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All The Skills- B3 Ch16: Resentment
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 05:24:48 +0000 UTC**Re-edited Nov '23**
Arthur activated every skill within his stealth class as he explored the interior of the Free Hive. That, however, soon proved to be overkill. He let go of all but classic Stealth, Silent Movement, Heightened Awareness, and Concealment.
The combination of skills didn't exactly make him invisible, just unnoticed – or, another bland, unremarkable face in the crowd. People glanced at him and then casually looked away with no change of expression on their faces.
It was liberating. The last few months had been quite the change for Arthur, socially. He had gone from a nobody – a common worker with a few good friends and useful skills to those who knew him – to arguably one of the most important people in the Kingdom. So to be another general face in the crowd again… Arthur savored it.
Stealthing around was also useful because he had no idea where he was going. For years, he had grown to know the level-based layout of Wolf Moon Hive. The more common folk, the low-ranked, the general crafters, and those who were high-ranked but wanted a taste of a different life often congregated in Wolf Moon's lowest levels.
The more luxurious amenities were located on the higher levels with the upper-ranked riders and general people of importance.
However, the Mesa Free Hive’s layout just didn't make any sense to him. For one thing, the mesa seemed to be made of a series of cooled lava bubbles, creating hundreds of caves with no levels stacked on top of one another. For another, they were a complete mish-mash of services with no obvious organization.
Arthur passed by caves that glowed with artificial light, where crops were planted in deep, black, rich soil with farmers attending to them. Other open-air caves seemed to be filled with pop-up stores where vendors hawked their wares, from fabrics and tools to all manner of odds and ends.
The most tempting caves were the open-air kitchens and food vendors. Arthur wasn't particularly hungry, but his nose picked up a wealth of spices – some in combinations he hadn't tried before, and others which seemed entirely new. It was a reminder that he hadn't truly tried to level anything within his cooking class since well before Brix’s hatching. He missed it.
But now was not the time. Also, he wasn't sure how his new suite of stealth skills would hold up under strain if he tried to grab a bite to eat. Maybe he would level these skills up a little, first.
No signs pointed the way to the rider's quarters. Indeed, some of the caves he passed seemed to be entrances to barracks. He passed several which were filled with stacks of bed cots, which served as barracks. Some were filled with sleeping people. He guessed those were on a night-work shift.
There were a few caves, too, which were converted into communal dragon dens. He saw one with several young hatchlings playing some kind of dice game.
That was another thing about the Free Hive which was different from Wolf Moon: dragons and people lived together more closely. The halls were wide enough for all but the largest dragons to pass by easily. Vendors spoke to men and women as easily as they did dragons – and the dragons spoke freely back, which was not something always seen in the hive. As dragons got older, they tended to forgo speaking to strangers. Arthur wasn’t sure why.
There was also a sense of… comfort and safety in the air. He didn't think the feeling was being imposed on him, like some kind of mental manipulation. It was simply a lack of tension. There weren't any high-ranked riders or nobles strutting about, snapping orders. Not to say that there weren't ranks altogether. Arthur passed by people with apprentice badges up to high masters.
But again, that was different from Wolf Moon. Usually, important crafters would be cloistered within their separate guilds and not interacting out in public.
Arthur was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize he was being watched until he felt a prickly sensation itching at the back of his neck. Still mentally holding onto the skills, he turned in place and studied the passersby.
When he spotted his watcher, he was taken aback.
A small silver dragon stared directly at him – and it looked so much like Marteen that he almost called out to them. But at second glance, he noted the slightly heavier set of the dragon's jaw and the more protruded bony eyebrows that indicated the dragon was male.
This wasn't Marteen. Just another silver mystic whose natural magic specialty likely let him see through Arthur's skills.
Sure enough, the dragon looked at Arthur intently, then raised two of his claws to point at his own eyes, and then back at Arthur in the universal signal of "I'm watching you."
Awkwardly, Arthur waved back.
The dragon made no move, and Arthur felt its gaze as he walked away. The dragon did not stop him. Just watched.
Arthur got the feeling the dragon had been sent by the council. It made sense. Since he wasn’t bound by the card-lock shackles, they’d want him under observation. If that was all they did, he’d consider himself lucky.
No one else seemed to notice him, and as he walked on, he leveled up several of his stealth class skills.
Skill Level Gained: Heightened Awareness (Stealth Class)
Level 14
Skill Level Gained: Concealment (Stealth Class)
Level 14
Skill Level Gained: Silent Movement (Stealth Class)
Level 14
He hadn’t advanced his general Stealth Skill, but as it was level 19, took more work. However leveling those other skills, in turn, helped level his overall class skill.
His exploratory adventure was fruitful… except he saw no sign of Len and Tamya.
After about an hour of wandering up and down caves which made no sense to him, surrounded by people he didn't recognize and who barely acknowledged him, he found himself tiring. He was thinking seriously of giving up and taking a side trip to the giant crafting cave to see how Brixaby was getting along designing his chainmail glove for Joy—when he finally spotted the particular shade of light blue that belonged to Len.
He and his rider stood in front of a seller's stall that made basic dragon tack: Saddles and straps for the riders.
Wary of them running off, Arthur walked up behind Tamya. Only when he was directly behind her did he drop out of stealth.
Len made a squeak of surprise, which was a ridiculous sound for a dragon his size.
Hearing him, Tamya whipped around. Her tanned face went instantly pale as she saw him.
"Tamya," Arthur said, "you and I should talk."
Tamya half-lifted her hand automatically as if to salute, caught herself, and lowered it again. Her lips pressed together. "I don't see what we have to talk about."
"We won't go back to Wolf Moon Hive," Len added, though his voice quavered. This dragon, several times Joy’s size, was terrified of him. He practically shook where he stood.
Did they think he was going to rip the cards from their hearts?
"Why?" Arthur asked. "Were you treated badly there?"
Tamya stared at him. "Is that supposed to be a joke?"
"No?" Arthur looked from the rider to the dragon and back again. Both had defensive body language, and Len, especially, looked like he was on the verge of taking off and flying away. The fact he’d have to leave Tamya behind likely kept him on the ground.
"Look," Tamya said, "we have the support of the Free Hive, now. And Len and I aren't going back. You can't make us."
Arthur held up his hands in a peaceable gesture. That had been a mistake as the two of them flinched.
"I'm not here to make you do anything,” Arthur said. "I just want to understand what is going on—why a new rider who's about to graduate and start their career would abandon their home hive."
Tamya barked out a disbelieving laugh. "The first day of dragon class, Len was still small enough for me to hold in my arms. Instructor Athena gathered all of us low-rankers together and said if we were lucky a Rare would hatch and join us soon. And that our primary duty as low-ranked riders was to ensure that Rare survived a scourgeling eruption at all costs. It got even worse when you joined. Every day of training, it was drilled into us that Len and I were expected to die for the high-tier cards and be happy about it."
Arthur frowned. He’d seen a little of what she was talking about, though he wouldn’t have categorized Athena’s speech quite like that. "You're talking about formation training?"
"Yeah, where we act like Scourge fodder to protect you and your pink girlfriend. We've been there for months, and not once have we been taught how to protect ourselves. Just to take orders.” Her voice became high-pitched and sarcastic. “'Yes sir, no sir, sure we'll die for you, sir.'"
"I'm not saying that I agree or disagree," Arthur said. "But we hadn't finished the class yet. We’d just started practicing to fight in and out of formation. We had a lot more to learn. All of us."
Len spoke up, sounding shy. "Instructor Athena thought we'd learned enough to fight the scourgelings."
"Yeah, and our wise leader," Tamya said, "almost got half our class killed while battling one big scourgeling."
Arthur winced. "That could have gone better."
"Better?! You're not a low ranker. You don't know what it's like for us—we’re disposable trash." Tamya's voice rose as she spoke. Apparently, this had been building for a while now, and now she had an outlet, all her resentment came spilling out. "Here, there's no difference between a high ranker and a low ranker. And I've seen Len happy. He's respected; we both are for cards that no one took seriously back at Wolf Moon. Why would I go back?"
Arthur didn't necessarily disagree with her, but he had to at least try to defend himself and the hive. "Look, after training ends, you don’t have to fight if you didn't want to. You could have graduated to one of the rescue squads, do some good helping people—"
"The Lobos?!” She looked like she wanted to spit.
"There's nothing wrong with joining the Lobos—"
"There is when we don't have cards to defend ourselves!" she all but shrieked.
"Then you earn more cards. Everybody graduates with only the cards that they have. By that time, most dragons have formed their secondary cores. If we had been able to stay through that eruption, we would have all split the harvested shards—"
"Great, and after collecting dozens of those, we might have something good,” she snapped. “Besides, the Lobos don't get shards. They’re paid in jade chips that they trade for food and basic necessities. Those are given here for free."
That gave Arthur pause. He vaguely remembered some kind of transaction happening when Tess had originally brought him to the hive. But he had been too shocked by the rescue to pay much attention.
Tamya went on. "Plus, Len isn't a quick flyer like some of the blues or purples. He'll grow up large. We're just going to be scourgeling-fodder out there. Better stay here where we could actually do something useful with our lives, other than die for you. This hive has already promised us cards that will match the ones we already have. Len and I won’t have to fight another day of our lives."
He looked into her hazel eyes and saw only resentment. And though Arthur knew it wouldn't change a thing, he had to at least try to bridge the gap between them. "You should have been treated with respect from the start. And for what it’s worth, you have my word that when I go back, I want to change things. I want to make things fair for the lower-ranked dragons–"
"Well, you can do it without us." She looked at her dragon. "Come on, Len."
And, without saying goodbye, she and the blue walked off.
Arthur watched them go, quietly disturbed. Tamya and Len had given no indication that they were so unhappy before. In fact, they’d been so quiet in class that he hadn’t thought of them much at all.
It made him wonder who else felt the same way.
No, that was the wrong way to think about it. Who else had been pushed into feeling that way?
Arthur had his own issues with the training regimen. If he was told from the very start that he and Brixaby were to sacrifice themselves for somebody else… he’d be just as resentful as her.
Well… no, he corrected himself again. No, he wouldn’t be quiet and meekly stew. He'd be doing everything he could to get his hands on combat or strong defensive cards to feed to Brixaby the second he could put them in his new cores.
But he couldn't necessarily fault Tamya for leaving, either.
And at that moment, Arthur knew that he couldn't stay here forever. Some way, somehow, he was going to have to find his way back to Wolf Moon. And when he did, things would change.
But first, he intended to see what this Free Hive was truly about.
Because he wasn't like Tamya. He didn't want to sit silent and resentful until he got the opportunity to run away. He wanted to seize this opportunity for all it was worth. Brixaby was already interested in crafting. Arthur could do with advancing his skills, too. All of them.
And there was more: Laird and the others had raided a noble’s card library. Yet the Free Hive council had only given out crafting and utility cards.
Where had the combat cards gone?
Comments
Mortch
I really liked his recognition that he would have acted differently if in Tamya's circumstances here, good example of his empathy and self knowledge
Edward Spencer Agoston
Literally 6ish chapters back he’s STOKED and working on Cressida to see the virtues and awesomeness of the free hive, and being someone who came from nothing and through most of these books was treated as less then, even as he climbed, (and still is by his own hive Ei the other legendaries) time and time again Author has been the lil guy. So this whole conversation with the common blue, really, really doesn’t track with the mindset and character choices we’ve seen him make in the past. Hell this book starts with hi, valuing and then including the lil purples in training and freaking out over one of them getting hurt. Hell he even alludes to understanding the blues choices in earlier chapters so the lack in of empathy here is jarring. I get he’s growing into this leadership thing, and “Being” big and important, but he’s sly enough to read His captures and say the right thing fish for the right triggers and responses. This BLINDNess to the lower classes resentment straight up doesn’t make any sense. Hell just weeks prior he was running through the streets to check on cooks getting slagged. Talking the that he knows the Real value of common cards for common folk. His care for the people of his own village and even what this chapter begins to form, his desire to go change the system he was working was already there
tolson frantzen
Sorry this is coming weeks after you posted your comment, but I am just catching up to the story and really wanted say something about this. It's getting very annoying at the moment. I would even be 'okay' with author not realizing it until pointed out, but it's come to a point where he is sounding purposefully ignorant about any of this. I could go on a decently long rant about how much of a whiplash the first chapters of book 3 seem compared to book 2, but I suppose I'll finish catching up first.
Alex
Also he's acting like the only thing that's worth anything is combat. As if utility is worthless. Arthur may be less bad than most nobles, but even he is entitled and thinks himself better than others. He could've tried to make friends in his class or at least treat them well. He didn't.
> He let all but classic Stealth, Silent Movement, Heightened Awareness, and Concealment. Seems to be missing a word.
jganderson77
Not a great surprise about Tamya and Lens reaction. The life expectancy for young common dragons and their riders is quite low. The apathy and cavalier nature of the legendaries at the hive toward their juniors has been built up over the course of the first two books. All I’ve seen is inaction, blame, and passing the proverbial buck. Great job creating the story and intricate world building as our young protagonist begins to see that life beyond the scourged fields is also dangerous and unforgiving.
Aidan Geverdt
While things are probably better for the average joe at free hive, I still prefer Wolf Moon.
Undead Writer
Thanks for the chapter!
Thaldor
Looking good! Glad Arthur is starting to get these points driven home for him. Things aren't simply 'not good' back home, they're actively 'bad'.
IndyBart
I like that he’s been confronted with it and really for the rest of the arch I think ‘society norms’ within the hive can be just as powerful of an enemy as a bad guy in a scourge eruption. Having Arthur be the focus of a paradigm shift that begins to spread across the kingdom could be awesome.
Blorcyn
I bet that at least one of them (and it’s going to be the magic one cause we want it even more than the meta) is going to be in another kingdom, as a reason to go there, and also because of mind flayer. I bet we’ll also find that the meta or last card has been destroyed or scourged or something. And he then has to ascend a bunch of rares likely with with the help of Joy, or something similar like that - to show a danger of doing at rare level before he then has to consider if it’s worth doing for his set of legendaries.
Rubeno
By the way, since dragons have longer lifespans than humans it would mean that Valentina dragon has to be way older than even her. That being said I want to see what will happen when she will die as she acts as kind of shield for Arthur rn. Without her it will be interesting challenge for Arthur to become a proper leader.
Rubeno
Free Hive doesn't seem to even posses one legendary card. They definitely don't have legendary dragon to protect them from both of kingdoms and Hives. What stops kingdom from just sending few legendaries and taking over insurgents? Weak have no voice. Free Hive has to have something that keeps their enemies away if they don't posses strength becauee they definitely feel at mercy especially without constant stream of card shards that comes from Scourge eruptions. Besides Arthur just by working as mere cook after few year of work as a child he gained rare card and he wasn't the only one. His friend gained one also. While gatekeeping of power does exist in the Hive it's not as if masses don't have their way up even if it's hard.
Flabiano Castillo
good stuff
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
Gopard
These "people too week to decide their own fate"? They are mostly that way because they have no way of fighting the scourge I would bet that the kingdoms riders might attack them just as much as the scourge should they just show up for an eruption openly! Also the moment we learned that dragons are obviously just as sentient as humans the way that the Kingdoms treat them is basically slavery. So that would make a group of people who don't condone slavery and escape to some wayward island to build an enclave "too weak to decide their fate"? I feel like arguing like that is similar to saying "everyone can be a millionaire in today's world if they just work hard enough" to which I say NO for there to be a single one of them hundreds of thousands NEVER archive it and it's the same for those "strong riders in the kingdom" for one successful so many just die because they weren't prepared enough to fight. At the end of the day there just aren't enough cards in the free Hive because the Kingdoms don't give them out obviously and in the kingdom ls because cards are used to keep the lower social groups down and dependent on their "strong dragon riders" to save them!
Nathan Sto
Also “Sure, let’s tell the guy who has two of this set permanently in his heart deck that I have something he needs to complete it. That will be great for my health” said no one ever.
Decide
I bet she wouldn't mention it for the same reason most people don't mention their cards. If you let people know what you have, then they can make a plan to beat you. At least, that's my assumption.
JC
If Valentina does have that card, surely she would have mentioned it in conversation when she saw Arthur’s cards at the tournament though? I think it’s more likely with someone we don’t know currently but time will tell!
Decide
Thanks for the chapter 🙏. I wish Arthur had told them that he wasn't being taught anything useful, either. Maybe there's a reason their hive is on the down turn. As an additional theory for the many I post: the Master of Magic card or its equivalent is held by Valentina or Whittaker. Valentina because, IIRC, it offers elemental control, and Whittaker let's him manipulate nonliving matter from distance. I'm learning towards Valentina, since she's dying anyway.
Rubeno
For all "life in free Hive is better, yuhu!" that's only if you are too weak to decide your fate. They potentially maybe bribe kingdoms to leave them away, their lack of combat against Scourge also feels fishy, they seem to have too much crafting card members. Where are combatants? Where are dragon raiders who actually fight? Even cards stolen from noble were stolen by riderless dragons who potentially run away from existing Hives after their riders deaths.
Blorcyn
Arthur has felt a little rudderless since this book started, this was a nice if uncomfortable moment for him. I like the formalising of a lot of what has gotten him for. He grew up in harder circumstances than Tamya, and it’s always been about him recognising and making things better, but it’s nice that he’s now realised it consciously. A concrete goal.
