studiobondurri Before the Storm: Act 6, Chapter 11
Before the Storm: Act 6, Chapter 11
Before the Storm: Act 6, Chapter 11
Chapter 11
So, Ilyshnish said, how are we addressing the issue, precisely?
We will speak to those responsible, Vltava replied.
Ilyshnish recalled the vast civilisation hidden in the deepest valleys of the Worldspine. Where would those responsible be in all of that?
Those people have had no qualms driving out the countless tribes in their path, Ilyshnish said. Rolengorek probably doesnt even mean any more to them than those tribes less, considering theyre not even competing for the same space. Outsiders are simply animals to be fenced out through the means theyve been employing. What are the chances that some random strangers showing up telling them to stop will actually have them do so?
A sense of foreboding fell over her in the silence that followed. The violent little thing was probably plotting violence.
They emerged from the blizzard and left the canyon they had travelled down that morning. The snow burying the area had grown soft and heavy with the wintry weather now focused on the town further downriver. Ilyshnish picked up the sounds of distant activity from the vicinity of the village ahead.
Is it just me, Ilyshnish said, or is this weather control magic different from whats being used back in the Sorcerous Kingdom?
It does seem that way, Pebble said. Leaving the effect to run its course is the usual method. It feels like a waste to do otherwise.
What if its a different spell entirely? Ilyshnish asked, We have no idea what were dealing with here.
When it comes to tier magic, Pebble told her, one can gauge the strength of a caster based on the effect of their spells. Even if its being facilitated by a ritual, we should still be facing a Fourth-tier caster with a cadre of Third-tier followers at minimum.
So we can just bully them into submission?
As Vltava said, we should speak with them first.
What if they dont listen?
What is, is.
She was fairly certain that meant bringing their opponents civilisation crashing down around their ears. Hopefully, they had some nice treasure for her to take home.
The sound of activity grew louder as they came closer to the village. Once in a while, a strange trumpeting sound punctuated the general hubbub. They stopped in the shadows of an outcropping overlooking the valley, watching as scores of figures toiled below. Nearly all of them were the round, furry beings that she had observed during her flight over the nearby ranges.
Well wait here, Pebble said. Go and find out what you can from the people down there.
Me? Ilyshnish blinked.
Theyd probably attack the rest of us on sight.
Oh, so its perfectly fine to send me in on my own in that case, Ilyshnish grumbled. Fine. How do I look?
Appetising, Pebble said.
Flammable, said Vltava.
Ilyshnish pulled a mirror out of her bag. It was made for Human hands, however, so all she could do was angle it atop her oversized palm as she examined herself. She had taken on what she thought was an average appearance based on the people working around the village. Her rotund, vaguely humanoid body was covered in a coat of long white hairs and two pairs of forward-pointing ribbed horns framed a black, apelike face.
Your eyes are the wrong colour, Pinecone said.
With a sigh, Ilyshnish fixed her eye colour. Maybe she could express herself in some other fashion.
Your bags are out of place, too, Pebble noted. These people dont wear much and what they do is crudely fashioned.
After several more rounds of criticism, Ilyshnish waddled her way down the village. The people in the area didnt seem to pay her much mind, so she took her time trying to make sense of what they were doing.
Everything was still buried under several metres of snow, but the village itself didnt seem to be the main focus of their labour. Most were digging up the corpses left behind by the conflict which primarily lay outside of the settlements boundaries. Others loaded their excavated cargo onto huge sledges drawn by the same type of woolly behemoth she had observed the previous night. From the looks of it, they were scavenging meat for delivery to the inner ranges.
You! A guttural voice snapped at her, Im not paying you people to just stand around!
The source of the voice was a fellow standing on one of the sledges. Unlike the people around him, he wore a mantle of furs with several necklaces of polished stone beads layered atop them. Ilyshnish bobbed her head and scurried away from the loading area.
You. A voice called out to her from the side, Come.
Ilyshnish changed direction, waddling over to join one of the furballs in his snowy trench.
Snow wet, he said as he gestured to a Haugrarl leg sticking out of the snow. Heavy. You help.
She made a show of clearing the snow around the corpse before helping to yank it out. They tossed it over the top of the trench and a pair of labourers came over to drag it away. The furball plopped himself onto the ground.
You. New.
I come from a peak to the northwest, Ilyshnish replied. This strange weather weve been having made me curious enough to come out and see what was going on.
The furball frowned at her response. Maybe she needed to simplify her speech.
Far tribes? The furball slapped his big belly twice in an unknown gesture, Why you here? You not know? Easterners come.
Easterners? How far east?
Plateau. Great Mammoth Steppe. You know?
I dont. How far?
Very far. Many mountains. Overseer from there.
You mean the proud one with the beads?
Yeah. Him.
He doesnt look strong enough to rule to me, Ilyshnish said. If youre dissatisfied with his leadership, why not get rid of him?
The furball shook his head.
Easterners come. Say make things better. Overseer come help.
Help how?
Make like them. Great nation. Solidarity. All Yeti, unite.
A spray of wet snow fell upon them.
Number Sixteen, wheres the next load? Were not paying you to sleep in there! Sixteen!
With a drawn-out sigh, the Yeti turned back to dig out the next corpse. Ilyshnish joined him in his search, though it was a trivial matter for her. After they tossed the next corpse out of the trench, she bade Number Sixteen to sit and rest while she continued digging. It was a bit nostalgic: when she was younger, it would take several sittings for her to finish eating her kills so shed end up burying them in the snow somewhere for later.
You say your country rich, Ilyshnish said as she watched the scenery go by outside of the cabin, but these warbands, weak. Tribes come attack.
Warbands The overseer chuckled in amusement, The warbands that you see here are merely security guards for the industrial operations opening up on the frontier. Our country does not use warbands like the ancestors of old: we have a true, professional army that safeguards the realm. This, too, is something you will see on your journey.
Ilyshnish stared blankly at the overseer as he provided yet another prideful answer to her seeming ignorance. Going by her discussion with Number Sixteen, the local Yeti were far less sophisticated than even the Beastmen of Rolengorek and the overseer certainly didnt hold back about the superiority of his vaunted Solidarity. He offered her a toothy smile at what he probably thought was her awestruck reaction to his words.
This army. Ilyshnish asked, They must fight many raids. Get many wounds. How heal?
Through our fine clergy, of course, the overseer answered.
C-Clergy?
HmmI suppose youd refer to them as mystics or maybe priests.
Me see, Ilyshnish said.
The overseer gave her a look.
are you feeling unwell?
Weather strange, Ilyshnish replied. Cursed.
Barking laughter from the overseer filled the cabin.
Rest assured, no curse has fallen upon the land. The source of the unusual weather is none other than a group of our finest clergy. Theyve been hard at work expanding the reach of the Worldspine.
Me not understand.
The overseers face twitched and he fell silent for several moments. After scanning the road ahead, he descended to open the cabin door and spoke with the driver.
Stop at the next camp, the overseer pointed to a cluster of buildings in the shadow of a sheer cliff. Well be there for at least a few hours, so check over the sledge before going for lunch. Let the rest of the staff know.
Rather than return to sit beside her, the overseer went to rummage through several cabinets, pulling out several leather bags and searching through them.
What you do? Ilyshnish asked.
I have to get you familiarised with some things, he said. As exotic as you may be, your ignorance of our country and its customs will tarnish the perception of our patrons. This is no fault of yours, of course. You are simply the product of your circumstances and Im confident youll learn quickly.
What is he basing that assessment on?
Regardless of race, it seemed that Merchants tended to resort to the same bag of tricks. They constantly pushed to get what they wanted, employing a mix of good and bad impressions, flattery, and vague pseudo-promises to erode their targets ability to resist them. The overseer already treated it as a given that she was some form of merchandise meant to be shipped to the heart of his civilisation and that it was by her own will.
After cloaking Ilyshnish in a heavy mantle of layered furs, the overseer led her into the camp. The place was reminiscent of the work camps that Humans set up along their frontiers, save for the fact that every structure was constructed from ice and packed snow. With the temperatures in the mountains as they were, she suspected that the Yeti had a far easier time expanding than most with their near-infinite supply of convenient building material.
As they walked through rows of utilitarian dwellings on their way to a core of much larger structures, Ilyshnish took an inventory of the camps contents. Every cube-like ice hut had space for one or two Yeti, though the second spot seemed exclusively reserved for their young. Personal belongings were scarce, though those that did exist were quite distinct. Ilyshnish gestured at a stone axe hanging from the belt of a passing worker.
What is that? She asked.
That? The overseer frowned as he turned to see what she was referring to, Ah, those are axes. Tools. Surely youve seen something like them before?
Invaders come with fangs of wood and bone and stone, Ilyshnish replied. But not same.
Indeed, the overseer nodded, they are not the crude implements that you have seen brandished by savages in the wilds. Of course, they may be used as weaponry, but they are mostly employed as vocational implements. That fellow just now was one of the masons who built the structures you see around us. Our people have long left behind the solitary lives of our ancestors, coming together to build the great civilisation that dominates the great ranges.
Ilyshnish made a show of looking about in wonderment while they made their way to a gigantic ice dome in the centre of the camp. Its translucent walls shimmered with the same cold light that she had seen in the city deeper in the Worldspine, painting the interior and its occupants in shades of pale blue.
This is the local temple, the overseer told her in a low voice. The workers and locals come to have their spiritual and medical needs met here. Be sure to treat the staff with respect.
Staff?
Those who work here, like him.
A well-groomed Yeti adorned in an indecipherable array of accessories waddled up to them. The beads, polished stones, and precious gems dangling from his horns and neck clattered lightly as he tilted his rotund body in what probably counted as a Yeti bow.
Yonten, he said in modulated tones. Youre back.
I have the great spirits to thank for that, Brother Jhola, the overseer replied as he touched his lower lip. How have things been since we last spoke?
Quiet, as usual. Who is this lovely young lady?
Yonten opened his mouth and closed it again. Ilyshnish had purposely avoided naming herself, as she wasnt sure how Yeti names worked. She had planned on hanging around here and there to listen in on discussions between Yeti, but she had been diverted by the prospect of better information about the Yeti invaders from the overseer.
Me Winter Moon, Ilyshnish gestured at herself.
The overseer treated her as a primitive, so maybe it would work out.
Winter Moon the ornately adorned Yeti mulled over the words. How quaint. Ive heard that the people here possess no formal language, never mind a writing system. I guess that turned out to be true.
Ilyshnish breathed an internal sigh of relief. She was hoping things would play out like that. The mysterious way in which words were translated between people had the effect of blocking linguistic development. This resulted in a pattern of speech that Humans tended to associate with Goblins, but the fact of the matter was that it could happen with any race born without innate linguistic knowledge. People could communicate with one another without ever learning how to speak a language, so it was often the case that primitive and isolated societies or those that lost their language somehow spoke in a direct and literal way and never progressed beyond that.
With how she had to travel far and wide as an agent of the Ministry of Transportation, Ilyshnish made it a point to study the translation phenomenon and its effects. She was still far from completely understanding how it worked, but she already had the sneaking suspicion that it was the result of someone using too much power with too little thought.
Shes more clever than most, Yonten said. I figured it wouldnt hurt to educate her on our customs before delivering her to the capital.
I see. That seems prudent. We dont have the appropriate facilities for that here, but I can recommend you to a temple in Khala.
Id appreciate that.
The overseer reached up with both hands to remove one of his necklaces. He undid its leather thong and counted out ten polished pieces of blue jade, which he dropped into a stone bowl sitting on a pillar of ice.
Nice necklace broken! Ilyshnish cried in distraught tones.
Yoten and the other Yeti exchanged a look.
It isnt a necklace, Yoten said as he held up the strand of polished stones. Its just a way to hold coins. Coins are, umhow can I explain that? Theyre a form of treasure used for trade.
Trade?
The two Yeti looked helplessly at one another. Ilyshnish pondered the existence of the jade coins. Did it mean that the Merchant Guild didnt exist in their civilisation?
No, Human countries mint coins of their own as well. Then again, the way that these Yeti expand pretty much isolates them from the outside world
It was an intriguing scenario. According to multiple sources, the Merchant Guild was responsible for introducing and reintroducing commerce worldwide. If the Yeti had built their own economic systems from the ground up, they potentially possessed a depth that was lacking in most of the places she had visited so far. In the Human realms, nearly everything felt like a copy of a copy of a copy that people gave little thought to.
Lets leave the complicated subjects aside for now, Brother Jhola said in a welcoming tone as he gestured to the temples interior. First, we should cover the basics.