned and walked back toward the sea. The elves were a proud race, she expected them to hardly need The Commander’s help by the time she returned.

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The gods of Nevre: The Mimic – Before

Kiawk was a skravyn Living in Rentaz, the capital of Zentar. But it didn’t feel like the capital. Decades before Kiawk was born all the skravyn in Rentaz were forced into a section of the city known, at the time, as the Abandoned District.

The buildings in the abandoned district were so contaminated by the airship industry that even the most insane members of the Mage Guild avoided it. The council decreed that any skravyn living outside the abandoned district would have to pay double taxes and only the richest families were spared the relocation.

The only shops near the Skravyn Slums, as the area eventually became known as, were owned by the airship factories, and the only nearby jobs were ones in those factories. Unfortunately for the skravyn some corporate big shot decided to pay skravyn employees in scrip and set a low exchange rate from scrip into coin.

Unable to save money without starving the skravyns realized the council had made them into forced laborers. Some skravyn left the city, hoping to make it on their own in the countryside, but those who chose to do so were rarely heard from again.

In this environment, Kiawk learned to fend for himself with trickery and deception, but he also learned to care for the young first and himself second.

– – –

One day Kiawk watched as a priest of The Balance came to the slums with bread. Usually the adults would force the children to give up their food after they received it from the priest and they would also beat the priest up to take what was left of the bread. This time, however, the priest extended a hand of peace and started handing out the left-over bread to the adults. Surprised at this the adults formed a line and waited patiently for food.

Kiawk watched as the bread was slowly running out and positioned himself at the end of the serving line. He may be a trickster, but he knew that he didn’t deserve free bread any more than the next skravyn.

From the end of the line Kiawk realized that he was effectively invisible as he saw the priest look around and quietly cast a spell on the food when he wouldn’t be noticed. But he was noticed. Kiawk was confused at first, then realized that the food should’ve run out ten people ago, but there seemed to be just as much food as at the first. Kiawk knew now who this priest really was.

Stepping forward to receive his loaf Kiawk looked Brevman in the face. “Wait, you’re no pries-“

Brevman shushed Kiawk and handed him a pendant with the bread. “Here, I feel you should have this.”

Kiawk quickly shoved the pendant in his pocket to examine later, where no other eyes could see it.

“The Calculating may come to take that back, but until then you should follow what it tells you.” Brevman turned and left.

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The gods of Nevre: The Messenger – Before

[Tibdast should show up in Terra Incognita, so this will just be a short post so I don’t feel too much pressure to keep it the same. Some of these characters may not be here at this point and some hints at the future may not make it into the story.]

Tibdast, Sorley, Ember, Helena, Orby, Lourek, Lukren, Krakust, Evryn, and Donaar stood on a small hill and looked over Brangmar. The walls were being built slowly, but the city of all races would be a day wide.

“Sorely, do you really think it’s a good idea to build this thing a day wide? There’s going to be lots of problems with information flow if nothing else.” Tibdast shook his head.

“Maybe, but you said you were good at that, didn’t you?” Sorley stroked Ember’s fur. A plain, gold ring reflected light from his left ring finger.

“Yes, I am, but one gnome can only do so much.” Tibdast shook his head. “What does Gormaliev think about this city?”

A strong voice spoke up from behind the group. “I think it’s a step in the right direction.”

The group turned slowly to see Gormaliev standing there with Aliziyah.

“Ember, my girl. How are you?” Aliziyah strode forward to rub snouts with Ember.

“Mom? It’s good to finally meet you.” Ember hopped a few times.

Gormaliev turned to look at Tibdast. “So, you’re good at information, are you?”

Tibdast nodded. “Give me something to disseminate, and I’ll get it to the whole city…just, it might take a while.”

“Well, take this amulet. You’ll know what to do when the time is right. Oh, and I’ll be back for it when you’re finished with it. It’s needed elsewhere.” Gormaliev looked at her familiar reuniting with her daughter. “Hmm…I guess we’ll be here for a few days. They need some catching up.”

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The gods of Nevre: The Drowned – Before

Haizea hated going on the pilgrimage to the Fount of the Gods. It was something every elf in the capital did at least once every other year, but her family had to go when it was winter. Every time. She hated the snow. Why did they have to go when there was snow on the ground?

“Hey, sleepy head. Wake up. We’re leaving soon. Dad’s gonna be mad if you don’t get up.” Haizea’s little brother bounced on the end of her bed.

Pulling the cover off of her head Haizea stuck her tongue out at her brother. “Get out and I’ll get dressed.”

Her brother hopped off the bed. “Ok, but hurry.” He knocked over the oil lamp on her dresser on the way out. It shattered on the wooden floor. “Sorry.” He didn’t stop to clean it up.

“Your clumsiness is going to get someone hurt one of these days!”

– – –

“Ugh. How much longer will we be in the mountains? It’s cold enough before this leg of the journey.”

“Haizea, you know it’s going to be two more days of travel. Ertval won’t be so bad after the mountains.” Haizea’s mom focused back on the trail. “Keep an eye on your brother. Don’t let him fall.”

Haizea’s brother stuck his tongue out at her. She responded in kind.

“Get along, you two.”

“We didn’t say anything, dad.”

“I know the sound of sticking your tongue out. Act more respectful to each other.”

Haizea’s brother leaned over the edge of the path. “Woah, the trees look like splinters from up here!” He started to lean away from the edge again when a bird flew in his face. “Gah!” He slipped and started to fall.

“No, you don’t.” Haizea grabbed her brother by the back of his tunic. “Got you.” A stronger hand grabbed her brother’s shoulders and pulled him up from the edge.

“Be careful, you two.”

Haizea looked at the man and he disappeared before her eyes. She looked to her parents and they were staring with wide eyes.

“Who was that?”

“Haizea. That was The Pathfinder. He’s never late, so he must’ve known you would be able to catch your brother.” Haizea’s father picked up her brother. “You’re coming with me. No more accidents.”

– – –

Several days later Haizea saw the Fount of the Gods. The ruins surrounding the fount were centuries old, but they still looked like they had just crumbled yesterday. No snow was within a yard of the place.

“Ok. We’re going in through the side entrance, as usual. Hold your sister’s hand.” Haizea’s father put her brother’s hand in hers.

After entering the castle ruins they looked down the side of the stone staircase and saw the pool the fount had formed. They looked up and saw the floating source that seemed to flow from nowhere.

Usually, Haizea felt nothing magical in this place. Today, however, she felt the stirrings of the arcane within her. She paused for a moment, letting go of her brother’s hand. When she realized she had let go he was already leaning over the edge, looking down.

“Wow, it looks so cool! I mean it always does, but I’m in awe every time.”

Haizea moved forward to grab his hand and pull him back when he stood up suddenly, knocking them both off balance. In the moment before he fell Haizea pushed her brother back onto the stairs, causing herself to fall instead.

“Nooo! Haizea!” Haizea’s brother called out.

Haizea’s mother and father turned to look back and caught a glimpse of Haizea falling before she splashed into the pool. She did not rise back to the surface. Haizea’s father broke into a sprint and ran down the rest of the stairs.

“No, she’s fine.” The Pathfinder stood at the bottom of the stairs. “If you go in after her you will die.”

“You knew she would fall? Is that why you saved my son?”

“No. She would’ve fallen either way. I saved your son and you at her request. Do not go in after her.” The Pathfinder disappeared.

Haizea’s father knelt at the edge of the pool, weeping. He did not enter it.

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The gods of Nevre: The Vicious – After

Ellain wiped her sword off. The skravyn blood was thick and black. She was working as a mercenary in Zentar, fighting off the hellspawn that The Desecrator had created. They were sealed away for a reason, but now they were set free.

“At least they don’t have wings anymore.” Ellain looked to the skies, reveling in the bloodshed. “Well, who’s next?”

Five skravyn, their beaks gleaming black and their feathers rustling in the wind. They charged at The Vicious as one, and as one they fell. She had used the serrated edge of her blade, sawing through each of them in turn. The last had tried to run but had found her dagger in its spine and her blade in its neck.

Rivers of black blood fed back down into Dark Under as The Viscious drew ever closer to the cave the skravyn were flooding through. The first had no weapons with them, but now they had weapons. They were mostly make-shift, but some of them had real swords. As she approached another group of skravyn she saw Kemp out of the corner of her eye. The king slayer. She slayed the skravyn in front of her and turned to approach him.

“Hello, Ellain.”


“Right, you haven’t done that before, multiple times.”

“Not to the king I was working for. Though if I were mad enough I wouldn’t be surprised to find myself doing it.” Ellain paused, looking Kemp up and down. “I wouldn’t have expected you to do it, then lose your sword to his brat.”

“Well, that was my payment. What do you think about these skravyn? Do they deserve your viciousness?”

“Deserve? No.” Ellain sheathed her blade. Kemp didn’t look like he was going to stop talking. “If we didn’t go so far back you wouldn’t still be talking.”

“I know.” Kemp shrugged. “I just wanted to know if you felt the pull of the hole in the gods. Do you know where The Vengeance is?”

Ellain nodded. “Ah, I see you felt compelled to dispense vengeance on the king for the skravyn. It stopped the army, but the prince can’t cancel the mercenary contracts. We were paid in advance.”

“I know.”

“Now leave, so I can kill ten more to fulfill the contract.”

“Do I have your word you will stop there?”

“Yes, but these ten will take some time…” a wicked smile covered Ellain’s face. “Would you like to watch, squad mate?”

“No, I’m going to try to find Stigr. He might know where The Vengeance is.” Kemp turned and walked off.

“Heh, I knew you wouldn’t. The bond of squad mates lasts beyond service.” Ellain redrew her sword. “So, birdbrains, who wants to be strung up by their intestines and slowly bleed to death?”

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The gods of Nevre: The Alchemist – After

Frevren looked over the alchemist’s equipment sitting on the table in front of him. “What do you want me to do, exactly?”

The Sorceress smiled. “You really don’t remember, do you Frevren? Who you are and what you can do?” A salaman poked his head into the room and motioned at her. “Try to make that lump of lead into gold. I’ll be right back.”

“Lead into gold? I thought you were The Sorceress, not The Wanderer!” Frevren didn’t hear a reply. The Sorceress was already gone. “Lead into gold, yeah right.” He mumbled to himself.

The wall next to Frevren was covered with alchemical reagents. Nothing was labeled. He assumed that they weren’t labeled because The Sorceress already knew what everything was. “Well, time to start cataloging I guess.”

– – –

When Taika returned to the room where she had left Frevren she found that all of her drawers were labeled with what ingredient was where. Something she hadn’t needed to do since she could remember. She always knew which one to grab at any time. She hadn’t thought that it wasn’t the same for Frevren. She looked over the labels. “Oh, that’s what it’s called. ‘Snake Snout’.” She pulled a root from the drawer and looked at it. It vaguely resembled the head of a snake.

“What?” Frevren looked up from the worktable. “Oh, you’re back.” There were empty vials lying on the table and a lump of gold-colored metal.

Taika looked over the table. “Hmm, interesting choices. Yes, those would certainly work for me turning lead to gold. How did it do for you?”

Shrugging Frevren handed her a saw. “See for yourself. I assume it looks like lead not too far down.”

The saw bit into the lump of metal easily and when cut in half it revealed the entire lump was gold colored.

“Hmm. Interesting.” Taika cast a small spell on the metal. “Even more interesting.” She pulled a small booklet from her robe and jotted a note on it with a piece of sharpened charcoal. “Do you believe you made gold?”

Frevren scoffed. “No, I believe I colored lead to look like gold. If you give me a set of scales and gold that matches the volume I can prove they aren’t the same weight.”

“Oh, but it would prove you have made gold.” Taika smiled at Frevren. “Even when they don’t know who they are the gods can perform miracles.”

“What did you say? You were mumbling for that last bit.”

“Nothing, nothing. I think you could make a great mage. Would you like to study transmutation?”

“Sure, why not? I still don’t think this is gold, though.” Frevren shook his head.

A smile spread across Taika’s face. “You have access to my instruments. Test it yourself.”

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The Fractured Mountains – Ch. 9

Dreekt and Gaemacirch went to meet with the captain of the guard. The captain wasn’t at the guardpost, however. They asked a couple of the guards where he might be and finally one of the guards directed them to the northern wall.

“Hello newcomers. Here to volunteer on the wall tonight?” The guard captain moved to the ladder next to the gate and slid down. “I’ll be glad to have your help, and some in the guard will be glad to have you in sight.” He smiled broadly to show that he wasn’t one of them. “I assume Samuel sent you to get free rooms?”

“We intended to offer help before that. The southern gate guards mentioned night raids by creatures from Dark Under. When should we report for duty?” Gaemacirch spoke for the both of them. “We’ve been traveling all day and have some need of rest first, if we can have it.”

“Yes, go sleep in the guardhouse for a few hours. One of the men will wake you for the night watch then.” The captain shook their hands and climbed back up to the top of the wall. “Oh, and if you’re hungry there’s a stocked pantry too.”

– – –

A few hours later a guard woke up both Dreekt and Gaemacirch who felt well rested even after such a short sleep. “Time for the night watch. If either of you knows magic talk to the mage at the south-east watchtower. That’s the best place to cast from, and he has a list of specific effects you should avoid.” The man paused for a moment, a worried look on his face. “For the safety of the town of course.” It was clear that he had a fear of magic.

Dreekt nodded. “I’ll head to the tower then.” Dreekt glanced over at Gaemacirch who looked annoyed. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to separate. Seeing how we’re both dark races.” He practically spit out the phrase. “Unless you feel more safe with us apart.” He didn’t break eye contact with the soldier, misinterpreting the worried look on the soldier’s face.

“Uhh, I don’t care. You should forgive those that do right now. We are getting attacked from where your races began. Even if you’ve never been there in your whole lives. I never would’ve thought you were evil or anything like that.” The man babbled on for a moment longer until he realized that Gaemacirch and Dreekt were already gone.

– – –

Adalet snuck out of the Blue Flagon. She was careful to not let the barkeep see her on the way out. She made her way to the mayoral building, shifting from shadow to shadow.

Outside the mayoral building were two guards. They were alert, but their attention was on the skies. They were watching for attacks from flying creatures from Dark Under, not keeping watch at the door like they were supposed to. Not that it mattered to The Vengeance. Being a goddess she could just pop right inside the building. That wouldn’t be fun, though. She wanted to try to sneak by the men the mundane way.

Sneaking up to the men was the easy part. Adalet stood next to the door to the building already. The hard part would be opening the door without them noticing. In fact, there was no way to open the door without them noticing. Sighing quietly in annoyance Adalet decided to pop into the building using a teleportation spell. In an instant she was on the other side of the door.

Swiftly and quietly The Justice made her way to the mayor’s office. There, hanging on the back wall, was Grigori Petrovich’s quarterstaff. She had no idea how he had gotten it enchanted so quickly after magic had been released into the world, but he had.

Reaching out with a steady hand Adalet pulled the quarterstaff from the wall and immediately a magical alarm started to go off. She tried to teleport out of the room, but something blocked her.

Thoughts on how to escape ran through Adalet’s mind until she remembered that even if she was caught they couldn’t kill her. Smiling to herself she clutched the quarterstaff to her body and ran out the front door of the building. The two guards were surprised that the thief would come out the front and she dealt with them swiftly.

Adalet paused on her escape route for a second as she saw a shrine to The Justice in the village square. She jogged over to it and blessed it. Taking the quarterstaff was vengeance for Grigori Petrovich’s murder of her parents, but she had no reason to hate the town. As she turned to continue her escape she didn’t notice that two familiar figures were now chasing her down.

– – –

A loud magical alarm woke Burner up. She shot bolt upright and grabbed the dagger next to her bed. Looking around the room she realized that Adalet was gone. “Shast, she probably went after that quarterstaff.” Burner dressed quickly, making sure that her waxen skin was covered and pulled her cowl up over her head. Armed and dressed she made her way out of the inn, going up one flight of stairs to the ground level.

– – –

Dreekt and Gaemacirch were walking up to the door of the mage’s tower when an alarm went off from the center of town.

“You go inside. I’ll see what’s up with that alarm.” Gaemacirch nudged Dreekt forward and turned towards the alarm, running to catch up to a guard heading that way. “Hey, what’s that alarm mean?”

“Someone’s broken into the mayor’s office, but that’s the least of our problems. That alarm is going to draw in more Dark Under creatures. I need to go disable it. You keep an eye out for anything suspicious.” He handed Gaemacirch a small badge. “Pin that to your shirt, they’ll know you’re with the watch.”

Gaemacirch took the badge and bent the back so it clipped to his armor. “Ok.”

The guard doubled his pace as Gaemacirch looked around for anyone acting suspicious. He spotted Adalet running through the streets holding a quarterstaff, and Burner following behind. He intercepted Burner. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Burner glanced at Gaemacirch and continued running after Adalet. “She took something from the mayor’s office. We need to get it back.”

– – –

“Adalet, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” Burner stood ten feet from Adalet who had stopped running just outside town. “Give back the quarterstaff and we’ll let you leave.”

A smile came to Adalet’s lips as she turned to face Burner and Gaemeacirch. “You can’t stop my vengeance. You won’t be the first to try.”

Burner hummed a short tune and a wave of sound rumbled around and shot at Adalet.

Still smiling Adalet stood her ground as the sound wave passed through her without harm. “My turn.” A bolt of lightning shot out from the quarterstaff as she pointed it at Burner. The bolt hit Burner in the chest and she fell to one knee. Adalet turned back around and started to walk away. “It’s no use. Don’t try it Gaem.”

Bristling with fury Gaemacirch through a kunai at Adalet. He had meant the blade to hit with the flat against her head to knock her out, instead it severed her brainstem at the base of her skull. “Oh, that’s not what I meant to do.” The fury had drained from Gaemacirch’s body. “I guess we need to get that quarterstaff back and deal with her body.”

“Yeah,” Burner stood back up, “she was holding out on us. That packed a punch.” She walked over to Adalet’s corpse and took the quarterstaff from her grip. A piece of parchment dropped from Adalet’s hand as the quarterstaff left it. “What’s that?”

Gaemacirch reached down and unfolded the parchment. “It says that the man we’re looking for is named Magnus, and he isn’t evil.” He stuck the parchment under his armor. “I’m too in shock to register what that means.”

It means she knew him the whole time, and I’m just as surprised as you.” Burner said. “I didn’t think they were both selfish pricks. Oh well, come on Gaem. We need to find this Magnus fellow.” Burner looked up suddenly. “Odd, I could’ve sworn I saw…nevermind. Let’s drag her to the side of the road and cover her. We need to go back.”

– – –

A few minutes later the path to Dregton was clear and quiet. Nothing in the forest stirred. Adalet’s body disappeared from under the pile of rocks Burner and Gaemacirch had hastily covered her with. A puff of smoke poured out from between the rocks and coalesced back into Adalet. She stood shivering next to the rocks, naked. She quickly moved the rocks off her clothes and put them on. Her coin was gone, but her bow and arrows were lying nearby. “So, they left me something. My vengeance is complete. Once the Dark Under creatures arrive maybe those three can save the town, maybe not. I have a date to keep.” Adalet teleported away. A few moments later the path to Dregton was filled with skittering creepers, and the sky was full of noxious flyers heading for the town.

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