In ages long forgotten, the Children of the Tides were the daring adventurers of the ancient oceans. They voyaged across the world, engaging in trade and pillage along the coastlines of the many lands. But those days have passed, and their once-mighty fleets and ships now exist only in mory. Instead, they have beco semi-nomadic, with few permanent settlents, relying on their fast mounts and skill at arms for their military might. Having taken a life before their fourteenth year, each and every one of their Waveriders is a blooded warrior.
In this modern era, the Children of the Tides have reinvented themselves as rcenaries, offering their services to the highest bidder. To this day, they can field a significant number of water mages as their people still share a bond with the ocean. Their magisters, once skilled in the art of controlling the power of the depths, now employ their talents to aid their kin in their logistics. They provide the precious resource of potable water for their long and arduous campaigns.
- The Fanciful Travels by Beron de Laney 376 AC.
Worry gnawed at as we made our progress through the streets. I had to constantly remind myself that a smart criminal walks and does not run. This conflicted with another truth that I had learned through modern dia; the culprit almost always returns to the scene of the cri.
The foot traffic was heavy, and a fine layer of dust seed to coat everything as we walked by the many tents and yurts which lined the main boulevard. The sll of the city almost overwheld our noses which were too used, now, to clean country air. Every now and then we would pass a stone or wooden building, but for the most part, they were still relatively rare.
After making our way through the sweaty press of traffic, hands always on our valuables, we saw the sign of The Twisted Boar. A painted picture of a green boar being twisted in the hands of a leering giant on a wooden board. A strange sign for a strangely nad inn. The whole building looked relatively new, without the presence or signs of age of a structure that has long stood the test of the years. To the right of the building was a small one-story construction made of the local white stone with a flat roof. Its chimney billowed out a small column of grey smoke; the baths of the establishnt, no doubt. On the left of the building was an empty stable that had seen better days.
We entered the main establishnt through a sturdy door, well worn with use, to be greeted by the sight of a thin man behind a wooden counter, polishing a horn stein. The ceiling was low, and the sll of spilled ale and recently cleaned vomit hung stale in the air. In the corner, two bearded and turbaned n sat around a glass pipe, taking turns sharing puffs of bluish smoke that twirled up toward the ceiling. At a small wooden table, a group of shifty-looking, rat-eyed n sat, playing what looked like this world’s version of cards. Dog-eared cards featuring unknown gods, monsters, and symbols were exchanged, placed, and exchanged again. The player's expressions changed from carefully controlled neutrality to barely concealed drunken consternation, depending on their fortunes.
The willowy male behind the bar looked at us with eyes the color of warm chocolate. He was sowhere in his middle years, his once black hair now grown lank and thin. Narrow lips under a wide nose pursed as he nodded to us in the universal manner of all bartenders, sowhere between deference and amicability, before asking, “What can I get you, folks?”
In a certain light, you could say he had a vague resemblance to the guard at the gate, but the association was tenuous at best. I was just about to speak, but Elwin beat to it, “Innkeep, we are looking for room, a private room, if you please, for the three of us.”
“That’ll be twenty bronze pieces a night for the lot of you, twenty-three if folk be needing to use the baths, which I highly suggest you do. You have the look of the road long traveled about you. Oh, and another bronze if you be needing your clothes to be laundered. Leave’em with the boy, good lad he is. Three coppers for a al when we’re serving. Also, the na’s Taper Athinad, at your service,” he said perfunctorily while cleaning an array of mugs and steins in front of him.
As he detailed the prices, my mind was performing so rough calculations. My ti in the local jail, eavesdropping on the conversations of the market, had given a rough idea of the value of the coins. Also, as I spun the numbers in my mind, I made sure to study the innkeeper, searching his face for the signs of treachery, but found none.
Luckily, this world’s currency was easy to get a handle on as it followed a simple decimal system. Having observed a woman buying two apples for a copper at the marketplace, in terms of buying power, I estimated that a single copper coin was worth approximately one pound. Ten coppers were then worth a bronze piece, and ten bronze coins were, in turn, worth a single silver piece, with ten silver pieces having the value of a rare gold coin.
I ran a finger over one of the silver coins as I was making my decision. On one side was the stylized version of a flowing wave, and on the other was a bust profile of an ancient woman. Making a quick study of the profile, I noticed a terrifying similarity to the goddess Avaria.
Like all of the coins, the edges of this one were smooth and uniform. Next to it, was a similar-sized silver coin with a hole punched through its center. This was a ‘half-silver’ piece. Like the silver coins, there were other denominations with a hole punched through their centers in both copper and bronze. I had yet to encounter a half-gold piece.
Unlike the bronze and copper pieces, along the rim of both silver pieces was so script that I could not yet decipher, written in a language I had not yet encountered.
As my mind played about with the numbers, so too did it play around with the idea of casting a spell of Identification on the unknown script. However, idle curiosity was not a good enough cause to spend precious Mana.
Forcing myself to relax a little, I concluded that, overall, the inn’s prices were reasonable, at least by my very rough estimations. It was not worth looking for other accommodation. This place would serve our needs fine. The innkeeper was probably not out to get us. We had never t before. These thoughts warred with my paranoia until I was finally able to get myself under control. What would be, would be; a mantra against the building pressure in my head. It was ti to take a chance, the dice demanded to be rolled.
With my decision made, I nodded to Elwin who then counted out a week's worth of lodging for us, and put a little extra onto the counter. Just as the Rogue finished, he asked Athinad in a voice that would not carry far, “Bit far from ho Athinad, that’s a southern na by the sound of it...” He was t with a grunt by the innkeeper. “Travel bug took and my feet found themselves here. Nothing really about it”, Taper responded a touch defensively, “Now what can I be getting you, lads?.”
“Just saying, just saying, now what we could do with is a little information. Perhaps to the tune of the comings and goings in the city? Perhaps a place where so strapping young n can earn a bit of coin? Maybe even a place to wind down… if you get my drift?” Elwin responded in a conciliatory tone while giving Athinad a knowing wink.
I couldn’t help but think that this was rich talk coming from a man who had recently been enslaved, then I realized that it was part of his act; giving the impression of normality.
The innkeeper’s brow furrowed, as if in concentration, before he deigned to answer the Rogue, “Been a bunch of thieves operating around these parts recently, so keep a hand on your purses, I say. Small reward, too, from us local businesses, if you're able to catch’em. Course, there’s always work down by the caravanserai, they are always looking for strong backs,” he paused for a mont, looking us over, “Of course, those of...a more combative nature may find the odd job or two at the Adventurers’ Guild.” With such a delivery, I almost expected an intrusive quest prompt, but none were forthcoming.
“And entertainnt?” burst the Rogue, the hunger for the diversions of the night clear in his eyes.
Coughing slightly, the innkeeper replied, “Well, there’s usually a few gas of chance and skill going round here, and there’s a gambling house run by old Roi up by the Ark. But if you’re into more bloodthirsty entertainnt, there’s the arena with its daily gas,” Elwin looked at him, willing him to continue, “Or...in the North quarter is the pleasure district. Haven’t had much in the way of ti to actually get around to sampling its selections, business being business and all, so can’t tell you much...” he added, as he cleaned a nonexistent stain from the counter.
My nerves were on end and I found myself wanting this whole exchange to be over as soon as possible. Hurry up and get us our room already, I thought to myself. The voices within painted a picture of smashing Athinad’s face in with a mining pick and taking in so delicious experience. Then I could loot his corpse for keys to the room, and there could also be money and treasure behind the bar...
“Your friend there, is he alright?” Taper asked Elwin in a low voice.
“We will take our rooms and a bath, and if possible our clothes to be laundered,” I interjected before Elwin could respond, pulling myself from murderous thoughts that were probably not my own. I sighed with relief, glad that our plan was working.
The innkeeper gave a relieved look, his shoulders visibly relaxing, before handing a set of copper keys. “Up the stairs, second door on the left,” the innkeeper instructed.
I nodded in thanks, and our party made our way up stairs that creaked ominously under our weight. At the top of the stairway landing was a narrow corridor with doors on either side. We entered a surprisingly clean room. I was expecting three separate beds and was surprised to see instead a large single bed big enough for three in the corner. Simple wooden shutters, secured by a wooden bar, could be opened to let the light or fresh air in. A single wooden chair, a side table by the bed, and three chamber pots in the opposite corner were the only other pieces of furniture in the room. A part of had expected the locals to sleep like barbarians on the floor, so I was glad to have a proper, if shared bed, and a solid roof over my head that wasn’t just a layer of rock and earth. The tension that had been keeping as taut as a bowstring and on my feet threatened to leave , as I thought of all of the risks we had taken to reach this mont. However, rather than feeling truly safe, I simply felt just a lessening of the present danger.
We decided to take inventory. Our current scavenged and looted belongings included a few mining tools, our old weapons, a few assorted valuable objects and miscellany from the cabins, basic camping supplies, and of course, the length of chain I had decided to keep. Four gold coins and thirteen silver pieces, with the rest of the coins in bronze and copper, were the sum total of our current wealth.
The silver and gold we divvied up between us, agreeing that we should keep the copper and bronze for general expenses. At a rough calculation, I estimated their value to be at around five or six thousand pounds. The money in front of , coupled with sothing that the innkeeper said earlier about gambling, sparked the beginning of an idea in my mind. I certainly didn’t have enough funds to start a trade or business, but for the mont I had enough to survive for so ti and find my feet in this world.
The group unanimously reaffird that we would treat our stay in the city of Ansan as if we were in enemy territory. We would tread carefully with all of our dealings here and try to keep a low profile, foregoing strong drink and other vices which could betray us. In that vein of thought, we decided it best that we went to the baths in pairs, with one of us staying in the room to watch over our gear.
I would be naked and vulnerable, but my modern sensibilities demanded at least so level of hygiene as we assuredly stank of the road and the wilds. Our marks of bondage were no more, leaving us as free n. Fretting incessantly would only lead down a dark path of suspicion and delusion. I had to remind myself that what would be, would simply have to be.
Elwin volunteered to try to find a fence for our assorted looted valuables later, once we made ourselves more presentable. He also promised to trade for so new clothes, as having so spares would always be welco.
I first went to the baths with Elwin, entrusting Kidu to watch over our scavenged loot. A boy stood at a small counter near the baths; an eager, dark-haired, scrawny thing. We passed him the requisite coin to see to our clothes once we had placed them in the baskets. Bowing once, he hung so dull gray robes on two wooden pegs for us, and left with our dirty garnts.
We entered the baths proper through sliding doors. An old man, remarkably muscled, with jagged scars from past battles running across his body, rinsed himself before entering one of three large pools. Copying the old man’s example, we cleaned ourselves as best we could with cheap coarse soap. As we scrubbed and scrubbed, the gri from our long travels slowly sloughed off of us and, once we felt we were suitably clean, we entered one of the tepid pools. The feeling of embarrassnt from my nakedness had long been scoured from , but a sense of vulnerability remained, so Elwin and I would have to make quick our little bathing session.
For a mont I rembered Harun, comparing him to the old man. They were of a similar build, but would he pose a similar challenge? I played out the murderous scenario in my mind and was even tempted to use an Identify spell on him, but finally decided against it. I needed to leave here and return to the relative safety of the room without incident.
Although a hurried one, the bath did wonders for my morale, and Elwin looked suprely happy to be clean again. Scratching behind his back, he turned and said in a cheerful voice, “I always do enjoy my weekly bath.”
I did my best to hide my grimace. Hygiene standards in this world were obviously not comparable to my own. Sighing, I simply smiled back at the Rogue, before slipping into the warm water. Slowly, ever so slowly, the warm water began to soothe the myriad of aches and pains of my recent travails in a way that magic could not replicate. Looking at my body, I noticed that, despite receiving a number of wounds, I did not have a single scar on my body. I touched the place where my slave brand should have been, only to find smooth skin.
Also, despite being at more than twice the strength I was initially, there were no significant changes to my physique. I had the sa very average-looking body that I always had. A quick gander at Elwin’s body showed a surprising lack of scars for a man of his trade, but an intricate tattoo of an unknown design ran down from the nape of his neck along the line of his back. A few monts later, I realized that my magic had probably gotten rid of any of his scars along with the slave brand.
A little wary of not conforming with local customs and seduced by the relaxing pace, we moved into a hot drying room, adjacent to the baths. We sat on a wooden bench in a room reminiscent of a sauna, waiting to dry. I didn’t try to engage Elwin in any conversation, and simply replied to his attempts at conversation with noncommittal grunts and half-thought-out replies. Once dry, we donned our loaned robes and went back to our room, where we relieved Kidu of his watch. Elwin, volunteering to take up the arduous duty of having another bath, quickly poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher by the bed, before returning to baths with the wildman.
Sitting on the bed, I finally had a little ti to get my ducks in a row. I had traveled so far, ironically, only to return to the place of my imprisonnt, albeit as a free man. I needed to get out of this city, sooner rather than later, once we acquired sufficient resources. There still remained a chance, no matter how slim, that soone might recognize . Perhaps that would never co to pass; after all, I was probably presud dead after the cave-in. Still, I wanted to leave this barbaric city and go sowhere relatively more civilized. But to do that I needed more cold hard cash.
My short-term goals clear to now, I spent an indeterminable amount of ti running over a few things that I had learned. The nas of the creatures I had encountered, the people I had t, my brush with death… Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Sir, your laundry is done,” piped a squeaky voice that had shifted from a lower octave, in the manner of adolescents just into their change.
That was pretty fast service, suspiciously so, I thought to myself as I got to my feet. Opening the door, I stiffened at the sight in front of . The owner of the voice was the boy from before, but for a mont I saw Jongshoi’s face superimposed over his features. Reflexively, I began to reach for a weapon that was not there, before catching myself, and instead reached for the purse at my waist. Pressing him three copper coins, I collected our cleaned laundry. He accepted the money gratefully and took Kidu’s dirty garnts that the Hunter had left outside the door. The boy was constantly bowing through all of this, until, annoyed, I finally closed the door in his face.
Just as I was about to return alone to my thoughts, I was again interrupted, as my pair of companions burst into the room. It seed that I had forgotten to lock the door.
“I see all our belongings are still here, congratulations on being able to stay awake!” joked Elwin as he plopped down next to on the large bed.
Kidu seed a little more relaxed than usual, the bath having miraculously healed so of the shadows behind his eyes, a feat that even my divine magic could not. More significantly, he had hacked off his beard, and the difference was rather astonishing. His features remained untad and rugged, but he looked less like a primal thing and more like a civilized man.
“Why did you decide to do away with your beard, Kidu?” I asked on a whim, hoping that I had not committed a social faux pas.
“A man grown in the north cuts his beard after a ti of great sha or loss. This is how it has always been. It was I who led the raiding party south, and so the fault is with . This is a small thing to remind myself that I am an unbearded youth,” replied Kidu, his usually loud voice unnaturally quiet before he added, “But I feel a little better now after that cleansing. We, too, have hot springs in the north where the tribe gathers in the coldest of winters. This was most welco,” he stated, simply to change the subject before he, too, lay down, and within monts, began to snore. I touched my own face in sympathetic reaction, noting that despite the amount of ti I had spent in this world, there was no evidence of even a hint of stubble.
“The inn’s serving in an hour, wake us up a little before then,” requested Elwin, yawning almost exaggeratedly and cutting off any further conversation, “So sleepy...”
It would seem I was to take this watch, so I began to devise plans for future experintation. I still needed to try out a spell or two in controlled conditions, and for that, I would need test subjects. Dark whispers intruded upon my ruminations and a jarring and irrational thought played across my mind, was the boy from the bath spying on our group? I played with an equally irrational idea of experinting on the boy, but thought better of using sobody too close to my place of lodging. Thankfully, I was in a city full of strangers I cared little for.
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