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67. A New Age

The days following Mark’s escape from the battlefield were tense. He half expected dozens of throne ships to fly over the horizon and bombard Fort Winterclaw, but they never came.

He briefe...

66. Spoils of War

Charging into the command center of World’s Edge Citadel, a bald, square-jawed Imperator made his way up to the planning map that Legate Athriel and his lieutenants craned over, spurring onlooker...

65. Battle in the South

Once the pieces were set in place, Mark took his throne ship south. Venjimin had provided a map of the barbarian federation camp and the temple. 

After scouting out the battle or potenti...

64. Plans in Action

Once the ship was loaded, Mark ferried his people across to the mine. He filled the entire rear of the ship and managed to load twelve people. Four guards, six miners, one cook, and an Imperial min...

63. Manpower

Awkwardly untying the hovlings, Mark sent them on their way. Luckily, the meek little creatures didn’t seem interested in a fight.  

He couldn’t help but be curious over who wor...

62. The Mine

Once the mercenary arrived at the camp, Mark and Elowen delved deeper into the cave. Mark decided to leave the smithy apprentice to test ore samples in the cavern while the mercenary guarded the ca...

61. Delve

“Master Henric,” an acolyte saluted at the door to the Arms-Master’s cabin. 

“Come in,” he waved, barely taking notice of the acolyte with his nose buried in papers at his desk...

60. Mine in the Distance

Venjimin’s maps proved imperfect—as expected—and resulted in a lot of back-and-forth flying across the land before Mark spotted the mine’s entrance. 

Set on the side of a mountai...

59. New Power

“Hand me those herbs,” Mira snapped, jolting Erald from his musing.

“Here,” he said, passing the stack of mixed herbs across the crowded benchtop.

Huffing, Mira snatched them fr...

58. Fast Movers

When scouts returned with news that no wargs or cultists had been spotted in the surrounding lands, Mark sent out his people. There could be no telling how long his enemies and rivals would remain ...

57. Birth of a Nation

Two men stood on ladders and held up a newly carved sign over a large cabin at the center of the Low District as Reida looked up and directed them.

“There, perfect,” she said, and the two...

56. Aftermath

After hours of waiting, the throne ship's lights flickered back on, and Mark pounded the button, opening the hatch.

Three acolytes waited for him and stiffened into a salute as the...

55. Final Show Down

Somewhat orderly formations marched forward until volleys of arrows shot out toward them. When the first few cultists fell to the arrows, their lines broke ranks into a wild charge at the fort.

54. Herald

It doesn’t look like I get much of a choice in this. Mark thought as he felt his new powers securing their hold on him.

The imprisoned god had forced itself upon him, and it was ob...

53. Lightning Lord

“What do you think you're doing?”

Callum turned to Erin who stood in the doorway; he had wanted to be quick so nobody saw him. But that was never going to work. Erin wasn’t the kind to ...

52. Another Wave

Shooting into the sky above the fort, Mark scanned the forest for the glowing signal he had spotted when he had fought the priest previously.

Come on, where are you? 

Swoo...

51. Crafty Enemies

“What are the numbers, feral born?” Said a hunched-over, white-haired man as two armored cultists entered the hide tent he sat in.

“Five hundred and sixty dead–eighty-seven injured, H...

50. Defense of the Fort

Mark almost felt sick as he watched arrows cutting into the already wounded men, stubbornly trying to pull themselves through the barbed wires.

Driven by religious fervor, the cultists pushed...

49. Beginning of the End

Mark and Henric stood on the wall, watching as the cultist army marched to the surrounding tree line. 

His heart threatened to thump straight out of his chest, and Mark did his best to c...

48. Final Preparations

“Dober, what are the numbers for thrower fuel? The Imperator needs an update," Elowen said, pacing the storeroom.

“It’s a-a—hmmm… twelve barrels,” Dober said, finger running down ...

47. Return to the Front

“Arms Master,” an acolyte saluted as he stepped to Henric's side on the wall.

“Do you have news from our barbarian scouts?”

“Yes, several groups have returned from our surroun...

46. Seat of Power

Mark had to admit he was impressed as they flew into Deloise. The city was what he imagined a great Mediterranean capital of the Middle Ages or Classical Antiquity would have looked like. 

45. Into the Archbishopric

After restocking supplies and waiting for the Lord Librarian’s people to inform them of their contact’s whereabouts, the party took off again.

Bishop Rayleigh lived in a villa surrounded ...

44. Growing Storm

Soldiers marched from the snow-capped mountains in the thousands. They brought with them horses, wagons, and even a detachment of wargs. They wore armor, both leather and metal, with shields and sp...

43. Winter

The howling winds and constant downpours of snow picked up as the last days of winter counted down. The line between winter proper and the constant cold of the Frontier might have seemed arbitrary ...

42. Sign on the Dotted line

“Come now, Imperator, can’t we find a civil agreement?" Edarn Donez said, watching the harbor from his window. He swung back toward where Mark was sitting in the room filled with plush red sati...

41. Xaarn

Erin mediated between Trayox and his men, and the Imperials they helped build cabins for. She had been nominated for the role thanks to her relationship with the big man, and was starting to earn a...

40. It’s getting cold

Callum stared down at the sword Henric had given him. Most acolytes didn’t carry swords as weapons. Crossbows were usually the weapon of choice. The weapons were relatively easy to use. Considere...

39. Throne Ship

Blizzard winds whipped up around the ship as Mark brought it down into a shaky descent.

The ship's mage heart needed a chance to rest and landed with a heavy thud, jolting Mark and the acolyt...

38. Treasure in the Foothills

Perched atop the western mountains, the stone facade of a temple lined the cliff face, its columns and roof cut straight from the rock it was built into. A platform sat at its mouth with several st...