Lazybones
Adventurer
Chapter 99
The camp was situated in a niche in the cliffs, atop a broad stone shelf that offered a good view of the adjacent forest. Kurok had chosen this spot because it was both defensible and yet far enough within the valley to serve as a useful base of operations. The southern part of the valley tapered until it culminated in these cliffs, crumbling walls that rose in places to over a hundred paces above the forest floor. The peak that gave the place its name was visible in the north above the treetops, looking almost close enough to touch. Kurok knew that was an illusion, one that masked the danger that lie in that direction.
The camp was far more disordered than a hobgoblin warcamp would have been, but that could perhaps be forgiven given the nature of his current companions. Even as he watched from the protruding rock where he’d chosen to take his rest several goblins were working to assemble loose stones into a breastwork that would shield the entrance to the niche when they were finished. At the pace they were going that would be maybe a month, but the chore kept them busy when they weren’t out on scouting duty. And every little bit helped, Kurok mused.
Suddenly every one of the worgs that was lounging in the sun lifted its head and let out a low growl that was directed at the forest. The goblins quickly ceased their labors and recovered their weapons. One ran for his mount, but stopped when Kurok rose and said, “It’s all right. Stay here, but remain wary.”
The goblins and their pets obeyed, but Kurok could feel their intent stares on his back as he walked forward to the edge of the shelf. The slope that led down to the forest was steep, rocky, and clear of the scattered brush that had littered it on their initial arrival. They were still being careful, lighting fires only after full dark and covering the tracks left by the scouting teams as best they could, but Kurok knew that the chance of discovery would only increase as his forces expanded their search. Not that it mattered; he would continue even if his goal turned out to be within sight of the walls of the human town. He would continue even if his goal was within the human town.
He scanned the forest. The trees were scattered thinly enough that he could see clearly for several hundred paces, but nothing stirred within the woods as far as he could see. But he could sense what had alerted the worgs, a sensation akin to a soft tickle upon the back of his neck.
He resisted the sudden urge to seize hold of his magic. “Come forward,” he said instead, in a voice that was not raised but still carried to the trees.
A shape responded. It was closer than he would have guessed, on the very fringes of where the trees ended. It was the size of a large goblin or maybe a small hobgoblin, colored to blend smoothly in with its surroundings. It wasn’t just good camouflage; the colors shifted as it moved, continuing to adapt to what was around it.
As the shrouded figure approached Kurok could see it more clearly. The shifting drape parted to reveal dark trousers and knee-high black boots that found easy purchase on the awkward slope. The figure hastened its pace slightly as it came closer, but Kurok held up a hand to stop it.
“Show yourself,” he commanded.
The stranger hesitated, then reached up and drew back his cowl. As the weak afternoon sunlight played across his face he flinched back, one hand coming up to shield his eyes. The light revealed thin features, with slanted brows and pointed ears. Pale hair that was almost pure white framed skin that was as dark as coal.
“You are Vedaros?” Kurok asked.
“Who else would I be?” the other challenged. The drow finished his climb, still squinting in obvious discomfort against the sunlight.
Kurok let the other’s attitude pass, for the moment. “I am Kurok. I am of the Blooded.”
“I figured,” Vedaros said. “Your camp isn’t very well concealed. I could smell it half a mile off.”
“I have scouts well out,” Kurok said.
“They did not detect me.”
“No,” Kurok said, thinking to have a word about that with Usk later. “Isn’t that a bit ironic, wearing that cloak?”
Vedaros made a sour grin and flourished the elven cloak. It shimmered as the enchantment upon it tried to keep up with the sudden movement. “Do you like it? Is it not appropriate that I garb myself in the styles of the surface world, now?”
Kurok made a small gesture. “Come, unless you prefer to stand out here in the open.”
“Lead, and I shall follow,” the drow said.
The camp lacked anything approaching real privacy, though there was a space far back in the cleft where an overhanging slab of rock created a small chamber. Vedaros looked relieved to be out of the sunlight, though he remained obviously wary as Kurok gestured for him to seat himself on one of the loose boulders that cluttered the space. The hobgoblin took another that both placed the cliff wall at his back and gave him a clear view of the rest of the camp.
“I was told you would have a company of giants with you,” Kurok said once they were settled.
The drow’s expression quickly soured at that. “They proved… unreliable.”
“You could not control them?”
“The ogres proved biddable enough, but they no longer live.”
“You had best explain what has happened,” Kurok said.
The hobgoblin’s expression did not shift as Vedaros gave a brief overview of the battle that had led to the death of most of his force. “We might have gained victory, had not the giant decided to take his leave,” the drow said.
“It appears that you escaped easily enough,” Kurok noted.
Anger flashed in the drow’s dark eyes. “My orders were to keep the valley isolated and to prevent supplies from reaching the town.”
“It would seem that this objective was not achieved.”
“The escort of this caravan was more powerful than I was led to believe,” Vedaros said. “They included veteran warriors and spellcasters, multiple casters.”
“I was told that your own command of the arcane arts was… significant,” Kurok said.
“I destroyed the wagon carrying the armaments for the garrison,” Vedaros shot back. “How would a hundred crossbows and several barrels of ammunition have affected your mission?”
Kurok noted that detail. He had known that the Blooded had a source of information in the humans’ lands, but apparently Vedaros had access to rather specific knowledge that could prove useful. “A mission that will be that much more challenging without the forces that were entrusted to you,” the warlock said.
Vedaros got up and strode back and forth in the confined space. Kurok was amazed how easily the dark elf got rattled. On the one hand it would make him easier to manipulate, but on the other it did not bode well for him as a resource. Kurok waited until the drow gathered himself. “What’s done is done,” Vedaros finally said. “I am here to provide support to your mission. Your scouts, have they found anything yet?”
Kurok did not answer the question directly. “Time is an important factor, but we must be cautious,” he said. “The humans must not be alerted to our presence, especially if they have been reinforced by powerful individuals like the ones who destroyed your force.”
Vedaros waved a hand dismissively. “They are not likely to be a problem. The town folk barely stir from behind their walls, especially now.”
Kurok looked at him. “Why especially now?”
“Then you did not know? A chimera has intruded upon the north valley. It assaulted the town a few days ago, though it did not cause much damage. I had thought that our… associates might have been behind its presence.”
There was some prodding there, but Kurok ignored it as he had the drow’s other provocations. He looked thoughtful. “I need more information. It is my understanding that we have a resource in the town?”
Vedaros made a small snort. “He is unlikely to be of much use.”
“Surely he would at least know something of the various candidate sites in the north valley, at least.” At the look on the other’s face Kurok continued, “You have not spoken with him?”
Vedaros yanked up the sleeve of his coat to reveal the inky black skin of his arm. “I cannot exactly stroll into Wildrush now, can I?”
Kurok took a deep breath and resisted the urge to smear the drow’s brains across the rock face. “Your kind is supposed to be resourceful,” he said. Vedaros opened his mouth, but before he could say anything his eyes flicked to the side. Kurok turned and saw that Usk had returned. The goblin chief looked like he’d run afoul of trouble. Fresh dirt was caked on his coat, and specks of blood were visible on his leggings.
“What happened?” Kurok asked.
“One of the scouting parties was attacked,” Usk said. “By giant bird-creatures. Ferocious things. They slew two goblins and one of the worgs, and crippled the other. They flew off when we arrived, but they took the bodies of my riders with them.”
“Describe these bird-creatures,” Kurok said.
“They had the bodies of eagles, but the heads of stags. There were four that we saw, but from the signs there may have been more.”
“Perytons,” Vedaros said.
Kurok nodded. “Great One, our weapons, they had little effect upon the creatures,” Usk said. “They shrugged off even the bites from the worgs.”
“The creatures are resistant to all but magical weapons,” Vedaros said dismissively.
Kurok didn’t look back at the drow. “Gather your riders,” he said to Usk. “I will go to deal with these beasts myself.”
“As you command, Blooded,” the goblin said before withdrawing.
“They will likely avoid a large group,” Vedaros said.
Kurok turned and cut off what else the drow had been about to say with a hard look. “You will go to Wildrush and make contact with the spy. You will do it quietly, and not draw attention to yourself or our mission. You will extract a detailed report from this individual. And you will make sure that your giant-killers do not interfere with our plans.”
“Those instructions are inherently contradictory,” Vedaros said, but after a moment the expression on Kurok’s face caused him to look away. “Very well,” he said. “What will you do?”
“What I have to,” Kurok said. “Whatever I have to do, to accomplish my mission. Do not forget that, drow.”
The camp was situated in a niche in the cliffs, atop a broad stone shelf that offered a good view of the adjacent forest. Kurok had chosen this spot because it was both defensible and yet far enough within the valley to serve as a useful base of operations. The southern part of the valley tapered until it culminated in these cliffs, crumbling walls that rose in places to over a hundred paces above the forest floor. The peak that gave the place its name was visible in the north above the treetops, looking almost close enough to touch. Kurok knew that was an illusion, one that masked the danger that lie in that direction.
The camp was far more disordered than a hobgoblin warcamp would have been, but that could perhaps be forgiven given the nature of his current companions. Even as he watched from the protruding rock where he’d chosen to take his rest several goblins were working to assemble loose stones into a breastwork that would shield the entrance to the niche when they were finished. At the pace they were going that would be maybe a month, but the chore kept them busy when they weren’t out on scouting duty. And every little bit helped, Kurok mused.
Suddenly every one of the worgs that was lounging in the sun lifted its head and let out a low growl that was directed at the forest. The goblins quickly ceased their labors and recovered their weapons. One ran for his mount, but stopped when Kurok rose and said, “It’s all right. Stay here, but remain wary.”
The goblins and their pets obeyed, but Kurok could feel their intent stares on his back as he walked forward to the edge of the shelf. The slope that led down to the forest was steep, rocky, and clear of the scattered brush that had littered it on their initial arrival. They were still being careful, lighting fires only after full dark and covering the tracks left by the scouting teams as best they could, but Kurok knew that the chance of discovery would only increase as his forces expanded their search. Not that it mattered; he would continue even if his goal turned out to be within sight of the walls of the human town. He would continue even if his goal was within the human town.
He scanned the forest. The trees were scattered thinly enough that he could see clearly for several hundred paces, but nothing stirred within the woods as far as he could see. But he could sense what had alerted the worgs, a sensation akin to a soft tickle upon the back of his neck.
He resisted the sudden urge to seize hold of his magic. “Come forward,” he said instead, in a voice that was not raised but still carried to the trees.
A shape responded. It was closer than he would have guessed, on the very fringes of where the trees ended. It was the size of a large goblin or maybe a small hobgoblin, colored to blend smoothly in with its surroundings. It wasn’t just good camouflage; the colors shifted as it moved, continuing to adapt to what was around it.
As the shrouded figure approached Kurok could see it more clearly. The shifting drape parted to reveal dark trousers and knee-high black boots that found easy purchase on the awkward slope. The figure hastened its pace slightly as it came closer, but Kurok held up a hand to stop it.
“Show yourself,” he commanded.
The stranger hesitated, then reached up and drew back his cowl. As the weak afternoon sunlight played across his face he flinched back, one hand coming up to shield his eyes. The light revealed thin features, with slanted brows and pointed ears. Pale hair that was almost pure white framed skin that was as dark as coal.
“You are Vedaros?” Kurok asked.
“Who else would I be?” the other challenged. The drow finished his climb, still squinting in obvious discomfort against the sunlight.
Kurok let the other’s attitude pass, for the moment. “I am Kurok. I am of the Blooded.”
“I figured,” Vedaros said. “Your camp isn’t very well concealed. I could smell it half a mile off.”
“I have scouts well out,” Kurok said.
“They did not detect me.”
“No,” Kurok said, thinking to have a word about that with Usk later. “Isn’t that a bit ironic, wearing that cloak?”
Vedaros made a sour grin and flourished the elven cloak. It shimmered as the enchantment upon it tried to keep up with the sudden movement. “Do you like it? Is it not appropriate that I garb myself in the styles of the surface world, now?”
Kurok made a small gesture. “Come, unless you prefer to stand out here in the open.”
“Lead, and I shall follow,” the drow said.
The camp lacked anything approaching real privacy, though there was a space far back in the cleft where an overhanging slab of rock created a small chamber. Vedaros looked relieved to be out of the sunlight, though he remained obviously wary as Kurok gestured for him to seat himself on one of the loose boulders that cluttered the space. The hobgoblin took another that both placed the cliff wall at his back and gave him a clear view of the rest of the camp.
“I was told you would have a company of giants with you,” Kurok said once they were settled.
The drow’s expression quickly soured at that. “They proved… unreliable.”
“You could not control them?”
“The ogres proved biddable enough, but they no longer live.”
“You had best explain what has happened,” Kurok said.
The hobgoblin’s expression did not shift as Vedaros gave a brief overview of the battle that had led to the death of most of his force. “We might have gained victory, had not the giant decided to take his leave,” the drow said.
“It appears that you escaped easily enough,” Kurok noted.
Anger flashed in the drow’s dark eyes. “My orders were to keep the valley isolated and to prevent supplies from reaching the town.”
“It would seem that this objective was not achieved.”
“The escort of this caravan was more powerful than I was led to believe,” Vedaros said. “They included veteran warriors and spellcasters, multiple casters.”
“I was told that your own command of the arcane arts was… significant,” Kurok said.
“I destroyed the wagon carrying the armaments for the garrison,” Vedaros shot back. “How would a hundred crossbows and several barrels of ammunition have affected your mission?”
Kurok noted that detail. He had known that the Blooded had a source of information in the humans’ lands, but apparently Vedaros had access to rather specific knowledge that could prove useful. “A mission that will be that much more challenging without the forces that were entrusted to you,” the warlock said.
Vedaros got up and strode back and forth in the confined space. Kurok was amazed how easily the dark elf got rattled. On the one hand it would make him easier to manipulate, but on the other it did not bode well for him as a resource. Kurok waited until the drow gathered himself. “What’s done is done,” Vedaros finally said. “I am here to provide support to your mission. Your scouts, have they found anything yet?”
Kurok did not answer the question directly. “Time is an important factor, but we must be cautious,” he said. “The humans must not be alerted to our presence, especially if they have been reinforced by powerful individuals like the ones who destroyed your force.”
Vedaros waved a hand dismissively. “They are not likely to be a problem. The town folk barely stir from behind their walls, especially now.”
Kurok looked at him. “Why especially now?”
“Then you did not know? A chimera has intruded upon the north valley. It assaulted the town a few days ago, though it did not cause much damage. I had thought that our… associates might have been behind its presence.”
There was some prodding there, but Kurok ignored it as he had the drow’s other provocations. He looked thoughtful. “I need more information. It is my understanding that we have a resource in the town?”
Vedaros made a small snort. “He is unlikely to be of much use.”
“Surely he would at least know something of the various candidate sites in the north valley, at least.” At the look on the other’s face Kurok continued, “You have not spoken with him?”
Vedaros yanked up the sleeve of his coat to reveal the inky black skin of his arm. “I cannot exactly stroll into Wildrush now, can I?”
Kurok took a deep breath and resisted the urge to smear the drow’s brains across the rock face. “Your kind is supposed to be resourceful,” he said. Vedaros opened his mouth, but before he could say anything his eyes flicked to the side. Kurok turned and saw that Usk had returned. The goblin chief looked like he’d run afoul of trouble. Fresh dirt was caked on his coat, and specks of blood were visible on his leggings.
“What happened?” Kurok asked.
“One of the scouting parties was attacked,” Usk said. “By giant bird-creatures. Ferocious things. They slew two goblins and one of the worgs, and crippled the other. They flew off when we arrived, but they took the bodies of my riders with them.”
“Describe these bird-creatures,” Kurok said.
“They had the bodies of eagles, but the heads of stags. There were four that we saw, but from the signs there may have been more.”
“Perytons,” Vedaros said.
Kurok nodded. “Great One, our weapons, they had little effect upon the creatures,” Usk said. “They shrugged off even the bites from the worgs.”
“The creatures are resistant to all but magical weapons,” Vedaros said dismissively.
Kurok didn’t look back at the drow. “Gather your riders,” he said to Usk. “I will go to deal with these beasts myself.”
“As you command, Blooded,” the goblin said before withdrawing.
“They will likely avoid a large group,” Vedaros said.
Kurok turned and cut off what else the drow had been about to say with a hard look. “You will go to Wildrush and make contact with the spy. You will do it quietly, and not draw attention to yourself or our mission. You will extract a detailed report from this individual. And you will make sure that your giant-killers do not interfere with our plans.”
“Those instructions are inherently contradictory,” Vedaros said, but after a moment the expression on Kurok’s face caused him to look away. “Very well,” he said. “What will you do?”
“What I have to,” Kurok said. “Whatever I have to do, to accomplish my mission. Do not forget that, drow.”