All The Skills - A Deckbuilding LitRPG

Book 4 Chapter 12: New Party Member?

Come morning, there was a knock at the door.

Arthur snorted awake, confused, because he didnt remember falling asleep. Embarrassingly, he suspected he had slipped off while speaking to Brixaby. Hustling the displaced kids and annoyed Sheriffs out of his room had taken some time, and hed been suffering backlash from the 20 Point Spree card.

Brixaby, whod been sleeping by Arthurs bed, popped his head up with narrowed eyes to the door. Who dares disturb my rest?

A quiet, yet firm voice on the other side replied, Dragon rider? Are you up?

Brixaby and Arthur exchanged a look.

I dont sound like that, Arthur muttered, threw back the thin hospital blankets, and stood. He didnt realize until he was on his feet that felt quite a bit stronger. That was good because hed felt as weak as a kitten before.

And he was back to being as poor as a stray cat.

All of the Rare shards that had been grudgingly awarded to him and Brixaby for saving the children had been instantly snapped up by the hospital as payment for his healing costs. Those had been incredibly excessive he was certain that some of the fees had been made up on the spot. For example, having his own room for healing had been a Rare shard all by itself just for the night.

But as he had been trapped in a hospital bed, he hadnt been in a position to object. He was just glad that Brixaby had eaten as many card shard as he had on the sly back in the dead lands, not counting the Rare card that was still with Marion though he half-suspected the prince would put it into his heart. The temptation to stop the ache must be terrible.

All this flashed through his mind as he stepped to the door. Opening it, he was surprised to see the suspicious girl from glad night standing on the other side.

Now that he wasnt threatened by oncoming scourgelings or suffering backlash, he had a second chance to look at her. She was tall for a woman, about his height with dark hair and dark eyes, and a deep tan. It looked like shed finally had some access to cleaning facilities because Arthur spotted freckles under the tan.

She was pretty, though in a completely different way than Cressida.

Even though her eyes were still narrowed in suspicion.

Can I come in? she asked, one step from a demand.

Yes, Arthur said, but just to warn you, my dragon is in here too, and hes very protective. A silent warning that she had better not threaten him.

She nodded once, and though her expression didnt change on seeing Brixaby again, there was a slight stutter in her step. Shed seen him last night, of course, but she likely had her hands full with all the crying, semi-hysterical children.

Closing the door, Arthur turned. How can I help you? he asked, pointedly. That had been a trick hed picked up from Valentina. Technically, as a Legendary rider, people should and did fall over themselves to try to help him and get into his good graces. So, it put people on the wrong foot when Arthur asked if he could help them, instead. It was a polite request to forget whatever fluff theyd come up with to butter him up and get right to the point, instead.

She took a breath. I wanted to apologize for my my attitude back in the deadened lands, she said quickly, as if it pained her to speak the words. You were a true hero, and I didnt think those existed anymore outside of childrens stories. I thought you were working some angle, but I could hear the scourgelings outside and I didnt have much of a choice. Her chin lifted. But I should have trusted you. You kept your word, and more. You got us all out to safety without losing any of the little uns, and I didnt think that would be possible.

While the words were pretty, it was all said quick and clipped as if she hated every second of it.

Youre welcome, Arthur said, watching her. I was glad to help.

She nodded once as if having checked off a box from her list. Also, I wanted to know where you bought your dragon egg.

There it was: The real reason why shed come, he thought stifling a smile.

I didnt buy him he started but was overridden by Brixaby.

All of the highest noble scions and people of importance had come to witness my hatching. I merely picked the cream of the crop. He sat up to his full height of nearly six feet, his tail tucked primly around his claws.

Yes well, Arthur said, Thats one way to look at it. He looked at the girl. I come from well, we just call it The Kingdom, but you call it the Faberge Kingdom. We dont buy dragon eggs the dragons pick their riders. Mostly, he added, thinking sourly of the Kings threats. He didnt expand on that, and just went on, quickly, to outline the system of dragon hives and how it was needed to take on the kingdoms scourgeling eruptions.

Her eyes grew rounder as he went on, though it wasnt from fear, it was from excitement.

When you go back, can I go with you? she asked, breathlessly. I can pay my way, come then. In the meantime, I can help whatever chores you need to have happen.

Arthur hesitated. Brixaby extended his neck toward her. She backed a half-step before she mastered herself and stood still while he gave her a quick sniff over.

You have no cards. Youd be useless less than useless, youd be a burden.

This will be after the reshuffling, right? I wont be a burden then. Ill have cards to my name maybe even a full deck, she said boldly in a way that told Arthur she had no idea how extraordinary that was.

Lets back up a step, Arhtur said. I dont even know your name.

Soledad Boudreaux, she said, If it helps, I come from the Boudreaux house in Nawlens.

That meant nothing to Arthur. Okay, what about the kids. Your siblings? Youd be leaving them behind.

Soledad made an impatient gesture. None of those littles are my siblings. I was just traveling with the wagons, and as the oldest unmarried girl I was put in charge. But theyre safe now. Most have been reunited with their parents those whore left. And She shrugged. The rest who lost both parents were put in city foster house. I saw them last night. Theyre clean and will be well cared for and will probably be given cards when theyre old enough. Its better than what any of them could have expected.

She seemed to be a hard person at heart, but it was something Arthur recognized. She was hard in the same way the village borderland families had to be in a place where death was common and kids were a burden until they were old enough to help out in the dragon soil fields.

He didnt necessarily like her, but he did understand her.

So, you have nobody? he pressed. The kingdom I come from is across the world. Youd be leaving everyone behind.

No, I She paused, eyes narrowing again. I guess youre new here, so you wouldnt have heard. Nawlens was all run over by our dark heart. The authorities said they were keeping a close eye on it and were just waiting for it to ripen to its peak. Maybe they did and it just exploded out before anyone could do anything. I think they were just drunk and corrupt, she muttered. Not that it mattered. Most people lost everything.

Arthur winced. He could imagine it easily: An eruption right in the middle of the city and with no dragons to battle the scourgelings back. What happened after that?

It took months to knock it down, but the land is poisoned. Its pretty much turning into deadened lands now. The rich got themselves out first, and whatever people are left tried to hang on but we cant stop the rot. Its everywhere.

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No dragon soil, Brixaby muttered in his and Arthurs language.

Soledad went on. Now, anyone who can load a cart is getting out. I said Id keep an eye on all the little kids, and thats how I got my ticket out. Now Im here, and its time I start a new life. I got no one left back there everyone who survived the dark heart started getting taken by the rot.

Hed been wondering what would send people across the deadened lands. That would do it.

Im sorry, Arthur said. I lost as sister to the rot.

She shook her head, rejecting all pity. Yeah, but you can face down those creatures. I heard people talk. Those were a big pack of Rares out there, and you still got us all out. I want that. And I want to be able to fly.

She looked at Brixaby as if he were a useful vehicle instead of a living, breathing creature. He supposed that was fair. Brixaby was looking at her as if she might have a seed of usefulness to him, too. Buried way deep down below.

Im not saying yes, Arthur said, Or even maybe. There are complications.

Like what? she asked.

For one thing, I have no way of getting back to the kingdom right now. Im hoping after the reshuffling Ill be able to buy a portal back, if thats even possible, if thats where I need to go next, he thought. For another, even if I could, Brixaby is only large enough to carry me. Though we might be able to arrange something else by then.

Brixaby added, Dragons choose their riders, and they will not care about your sad story. They choose depending on if a card in your heart is compatible with their core card.

Arthur picked up his point. So, you may want to think about what kind of card you want, because that will determine the type of dragon. And youll need to be able to speak my language because no one speaks Texan over there

He was stocked by a knock on the door.

Now what? Brixaby demanded. More useless children come to beg their way into my retinue?

I wont be useless for long, Soledad said.

He narrowed his blood red eyes at her. Well see.

The knock came again. Arthur answered it, figuring it was probably the healer come to check on him, and boot him out of the room now he was on his feet again.

But he was surprised once more. It was Marion, loaded down with a tray overflowing with food. Arthur spotted at least two small, round loaves of bread, one of which seemed to be cut out and stuffed with chili. There were squares of some yellow, crumbly biscuits, and glasses of water that were worryingly brown.

Came for lunch, he said then stopped. I didnt know you had company.

A visitor, Arthur said, unsure if he should pretend he didnt know Marion or not.

Marion decided it for him.

And who are you then? he asked, setting down the tray and adjusting his glasses to look the girl up and down.

Soledad Boudreaux. Whore you?

They call me Marion, he said blandly.

Shes one of the Arthur started to say, kids but changed it because Soledad looked close to his age, survivors from yesterday.

I heard about that. Sending wagons across the deadlands. He shook his head. Perilous.

Soledad held herself tight as if bracing against criticism. Its worse where I came from. You want my advice? You watch your dark heart here like a hawk watches a mouse.

Oh, Im assured that they are. But I think its for greed rather than anything else, Marion drawled. They want it right at the point of eruption apparently when its just stuffed full of magic. Then Marion noticed that both Arthur and Soledad were staring fixedly at the tray hed brought it. Well, dig in. Try the drink, first. They call it sweet tea, here. I dont think its good for your teeth, but Im no healer yet.

Arthur broke the yellow cake thing first and gave half to Soledad. It was indeed a biscuit but incredibly sweet on his tongue.

Marion grinned at his expression. Yes, they put sugar in everything here, even the cornmeal. I love it.

Are you from another city-state? Soledad asked. You dont have cornbread there?

I come from the Faberge Kingdom.

Like Arthur?

Marion glanced at him, then shrugged. Yes.

She wants to be a dragon rider, Arthur explained.

Right now, she is cardless and wouldnt attract a Common yellow, Brixaby snorted. He slunk over and stole one of the round bread loaves and started tearing it up into easy chunks, popping them in his mouth as neatly as a person would.

I dont care what it is, as long as it has wings and can fight, Soledad said.

Arthur, whod taken up the other loaf and saw it had been filled with chili like a bowl, took up a spoon then looked at her. Maybe shell get a red, you think? They like to fight?

He found Marion gazing at her speculatively. I was always rather bad at guessing what people get, though I suppose she should aim for an elemental combat card. He explained for her benefit, When a card especially a first card is inserted into your heart, you sort of grow around it.

That pinged something in Arthurs mind, but it was gone before he could chase it down.

Well, I want something that can fight, whatever it is, Soledad insisted.

Any dragon can fight, Arthur said. I have a friend who has a pink meta dragon and well, she has a poison aspect now, but shes killed more than Brix and I combined. I have another who has a yellow and can permanently blind you with some weird invisible light. There are a lot of ways to be dangerous.

So, youd rather be a dragon rider than fight like the adventurers here? Marion asked.

Arthur turned to him. How do they do it here?

Body modification cards, for the most part, he said with an air of distaste. Fairly extreme ones, too. Some of them are barely recognizable as human. They have to have specialist healers look at them when theyre injured because their bodies dont even work the same way.

I often thought most humans could use some adjustment, Brixaby said, then clarified, Though not Arthur, unless he gains wings. Though now that I can carry us both, that is less of a problem. Arthur, hand me a glass of that sweet tea. I will try it.

Well, whatever, Soledad muttered, around her own bowl of chili shed taken. Id rather fly on anything, any color, than fight in the city-state way.

Ah yes, Ive heard about the government card loans, Marion said with a wince.

She snorted her agreement.

Fill me in? Arthur asked. Id heard they pay a steep price, but is it that bad?

Its that bad, Marion confirmed. Every child of age gets a card its a requirement not to get the rot around here, and youve seen the cost of getting healed up. But not only is the initial cost high, many people can barely read or write and dont understand what compound interest is.

I dont know what that is, Soledad said, But I dont like going into debt.

Then youve got good instincts. Marions voice was unusually warm. Arthur shot him a look, and found he was gazing at Soledad again.

She continued. Yeah, the cost for healing is crazy they found rot spots on my lungs last night from the crossing. I had to pay four Rare shards to get it taken care of. I dont got it, of course, but theyre going to give me three months to pay them back. Then the interest starts. She seemed more annoyed than concerned about this, but Arthur thought that might be one of the reasons why she was so eager to get out of the city-state.

Marion nodded. Ive heard that type of story before. Though, he added, the pay for healers is quite good. Thats probably done so they dont open their own practice and make a bundle just by charging a little less.

Arthur shook his head. Healing is free where Im from unless youre born as a serf under an uncaring noble and its not available at all.

Marion gave him an odd look, but then shrugged. Or you bond to some purple Common and youre relegated to a rescue squad for the rest of your life.

They call those squads the Lobos, back in my hive, Arthur said. I never thought rescue duty would bad.

Good thing you ended up with a purple, Marion drawled.

Soledads eyebrows rose and she looked at Brixaby doubtfully. Purple? You mean, the cracks between his scales?

I transcend purple, Brixaby told her.

Brix is a little special, Arthur said.

Which reminds me, now that youve eaten. Marion pulled out a thick envelope from his vest. The wax seal on the front was broken. This came from the Over-sheriff. She said you need to see it right away.

Annoyed, Arthur snatched it from him. Then why didnt you deliver it? And why did you read it?

Marion didnt bother to deny the last part. Healers orders. Closing a wound like yours takes a lot of energy, and you needed to eat first.

And the seal?

Marion looked at him over his glasses. I was curious, Arthur. You cant expect me not to read everything in sight.

Rolling his eyes, Arthur took out the message and read. It was short the thick aspect came from the fairly expensive envelope and paper it had been printed on. He read through it, though it took him a few more seconds than usual to parse out the unfamiliar language.

What is it? Brixaby asked, when he could stand the silence no longer.

It looks like the sheriffs are putting together a group of adventurers to take care of the Rares, Arthur said. Were to lead them to where we were attacked.

And, naturally, hunt for them ourselves, Brixaby added.

Arthur smiled tightly but didnt say anything as he folded the envelope. Soledad looked on with envy.

Make sure you dont do it for free, Marion said. Remember: Everything has a price here.

Oh, I dont intend to, Arthur said.

He already knew what he was doing to ask sheriff Walker to go back out there again.