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B4C53 - Rage of the Survivor
🕑 Added 2024-10-08 01:00:04 +0000 UTCThe door to the Duke’s study burst open as a golden-haired young man stormed through in a rage. Duke Raugrave looked up, managing to keep his features smooth only thanks to the forewarning he’d received. He stood and folded his hands together, offering a short bow of the head in respect.
“Lord Jorlin. Welcome.”
However, the young Lord of house Jorlin was not willing to stand on formality, not this day.
“They’re dead, Raugrave! Half of the Jorlin bloodline has been erased! What do you have to say for yourself?!”
Nostas Jorlin stormed to the Duke’s desk and slammed his fists down on it so hard he cracked the reinforced surface. Papers went flying, secretaries and staff members, minor lordlings and ladies themselves, gasped and pushed themselves back against the walls, looking for an escape.
The Duke raised his head and eyed the young man before him. It was clear Nostas had let his emotions run away with him. Red eyed, red faced, his grief and fury were laid bare to the world with no attempt being made to control or conceal them. His father would never have allowed himself to be compromised like this, not even in dire circumstances such as these. At some point, the old had to make way for the new, and it had only been a few years since Restas had made way for his eldest son. Now it fell on the young, inexperienced Lord to lead his house in this time of crisis.
“Are you insinuating the assault on the Jorlin manor was my doing? My responsibility?” Raugrave said, the warning clear in his tone.
“Our best Soldiers were away from the estate in answer to your call! House Jorlin demonstrated our loyalty and look at the result!”
“It is not my purview to ensure the security of any family’s private holdings.”
He didn’t say the quiet part out loud, though he hinted at it. It was none other than Nostas who was responsible for ensuring the safety of his family and none others. If their estate was left in a vulnerable way, he had nobody to blame but himself.
Despite his anger, it was clear Nostas was able to interpret his meaning. The Lord’s face grew darker still as he smashed the desk once more, the wood audibly splintering beneath his fists.
“The security of the province is your responsibility! You want to blame me. How dare you! When the Houses hear what I have to say–”
As Nostas turned to leave, Duke Raugrave reached out and clasped hold of his forearm.
“Don’t come in here, scream at me, destroy my furniture and then think you can leave without letting me say my piece,” Raugrave growled. “Sit down so we can discuss this issue like Lords. You think I don’t care when so much of the blood is spilled? I take my mandate seriously, and your father is one of my closest friends. I grieve with you. Now sit. Let us talk.”
At least some of what he was saying managed to get through to Lord Jorlin. Nostas visibly wrestled with himself before gaining some level of control over his emotions. With a tight nod, he agreed and stiffly drew a chair back and sat down.
“Leave us,” Raugrave dismissed his staff with a wave of his hand before he resumed his own seat.
The terrified men and women made their exit, taking only the bare minimum of time to bow on their way out the door. The Duke didn’t particularly blame them, though descended from the Noble Houses, they had not inherited the divine will, but knew very well just how dangerous it could be. Just because it was illegal to use that Will on Nobles, didn’t mean it never happened. How else was one to keep their distant relatives loyal?
“When did you find out?” Nostas asked, his voice still raw with emotion.
“I heard this morning,” Raugrave replied. “I assure you, every available effort is being made to locate the parties responsible. My investigators are only waiting for your permission to enter the grounds of the estate.”
“They have it.”
“A moment,” The Duke activated an array built into his desk and murmured a few words into it. Thankfully, the fine work of the Arcanists hadn’t been destroyed by the young Lord’s outburst.
In a few minutes a ro’klaw will have been sent and in less than an hour it would reach his teams in the field. The best mages, Marshals and most senior Diviners from the church had been gathered to sniff out the culprit. No one could act against the Divine Blood and get away with it. This was the first and highest law of the Empire.
“Whoever is responsible for this disgraceful offence will suffer the full wrath of the Empire. You have my word,” Raugrave assured him.
“Even if it was another House?” Nostas demanded, his eyes sharpening.
So, he did suspect another House. What secrets did Jorlin hold that another House would be willing to break such a sacred law? The Duke had been too lenient with the Houses, he could see that now. All sorts of barely legal practices had flourished in the lax environment he’d created.
“If it was, then I will petition the Emperor to Extinguish the bloodline,” Duke Raugrave stated gravely.
Nostas’ eyes grew wide and he settled back in his chair. He hadn’t expected the Duke would be willing to invoke such a severe punishment. To destroy an entire bloodline was rarely done, only a few times in the history of the Empire.
In the momentary lull in the conversation the Duke leaned forward and folded his hands together.
“I know you are suffering, and what has happened to your family is terrible, but I must think of the province. Of course, no effort will be spared to enact vengeance, but at the same time, there are many dangers to us that must be taken into consideration. You have lost many members of your family, but many still remain. Avenging the dead is important, but protecting the living is more important.”
“Our manor in the city has been under lockdown since last night,” Nostas said, glaring, “and I have recalled our senior Soldiers from their duties elsewhere in the province.”
The Duke’s features tightened, but he let it go without comment.
“If you wish, I will allow any member of House Jorlin to live within Kenmor Castle for the next year. They will have my personal guarantee of safety.”
Another unexpected offer. Kenmor Castle was the most secure location in the entire province.
“I will take that into consideration…. Thank you, Duke Raugrave.”
“It’s nothing,” Raugrave said, waving a hand. As I said, your father is a close friend of mine. I would be pleased if the old goat was willing to spend some time in my company.”
“I will let him know.”
“However, let us not forget, there are threats not even I can protect your family from.”
Even without being stated, they both knew exactly what he was talking about.
The Emperor.
If the Divine Court took matters into their own hands, there would be a complete and total purge of the western province. Not even the Nobles would be spared. Nostas himself may find himself the only surviving member of his entire family, a breed horse kept in stock to preserve the Blood, shipped off to the central province and put out to pasture.
“If we don’t succeed in putting down the rebellion and completing the mission given to us by the Divines, then it’s over, for all of us,” the Duke stated bluntly. “I will be tortured and burnt at the stake, if I’m lucky, but the fate of your father won’t be all that different.”
Nostas grit his teeth and visibly fought against his anger.
“I’m aware,” he said tightly, “though it is difficult to think of such matters in the face of my loss.”
Preserve what you have left, then worry about what you lost.
The Lord’s lack of experience could be the death of them all at this point.
“I will speak plainly. If the rest of the Houses become spooked and withdraw their support from our work in a shortsighted attempt to protect themselves, then we are doomed. That goes for your House as well.”
“What do you want me to do? Just sit back and act as if my Aunts and Uncles haven’t been brutally murdered?!”
“Of course not! If I must be blunt, what I want is for you to publicly affirm your commitment to the divine mission and not to pull your Soldiers away from their tasks.”
“You ask a lot.”
“I ask for the only thing that will keep us alive,” Raugrave stated flatly. “I’m sure the other Houses are already recalling their Soldiers and preparing to bunker down in their estates. It’s idiocy that will result in all of our deaths.”
“It’s not idiocy to want your family to live.”
“Then it is idiocy to get them killed!” the Duke roared. He nearly slammed his own fist down on his desk, but stopped himself at the last moment. The repairs were already going to cost him a fortune, and he liked this desk. “We have been ordered by the Divines themselves! If we fail to fulfil their wishes then nothing can save us! Any of us!”
There was a loud disturbance at the door, muffled speech that quickly transitioned to raised voices, then open shouting as someone began to pound on the door.
“What in blazes is going on out there?!” Duke Raugrave bellowed.
For the second time within the hour, the door burst open to reveal something of a scrum that had formed just outside the door. The Duke’s personal guard had tangled with members of his staff who had been trying to prevent members of the clergy from bursting through.
“A Divine Revelation, Duke Raugrave!” the Priest called from within the pack. “The Oracles have spoken! A Divine Revelation, my lord!”
“By the Gods, let the man through,” Raugrave shouted. “Let him in here and get the hell out!”
“I bring word from the Temple, Duke Raugrave Kenmor, Lord Nostas Jorlin,” the Priest stated, red faced after the scuffle to get inside had finally resolved itself. “Only minutes ago the Oracles came out of a trance and communicated the words of the Divines.”
The Duke’s gut tightened painfully as he braced himself. The Ancestors could have said anything, condemned him and the entire province for their poor response to their orders, for example. He desperately hoped he would be given more time, things were finally starting to turn around. Given a few more weeks, the rebellion would be crushed, he was certain of it. They just had to hold out a little longer.
“It relates to the attack on the Jorlin Estate, which is why I was sent immediately,” the Priest heaved.
Nostas rose in his seat, eyes flaring wide.
“What have the Ancestors said? Tell me immediately!”
“The Oracles have stated that the sight of the Divines is no longer obstructed, and sees the face of their enemy.” The Priest almost couldn’t help but begin to intone as he passed on the words of the Oracles. “The Unholy Disease that has burrowed into the heart of this province is the spawn of the Steelarm heretics!”
At first, the Duke felt relief, he wasn’t dead, not yet. Then the confusion came.
“Who? The Steelarm boy? He isn’t dead?”
“Indeed not, my Lord. It was he who assaulted the Jorlin estate, the Divines themselves assure us. He has been hidden from their sight by unholy influences, but they have seen his face at last.”
What was his name?
“Tyron?” the Duke tried to recall. “Tyron Steelarm, wasn’t that his name?”
He remembered the business with the Steelarms. An unfortunate affair, but one they had brought upon themselves. Now their brat was running around massacring Nobles? What was wrong with that family?
“Wasn’t he a Necromancer?” Nostas said quietly. “Are you telling me a Necromancer murdered my family and carted off their remains?”
“What?” the Duke demanded, head snapping to the young Lord. “There weren’t any bodies?”
“No,” Nostas forced through gritted teeth, still staring at the Priest.
“He was. Is,” the Duke said, remembering. “He was a Necromancer. He was supposedly killed years ago. He’s been alive all this time?”
How strong could a Necromancer become in that much time? Strong enough to assault the Jorlin Estate single-handedly, apparently. The more he thought about it, the worse the situation became. This madman, possibly a gold ranked Necromancer already, now had access to Noble flesh? Noble souls?
Raugrave felt the noose tighten around his neck with every second that passed. This was a disaster. The Emperor would want to know, and he would. The Oracles would send word soon, all Divine messages were relayed to the Divine Court.
“We have to find him,” the Duke ground out. “We have to exterminate him, immediately.”
“Allow me to take the lead,” Nostas said, rising from his seat, face tight with fury. “I will avenge my brother and retrieve his spirit, along with those of my family if it’s the last thing I do.”
Comments
Suastes Jiménez Miguel Angel
I'm not sure what the 3 Dark Gods' strategy is, but I'm sure Tyron won't be happy that they found out he's still alive. Even if the revelation of his existence was inevitable.
DrDankness
It makes sense that they would assume he is gold ranked. Based off of their understanding of power distribution amongst most (99%) of people he effectively is doing things only seen amongst the strongest independent gold ranks (wiping out a minor garrison of a noble house is something only gold ranks could even dream of doing). The issue is he is a necromancer and a conniving, patient, and diligent piece of work to boot. Weak as a fart in the wind when he first started out but like a disease left to fester he gets stronger and stronger with time. Also unlike other classes he effectively gains power as long as he builds his army. Add his rare amalgamation of mysteries and his ability to grasp spells that are normally reserved for the upper echelon of his class he is effectively a gold in all but stats and some upper level skills. Make him a gold? Give him even more time to power up his minions? Give him the remains of an ongoing war to feast upon? Yeah he's menace.
Andrick
He has a lot of mysteries for a silver. That makes him a lot stronger…. Maybe the bone giant will net him another
Xzeno
He is, it’s just that the Nobles would be inclined to believe that he is already Gold as the idea of a silver ranked anything being capable of single handedly annihilating a Noble household would be inconceivable. Although Tyron is definitely getting close to his rank up I’m sure
crue
Hmm I thought Tyron was still silver ranked. Probably getting close to another breakthrough soon I reckon.
Jack
His operation with the church's excess bodies is another potential loose thread.
lenkite
Well..should have kept his disguise instead of revealing himself and his name to those he killed. After he achieved Gold Rank, he could have farted however he liked, but he felt the urge to declare who he was a bit too soon.
Greyg
Well established yet still on shaky ground which they as an incompetent government don’t address or notice they would know he has a combat class curse mage just because on paper through blood he is low level main class so far still dependent on vampires for those potions unless off paper he has finely solved that. His long vacations/trips aren’t questioned the side characters in the city get little development or interaction with him with his store the only visible presence. The purge, inspections, and marshals have seemingly ignored his shop/sewer existence i could see him getting discovered or suspected, but incompetent government makes sense.
Seeker10
Very likely that what you said is correct, but their is also an option that raven though that if duke does not know who destroyed the estate emperor would send strong troops and tyrion would lose, but if tyrion is known to the duke then emperor would let them "fix" the issue themselves.
Seamole
Good catch! I forgot. Do you think it was the clergy that was claimed by the Divines or the nobles?
Shimelton
Knowing that Tyron is still out there does very little for them when his alias is so well established.
Bookworm bibliophile
I mean who else is norcumancer othen mc
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
michael pigott
So they know it's Tyrion now, do they know where he is? Also what are the odds they overpivot to the "main problem" and get crippled by the slayer rebellion?
CentaureHeart
Their "sight isn't obstructed" my a**. There was just a Jorlin soul that warned them in the fifth's Heaven, and actually the only one who knew his name was Herath. Well, Tyron will face more difficulties now. Although, guess who has a desk to fix now ?
Arkzs
Sweet sweet revenge
Wolve
That does sound much more plausible. They should have known where he is if they were able to see through the three's obstruction. Which is incredibly unlikely already considering they only got a very small part of the threes power.
Bob Saget
"The necromancer didn't go to the afterlife after he was reported killed? What a turn, who could have possibly seen this coming!?"
Retroburn
Some of the nobles did have their souls disappear instantly on death.
Seamole
You can't get their souls back. Tyron already fed them to the void
Jac Onue
Or maybe one of the nobles' souls somehow gave the divines the info? Seems more plausible then the three dropping their camouflage of Tyron. Plus, it seems the Divines know it's Tyron, but don't know where he is now, so their sight is still being obstructed.
Andrew
Thank you!
Highfist
Dude you can’t leave it at that for another week or two
Sparky357
Power corrupts while absolute power corrupts absolutely we can see that gradually happening through the subtle hints that without the constant incursions from the monsters the golds red district is a prime example of what a future without threats would look like.
Isiah Debarros
I mean, yeah, but I'm saying the hypocritical because they can't see the irony of them getting mad for him killing their family after what they did to him also like they're the ones that set everything in motion yeah were the ones who made him necromancer the nobles were the ones that carried out their will, but it's not like actions don't have consequences.
Gabus Deux
To be honest, it feels like even the nobels aren't really in the wrong here, it's the divines. The nobels have been given the DO IT OR BE TORTURED FOR ETERNITY treatment, and most of tyrons hatred of them comes from them ruthlessly murdering innocent people, which, they only did on the laws the divines made, and the divines mandated. Had necromancy not been an illegal class, he'd likely be a run of the mill, extremely strong slayer with his family. And I mean after all, the nobels are human too as you can clearly see, once something becomes normalized, regardless of how cruel it may be, you will do it without a second thought. It feels like the nobels are the pawns of the gods, unworthy of the true blame and born into a wealth of corruption created by the divines themselves.
crusaderstar
I guess the Three got bored and wanted to up the difficulty!
Buck
Here is where shit gets REAL!!
Brandon14754
Over the mountains is the ruins of the empire of granin which iirc was destroyed by that super powerful necromancer in the past
Conspirant
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ignacio Fuentes Álvarez
Finally Tyrion is out in the open again, well, kind of, at least the duke knows who to look for, also, can someone remember me what the fallen empire beyond the mountains that Dove saw is? because the province of Kenmor is part of an empire, but there's also a fallen one right next door, or am I misremembering?
Moosh7
Damn it's really going to kick off now. Exciting stuff.
JaegerMaxim
*battle music intensifies*
Isiah Debarros
The hypocrisy is astounding
braeden winstead
Thanks for the chapter
Mr.Cat with a top hat
thanks for chapter
