Areana and the Forest of Swords: Daughter of Deceit Adventures, #2
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I am the daughter of deceit. I have spent my life exploring unknown reaches, traveling from world to world in search of wonder and magic. I've seen grand vistas, explored lost civilizations, observed many peoples, and discovered lost magic. In new places I craft a local guise for myself, and join up with adventurers on their many quests.
In this tale, long before I gained my title, dedicated myself to the tree, and called down the stars, I took the name Areana to explore and learn of a civilization built on the ruins of a previous age. The Doorway of Death proved too deadly; I fled north joining a caravan headed through the Wolf's Wood on route to the Dwarven mountains. Surrounded by shrouded enemies, not knowing who I could trust. Beneath towering trees I hunted for answers carved in blood with a sword.
Helga R Paxton
Helga R Paxton is a tech nerd who spent his youth on the playground pacing the perimeter imagining strange worlds. It has taken decades to learn how to write in a manner readable by others, and to finally publish stories for others to enjoy. Rather than tell them to his dog Tessa.
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Areana and the Forest of Swords - Helga R Paxton
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Author: Helga R Paxton
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Series Notes
These adventure tales are told at the whim of the Daughter of Deceit and are in the order she wishes to tell them.
A New Job
Vand I walked across the damp cobblestone streets of Rekx in the early morning light, the smell of smoke and offal hanging in the air. The bluffs to the east drew my eye. They showed no indication of the death trap they held. I felt down my side and across the punctures left by the poison thorns that pierced my armour, the skin beneath still itching from the poison. We joined the morning traffic away from the ports to the north of the city, where the caravan yards sat at the base of the switchback leading up to the Northern Pass.
We had met with Caravan Master Hardin Ironhorde last night in in the wine shop. It wasn’t the best job, and I had to take work at sword fighters’ rate, but it got us out of the city today. Uncomfortable questions waited for us here if we stayed.
The caravan yard bustled with labourers. Cool winds brought the smell of the sea, the city, and the coming of winter. We wound through the warehouses to yard four, where I presented myself to an older man with salt and pepper hair and a worn face who had clearly seen the sun of the Orgrean deserts.
You Areana?
he peeked to the side. And Vreana.
I smiled and nodded. Yes. I am Areana.
I’m Vreana.
She gave him a smile that was wide and lovely.
I am Kelin, the caravan's head guard.
He stood taller and made his countenance stern. Master Ironhorde told me he talked to you yesterday. We are happy to have two experienced campaigners. Welcome aboard.
He smiled wanly. Availability has been quite diminished.
I nodded, with a small smile.
V continued her promising smile as she nodded.
No sass, no trouble, no fighting in the company, and keep your eyes open.
He gave both of us long hard looks with old eyes. "We leave before the sun hits ring three of the octomid.
I turned to look at the temple of Ra in the center of the city. The sunlight that shone through the teeth of the eastern bluffs landed on the top of level two. I looked back at Kelin.
Put your sword arms to work helping load the wagons.
I gave him a salute. Yes, sir.
V also saluted, a hand still on her sheathed dagger. Of course, sir.
She drew out the last syllable with a sultry voice.
I pivoted on my heel and headed to the warehouse to see what work the dwarf yelling orders at bearers had. V followed me to the warehouse with a swagger.
Master Ironhorde put us to work hauling barrels of olives, oil, and avocados onto the third of seven carts. We did our best to help, but I kept having to remind myself that the barrels were supposed to heavy.
Meanwhile, Master Ironhorde went from cart to cart. double checking his manifest and yelling for labourers at the warehouse to get certain items on the carts.
After a little load balancing, we were off. With a head's worth of shadow left on the third level of the octomid, we headed up the north trail to the cliff gate and into the northern high valleys. The oxen took the heavy loads up the switchbacks with a clack of their hooves and steady grunts of effort. Most of us walked beside the carts, which gave us a breathtaking view of the city, its central octomid, the harbour, the turquoise bay, and the Sapphire Sea beyond. The tip of Mount Hector was visible only as a small jut of rock on the horizon, marking the point on the south side of the Sapphire Sea that divided the coastal jungles of Firolon and the deserts of Orgrean.
I looked away from the cliffs on the east side of the bay with a deep, steadying breath as we headed into the North-Cliff Gate and the Horned Pass. The pass was flanked by carved stone pillars where archers, protected by the arrow loops, watched us go by. Master Ironhorde waved at the guard captain in the Gryphon-Nest Tower as we headed into the stone pass.
The water-eroded cliffs led to the carved passage to the coast built by the dwarves of the third age and the Gryphon-Nest Stronghold. All this was done long before the plague wars wrecked the south bailey and created the bay in which Rekx, a city of the fifth age, now stood. Through another pair of pillars, we looked out over the valley of Star-Lake. We spent the afternoon descending the switchback at the southern end of the lake before it trailed into the mountain.
We left the pass behind and descended into the treed river valley, where I was greeted by the smell of maple, the sounds of birds, and a warmer wind across my face.
The caravan turned towards the river and the small town of Lakes-End. More and more, small cottages gave way to a burgeoning town of mills and raft yards. The caravan pulled around to a large inn with a huge yard and corral.
The proprietor of the Cart and Barrel Inn, a portly man in his later years, met us at the gate. A small army of labourers helped us position the carts, tended to the sweaty, smelly oxen, and got everyone down to the inlet to get the dust off.
The drovers stayed with the oxen to ensure they got the right care. I went with the rest down to the cove. I waded in up to my knees, and cleaned all the dust and grime off my leather armour.
What did that?
The calm, interested voice came from a leather-clad caravan guard who pointed at my armour.
I ran a hand full of water over my shoulders and down the across the small holes in the armour down my left side. The thorn punctures or...
I ran another a hand down across the curl in the right side of the armoured skirt banding ...the deadfall trap?
She raised the side of her mouth. A chunk of log hit you in the thigh and only dented your armour?
She ran a wet hand through her short-cropped hair and shook it out.
I rolled with most of it.
I shrugged and splashed a last handful of water on the few bits of armour that were still dirty.
I quickly surveyed the fourteen guards and thirty caravanners washing up in the cove. The five Red-Axes on the far side of the lagoon were all well-built fighters with matching red hair and square chins.
I left the water and checked all my equipment.
A woman in dirt brown and leaf green clothes dried her armour, grabbed her black wood bow, and approached on soft feet. I’m Ysira.
I nodded my head and put on my sword belt. Areana.
She smiled. Let’s get some chow.
Sounds like a plan.
We started to walk up the path toward the inn. I nodded my head in the direction of the Red-Axes.
Ysira shrugged. Five Red-Axes for a supply run within the empire seems like a bit much. Apparently they are headed to Trelgos, so they gave Master Ironhorde a discount.
We continued up to the main hall and got in line to grab trenchers of hearty chowder with a mugs of stout ale.
I walked past a table full of hardened caravanners whose eyes followed me with inquisitive looks. I gave them a silent nod and strolled along to the next long table, where I took a seat across from a stiff-backed bald monk. He examined me with assessing eyes.
I nodded and put down my trencher and ale to eat.
V, as always, had gone off to find sustenance elsewhere in town.
Ysira lay her black wood bow across the table, placed her food down, and sat on the bench beside me. She gave the monk a nod and me a smile.
The monk ate their chowder in square, timed strokes. Which campaign?
They got the words out after swallowing a mouthful of chowder and before another spoonful went into their mouth.
The Jungles of Firolon.
Ysira nodded and lifted her chin to return the question.
Seven years in Orgrean. Bringing civilization. And the peace of Ra. To the barbarians of the desert,
he uttered between spoonfuls, pulling the spoon straight out of their mouth and straight down to the bowl.
I smiled politely. Their clothes, manners, and posture all showed they served the pantheon of the Sun and Stars.
They tilted their head to me in between strokes of the spoon and raised a questioning eyebrow.
Served with the navy in the Northern seas.
I stopped my spoon and grimaced. Didn't see naught but ice for quite some time.
Ysira chuffed. That would explain why you’re so pale. You definitely need more sun.
The monk's eyes smiled. A couple of the nearby caravanners snuffed.
I pointed at myself, my ever-so-slightly limestone green hue contrasted by the deep tans or darker of the others in the room who had clearly spent many years in the jungle or desert. Even with my magic suppressed to hide the slight blue glow, my skin took on a slight green pallor and would not tan. Me—pale? I never would have noticed.
The room erupted in laughter.