Guild Wars_ Edge Of Destiny Part 15

"It's my sword!"

"It's Rurik's Rurik's sword! A sword! A human human sword! You stole it from us just like you stole sword! You stole it from us just like you stole Ascalon. Ascalon."

"You're deluded."

Blue aura erupted from Logan's hands and swarmed across his hammer. He hauled it overhead to smash into the sand. A profound boom shook the bearbaiting den, flinging Rytlock backward against the half-wall. He smashed it to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Caithe shouted at Logan.

Rytlock roared as he climbed to his feet. "What he's doing is picking out his burial plot." He charged, and Sohothin fell like lightning.

Logan rolled away, flinging sand from his heels. Some of the grains flared like tiny meteors in Sohothin's mantle. The sword chopped through another half-wall, igniting years' worth of spilled spirits. Flames raced around the pit and leaped to the stands.

Scrambling along the base of the wall, Logan climbed to his feet and spun about, panting. "You're as slow as an ettin."

"You're as thick as one." Rytlock charged again.

Logan's hand painted an arc of blue energy in the air before him. He staggered back as Rytlock thudded into the magical s.h.i.+eld.

Arcane energy sparked across the charr's front, but Sohothin cleaved through. It swept down at Logan.

Logan lunged to one side as the sword sliced past him. He whirled around and smashed his hammer into Rytlock's wrist.

"Ah!" the charr shouted.

The blow sent Sohothin flying through the air. It spun just over Caithe's head and embedded in one of the support beams for the upper boxes. Flames clambered up the wood.

As Logan's mystic s.h.i.+eld dissipated, Rytlock charged through it, gripping his broken wrist. "You'll pay for that!"

Logan struggled to get his hammer between him and the charr, but Rytlock backhanded the weapon. It flew through the air, cras.h.i.+ng through the back wall of the theater. Rytlock then grabbed Logan and hoisted him in the air, ramming his back against the bearbaiting post.

"You have some nerve!" Rytlock roared.

Logan grabbed the chains hanging from the post and hurled them at Rytlock's face. The charr winced back, and Logan wormed from his grip. Dropping to the ground, Logan scuttled free and ran for the burning pillar where Sohothin was embedded.

Rytlock followed, roaring.

The gathered crowd roared, too, delighted to see the man and the charr battle in the burning theater. It truly was burning: walls of flame sent smoke and sparks high into the air.

Logan reached the pillar and started to s.h.i.+mmy up.

"No, you don't," Rytlock growled. His good hand pried Logan off the beam, hurled him into nearby seats, and reached up to snag the sword.

"No, you you don't," said another voice-a deep voice accompanied by a cutla.s.s grip ramming into Rytlock's throat. don't," said another voice-a deep voice accompanied by a cutla.s.s grip ramming into Rytlock's throat.

He looked to see his attacker-a norn with a tanned, dreadlocked, piratical face. "Who're you?"

"Magnus, one of the Captains of the s.h.i.+p's Council of Lion's Arch, head of the Lionguard," the man said grandiloquently.

"That's a lot to remember," Rytlock replied.

"Then just remember my nickname-the b.l.o.o.d.y Handed." Magnus nodded at the brute squad around him. "You, my destructive friend, are under arrest."

Rytlock's shoulders tensed, bracing for another fight.

"You have no weapon," Magnus pointed out with a steely voice, "your wrist looks broken, and you're more than surrounded."

Rytlock shot a look over his shoulder, where more of the brute squad were dragging Logan from the wreck of seats. Two other Lionguard flanked Caithe.

"It's off to jail for the three of you."

IN SEARCH OF WARRIORS.

Eir stepped from the frigid solitude of Hoelbrak into the bustling heat of Lion's Arch. At her heels, Garm trotted through the asura gate, and Snaff and Zojja brought up the rear. The four who had nearly destroyed the Dragonsp.a.w.n now stood as strangers in a new city.

"Ah, Lion's Arch," Snaff said, clapping his hands together. He drew a deep draft of the salt-sea air and pounded his chest. "The Pirate Paradise. The Sh.o.r.e of the World. The Well of Races. The Freest City in Tyria-"

"The Place Where We Are," Zojja said dispiritedly.

Snaff looked out at the folk that streamed down the avenue-every intelligent race in Kryta, all going peacefully about their business, coursing through a rankling maze of streets. Here sprawled a marketplace under blue canvas, there towered a keep fas.h.i.+oned of an upended s.h.i.+p. "Being in a city like this is like being alive."

"You are are alive," Zojja pointed out. alive," Zojja pointed out.

"Then I feel doubly alive."

A group of human warriors marched past, their eyes raking suspiciously across the dire wolf.

Eir set her hand on Garm's muzzle and drew him to sit beside her. "Exhilarating, yes, but we have a mission. We're here to find warriors. And I know where we can start: Captain Magnus the b.l.o.o.d.y Handed."

"Norn, I a.s.sume?" Snaff asked. "Can't imagine an asura named b.l.o.o.d.y Handed."

"Unless he was bad with a hammer," Zojja remarked.

"Norn, yes, and a sea captain. If anyone here could help us fight the Dragonsp.a.w.n, it'd be Magnus. If he will will fight." Eir pointed to the harbor, where tall s.h.i.+ps were moored. "Let's get to the docks." fight." Eir pointed to the harbor, where tall s.h.i.+ps were moored. "Let's get to the docks."

Garm trotted down the lane toward the forest of masts, black against the flas.h.i.+ng waves. Snaff and Zojja had to jog to keep pace.

"Tell us about this Magnus the b.l.o.o.d.y Handed," Snaff said.

Eir shrugged. "He is a norn who once adventured and gained great fame for himself. Now he is leader of the Lionguard, the peacekeepers of this city."

"Impressive," Snaff said.

"He's also a privateer-"

"A pirate?"

Eir shot Snaff a dark look. "Forget that you know that word. A privateer is sanctioned by the state to attack enemy s.h.i.+ps."

"A legal pirate."

"Magnus is called the b.l.o.o.d.y Handed because of what he does to those who insult him," Eir said significantly. "But most often, those he fights are those who fight Lion's Arch. He's ruthless, but not for himself. For this city."

They strode out of a warren of maritime buildings onto the landings where s.h.i.+ps unloaded. Lines of longsh.o.r.emen carried crates to great skids, where they piled them high. All around the dock, taverns and flophouses crowded, eager to trade easy virtues for hard cash.

"That's real work," Snaff said, nodding at the gangs. "Backbreaking, soul-crus.h.i.+ng, hand-blistering work. They need more golems."

"Your solution to everything," Zojja said.

Snaff shrugged. "Magic could set these good souls free."

"Free to starve," Eir replied. "I don't think these good souls would thank you to hand their jobs to constructs."

Pa.s.sing among the laborers, the band approached a great black s.h.i.+p-Cormorant. It was moored at the dock and built on a norn scale. The beam was twice as wide as that of a human s.h.i.+p, the masts twice as tall, the decks twice as thick. It was a monster of the sea, with ma.s.sive black ratlines and thousands of feet of sail. It was moored at the dock and built on a norn scale. The beam was twice as wide as that of a human s.h.i.+p, the masts twice as tall, the decks twice as thick. It was a monster of the sea, with ma.s.sive black ratlines and thousands of feet of sail.

Of course, the sailors on that s.h.i.+p were ma.s.sive, too. Norn they were, but their skins were burned brown by a ceaseless sun and a flas.h.i.+ng sea. Their clothes were not meant for holding in heat but for shedding it. Instead of bear fur and caribou pelt, these sailors wore tan homespun s.h.i.+rts and brown trousers tied off with old line. The higher-up seamen were garbed in leather vests over their homespun, and officers boasted greatcoats over linen.

Grandest of all, though, was Captain Magnus himself. Intense eyes stared out beneath the silken band that wrapped his head. The captain's neck was circled with a collar of walrus tusks, over which streamed his overlong brown hair and overlong mustache. His bare chest was crossed by a pair of leather bandoliers that sported wide-muzzled pistols. At his waist, the bandoliers became a belt, which held up a woolen kilt that draped to his knees. Leather boots were strapped from knee to toe.

The captain's eyes fixed on Eir.

As she approached the Cormorant, Cormorant, Captain Magnus strode to the rail and propped one foot on a cask and propped one elbow on a knee and stared with undisguised interest. "In all the days since I left my homeland, I have not stared upon so beautiful a woman as you, or one with skin so fair. Fair to the point of whiteness. Blinding. Where is your tan, woman?" Captain Magnus strode to the rail and propped one foot on a cask and propped one elbow on a knee and stared with undisguised interest. "In all the days since I left my homeland, I have not stared upon so beautiful a woman as you, or one with skin so fair. Fair to the point of whiteness. Blinding. Where is your tan, woman?"

Eir planted her feet on the dock and looked fearlessly into his eyes. "I fight ice monsters in black caves, and this fool of a norn asks me where my tan is."

Magnus scowled, his blue irises ringed in white.

Garm's lip drew back in a snarl.

Snaff and Zojja clutched each other.

Then Magnus laughed-a deep, threatening laugh. "And where do you think I've been, winning this brown skin of mine?"

"Lazing," Eir replied without hesitation. "Perhaps in a hammock, after a night of rum."

The scowl returned. "You think I won this s.h.i.+p, gathered this crew, by-lazing?"

Eir shrugged. "A typical man would not be able to. A typical man would have to work three lifetimes to gain a s.h.i.+p and crew like these. An extraordinary man could gain them with no particular effort. Hence, I a.s.sumed you were lazing."

Magnus's brow beetled as he turned her words over in his mind. "Why, sure! It was easy. A moment's thought." He leaned over the rail, allowing his magnificent pectorals to strain against the bandolier he wore. "When you have charisma, you don't have to work very hard."

"You'll have to work harder than that," Eir said.

"Who are you, porcelain girl, and why do you trade riddles with me?"

"I'm no porcelain girl. I'm Eir Stegalkin, who confronted and nearly destroyed the Dragonsp.a.w.n, the greatest champion of Jormag."

"You confronted the Dragonsp.a.w.n?"

"Confronted and nearly destroyed. We reached his inner sanctum-"

"If this is true, you are are brave!" brave!"

"We seek warriors to join us to finish him."

Magnus's eyebrow c.o.c.ked. "You want me me to join to join you you?"

"The Dragonsp.a.w.n is the champion of Jormag. He has declared war on the norn nation."

"Jormag is a great threat," Magnus responded, nodding deeply. "But he is only one of three dragons who have arisen beneath our feet. The dragons are rising everywhere."

"Jormag is the dragon who afflicts your people."

"My people are in Lion's Arch, and the Orrian dragon afflicts us. I fight his champion-Morgus Lethe. He rules the sea. He sends dead things up from the bottom to sink s.h.i.+ps and to feast on the living. I destroy his monsters. I save this city!"

"What about Hoelbrak?"

A slow grin began on Magnus's face, extending into his eyes. "The people of Lion's Arch are my my people. I have chosen my battles." Magnus shook his head and laughed ruefully. "The world is changing, Eir Stegalkin. You must change with it. Perhaps I should ask people. I have chosen my battles." Magnus shook his head and laughed ruefully. "The world is changing, Eir Stegalkin. You must change with it. Perhaps I should ask you you to join to join me. me. Get some sun on that lily skin." Get some sun on that lily skin."

Eir sighed. "When the Dragonsp.a.w.n is dead, perhaps I will take you up on that offer. Just now, though, I need my own fighters."

Magnus's eyebrows lifted. "If it's fighters you need, it just so happens that I have a side business that specializes in them."

"What kind of business?"

"It's an arena where criminals can earn out of their jail sentences while providing the people of Lion's Arch with entertainment."

"Brutal."

Magnus let out a broad-beamed laugh. "They'd much rather fight in my arena than languish in a cell. I buy their billets, and the Lionguard makes sure they don't run off, and they fight until they've paid me back. It's in everyone's best interest." He grinned. "My booming enterprise might just be the place for you to find the fighters you need."

Eir shook her head. "I come asking after a norn legend and get sent to jailbirds."

Magnus laughed. "I saw a pair yesterday, a man and a charr. They fought like devils and destroyed a bearbaiting pit"-he paused to spit-"which I personally was glad of. But as head of the Lionguard, well, I had to lock them up. They're stewing just now in the dockside row house, but I'm about to send my agent to buy their billet."

"How much is their billet?"

"About five hundred gold."

Eir whistled. "Thanks all the same. If you change your mind about the mission-"

"I won't," Magnus said, smiling.

Eir turned away. "Come along, Garm."