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  The Regnant

  The World of Geoe, Volume 2

  Shawn McGee

  Published by Assetstor, 2022.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  THE REGNANT

  First edition. November 7, 2022.

  Copyright © 2022 Shawn McGee.

  ISBN: 979-8215545201

  Written by Shawn McGee.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Argrenn’s Spell Book

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  This book is dedicated to my wife who supported me, and listened to questions all year despite not liking fantasy.

  Chapter 1

  My head swirled and I fell backward into my chair in confusion. Where am I?

  Home. I was in my new home in my new city of Sardyna on my new planet of Geoe. My living room wavered into focus and I ran my fingers over the blue cloth of my chair. I placed my chair here since it gave me views of both doors and both main rooms. Both front and back doors remained shut. My magical fires, cast from two Fistful of Fire spells, burned in the open hearth that separated this room from the kitchen.

  Why did I stand?

  Talindra called out from her office, “Honey?”

  I made sure my voice sounded calm, then replied, “One sec. I got dizzy.”

  “Me, too.”

  I placed my hand on the wall, steadied myself to a standing position, and circled into the hallway. Two steps around the corner and I stepped into her office. She sat in her chair, a book laying open on the floor. Her plate armor sat displayed on its mannequin, but she still wore her sword on her side. I grabbed the book, Religious Spells in Combat, and placed it on the desk. “Are you okay now?”

  She held her desk with both hands. “It’s just...” She didn’t finish, but her eyes focused on me and she released her desk.

  I offered her my hand. “Let’s go upstairs and check on Kitara.”

  Kitara had the upstairs of the house we rented from Innkeeper Braun. We followed the stringent requirements Sardyna enforced upon adventurers, Knights of Honor, and Sardyna University mages. The strangest rule dictated that Talindra and I had to spend a minimum of two hundred gold every month on living expenses inside the city.

  Stepping outside, I noted that Naomi, my hawk cast with Magical Friend, sat in a tree across the street, watching our front door. Skirting the porch, we jogged up the wooden stairs, where I knocked on the door.

  Talindra reached around me and entered, calling out, “Kitara? Are you okay?”

  I followed her into the kitchen, where Scruffles, Kitara’s owl, cast with Mage’s Ally, watched us pass.

  “I’m in here,” he yelled from his living room. We followed his voice to find him picking up broken glass from the floor. Looking up as we entered, he sniffled with tears in his eyes. “These damn things,” he placed his hands on his breasts, “I thought they’d be the best part about turning into a chick, but they get in the way.”

  Talindra put her hand on my shoulder and nodded gently. “You go downstairs, I’ll help Kitara.”

  “Wow, neither of you brought a pad. Something is wrong.” He wiped his eyes. Kitara had handled the surprising change into a woman’s body well. Today looked like an exception to his normally stoic nature.

  Although we looked the same age as Kitara in these new bodies, I had the benefit of thirty years of marriage to Talindra that taught me she could help him more than I could right now.

  I did a quick check of my gear. My robe and staff were in my bedroom with that annoying sash. I picked up the bandolier and slipped it over my arm so that it snapped into place on top of my required noble silks and furs. My position as team leader for the Guardian Knights, a mage with the Master of Materials title, and a researcher at Sardyna University dictated my clothing. My bandolier held the squares for my keys, spell books, my game pad, and other holding slots.

  As I finished positioning the sash, Daisidian and Marick entered the house with Gormesh. A year ago, having three friends—a halfling, a blue-tinted elf, and a half-orc—would have seemed preposterous.

  “You can stop freaking out, OG,” said Daisidian. He landed on the other side of the room in his favorite chair.

  “We wanted to warn you,” said Marick, “but they jumped the gun.” He sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed two oranges, tossing one to Daisidian.

  I inhaled deeply and collected myself. Talindra and the rest of the team were safe. A few even breaths later, my panic had subsided. “Who jumped what gun?”

  “Where are Talindra and Kitara?” asked Gormesh. His half-orc tusks rose with the question. It’s too bad they hid his smile. Gormesh had convinced me to invest in the Worlds Project back on Earth, which had played a key role in why Talindra and I were on Geoe instead of on a Vrelth slave ship.

  “They’re upstairs. Talindra is helping Kitara clean up some glass.”

  Gormesh rubbed his tusks and sat. He positioned his pad to project onto the wall. To test it, he projected the Guardian Knights’ marketing photo. Talindra stood in the middle in her full paladin armor with her blue-flame sword in one hand and her shield with our heraldry in the other. Kitara stood on her left, holding magical green smoke and a longsword. Marick was on Talindra’s right in his rust-orange lamellar armor, wielding a mace and boasting a golden glow in his other hand. I was pictured levitating behind Talindra, ice in one hand and fire in the other. Daisidian performed a split in front of the group, flashing daggers in his grip. Naomi, my hawk, and Scruffles, Kitara’s owl, flew over my shoulders. The Guardian Knights appeared in bold letters in the blue and green of Earth.

  Over-the-top marketing was used to get the propaganda to help Earth.

  “OG, last month I agreed with you that healing potions were a better use of the money than paintings, furniture, and a friendly house. But I changed my mind.” Daisidian’s knife quartered his orange, and the knife disappeared.

  “True,” agreed Marick. “Coming here is like walking into my house. It’s always warm, has food, and you two are always happy to see me.”

  “Don’t get used to furniture. Braun and Talindra are redecorating,” I said.

  Talindra and Kitara strode in with blank faces, Talindra carrying two heavy steel chairs from the kitchen. When I had created my character, I hadn’t realized they used my DNA to build this new body. I had gone from a normal-strength fifty-seven-year-old to a wimpy twenty-one-year-old. I couldn’t lift either, never mind carry them.

  “It’s going to be lovely, and we won’t need kitchen chairs when everyone is over,” said Talindra.

  Kitara waved at the others. It was obvious he had cried, but everyone pretended otherwise.

  “Sorry for the short notice. You’ve all lost your memories of the last two weeks,” said Gormesh.

  I scanned through my memories from since we destroyed the signal blocker and killed Avaris. We’d ridden back, and I’d had Avaris’ heart in my pouch. I never stopped touching it, with the wood skewering it. I had cut it out of his defeated body before I blew the cavern. The explosion had destroyed the remnants of the signal blocker and Avaris’ crypt. Then... A pain shot through my head and down my spine.

  “Please don’t force the memories,” said Gormesh. He tried to sigh, but from a half-orc, it sounded like water over gravel.

  “Thanks for testing that for us, honey,” said Talindra. She gave my arm a playful squeeze.

  “You waited to see if it killed me?”

  “OG, nothing can kill you with all of us here,” said Daisidian. He put the last quarter of orange in his mouth and looked around the room with a huge orange peel smile to get a laugh.

  I chuckled, not at the orange but at his comment, because, as fanciful as that sounded, it had proven accurate.

  Gormesh grinned. “All your activities still happened. Kitara, all the business items you took care of are still done, and the presentation Argrenn helped you with on Salas Keep is complete.”

  “Thanks, Argrenn. That made me nervous,” said Kitara.

  He continued, “Marick healed quite a few refugees. Talindra, you studied with the Knights of Honor and remember the training. Daisidian, the young lady remembers the time you spent together and you keep the knowledge gained about the gnome airships.”

  “What?” exclaimed Kitara.

  Daisidian held his hands in front of him. “It’s not like that.”

  Marick waved both his hands. “I’m vouching for Daisidian. They’re friends and talk about the airships when her ship is home for maintenance.”

  Kitara looked mollified, and we didn’t have an explosive issue.

  “Long story short—you exceeded everyone’s expectations, and the game rules require you to be rewarded along with a game rebalance.” Gormesh looked excited a
nd pressed a button on his screen. “This is the advertisement sent to planetary broadcasters. Each broadcaster fills in pertinent information.”

  Meet the Guardian Knights, the newest Sword and Sorcery sensation from Geoe. Watch them live as they attempt their most difficult dungeon yet.

  Gormesh played the ad shown to planets with humans and Earth refugees. Over-the-top fighting and sensationalized angles made us appear formidable.

  “Gormesh, I can tell this is big news,” I said, “but I don’t have any basis for comparison.”

  “The Sardyna signal couldn’t broadcast for the past three months. They advertised this live broadcast to trillions of Milky Way residents. This could boost your viewership higher than we hoped.”

  I could conceptualize a trillion atoms and a trillion stars, but a trillion sentient beings made no sense to me. The laws of large numbers helped me. Tell me a thousand people watched me and I’d be nervous. Conceptualizing a trillion views was impossible.

  “So, no pressure,” joked Kitara.

  “Oh, no. Incredible pressure,” said Gormesh. “If this falls flat, they cancel Sardyna.”

  “How can we make this a success?” I asked.

  “Same thing as on Earth. Drama, sex, violence, visceral scenes, and humor.”

  I fought the urge to wink at Talindra and say something inappropriate. Instead, I said, “We will do our best. Any other changes?”

  “Yes. As a personal reward, you will each receive a missive about family members. Also, adventurers may not buy explosives.” He grinned, spreading his tusks and stretching the bottom of his mouth so the brown disappeared and his skin looked green. “The Vrelth lost unrecoverable equipment in that crypt.”

  Explosives guaranteed destruction of Vampire crypts. Since the Vrelth empowered the Vampires to break the rules of the game, we had to destroy their crypts.

  “The Vrelth must have bargained for something else,” said Kitara.

  “Bet,” said Marick.

  “The major concession to the Vrelth, after the explosives ban, changed who decides the Battle of Champions participants. The city’s leaders make the final decision.”

  “Sardyna supports us. That makes so little sense it bothers me,” said Marick.

  “Marick’s paranoia is taking root. It’s going to team up with OG’s paranoia and grow to become a cryptid!”

  “Wait, Marick is right. Sardyna gets over a quarter of its direct revenue from the game,” said Talindra. “That’s before a team makes it to the Battle of Champions.”

  “It’s almost half, if you consider all the citizens employed by the game. But if we make it to the Battle of Champions, Sardyna’s revenue would double,” added Kitara.

  Daisidian threw the remnants of his orange away and cartwheeled back into his chair. “That’s what I meant. Marick had a reasonable concern.”

  Gormesh slid his tusks back and forth on his lip and packed his items. “It makes little sense to us as well. Keep your eyes open. But we have huge game news.”

  The energy in the room paused, and the team stopped relaxing and leaned forward. We had to play the game on Geoe, but we’d had zero game news since we landed.

  “Worlds Project disqualified the team from New Connacht and New Connacht is no longer an allowed qualifying city.” Gormesh leaned back as if that sentence meant anything to us.

  “Team Renewal... they had the other mage from Earth, didn’t they?” Kitara moved the bracelets up his arm and tapped on his pad.

  “Yes. Liam Cassidy is a wildmage who specializes in magnetism and electricity. He has matched Argrenn level for level.”

  “We should meet,” I said. “Two humans from Earth who master Geoe’s magic must have common ground.”

  “Ummm,” growled Gormesh.

  “Bad idea Argrenn,” said Kitara. He tapped his pad again. “The Vrelth brought that team here.”

  My head spun. The Vrelth attacked Earth and was systematically eliminating the last of the resistance and putting humans on slaving ships. We were here to drum up propaganda to get allies to help Earth.

  “We should forget about them for now. All five spots to qualify for the Battle of Champions are still in play, and the Guardian Knights are in fifth place.”

  The Battle of Champions was critical to our strategy. Our few billions of views were a niche market in an area the size of the galaxy. However, trillions of beings watched the Battle of Champions. If we showed humans were noble and able to fight for ourselves, we could sway the other human-based planets and planets allied to humans to help defend Earth.

  “We haven’t even started trying to qualify,” exclaimed Daisidian.

  “Bet,” said Marick. “When we kick this off, we’ll be in first.”

  “Team,” Gormesh turned off the projection and spoke with a slow, metered pace. “The Vrelth promised the other cities that Sardyna would not qualify a team while they ran the area. They still run the area, and troop transport ships are loading in Ardvente.”

  “Nice, play the game and fight a war,” said Talindra.

  “What I’m trying to say it that cities depend on the game money, and if you qualify for the Battle of Champions, cities that planned to win that money will not receive it. Expect some dirty play incoming.”

  We were up against the Vrelth, playing a game we barely understood, in a war zone of a city we needed to defend, and now other teams needed to cheat to beat us. Our situation became so ludicrous I couldn’t contain my laughter.

  “While my husband laughs, how close are the cheaters?”

  Kitara tapped his pad. “In the game, the closest city is Lutetia. Oh look, they called out Argrenn.”

  “Let’s ignore that,” said Gormesh, but his sigh of water over gravel continued as I pulled out my pad.

  I read the news, found the ‘call-out,’ and laughed harder. “This idiot could have called me out as a poor leader, even said I was a jerk or that I was lucky my entire team is strong enough to carry me. I agree with those statements. Instead, he calls me a fraud. He made fun of my magic, the only area I dominate Geoe. What a putz. I would love to meet this Witch Brencis and show him how a fraud could put him six feet under.”

  “That comment was ill-advised,” said Marick.

  Kitara held up his pad and his colorful bracelets slid to his elbow. “Wow, Argrenn, your response is already on the news.”

  Daisidian jumped up. “They even have a link to Earth terms to define putz.”

  I chuckled again. I forgot they filmed us twenty-four-seven, except in a few circumstances.

  “Lutetia wasn’t likely to be an ally. Don’t make fun of other teams for the rest of the day.” Gormesh packed up his pad and the papers in his satchel. “One more thing—enjoy Gaming Day. The holiday marks the day the war with the Vrelth ended on Geoe and this world became run with the current laws. And, also, do not read this.” He dropped a packed on an end table. “It’s a breakdown given to the other teams of your weaknesses and strengths made by professional game watchers.”

  Gormesh walked out in silence. Whether it was the folder or the upcoming battles to prepare for was a mystery.

  Talindra stood up and clapped her hands. “Let’s cook lunch and eat together. Argrenn, move your fires to the center of the hearth.”

  “Let me help cook,” said Marick.

  Nobody looked at the packet, though the temptation was strong. I wanted to burn that packet in my fires.

  After I recast two larger Fistful of Fire, I walked into the backyard. We had a nice porch with a couple of old chairs. I had too much on my mind and needed the space to sort through it all. The war coming to Sardyna, new enemies, but worse, the memory wipe reminded me we’d almost lost to Avaris. To win, I had drunk a dangerous potion. Dean Jarlenteria told me, in no uncertain terms, that drinking a second potion removed the barrier between me and other planes. The barrier between myself and the plane of planar material thinned.

  It wasn’t just my life I played with. If I broke the barrier between me and the plane of planar material, an archmage would need to find me and close the portal. Dean Jarlenteria had said that in the time it would take her to find me and close it, Sardyna would no longer exist.

  The main thought that bothered me was that my pompous title, “Master of Materials,” didn’t come with usable combat powers like everyone else’s did. Talindra could throw her shield and block any shot on a teammate within line of sight. Since I could move rocks, it was possible I didn’t understand my power, but now, we had a battle coming up and I needed to see if it was usable. I had to explore what little power there was that came with the title, see if I could refine it, weaponize it.