(Second Book Complete!) Runeblade: A Delving & Skill Merging LitRPG

Ro stomped her way across the office, resisting the urge to shatter a chair against the wall and scream. Pacing didn’t help, but shattered axles, what else could she do?

“Whisper was right, the bastard’s a fucking moron — he knew nothing! Nothing!”

Everything out of that backstabbing rat’s mouth had been useless. He hadn’t even been able to coherently explain why a minor noble from Greenseed was playing criminal in Deadacre in the first place! The gibbering ravings of a narcissist, seemingly choosing the setting for his ‘grand plan’ on a whim.

Oh, they’d learned who’d sold Kaius and the boys out — first the long missing Jorn, then that snake of a scout Ingle. The latter was now rotting in the keep’s cells, and would stay there for a long long time.

None of that mattered! It was all meaningless if they couldn’t find the boys before some twisted prick of a mindcracker left them drooling and broken.

Even when Rondal had spilled his guts about everything he knew of Old Yon’s operations, it was clear that the crime lord had trusted ‘Grave-eye’ about as much as she trusted her guild members to fill out their paperwork properly.

She’d hit every single safe house, meeting spot, and known associate that Rondal had mentioned. They’d been empty — cleaned out weeks ago! Of everything! Not a single scrap of paper, or a single member of Old Yon’s troupe had been left behind. The bastard had vanished like a ghost, leaving no sign of where, or even how he’d cleaned up every trace that he’d even existed.

They were stuck back at the start — she had a name now, but that was it. Nothing actionable. It burned.

Rieker pushed his way out of his seat as she continued to pace. Strong hands gripped her shoulders, holding her in place for a moment before he pulled her into a tight hug.

“Easy, Ro — we’ll find them. No one cleans up perfectly; they’ll have left a trace. We both know that you’ll find it, I’ve never met a better rogue in my life — a frightened criminal won’t best ya. All we need is a single slip up, and we’ll be on their trail again.”

“We don’t have time, Rieker! For all we know there’s already a mindmage on their way — and only the gods know what these scum will attempt before they commit to that cost.”

“We might do.” Rieker’s voice reverberated through her chest, taking the edge of her fury. “If there’s one thing this bloody beast migration has done, it’s utterly fucked anyone who’s wanted to cross the frontier — I’ve heard word from as far as Grandbrook that random swarms have hit caravans. Nothing as bad as here, but enough that people are staying firmly behind solid walls until more is known about what’s happening.”

Ro sighed, slipping out of her partner’s arms. The migration — as if the boy’s kidnapping wasn’t enough. The gods seemed dead set on making her life as difficult as they possibly could.

“What of that, anyway? Have our scouting teams found anything?”

Rieker frowned, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing but a trail of destruction and bodies — the villages in their path were levelled. No survivors.”

Fucking great. Ro bit her lip.

“Nothing? No sign of where they’re congregating? Or what’s caused the behaviour?”

“Nothing. I’ve pulled the teams back — they’ve already gone two weeks out of the city, any further and we’re risking manpower that we desperately need.”

Fantastic. Without knowing what had triggered the change, they had no way of knowing if it would repeat, or if it could be prevented. It seemed to be simple luck that had saved them from the ire of an army of beasts. The walls of Deadacre were strong, and the beasts hadn’t grown so strong that they would break through easily, but a whole army? Only the gods themselves knew if they could have handled that.

If, gods forbid, they broke into the city? It would have been a slaughter — they didn’t have anywhere near the delvers they would need to handle a threat of that scale. Nor were her guild members soldiers. If it came down to laying down their lives to give the general citizenry a chance to escape, how many would do so? Especially if they were burdened with the knowledge that they were strong enough to spirit themselves and those they cared about to safety?

The number who would flee at the first sign of an approaching horde were higher than she cared to think about. Could she blame them? Could she even say that she would do differently?

Many delvers would happily leap into danger to save a fellow guildy — but a random faceless mass of citizens was a different story.

Ro frowned and let herself be pulled into another of Rieker’s hugs.

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“Turn that brain off for one moment, woman — you’re going to give yourself a bloody headache.”

Pushing the endless and growing pile of problems out of her mind, Ro leaned against her partner and tried to relax — only for a knock to come from the door to Rieker’s office.

Ro snapped to the sound, before sharing a confused look with Rieker. Who the hell could that be? Everyone allowed up to this level of the guildhall knew better than to intrude on their limited time together.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Was that Frist? One of her assistants definitely knew better than to come up here for no reason — it had to be something important.

She stepped out of Rieker’s arms, and straightened her shirt as they moved behind his desk. As Rieker took his seat, she stood at his right — even if their relationship was known and sanctioned, there was still propriety to uphold.

“What is it, Frist?” Rieker asked, his voice low and professionally even.

“I’ve got a Diolin Silverfeather with me — said he wished to discuss Rondal with you — considering the circumstances I figured it was best to bring him right to you.” her assistant’s voice was shaky and more than a little nervous.

Ro shared a hard look with Rieker, her hand drifting to the pommel of her sword. Rieker gave her a slight nod, his own hand reaching for the hammer he kept hooked to the underside of his desk.

Silverfeather, that was a bloody retainer-name if she’d ever heard one. This could get ugly.

Fucking nobles — as if things weren’t complicated enough.

“Send him in.” Ro raised her voice. “And go straight back to the office downstairs afterwards — we’re far too busy for you to loiter.”

No need for one of her precious assistants to get pasted if it came to a fight: there was zero chance that a noble retainer was anything less than a fellow Gold.

A rather nervous looking Frist opened the door, a giant in a clean cut cream silk shirt standing behind him. One massive hand landed on Frist’s shoulder, gently but firmly moving him out of the way. Ro moved her grip from her sword’s pommel to its hilt.

The giant stepped in, ducking to squeeze through the frame, and shut the door behind him.

“Good afternoon, Rieker and Ro. Diolin Silverfeather — or Gorm, I suppose — it’s a pleasure.”

Diolin had sharp eyes. Noble eyes, the kind that revealed nothing of his thoughts — other than a general disdain for everyone and everything, of course.

“I wondered how a supposed dullard of your stature managed to slip my noose.” Ro tightened her grip, jaw grinding.

Rieker was only marginally more contained, rising to his feet slowly.

“I suggest you explain what you’re doing in my office quickly, Silverfeather. I’ve found my patience growing rather thin lately.”

Diolin dipped his head, “Indeed.”

Three large parchment envelopes appeared in his hand, likely sourced from the golden band on his finger. The noble retainer tossed them onto Rieker’s desk.

Ro eyed them, before narrowing her eyes at Diolin. What was this bastard playing at?

“As you no doubt have surmised, I am a retainer of the Silverwinds — tasked with keeping an eye on the family’s dear wayward Rondal. There was a slim hope that against all odds his dalliances might prove…useful in garnering connections for the family. As usual, the boy has proven himself an incompetent lout — it’s time for him to return to the fold.”

Not once did Diolin’s voice waver from a perfectly level and polite tone, despite casually discussing the Silverwing’s backing a would-be crime lord.

Ro scowled, fury blazing at the man’s words. How dare he waltz in here and demand that bastard’s freedom!

“So what? You expect us to set him free, just like that? After everything he has done — everything he knows? That you know?”

Diolin just smiled politely.

“Yes.” He nodded at the envelopes on the desk. “In those files you will find maps of a hidden network of tunnels and chambers under the city, the three safehouses Old Yon makes use of down there, the five entrances he has discovered — two of which are outside of the city — as well as an additional three entrances that he is unaware of. The maps are more extensive than even the ones Old Yon makes use of — a personal touch — though you should be aware that it is likely he has additional escape routes I am unaware of. The tunnels are a bit of a warren.”

Ro stared at the envelopes in shock. There was what beneath the city?

Diolin smirked, “It turns out that dear old Deadacre was built on the foundations of an Empire settlement, who would have thought?”

That would explain how Old Yon had given her the slip! The bones of the Endless Empire went deep. If they were lucky, these were not full of lethal magical constructs, bound undead and spirits, or traps. That kind of luck was…categorically unlikely. Just what she needed, another problem.

Hopefully Diolin was accurate about it being a city that had once stood here. That would mean there was nothing valuable, or too dangerous. A wizard’s laboratory or military installation would have brought the attention of a dozen different dynasties, the guild, and other powers crashing on their head.

Still, that didn’t solve the problem that was in the room with them.

“What will stop you from acting against our guild members yourself?”

Diolin laughed — a sharp, mocking thing.

“Please. Just because Rondal is an incompetent waste of space, that doesn’t mean I am. I was sent to keep an eye on the child, not steal away your anomalies. Your Kaius and his pet greater beast are safe — we both know that if they survive this, they will be too strong to safely…exploit. Not to mention the cost of the guild’s retaliation.”

It galled for the man to be so plain. There was no care or consideration for honour or ethics — only a simple profit analysis that landed in Kaius’s team’s favour.

“Take him.” Rieker hefted his hammer free from the underside of his desk. “But know that I’ll have his head if he so much as steps foot in the frontier again.”

The retainer inclined his head, though Ro only saw the cold dispassion in his eyes.

“Believe me, that will not be a problem.”