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  The Arcane Ward

  Wardens of Issalia, Book Two

  Jeffrey L. Kohanek

  Fallbrandt Press

  © 2018 by Jeffrey L. Kohanek

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  The final approval for this literary material is granted by the author.

  First Edition

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-949382-01-3

  PUBLISHED BY JEFFREY L. KOHANEK and FALLBRANDT PRESS

  www.JeffreyLKohanek.com

  Books by Jeffrey L. Kohanek

  Runes of Issalia

  The Buried Symbol (May 2016)

  The Emblem Throne (October 2016)

  An Empire in Runes (April 2017)

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  Rogue Legacy (February 2018)

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  Wardens of Issalia

  A Warden’s Purpose (May 2018)

  The Arcane Ward (Sept 2018)

  An Imperial Gambit (Dec 2018)

  More coming in 2019…

  Contents

  Prologue

  Preface

  1. Shame

  2. Rivalry

  3. The Sky

  4. The Game

  5. Too Far

  6. The Arcane Ward

  7. Training

  8. Secrets

  9. Vallerton

  10. The Hunted

  11. Depth of Character

  12. Anyone

  13. Wardens

  14. Challenge

  15. Prince

  16. An Angry Pig

  17. Magic

  18. Thief

  19. The Aspen Inn

  20. Jungle Run

  21. A Piece of Furniture

  22. Chaos Trap

  23. Departure

  24. Wayport

  25. Mission Objective

  26. Stolen Kisses

  27. In a Flash

  28. Mondomi

  29. The Color Purple

  30. Secret Weapon

  31. Discovery

  32. Threat of War

  33. Assassin

  34. Sense of Dread

  35. Redemption

  36. Rescue

  Epilogue

  Note from the Author

  Books by Jeffrey L. Kohanek

  Prologue

  Parker Thanes pushed the tavern door open, stepped inside, and was greeted by a cacophony of cheers and laughter. The smell of salt air mixed with stale beer and unwashed bodies made him grimace. I don’t understand why she likes these places.

  He pushed through the crowd as he headed toward the bar. Jostled sailors, spilled drinks, and a trail of curses followed in his wake. Ignoring the upset men, he scanned the crowded tavern until he approached his destination.

  A hefty woman in her middle years stood behind the bar. The brunette filled a pair of tankards, turned, and placed them before two bearded men, one of whom had a pale scar on his tanned face, the wound running from his forehead to his cheek. After pocketing two coppers, she shifted her focus to Parker.

  “Hello, Tess,” Parker greeted the barkeep.

  “I’m glad you showed. Things are getting out of hand.”

  Parker frowned. “Where is she?”

  Tess flipped her head to the side. “Around back. You might want to hurry.”

  Stifling a sigh, Parker forced his way around the far end of the bar. He turned the corner and found a thick crowd – the source of the cheers that arose earlier. Another round of shouts erupted, fists pumping into the air. He forced his way into the mass of bodies, emerging to find the back area open but for two people.

  A man – tall and sinewy, with shorn dark stubble on his head and cheeks – stood facing a woman. She was short, even for a female. With blond hair that ran to her shoulders, she was dressed in a simple tunic, cinched at the waist with a studded belt. Her brown breeches were tucked into tall black boots, each with a knife strapped to them, matching the knives strapped to each thigh. Between the two was a round table with a dozen mugs on it. The man lifted a mug and drank, foam running to his chin as he chugged the ale. When finished, he tipped the mug upside down and slammed it on the table, where it joined the other empty tankards. Cheers rose up from the crowd while the man shook his head to clear it.

  As the crowd quieted, the woman grabbed the last full mug and lifted it to her lips, emptying its contents without pausing for a breath. When finished, she lowered it, stumbled, and blinked, her blue eyes glazing over. A mixture of laughter and mutters came from the crowd until she flipped the mug over and slammed it down beside the others.

  The man scowled, twisting a tanned face marked by a gold ring through one nostril. “Now, we will see who is better.”

  He pulled a dagger from the sheath on his hip and gripped it by the blade. Turning away from the crowd, the man cocked his arm back and threw the knife, striking a hair below the intersection of an X carved into a wooden post fifteen feet away. He drew and threw another knife, which landed just above the first, the two hilts touching one another. When he turned back, his grin revealed the noticeable gap of a missing tooth.

  “Your turn, Tenzi. Let’s see if a sodden girl like you can even hit that post.”

  The woman moved toward the man, stumbling as she pushed him aside. As Tenzi stared at him, swaying, a satisfied smirk crossed the man’s face.

  “Watch this,” Tenzi mumbled.

  Her eyes seemed to transform, her half-mast lids narrowing with intensity as she stared at the man. Tenzi spun about, her hands a blur as a dagger appeared in each and flew toward the post. Without pausing, she unleashed the daggers strapped to her legs and they joined the first pair. A bend and a flick sent the two knives from her boots into the post. She then reached behind her back, pulled a blade from her belt, and flung it.

  The seven knives perfectly formed an X, with the last blade landing directly on the intersection of the carved target, somehow fitting between the man’s two thrown blades. The crowd fell silent, the moment lasting a few breaths before loud cheers and shouts erupted. Heads shook in amazement as the men and women surrounding Parker began exchanging coins from bets placed.

  Tenzi held her open palm toward the man. “Pay up, Ridley.”

  The man snarled. “Leave off, Tenzi. I’m keeping my silver.”

  In a flash, Tenzi had a knife in her hand and pressed against the man’s throat. “Didn’t know I had a blade strapped to my upper back, huh? I find it wise to always have an extra, just in case.”

  With narrowed eyes, Ridley glared for a long moment before his lips pressed together and he slowly dug out a coin purse. Tenzi pulled the blade away and held out her other hand. After setting five silvers in her palm, he shook his head.

  “Another ale and I would have had you.”

  Tenzi smirked, gripping the coins in her fist. “Perhaps. Not today, though.”

  The crowd began to disburse with many heading toward the bar for another drink. Parker shifted closer to Tenzi, frowning at her grin.

  “Why do you spend time in these seedy places?”

  Tenzi shrugged. “A girl’s gotta have a little fun now and then.”

  Parker snorted. “I know you. Nothing you do is little.”

>   She moved toward the post and began retrieving her blades. “Why are you here? I thought you were staying on the ship tonight.”

  “I was, but Joely and Hex came back early. They said that four others got into a fight at The Wind Sock tavern and were arrested.”

  Tenzi slid two daggers back into the sheaths on her thighs, rolled her eyes, and grabbed the last three knives. “Again? Why can’t they stay out of trouble?”

  Parker raised a brow. “I wonder who may have taught them to cause trouble.”

  “You’re hilarious.” Tenzi slid a knife up each sleeve and waved toward Parker. “Let’s go. It looks like Ridley’s silver is going toward bail money, straight from him to the city coffers.”

  Parker turned and squirmed through the crowd with the much smaller Tenzi in his wake. When he stepped out into the alley, the noise of the bar quieted and was replaced by a distant boom, followed by shouts and screams. With a furrowed brow, he led Tenzi down the alley and to the lit street.

  People ran past in all directions, some heading toward the city wall, others toward the docks. Cries filled the air only to be engulfed by the boom of a distant explosion.

  “To the docks!” Tenzi broke into a run.

  Parker ran after her as she weaved her way through the foot traffic and around carts. They emerged from Downside – the portion of the Sol Polis that lay between the city wall and the docks – and found people crowding onto the pier. A flash of green flames erupted from a ship moored to the docks. People on the pier screamed and tried to reverse direction as the flames on the ship turned from green to orange.

  “Flashbombs!” Parker shouted. “Someone is launching flash bombs!”

  “That was a fleet ship,” Tenzi said. “We have to get the fleet out of the harbor.”

  Fighting against the crowd, Parker and Tenzi pushed their way through oncoming traffic and onto the pier. An explosion blasted water into the air, sending two nearby ships rocking as seawater rained down on them. Running, Parker led Tenzi down the pier, running beside a handful of sailors trying to get to their ships.

  “Why did we have to moor on the end this time?” Parker groaned as he ran.

  They ran past the ship on fire. The flames had burned the length of the mooring rope and were licking the post tied to it. An explosion to the other side knocked them off their feet, Parker almost falling into the water as he gripped the pier edge. He sat up and turned toward the ship that had been struck. A wall of green flames raged upon it, turning orange as it spread. Burning debris lay scattered on the pier. Body parts as well. Tenzi cried out and frantically swatted the smoldering leg of her breeches.

  Parker’s focus shifted toward the shoreline, and he saw armed soldiers running toward the pier. His eyes widened and he grabbed Tenzi’s wrist. “We need to run!”

  Following his gaze, she saw the force collide with the crowd, cutting through them without resistance. Parker and Tenzi scrambled to their feet and ran toward the ship at the end of the pier. While Parker had never moved faster, he seemed be running in slow motion, the distance between him and the ship closing at an agonizingly slow pace. Until, finally, they reached it.

  “What’s happening?” Shashi called out from the rail.

  “Sol Polis is under attack.” Tenzi shouted. “Make ready to set sail!”

  Parker reached the plank first and ran up it, heading straight for the pilot deck. Behind him, Tenzi shouted.

  “I need Stein. Is he here?”

  “Yes. Below deck,” Joely replied.

  “Get him up here. Now!”

  Sailors scrambled about the ship, some untying it from the mooring while others began preparing the lines. Parker turned toward shore and found dozens of armed men charging the pier.

  Joely reappeared with Stein in tow, the latter rubbing sleep from his eyes.

  “Stein. We need to take down the pier before those men reach us.” Tenzi pointed toward the soldiers and Stein’s jaw dropped. Without a word, he ran down the plank.

  Parker unshouldered his bow and drew an arrow. He nocked it and prepared to fire. His gaze landed on Stein and found the man kneeling on the pier, tracing a rune with a chunk of glowstone. An explosion sent a thump into Parker’s chest as a wall of green flames blasted from the nearest ship. Again, flaming debris rained upon the pier and into the sea. Stein scrambled to his feet and ran up the plank as the enemy soldiers stormed down the pier. The moment Stein was on board, Shashi kicked the plank aside and it fell into the water. With its lines untied, New Horizons, the flagship of the Kalimar Navy, drifted from its mooring.

  “Climb the rigging!” Tenzi called orders as she scrambled to the quarterdeck. “Raise mainsails!” She turned to Parker. “I’ll steer. You shoot.”

  Nodding, he shifted away from the wheel and shot, the arrow arcing before it fell. A soldier in the vanguard stumbled to his knees and was bowled over by his companions. Another arrow launched as the rune on the dock began to glow a bright red. The rune pulsed while a third arrow found a target, striking a soldier who spun around and fell into the water. A fourth arrow struck an enemy soldier in the throat as the force reached the end of the pier. Archers stopped and raised bows toward the ship as the glow beneath them faded, the rune falling dark.

  In a violent blast, the closest half of the pier exploded, launching debris and bodies into the air. Parts of both rained into the sea while angry red energy crackled and sizzled in glowing bolts that arced across the broken pier and the surface of the water. The portion of the pier that lay closer to shore remained, as did the soldiers who hadn’t made it any further.

  As New Horizons gained speed and sailed out from Sol Polis, another explosion emerged from within the city. Based on its location, Parker surmised that the tower of flames came from the citadel. The city was lost. The capital of Kalimar had fallen in surprise attack. Again.

  Preface

  From the journals of Benedict Hedgewick

  Eighteen years have elapsed since The Horde was vanquished, the Ministry disbanded, and the Empire restored to the kingdoms of old. My inventions have changed people’s lives, but not to the extent I had hoped. The secrecy surrounding enchanting has limited the dreams I held for a different future. Unfortunately, our fears regarding the abuse of the magic are well founded. One look at my compatriot, Elias, would prove this point. Chaos is a thing to be feared as much as a power to be held in awe. This is why we train arcanists in the academy, while simultaneously denying the existence of Infusion.

  Still, the construction of the tower could never have happened without the assistance of magic. As a result, the Arcane Ward is a thing of wonder…and a home for the greatest secrets in Issalia. Most of the arcanists who had planned to live there have died or have moved on to live quiet lives. The tower remains largely empty as we seek the ideal individuals to fill it – those who have what is required to become Wardens. I will continue to do my part – to recruit, to train, to create, and to inspire the brilliance in our gadgeteers.

  Recent events have forced ICON to alter its tactics and to accelerate its plans. King Brock and the other rulers fear the power that has risen in the east and have enacted an edict that ICON responds to this new Empire with stealth and alacrity. I believe that even Brock underestimates what it is we face. The rumors frighten me, for inside me resides a deep-seated dread that my discoveries may be turned against us in a manner I had never anticipated. In preparation for such an event, we must prepare ourselves to face the worst.

  -Master Engineer, Benedict Hedgewick

  1

  Shame

  Shh, Cassilyn Talenz hushed her brother. I’m trying to listen.

  Fine, Brandt sent back to her as he stuck out his tongue.

  She sneered at him, her gaze locking with the green eyes that matched hers. Sunlight shone on his disheveled brown hair although his face remained darkened by the shadow of the castle. It would be mid-day soon, and that shadow would recede as the sun edged around the corner. While Brandt was technically her
twin, he appeared more of a twin to their father, possessing the same compact, athletic frame and a noticeable intensity in his eyes.

  Crouching, Cassie pushed her ear against the glass door again and listened. Although she couldn’t see through the curtain, she suspected that only four people occupied the room. Her father and General Budakis were a given. The others had recently arrived at the castle.

  “…lucky to escape.” Parker paused telling his story and the room fell silent for a moment. From her other ear, Cassie heard a starfetch tweeting from a tree in the courtyard below.

  Rather than Parker finishing his tale, Admiral Tenzi interjected.

  “As our ship sailed beyond the breakers, another ship pushed off from the other pier. We could see the silhouettes of sailors scurrying up the masts, working eagerly to unfurl the sails.” Tenzi’s tone grew somber. “Then, the ship exploded in a burst of green flame. I felt the thump of it in my chest, my stomach souring while flaming bodies flailed and fell into the sea. The flames burned bright orange even as the ship sank beneath the water.”

  Silence followed.

  Who would attack Sol Polis? Brandt’s voice rang in Cassie’s head.