PreCursive

  When I saw that the guard I’d hung had…passed, I lowered him to the floor by letting out a little bit more vine. Once he was resting soundlessly on the floor, I dismissed the vine in my hands, letting the entire skill diffuse into formless, invisible Aether.

  I let out a shuddering breath once my grisly work was done. When I did so, a wave of exhaustion rolled over me. I nearly buckled standing upright, but caught myself at the st moment. I’d pushed myself too hard and fast after the strain of dispersing the door. Using multiple skills in a row had been a bad idea, but…

  I tried to give Aurum a weak smile. My heart sank though when he just gave me a nervous look iurn. The golden Sculpted retreated into the crowd of freed inmates as if he was trying to hide from me.

  I…see. The guy had seen me do some pretty…questiohings by this point. I shouldn’t be surprised if he was wary of me now. I tried not to let it bother me, but I wasn’t sure I was succeeding.

  Soundlessly, Sylvia faded into view on my right. She had put up her hood so I couldn’t see her face but said hood ointed in my dire. I didn’t look at her. Instead, I was looking forward at Grey and the unknown man, who were approag me.

  When they reached me, the straggly inmate cpped me on the shoulder. “You with this lot, eh?” He said, jerking a fi Grey. “Didn’t know they had anyone so hard with ‘em. Names McGill.” The man thrust a hand in my dire. Warily, I reached out to grip his forearm, as I’d grown aced to in Vereden. They didn’t shake hands here. When I did so, the man gripped mine iurn powerfully. I didn’t flinch, just meeting his eyes. McGill gave me a toothy smile. “ Shadesey.”

  ? From what I uood, that implied he was from the Hill Tribes. Like Bleddyn.

  I gave him a slow nod. “Nate,” I said shortly.

  “o meet ya, Hangman,” McGill told me, smirking. I let go of his forearm, trying not to let on how much that word bothered me. My Ag skill had to be good for something, I suppose, as the man looked briefly disappoihat he didn’t get a rise out of me.

  I put his new niame out of my mind, partmentalizing it further down the rings. Instead, I flicked my eyes in Grey’s dire. He met them, and nodded slightly at me. My mentor then deliberately turo stare at McGill himself. The man got the hint, and wandered off to join the rest of the inmates, where they started asking him whispered questions and sending me slightly fearful looks. I didn’t bme them. I still had Thorn Cloak active, and the skill did lend me an intimidating air.

  I leaned in closer to Grey. “That’s who you decided to free?”

  Grey let out a short, frustrated huff of air. “Isabel insisted. Apparently, she reized the man as a fellow pirate of Marrowmist. Normally, I wouldn’t expect her to care about such things, but acc to her, she owed him a favor. Freeing him and his crew from impriso ts, in her words. Said crew are the rest of the rabble. She argued that they could either help operate the Reef or andeer one of the other ships.”

  “…the ohat are being sabotaged right now?” I asked him in an incredulous, whispered tone.

  “…I don’t pretend to uand the mind of women,” Grey whispered back. “Either way, I didn’t care tue much. We must move quickly now. Are you well enough to fight?”

  I immediately shook my head. “No, even that little bit nearly made me bck out again. I have no idea what would happen if I tried to call up something like The Stilnt Bde.”

  Grey nodded shortly at that. “Theurn to your reaissance above. One of the other inmates informed us that all the politically important prisoners are bei in the tral tower, under heavy guard. Keep watch with Sylvia. Speaking of,” He waved his daughter closer, from where she retending not to be eavesdropping.

  She did so, apparently already guessing what he was going to ask. Before I could say a word in protest, Sylvia picked me up in a bridal carry, remi of how she used to ba Addersfield. I ruthlessly suppressed my embarrassment when several of the inmates chuckled derisively. My Sculpted friend didn’t care and simply jumped straight upwards to nd on the wooden beams above us. Ohere, she let me down, where I could find my bearings once again.

  Below us, Grey visibly trated before making a gesture. At it, a bubble of silence desded oire group, cutting off the low versation I heard ing from the inmates. My mentor then turned around and pushed his way through the group to lead them once again. At his sileure, the group got underway again.

  I let out a breath and followed them from above with Sylvia.

  ……………………………………..

  I wasn’t able to help the group much from above, as they made their way further into the prison plex. The guards that I had seen, and the ohat I had killed, were far from the only ohat they would enter.

  Overall, I think they would…dispose of a dozen different guardsmen as we made our way to the tral tower. Sylvia had chosen to leave me behind to scout ahead of the group and alert them to threats in front. Meanwhile, I was left behind in order to guard and watch the rear of the group. Thankfully, I didn’t o do much, as there weren’t any uards who had the bright idea to try and ambush a trailing member of the group. Not that there were any, now. Aurum was safely ensced within the group of inmates, being eyed by them specutively. The closest person I khat was in the back was Azarus, who was bringing up the rear guard on the ground.

  Speaking of, my dwarven friend ‘surreptitiously’ turned around and looked up at the rafters. I don’t think he kly where I was, but he still winked up in my general dire. I winced slightly. Azarus, you’re not meant to be pointing out the position of a scout like that…

  Not that I thought there was aually watg, but it was the principle of the thing.

  Seriously man, you o pick up some basic stealth skills.

  Before the group could progress any further and turn a er ahead, I saw Sylvia drop down in front of the group. They stopped, and father and daughter started a versation, pletely muffled by whatever silence spell Grey was using. After a moment, Sylvia jumped back up into the rafters, while Grey turo address the group. Meanwhile, I could see the slight outline of Sylvia moving rapidly in my dire.

  When Sylvia reached me, I shuffled in closer. “There is a rge guard checkpoint ahead,” She whispered. “From what I tell, this is the orao the tower and there are perhaps fifteen guards statiohere around the rge grate that leads inside. We have no choice but to assault the station. There’s no ce we’d be able to sneak past them.”

  I Sylvia seriously. “All right. What’s the pn?”

  “The pn,” Sylvia said pointedly. “Is for Father to extend his silence spell to cover the guard station, and the rest of us will charge them. Meanwhile, you are to tio watch the rear. Unless you’ve recovered enough?”

  Briefly calling up my Status and cheg my Stamina, I grimaced and shook my head. “No, I’m still tapped out,” I told her. “I’ll keep watch up here.”

  With an aowledging nod, Sylvia slipped away to join the group that was going to assault the checkpoint. I stayed where I was and watched as Grey, my panions, and the freed inmates prepared for the fight. The inmates seemed almost eager, readying the ons that they’d stolen from the corpses of various guards.

  With a look of intense tration on his aged features that I could see from where I was croug, Grey stepped out around the er in front of him. Immediately, he threw a hand forward, supposedly casting another sileng spell. He theelrum from its sheathed position on his waist and charged forward beyond my sight.

  The group of iook that as their cue, seemed to let out a silent cheer of bloodlust, and charged around the er themselves. My panions followed as well, just not as savagely.

  Meanwhile, I crept up in order to better keep an eye on things. As I did so, I caught sight of the battle that was happening on this apparent guard outpost.

  It was an almost eerie massacre. The etle was being ducted in plete silence, with none of the usual sounds of violence evident in the air. Grey’s spell had succeeded in quieting the entire corridor in which the fight was taking pce. I couldn’t get over just how odd it was to watch a fight take pce without the sound of steel on steel, or cries from batants.

  Sylvia had been right about the number of guards that had been manning the station. From the amount that was still fighting bined with those already sin, I ted exactly fifteen guards. However, they were outnumbered by inmates alone, much less my panions. I grimaced at the wild swipes that the guards were being bombarded by, with swords stolen from their patriots. They didn’t have a ce against the inmates who were hungry for revenge against their jailers, much less my friends who were stronger in general.

  However, I wasn’t watg the battle very closely.

  Instead, I was the rear guard. And good thing too, because I could see a pair of guards on patrol that were approag the corridor. They hadn’t quite reached the hallway where the battle was happening, but they looked like they were returning to it in my eyes.

  I scowled. I still hadn’t recovered enough to do something about them. I’d likely get sughtered in a straight fight, and I couldn’t replicate what I had done earlier. I just didn’t have it io cast another skill right now and be bat-effective. I was going to o get some of the fighters behio deal with them. However, with the sileng effe pce, I couldn’t warn them verbally. Looking around for a moment for an idea, I eventually just took out my colpsible spear and carved off a few pieces of wood from the beam I was croug on.

  Turning around, I looked for someohat I could bean with these wood ks to catch their attention. I grimaced when I saw that the closest person that I could see was that pirate from earlier, McGill. He was busy slitting the throat of some puard with a pilfered dagger.

  Fuck it. Beggars ’t be choosers.

  I took aim and tossed the k of wood at his head. Thankfully, I hit the mark. The pirate spun in pce, sing wildly for what had hit him. I dropped Thorn Cloak and waved at him. McGill caught sight of me with a fused look on his rough features. I pointed behind me urgently with one hand and held up two fingers with the other.

  He got the point.

  With a vicious smirk, the pirate caught the attention of two other inmates who were standing around, presumably part of his crew. He made a gesture to follow him and then raced to the end of the corridor. As he passed me, I made a gesture to the right so he would know which dire they were ing from. He adjusted, and then he and his two fellow itehemselves against the right wall.

  They didn’t have to wait long.

  The two patrolling guards rouhe er and didn’t have time to do more than widen their eyes before the inmates jumped them. I looked away, rather than watch as they were ko death by a trio of escaped pirates.

  Instead, I turned around to see if the battle was over yet.

  Seemed like it was.

  Grey and the rest of the group were just…ing up any stragglers that had survived. Seeing that the coast was clear, I jumped down from the rafters into a pool of blood. I couldn’t just stay up there when we went into the tower, as they stopped at the rge gate. I nearly slipped in the blood before catg myself. I still jumped, though, when I felt a hand sp me on the back.

  “Nice work, eh, Hangman?” I heard McGill say, as he and his ies stepped past me.

  I sighed. Yeah…sure.

  I copied the man and started to approach the group that was gathering at the y guard station.

  It looked like it was finally time to rescue the people we had actually e for.