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B5 Chapter 5 - Many Places at Once
🕑 Added 2025-02-10 02:06:50 +0000 UTCI hope people are enjoying the start to this new act. The arcs in BoD are two books long, so this is the slow beginning to the final arc of the series. Things will remain relatively calm as we build up to the final confrontation.
Expect some kingdom building, some grand scale warfare, some politics and faith, and of course, many, many corpses.
Within the Ossuary, a demi-lich stood over the altar, channeling dark magick into the meticulously prepared bones before it. What had once been the Grand Magister of the Red Tower, Tommat Baln, a gold ranked mage who had devoted his life to overseeing the work of his brothers and the management of the Slayer problem, was now a skeletal husk, serving at the command of another.
Indeed, it wasn’t even him casting this ritual.
Power surged through his bones as his hands danced in the air and words of power rocked the chamber, but he was not in control. His master used him like a puppet, controlling his every movement, even seizing his voice from him, leaving Tommat with no choice but to act as a spectator to his own body, what was left of it, as it cast magick well beyond what he was capable of on his own.
Power flooded into the bones before him, and through them into the numerous recesses carved into the walls around the chamber. The workings of the ritual were intricate and refined, but it was difficult for even a mage of Baln’s experience to try and unravel the sequences that made up its construction. Through him, Tyron blazed through the spell, gestures and words flowing thick and fast, shaping the magick at a dizzying pace.
A level of precision and mastery that Baln had never truly believed was possible.
When at last the ritual was completed, his hands lowered to his side and, after a moment, he felt Tyron’s will recede from him, leaving Tommat in control of himself once more. After over a year of this unliving existence, he thought he would feel tired, feel drained and exhausted, but he didn’t, he barely felt anything at all. He didn’t feel cold or warmth, didn’t feel the touch of the air on his skin or the breath in his lungs. His body was not capable of such things any longer.
A creature of bone, spirit flesh and arcane marrow, he felt little connection to the mundane world at all. Instead, he was a creature of death and magick. Even his eyes no longer perceived as they once did, everything he saw now wreathed in ethereal mist. He reached out with his two hands, no longer flinching when he saw the bone digits, and grasped the staff that had been planted before the altar.
A work of incredible artistry, created by Master Willhem himself, the staff was something he couldn’t have hoped to afford in his life, as the precious materials that had been poured into it would have made a noble lord balk. Carefully, he took it to the corner of the chamber and placed it on its stand before he returned to the altar.
The skeleton that had been lying there was now standing beside it. Along the walls, the other skeletons had emerged from their recesses and now stood, silent and waiting, their eyes burning with the same purple light that filled his own skull.
They were connected, these skeletons and the demi-lich, he could feel their simple, artificial minds, sense the conduit that connected them to him, and through him, to their true master. With a wordless command, he bid them to file in behind him, and turned to the exit.
The bone archway that contained the door to the ossuary had been summoned below the temple, and he led the newly risen skeletons out into the narrow corridors that formed the bulk of the underground complex.
Despite the number of people living and working here, many of the hallways were still covered in dust and webs, yet it was hard to care about such things as a demi lich. Tommat didn’t feel the webs that clung to his limbs and robe, and no dust caught in his throat or eyes, since he didn’t have them.
When they came to the right door, he had the skeletons line up against the wall and knocked on the newly installed door. Before long, a young woman opened it, then blanched when she saw him outside.
“Ah, one moment, master lich. We weren’t quite ready.”
Hovering just a few inches off the floor, Tommat knew it was intimidating to stand before a demi lich such as himself and rarely were any among the living willing to meet his gaze. After a few moments, the young lady returned.
“Alright, we can start now. Can you send them in one at a time for us?” she asked.
Rather than answer, he lifted a hand and the first skeleton stepped forward and inside the room. She gave him a hesitant nod and walked inside, leaving the door open behind her.
Along with the Necromancers who had Awakened in the past few years, there were dozens of others who had obtained Classes related to the dead. Bone Smiths, Corpse Handlers and more were now an embedded part of the process in preparing the undead for war, and it was in this room that the smiths plied their trade.
Watching through the doorway, Tommat saw as the skeleton was armed and armoured, plates of black bone fitted, a helmet placed over its head, a sword and shield pushed into its hands. When the three humans in the room were finished, he issued a silent command. The skeleton turned and exited the room, moving to the back of the line, while the next minion stepped inside to be fitted. One by one, they worked through the skeletons while Tommat watched and waited.
It was easy to be patient as an undead. He’d long ago noted how shedding his flesh had changed the nature of waiting. His muscles didn’t ache, his feet didn’t hurt, there was no need to rest his eyes or shift his weight. He simply remained in place, unmoving, unmoved.
From time to time, he felt the awareness of his new master sweep over him, a pull on the conduit much like a tug on his leash. Everytime he was made aware of his servitude, Tommat felt… nothing. Nothing at all. A part of him wanted to be furious about that, to rage and scream that even his ability to feel negative emotions about his slavery had been excised from his soul. Except, he couldn’t. That too was denied to him.
As if sensing his circling thoughts, the awareness of his master latched onto him. Tyron saw through his eyes, examined his mind, as if he were holding the demi-lich in his palm like a curious toy. After a few moments, Tommat felt himself be put back down.
There will be more skeletons to raise in two days. Before then, practice your spellcraft. You will be sent to the rifts soon.
The order came directly to his mind, and then his master was gone, his attention drawn elsewhere.
Tommat ordered the next skeleton into the room.
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Brigette marched in silence alongside the skeletal horde. Despite the lack of speech, it wasn’t as if she didn’t communicate. In fact, the wights were steadily speaking to each other, although speaking wasn’t exactly the right term.
She didn’t fully understand her new existence, not really, she wasn’t even sure if she was grateful to have it, despite volunteering to undergo the… change. To be honest, she hadn’t expected to die, so hadn’t given as much thought as she probably should have. Many other slayers had agreed to become undead were they to lose their lives fighting the kin, and she’d liked the idea of continuing the work even if she fell.
Pay attention. This is still contested ground.
Janus’ mind rang against her own and she turned to look at him on the other side of the column. He wasn’t watching her, but somehow he’d known she was distracted.
Sorry, I’m focused.
Under their untiring march, the column made good time over the broken ground, quickly putting themselves well beyond the outskirts of the Slayer camp and pushing towards the closest rift.
For months they’d been slaughtering kin out on these plains, absurd numbers of the beasts roamed freely, pouring through a number of rifts that occupied what had once been Granin. The intention was to finally drive them back to the rift itself and establish a permanent presence there, gaining some level of control over the land. Actually achieving that had proven to be much more difficult than anyone had thought.
It hurt to admit it, hurt to even think it, but the truth was obvious for anyone to see. If the state of the world around them wasn’t enough of a clue, the monsters emerging from the ground were undeniable proof. The realm they lived in was well on its way to becoming another fallen realm, producing its own native kin.
Ghosts have spotted a pack approaching on the forward left-flank. Be ready.
It was difficult to see as an undead, the landscape wreathed in mist that ebbed and flowed according to winds she could not feel, but with so many of them gathered together, it was difficult to sneak up on them. Before long, she spotted the pack with her own eyes, a group of six hound-like creatures, each the size of a donkey. She issued her orders, and the minions under her command responded, turning as one to face the threat.
Archers pulled back on their bows as the front ranks formed a defensive wall. Skeletal mages raised their hands and began to chant, preparing bolts of darkness to fling at the monsters. When the kin spotted the horde, they charged, bellowing and roaring with mindless fury, seeking only to destroy whatever they could touch.
Arrow and spells were loosed, many missing, but many hitting home, causing the monsters to stumble. Brigette monitored her minions carefully, watchful for any slip as she constantly shifted their positions to ensure the formation was perfect. She wasn’t used to it yet and moving the minions took too much of her concentration, making it hard for her to fight at the same time.
Janus was flawless with it, able to move the undead like they were his own limbs despite fighting with consummate skill and control. She had a long way to go before she reached his level.
More packs coming. This seems to be a hotspot. Get to the front and hold the line.
So ordered, she moved forward, drawing her enchanted bone blade as she looked to find the other kin approaching. When she reached the forward most ranks, she could see them, two dozen beasts in total, some larger, some smaller than the creatures they were already fighting.
Drawing on the strength of the arcane energy that burned within her unliving flesh, Brigette dashed forward, bringing her blade down in a decisive overhead strike. Burning with black smoke, her sword dug deep into the kins flesh, corrupting and eating away at the muscle and sinew. The monster screamed and retaliate, slashing at her with a vicious strike, which she parried, the claws sparking against her bone-sword and failing to penetrate her armour.
The skeletons around her pressed, looking to surround the kin and use their superior numbers to bring them down, but she swiftly gained control, holding them in place. If they broke formation now, the archers would be exposed to the beasts who still hadn’t charged.
Against this many kin, she would have preferred to have more skeletons available, but they would have to make do until the next column set out from the city.
All at once, she felt a great mind sweep over the horde, pouring through the conduits like a wave. Committed to the frontline, Brigette almost froze on the spot but pushed through, continuing to move her sword as the Necromancer sized up the situation.
With a deft hand, he seized control of the skeletons from her, guiding them expertly and leaving her to worry about her own fight. Instantly, the undead become more coordinated, moving forward to strike in small groups, then retreating to reform the line. When the newly arrived kin charged, the skeletons ducked to allow clear firing lines for the archers and mages before rising at the last moment, properly braced to receive the kin.
As soon as the battle lines were joined, power blazed through the conduits, an outpouring of magick that enervated Brigette and the other undead, filling her with strength and power. Faster and stronger than before, she drew on her swordsmanship skills, blade flashing as she danced amongst the kin, revelling in the slaughter she unleashed.
And then, a few moments later, it was gone. The power receded, along with the mind of the master, leaving her feeling like a beached fish, gasping on the sand.
It didn’t matter, in that short, sharp confrontation, the fight had been won. Skeletons were already surrounding and picking off the last of the kin, while Janus stood still, redirecting the ghosts who acted as their scouts.
“Let’s get going,” he said to her, aloud. “We still have a few kilometres to travel before we reach the proposed site.”
“Alright,” she nodded.
Dozens of kilometres away, she could still feel the mind of Tyron Steelarm, looking in another direction now, but she knew at any moment he could glance this way and seize control once more.
Comments
Suastes Jiménez Miguel Angel
How lost is the world they live in? It’s obvious that the empire they lived in was "stable". But if the other rifts and kin have already advanced so far into other lands, there is no possibility that there are already "native kin" of your world?
Derek Zoolander
I wish we could've gotten 20 - 30 chapters of Tyron and Elsbeth making whoopie while Laurel watches, that would've been very interesting and critical.
Brudog2
Tbh no probably not but it’ll be a nice treat when I eventually reread it lol
lenkite
I wish that evacuation of the province and fighting over the passes to go to a new land and establish a settlement against a tide of rift-kin wasn't skipped. That would have taken 20-30 very interesting and critical chapters.
Dayton Job
Feels very epic! Been a long time reader of Chrysalis and BoD and this definitely feels like some of your best work in terms of scope, tension and build up. LOVING the slow burn Necromancer angle, such a cool class concept that you've taken in an awesome direction. 10/10 would recommend
Sloth
I’m pretty sure it’s implied platinum is level 80 ascension. Also pretty sure Tyron has said multiple times Magnin and Beory were over level 80. And it makes sense considering each previous rank has been marked by an ascension. The gods, for whatever reason, don’t want people to reach level 100 (is what I’m thinking at least). But what happens at that level? Is it where you cap like your subclasses? Or does it let you evolve your subclasses and you can keep leveling indefinitely?
Ignacio Fuentes Álvarez
I'm very much enjoying this new book, I think the pacing is fine and we get to see what is actual important with the little set up that were the prologues. I remember that with book 3 there were some people that wanted to read about Tyrion apprenticeship as an arcanist, but this is not a story about uni life, this is not a story about the exploration of old ruins in a lost land, this is a story of Tyrion's revenge against those who killed his parents
Daan Kindermans
In some macabere way they are content.
David Janjic
I completely agree with you, he is probably approaching Platinum, but I don't think he is. No way that Rino would leave the new class and everything off screen. I would say he is approaching Platinum though. I expect we see the development on that front in the next 10 chapters max.
John Donovan
That's fine. If they were with characters that had any impact on the story I would agree. The fact everyone here is a fan helps your case. Can you honestly say you will remember this chapter as you are reading? There was nothing in this chapter that added to the story.
Gonvas
@braeden he has the same type of minions he had when he reached gold. There's nothing here indicating he has rank up again
Vora_Vixen
Been enjoying it though it feels like a whole other arc was just skipped to get here. So it is a little jarring and think it could have been done smoother.
BubblyGhost
Wait no! You're telling me BoD won't have 10k+ chapters like the ant story? Lmao
Robothaus
it depends how soon the Three give him the body of the god of magic, as i recall the deal was the three would make the five into gods and then one of them would die so he was a god at time of death and it sounded like the corpse retained that divine energy
CentaureHeart
It's only been 2 years, there is no way he's Platinium yet.
Bi-Dailey
Damn, so from the perspective of his undead, Tyron is almost like of the Old Gods. Makes sense and is dope as hell 🤘
braeden winstead
He has dozens of gold minions he literally couldn't be less than platinum, probably even higher imo
braeden winstead
The rapid growth has already kind of happened, he's at LEAST platinum (or whatever was above gold) and likely even higher than that. Combined with the fact that necromancer is stronger than other classes this late into progression topped with all his mysteries and he's actually probably not that far from toppling the emperor
braeden winstead
They feel no joy so they can't be happy about their situation. Again since they can't feel joy or any other emotion they can't have friends, can't have hobbies, and wouldn't care about their descendants all that much since love isn't possible
Koala Man
I’m looking forward to more Anthony chaps too btw
Koala Man
He’s obviously grown in power , after the attack on the tower , flexing on making golds his minions. Next ritual will be a doozy
Michael Edwards
I thought the time skip was two years. Surely he would have performed the ritual at least once since then. Surely. But I don’t know if Rinoz would just skip one like that. Will be interesting to see how he handles, or if he will just hand wave away with the typical “Tyron has been far too busy”
Alan Ben Sen Clem
That was nice. Tyron doesn't seem to be human from the perspective of his minions. I wonder if some of them enjoy their new forms? They don't have to sleep, they don't have to shit, piss, take a shower, their mind is always crystal clear, and they have a bunch of minions to do the work. I know a lot of people who would kill to have their negative emotions numbed and have an undying body. Plus Revenants are sustained by their own souls, right? Even if Tyron dies someday, it's not like they will stop existing. That's an infinite amount of time for hobbies and time to take care of friends or their descendants.
Brudog2
I’m sad to see It might be ending “soonish” but with the amazing quality that you always write in, I doubt I’ll be disappointed with the ending though I’m am wondering how you’ll get everything done in just two more books
Brudog2
Couldn’t disagree more I love chapters likes this and seeing how others react to Tyron’s it my favorite tho your opinion is still valid
Sloth
Final arc? I feel like he’s a long ways from killing gods. Guess there’s going to be some rapid growth in this arc? Or is it going to end with him taking down the kingdom and then have him grow to kill the gods as a sort of epilogue?
Synod
« Assuming direct control » made quite litteral. Love it so far! TFTC
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
Andrew
Thank you!
Gabus Deux
Well, compared to every other commenter youre in the minority. This adds depth while everything else adds breadth
Isiah Debarros
I don't know the pov of his undead is very interesting
Isiah Debarros
This sort of pov is really cool not going to lie
Grey Knight Lord
Agreed, it’s been months since they went to Granin beyond the moutain where Kin are endless and he can work on his undead with ease. He had to be pulling in XP, on mass
John Donovan
I will be honest. I skip most of the these fluff chapters from perspectives that have no impact on the story. This is a literal wall of words that will be forgotten 8 chapters in.
Jake
Very cool how Tyron's shifting attention feels like the Eye of Sauron
Guilherme Alves
That is so cool
Ian Jones
An interesting perspective to write from, and definitely an enjoyable read
Derek Walker
I think he has to be close to platinum given the scale of his fighting and work on his new army. Usually it would take a while but I think that’s partly because nobody has opportunities like he does, or they are restricted from doing so
