by Jamie Davis
Cari began a precise series of moves slashing and stabbing to create irritating and painful injuries. It caused the sergeant’s rage to increase even more and his sword work got even sloppier.
Cari danced around while she attacked in such a way as to keep the sergeant between her and the major. The enraged man seemed oblivious to the efforts of his commanding officer to get around him and rejoin the fight, focusing only on getting to his tormentor. She thought to herself that the taunt was working better than usual. Cari decided to finish it.
The sergeant made one more clumsy thrust at her chest. Cari batted the saber aside with her dagger and followed it with a lunging thrust of her own. Her sword blade ran the man through, piercing his heart. More than six inches of the blade exited his back before she pulled it free. With a gasp, the sergeant fell to the ground. Frothy blood coughed up from his mouth and he fell over, dead.
6,500 experience awarded
“Now it’s just you and me, Major. Shall we continue where we left off in the mines?”
“If I remember correctly, I left you near death in the mines. I’m thinking now that was a mistake. I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“You’re probably right. Too bad you can’t turn back time. Let’s do this.”
Cari decided to drive the attack forward right away. She’d seen how fast this man was. She glanced in her visual field and saw her power bar was nearly full. She should be able to engage her burst of speed skill in just a few more successful attacks. She wanted to finish this as quickly as possible.
Stomping her foot on the ground as she lunged, Cari thrust then feinted to the right and batted away the major’s return attack. She thrust forward again right away. The combination attack managed to get past his defenses for the first time. She scored a hit with a slashing cut to his upper thigh.
The major grimaced. He scowled at her. “I just bought those trousers. I hope you have enough coins on your person. When I rummage through your clothing over your dead body, I want to make sure there’s enough to pay for a new outfit.”
Cari laughed. “Are you trying to taunt me like I taunted your sergeant?” She shook her head. “That’s not going to work on me. Only men are stupid enough to fall for such things.”
Cari followed up the words with another combination of attacks. This time the major easily defended himself and then launched his own attack sequence.
She found herself backpedaling under the furious series of sword work coming at her. A few of his attacks worked through her defenses.
Health damage — health -6
Health damage — health -8
Cari finally stopped the major’s advance and drove back with her own attacks, knocking his sword thrust out of the way and following it with a riposte attack. She lunged forward and scored a deep thrust into the major’s side. She knew she probably only pierced muscle, but he grimaced and drew backward. The hit caused him to change tactics.
Major Novachik backed up to gain some distance while he assessed the damage. Pressing his free hand to the wound, he shouted at Cari. “I tire of this, girl. I’d hoped you might have learned more tricks since our last fight.”
“I have more tricks up my sleeve than you know,” Cari said. Her power bar was nearly full. One more successful attack should fill it. She’d been sorely wounded before when they met. She was in much better condition now and she was going to show him how she could really fight.
The next few seconds had them dealing each other a combination of attacks and defensive parries. Neither of them managed to break through the other’s defenses.
Cari almost got the chance she needed and pressed forward with a desperate attack. She realized too late the major had executed a perfect feint, drawing her into an attack she should’ve known was foolhardy.
The major twisted aside so that her lunge stabbed through empty air. Her body stretched out at the limit of her reach leaving her open to his follow up attack before she could recover.
Slashing downward with his sword, he struck her right forearm with a deep slash. Cari’s hand reflexively opened and her dagger fell to the ground.
Health damage — health -15
Cari grimaced at the pain of the injury. She tried to work her fingers but he’d obviously severed some tendons in her forearm and her fingers weren’t responding to commands. She looked at the damage in her health bar. She considered using her troll blood regenerative ability. She decided to hold off for a little bit longer and use it just before she activated her burst of speed.
The major smiled and followed the slashing attack on her arm with another combination, trying to break through her defenses now that she only had her rapier.
Her sword arm began tiring and Cari backed up, breaking away and deflecting the powerful blows from the stronger man in front of her. Even with all of her experience in battle, this particular fight was taking a lot out of her. She pressed onward and managed to get the attack she needed past his defenses, scoring a thrust to his off-hand shoulder. Blood ran in a trickle down his arm, staining the white sleeve of his linen shirt.
Cari’s power bar flashed green and she decided to regenerate her injuries as she prepared to use the burst of speed skill.
Cari called up her regeneration skill and activated it. She only had to hold off the major’s attacks for sixty seconds while the injuries healed. She would activate her burst of speed once her health status bar was full.
Cari went into defensive mode and backed away.
The major drove his attacks forward then noticed her use the fingers of her injured hand again and glanced at her arm. His eyes widened in surprise. “How did you do that?”
“A little trick I learned from a friend.”
“Miss Dix, you are indeed a woman of mystery.”
“Major, you have no idea. But that’s not going to matter because I plan on dealing with you once and for all right here and now.”
Beside Cari, Helen finished off the final orc she faced and went to help Francesca with her final opponent. Cari smiled. The balance had shifted and she was almost at full health again.
The major glanced at his only remaining companion and then back at Cari. She was completing her regeneration process, the skin knitting together before his eyes. The major took a step back, raised his sword in a salute to her and snapped his fingers.
All of a sudden, he wasn’t there anymore.
Cari raised her sword and spun about, expecting some sort of trick.
“Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know, Cari,” Helen said. “If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“Stay on your guard,” Cari said. “He might just be invisible and using some sort of magic to hide. He could be standing right behind you ready to launch an attack.
Helen spun around, slashing her sword in wild swings in a circle. Francesca did the same thing.
“Both of you go find Rodrigo and make sure he’s not having trouble with those two orcs. I’ll keep searching for the Major.”
The two women nodded and ran off into the camp calling out Rodrigo’s name.
Cari scanned the ground, stepping forward and examining the boot prints in the dirt where the major had been standing seconds before. It took her a moment to make out the specific prints in the dirt, then she picked out a set of new prints matching his. They moved away from where she stood, heading out of the camp towards the city gates.
Whatever the major did, whatever magic it was, he’d managed to get away. This time, though, she’d held her own and now had a name to go with the face. She was sure she’d meet him again when she reached the capital. In the meantime, she’d managed to break the hold of Major Novachik and his men on the camp. It was time to set the rest of these men and women free.
As she went about the task with her companions, Cari wondered if they’d someday build a statue of her in the market square next to her father’s. The mere thought of it made her laugh.
Quest com
pleted — free Merrick’s workers
25,000 experience awarded
Bonus quest completed — free all the soldiers
10,000 experience awarded
Chapter 20
Hal leaned out over the side of the fishing boat, holding on to one of the stays connected to the top of the mast. The salt spray rose up and splashed against his face as the vessel crashed down into another wave. He stared straight ahead at the entrance to Tandon’s harbor. It was still so far away.
“Are we going to make it?” Mona asked.
“I’m not sure. We need to ask our esteemed captain.”
The fisherman transporting them had skirted along the coast, staying away from the naval ships cruising the open sea in between Morton Creek and Tandon. But now he was racing for the harbor and there was no avoiding being seen by imperial navy vessels. To their left, several imperial ships closed in on them as they raced for the harbor mouth.
“This ain’t what you call no racing sloop,” the captain said. “But she’s got more speed on her than you think. We’ll make it, as long as we don’t get smashed by one of those cannon balls.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Hal said. “Judging from the angle those ships have on us, at least the leading vessel is going to get a shot off at us. What do you think Mona?”
“I think you’re right.” Mona pulled a pair of brass binoculars from her utility belt. They looked like a cross between a pair of opera glasses and something an optometrist might use to examine someone’s eyes. There were several additional lenses on levers that she could flip down across the front of the binoculars to change the magnification along with several other things Hal didn’t know about. Mona was always tinkering with her gear, adding enhancements along the way. As he watched her gaze out at the naval vessels, her fingers flipped down one of the attached lenses then flipped it up and dropped another one in place.
“What are you looking at, Mona? Can you see anything?”
“I’m trying to judge their speed. These particular glasses allow me to make some simple computations and measurements based on markings etched in the glass of several of the lens sets. I think the captain’s right. If we make it without getting hit by any of the cannon fire, we can beat them to the harbor mouth.”
Stefan worked nearby to change the angle of the sail based on the orders from the fisherman at the tiller. The vessel was small and only required a few people to operate it. Hal suspected the fisherman could do it all by himself in a pinch if he had to.
Hal turned forward, watching the approaching naval vessels. He waited for the inevitable cannon fire.
As if he’d predicted it with his thoughts, the gun ports were opened and the cannon barrels run out. “They’re getting ready to take the shot. Let’s hope they’re bad at what they do.”
“Don’t worry, sonny. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” the old fisherman called out.
He shouted new orders to Stefan to do something with the sail. Hal was never much of a sailor and had no idea what the words meant but it turned out Stefan was an experienced seaman after serving under Cari and he raced to grab another rope. He pulled at it and they began changing the direction as the sail caught the wind at a new angle.
The fishing captain swung the tiller to the opposite direction and the fishing vessel heeled over on its side, almost capsizing. Hal realized the fisherman timed it perfectly.
The cannons belched fire and smoke and then he heard the thundering rumble of the shots. Cannonballs arched out in their direction but the sudden change in their course caused all to splash into the water far to port. As soon as the cannonballs landed, the fisherman shouted more orders and once again Stefan trimmed the sail while the tiller was shifted once again. This time they changed direction back to their original course, once again heading straight for the harbor mouth.
“They’re going to get at least one more shot off,” Hal said.
“Maybe, maybe not. It all depends on what that fort on the headland by the harbor does,” Mona said. She’d shifted her binoculars to stare at Tandon. The fortress built beside the harbor mouth showed some activity on the battlements. The massive harbor guns overlooked the approach to the harbor.
“What do you see?” Hal asked.
“They’re definitely preparing to fire. And they’ve got bigger guns than you can carry on a ship. I think they’re going to scare off our naval friends with a castle broadside of their own.” Mona looked once more at the battlements of the fort then turned her gaze back onto the lead naval vessel. “It’s going to be really close.”
The next ten seconds were tense on the fishing boat, waiting to see which side got the next shots off.
Hal cheered when the fort fired first.
The larger cannons boomed and belched smoke and fire as their cannonballs flew directly at the first naval vessel. Hal was disappointed at first to see them splash into the ocean a hundred yards short of their target.
The fisherman, however, whooped and hollered. He cheered and pumped his fist in the air.
“Why are you so happy? They missed.”
“They marked their range for the bastards. Look. The Imperial ships are turning around.”
Hal glanced seaward and saw the old fisherman was right. The naval vessels had come about, turning away from their approach to the harbor. The fort had the range on them and if they got any closer could probably smash them to bits before they could return fire.
The little vessel Hal, Mona, and Stefan sailed on had a clear shot at the harbor mouth.
Hal breathed a sigh of relief. This new type of warfare on the high seas made him a bit anxious. He couldn’t understand how Cari had managed to deal with it all this last year in her time as a Raider captain.
As they rounded the headland into the harbor mouth, Hal waved up at the battlements of the harbor fort. His gesture was returned by several of the soldiers manning the guns. Hal turned to Mona. “We should gather our things. I want to make sure we get up to see the Duke a soon as we get in. There’s a lot of things I think we need to put in place before we leave to go try and catch up with Cari.”
“I’ll meet you there,” Mona said. “There’s something I need to check on at the Caravansary Outfitters. I’m hoping Colin can help me with something I need for the portal device. Heath and I almost had it completed, but something is missing and I’m hoping Colin will be able to help me figure out what it is I need to complete the project.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Hal asked.
“No, that’s all right. You and Stefan head up towards the palace. Go tell the Duke what’s going on. I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished at the outfitters.”
The three of them set about gathering their belongings. Living on an open fishing vessel for days as it sailed around the coast had been an interesting experience. It was not one Hal was ready to relive if he had a choice. Still, the captain had lived up to his word and gotten them here in record time. Now he had to do what he could to make sure Cari had the support she needed when she reached the capital. It was going to be a race against time.
As soon as they docked in the harbor and Hal settled up for the cost of their trip with the captain, he and Stefan headed up the hill towards the Palace District. Mona accompanied them the first part of the way, then she peeled off and headed towards the Caravan District with a wave over her shoulder.
Hal wondered if she’d be able to get the answer to the question she had. No matter what happened when they caught up with Cari, they still needed that portal device to get home.
Chapter 21
Mona opened the door leading into the ramshackle collection of buildings that was known as the Caravansary Outfitters. All of the buildings stood pressed up against each other, connecting wall to wall so the peculiar store ran into one continuous building on the inside.
While it looked rundown and decrepit on the outside, the interior of the Caravansary Outfitters was spotless as always. Of course, that didn’t
mean that it wasn’t a little bit cluttered and disorganized to the casual eye. Stacks of adventuring items of various types, new and old, were on display in piles everywhere on the floor and on shelves. Some items hung down from hooks in the ceiling beams above.
The store layout was different every time she’d ever entered the building. This particular time there were rows upon rows of stacked muskets, leaned up in racks as if waiting for soldiers to come and grab them from their positions. Each had a bayonet affixed to the end of the barrel. Beside the musket racks were shelves containing powder boxes and cartridge satchels. There were even a few leather bandoliers lying about like she might see in an old-fashioned Mexican western film.
Mona wondered if that meant Collin had a few more modern weapons lying about somewhere. She’d have to ask. It might be nice to have a revolver or even a shotgun or semi-automatic pistol around in the coming days and weeks.
Mona shifted to thinking about the engineering requirements of machining a new type of firearm like a revolver. No one had developed anything like it here in Fantasma yet, although it was only a matter of time. She wondered if she wanted to accelerate that learning curve by creating one herself. It would be handy to have, but there were going to be repercussions across the social fabric of this land if she introduced something like that to a world that wasn’t ready for it.
She was still browsing through the items around her when a tap on her shoulder made her jump in alarm. “Dammit, Colin! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”
“Why does everyone always say that to me? Don’t they realize that’s how I roll?”
Mona turned around and pulled the short man into a tight embrace.
“What was that for?” Colin asked when she let go of him.
“You are the closest I’ve been to my daughter since I’ve been here. You’ve talked to her, not once, but twice. I’m kind of jealous and hoping some of her might’ve rubbed off on you.