Threadbare

You're Fired 2

Fort Bronze never slept.

The pinnacle of the Crowns might, the coordinating headquarters of its most grueling war, hummed with activity at all hours. The Siege Cannon never stopped firing, shaking the walls with each discharge, and the stone chips littering the halls that Threadbare passed through seemed to suggest that this was a regular thing.

Not that he had much time to study them. One of his eyes was currently synched up to a small cloth mouse, that hed animated and kept behind them, watching out for trouble or oncoming traffic. Celia had her own mouse animi up ahead of the group, since she was more skilled with the trick.

Zuula, for the most part, slunk along and tried to be patient with the slow pace. Five levels ago it would have been impossible, but shamans got wisdom, and it made all the difference.

And luck, too, which helped out immensely when people passed by, and the three golems had to scramble for cover. But whenever there was no cover they could reach in time, the toys had to dip into their stock of camouflage beads all save for Threadbare, who could use the skill with a single soft word.

And use it he did. They passed through two guard posts, and at the second one, Threadbare had to pick up Cecelia and run for it. Although theyd made her cloth slippers to muffle her ceramic footsteps, she just didnt have much stealth skill at all, and agility was a secondary concern to her, now that she didnt have access to her scout levels.

Finally, they reached the machine bay. Blocked of by a metal grille, the space between the crosshatched bars was easy enough to squirm through. Threadbare winced as his head smushed through, deforming a bit. The smarter he got, the more uncomfy that was. He didnt exactly have brains, he didnt think, but form seemed to follow function and he wasnt sure if he could survive decapitation. It seemed best to leave that as an unanswered question.

With his good eye, he saw Cecelia bend down and scoop up her mouse animi, tucking it into the pocket of her dress. Ill need both eyes for this, she whispered, staring around at the piles of junk, and racks full of tools scattered haphazardly around.

No one else was visible in the vast, open bay. Chains hung silently, with bits of war machines, geared contraptions, and spare steam knight parts arranged in separate lots, separated by chalk lines on the floor and portable barricades.

What dose for? Zuula said, wandering over to a barricade and nudging it. Basically several slabs of metal on wheels, it was solid enough that she could barely move it, even with her fairly-good strength. Compared to a human, itd be about chest height. For the doll haunters and Threadbare, they were huge barriers that thankfully werent in the way right now.

Cecelia kept her voice to a whisper. Those are for dangerous projects and devices. The Tinkers and Alchemists move them around as needed to partition the shop and get cover if something explodes. Please keep your voice down, we dont want to draw guards. The courtyard was right out THERE, just through a huge portcullis. It was lit by glowstones, and still bustling, though down to about half the passers-by that theyd seen during the daylight hours. The lighting didnt extend to the machine bay, though, and half of it was in shadow. And there were at least four doors and a winding staircase heading up into the cannon tower above, and any of those exits could have people within earshot.

Can you see all right? Threadbare asked Cecelia. She didnt have Darkspawn, like he and Zuula did.

Yes. She looked back to the corner, where a hulking form squatted down, arms just visible in the light from the courtyard outside. Mostly. Hang on. She rummaged around in a nearby workbench, pulled out a metal tube, and capped one end. Then she grabbed a screw, whispered Glowgleam, and dropped it into the tube before it could flash into light.

Threadbare and Zuula looked up at the spot of light on the ceiling, then down to Cecelia, who grinned. A little trick I learned from Dad. The grin faded. One of the nicer ones, anyway. So long as I dont point it to the courtyard and keep the spot out of view nobody should see it. Give me five minutes to go examine Reason.

The half-orc plushie nodded. Okay. Zuula go check doors, listen for trouble. Shouldnt be-

BOOM!

The echoes were pretty bad in here. If hed been organic, he thought hed have a headache by now.

I just got a golem body level from that one, said Cecelia, rubbing her skull as a red 18 drifted up. Mend.

Ill keep watch on the portcullis. And the grille. Threadbare said, glancing around through the mouses dollseye. He glanced over to Zuula, but she was already gone, lost in the shadows. Of the three of them she was the most skilled at sneaking, and he supposed she could pull borrow rat skills or something to help out if she needed there. Either way she was off being Zuula in a good way, so he trusted her to keep doing that. Be very careful, okay?

Absolutely. Cecelia took one last look up at the light on the ceiling, then covered the end of the tube with her free hand, and slunk across the floor towards Reason.

She disappeared between the rows of barricades, and Threadbare hunkered down, glancing back and forth.

And a few minutes later, he heard something very close by.

CLANK.

Threadbare glanced around, and froze.

Something big was moving, back in the far corner of the shop. Moving slowly, but that was definitely a clack as it put a foot down, and a scrape of metal on the stone floor. It looked all the world like someone very tall in very heavy armor, tiptoeing.

Maybe he hadnt seen them? Threadbare slunk back into the shadows, ready to camouflage himself at the first opportunity.

And then he gasped, as the armored figure moved into the first edges of the light coming through the portcullis. He knew that helm. He knew that armor.

It moved up near him, glancing up at the ceiling, and Threadbare realized that it was trying to figure out where the spot of light had come from. It had been in the bay when theyd entered, and hed mistaken it for just another war machine back with the rest of the strange contraptions.

Opportunity warred with common sense, caution with nostalgia, and Threadbare realized that he could probably take a risk here, if he took a precaution first.

Command Golem please whisper when talking and be generally quiet, he told the figure-

-and instantly it was as if hed slammed into a brick wall. The pressure was immense, as SOMETHING fought the spell, but Threadbare, initially surprised, rallied and PUSHED, using the willpower that hed trained and boosted with level after level of caster jobs, and managed to get the command through.

WILL +1

Immediately, the figure whirled- but slowly, and with grace out of proportion to its size, taking care to remain quiet.

Behind its helm, two gems flared to glowing life, shining red. Threadbare knew those gems well. Hed seen them every morning, when he came downstairs with Celia, back in Caradons house.

Hello Emmet, he said, stepping out of the shadows. Do you remember me?

Yes, the armor golem ground, in a rasping voice that was probably as quiet as it got but still about as loud as regular conversation. You are Threadbare. You are family.

Good, sighed Threadbare, glancing back to the courtyard. Loud enough and far enough away that another discussion might not draw attention. Maybe. So what have you been up to these last few years?

*****

Madeline puffed in air, as her barrel shifted. Moment of truth now, she thought, with a word ready on her lips to unleash dragonfire on whoever was decanting her.

But it died unspoken, as the top half of the barrel finished unscrewing and a horned wooden head loomed over her. You got our message?

Yeah. Her neck rattled a bit as she uncoiled it, poked her head up past the rim of the barrels secret compartment, and nodded toward the catgirl in the back of the group. Thanks for the whispah.

Shh, Kayin said, leaning out the door, holding out a wooden palm. Twenty seconds. Then you can come out.

It was hard. Madeline had spent days coiled in that barrel, and though she didnt have flesh anymore, she FELT cramped. But she waited until the catgirl switched from an open palm to a beckoning wave.

Garon helped her out, and Fluffbear cushioned her fall.

Feels weahd to see you without Mopsy, Madeline said.

We left her back with Graves, the little bear squeaked. Im hoping he can convince her and Pulsivar to come out of the pack before it explodes.

The whole trip had been harrowing for the mini-cougar and Pulsivar. Theyd had to share a litter box, and hadnt THAT been fun.

Create Waystone, said Glub, handing her a little green rock.

Whats this? Madeline squinted at it.

Garon answered. Itll teleport you back to Graves. Please go, well need the pack re-enchanted if it hasnt blown up by now. And youre sneaky, but youre big, and we need to run up and get into the generals office and thats past three checkpoints-

BOOM!

What is that, anyway? Madeline asked. Been hearing it for a while now.

Look, just go, please. And Glub, go with her, okay? No offense but youre about as sneaky as a bowl of bananas.

None taken, dude. Whats bananas?

This whole mission. Gods, nevermind. Just go, okay? Garon glanced back at Kayin at her sudden chopping movement, as she eased the door shut. The little toys waited, until footsteps passed the door and receded. Kayin eased the door open again, peering out. This is a heavily guarded area, Garon continued. All the store rooms are.

Madeline craned her neck around, took in the floor-to-ceiling stacks of crates and barrels. Ill say. Hm, anything good here?

We dont have time.

She looked at him, then nodded. And came to a decision that shed made weeks ago, just hadnt acted on yet. Swift as an arrow, she darted forward and bumped her muzzle against his. Good luck.

What?

Come back alive, okay Gar? Be a shitty undead existence without ya.

Oh. Uh. Garons hand clattered to his muzzle as he realized that had been a kiss.

So how do you use this thing? She turned to Glub, and after a few whispered questions and answers, they dissipated as the waystones activated.

Madeline smiled, as the two of them faded in to a cold, empty barracks empty save for a very tired-looking Graves, and two upset cats. Mopsy crouched under a far bunk, her tail sticking out and very puffed up, showing extreme displeasure. Pulsivar peered out next to her, yellow eyes gleaming with rebuke.

Oh! Graves said, and fumbled for his cane. Thank goodness. Can you? He hauled up Madelines pack.

Of cawse. Pack of Holding.

Good. I need to rest, then I can see about getting the rest of this stuff back in. He gestured at the dummy payload, and junk strewn about. I could have borrowed a merchant level from our dead friends, but I dont think any of them have the skill at a higher level than you. Most of them were pretty settled, didnt go on many trips.

Why do ya need to put it back in? Madeline shrugged her wings. Were in. They aint likely ta search us on the way out. Well just push it under the beds and you can just say it was heah before, if anyone asks.

All right, I guess that works. Mostly. He glanced over at the very full and very stinky litter box.

On it, dudes! Glub started moving junk around. Man, why are the cats-

BOOM!

-right, stupid question, the fishman doll said as soon as they could hear again.

Ive been trying to get them back in the pack, but they wont go, Graves said, miserably. Can they spare Fluffbear? You could whisper her, since youre here now.

Herbie, man, you never did know much about animals, didya? Madeline grinned. Streetrat like you nevah had the chance, huh?

Hey, I like animals just fine. Graves shrugged. Rendered into sausage and smeared with mustard after theyre thoroughly cooked. Not my fault living ones are stubborn.

Theres a trick with cats. Here. Help me get the pack open an square it as much as possible.

What? Why?

Just do it.

She coached him into making the pack as boxlike as possible, and sat it on the ground.

Mopsy crept out first, sniffing, then settling into it and fading from view with a surprised Mrp!

Pulsivar, though, was made of sterner stuff. He didnt budge. Glub tried to convince him, and got some gentle mauling for his trouble. The bobcat was NOT happy about this place, and wanted his new hoomin to know it.

Graves watched Glub and Madline try for a bit, but after about the fourth BOOM, his head snapped up. Trouble.

What?

Get the pack over here, we need to stow the soulstones. Ah shit Borrow Skill, Conceal Status. He blinked a few times, as Glub helped him manhandle the soulstone crate into the pack. Pulsivar. We need Pulsivar in here. Theres no time!

Someone pounded on the door.

Madeline grabbed the pack, raced under the bed, and as the cat howled in protest, shoved Pulsivar into the pack. Get to covah! she stage whispered at Glub, who dove into an empty footlocker and pulled it shut.

Just in time, too, as the door flew open. Graves tottered to his feet, tapping the floor with his cane. Eh? he warbled, in a querulous voice. Whos there? As emaciated as he was, he didnt have to fake shaking as one hand cupped his ear.

A black-robed man swept into the room, glancing around. Deathsight. Speak with Dead. He murmured, and Madeline pulled back under the bunk, avoiding his view as the world turned monochrome.

BOOM!

Camouflage, she hissed, as the cannon fired, thanking heaven that shed gone the scout route and practiced it back in the swamps. The man stopped and knelt, peering under the bed straight at her, but didnt seem to see her. Hello? Is anything here?

Behind him, she saw Graves staring down at the man, eyes wide. Wide, and full of recognition.

Is everything all right, young man? Graves rasped, voice creaky and doing its best to sound forty years older.

Perhaps, the man said. He was thickset, with mutton chops and a black moustache, greased to neat points. He had small eyes, in a broad face, and an insincere smile as he turned it upon Graves. High Magister Arxan Arcane, Im with the necromancer corps. I was experimenting downstairs, and caught some residual chatter from above. Tell me, old man, have you noticed any apparitions about? Free-floating? Class Threes, if you know the term?

No, no, I cant say I do, Graves said, coughing, and holding his hand in front of his face. Just a humble farmer, sir.

Madeline watched, as Arxan stepped toward him. Now thats odd. You sound a bit familiar. Why is that

*****

Garon sighed with relief, as the window broke, silently. He waited for Kayin to slip in through the busted pane, waited longer while she forced the window open. Then it was over and down, with Fluffbear clinging to his back, and through the open window, letting go and falling in a clattering heap to the floor.

Four point six, Kayin whispered, dropping her Silent Killer skill. Useful for her, since it made herself and most things she did completely noiseless, but not so good for Garon.

Garon didnt answer. He froze, listening, and holding his breath. Hed made noise, and this office was guarded.

Relax. Two triple thick doors between here and the guards, Kayin said, easing the window back down, half an inch at a time. We need to avoid shouting, but a little noise will get lost in the-

BOOM!

Garon rose, looking around the room that his sister had spent years in. Cold, Spartan, with weapons on the walls and a fireplace that looked barely used. She always did like it cold. The few tables in the place were cluttered with plans and diagrams, and little wooden figures of royal troops lay scattered in among pewter dwarves, with a few three-inch-tall steam knight miniatures looming among the fray.

Mom should just let you have those dolls, Garon said, finally. Would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.

Wheres the ledgers? Fluffbear squeaked.

Theyll be in her desk, probably. Thats sensitive information, Kayin said. I think. Still got a head thats kind of like jelly, desu. At least scout helped with that a little.

Its all right, Garon said shooting a glance at the main door, then at the smaller door on an adjacent wall. Wheres that one go?

Beats me, but its quiet in there, said Kayin. Private bathroom, maybe?

Maybe, Garon said, uncertainly. But shes never been much on luxuries. Not when I knew her, anyway.

People change, maybe, Kayin said, poking around the desk, before hauling out a set of tiny lockpicks. Wow, this is a lot easier with tiny hands. Give me five minutes, and-

And youll do what? Said Mastoya, opening the side door.

The toys froze.

Mastoya lowered the sword in her hand and squinted down at the two wooden dolls and the tiny, armored bear. She blinked twice, glanced back to the small bed that filled most of the cramped bedroom. Am I dreaming?

BOOM!

No, she said, eyes unwavering as she snapped her gaze back to the intruders. No Im not dreaming. Always In Uniform. Shield of Divinity. Holy Smi-

Heya Nasty Masty, Garon said, swaggering up, hands on his hips. You forgiven me for putting mud in your hair yet?

The buff died on Mastoyas lips, as her eyes went wide, white against her green skin. Garon?

Yeah. Can we talk?

What the hell is this? What the shitting hell is this? She whispered, the sword dropping to point at the ground. With her free hand she tucked her nightgown closer around her. It was pink, with ruffles, Garon noticed, and he smiled to see it. Yeah, its still her. Ive got a shot.

Its a little weird. He jumped, pulled himself up onto her desk. I hear youre drinking now.

BOOM!

As the echoes faded Mastoya moved in, grabbing a ring of keys off a nail on the door as she did so, and settled in at her desk, giving Fluffbear and Kayin hard stares until they backed off. Unlocking a drawer, she reached in and pulled out a bottle, then two cups. She poured a shot for herself, slugged it back, then poured another. Then she tilted the bottle over his cup, and hesitated, glancing at him.

We all got stomach cavities put in so we can drink. Doesnt do anything, but hey. Garon thought it best not to tell her it was Cecelias idea, so they didnt offend the dwarves if the issue came up.

She poured him a shot and he picked it up carefully, sipped it carefully. Whoo, thats some varnish gone, he lisped, and twisted his tongue to wring the alcohol from the cloth. Your throat must have more holes in it than cheese.

My original question stands. What. The shitting hell. Is this? Mastoya said again.

Basically I got a second chance at life, sort of. Im a ghost haunting a golem.

She digested it for a bit, then swallowed. So I did kill you.

Thats where it gets weird. No, you didnt kill me. A vampire came across me while I was bleeding out and turned me. Then an old friend showed up, and I died as a vampire, and he helped stuff me in a golem shell when I asked him nicely.

And you honestly expect me to believe that?

I dont care if you do or not, sis. Its me either way. Im just here to tell you its fine.

What this? She waved a hand at him, and took another shot. Because from where Im sitting that looks like some sort of tortured existence as some other guys pet monster.

No, no, its not like that. Hes pretty cool. Seriously, great guy. But also thats not whats fine. Whats fine, is that Im fine with you attacking me when you were killing Mom.

She slammed the shot glass down on the table, so hard that it cracked. Kayin winced, and shot a glance toward the door.

Fuck. Im muddling this, arent I? Garon asked. Shit. Im sorry. I just he sat there, staring into the cup shed given him. I needed to tell you that. I forgive you, okay? It was the rage, not you, and-

And then her arms were around him, the sword clattering to the ground, as High Knight Mastoya, Western General Mastoya, the badass mother to her men and hammer of the Crown was hugging Garon to her chest and bawling heavy, racking sobs.

Maam? A voice said, muffled through the outer door. A gauntleted hand knocked, and Kayin and Fluffbear looked at each other, spread out to either side-

Go away! Its fine! Mastoya yelled.

BOOM!

And Garon relaxed into her arms, and hugged her back. Maybe this will work. Just maybe.

Finally, she put him down, and mopped the snot from her crooked nose with one sweep of a fluffy pink sleeve. This guy who brought you back, is he around? She looked over at Kayin and Fluffbear. Gonna assume youre dead people too.

Im not! Fluffbear squeaked, and Mastoya giggle-snorted in surprise at the sound of her voice. Fluffbears adorable level rose accordingly.

I am, desu, Kayin said, shrugging. And hes not around right now. Were here because of Garon. He needed to talk with you.

Yeah. My savior? Huh. Weird, but I guess he is. Hes busy. And hopefully things are going as well on his end of things, Garon thought.

*****

These past few years, Cecelia heard Emmet rumble, and nearly lost her footing on the crates shed stacked together as she jumped in surprise. She knew that voice well!

Sure enough, a backward glance showed the old familiar armored form, half visible in the light coming in from the portcullis. Right about where Threadbare was.

Yes, she could just make out the tiny bears voice in the darkness. The last time I saw you, everything was on fire and you were falling over a bannister. Well, through it, I suppose. It was rather flimsy to you I think.

I was. Then there were soldiers, and I fought them. But then King Melos was there, and I could not fight him, for he was stronger than I. And he took me back to Castle Cylvania.

I see. I was stuck under a lot of rubble for a few years. Then I got out and found my old friends and made some new ones and now I am here.

Oh Threadbare. Cecelia palmed her face with her free hand. Then she shook her head, and looked up at the boxes. She had a job to do, and he was buying her time? Having an innocent conversation? Hard to say.

Emmet. Emmet was a surprise. Shed never thought to ask after him, assumed he was sitting deactivated in a storeroom somewhere. But here he was, talking, and his words sounded an awful lot like he was smart now, too. Another Greater Golem She thought, as she scrambled up the boxes.

And then she was hopping off the last box, and scrambling up Reason.

I was not done, said Emmet. He told me of my destiny and personally took me through many dungeons. I fought many foes at his side, and learned to become strong. Even though I must pretend to be stupid, and follow Anise Laydi around and obey her commands, I am smart, too.

Anise Laydi. Is she about? That could be trouble, Threadbare said.

She is in the Fortress somewhere. Speaking with the Hand. And Princess Cecelia.

Cecelia froze.

What?

BOOM!

Once the echoes faded, the little bear continued. Princess Cecelia? Are you sure? Threadbare asked.

I am sure. I was awaiting here as ordered when she came in her Steam Knight suit which is strong but not as strong as me. She came out, and Anise bowed to her and smiled in a way that should have been pleasant but I thought seemed unpleasant.

And you are certain it was her?

I have seen her face, her armor, heard her voice many times before. King Melos told me I must guard her with my life and do as she instructs, even if Anise LaydI does not want me to. And that was Princess Cecelia.

Cecelia felt a sick premonition welling up in her gut. She remembered rumors, barracks whispers, and old tales.

Old tales about daemons, and what they could do with people.

But Im here! My soul is here in my new body, right? Sick to her stomach, she scrambled back to the hatch, and wrapped her fingers around the handle.

Oh. Thats strange. I saw Anise LaydI kill her. Threadbare said.

Metal shrieked, as Emmet stirred, restless. Impossible. That would be treason.

And yet she did.

Cecelias hands shook, and she pushed hesitation aside, and twisted at the handle, got it half open...

And then her eyes opened wide, as something inside twisted back. The handle ground shut again.

You are fooled or lying. I am a representative of the Crown. It is treason to lie to me, Emmet ground out, and there was a hint of frustration in his voice.

I think Anise LaydI has been fooling a lot of people, said Threadbare.

And she has told me that is what traitors would say. Are you a traitor to the Crown?

No, Threadbare said after some consideration. But the King killed Caradon, you know.

Caradon?

The old man who made us.

BOOM!

Cecelia closed her eyes, let the old sorrow wash over her, to be replaced with new resolve.

Reason was hers, dammit! And since Reason was dormant, she had a trump card.

Animus! She whispered, touching the hatch. Invite door! And then she gave it a sharp tug, putting her will into the animi as she did so, and it sprang open-

-as flesh tore, and a spray of blood hit her face.

Something inside screamed, louder than any steam. She staggered back, got the glowgleam rod up, and shined it in

In to a mass of writhing tentacles, and wires, and nonsensical gears, and glowing sigils, that shed never seen before. Eyeless faces sobbed at her, as the thing that filled Reason like a hermit crab filled its shell, whined and shrieked over the tendrils that shed torn free with the hatch, and lashed out after her.

She fell off Reason, hitting the ground, feeling her body crack a bit, as a red 34 floated up.

What? Emmet said, voice gaining volume as he rose. No! I must guard Reason!

The hatch slammed shut, and gears groaned, as Reason stirred, rising in jerky motion, turning toward Cecelia as she crawled backward, and watched the parasite-filled mecha up its massive blade.

Reason needed no guards, as it turned out.

Not that it was Reason, any more. No, they were far, far past reason here, Cecelia realized

*****

So youre Graves old man, Arxus smiled, as he paced around the barracks, looking over the junk scattered hither and yon. I hear he turned traitor.

I wouldnt know. He dont exactly call home no more. Graves said. Ran away to the big city cause he was too good for pickin beets the rest of his life.

The necromancer chuckled as he nudged the overfull catbox with his toe. Looks like someones been keeping pets against the rules. Sorry for the mess. It was here when you got here I suppose?

Yes. Eh, it dont smell worse than the barn on a hot day. I reckon.

Gods, he was laying it on thick. Madeline kept her camouflage going, feeling the sanity drain.

Well, its no worry, said Arxus. The Crown makes war on traitors not their relatives. So you were bringing supplies in?

Yessir. Bunch of fishermen came through Pads and traded for stuff. Were simple farm folk and fish disagrees with us so we decided to tithe it to tha troops.

How patriotic. You know, Im from Riversend, myself. My folks werent peasants, but they werent far from it, and I dont ever recall knowing any peasants who would give up food.

Graves shrugged, uncomfy. Well, I didnt make the choice. New Aldermans a shit, probably wanted to kiss up to the Crown.

New Alderman?

Baron down there went bad. Royal Knights rooted him out. Put in an Alderman in his place.

Oh? See, thats interesting. Because I heard that my old colleague Graves was one of those royal knights who did that, back before he went traitor.

BOOM.

Madeline studied Graves face. He was sweating, and using the time to think, she could tell. But if she could tell, she rather thought Arxus could, too.

Yeah. I did talk to my son after he did that, Graves said, bowing his head. Didnt want to mention it to ya because he went traitor a few weeks after.

Mm. I know why youre here. Arxus said.

You do?

Madeline shifted slowly, slowly under the bed, angling for a good pounce.

Youre here looking for news of your son.

She relaxed a bit.

I am, Graves admitted. Do you know anything?

Honestly, I dont know if Id tell you if I did. He thought he was better than us. Felt bad about the soulstone archives. Kept asking questions about where the bodies came from. Arxus chuckled, an oily sound. First rule of the necromancer corps, you never ask about that. He thought he was above that rule. Better than us. But we got him back.

Did you? Graves asked, and there was something in his voice, something that Madeline had never heard from the cool, collected necromancer shed come to like.

Oh yes. His fiance came back from the front, dead. One of MY friends had a contact in the morgue. Guess which body we had shipped over for training, when Wight day came?

You did, Graves said, forgetting to put the quaver of old age in his tone. There was a quaver there all right, but it wasnt from age.

And guess which trainee ended up with her body, staring up at him, when he pulled the sheet off? Arxus said, sneering.

You son of a bitch, Graves said, standing.

Hello, Bertie, sneered Arxus, whipping a wand from a holster, and pointing it straight at him. Hows tricks?

BOOM!

"Chomp!" Madeline lunged. Arxus screamed as Madelines fangs went into his calf. The wand fired and black energy went wild, and Graves shouted words that were lost in the thunder of the cannon, as red life burst from Arxus and flowed into him. Over and over again he stomped forward, pounding his cane on the ground, shouting until the echoes of the cannon faded and Arxus was a shrivelled husk on the floor. -Life! Drain Life! Drain Life!

Stop! Madeline howled, crashing into him, and sending him off balance.

You jackass! Howled a spectral voice, and both of them whipped their heads around to see Arxus spirit, standing over his corpse. You are so fucked! And then he dove through the floor.

Hell get help, Graves said, and from outside, down the corridor, shouts were already starting to rise. Im sorry. Im

Glub! Yelled Madeline, grabbing up her pack. Get ready to move!

Winds Whisper Threadbare, she thought. Were made! Need an escape route!

And then it was Garons turn

*****

She hated me, Mastoya said, slurring her words. The second bottle crashed to the floor, empty, as she fumbled for it. Nuts. Thats alcohol abuse, it is.

She didnt hate you, Garon said. She loved you, she was just awful at showing it.

No. It was it would have been fine, I guess, if it was just us, yknow? But she let Dad take me into th town to play. An I had friends. An Mastoya slumped back in her chair. An they got to play with dolls, and wear pretty dresses, an but not me. Not Nasty Masty. Had to wear furs and loincloths, an get my ears pierced early even though it hurt, and fight off the rats she called to eat me. The rats. Garon. She tried to eat me. With rats.

Yeah. We, uh, we got her to stop doing that after they nearly got Jarrik that one time.

I shit. And Dad whats he do? He like acted all supportive and stuff, but whenever it was him gainst her hed crumble. Weak. Just good man. She didnt deserve, him, him. Hm? She reached for the bottle, found nothing there. Shit.

Yeah. Listen, do you believe me? Believe what I said about what Anise is doing?

Oh yeah. Shes a shit. Thing is Mastoya chortled. The King is strong. Hes just... just giving her rope. He needser now. Needser till the dwarvesr dead. Then shes nexx, nexp on the chokking blopp.

But what if shes not? What if shes playing him? From what you told me about Taylors Delve, it sounds like SHE was giving the order to scrub it.

You. You have no idea how much that hurt, Gar. Mastoya said, staring at her hands. My ol friends? Gone. Dead. But it was final test. It was what I had to do, to finish HER. To move on from th past. In the end Anise, the King in the end it was gonna happen. An if I didnt, then someone else would. So why shoodnt I benefit from it?

He opened his mouth

and Fluffbear squeaked up. Because its wrong. It doesnt matter who ordered it, its wrong either way. Killing innocents is never okay.

Yeah, well, Ritaxis dont care. War hhappens, Mastoya said, glaring at her.

Thats bull hockey! Those were the people you were fighting to protect! What good is a war if you kill your own people? Thats worse than losing!

Wash your mouth, lil bear!

Youll never be a paladin that way!

Psh, whatd you know ovvit. Aint no paladins no-

Clarifying Aura! said the little bear, and the office filled with light as she glowed, holy radiance easing in and around the toys and the drunken half-orc.

BOOM!

There are, Fluffbear said, as the echoes faded. Her aura did its thing, buffing mental fortitude and restoring sanity, bit by bit. And I am one. And I tell you now, theres good ways to wage war, but the ends never, ever, ever justify the means.

Mastoya looked at her, mouth opening and closing.

And Garon stiffened, as Madelines message screamed in his ear. Oh hell. Look, Mastoya this isnt right. You know it. At the heart of it, you havent changed! He said, the words tumbling, coming faster. Youre still my sister, you still dont deserve the crap you go through, and you still want to be an awesome paladin! You can! Come with us! Were fixing things! Were putting it right! Come with us and help!

Mastoya looked at him. Then she stood, wobbling. Gar She sighed, and put her hand to her head, rubbing the crewcut black hair, and the scars under it. Curative. She said, and instantly straightened up, cold sober. Innocents. Good men. Yeah. Thing is Im commanding a lot ofem. Not all innocents, but She moved around to where shed put her sword, and picked it up. Theyre relying on ME.

Masty dont do this

They swore to the Crown, but theyre my family now, Gar. The one I chose. And if I turned? I could never look them in the eye again. Yeah, I killed my mother, and it didnt help like I thought it would. I just felt bad. I killed you too and Im sorry, and I can never make that up to you. But them? Theyre my redemption. Theyre the one good thing I did, the one thing I tried that hasnt turned to shit. They TRUST me. They know Ill have their back. Just as I know theyll have mine. She sighed. Holy Smite. Divine Conduit! She said, and light burst from her, eyes erupting with holy glow, as a halo formed around her head, and she raised the shining golden sword high.

Now surrender, Garon, She said, in a voice that reverberated like thunder. I dont want to have to kill you a second time.

And then Reason screamed, and all hell broke loose.

THREADBARE'S CHARACTER SHEET

Spoiler: Spoiler

Name: Threadbare

Age: 5

Jobs:

Greater Toy Golem Level 15

Cave Bear Level 12

Ruler Level 12

Scout Level 7

Tailor Level 11

Model Level 10

Necromancer Level 11

Duelist Level 6

Animator Level 12

Enchanter Level 10

Golemist Level 14

Smith Level 11

Sculptor Level 12

Attributes:

Strength: 125 Constitution: 139 Hit Points: 332(432) Armor: 52(65)

Intelligence: 226 Wisdom: 204(211) Sanity: 430(584) Mental Fortitude: 42

Dexterity: 147(154) Agility: 118(125) Stamina: 275() Endurance: 62

Charisma: 120(149) Willpower: 210 Moxie: 330(459) Cool: 20(48)

Perception: 125 Luck: 92(99) Fortune: 217(324) Fate: 15(22)

Generic Skills

Brawling - Level 43 (+14)

Climb - Level 13

Clubs and Maces - Level 9

Dagger - Level 9

Dodge - Level 8

Fishing - Level 1

Magic Item 1 - Resist Fire 13

Ride - Level 8

Stealth - Level 17

Swim - Level 5

Greater Toy Golem Skills

Adorable - Level 31

Bodyguard - Level 7

Gift of Sapience - Level NA

Golem Body - Level 26

Innocent Embrace - Level 14

Magic Resistance -Level 16

Cave Bear Skills

Animalistic Interface - NA

Claw Swipes - 26

Darkspawn - NA

Forage - 13

Growl - 2

Hibernate - 37

Scents and Sensibility - 20

Stubborn - 9

Toughness - 19

Ruler Skills

Appoint Official - Level NA

Emboldening Speech - Level 19

Identify Subject - Level 10

It's Good to be King - NA

King's Quest - Level 14

Noblesse Oblige - Level 30

Organize Minions - Level NA

Royal Audience - Level 22

Simple Decree - Level 15

Swear Fealty - Level NA

Scout Skills

Alertness - Level 3

Best Route - Level 3

Camouflage - Level 13(20)

Firestarter - Level 10

Keen Eye - Level 10

Sturdy Back - Level 13

Wind's Whisper - Level 15

Tailor Skills

Adjust Outfit - Level 4

Clean and Press - Level 13

Recycle Cloth - Level 1

Tailoring - Level 53(68)

Model Skills

Adjust Weight - Level 14

Call Outfit - Level 3

Dietary Restriction - Level 50 (+100 to all pools)

Fascination - Level 8

Flex - Level 20

Makeup - Level 10

Self-Esteem - Level 20

Sexy Pose - Level 2

Strong Pose - Level 15

Work it Baby - Level 50 (+50% to raw item bonuses)

Necromancer Skills

Assess Corpse - Level 12

Command the Dead - Level 28

Deathsight - Level 8

Drain Life - Level 7

Invite Undead - Level 12

Mana Focus - Level NA (+11% to sanity)

Skeletons - Level 19

Soulstone - Level 45

Speak With Dead - Level 24

Zombies - Level 3

Duelist Skills

Challenge - Level 9

Dazzling Entrance - Level 17

Fancy Flourish - Level 13 (20)

Guard Stance - Level 19

Parry - Level 10

Swashbuckler's Spirit - NA (+14 to cool)

Swinger - Level 2

Weapon Specialist - Level 29 (Brawling +14)

Animator Skills

Animus - Level 35

Animus Blade - Level 10

Animus Shield - Level 4

Arm Creation - Level 7

Command Animus - Level 19

Creator's Guardians - Level 26

Dollseye - Level 18

Eye for Detail - Level 20

Magic Mouth - Level 18

Mend - Level 40

Enchanter Skills

Appraise - Level 30

Boost+5 - Level 14

Boost +10 - Level 2

Disenchant - Level 7

Elemental Protection - Level 9

Glowgleam - Level 26

Harden - Level 32

Soften - Level 31

Spellstore I - Level 25

Spellstore V - Level 4

Spellstore X - Level 1

Wards - Level 2

Golemist Skills

Clay Golem - Level 2

Command Golem - Level 24

Golem Animus - Level 47

Golem Guardians - NA

Invite Golem - Level 11

Mend Golem - Level 27

Program Golem - Level 42

Toy Golem - Level 56

Wood Golem - Level 12

Smith Skills

Adjust Arms and Armor - Level 7

Refine Ore - Level 13

Smelt Down - Level 6

Smithing - Level 50

Sculptor Skills

Detect Clay - Level 8

Mend Ceramic - Level 5

Refine Clay - Level 16

Sculpting - Level 58

Equipment

Journeyman Tailor's Apron of fire resistance (+6 Armor, +10 Tailoring, Resist Fire 9)(+3 Armor, +5 Tailoring, +4 Resist Fire from WIB)

Okay Quality Bling

Ringtail Master's Coat (+5 CHA, +5 LUCK, +5 Armor, +5 Fate)(+2 CHA, LUCK, Armor, Fate from WIB)

Rod of Baronly Might (+5 CHA, +5 WIS, +10 Cool)(+2 CHA, WIS, +4 Cool from WIB)

Sneakypants (+5 Camouflage)(+2 Camouflage from WIB)

Yellow Belt of Bravado (+5 AGL, +5 DEX, +5 to the Fancy Flourish skill)(+2 AGL, DEX, Fancy Flourish from WIB)

Toy Top Hat (CHA +10)(+5 CHA from WIB)

Inventory

A Folded-steel Dagger (Dagger Level 10)

Tailor's Tools

A small jewelry box, now empty.

1 bead of Mend Golem (Level 15)

1 bead of Silent Killer (Level 10)

Minorphone (Enhances voice and social skills focused through it twice per day)

Quests

Unlocked Jobs

Berserker, Cleric, Cook, Cultist, Grifter, Spirit Medium, Tamer, Wizard

THREADBARE'S CHARACTER SHEET