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Murder in Corvis
Murder in Corvis
IN CORVIS
Cover by
NÉSTOR OSSANDÓN
CONTENTS
MAP......................................................................................................i
WELCOME TO
THE IRON KINGDOMS.................................................................. ii
CHAPTER 1........................................................................................1
CHAPTER 2......................................................................................10
CHAPTER 3......................................................................................18
CHAPTER 4......................................................................................25
CHAPTER 5......................................................................................30
CHAPTER 6......................................................................................35
CHAPTER 7......................................................................................46
CHAPTER 8......................................................................................49
CHAPTER 9......................................................................................60
CHAPTER 10....................................................................................64
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 11....................................................................................65
CHAPTER 12....................................................................................67
CHAPTER 13....................................................................................73
CHAPTER 14....................................................................................77
CHAPTER 15....................................................................................80
CHAPTER 16....................................................................................83
CHAPTER 17....................................................................................90
CHAPTER 18....................................................................................94
CHAPTER 19....................................................................................96
CHAPTER 20....................................................................................99
CHAPTER 21..................................................................................102
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER 22..................................................................................105
CHAPTER 23..................................................................................110
CHAPTER 24..................................................................................116
CHAPTER 25..................................................................................119
CHAPTER 26..................................................................................121
CHAPTER 27..................................................................................126
CHAPTER 28..................................................................................131
GLOSSARY......................................................................................135
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WELCOME TO
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lands their forebears had once seized through conquest. The two
smaller kingdoms of Llael and Ord were forged from contested
territories and so have often served as battlegrounds between the two
stronger powers. The prosperous and populous southern nation of
Cygnar has periodically allied with these nations in efforts to check
Khador’s imperial aspirations.
Just over a century ago, Cygnar endured a religious civil war that
ultimately led to the founding of the Protectorate of Menoth. This
nation, the newest of the Iron Kingdoms, stands as an unforgiving
theocracy entirely devoted to Menoth, the ancient god credited with
creating mankind.
In the current era, war has ignited with particular ferocity. This
began with the Khadoran invasion of Llael, which succeeded in
toppling the smaller kingdom in 605 AR. The fall of Llael ignited
an escalating conflict that has embroiled the region for the last three
years. Only Ord has remained neutral in these wars, profiting by
becoming a haven for mercenaries. The Protectorate has launched the
Great Crusade to convert all of humanity to the worship of Menoth.
With the other nations occupied with war, this crusade was able to
make significant gains and seize territories in northeastern Llael.
Other powers have been drawn into this strife, either swept up
in events or taking advantage of them for their own purposes. The
Scharde Islands west of Immoren are home to the Nightmare Empire
of Cryx, which is ruled by the dragon Toruk and sends endless waves
of undead and their necromantic masters to bolster its armies with
the fallen of other nations. To the northeast the insular elven nation
of Ios is host to a radical sect called the Retribution of Scyrah that
is driven to hunt down human arcanists, whom they believe are
anathema to their gods.
The savage wilds within and beyond the Iron Kingdoms contain
various factions fighting for their own agendas. From the frozen
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Milo
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a taste for the sort of entertainments that were readily available there.
In any case, if he were stupid enough to visit such a dangerous place
alone and inebriated, then he deserved whatever befell him.
The cobbles gave way to damp, rutted soil. Then the street leveled
out in a cave with tunnels running off in three directions.
Even here, a few gas lamps burned to half-reveal the structures
in the gloom. Tilted precariously, a ruinous house looked as if the
constant subsidence of the city had long ago dropped it from the
world above. A rickety staircase climbed to an opening halfway up
the cavern wall. Several grimy, ragged men had lined up in front of a
shack painted with a crude line rendering of a naked woman, and a
bored-looking ruffian with a club sat by the door to take their coins.
The brothel keeper and patrons were unlikely to bestir themselves
on the drunkard’s behalf. Still, having waited this long, Milo might
as well delay making his move until there were no witnesses at all.
Especially since the fat man, in his helpful way, appeared headed for
a less-populous portion of the caverns.
As Milo followed, he brought his gas mask out from under his
cloak and slipped it over his head. The mask would protect him from
catching a stray whiff of his own weapon. It would also keep the man
in the fancy hat from noticing his pockmarks or anything else about
his face.
The tippler led him into a passage lined with the Undercity’s
version of tenements, or rather, their charred and crumbling remains.
Once, a landlord had jammed in hundreds of tenants, but then a fire
broke out and killed them.
No one had tried to do anything much with the space since.
Rumor claimed it was unlucky—haunted or accursed. But the
tunnel was the quickest way from one populous section of the
caves to another, and so people braved it and kept a couple of
torches burning along the way.
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That meant his only option was to keep attacking at range, and
the alchemist reckoned he knew how to spoil the other man’s aim.
He pulled loose a second grenade, thumbed the trigger cog, pulled
the pin, and lobbed the metal ball in the direction from which the
quarrel had flown.
As the grenade rolled over the soft, uneven earth, a dark shape
clambered through a third-floor window. Milo watched more in
surprise than dismay. Only an idiot would jump from that high up.
But that was what his attacker did.
An instant later, the bomb exploded, and the resulting swell
of smoke kept Milo from seeing the crossbowman land. He did,
however, hear metal clash.
Then a hulking figure strode through the smoke screen. Milo’s
assailant had plainly accomplished the jump without breaking his
legs or otherwise injuring himself, and now that the would-be robber
was getting a closer look at him, he understood the reason why: the
crossbowman wasn’t actually a man at all. He was a trollkin and thus
stronger and sturdier than any human being.
The trollkin had the massive frame and blue-green skin of his
kind. Half his face was jaw and most of the rest was sloping brow,
with his wide mouth, nub of a nose, and beady eyes squashed in
between. A strip of orange-red quills bristled atop his head.
He wore plate armor with spikes jutting from it everywhere they
could without impeding movement, carried a big steel shield, and
had an equally impressive war hammer slung across his back. The
crossbow now dangled from his belt.
Milo rather wished he’d turned and run the instant he tossed the
smoke grenade. He reminded himself that he’d bested a number of
foes bigger than himself over the years.
Still, few of them had been this big, and clearly it would be
foolish to fight if he could trick his way out of trouble. He pointed
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at the pudgy man who, obliging to the last, was still wheezing in an
alarming fashion.
“If you don’t help him,” Milo said, “he’ll choke to death.”
“I doubt it,” the trollkin replied. His rumble of a voice sounded
more intelligent than Milo had anticipated. “If his airways were
going to close, it would have happened already. Besides, nobody’s
paying me to look after him. The bounty is on you.”
Bounty? Milo didn’t know what the trollkin was talking about, but
the comment nonetheless suggested a way out of this situation. “If
it’s coin you’re after,” he said, stepping backward, “rob the drunkard.
I promise, it will be easier than fighting me.”
“But I’m not a thief.” Refusing to let Milo open up the distance
between them, the trollkin advanced. “I’m a thief taker.”
Milo whirled and ran. Footsteps thumping, the trollkin raced
after him.
Milo pulled his remaining strangle gas grenade from the bandolier,
thumbed the cog, pulled the pin, and counted to two. Then, without
looking back or breaking stride, he tossed the bomb over his shoulder.
He’d practiced the move and was reasonably confident of landing the
missile near his pursuer by sound and reckoning alone.
Metal clanged, and then the grenade banged. Unfortunately, it
exploded off to the right, not directly behind him. The trollkin must
have swatted it away with his shield just prior to detonation.
Well, then, Milo wouldn’t give him the chance to knock away
or otherwise avoid the next one. He pulled a bomb from the
snug leather loop holding it in place and slowed his pace just a
little, giving the trollkin the chance to draw closer without being
obvious about it.
When he judged the moment was right, he thumbed the cog,
counted to three, spun, and felt a pang of dismay to discover that the
trollkin was even nearer than expected. Still, his tactic ought to work.
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There was no time to tend the injury now. He ran on, but despite
his best efforts, he couldn’t entirely shut out the pain. It made him
limp, and he was certain the trollkin was catching up to him.
So Milo would have to try another trick. He veered and dashed
through one of the doorways leading into a burned-out shell of a
tenement.
Inside, supported only by charred sticks of columns and scraps of
wall, the wooden structure above him creaked. He dodged through
an opening on the right.
Despite the narrow windows, the darkness inside the building was
all but absolute, and he had no hope of sneaking silently as, tripping
over clattering rubble and bumping into obstructions, he groped his
way along. At his back, the trollkin made a similar racket but didn’t
sound like he was falling any farther behind.
Milo fumbled his way past a section of wall and spotted another
doorway, a charcoal-colored rectangle in the blackness that led back
outside. As he reached it, he grabbed a grenade, thumbed the cog,
pulled the pin, and threw the missile at the noise of the bounty
hunter’s approach.
The grenade flashed and banged, and the contents made a sizzling
sound. But to Milo’s disappointment, the trollkin didn’t cry out; the
acid must not have splashed him.
But then chunks of wood crashed down from overhead. Recoiling,
Milo realized the acid had splashed something that had been holding
up a portion of the ceiling. The question now was, had the debris
smashing down on the thief taker killed or incapacitated him?
Alas, no. His shield held over his head, the trollkin staggered into
the doorway.
Milo snatched out a knife and threw it. The blade spun at his
pursuer’s throat.
The trollkin twisted at the waist. The knife clanked against a
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spiked pauldron and fell away. The bounty hunter swung down his
shield in front of his body and charged.
Scrambling backward, Milo grabbed another knife and cocked
his arm. But before he could throw the leaf-shaped blade, the trollkin
rammed the shield into his body.
The crashing impact threw him off his feet and made him feel
like a bell that had just been tolled and was vibrating still. He told
himself that he had to keep fighting—had to—and then the trollkin
dropped his shield, maneuvered around behind him, took him by
the neck, and squeezed.
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Gardek
Sadly, this chore hadn’t turned out to be one of those. Still, it was
a job, and now he needed to complete it and collect his pay.
He removed the human’s cloak and the bandoliers and armored
alchemist’s vest beneath, then rolled him onto his stomach to bind
his hands behind him. Only then did he strip off the gas mask.
The pocked face beneath was thin, almost haggard—that of a
man who’d known hunger and hard times. An ordinary face, really,
but Gardek had been a bounty hunter long enough to disabuse him
of any notion that wrongdoers necessarily displayed their larceny for
all to see. The best were those whose faces were easily forgotten.
He stowed the human’s belongings in the haversack he wore
on his back along with his war hammer. Then he picked up the
unconscious man, carefully so as to avoid sticking him with a
spike. The enhancements to his armor had their uses in battle but
sometimes complicated mundane tasks.
A voice wheezed, “You.”
Gardek pivoted to discover it was his quarry’s quarry who’d
spoken. He’d worked so hard to catch the man in the gas mask that
he’d essentially forgotten the plump little dandy.
“I need to go home,” croaked the human. “I’ll pay you to get me
there safely.”
“I’m busy. Just go, quickly, before some other bastard takes an
interest in you.”
Gardek turned away without waiting to see if the man would
heed his advice. He passed out the north end of the tunnel
and through an enclave of gobbers with their grey-green skin
and long, pointed ears who were kicking a ball around with
some local human children. Standing knee-high and weighing
a fraction of his bulk, they all scrambled to get out of the way
of his spiked boots. Some of the residents eyed him and his
prisoner curiously, but no one was brave enough to accost him.
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the enclosures along the walls to the pit and back again.
The beast trainer’s fearless mastery of his charges was as much a
part of the show as the fights themselves, and once the bald man with
his bushy side whiskers completed his task and his assistants rolled
the cage cart up the ramp, spectators approached him to express their
admiration. Smiling and nodding, Nazarko shook their hands and
traded one slap on the back for another.
Meanwhile, Lon Kurgan surveyed the scene from the railed
gallery ten feet above the floor. Burly but soft in the gut, dressed
in garish mustard yellow velvet, and possessed of a ready smile and
cold eyes, the human looked like what he was: a mid-level chieftain
in a notorious crime syndicate. Gardek could imagine hunting him
someday, when it was the Corvis Council posting a reward.
For now, though, Kurgan was his employer, and when the
manager of the Queen of Skulls noticed him, Gardek pointed at the
alchemist and nodded to signal that he’d caught his quarry.
“Bring him up!” Kurgan shouted. He looked across the hall to
Nazarko, who was about to enter the bear’s cage with what was likely
a veterinary kit in hand. “You come too, Pytor!”
Nazarko frowned. “The bear’s wounded.”
“It’ll live until you get back to it. And if it doesn’t, buy another.
Now come, damn it!”
Gardek marched the alchemist through the somewhat sparse
crowd to a staircase. Nazarko joined them on the steps, and the three
of them approached Kurgan together.
“Mr. Kurgan,” the prisoner said. “This is a mista—”
Kurgan backhanded him, whipping his head to the side. He
gestured to a room. “In there.”
Gardek shoved the alchemist into a kind of office decorated with
the glassy-eyed heads of wolves, bears, and other animals. Perhaps
the trophies were supposed to suggest that Kurgan was a gentleman
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who enjoyed aristocratic pursuits like the chase. It was all but certain,
though, that the animals had actually died rending one another in
the pit.
“Put him there,” Kurgan said, gesturing to a straight-backed chair
set before an ornately carved desk. He sat down behind the desk and
looked the prisoner over. After a few seconds, he grunted and said,
“He doesn’t look like much. And I thought you told me we were
after an undead.”
“I said at the time,” Gardek replied, “that was only a guess.”
“Still, are you sure you caught the right man?”
“Yes.” Gardek ran down the reasons why.
The alchemist listened with a mixture of horror and astonishment
burgeoning on his face. Gardek had to give him credit; the pretense
was almost convincing.
When Gardek finished, Kurgan said, “All right. I believe you.” He
sneered at the alchemist. “If you have anything to tell me—anything
that would incline me to make what’s to come any easier on you—
now’s the time.”
Blood oozing from a split lower lip, the alchemist swallowed. “Mr.
Kurgan, I give you my word, every word the trollkin said is wrong. I
haven’t murdered anybody.”
Kurgan glowered. “It’s too late for lies. I want to know why you
killed them.”
“I didn’t!”
The gang chieftain turned to his second-in-command. “Should
we torture the truth out of him?”
Nazarko shrugged. “If you do, what will you learn? That he’s a
madman or a pervert. Don’t we know that already? Of course, if you
simply want to take out your frustrations . . .”
Kurgan shook his head. “I want this finished.” He leered at the
prisoner. “That doesn’t mean an easy death. The way I see it, you owe
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mouths were huge and crammed with jagged fangs. They scuttled
back and forth, over one another, and up the mesh, frantic to escape
their confinement and attack and devour whatever prey they could.
Nazarko’s assistant ran back up the ramp. The animal trainer
opened the cage, and the burrow-mawgs hurtled out. Nazarko
backed up the incline while sweeping his cane back and forth at knee
level, and, almost miraculously, the creatures allowed him to reach
the gate at the top of the ascent and secure it unmolested.
Then it was time. The man on the stepladder gripped the lever
that would start the clock, and Nazarko raised his arm to give the
signal. Gardek and the fellow who was helping him manhandled the
alchemist to the edge of the pit.
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Eilish
unison from three. Eilish realized the Watch officer’s voice was lost
in the general clamor.
Colbie spun toward Eilish. “Do something!” she shouted.
He realized he could. Under his breath he spoke several syllables
that served as a mnemonic aid for the arcane runes he had to mentally
visualize to manifest his will. He thrust out his hand in its blackened
steel gauntlet, which matched the rest of his suit of well-fitted plate.
Glowing blue runes appeared in the air around his extended hand.
He felt a surge of exertion, as though he were throwing a punch.
A bolt of arcane energy leaped from his fingertips and blazed over
the heads of the people in front of him to impact the far wall with a
burst of azure light. The display startled everyone into silence.
Then Rorke could make himself heard. “Stop this! Release the
prisoner!”
Clad in an expensive but garish outfit of yellow velvet, a man
scowled down from the gallery overhead. Eilish surmised that the
fellow was Lon Kurgan.
“You don’t understand what’s going on here,” the gang boss called.
“It looks like attempted murder,” Rorke replied. “How big an
idiot are you that you asked me to come here and then let me walk
in on that?”
Kurgan’s scowl grew fiercer still. “I sent for you—” He took a
breath. “We’re both idiots if we go on talking in the middle of a
crowd. Come up. You too, Pytor.”
“Not while that man is still standing at the edge of the pit,” said
Rorke.
“Fine.” Kurgan looked to the trollkin. “Bring him back up here
for now.”
The trollkin hauled the captive toward a staircase. Rorke headed
for the steps as well, Colbie and Eilish followed him. Scowling, a beast
handler with a cane and high leather gloves—Pytor, presumably—
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said, “I took the opportunity to examine the bodies of the two most
recent victims.” He smiled. “I have an arrangement with the morgue
attendants. Anyway, a knife with two convex edges couldn’t possibly
have inflicted the wounds on the cadavers. The murder weapon is a
blade that snags the flesh and rips it, like a hook.”
Gardek looked to Kurgan. “You know me!” the trollkin said. “I’ve
tracked down scores of fugitives. What has this . . . schoolboy ever
done?”
Eilish framed a crushing retort, but Colbie forestalled him
by speaking first. “I know you, too, Mr. Stonebrow, at least by
reputation. If you’re the professional everyone says you are, you won’t
let vanity or greed stop you from acknowledging that you haven’t yet
earned your fee.”
The trollkin glowered at her for a moment. Then he released his
grip on Milo’s forearm. The alchemist closed his eyes and slumped
in relief.
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killer is still at large. I’ll set about catching him for you.”
Gardek glared. Milo sucked in a breath as the trollkin’s fingers
tightened on his arm.
“This is still my job,” Gardek said.
“Surely not after you botched it,” Eilish replied. “Am I correct,
Mr. Kurgan?”
The gang boss snorted. “There’s a reward. It’ll go to whoever earns
it.”
“Then it’s a race,” the arcanist said. “That’s fine with me.”
“And with me,” Gardek said.
Colbie cleared her throat. The others turned to look at her.
“I suggest the three of us work together,” she said.
Eilish shook his head. “Forgive my bluntness, Miss Sterling, but I
had difficulty reconciling myself to splitting the bounty two ways. I
draw the line at three.”
“I work alone,” Gardek said, “and if I did take a partner, it wouldn’t
be a strutting know-it-all like him.”
“Forgive my bluntness,” Colbie said, “but neither one of you is
thinking clearly.” She looked Eilish in the eye. “You’re clever, and
you learned everything the university could teach you. But how
much practical experience have you had? How many cases have you
investigated altogether?”
Eilish’s mouth tightened. “What matters is that I solved them.”
“Mr. Stonebrow,” Colbie persisted, “has been a bounty hunter
for years, and though he may have made a mistake this time around,
he’s not exaggerating when he says he’s tracked down scores of men,
many here in the Undercity. If that doesn’t convince you, well, look
at him. I can handle myself in a fight, and I hope you can, too, but
we’re going to be hunting a dangerous man in a dangerous place.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a trollkin on our side?”
Eilish scowled, but he didn’t have an immediate retort.
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Milo
M ilo felt a vague shyness as he led his companions down the steps
to his cellar room. Other people didn’t come here. Even his mentor
never had. Milo had lived and worked in the apothecary’s shop
before the Watch hauled the old man away for selling poison to
married folk who needed a remedy for unfaithful spouses, parents
who selfishly refused to pass on and allow their offspring to inherit,
and those facing other such impediments to a happy life.
Considering that most of his laboratory equipment was stolen
property—carted away from his benefactor’s shop after the man’s
arrest or subsequently pilfered elsewhere—Milo might have felt even
more reluctant to unlock the door had Rorke still been with the
group. Fortunately, the lieutenant had parted company with the rest
of them outside the Queen of Skulls.
The trestle tables, sand baths, athanors, crucibles, retort stands,
aludels, and other tools of his science took up most of the available
space. Looking around, Eilish Garrity murmured, “Hmm.” Milo
had the feeling he might actually have impressed the cocky arcanist.
Since alchemy and magic were related disciplines, it was possible
Eilish had some appreciation for what he was seeing.
Milo crossed the room, unlocked a wardrobe beside the
narrow cot, and replenished his bandoliers with grenades and a
knife. Fully armed once again, he felt more up to the mission of
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Milo, but appearances were against him. It doesn’t change the fact
that hiding and waiting for the quarry to come to you is sometimes
a good way to hunt.”
As he was speaking, he handed the flask to Milo, who took a
swig and found that he agreed with the trollkin’s opinion on the
liquor, at least. The moonshine burned pleasantly on its way down
and kindled a promising warmth in his belly.
Eilish asked, “How did you propose to identify the killer if he
did happen by but was neither manifestly undead nor, at that very
moment, stalking a victim?”
“I had the descriptions, vague as they were,” the bounty hunter
said, “and I know a suspicious character when I see one. You might
develop the instinct, too, schoolboy, if you last that long. If I’d
spotted the murderer, I could have tailed him until he did something
that proved he was our man.”
Accepting the flask from Milo, Eilish shook his head. “If we
discount your claim to some sort of preternatural intuition,
the whole approach comes down to luck and guesswork.” He
pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from a pocket of his cloak,
wiped the mouth of the bottle, and took a drink, then started
coughing.
Colbie looked up at Gardek and said, “You’re the professional
man hunter, and it may well be that your approach would have
caught the killer in time. But there are four of us now, all with our
own skills. Maybe we can come up with something more . . . active.
A way to finish the job faster.”
Gardek shrugged. “I’m listening.”
Colbie looked to Eilish, whose coughing fit was subsiding. “You
told me you have a map of the Knotted Cord’s part of the Undercity
with the locations of the murders marked on it.”
The arcanist used his handkerchief to wipe his mouth and
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chin. “Yes,” he said, the hint of a smile on his lips, “and I’ll show
it to you if your toxic brew has left me the strength.”
Colbie held out a hand for the flask. “If you don’t like it . . .”
“Hold on—I’m not sure I kept any down the first time.” He took
another swig, managed to swallow it without choking, and then
surrendered the flask. He produced the map from another pocket
and unfolded it. After shifting a mortar and pestle to clear space on
a table, he set the parchment down. “Behold.”
Careful to stay clear of Gardek’s armor spikes, Milo gathered in
close with the others to look. Eilish had indicated the murder sites
with dots of red ink. The Queen of Skulls was at the approximate
center of them.
Colbie traced the edges of the area with her forefinger. “What if,”
she said, “the murders all happen hereabouts because the killer goes
to ground somewhere in the vicinity? If so, could we search and flush
him out?”
“No,” said Milo. “Sorry.”
The mechanik cocked her head. “Why not?”
“It may only be one part of the Undercity,” Milo answered, “but
the area’s still too big and complicated. There are caves and tunnels
this map doesn’t show, and all kinds of people and other things living
there and going about their business.”
“Milo’s right,” Gardek said. “Even if we split up, it wouldn’t be
practical—and if we did separate, I wouldn’t bet on the schoolboy
coming back.”
“Which I’m sure would break your heart,” Eilish drawled. “Very
well, then. If a general search won’t work, an examination of the
murder sites may prove enlightening.”
“It won’t,” the trollkin answered. “I already looked at them.”
“But you aren’t me.”
“No,” Gardek said, “I’m a better tracker than you ever dreamed of
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being, and I didn’t find any sign. You certainly won’t now. The trail’s
too cold.”
Eilish scowled. “There may be something.”
“I agree,” Colbie said. “We’ll visit the sites. But Gardek has a
point: we can’t pin all our hopes on that alone. What else can we do?”
Milo shrugged. “Maybe somebody saw something.”
“I read the testimony of the witnesses,” Eilish said. “I can question
them myself, but I doubt I’ll elicit any information they didn’t already
give the Watch.”
“I don’t mean them,” Milo replied. The moonshine came back
around to him, and he took another fiery drink. “The Undercity is
full of people who’d cut out their own tongues before they’d talk to
the law about anything. Maybe one of them saw something.”
“Will they talk to us?” Colbie asked.
Gardek made an ugly smile. “One way or another.”
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going around that Khadoran agents were sneaking into Cygnar and
giving support to brigands and such, so maybe that accounted for it.
In any case, the robbers got wind of our approach and set a trap for
us. What happened next wasn’t a massacre, but I had to sacrifice my
’jack to cover the retreat of some of my comrades.”
“Wasn’t there enough in the company coffers to buy a new one?”
Milo asked.
Colbie shrugged. “I didn’t stick around to find out. I’d had my fill
of Nolan’s Elite. I decided—”
She was interrupted by Eilish calling, “I’m done.” He got up off
the ground and brushed dirt from his armor and cloak.
Gardek, Colbie, and Milo advanced into the glow that Eilish’s
magic had kindled around the sinkhole. The arcanist had hoped the
illumination might reveal signs that had previously gone undetected,
but judging from his lack of excitement, he hadn’t found much of
anything.
Gardek felt a pang of spiteful satisfaction. “Well, go on,” he said
to Eilish. “Amaze us with your discoveries.”
Eilish sneered back. “The evidence is consistent with what I
observed at the previous sites. The blood spatter indicates that, as the
witnesses told the Watch, the killer is tall. Judging by the distance it
traveled, he’s also exceptionally strong.”
“In other words,” Gardek said, “you don’t have anything new or
helpful.”
“Well, I am at least ready to declare with certainty that we’re not
hunting a thrall or some other form of corporeal undead. None of
the sites revealed even a speck of the decayed flesh such a creature
would shed when lashing out so forcefully.” The blond man gave
Gardek a malicious smile. “Like Milo’s presumed guilt, that’s a bit of
random guesswork you need to leave behind.”
“It’s more than guesswork,” Gardek growled. As far as he was
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The arcanist grinned and held up his dagger; the blade was bent
nearly in half. He tossed the ruined weapon away. “I couldn’t very
well let you plunge on down and sweep me off the wall, too,” he said.
Colbie clambered into the tunnel. “Is everyone all right?”
“Yes,” Gardek replied.
“Good,” she said. “Next time, we bring a rope and pitons.”
Eilish blinked. “Next time?”
Ignoring him and turning to Milo, Colbie asked, “What do we
do now?”
The man shrugged. “Announce ourselves, I guess. I’ve never been
to this place before. I just knew it was here.” He peered deeper into
the cave and called, “Zhag! Walu! It’s Milo Boggs! I need to talk to
you!”
The cry echoed away down the passage. Then a shrill voice cried,
“Go away!”
Eilish arched an eyebrow. “I thought these growers were your
friends.”
Milo shook his head. “I never said that. But they need alchemical
waste to feed to some of their crops, and I have uses for some of the
toadstools, so we trade.”
“Did you cheat them or something?” Gardek asked.
“No!” Milo snapped. He seemed offended, which Gardek found
amusing, considering the circumstances of their own meeting.
Perhaps the little human had one set of scruples he applied to
alchemy and a different, more elastic set for thieving.
“Then what’s the problem?” Colbie asked.
“My guess is that they don’t like the idea of anyone being down
here,” Milo said. “It’s likely they don’t pay the Knotted Cord, either.”
Or, Gardek thought, maybe the farmers partook of what they
grew despite its tendency to make the user suspicious and erratic.
“Well, I nearly fell to my death climbing down that hole,” he
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Zhag, the male, had lost the tip of one long green ear to some mishap
and held a bushel basket tilted, poised to empty its contents on the
intruders below. Walu, the female, whose skin was a green so dark it
looked nearly black in the wan lamplight, held a rusty-headed spear
readied for thrusting.
Murmuring from the side of his mouth, Gardek asked Milo,
“What’s in the basket?”
“Spores, maybe,” the human replied. “Don’t move.”
“I coped with your fear gas.”
“My fear gas isn’t meant to kill.” The alchemist raised his voice to
address the gobbers. “See? It’s me, Milo, just like I said.”
“It’s not!” Walu snarled. She was shaking as if she could hardly
contain the urge to start jabbing at the targets below her. “It’s you
and strangers.”
Still on the other side of the gap with Eilish, Colbie called,
“Harmless strangers. We just want to talk to you, if you’ll only be
reasonable. If not—well, my companion out here is an arcanist. He
can cast bolts of flame into your home. Even if they don’t set you on
fire, they’ll burn your crops.”
“And then,” Milo added, “he and Colbie there will flee back down
the tunnel and up the hole to tell the Watch and the Knotted Cord
about this place. But there’s no need for any of that.”
Zhag and Walu exchanged uncertain glances, but he didn’t set
down the basket, and she didn’t stop pointing the spear at the top of
Gardek’s head.
Gardek considered possibilities. Could he snatch hold of the
spear before the gobber could thrust, then leap backward and
pull her off the ledge? He suspected he could, but would his
jump carry him far enough to avoid the cloud when the spores
poured down? And what about the others? Would Milo be able
to scramble to safety or yank on his gas mask in time? Would the
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Milo said. “If you saw or heard anything, we need to know about it.”
The gobbers looked at each other. Zhag said, “I saw the killer.”
Eilish’s eyes opened wide. “Did you, now? Please, tell us all about
it.”
“I wasn’t down here,” said Zhag. “I’d gone to sell some of the
bluecaps, and I was coming back through the tunnel that snakes
around and comes up in the Armorer’s Bourg.”
Colbie nodded. “Go on.”
“Well, I had my lantern, so I could see there was a human walking
along ahead of me. Then I heard—and smelled—something coming
up fast behind me.”
“What kind of odor was it?” Eilish asked.
Zhag shrugged. “I don’t know. Something nasty enough to
make me think right away of the stories I’d heard about the
killer. Anyway, I looked around and there he was, muffled up in
a hooded cloak and rushing out of the dark. I spun around to
run and noticed a kind of crack in the tunnel wall. I dropped the
lantern, dashed to that crack, and jammed myself inside.”
“Did you really expect to hide successfully?” Eilish asked. “At the
very least, the killer had already seen the light of your lantern moving
along.”
Zhag shrugged. “It worked. The killer charged right on by me. He
attacked the human instead.”
“I hope you saw him up close as he passed,” Colbie said.
“Yes and no,” the gobber answered. “I was peeking out of the
crack, so he was only in sight for an instant. The cloak and hood
covered everything. And I didn’t have my light anymore. It was back
lying on the ground.”
“Think,” Gardek said. “You must have noticed something.”
“I think he had something metal in his hand. I’m pretty sure I
saw it gleam.”
The murder weapon, Gardek thought, but without a better
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trollkin,” Eilish replied. “Ogrun obey strict codes of behavior and are
pragmatic when it comes to violence. These killings are too savage
and undisciplined. No offense.”
Gardek shook his head and glowered. “What about the stink?”
“What about it? Have you taken a whiff of yourself lately?” Eilish
raised a hand to forestall the trollkin’s angry retort. “I apologize. That
was cheap, and more important, unfounded.” He shook his head. “I
can’t explain the smell yet.”
Gardek held his gaze for another moment, then grunted. “Forget
it. Naturally, we’re going to follow the one lead we’ve got, and this
time, I don’t need Milo to tell me where we need to go.” He pointed
to a spot just outside the constellation of red dots. “Backbreaker
kriel.”
“Maybe,” Milo said, “you need me to say we should stay out of
there.”
“Why?” Colbie asked.
“The trollkin there don’t like outsiders,” Gardek said.
Eilish said, “Even so, if you vouch for the rest of us, won’t we be
all right?”
Gardek sneered. “What do you think, that all the trollkin in
Corvis are friends?”
Eilish realized he had more or less been assuming exactly that. He
really was tired. “No, of course not.”
“Good,” Gardek said, “because I’m a thief taker. The Backbreakers
are thieves. Also extortionists and toughs for hire. I’ve hunted a few
over the years.”
Colbie took a drink and wiped foam from her upper lip. “They
won’t be happy to see you; point taken. But if we watch each other’s
backs, we can cope.”
“Let’s hope so,” Eilish said. He tensed his jaw to hold in another
yawn. “Should we get some rest and meet back here at noon?”
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“That sounds like a good idea,” Milo replied, perhaps a shade too
quickly.
Gardek snorted. “I imagine it sounds especially good to someone
eager to part company with the rest of us and not come back.”
Eilish said, “If Milo’s afraid, then as far as I’m concerned he’s free
to leave. He was Kurgan’s prisoner. He isn’t ours.”
The alchemist glowered as though Eilish, or Eilish and Gardek
together, had hurt his pride, even if their suspicions were correct.
“I’m not afraid,” he said, “and I’m not looking for a chance to run
out on you.”
“I believe you,” Colbie said to him. To the larger group, she added,
“If this trollkin gang is as dangerous as it sounds, it might be wise to
go in when most of them are asleep.”
“If you humans weren’t half asleep yourselves,” Gardek said.
Milo smiled. “I have a remedy for that.” He opened one of the
pouches integrated into his leather armor and took out a little pewter
bottle. He poured a dash of the brown liquid inside into his tankard,
then passed the container to Eilish.
Eilish doctored his own beer and somewhat warily sipped the
results. He just had time to notice that the brew now had a metallic
aftertaste before a jolt of pure alertness made him sit straight up in
his chair. For a moment, he felt like he was buzzing like a bee, only
on the inside.
“The effect lasts a few hours,” Milo said. “Time enough to get in
and out again.”
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Gardek said, “I may know a way in that the lookout can’t see very
well from where he sits. Hopefully the kriel hasn’t changed things or
sealed the entry point.”
“I see we’re back to guesswork,” Eilish said.
“Do you want to watch the place from a distance for a couple of
days to make sure we know what’s what?” the bounty hunter asked.
“While, in all probability, the killer claims another victim or
two?” Eilish said. “No.”
“Then unless you’ve got a better idea, this is the plan. It worked
last year, when I had to flush out a target.”
“Go,” Colbie said. “We’ll follow.”
Keeping low, they all skulked forward. Colbie wondered how
they’d pick out the maniacal Backbreaker from all the ones who were
merely brutal criminals. Maybe Gardek and Eilish would come up
with something clever.
Meanwhile, she drew what encouragement she could from the
fact that the two professional manhunters seemed satisfied with
their progress, even though it consisted of only the testimony of a
single mushroom-addled gobber. As much as the thief taker and the
“schoolboy” rankled one another, they plainly shared a zest for the
chase and a conviction that there was no malefactor they couldn’t
catch if they simply kept worrying at the problem. She respected
that attitude. It was the kind of tenacity that won on the battlefield.
Gardek passed two houses before dropping to his hands and knees
in front of a third. He crawled forward and wriggled underneath the
structure.
Colbie understood why the space was there. On the outskirts of
Corvis, with its perpetual rain and soft ground, people sometimes
built houses on supports like stubby table legs to keep them up out
of the wet. More often than not the effort only delayed the inevitable,
but some variation in the density of the soil had enabled this house
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“You aren’t wrong,” the bounty hunter replied, “but today’s not
the changing of the seasons. If they’re all assembled and calling out
to the Great Mother, something special is happening.”
“Can you be more specific?” Eilish asked.
“Not without taking a look.”
Colbie took a breath. “Then we will.”
They skulked forward, and the singing grew louder. Finally, their
course brought them to a balustrade and wide stone stairs leading
downward. At the bottom of the steps was a circular sunken plaza
that once had likely served as the hub of the neighborhood—and, in
fact, fulfilled the same function here. Dozens of trollkin stood facing
a pile of wood at the center of the space. Squinting, Colbie could just
make out the body of a trollkin female laid out on top of it.
“A funeral,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Gardek said. “I guess it’s nearly dawn, at least by their
reckoning. Most Dhunians bury their dead, to return them to the
Mother, but some of the city kriels like the Backbreakers have their
own way of doing things. They believe fire will send the soul into the
next life with the rising of the sun. They bury the ashes after.”
Eilish leaned out over the balustrade, peering at a scene obscured
by darkness and distance. Colbie winced even though she knew it
was unlikely any of the Backbreakers would spot him. The gloom
would mask him, and the trollkin were intent on their farewell.
From the sound of it, a slowing tempo coupled with swelling
volume, the hymn was reaching its conclusion. A trollkin near the
pyre picked up a torch and moved closer still. The torchlight ran up
the heaped wood to illuminate the body on the top.
Eilish cursed.
“What’s wrong?” Colbie asked.
“Are you blind?” he snapped. “The wounds on the corpse! Those
are sure signs of our killer.”
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Colbie and Eilish added their own efforts in support. Shifting and
dodging, the mechanik protected Gardek’s flank with her wrench.
The arcanist worked magic on the bounty’s hunter’s other side, runes
glimmering around his slim form. A glow momentarily surrounded
each of them before fading away. Milo recognized the spell: Eilish
had cast an enchantment that should blunt the force of incoming
attacks.
Their fierce defense notwithstanding, it looked to Milo as though
his companions were about to be overrun. He completed his sprint
by bumping into the balustrade and throwing a grenade into the
group of trollkin massed on the stairs.
A burst of strangle gas hindered those caught in the cloud. Some
fell down choking.
Milo grabbed a second grenade and thumbed the trigger cog.
Before he could throw it, he heard something whine past his head.
He cast about and found the source: a Backbreaker down in the plaza
had just fired a pistol at him. Two of his fellows were taking aim as
well.
Milo threw the grenade. The initial effects of the fear gas didn’t
keep the trollkin below from firing, but it threw off their aim, and
the shots missed.
Spotting motion out of the corner of his eye, he pivoted to face a
trollkin rushing him, gun axe raised to chop. The Backbreaker had
somehow slipped past Gardek and Colbie and decided to make a
run at Milo. He must have already fired and missed with the stubby
rifle—which would be scant consolation if the weapon’s blade split
his head open, as it very well might.
Milo dodged and tried to pull a knife, but the trollkin compensated
for the evasive maneuver, and the alchemist failed to pull the blade
from its sheath.
Although pressed by two foes of his own, Gardek saw the scene
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The second assault had begun. Eilish waited until all the
Backbreakers except for the shaman had either rushed up onto
the same walkway level as the intruders or climbed up the central
staircase to confront Gardek. Then, insisting to himself that it
wasn’t that long a fall, he scrambled over the balustrade, hung by
his hands for an instant, and dropped.
He’d read the way to survive a fall unharmed was to relax, land
with knees bent, and topple over sideways as opposed to forward
or backward. Despite following that protocol, he still landed hard
enough to rattle his bones. After he’d weathered the jolt and took
stock, however, he judged he’d survived with nothing worse than a
few bruises.
He scrambled to his feet, drew his sword, and charged the
shaman—who saw him coming and snatched a pistol out of a cloak
pocket.
Eilish veered in an effort to dodge. The gun flashed and banged,
and the hasty shot missed.
The arcanist was now close enough to see the shaman was old,
with a stooped frame and a craggy chin. Trollkin didn’t slow down
much with age, unfortunately; he was still likely stronger than the
human rushing him.
An awkward flailing blow revealed he was no longer as quick
as he might once have been. Eilish sidestepped the attack and
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his usual air of composure, Colbie thought that beneath the surface
she could see relief at being rescued mingled with chagrin at having
arrived at a false conclusion. “Catch me up,” Eilish said. “Who
precisely is Natak Warbiter?”
“He works for the Patient Weavers,” Milo replied. Colbie had
heard of them. They were yet another of the Undercity’s several crime
syndicates. “The last I heard, he was keeping order and collecting
debts for the Braggart’s Smile. That’s their gambling house. He has a
reputation for enjoying bloodshed.”
Meanwhile, the Backbreakers were muttering to one another.
“You’re just guessing!” one of them eventually called. “One moment,
one of us is the killer. The next, it’s some ogrun!”
“No!” Eilish said. “Please, just listen! From the start, people
assumed a lunatic is murdering random targets of opportunity. The
savagery of the attacks gives that impression, and it fooled me as
well.” He gave Gardek an apologetic look. “But one fact doesn’t fit
that assumption: more than half the victims were leaving the Queen
of Skulls. Jussika was, and my partners and I know of an instance
in which the murderer passed right by one potential victim to run
down another—who I’ve learned had likewise been to the Queen of
Skulls.”
The shaman frowned. “You’re saying Natak’s out to make people
afraid to go to one gaming house so they’ll go to its rival instead?”
“The Knotted Cord and the Patient Weavers have a history of
trying to undermine each other,” Gardek said.
“Then we need to find Natak,” the shaman said.
Colbie took a breath. “No. My partners and I do.” The trollkin of
the kriel started to protest, and she shouted over them. “This is our
manhunt, and we have the right to finish it! You wouldn’t even know
about Natak if not for us.”
“We’re working for Lon Kurgan, and he wants us to deliver the
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Gardek tried to keep from breathing in the gas. It wasn’t easy; he’d
been exhaling when the grenade exploded.
He could barely see. In addition to burning his airways, the fumes
stung his eyes and blurred his vision with tears. Muddled as he was,
instinct told him it would be a bad idea to move forward into the
open space with Natak. He began to stumble back the way he and
his partners had come instead.
Another grenade banged, and more vapor surged up in front of
him. At the same instant, a firearm flared and barked, and a round
whizzed between his arm and his side.
Somebody—probably a few somebodies—had shadowed Gardek
and the others down the narrow tunnel even as they were shadowing
Natak. As long as those attackers kept throwing grenades, the way
out would be impassable to everyone but Milo in his gas mask, and
the alchemist would likely get himself shot if he tried to escape.
Gardek stumbled back toward Natak and untainted air. On the
way he grabbed hold of the helplessly coughing Eilish and dragged
him along.
They blundered out into the open just ahead of Colbie and Milo.
The alchemist now wore his gas mask.
That was the only positive development. Now that they’d been
herded into the oval space, it was plain that, far from being oblivious
to his pursuers, Natak had actually lured them into an ambush.
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Gardek had hauled Eilish out of the gas-filled tunnel, and Milo
had done the same for Colbie. Still, it took the arcanist several
precious seconds to cough the noxious fumes from his lungs and
blink the tears from his eyes. He managed it just in time to see
Natak’s fist hammer down on Gardek’s face.
Eilish was glad the ogrun hadn’t opted to finish off the bounty
hunter with his great axe, but Gardek still wasn’t likely to get up
anytime soon. With Milo down as well, that left just Colbie and
Eilish to carry on the fight.
He told himself they still had a chance. Milo’s grenades had
incapacitated all but one of the common toughs, not counting
whoever had tossed the gas bombs and fired a couple of shots down
the tunnel. With luck, those rogues would hold their position for the
time being.
Natak jumped off Gardek’s motionless form and snatched his
axe from the ground. In a blur of motion, Canice thrust her spent
weapon back into the holster on her hip, reached inside her greatcoat,
and snatched another magelock pistol from a shoulder rig. Expensive
as such firearms were, it came as an unpleasant surprise that she had
a second one.
She could likely aim and squeeze the trigger before Eilish
could focus his will for a spell. Perhaps concluding the same
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That left Eilish to deal with Natak. As the ogrun raised his axe
and charged, Eilish drew on his magic. Glowing blue runes danced
around his outstretched hand.
Colbie’s shot banged into something. Eilish didn’t dare look away
from his own target to see if she’d hit hers.
Natak had almost closed to striking distance when Eilish sent two
bolts of azure force stabbing into the ogrun’s chest. Natak staggered
and fell.
Hoping the brute would stay down for the duration, Eilish turned
and saw Canice floundering half-buried in a mound of dirt. Colbie’s
round had evidently struck the ledge where the gun mage stood,
dumping her on the ground amid a little avalanche of earth.
Heavy wrench raised, Colbie charged her sister mercenary. The
last remaining ruffian sprinted to intercept her with a short sword
outstretched, but Colbie was ready for him. She turned, knocked the
blade away with her own makeshift weapon, and then whipped the
wrench down into his knee. Bone crunched, and he squawked and
fell. She dashed onward.
Unfortunately, that brief delay gave Canice time to collect herself
and rear up out of the dirt. When Colbie struck, the redhead swayed
backward to avoid the blow. Canice struck back instantly, reversing
a pistol in her grip to crack the butt against Colbie’s forehead. The
dark woman reeled.
Straining to muster any more arcane power from the reserves
of his own stamina, Eilish stretched out his hand at the gun mage.
Perceiving the threat, Canice turned, lined up the shot, and pulled
the trigger.
To no effect. Perhaps her spill down the wall had gotten dirt in the
firing mechanism, or maybe she’d damaged the gun by using it as a
club. Whatever the cause, it didn’t fire.
Meanwhile, runes encircled Eilish’s hand. Even as he savored the
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twirled the weapon. “Hmm,” she said. “What to do, what to do?”
“Don’t listen to her nonsense,” Natak growled. “If the tunnel
killer needs catching, we can do it ourselves.”
“It would be nice to think so, but the trollkin has a point,” the
gun mage said. “We don’t practice his trade, and besides, we have a
business to run.” She looked at Colbie. “If you and your friends can
get up, you can all walk out of here. My men won’t like it, but I won’t
let them interfere. If somebody is too badly hurt to leave under his
own power, I can’t imagine him being much use in a manhunt. So
he’ll have to stay behind—and my fellows will vent their feelings on
him.” She flashed a grin. “Fair enough?”
“I’ll get everybody walking,” Colbie said.
“This is stupid,” Natak said. His grip clamped down like a vise.
Agony stabbed through Colbie’s skull.
Only for a moment, though, and then he let her go.
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his partners resumed their circuit. They visited three more of the
locations marked on Eilish’s map without running into any sort of
trouble—but without learning anything, either.
Like most of the others, the fourth site lay in a tangle of passages
that connected one populated cavern to another. When Gardek
and his companions rounded a bend and the place came into view,
lanterns were shining. Their glow illuminated a half-dozen members
of the Watch gathered around a motionless form on the ground.
Evidently the tunnel killer had claimed a new victim just a few
paces from the spot where he’d felled a previous one. Given that
the murderer restricted his slaughter to a particular area, Gardek
supposed it had only been a matter of time.
“Thamar’s teeth!” Eilish cursed under his breath. “A fresh one.”
He started forward.
Gardek grabbed him by the arm. “Those aren’t Rorke’s men,” he
said, “and they aren’t going to let us poke around. We’ll have to wait
until they leave.”
“We can’t,” Eilish said. “I need—we need—to look things over
now, before information is lost or destroyed.” He pulled free of
Gardek’s grasp. “Just follow my lead.”
Gardek, Milo, and Colbie exchanged glances. Then the mechanik
waved her hand in the direction of the lawmen and the body. “Lead
on,” she said to Eilish.
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E ven outside, the stink coming from the long, low beamhouse
made Colbie’s eyes water. It might have made her sick to her
stomach as well if she’d let it. She wondered if Milo might consent
to loan her his gas mask.
Foulness aside, the stench was the only new clue she and her
partners had discovered at the site of the latest murder. This tannery,
the only one operating anywhere near the murder scenes, was where
it pointed.
She pushed open a creaking door. On the other side, illuminated
by the occasional oil lamp, were vats, hides pressed into packs or
stretched on racks, bags of salt, and worktables. An old man in an
apron stood at one of the latter scraping the hair from a cow skin
with a knife. Frowning, he squinted myopically at the intruders.
“I’m sorry for the interruption,” Colbie began, “but—”
“What?” the tanner barked.
Colbie wondered if the old man’s sense of smell was as dull as his
sight and hearing. It might be an advantage for someone in his line
of work.
She raised her voice. “My companions and I are sorry to interrupt
your work. But you must have heard something about the tunnel
murders. We’re trying to catch the killer.”
The tanner hesitated. “What’s that got to do with me?”
Plainly, Colbie thought, nothing to do with you specifically. The old
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A day of tramping back and forth and poking into one dark,
dirty, and potentially dangerous hole after another had left Milo’s
wounded arm aching. He felt the weight of his gear despite
frequent recourse to the liquid stimulants stowed in his pockets.
Maybe loneliness had its advantages after all, especially when a
man’s associates were prone to strenuous exertion based on what
now felt like the thinnest of surmises.
The group’s explorations had brought them to a stretch of the
Undercity that had once been occupied but now appeared deserted—
much like the one where Milo had first encountered Gardek. In this
case, the horrors of the Longest Night five years back were to blame.
The undead had rampaged through here slaughtering everyone
before the army put them down.
Gardek sighed. Milo suspected no one was meant to hear the
trollkin’s heavy exhalation. Standing and peering a few paces away,
Colbie and Eilish hadn’t seemed to.
But the alchemist had. “Is your shoulder bothering you?” he
murmured to the trollkin.
“Not anymore.” Gardek hesitated as though considering whether
to say more. “My brother died not far from here.” He paused again.
“I’ve been hunting alone ever since—until I got stuck with you
three.”
Milo snorted. “Is it that bad?”
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a barrier between the beast’s fangs and his face. He tried to use the
shield to shove the argus off his immobilized weapon arm, but it held
on with both heads now.
Blue light flickered at the edge of his vision. Bolts of force struck
the back of the argus holding his arm, causing it to convulse and
loosen its grip.
Gardek instantly sat up and swung at the beast savaging his leg.
The hammer hit one head hard enough to make the hound recoil
and scramble back into the murk.
Gardek turned back toward the other argus. He was glad to
discover it had stopped thrashing and died.
Lantern in one hand, the other outstretched with a last luminous
rune blinking out of existence above it, Eilish grinned. “That’s twice
I’ve saved your . . . ” His eyes widened. “Your leg.”
“I’m all right.” Gardek attempted to stand but couldn’t quite
manage it. With a grimace, he slipped his arm out of the straps of his
heavy shield and tried again. Eilish took hold of his arm and pulled,
helping the trollkin to his feet.
Eilish was still holding on to him. “Can you walk?” the arcanist
asked.
Gardek pulled away from the human. “Yes.” At least he could
hobble—he hoped. “I thought you and Colbie were going to wait
in the shack.”
“We didn’t see much point once we heard the fight begin. She was
trying to catch up with Milo. Do you know where he is?”
Gardek jerked his head. “Somewhere that way.”
Continuously peering about for prowling argus, the human and
trollkin headed in the appropriate direction. Gardek felt faint and
gave his head a shake in an effort to clear it.
Colbie’s slug gun boomed, and two more grenades banged. An
instant later, the mechanik and the alchemist came scrambling
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Gardek fell down during the retreat. Milo and Colbie picked him
up and helped him along thereafter.
Their slowed pace gave the argus time to regroup and slink after
them. Straining, Eilish cast more flares of force to hold them back.
Sadly, he didn’t think he was seriously hurting any of them. It was
too dark, and the wretched beasts were too far away, too agile, and
too wily in their use of cover.
He and his partners made it to the shack without anyone
suffering additional injury. The last one through the door, Eilish
found a bar and shoved it into place. Colbie and Milo lowered
Gardek to the floor to sit with his back against the wall, and
the alchemist scrambled to secure the rear exit. The dark woman
grabbed some oily rags and started knotting them around the
trollkin’s bloody leg.
“In retrospect,” Eilish wheezed, “Gwen may have had a point.
Perhaps we should have deferred further investigation until we were
completely recovered from our previous fiasco.”
Gardek grinned. “Too rough for you, schoolboy?” Then he
grunted and stiffened as Colbie’s ministrations evidently caused him
pain.
“What were those two-headed dogs? Milo asked.
Eilish answered. “Argus. Very dangerous, and rarely tamed outside
Khador. They’re difficult to train and prone to attacking their masters.”
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place is?” Eilish asked. “If he has to, he can knock down a wall.”
“We need to distract him,” Gardek said. “Milo, I’m ready for your
brews. Anything that will keep me on my feet.”
The alchemist walked over to the trollkin and extracted several
vials from some of his many pockets. Gardek gulped down two,
clenched his jaw, and shuddered violently.
“Are you all right?” Colbie asked.
“Fine,” he gritted. “Is there more?”
“If you can tolerate another,” Milo said, proffering it.
Eilish took the vial from the man’s hand. “This one’s mine. You
can’t go out there by yourself.”
The bitter draught stood him up straight, quivering with energy.
It also made his face hot and set his heart thumping. He breathed
slowly and deeply, trying to suppress the agitation that accompanied
the infusion of vitality. He couldn’t be this jittery when he left the
shack, or the argus’ barking would panic him for certain.
Gardek clambered to his feet. “Ready?”
Eilish gestured to the cracks that were appearing in the front door.
“I’d better be, hadn’t I?”
“Out the back, then, and circle around. Maybe we can take him
by surprise.”
Milo accompanied them to the exit. They stepped through, and
he hastily pulled it shut after them.
Eilish had barely cleared the threshold when an argus emitted its
strange, disorienting bark; the creature had been waiting for them.
The arcanist gasped and staggered, and his heart jolted in his chest:
it felt like the combination of being startled out of a deep sleep
by a loud noise while also experiencing the onset of an agonizing
headache.
Intent on killing him while he recovered from the sonic blast,
the argus sprang down at him from atop a pile of scrap. Gardek
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then lunged forward to slash with its talons. Gardek retreated, but
not far enough; razor-sharp talons ripped open his cheek while
narrowly missing an eye.
The gorax drove forward and swiped again. Gardek slipped the
second attack with a twisting maneuver, jammed the head of his
hammer into the beast’s chest, and shoved. The heave ended the
gorax’s initial furious assault, but as far as Eilish could tell didn’t
appear to hurt it.
The trollkin needed help. With him and the gorax in close
combat, the trick would be to hit one and not the other. As Eilish
began circling to achieve the best line for the purpose, an argus loped
around the corner. The hounds clearly saw the ferocious gorax as an
ally.
The hound braced itself and performed its powerful bark. Eilish
jerked backward to avoid the brunt of the effect, while the argus
circled to come at Gardek from behind.
His reflexes having saved him from the worst of the disorientation,
Eilish gritted his teeth and focused his will. Runes coalesced in the air
as he stretched out his hand. Mystical bolts leapt from his fingertips
and pierced the argus, which fell down thrashing.
As Eilish tried to determine how badly the beast was hurt, he
heard another argus coming at him from behind. By the sound of it,
he feared it was already too close.
The arcanist spun around and backpedaled, straining to muster
the power he needed. Gaping jaws hurtled at his outstretched hand,
and he imagined the dagger fangs biting the extremity off at the
wrist.
He was able to maintain concentration on the forming runes. A
flare of arcane energy struck the argus. The beast yipped, slid to a
stop, and then ran for cover.
Eilish let it go. Too many spells in quick succession had left him
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panting and dizzy, his mind aching. The strain of magic was not
something Milo’s drugs could overcome. As with any exertion,
performing magic required intervals of rest, and Eilish had to
conserve his energy.
Right now he needed every ounce of it to fend off the two-
headed hounds slinking in the shadows as they looked for a good
opportunity to attack. Like all natural predators, they preferred not
to risk themselves until they could overwhelm their prey. Fortunately
for Eilish, they did not know his limits. Gardek would have to
contend with the gorax by himself until Colbie’s derelict steamjack
was ready.
Assuming it actually could be readied.
Gardek had started leaving bloody footprints despite the bandages
on his leg. Lurching forward, he swung his hammer. The gorax
caught the weapon mid-stroke, yanked it out of the bounty hunter’s
grip, and flung it spinning into the darkness.
Limping a step backward, Gardek raised his arms like a pugilist.
He could still rip an adversary to pieces using the spikes jutting from
his forearms, but without the hammer he’d lost the advantage of
superior reach. Aside from his armor, that was the only real edge he’d
enjoyed against the gorax.
The argus barked at one another, coordinating, as Eilish scanned
the darkness to locate them.
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Colbie
E ven filtered through the shack’s walls, the strange baying of the
hounds outside rattled Colbie and made it difficult to think. The
sound was like nothing she had ever heard. Scowling, she struggled
to block out the noise.
A steam engine needed water. Fortunately, the tinkerer who’d once
occupied the shack had kept a tank of it handy. Colbie turned the
tap, and water began splashing into the bucket she’d placed below.
A steam engine also needed coal, and there was a bin half-full of
it.
The situation wasn’t hopeless. As Milo pulled his wounded arm
from its sling and hurried in her direction, she clambered up on a
stool to inspect the ’jack’s torso.
“What do you think?” the alchemist asked.
She shook her head in vexation. “There’s no time to open it up
and check out the inside. We just have to assume there’s no hidden
damage that would keep it from working. I’m hoping it was scrapped
only because whoever left it couldn’t afford to replace its arms.”
“All right,” Milo said, “we assume that. Now what?”
“We need to seal the broken pneumatics in the shoulders;
otherwise, we lose pressure.”
Colbie opened her greatcoat and brought out clamps, plugs, and
putty. She showed them to Milo. “Look around for more of these.”
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finished with one armhole, Milo was standing ready with the supplies
she needed for the other.
He hadn’t found any to spare, though, and a sudden bark made
her fumble her grip on a clamp. Gasping, she snatched hold of it
before it could fall into the interior of the chassis.
When the second armhole was done, Milo asked, “What now?”
“We need to scrape off any rust that might inhibit motion and
then lubricate the moving parts.”
“Right. I also found the stuff for that. Let’s hope the caretaker
patronized a good alchemist.”
Milo uncorked a ceramic jug and passed it up to her. First, she
dowsed the steam engine with the greenish contents, and then she
repeated the process on the neck and leg joints. Corrosion hissed and
foamed away. Afterward, Milo attended newly gleaming valves of
brass and copper with the contents of an oilcan.
“Now, water and coal,” Colbie said.
Milo found a hose to facilitate the transfer of the former and a
scuttle to aid with the latter. She lit the firebox with a match.
After that, she and Milo waited. Argus barked outside, and Eilish
yelled. Colbie hoped the exclamation was simply a natural byproduct
of a tense situation and not because a beast had plunged its fangs into
the arcanist’s flesh.
Milo shook his head. “This is taking too long. Gardek and Eilish
aren’t going to make it. I can make the water boil faster.”
And risk an explosion, Colbie thought. Quickly weighing that
danger against the likelihood of injury to her friends outside, she
said, “Do it.”
Milo brought two pewter vials out of his pockets and poured one
into the other. He climbed up on the stool, added the mixture to the
boiler, and then hopped down again.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then the ’jack shook, loose
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M ilo knew that Gardek and Eilish had intended to circle around
the shack and take the tunnel killer by surprise. But the subsequent
sounds of battle indicated they’d never made it that far. The
murderer had left off pounding on the front door to help the argus
kill them.
Colbie hastily reloaded the slug gun and then pointed at the rear
exit. “Doorstop, outside! Quickly!”
The armless ’jack tramped in that direction with the two humans
scurrying behind. It wasn’t particularly graceful as it made its way
across the cluttered workspace. It brushed past the former caretaker’s
other projects, rocking them or knocking them over entirely. But at
least it didn’t get hung up on anything.
It didn’t wait for anyone to open the door, either. Without
breaking stride, it smashed right through the panel before coming
to a halt.
Looking past the automaton, Milo spied Gardek fighting the
tunnel killer—if it could still be called “fighting.” The trollkin
had lost his hammer and was reeling backward with hands raised
in pure defense. The murderer followed, slashing not with some
exotic hooked blade but with its claws. Milo caught his breath
when he glimpsed the snarling, tusked face under the cowl. The
thing he and his partners had been hunting wasn’t human, undead,
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its foe that it didn’t even notice Doorstop crashing onto the scene.
Fortunately for Eilish, the remaining argus did notice.
His cape tattered and his short sword in his hand, the arcanist
was on the ground where a pair of the two-headed hounds had
evidently thrown him; one beast had a crumpled black greave in one
of its jaws. Eilish had likely been an instant away from death. Now,
however, startled by the chugging, clanking Doorstop, both argus
drew warily back.
Colbie scrambled out next to the steamjack. “Doorstop! Push the
gorax!” She pointed at the raging beast-man to specify the machine’s
target. “Keep pushing until you knock it down!”
The laborjack marched dutifully forward.
As Doorstop began to head away from Eilish, the pair of argus
that had been assailing the fallen arcanist stopped retreating. Milo
and Colbie dashed to his side.
Milo drew a knife and threw it in a long cast. The tip of the blade
struck an argus’ withers, piercing its hide, but not deep enough to
stick. The hound yelped and faltered as the weapon fell to the ground.
Though the injury was superficial, the unexpected attack
balked the beast long enough for Colbie to reach Eilish and haul
him to his feet. Still facing the argus, the two of them backed
away toward Doorstop, weapons ready. Milo pulled another knife
to cover their retreat.
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Gardek’s wounded leg had gone numb, and that made every
step treacherous. Stumbling back before the gorax’s onslaught, he
eventually lost his balance and fell. Gardek tried to raise his arms to
fend off the creature, but they also felt clumsy and heavy, as if the
weight of his own armor was too much for him.
Then, smoke fuming from the smokestack on its back, the
armless laborjack ran right into the gorax. Its momentum and mass
were irresistible, and the machine bulled the creature away from its
intended victim. Gardek watched in astonishment. Like his foe, he’d
been so intent on their fight that he hadn’t even noticed the ’jack
emerge from the shack.
The trollkin hoped the automaton would knock the gorax over
and crush it underfoot, but it didn’t. The beast was too fast, big, and
strong. Snarling, it slashed repeatedly as the ’jack pushed it backward.
Its claws tore through the metal on the machine’s chassis but did not
slow its advance. The gorax and the laborjack were roughly the same
height, but the ’jack considerably outweighed its opponent.
The gorax seemed to comprehend it wasn’t facing a living thing
and that its attacks weren’t having the desired effect. It backed
up a few paces and then moved to circle around the laborjack,
likely in an attempt to get at the softer targets behind the machine.
Doorstop tried to counter by putting its ponderous bulk in the
path of its foe, but it was too slow to truly impede the gorax.
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But maybe the extra room was just what they needed. Gardek
limped to the proper position, raised his hammer high—Dhunia,
had it ever felt this heavy, even on the first day of his training?—and
anticipated its wriggling head coming his way.
As soon as it did, he struck. The gorax spotted the movement,
snarled, and lashed a claw sideways at him.
The force he invested in his swing unbalanced him, and his leg
finally gave way to dump him on the ground. But the gorax’s talons
didn’t land. He looked at his foe and saw that his blow had struck
first, smashing the creature’s skull. It slumped and was still.
For a moment, he felt tremendous satisfaction and the urge to
rest. Then he noticed that the surviving argus were still slinking and
circling in the darkness.
“They’re afraid of the noise of the laborjack,” Eilish said
breathlessly. The toppled machine was emitting an awful racket from
its rumbling, hissing boiler. “But that won’t last now that it’s fallen
over.”
He looked at Gardek. “You’re the strong one. Can you help set it
back on its feet?”
“With my leg torn up?”
Eilish sighed. “I’m wiped out. I need time to recover before I can
do anything.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Colbie aimed her slug gun, steadying its
weight in both hands.
“You realize,” Milo said, “we’ve yet to see you hit a target with
that thing.”
“It helps if the target is big and stationary.”
The weapon boomed, and the slug arced across the junkyard to
smash into one of the towering piles of scrap. Clattering metal rained
down on two of the hounds.
Combined with their earlier losses, the thunderous pelting of
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junk was apparently more than the surviving canines could take.
They yelped and gave higher-pitched barks as they withdrew into
the gloom.
Gardek’s allies clustered around him. Colbie stooped to examine
his leg, and Milo handed her a little brass bottle. “Apply this,” the
alchemist said.
Whatever the stuff was, it stung some feeling back into Gardek’s
leg. He sucked in a breath.
“How badly is he hurt?” Eilish asked.
Gardek managed a grin. “I’ll be fine, schoolboy. I’m not dying
now, not after we finally won a fight. Not when I can point out how
wrong you were about the hooked dagger.”
To Gardek’s disappointment, the arcanist simply smiled. “And
not, I’m sure, when we’re finally ready to unmask the real tunnel
murderer. I trust you’ve all discerned who it has to be?”
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Nazarko yanked down the lever then jerked open the grille.
Squealing, shaggy, long-eared burrow-mawgs hurtled through the
opening.
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She waited for Nazarko to throw open the door. Then she shouted,
“Doorstop! Come!”
The laborjack heard her despite the general racket inside the
gaming house. It turned and tramped toward the doorway, its
massive legs and torso blocking any view of the cavern beyond.
Had he reacted quickly, Nazarko could have let go of Kurgan and
dodged around the oncoming ’jack. Instead, taking advantage of the
distraction, Kurgan wrenched free and punched the animal trainer
in the throat.
Nazarko reeled. He tried to point the pistol, but Kurgan grabbed
the stubby barrel. The gang chieftain twisted the weapon away from
himself and toward the other man.
Teeth gritted and eyes glaring, the two men strained for control
of the gun. Wrench raised to brain Nazarko, Colbie dashed toward
them. But when she was still a stride out of striking distance, the
pistol went off. Nazarko dropped with a little hole at the spot where
his neck met his chin.
The wound would shortly be the death of him if it hadn’t been
already. Just in case, however, Kurgan stamped on his head and
neck and then sneered at Colbie. “Self-defense,” the gang boss said,
breathing heavily. “Rorke can’t object to that.”
“No,” she said with an exasperated sigh, “I guess he can’t.” She
turned toward the doorway. The Queen of Skulls was more solidly
built than the shack in the junkyard, and Doorstop hadn’t succeeded
in forcing its way through. But the ’jack’s dogged efforts to do so were
no doubt producing cosmetic damage at the very least. “Doorstop,
stop! Move five steps back!”
The machine obeyed, and she and Kurgan headed back into
the fighting hall. They arrived just in time to see Gardek flatten
the skull of the final burrow-mawg. As far as Colbie could see,
the bounty hunter and her other partners were unharmed—and
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Kurgan gave Rorke a crooked smile. “And you won’t mind having
your own little band of mercenaries beholden to you.”
“Every action I take,” the lawman said, “is for the good of the
citizens of Corvis.” He turned to Colbie. “So, long live . . . what’s the
name on the application?”
“The Black River Irregulars.”
Eilish tilted his head. “Not bad. I can live with it.”
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GLOSSARY
´jack marshal: A person who has learned how to give precise verbal
orders to a steamjack to direct it in labor or battle, sometimes called
marshaling. This is a highly useful occupational skill, although it
lacks the versatility or finesse afforded by the direct mental control of
steamjacks exercised by a warcaster.
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kriels: The most important divisions of trollkin culture and the equivalent
of a trollkin tribe or clan, varying greatly in size but always comprising
several kiths, which are often (but not always) related. Members of the
same kriel share the same quitari pattern on their clothing.
Llael: Once the smallest and easternmost Iron Kingdom but largely
conquered by 605 AR in the Llaelese War. Llael has since been divided
between Khador, the Protectorate of Menoth, and the Llaelese Resistance.
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Longest Night: The Longest Night is a triennial event that falls upon
the winter solstice. It is a numberless day, conceived by the innovators
of the Morrowan calendar to compensate for a third of a day difference
between the calendar year and the astronomical year. This nocturnal
festival is observed in most of the western regions and includes heavy
drinking, music, and dancing. Celebrants often dress as the dead and
the festivities may also include fireworks. In many places, the Longest
Night is a three-night celebration.
magelock: The signature weapon of a gun mage. Only the costly and
difficult-to-fabricate steel alloys of these weapons can withstand the
arcane stresses created by rune shots.
Morrow: One of the Twins, brother to Thamar, and a god who was once
mortal but who ascended to divinity by achieving enlightenment. Also
known as the Prophet, Morrow is a benevolent god who emphasizes
self-sacrifice, good works, and honorable behavior. See also Church
of Morrow and Thamar.
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Order of the Amethyst Rose: The Loyal Order of the Amethyst Rose
is a storied martial organization in Llael whose members are gun mages
originally sworn to that nation’s crown. Many of its members served
as royal protectors, but the organization was officially disbanded after
the death of Llael’s last king. Its members persisted and met in secret,
still devoted to their original oaths. After the Fall of Llael, most of
the order’s surviving members became part of the Llaelese Resistance,
working from the shadows against Khadoran interests.
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trollkin: A hardy and intelligent race that live both in their own
communities in the wilderness and within cities of man. Distantly
related to the more savage and monstrous trolls, trollkin have a distinct
appearance with colorful skin, usually blue in hue, and with quills
instead of hair and rock-like calcified growths on various parts of their
bodies. They possess a complex and rich culture, including their own
written language. Most trollkin worship the goddess Dhunia.
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