Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Erick and Jane stepped into Al and Savral’s apartment.

Savral chopped up vegetables before adding them to the skillet. A roast was already in the oven, practically done. He had been cooking a dinner large enough for everyone, including Guildmaster Mog, who was currently sitting in the living room talking with Al. She was looking as good as ever with her short black hair and muscly arms, but she also looked a bit run down. She had seen better days.

She was saying, “It’s just tough, you know?”

Erick said, “Smells great, Savral. Thanks for the invite.”

“It’ll taste great, too,” he said, with a smirk.

Al turned to see Erick. “And the last person arrives!” He almost looked like he could laugh, but there was a pall in the air. “I got a messenger from Ulrick Ulrick a bit ago. He wants to snatch you up.”

Erick smiled. “I think you’re stuck with me, Al. Don’t know if I’ll ever get to Scion of Focus though, not without killing some monsters, and we all know how that almost turned out.” The gloom in the air returned, as almost-smiles turned to flat grimaces. Erick walked toward the living room, Jane following. “I heard today was bad.”

Al frowned, but not at Erick. Mog stilled.

A professional facade overcame Mog. “Six rookies were killed today. All of them over level 20. Seven assistants from the Mage guild lost their lives. The Guard is maintaining the quarantine but that’s about all they can do; the shadowcats are constantly testing our frontlines. Merit is easily holding her own, so I don’t feel an incursion into the rest of Spur is possible, but it’s also not possible to dislodge the shadowcats from their various hideouts without more firepower. I would like to believe that they’ve been living there for a long time, because the alternative is worse. Shadow tunnels are everywhere.” She paused as she broke her facade. She asked Al, “How was that?”

Al said, “Silverite will tear you a new one, but you’ll survive. No one expected multiple cats.”

Mog sighed, and then stood. “I can’t stay for dinner. I have—”

“Now wait a minute.” Al said, “You need to eat, too.”

“I’ll get something on the way. I can’t do this right now. I thought I could, but I can’t.” She turned to Savral. “Thanks for the invite.” She turned to Al. “I’m going back out there.”

Savral said, “Wait wait.” He pulled the roast out of the oven. It was as thick as an orcol thigh and roasted brown. He sliced off an inch thick cut, the knife slipping right through the bone in the center. One quick pluck and Savral pulled out the bone, and with two more quick actions, the dripping meat was soaking two slices of bread on each side. “Here.” He handed the hot sandwich to Mog.

Erick was impressed by both Savral’s speed and also how damn sharp that knife must be.

Mog smiled small, taking the sandwich. “Thanks, Savral.”

“Anytime, Guildmaster.”

Al added, “You stay safe out there, Mog.”

Mog nodded, blowing on the hot sandwich as she stepped down the stairs. In a moment, Erick saw her on the street outside. The sandwich vanished in two bites. A little after that, she was out of sight. Savral let the roast rest on the counter while he tossed vegetables in an oiled skillet, making sure they were caramelized just a bit, but soon, dinner was served.

Ten minutes into dinner, Erick stuck his two-tined fork into a not-potato, and paused. A question had been percolating in his mind since he saw Mog. He asked, “How bad was it?”

Savral instantly argued, “It wasn’t that bad. Yes. People died. Yes. Mog is in some deep shit since this happened inside the city and she and Merit have never gotten along. But if you ask me, the people who died today only died because those people got cocky—” He quickly added, pointing his finger at Erick and then Jane, “But I never said that. Okay?”

“Understood.” Jane asked, “How did people die, anyway? I saw the preparation that went into the operation. It seemed like overkill, but it obviously wasn’t. You guys had maps and plans and routes and sections. It all seemed very professional, like this was not your first time doing this.”

“These sorts of things happen.” Al said, “Spur is only half-populated, so there’s lots of room for monsters to hide. That said, I’m not sure how three cats managed to hide for this long. Or how so many people managed to get themselves killed.”

Savral said, “I only know for sure about one of the teams. Cerulean Sky. They were formed a few months ago and had spent all that time honing their tactics in the Crystal Forest. They should never have gone against a known shadowcat without spending at least a month in Ar’Kendrithyst. Everyone else in the kill squads had that kind of knowledge. Cerulean Sky fucked up. They left their back lines exposed, their mages didn’t have enough HP, they didn’t set up enough wards. The whole team didn’t account for basic Dead City strategy.”

Jane said, “I talked to them in the beginning of the day. They set up multiple fallback points. Everyone did, all over the place, all in accordance with the plans. Every mage I talked to had put on a full strength personal ward hours ahead of time.”

“And that’s the crux of the problem, isn’t it? The plan was fine for one shadowcat. No one is going to fault Mog for that. But when the other two appeared... When was it? Just after noon? Everyone should have changed tactics. We did. Cerulean Sky did not. They expected their defenses to be there waiting for them, but a shadowcat’ll send two wolves to fight against each other in those fallback points, and then there won’t be a fallback point because the wolves hurt each other to kill the emplaced [Ward]. Shadowcats are smart enough to pick their battles; they likely saw that Cerulean Sky was full of untested rookies.” Savral said, “That’s what I heard and saw, anyway. I believe it’s the truth. Not sure what happened to the other teams that lost people... Dark Bloom, though? That team is full of overconfident idiots, but they’ve spent years plundering Ar’Kendrithyst. I don’t know how they lost three mage guild people. No one knows. Zago is furious. There’s going to be an inquiry there, for sure.”Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

Erick said, “I was thinking about taking a destruction request, but...”

Al instantly said, “I don’t think you should. Shadowcats are smart. A single cat is a 1000g Kill Quest. You don’t even have a fortification destruction skill yet, do you?”

“I’m two thoughts away from [Stoneshape].”

“Even still.” Al shook his head. “Three shadowcats.”

Erick frowned. “If they’re so smart, why aren’t we talking to them?”

Savral held back a laugh. Al glared at Savral. Jane looked curious.

Jane said, “I’d also like to know the answer to that.”

Savral glared at Jane. Then he relented, and said, “Technically we could, but they’d use the opportunity to ambush us. There are two outcomes here: either you join the long and well documented list of people who died talking to the shadows, or they’d use you, and you would end up killing the rest of us. In human culture, talking to monsters is a major crime because it’s usually provable that your interaction has led to at least one death.”

Al added, “The rads inside of their monstrous bodies drive them to eat and grow by either eating other monsters, or eating people. There’s no middle ground. Even people who can’t constantly disperse their own rads will turn into monsters. They’re all people eaters, every last one.”

Erick stared at his meal. He almost lost his appetite, but he was way too hungry and tired to give up a meal. He said, “Well that’s enough about that. I guess I won’t be taking a destruction job.”

Jane let out a long, relieved sigh. She smiled.

Dinner resumed. Erick got through half of his dinner before he called it quits. There was too much food. It was great food, but there was too much. Savral was a great cook.

And then Erick asked about enchanting, questioning what he had seen Ulrick do with a small rhyme and some rads in a magic circle. That started a whole long conversation where Savral hated mandatory item pricing, Al said that the prices had to be that way, and Jane was only interested in how enchanting wasn’t a skill in the Script.

“Yeah!” Erick said, excited. “It’s like it’s real magic.”

Savral phhbtt’d. Al glared at his son.

+3 ability points.

Good use of the basic underlying nature of the physical world, but let’s try something a bit more original next time, shall we?

—Rozeta, Dragon Goddess of the Script

Erick laid there, reading the boxes in front of him, trying not to move too much, or breathe too deep.

“Ah?” Al’s voice carried from across the room. A book closed. “You’re awake. Here, let me...”

A gentle light enveloped Erick, and the pain lessened. A vice loosened from around his skull. His skin was no longer on fire every time he breathed. He shuddered, and felt better.

Erick groaned, “Is it supposed to hurt this much?” He mentally pushed the boxes away, accepting what they had to say. “Points are nice, though.”

Al laughed. He touched a metal rod to Erick’s leg. A warm glow passed through his body, exactly like before. The pain receded, but did not go away. It was manageable now, though; that was better than nothing. Erick sat up. The rod in Al’s hands looked familiar.

“That’s one of Ulrick’s rods.”

“He does good work. I’ve had this one in my collection for a few years. Hardly ever used it until today, and then ten charges. Poof! How are you feeling?”

“Like I fell out of the sky, but worse.”

“Hungry?” Al got up and moved into the kitchen. “Savral made sandwiches out of last night’s leftovers. You’re probably starving.”

He was starving. Now that Al mentioned it, Erick’s stomach grumbled with hunger. “How long have I been out?” Erick looked outside. A great black stain marred the broken top floor of the tower in the distance. “Uh.”

“Almost a full day. What’s your spell called?”

Erick willed the box to appear and then willed the box to move to Al. It was easier that way.

Al read the box a few times, his eyes wide at first. “Yup. Alpha spell, too.” He added, “Similar to spells already in the Script, though.” He dismissed the box. “I’m surprised Rozeta approved that. Surprised for multiple reasons.” Al pulled out two sandwiches from the cold box and cast a heating [Ward] on the kitchen counter. He slid the sandwiches on a plate into the [Ward]. The bread began to toast as the meat sizzled. “Look up [Lightning] and [Nature’s Fury] in the Mage Guild’s archives the next time you’re there. They’re both tier 3 spells, made by combining basic Script spells into two unique spells, and then combining those into [Lightning] or [Nature’s Fury]. They appear for purchase once you get their prerequisites, like how [Teleport] appears after [Blink] hits 10. If you’re smart enough to understand how [Blink] can be made into [Teleport], you could try to invent [Teleport] yourself and not spend the point, but most people buy that spell outright.” He pulled the sandwiches from the heating [Ward] and walked them over to Erick. “Eat.”

Erick relaxed in front of the steaming food. “What tier is my spell?”

“That’s the thing, isn’t it? Your spell is basic tier, even with that crazy mana cost. Your spell will appear in the Script for purchase by anyone, just like [Force Beam], in a year.” Al added, “Basic spells... They don’t happen. Until they do, and then many things change. Basic Magic classes at the Mage Guild have to adjust their curriculum. People will go to their local registrars and have them delete their entire [Lightning] and [Nature’s fury] skill trees in order to restart with [Call Lightning]. Ocean travel will be a lot less dangerous if people can kill storms using that ‘reduces the duration of natural storms’ bit of your spell. That sort of thing.” He turned toward the window. He stared at the black mark on the tower. “You have to have a fantastic idea of how the spell is supposed to work in order to create a basic spell, and you have to be the first one to get there. For comparison, not a single new Force spell has been added since the beginning of the Script. If you think you’ve made a new Force spell, you just haven’t explored the Script well enough.” Al smirked, then turned to Erick. “How do you think lightning works?”

It took Erick several minutes to comprehend exactly how much he changed the world with an offhand experiment that he never expected to amount to anything. Then he stared at his sandwich. Then he looked through the window, to the black-marked tower, recalling what he knew about lightning, trying to organize it all into a coherent idea.

He said, “Clouds are a mass of positive and negatively charged particles, all jumbled together and generally balanced against each other. Lightning is a phenomenon that occurs when there is an imbalance. When there’s an imbalance, negatively charged particles in clouds fall to the ground in invisible lines of power, seeking to restore net balance by taking a positive charge from the largest source of positive particles: the ground. When the negative line from a cloud gets close enough to the ground, the ground —or something on the ground— responds by sending out its own line of positive particles. When the positive line meets the negative line, all of the charged particles along both parts of the line move very, very fast, in order to reassert balance to the whole system. This is lightning.” Erick looked up. He looked out. He looked to Al, and said, “I think I got that right. Ah. Lightning can also occur between clouds, of course. Anything with two massive differentials in electrical charge, really.”

Al sat there, listening. Quietly listening. When Erick stopped, Al asked, “And you put all of that into that enchanting-like rhyme last night?”

“I tried to.”

“And you did.” Al looked away. He sighed out, “You need to take better care of yourself.”

Erick winced. “What happened after I... crashed?”

“Eat your sandwich.”

Erick began eating his sandwich.

Al held up his rod of healing. “Mostly this rod of [Treat Wounds]. But in the seconds after you collapsed? Jane cast her healing spell on you and when that didn’t work she almost went crazy trying to demand a better healing spell from the Script. Before she could get far with that, Savral had retrieved the rod. We stabilized you, and Jane relaxed a little. She watched over you while you slept, but your main ailment is mana exhaustion, and that takes time to heal.” Al pointed at him with the rod. “You’re still exhausted, you know. That pain you’re feeling? Jane can power through it because she’s young, but it’s going to catch up to her, too. Maybe in a decade, maybe in a year. She’ll burn out, and it won’t be pretty. But you? You’re not young.”

Fuck.

Erick tried to hide the sting from that truth, but he didn’t hide it well. Al’s eyes softened. Al looked away and let a minute pass before turning back to Erick. If there were tears, Al didn’t see them.

Al said, “No more magic for a few days. Creating a new spell takes a huge toll and you were not ready for that expenditure at all.” Al looked out the windows again. “Jane went with Savral and his group this morning to kill some wolves. They’ll be fine. Worry about yourself, so she doesn’t have to. Hera showed up after the kids left, asking questions and getting truthful answers. Mage Guildmaster Zago sent a messenger about three hours after that. You’re required to report for a debriefing by your guild as soon as you’ve recovered. I told them it would be at least two days.”

“... Am I in trouble?”

“There’s a hefty fine for casting magic like that in the city, but Master Zago paid it for you. That was also in the message she sent. She likely expects a detailed report concerning what you did and how you did it. If you tell her what you told me, she will be more than satisfied. I didn’t know you created a basic spell until you showed me the Script for it, so right now, this drama is just a personally amazing thing that you’ve done. The fallout of this will have to wait for another day.” Al paused. He leaned forward. “I know I told you to do a lot or else I’d kick you to the curb, but there’s a balance between moving forward and letting your body heal. You’re doing more than enough.” Al smiled, saying, “Let’s relax a bit, okay?”

Erick nodded as he finished the first sandwich, so he began on the second. He paused after a bite, to ask, “How do you think lightning works, Al?”

Al laughed. He said, “I thought it was concentrated light, exactly how I was taught, and how everyone else at the guilds are taught, but that’s obviously wrong!”

Erick smiled. That would be a laser, Al.

Or maybe a phaser?

The people at the guild didn’t know how my blacklight orb worked, either. Could I make one now, now that I know what to look for? Hows does the light spectrum go again? Shorter wavelength for blue and ultraviolet, which is past blue. Longer wavelengths for red and infrared, which is heat. Could I actually do that? Heat wards are already part of the [Ward] skill... hmm...

Al said, “I see you’re thinking. Plotting. Stop that. No more magic today. Maybe no more magic tomorrow. Jane already promised to hurt me if she returned to find you dead.”

Erick smiled. “That sounds like Jane.”

“Finish your other sandwich. And then!—” Al smiled. “We must visit the beerhalls and get you good and drunk, to celebrate your accomplishment!”

Erick laughed. “Sounds great to me.”