Chapter 107: Singing Willow Troupe

Chapter 107: Singing Willow Troupe

The sun was beginning to settle as the Singing Willows caravan halted to a stop for the day. A cool breeze blew past the Valleys hills and plains and swept through the caravans encampment.

Stryg stretched his short limbs and yawned. The last two weeks had been longer than he had expected. The first week had been spent inside his tavern room. All he had to eat was fresh bread and some water. Loh believed she was punishing him by grounding him and feeding him simple food.

While the circumstances were not ideal, even a tad annoying, Stryg did not really see it as a punishment. Being stuck in his room without fresh air was a pain, but he did manage to have some alone time to train his sylvan kata and meditate.

As for the food, Stryg had grown up eating far simpler sustenance. His war-like people were accustomed to tough food and although he much preferred delicious lamb chops, he was still more than happy to eat fresh-baked bread.

The only part of his punishment that truly bugged him was the fact that he was unable to spend much time with Rhian. She seemed to share his sentiment if the second weeks constant chatter was any indication.

The second week had started off interesting. They had finally left Mellow Bloom and began traveling with the Singing Willow troupe. It was his first time joining a caravan.

Stryg had spent much of the time studying each of the wagons the troupe used. He did not understand how they managed to stuff so much stage equipment and props into the tiny wagons and still have space for themselves.

The captain had said it all had to do with ones skill as a traveler. The more one traveled, the more they learned how to stash objects into the nooks and crannies of a wagon. Rhian had told him that the captain was simply describing to him the tricks of a smuggler. The captain had proudly said she was one of the best. When Stryg asked her if she was referring to being a traveler or smuggler she refused to answer, only giving him a wink.

Despite the weird antics of the captain and Lohs continuous failings to sleep with her, Stryg thought the journey to Hollow Shade had been fairly peaceful. They had spent the days leisurely traveling through the Valley while talking with many of the actors. Rhian especially loved conversing with the actress who had played the adult character of Lady Gale I.

Stryg spent his time talking with the purple magi who worked behind the scenes. He tried to learn as much as he could from their spell casting and meditation methods. While he did not know much regarding the actual casting of purple magic, he thought it was still a great chance to gain a better foundation for the chromatic color.

Finally, were done walking, Rhian rolled her shoulder blades and twisted her torso.

I thought you liked walking, Stryg said from the saddle.

No, I like running, theres a difference. I like running on tracks especially, where the ground itself is made for running. What centaur in their right mind would like to walk on grass?

Every centaur, Maximus said as he trotted up to them.

I just said I dont like walking on grass, Rhian frowned.

My point exactly, Maximus walked away.

Hey, what are you trying to imply? Oi! Get back here! Rhian yelled.

Stryg jumped off her back and made his way through the caravan. He stepped past the men and women of the troupe who were beginning to unpack tonights camping equipment. Instead, he made his way to the cooks wagon.

Stryg found the head-cook unloading a large crate from the wagon, his arms were shaking from the effort.

Let me help with that. Stryg stepped under the crate and placed his hands on the bottom.

Oh, Stryg, hello. Youre earlier than usual. You dont have to worry about this, its really heavy. Its hard enough for me and youre much smaller than me.

Im gonna ignore that. Stryg hopped and pushed the box up and out of the head-cooks grasp. Stryg landed with a soft thud and carried the box away.

Damn, youre just full of surprises, he whistled.

The more stuff you have to carry the longer it takes you to cook our dinner and the longer it takes for me to eat that dinner, Stryg said.

I hear ya, Ill start cooking right away, he laughed.

The head-cook walked over to a small opening where a few piles of wood had been stacked.

If youll do the honors, he gestured at the goblin.

Stryg raised his hand and concentrated. A small wisp of flame streamlined from his palm to a small crevice just beneath the logs. The wood ignited in an instant, the soft scent of charcoal coloring the air.

Stryg smiled inwardly, he was finally getting a hang of small precise flame spells. The head-cook thanked him and began to set his pot over the fire. Stryg walked around the campsite and lit a few more fire pits. Some of the fires were for the cooks and the rest were simply for the enjoyment of the troupe.

To you obviously, youre the one who won it, Stryg shook his head.

Alright! Lets do this! Rhian made a fist bump in the air.

Loh closed her eyes. She couldn't care less about a single coin.

So, who will begin our evenings adventure? The captain glanced around the campfire.

Id like to, the actress raised her hand.

The captain nodded in assent.

The actress cleared her throat, Okay, as you all know I am a vampiress who plays the role of one of the most famous vampires in all of history, Lady Gale I.

This is boring, Maximus called out.

The actress glared at him. She smoothed her features and continued, But, tonight I want to tell the story of one the most famous living vampires, Lady Calantha Ashe.

Who? Stryg asked.

Shes the leader of House Ashe and the high priestess of Hollow Shade, Rhian whispered.

Oh, I sa-

No, interrupting, the actress frowned.

Shes right, the captain put a finger to her lips.

Stryg reluctantly closed his mouth. He didnt recall her name, but he did remember seeing the high priestess during the Festival of the Gods.

As I was saying, the actress cleared her throat. House Ashe is the most famous of the Great Houses among the common folk of Dusk Valley. We all know they are incredibly devout to the ebon gods and have invested into the prosperity of our religion throughout the land.

Still boring, Maximus said.

Im getting to it! The actress closed her eyes and took a deep breath, Anyways, like many Houses, the Ashes have always been very religious. But, how many Houses were touched by the gods themselves?

Are we supposed to answer that? Because I thought we werent supposed to speak, Stryg said.

Ugh, forget it. Moving on, the actress grumbled. When Lady Calantha was born she struggled to breathe. Her fangs had yet to grow in, which is a bad sign for any infant vampire. The doctors and healers tried everything to help baby Calantha, but nothing helped.

As the days went by, Calanthas health deteriorated. Her parents prayed to Bellum, patron goddess of vampires, to heal their child. Yet, Calantha still continued to grow more sickly. Nonetheless, her parents did not give up hope in their goddess. They prayed to her diligently.

One evening, news came from a messenger. He carried a letter stating that there was a healer staying in Undergrowth who could possibly help Calantha. Her parents were ecstatic, their prayers had been answered. They didnt care that the journey to Undergrowth was long, nor that Hollow Shade had a tenuous relation with her sister Great City. So long as Calantha lived no hardship was too great.

The Ashes grabbed their baby daughter and assembled their carriage and a small retinue as quickly as possible. They rushed out that same evening. They traveled without rest, switching between steeds throughout day and night.

When they finally reached the Glimmer Grove forest everyone was exhausted. Even baby Calantha had grown weaker, her shallow breaths were barely audible. Still, the family persevered on their journey. Suddenly, arrows flew through the trees.

The Ashe's guards were taken down in a matter of seconds. To their dismay, they realized that they had been tricked. The messenger had been part of an intricate plan to ambush Lord Ashe. His anger flared to life, he flew out of the carriage in a rage of death and fury.

Enemy after enemy fell to his magic and fangs, yet more kept coming. Lady Ashe came out of the carriage to aid her husband. Calantha rested in her arms as she casted ward spells all around the family. When they began to finally overtake the enemy, a drow archmage appeared from among the trees.

The archmage overwhelmed Lord Ashe and struck him to the ground. His wife tried protecting him with her ward spells, but it was not enough. The archmage destroyed her defenses easily. She looked around in despair, dozens of enemies began to enclose on them. Baby Calantha cried in her arms.

Lady Ashe couldnt help but cry as well, hope for her daughter vanishing before her very eyes. She begged Bellum to save them. Suddenly, the wind died. The forest grew quiet. Hundreds of silhouettes swept through the underbrush and cut down the enemy soldiers in seconds.

The enemy screamed in fear as one by one they were slaughtered by the cloaked warriors. Lady Ashes tears became tears of joy. The Ebon Order, the mythical army of Bellum, had arrived.

Yet the archmage refused to surrender. He raised his hands, lightning crackling above him. A giant shadow flew down from the trees. Her dark helmet shrouded her face, yet the ebon flames burning on her blade were unmistakable. The archmage cowered in fear in front of Bellum, goddess of war.