Chapter 52 – Formless Azurite

-Southern Malpaars-

With silent steps and careful movements, his trainings as a mercenary easily revealed themselves as Vick slowly made his way through the underbrush of the forest.
What should have been a quiet morning of hunting had been interrupted by the sound of falling of trees and smoke, and with animals fleeing in all directions, he had decided to investigate the disturbance. As he got closer to the source, the forest begun echoing with the voices of people and he quickly took to the shadows.

Putting away his bow, Vick reached for one of his azurite swords as he edged closer to the opening that had not been there four days prior. Peeking out from the side of a large tree, he spotted a number of tents and various armed men doing busywork around the camp.
Carefully scanning the company, one of the patrols caught his eyes: a portly man who was more round than tall, and carrying a bow in hand. Unlike the other patrols walking about, the man’s movements were light like that of a seasoned hunter. There was an alertness about the portly man, and he held an arrow to his bowstring, always ready for the draw.

“!” Quickly dodging behind the tree, he barely managed to hide himself as the hunter looked in his direction. His right hand tightened its grip on the sword and he grabbed onto the other with his left. ‘How many more are in those tents?’ Vick wondered to himself, having only counted eleven heads that were out and about.

Waiting in complete stillness, the sound of alarm did not go off nor did anyone approach his position.
‘There’s no time for this. I have to warn the village.’ Hastily making up his mind, he ducked back into the undergrowth and returned the same way he came.

Navigating through the forest, he returned to the temporary camp that he had set up that morning in preparation for his kills. The dolsha that he brought with him was grazing quietly on the plentiful mint bushes strewn about, and he quickly saddled the horse.

Due to the slow witted beast being less than compliant with speeding through the trees, it was already high noon by the time he reached the outskirts of the forest. The plains and rolling hills of the land were now in view, and in the horizon, he could almost make out the brown fields of Esperen that had been recently harvested. “Yah!” With a command, the stubborn dolsha began picking up its strides upon the open fields.

“You’re back early. Nothing today master Vick?” A man questioned with a smile of contempt as he rode into Esperen.

“No time for this today, Elond. Gather the other guards and meet up at gran’s. I’ve information to discuss.” Leaving the aggravating man confused, he continued through the village toward the Prancing Myrtle.

“Vick?” A comely young lady with short brown hair called out to him as he entered the inn. Wearing an old patched up dress that had been given to her by the owner, she was carrying a tray of drinks.

“Saadra, where’s the old lady?”

“Gran said she was going upstairs for a bit. Is something the matter?”

“Yes. Serve your drinks and go gather the others. Tell your sister to help.” He quickly instructed and dashed up the stairs. “Gran! Gran where are you?! GRAN!”

“Shaddap! I can hear you just fine!” A loud voice bellowed from one of the guest rooms, and a small old lady poked her head out of the doorway. “What are you doing back so early, and what did I say about running up the stairs?!”

“I saw people in the forest. We have to make a decision right now.” He replied, and her irritated expression immediately vanished. “I know you and many of the others don’t want to leave, but we cannot stall this out any longer. I cannot say for certain that they’ll pass by peacefully, but even if they did, Esperen will not survive what is to come.”

“We’ve already paid our blood taxes, what more do they want from us?!”

“How about let us not wait to find out?”

“Gah- what in the world is happening??”

“Gran, you need to make a decision NOW.” Vick coaxed, spotting her hesitance.

“DAH! Vauun ‘halahk!” The old lady spat out angrily, and stomped toward the back room.

“Kh-Hahahaha!” Vick exploded with laughter, prompting her to turn and glare at him once more before grudgingly entering her room. “Vauun ‘halahk, huh?” He chuckled to himself. Vauun was the name of the god of selflessness, and giver of life. ’Halahk, a gveril insult literally meaning a rotting horn or an unscrupulous and wicked person, which could also be construed as a rotten genital. Her sudden outburst had caught him off guard, and ended up helping to evaporate much of his anxiety.

Although she was stern, short tempered, and stubborn, the old granny was quite lovable and had grown on him ever since their return to Esperen. Currently, their group of twenty six were occupying four rooms of her inn and in return for the hospitality, were helping her around the place along with running errands and doing menial jobs for the village. Many of the girls had also lent a hand in helping with the year’s harvest, and a few of them were now learning how to farm. From farming, to cooking, to laundry, to delivering messages for the villagers, their group was adapting to the rural life quite rapidly.
He himself had become the inn’s personal hunter, procuring various fresh and raw ingredients per the old lady’s demands.

As the sound of the disgruntled compliance reverberated back to him, Vick grinned and quickly returned downstairs.

Waiting at the bottom, “I sent Sarah to call the others. What is going on?” Saadra questioned, her voice sounding worried.

“Remember that discussion we had a while ago after the tax collection? It’s time. We can’t stay here anymore, and neither can the villagers. The aggregating forces are amassing too close to us already, and if we stay, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to protect you all.” With the solemn answer, he could see the sudden turmoil within the young lady. Their new life had just begun, and it was already time to move again. “Do you understand, Saadra?”

“Y-yes. I will go pack right now and help the others when they get back.” She replied, walking past him and up the stairs.

“Should we be worried?” An aged man was staring at him. It was Diller, a regular of the establishment and the person he had almost gotten into a scuffle with–when he and Kaidus first arrived in Esperen.

“I asked Elond to gather the other guards. I’ll speak when they’re here.” Vick replied, sitting down by himself at one of the vacant tables.

“Fuck, don’t tell me those bastards are back for more of our stocks? How do they expect us to survive the coming rinol?” One of the customers pondered out loud.

“Those will be the least of your worries once the southern army comes.” Vick replied dryly, knowing full well that his assertions would infuriate them.
Ever since learning about the south’s conscription of able bodied men, he had been advocating for the abandonment of the village. Jarnlan, a large town to the north had become the focal point of recruitments, and rumors were now coming through—via traveling merchants–that Karpes had begun to follow. It would only be a matter of time before Esperen was embroiled in the events taking place.

“You keep saying that, outsider, but what do you actually know?” Another man questioned. “Even if they do come- actually, I say let them come! I would love to see them try and steal what we do not have. See them take what they have already stolen. There is nothing of worth here for them.”

“Your lives.”
The room went silent.

“Puh- AHahahahhaa!” A chorus of laughter quickly shattered the silence. “Yea, because them boys with spears and swords have nothing better to do than to torment folks like us. Esperen was unaffected the last time there was a war, and as we have already paid our dues, I see no reasons for them come after us this time either.”

The room’s pointless chattering began again. In silence, Vick quietly waited by himself.

A number of girls returned and promptly went upstairs to pack on his instructions, yet those they were waiting for never arrived as noon slipped away.

Eventually, *Blam!* the door to the inn slammed open, and one of the men they had been waiting for burst inside. “Everyone! We’ve got trouble!”

“Trouble?” Diller questioned, and shot a glance at Vick.

“They’re coming from the western road! A group of them!”

All eyes looked to him accusingly. “That’s impossible… there’s no way that they noticed me.” Vick stood up from the table and without another word, bolted out of the inn.

By the time he arrived at the village entrance, there was already a large group of strangers there. Numbering a little more than a dozen, they were armed and shouting indiscriminately while holding one of the village’s guardsmen at sword point. Along with the group, many people had also gathered near the entrance including those he had called for earlier.

“H-help me! Please!” The hostage screamed.

“Yes, please do help him.” A man with short black hair stepped forward and scanned the line of villagers. Better equipped than the others, he was wearing a set of almost pristine plate armor with only minor dents and scratches. “All we’re asking for is some food and supplies to help feed and strengthen our forces. Share with us what you have, and we shall leave peacefully.”

“The King’s men have already taken what little we had! We’ve nothing more to give!” A lanky woman holding a child in her arms screamed from the side, followed by a number of resounding echoes from the others.

The armored man looked back to their hostage. “It seems they do not value you.”

“P-Please! I- I don’t want to die! Please!” The terrified guard begged again as his captor placed the sword against his neck, holding back only enough to not break through flesh.

“On behalf of the esteemed Lady Inareh, all your provisions are now property of the newly formed Southern Guards. Surrender what has been requested of you, or have it taken by force.”

“What Lady Inareh?! We’ve just paid our dues to the Countess of the south!!”

“The Countess has recently vacated her position. Lady Inareh is in now charge, and she is demanding your loyalty.”

“This- This is robbery! You can’t do this! No!” A man cried out angrily against the abuse.

Having heard enough, a lone shadow shot out of the crowd of onlookers toward the group. Like an arrow he passed the armored man before anyone could react, and from a low angle, his azurite swords flashed upward followed by a piercing cry that tore through the area. “Run!” Vick commanded as the severed hand and sword plopped to the ground. Seeing the witless fool frozen and motionless, he grabbed the guard’s collar with his left hand and forcefully pulled the man away. Flicking his sword out before him, he barely managed to defend against an axe swing from the front.

“M-MY hand!! You cut off my hand!!” There was a loud roared of agony along with the sound of heavy panting and panic.

Swerving away from the frontal assaults that were coming at him, Vick quickly arched his body back to evade a horizontal slice from behind as the armored man attempted to take his head. Using the evasive maneuver, he planted his free hand on the ground and kicked back with his legs for a backflip while at the same time delivering a counter to the man’s chest plate. The slash forced the man back a step, buying himself enough time to quickly regain his footing and reposition himself against the group. Twisting his azurite sword into a reverse grip, he drew his second one and lowered his stance. “You’ve no more hostages. Tend to your wounded and leave.”

“Ngggghnn! Guu- You piece of- Fuck!!” The one handed man cried out, trembling with pain and anger as the others attempted to stop the bleeding.

“You drew you weapons with the intent to kill. You should have expected nothing less.” He warned with a sharp glare to the group.

“A swordsman?” The armored man felt along the gash that had been inflicted on his chest plate without taking his eyes off of Vick. “You movements are surprising, but do you think you can fight us all?” Keeping his composure, the man lowered the tip of his longsword to the ground and changed into a two handed grip. He slowly edged his left foot forward, preparing himself for a death strike as the others drew around him.

Seeing the aggressive formation, “Get back!” Vick shouted to the villagers and quickly adjusted his own stance to better dodge and counter the incoming blows. Judging from their attacks and reactions to his own earlier, he easily outclassed all of them and should be able to win. Yet, from the look in their eyes, he was not their target.

“Go home! All of you!!” Diller’s voice came from behind and for once, he was glad to see the unruly man. Carrying clubs and wood splitting axes, four of them came to his assistance. “Took you all- Tch!” Evading to his right, Vick skillfully dodged a sudden downward slash from the front. “Whatever you do, don’t let them through!” He shouted as another attack came from below. Occupied against two attackers, the others quickly rushed past him, moving after Diller’s group and the villagers.
‘Fuck!’ He cried out internally as his counter attack against the armored man simply slid off.

Without flinching this time, the man barreled into Vick and forced Vick back a few steps. With all his might and pull on his longsword, the man twisted his body and sent an arching swing at Vick’s side.

*Tiiing!*
Metal screamed against metal as Vick was forced to use both his swords to block the attack. His body shook with the force of the blow, and the second attacker quickly lunged at him. Instead of retreating, Vick lowered himself and pushed the armored man’s sword upward, allowing himself to dash under. Releasing his defensive hold against the longsword, he swiftly spun around and immediately threw a slash behind him with his left.
There was the sound of his sword scraping metal briefly as it moved through its horizontal arch, and then the ever familiar sensation of sharp steel going through leather and flesh.

Unfazed by the attack, the armored man lurched forward as his partner’s chest was sliced into. With sure footings, he angled his sword before him into a powerful thrust.

Bringing his freehand forward, Vick barely managed to deflect the thrust as it grazed the left side of his stomach. With his right keeping the man’s sword at bay, he twisted his body and brought his left sword up against the armored man’s neck.

“CEASE YOUR ACTIONS!” A voice bellowed through the sound of fighting and screaming. Before them, two of the villagers had been caught and were being dragged forward with a knife to their necks. “Drop your weapons or they die!”

“You idiot! What are you doing here?!” Diller screamed in anger, seeing that one of the two was his wife.

Vick looked back to the armored man and there was a grin on the man’s face, a smugness that was daring him to keep going. Glancing around him, two of the men who had come to help were on the ground bleeding, and another one was already dead. Diller was the only one who still looked to have some fight left in him, but with his wife a hostage, the situation was looking quite dire.

“I will not repeat myself! Drop your weapons!” Another threat.

Having seen plenty of hostage situations, Vick tightly held onto his sword as he struggled to solve the disaster. By attacking first he had orchestrated the entire situation. Yet, there had been no two ways to go about it in the first place. From the rumors of what has been happening to the other villages, there were no circumstances where blood wasn’t spilled whether the people had willingly given up their possessions, or had them taken by force.

“I’ll give you a choice. Lower your sword, and I will put in a good word for you with the Southern Guards. Kill me, and my men will slay as many as they can before you can get to them.” The armored man threatened with a smile on his face.

‘I can only save one of them…’ Vick thought as he judged the distance between himself and the hostages. A good ten strides away, if he took them by surprise, it might be possible to disarm one of the men before they plunge their knives into the hostages. He shot a glance at Diller who had already drop his club, and with very little options, Vick slowly lowered his sword.

*Zwssssh!* something sliced through the air and one of the men holding the hostages grunted before falling to the ground.

Turning his head, Vick caught the gleam of metal as another arrow flew straight for the second kidnapper. The sound of footsteps came from the village entrance behind them, and he turned to see another group of armed men charging in their direction. Another arrow zipped by, picking off someone else. Following the path of the projectiles, he spotted a portly man staggering behind the group. Bow in hand, the man had already knocked and drawn his weapon again.

“Do not let any of them escape!” At the front of the group, a tall man with short blonde hair and an unkempt beard was shouting loudly. In his hand, the man was carrying what appeared to be the empty hilt of a sword.

******

Thank you for reading, and hope you all enjoyed Vick’s side of things. With that, please look forward to the next chapter: Reunion of Fates.

Now to address the confusion in the comments about characters.

-You all should know who Narissa is. (Thank you to all those who remembered and helped to answer)
-The comments have also answered who Mirat is.
-The dvuron Mallak is a part of Tal’hrus and has only just been introduced.
-You will find the winged aleithian man from one of the prior chapters, along with why the old man is in Darsus.

As the previous chapter stated, there are five great clans within the Aleithian race. Two have just been revealed, and I will reveal the others as they come. As you’ve noticed, the tiirin’s main traits are their wings and elegance, while the dvurons are largely built and equipped with horns.

Hope that helped to clarify things a little.

Thanks for your continued support, and please leave any errors in the comments.

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37 Responses to Chapter 52 – Formless Azurite

  1. AL says:

    Thanks for the chapter! I really hope this actually gets adapted one day!

  2. vanessa says:

    gracias!!!! thanks!!

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  4. Ninakirigaya says:

    Thanks so much! Great chapter.

  5. Darkhaert101 says:

    Yeah! Thanks for the update! Great chapter!

  6. barbaricbob says:

    more stabbing and slicing ahead! woo!
    i also wonder how cadius will respond to the whole trial of his father’s would be assassin being a sham is going to play out

  7. Armocalypsis says:

    Make no mistake, people are reading :D!

  8. liuhei says:

    Thanks for the chapter 🙂

  9. agila0212 says:

    Hope we will see Kaidus on the next chapter.

    Thank you for the new chapter 🙂

  10. a says:

    thanks im glad we saw vick in action

  11. David Batol says:

    Thank you for the chapter 🙂

  12. sjrcloud says:

    Thanks for the chapter!
    “..empty hilt of a sword.” I have know idea what that is, is it a sword with no blade?

  13. 초현서 says:

    When is this gonna be published?!?!?

  14. Maniac3020 says:

    Ok, I have come up with a plan. I will donate $5 for the first chapter, and for every chapter after that, until the end of the month, double it. I do hope to motivate the writing of more chapters. MOAAAR!

  15. Arkham says:

    I am so glad this story is not dead!

  16. thanks for the capter and thanks for comming back and contiuing this awsome book

  17. XtianPaul says:

    Thank you Sir for the update! Really love this novel

  18. ore-sama says:

    Thanks for the chapter dude. Keep up the good work!

  19. KawaiiDesuChan says:

    thnx 4 chap

  20. Leafyeyes417 says:

    Hmm I’m guessing this would be the resistance? Unless it is a different unknown party that is helping them…

    Thanks for the chapter!

  21. Anonymous says:

    You’ve just got to love how all the different people kadius meets, helps or saves come back in another chapter and aren’t forgotten like in many other cases, I thought the asshole who made fun of kadius’s mum was out of the story, but nope, coz kadius is going to kill him and I can’t wait for the reactions

  22. Anonymous says:

    I’m still loving the story, thx for the chapter

  23. Nigdindunuffin says:

    Quite honestly this communistic ,,save teh people” is a tad to boring. The save the slaves/people/village becomes repetetive after a while. A world design where everything has to be saved by mc/sidekicks is a bad one. It has nothing to offer in terms of worldbuilding and immagining it in your head. Kaudus’s homecountry i could picture very well. Little village, big city with many districts, big school and so on. You can locate the mc in your mind and create a better picture of what and how he is doing things while youre reading.

    Now i dont even remember on what contimemt he is, in what towns he was, where he is headed and what generally happens on the continent to beginn with. Its just so plain and boring that you forget it after the chapter is over.

    Make the world more alive, more happenings unrelated to kaidoofs, more cities, villages.

    Oh there is a dark portal that is open for 1000 years now and its surrounded by castles that try to wipe the things out that spawn from it periodicaly. Oh tahl-chan is doing something shady in that area. Oh an invading force from annother continent is on its way to take over the portal to do something with it, oh MAYBE ONCE IN A FUCKING WHILE SOMEBODY HAS SOMETHING KAIDUS TO TEACH SO HE DOESNT END UP DEAD AGAIN LIKE THE LAST TIME EVEN IF HE HAS HIS POKEBALLS WITH HIM. MAKE THE DUDE THAT WAS THE KEEPER OF THE SHADDOW BLACK PERSON OF COLOUR DAGGER A WISE SAGE THAT HAS SOMETHING TO TELL AND TEACH KAIDUS HOW TO EXOCICE THE EDGYNESS OUT OF HIS FAMILLIARS.

    Dont make kaidus the op can do everything kid. He died for a reason and the betrayal meme is old. Cheapshots on his family for plot is for newbies and making faceless characters important is even worse (ch51 some guy that talked to mc once, lmao)

    I know its disrespectful to tell an author something like this but take a look at mother of learning. The characters are 10/10, plot is clear and 10/10, sidecharacters are 10/10 and you can masturbate everytime when you thing what the end is going to be like.

    Dont take it as a troll or mindless rant. I was really happy when u came back from the dead and a new chapter was out. I like likeable op mc’s with a reason to fight, a (semi?) Goal and the moment when they fo something awesome and you cheer hard for him.
    But if you want to get better at what youre doing you should try to do something different, something new within the thing youve created.

    I cant tell you how many books i have on my kindle (about 1k) that have the same setup of a strong mc and this fantasy story. I can tell you that only a few of them did it right and made me reread it the instant i was finished with it. And mind you most of these books were written by guys like you but they went a step further and sell their work on amazon.

    • tiredtyrant says:

      Oh look a wall of text that pretends to be constructive criticism. I’ve seen this alot recently, where they try to influence the author in going the direction they want it to.

    • tempik says:

      dude you write too long. i bet you jealous

    • Za1d3 says:

      i wish i can show you what’s in my head right now, so you understand how Kaidus died, why he died, what’s really happening or is going to happen, and where these “faceless” characters whom i’ve mentioned “once” throughout the story will come into play. (to be fair, Mirat, the faceless character from chapter 51 has been in like 15 chapters so far)

      And come on, i’m writing an OP character here. He’s literally magic incarnate. What else are people going to teach him about magic?
      As for a Dark portal? over done by thousands of light novels, and i dislike that gimmick. “oh, magic portal opened up, and now monsters are killing people. Now let’s equip gears and fight for our survival.”
      If i’m going to write about an OP character, i am going to make him OP… Like blink and kills everything around him OP. It’s why i’ve started writing FC in the first place. Because i wanted such a character.

      The main enemy is also not Tal’hrus. They are but a setup, a stepping stone to who the true enemy is. (Hint: it is not of the mortal world realm, not of the 9 elements, and not a phrae) The story as it is, encompasses roughly about 1/4th of what i have planned out. So… we’ll see if there are dark portals, and some sagely advice for Kaidus later on in the story. (Hint, there will be in the flash backs. Not the dark portals though.)

      I understand if it’s been hard, but I feel like I’ve got a general understanding of where i’m taking this, so we’ll just have to wait and see how it pans out.

      • Be confident in your writings dude, improve but don’t let your ideas be looked down on. Oh and I feel your explanation is kinda cheating, giving hints all over while saying that you’re not giving hints

  24. sunny says:

    Thanks a lot Za1d3… Its really a great novel and I love it a lot.. Keep writing and I hope u could get it out in amazon.. Wish u a great and happy new year ahead…

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