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67. A New Age

The days following Mark’s escape from the battlefield were tense. He half expected dozens of throne ships to fly over the horizon and bombard Fort Winterclaw, but they never came.

He briefed Callum carefully, making sure the boy wouldn’t say anything about what happened. Creating a panic was the last thing they needed. 

He h...

66. Spoils of War

Charging into the command center of World’s Edge Citadel, a bald, square-jawed Imperator made his way up to the planning map that Legate Athriel and his lieutenants craned over, spurring onlookers to turn in his direction.

“Imperator?” The Legate’s bushy brows perked as his head rose, with a figurine he was about to place on the ma...

65. Battle in the South

Once the pieces were set in place, Mark took his throne ship south. Venjimin had provided a map of the barbarian federation camp and the temple. 

After scouting out the battle or potentially what was left of it, Mark planned to head to the temple and loot whatever they could find.

With him, he took several mercenaries, a couple ...

64. Plans in Action

Once the ship was loaded, Mark ferried his people across to the mine. He filled the entire rear of the ship and managed to load twelve people. Four guards, six miners, one cook, and an Imperial miner with some basic smelting and metallurgy skills who was selected by Payon to act as the team’s chief. The two had worked together in the past, and...

63. Manpower

Awkwardly untying the hovlings, Mark sent them on their way. Luckily, the meek little creatures didn’t seem interested in a fight.  

He couldn’t help but be curious over who wore down the stones if not the hovlings. However, he wasn’t too interested in pressing Alzuz for a history lesson, and he figured that the creature wo...

62. The Mine

Once the mercenary arrived at the camp, Mark and Elowen delved deeper into the cave. Mark decided to leave the smithy apprentice to test ore samples in the cavern while the mercenary guarded the camp.

They had attempted to talk to the weird creatures when they awoke from Mark’s lightning, but quickly realized that neither of them underst...

61. Delve

“Master Henric,” an acolyte saluted at the door to the Arms-Master’s cabin. 

“Come in,” he waved, barely taking notice of the acolyte with his nose buried in papers at his desk.

“It’s the new arrivals… and the ferals,” he swallowed.

“And?” Henric rose from the papers with a raised brow.

“It’...

60. Mine in the Distance

Venjimin’s maps proved imperfect—as expected—and resulted in a lot of back-and-forth flying across the land before Mark spotted the mine’s entrance. 

Set on the side of a mountain overlooking the remains of a settlement, the mine’s mouth was a small clearing with a couple of abandoned mine carts almost entirely buried by sno...

59. New Power

“Hand me those herbs,” Mira snapped, jolting Erald from his musing.

“Here,” he said, passing the stack of mixed herbs across the crowded benchtop.

Huffing, Mira snatched them from his hand and ground them into a mortar and pestle, grunting angrily with each movement.

“Are you okay?”

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58. Fast Movers

When scouts returned with news that no wargs or cultists had been spotted in the surrounding lands, Mark sent out his people. There could be no telling how long his enemies and rivals would remain distracted fighting one another, and he needed to make the most of the power vacuum growing across the Frontier.

First, he sent people to reesta...

57. Birth of a Nation

Two men stood on ladders and held up a newly carved sign over a large cabin at the center of the Low District as Reida looked up and directed them.

“There, perfect,” she said, and the two men pulled hammers from their belts and began nailing it down. “Reida’s Bows and Arrows,” she read, and a smile formed across her face.

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56. Aftermath

After hours of waiting, the throne ship's lights flickered back on, and Mark pounded the button, opening the hatch.

Three acolytes waited for him and stiffened into a salute as the door opened.

“Good to see people alive,” Mark huffed as he exited. "So, we won then?"

“Yes, Imperator. The enemy broke shortly afte...

55. Final Show Down

Somewhat orderly formations marched forward until volleys of arrows shot out toward them. When the first few cultists fell to the arrows, their lines broke ranks into a wild charge at the fort.

Mark felt his conviction tested as he watched the blanketing army charging from all directions. They had killed many, but there were still thousand...

54. Herald

It doesn’t look like I get much of a choice in this. Mark thought as he felt his new powers securing their hold on him.

The imprisoned god had forced itself upon him, and it was obvious why. It seemed the mage hearts had provided a necessary link. He was likely the only person to have ever donned one without going through the br...

53. Lightning Lord

“What do you think you're doing?”

Callum turned to Erin who stood in the doorway; he had wanted to be quick so nobody saw him. But that was never going to work. Erin wasn’t the kind to be restricted to her watch on the wall just because it was an order.

“Nothing.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing.”

Callum p...

52. Another Wave

Shooting into the sky above the fort, Mark scanned the forest for the glowing signal he had spotted when he had fought the priest previously.

Come on, where are you? 

Swooping just above the trees, Mark sped past in search of the priest. But there was no sign of him. It was more than that. He was fairly certain the man ...

51. Crafty Enemies

“What are the numbers, feral born?” Said a hunched-over, white-haired man as two armored cultists entered the hide tent he sat in.

“Five hundred and sixty dead–eighty-seven injured, High Priest,” the dirty man fell to a knee.

“Bah!” The High Priest shot up from his chair and swung around, throwing a fist through the air...

50. Defense of the Fort

Mark almost felt sick as he watched arrows cutting into the already wounded men, stubbornly trying to pull themselves through the barbed wires.

Driven by religious fervor, the cultists pushed on, ignoring the wounds opening up across their bodies until they could no more and sunk into the deathly grasp of the trenches.

But those behi...

49. Beginning of the End

Mark and Henric stood on the wall, watching as the cultist army marched to the surrounding tree line. 

His heart threatened to thump straight out of his chest, and Mark did his best to calm it, reminding himself that their preparations and tests had been successful. If these stubborn people managed to push through the wire, his imitat...

48. Final Preparations

“Dober, what are the numbers for thrower fuel? The Imperator needs an update," Elowen said, pacing the storeroom.

“It’s a-a—hmmm… twelve barrels,” Dober said, finger running down the ledger.

“Faster, farm boy,” Elowen snapped her fingers as she mechanically made her way through the room. “That won’t do. I’m goin...

47. Return to the Front

“Arms Master,” an acolyte saluted as he stepped to Henric's side on the wall.

“Do you have news from our barbarian scouts?”

“Yes, several groups have returned from our surroundings,” the boy nodded.

“Out with it.”

“It’s not good... there's more than just the bodies they found earlier. Ferals keep talki...

46. Seat of Power

Mark had to admit he was impressed as they flew into Deloise. The city was what he imagined a great Mediterranean capital of the Middle Ages or Classical Antiquity would have looked like. 

Columned buildings perched atop a crowded mesa overlooking the giant river at its side, which was as wide as the city itself. Narrow roads split th...

45. Into the Archbishopric

After restocking supplies and waiting for the Lord Librarian’s people to inform them of their contact’s whereabouts, the party took off again.

Bishop Rayleigh lived in a villa surrounded by orchids some distance from the Archbishopric’s capital, Deloise.

While the Archbishopric was quite large, much of it was arid and barren, w...

44. Growing Storm

Soldiers marched from the snow-capped mountains in the thousands. They brought with them horses, wagons, and even a detachment of wargs. They wore armor, both leather and metal, with shields and spears on their backs and the flags of the Seven-Headed Wolf God flattering in the blizzarding weather above.

“You did well, Captain,” the bal...

43. Winter

The howling winds and constant downpours of snow picked up as the last days of winter counted down. The line between winter proper and the constant cold of the Frontier might have seemed arbitrary to many but not to the gods of the north and those that followed them.

Within the great hall lit by hundreds of flicking torches, thousands of w...

42. Sign on the Dotted line

“Come now, Imperator, can’t we find a civil agreement?" Edarn Donez said, watching the harbor from his window. He swung back toward where Mark was sitting in the room filled with plush red satins and golden trim. 

“Agreement? What did you have in mind?” Mark said, sipping from the surprisingly good tea he had been offered—a ...

41. Xaarn

Erin mediated between Trayox and his men, and the Imperials they helped build cabins for. She had been nominated for the role thanks to her relationship with the big man, and was starting to earn a name for herself as a link between the barbarian people and the Imperials.

They had started putting up the cabins once the trench was dug out. ...

40. It’s getting cold

Callum stared down at the sword Henric had given him. Most acolytes didn’t carry swords as weapons. Crossbows were usually the weapon of choice. The weapons were relatively easy to use. Considered students rather than soldiers, acolytes were generally not expected to fight on the front-line, although they did carry daggers. For the most part s...

39. Throne Ship

Blizzard winds whipped up around the ship as Mark brought it down into a shaky descent.

The ship's mage heart needed a chance to rest and landed with a heavy thud, jolting Mark and the acolytes roughly, squeaking through branch claws as it passed through the forest canopy.

I wonder if this thing scratches.

“We all al...

38. Treasure in the Foothills

Perched atop the western mountains, the stone facade of a temple lined the cliff face, its columns and roof cut straight from the rock it was built into. A platform sat at its mouth with several stone pillars arranged in a circle, and two paths cut through the stone leading up to the stone walls that surrounded it.

For centuries the temple...