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The Nameless Accounts: The Start of the War (9)

Life continued much as it ever did: out in the Bataklik Forest for months at a time, home in the city for a day or two, then back out on patrol. I knew all the trails in the forest by heart. Once, one of my comrades took the bet that he knew his beat so well he could walk it both blind and deaf. So he did, stopping his ears with wax and draping a rag over his face to keep the light out.

He was shot down a few miles from Vuzsdin by someone who supported the Althra’aste. It was covered up with the not-even-false story that he had been careless, though we all knew what was really going on. The infighting between our rulers was becoming more intense.

After that, all Seekers were paired with a buddy to watch their back. Eating, sleeping, recreation—everywhere you went, your buddy went too.

It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. My assigned partner was not very well endowed in the companionship department, but he made up for it in knowledge. He knew the taverns of Vuzsdin like the back of his hand, and he knew where to get the best services for the best prices. He also didn’t protest when the alluring women passed over him like he wasn’t there. I suppose he was used to that. I made sure to always buy him an extra drink.

Even with the buddy system in place, more Seekers turned up dead in the following cycles. Murder was always a common occurrence in Vuzsdin, but this was something else. Even Blooded Seekers -- those that had earned a rank in a Blood-Seek -- were found dead without a mark on them. Patrols were called to the Tymalt’aste’s halls for special missions, but got lost on their way or, when they did arrive safely, were turned back by one of the Tymalt’aste’s servants The servants would be puzzled to see them and denied that they had been sent for at all.

Seekers all over were reporting that we suddenly didn’t hold the same respected position in the city as we always had before. Some shopkeepers turned us away, or asked us to wait our turn outside their den, only to conveniently forget we were there as other customers tramped past.

In the poorer parts of town, the boldest of vagabonds began targeting us for heists. I caught one of them in the act, a scrawny youth who had not yet entered adolescence, and so in the following scuffle I could not smell out their gender, only that they belonged to no Great Den family that I knew of. The Althrasians were noted for only picking disciples and agents among women, and so to this day I wonder about that youth’s identity. If I had known it, maybe I wouldn't have been so blind-sided by all the rest, but I digress.

The anger and tension began to boil over in the other direction. Merchants were dragged out of their dens and forced to serve the Seekers as slaves. Several families in the Great Den were slain in retribution for the thefts, their blood left to coat their homes as a message. The priestesses and their daughters we might have once courted were instead found murdered, the symbol of Tymalt gouged into their flesh. It seemed the city was about to wage civil war.

Just when we needed his guidance, Tymalt’aste had also disappeared from the public view. No longer did he throw lavish feasts for his champions at the palace, and his orders to the higher-ups came down only in wax-bound scrolls. I suppose I must explain this to you, for the customs are different among akor’mari: many officers couldn’t read or lacked the light in their commands to do so, and in past times, always it had been that an echo-crystal was sent, containing the voice of the Tymalt’aste reading his own orders aloud. It was both a courtesy and a proof of his identity. Ventriloquists existed, but few could master the unique accent that our Tymalt’aste of the time possessed. The wax on these new scrolls carried a unique magic seal, as I’m told is more familiar to you on the Surface, but we didn’t trust it. Althrasians have always been stronger in magic than Tymaltians, and forgeries would have been all too easy.

None of the higher officers acted on their suspicions, though. It was if they were all waiting for something that the lower ranks couldn’t perceive. In hindsight, I believe they were either all threatened or manuevered into compliance, for the reach of the Althrasian agents was long.

The common people, unnerved by the chaos, desperately wanted something to believe, though. Tymalt’aste had always been slightly more popular than Althra’aste had been, on account of all the glory his past conquests brought to our people. Those loyal to him, seeing his grip on power loosening, wanted to be assured it was all part of some grander plan. Rumors flew of complicated plots and secret operations, all that seem rather laughable now. Some even believed Tymalt’aste had absconded to one of the moons to plan his next great move: a feat, as I’m sure you know, has not yet been accomplished by magi even in these modern times.

After months of scandal after scandal, gossip, fear, and gleeful conspiracy-mongers, one rumor finally came down the line that was more outrageous than any of its predecessors. Ironically enough, it was one of the only rumors that had any truth to it.

The Seekers were going to war: not just any war, but an attack on the fabled Avaliet itself.

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Here's the sketching phase, perhaps the most fun of the art phases aside from coloring in plate armor. Since each of these weas only about 5 minutes long, I combined them into one video.

Three World of Warcraft comics! Titles will probably be, oh, I dunno...Exception!, Siqsa's Eulogy, and Three Cloth Boots (Socks).

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The Nameless Accounts: The Prison Camps (16)

The akor’mar occupation of Sun-On-The-Lake was not a certain thing by any means. On the outside, it appeared as if Sun-On-The-Lake had always been an akor’mar city, for all the wuyon’mari you saw out in the open. The akor’mari sung and celebrated and began to build up rudimentary dwellings for themselves -- and for their prisoners – as if it was nothing more exciting than carving out a new market cavern back in Vuzsdin.

Yet in the alleyways and abandoned corners of the city, there was still danger. We may have occupied the main roads and the Palace, but the rest was free-for-all. At night we were safe enough; we could see in the dark better than the wuyon’mari, and they knew it. During the day, though, where the sun stung our eyes, they came out to harass us. There were ambushes and raids and assassinations. Daily we were warned by our officers about places still held by the wuyon’mari, where they had taken pains to dig out the cobblestones and plant pitfalls or other kinds of traps. The ...

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The Nameless Accounts: The Love of an Akor'mar (15)

The next few weeks — or was it months? — after the fall of Sun-On-The-Lake was a blur to me. The akor’mari set up shop within the city itself, repairing some of the buildings and walls, making them battle-ready. I don't know if they planned on living in the city once it was cleaned out, or if it was simply to be a temporary headquarters for the rest of our operations in Nah’Ke’tzin. They acted as if they expected retaliation.

The rest of the army was housed in tents, set up wherever there was space for them. I slept in Sus'syri’s tent during the days, half because that's how cramped the available lodging was, and half because... I felt different somehow. And somehow, she could understand.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the sort to be in the middle of attention. I talked lots, laughed lots, told stories. I had many friends -- or at least people I would speak with regularly; I know the word does not mean the same thing in your language. Still, I enjoyed their presence and would...

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The Nameless Accounts: The Fall of Sun-On-The-Lake (14)

Some of the army's excitement waned as we stumbled our way through the twisting forest paths of Lesser Nah’Ke’tzin: now tame Surfacer forests of beech and oak. Scouts like myself had chosen a path that took us in a circuitous route around Rising Heath, and we could let our guard down for the first time since we had come in from the ships. We marched in single file along deer trails, stepping in each others’ footsteps, moving only like the akor’mari can with complete silence, as if we were all playing Stalk-the-Nekru in the close tunnels of our homeland. I wondered then if we had only been taught those games to prepare us for something like this, not just our own childish amusement.

Our nerves and the excitement came back all at once when we finally found ourselves up on the gray cliffs overlooking Sun-On-The-Lake. It was just past dawn, and we could see the waters of the city’s namesake, Lake Ta’hiki, through the mist.

I have been to that city in the years since the war, and it is now not ...

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“You’d better be right about this,” the Commander growled as she looked down at the pair of shrouded bodies resting in a place of honor in the middle of the great hall. So far, no one else had been allowed in to see them, not even family: she could faintly hear the bawling of one or another of Neddryn’s relatives down the hall, and it irritated her. “For your plan, I may have lost two good soldiers today. ”

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