Sorardia, the Tale of an Outcast, King, and Inventor

Chapter 13: Infiltration (Lostier)

The next day, we had chosen our factions to visit. I was to visit the Air Archers, Cleaver, the Wizard's Guild, and Phillip, the Lunar Halberdiers. I had already started packing to find the Archers, which were nomads according to the old texts, usually traveling around the most poor towns. I guess that's why Ciacoda was where the Air Archer's were, and how Keyton got captured. Well, time to start my search. I said goodbye to everyone there, except Cleaver and Fire, who both weren't there. Fire was still sleeping it seemed and Cleaver was already gone. I climbed onto my sleek, golden and brown speeder, named Aristotle after an old earth philosopher. "All fueled up?" I asked the workman at my speeder's area.

"Yes sir!" He replied. "Have a nice mission!" He waved and backed up. I saluted to everyone in a rather informal way, with two fingers, and started the solars. They're technically called solar engines but we just call them solars. Soon I was speeding away from the hanger bay, and starting along a certain pathway, called Merlin's Way, then onto the Field Comparas, meaning compass. The field was wide and had portals to every realm, each portal having a respective frame of architecture. The Imbirian portal had fake, unmoving flames around it, the Beautanian portal had tiny skyscrapers around it, the Argrenian portal having fake trees around it. Fortunately, every realm either has or shares, a portal field. Watoria, Svictoran, and Shadi share Comparas, Imbiria, Beautania, and Astronomia share the Field Maikas, meaning map, and Argenia and Bloodonia share the Field Atro, meaning Astrolabe. I sped through the to Imbiria first, feeling heat already as I went through the portal, feeling myself become one with Sorardia, then feeling myself return to solid ground. I felt tired as I always do after going through a portal. So I sat down, and did what I did every night before going to bed: giving myself scenarios and using my tactical knowledge to find good ways of victory. Usually I would start with identical soldiers against multiple types, using the soldiers to flank them, or just plow straight through them, so forth. Then I would go to the group of Legendari, using their strengths and weaknesses for the battle. My strength was one v one. Weakness, me verses more than one. That's why I usually pair myself up with Cleaver, him being more skilled at fighting multiples and weaker at dodging. He was a tank basically, not slow but not extremely fast either. He took more hits than dodged, and parried more hits than he took. Fire was better at assassinations, along with Ben, so I usually did the same thing with them: use them to flank on both sides. Fireeze was better at commanding troops, so I give him the strategies, he does the commanding. Amos and Eston, Eston being new to our forces rather than becoming a Legendari, were better at ranged, so they both led a squadron of railgunners. After finishing the scenarios I slept.

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I woke to the red sky of Imbiria, with Imbirians around me. "State your name, rank, and purpose!" One man said, likely the leader of the group.

"Lostier, tactician, I'm here to search for the Air Archers," I answered him.

"The Air Archers were here just yesterday. They headed towards Beautania this morning," his voice was rather familiar. "Now to more pressing matters...been a while eh Lostier?" Now I knew who it was.

          "It has been a while Ricor!" I exclaimed while getting up. Ricor was an old ally of mine, from my first task force. "I wasn't expecting to see you in the Imbirian militia!"

"Well after the force broke up, I was basically without work," he stated. "So I decided to go to the only place that the king allows a military: here,"

          "Ah. It makes sense!" I replied.

          "Well I invite you to stay a while!" He declared. "Perhaps come meet some of my crew and my new tactician!"