Path of the Godscourge Book 1: Star Crucible: (A Cultivation Progression Epic) by Felix Taylor

Author:Felix Taylor [Taylor, Felix]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

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THE ARENA

When Myrrir made it to the surface of the Moon of Limasennor, it wasn’t long before he found a chunk of flotsam. “They’re here,” he said to Tye. “We need to find out where they went. Interrogate any harbourmaster or dock worker you see. If you hear anything, report back to me.”

Since they had no rowboats left, they sailed the Hyovao into one of the sandstone berths along the wharf—one of the few that was deep enough to allow a full-sized ship into. Although the Hyovao had a comparatively shallow draft, it wasn’t immune to running aground, and that was the last thing Myrrir needed.

They extended a gangplank from the bulwark over to the dock. Myrrir led the way off the ship, followed by the pirates, then by the company of bluecoats. Once he stepped onto the solid ground, he turned around and said, “Do whatever you need to make them talk. If the Mediator left the planet, she could be lightyears away by now. If she’s still here, then we need to know where.”

The pirates all shouted in affirmation, and the bluecoats nodded professionally, then set off along the wharf. Myrrir was about to join in the search when someone shouted, “Hey! You there! There’s still a fee for docking at the port!”

Myrrir turned. An oceanfolk dock worker (with scaly gills and a bioluminescent bulb hanging off the front of his head) ran over. He tapped a sheet of parchment and scowled. “We might be an outer-system moon in the Farstars, but—” He examined Myrrir for another second, then his large eyes widened and his snaggle-toothed mouth slipped open. “Myrrir. I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t recognize you, and⁠—”

“And you didn’t notice the bluecoats, either?”

The dock worker stammered, “I—well, I—” He dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead against the ground.

Any other of Nilsenir’s godborn would have executed the man on the spot, but Myrrir only raised his hand. The worker might know something. “Yesterday—at any time—did you see a longboat crash to the surface?”

“R—rowboat?”

Myrrir snapped, “A tender. A small ship.”

“Lee Emsend saw something yesterday. It was careening down the Stream, then it fell off. We thought anyone on it had died. Dunno anything else about it, I swear.”

“That’s enough.” Myrrir stepped away, then commanded, “Leave us.” The worker scurried away.

For a couple minutes, Myrrir tended to the ship. He helped a sailor tie a knot to a mooring cleat, then delegated maintenance tasks to Tye and the rest of the officers—which included finding them a new rowboat.

Then the pirates and bluecoats returned. Some told him about the same rowboat crash, and elaborated on the tale. A pirate told him that a freelance smuggler—Captain Tallow—had scooped a young man and woman out of the water. Tallow hadn’t had room to bring them with him, so he had taken them ashore. A bluecoat reported that Captain Tallow had made an unplanned deal with Lady Jalweck.

Lady Jalweck…

They had to move fast. If the tournament was anything like the one Myrrir

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