Chapter 77, 1/2

Chapter 77, 1/2

Jane slept in her hospital bed in the long term care unit of Oceanside’s hospital, under the power of a constantly charged [Sleep] rune. She wore the same thing that she had been wearing for the last 15 days; a simple white chemise. White bedsheets covered her body. It was not cold in here, like in the hospitals back on Earth; there was no need to keep the temperature low to inhibit bacterial growth. They had [Cleanse] on Veird.

Erick looked down at his sleeping daughter, happy that she didn’t have to suffer the indignity of soiled clothes, or strange smells, or her body failing while she slept for days and days on end. Jane even looked peaceful, with her soft brown hair still looking soft, and her face still looking healthy. Even though the food they administered to sleeping patients like Jane was a simple grain soup, it was certainly nutritious enough.

“Knock knock.”

Erick turned to the open door to the room. He smiled, saying, “Hello, Doctor Alibeth.”

Alibeth, the human Mind Mage, walked into the room, saying, “Good afternoon, Archmage Flatt.” She glanced around the room, looking to Poi and Teressa, then back to Erick, saying, “She cannot be up for very long, but she should be able to speak for a little while. We had her up for ten minutes around noon and that was not too long ago, so we’ll only do five minutes for right now. She still has maybe 7 days of healing to go before we can extend that time to hours, but she is improving, exactly as she should be improving.”

Erick felt a great weight slide off of his shoulders. He said, “Good. Good. Can I talk to her, now?”

Alibeth nodded. She stepped over to Jane’s headboard, holding her hand nearer to the rune over Jane’s head, saying, “I’ll ask her some baseline questions before you can have the floor. It will take maybe 30 seconds.”

“Sure.” Erick said, “That’s fine.”

Alibeth touched the metal rune. Erick couldn’t really tell that the metal rune was glowing in the light of the room, but after Alibeth took her hand away, he could certainly tell that the rune was now a simple, dark metal. Jane breathed deep, as her eyes fluttered.

Alibeth said, “Jane Flatt. I am your overseeing doctor. Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are?”

Jane blinked, her brown eyes flickering open and shut, as she said, “Hello, doctor Alibeth. I’m in Oceanside’s First Sword Hospital, long term care unit.” She asked, “How long has it been?”

“Just a few hours since we last spoke.” Alibeth said, “Your father is here and he wishes to speak with you. He heard that you were able to speak at our last checkup, which was at noon of this day. I’ll get out of your way.”

Erick stepped right next to the bed, saying, “Hey, Jane.”

Jane smiled up at him, saying, “Hey, dad.”

“I got a [Polymorph] form just a bit ago.”

Jane chuckled, asking, “Which one?”

“A light slime.”

Jane closed her eyes, saying, “That’s good. You should eat that horn I got. Get [Lightwalk].”

“That’s your horn.” He said, “You should try for [Greater Lightwalk] with it. I got this light slime dungeon for my own needs. It’s almost done, too. Ten floors. Soon, Oceanside will have light slimes coming out of holes in the ground.” He rapidly added, “But not really. It’s all very organized. They’ll be selling or giving out [Lightwalk]s for anyone who wants one, soon enough.”

Jane breathed for a moment, blinking and adjusting her arms as she wiggled in her bed. She flickered with dark blue light, a [Greater Treat Wounds] no doubt, and relaxed, as she said, “That’s fine. Good.” She asked, “How long have we been here? Two weeks, right?”

Erick paused. Jane had lost track of time. Of course she lost track of time; he shouldn’t be surprised. He said, “It’s been about 15 days. A week and a half.”

“Close enough.” Jane smiled, saying, “I was thinking in Earth-weeks.” She added, “I’ve had a lot of weird dreams. I’ve been playing D&D with my old highschool friends.”

Erick smiled, asking, “What did you play? A module or more of Larry’s campaign?”

“Amber ran a module.” Jane said, “Tomb of Annihilation.” She added, “It was a lot weirder than I remembeeEEred—” She paused, holding back a rumble in her stomach. She said, “Uh. I think I’m going to be si—” She heaved—

Alibeth quickly upended a glowing vial of white oil into the top of Jane’s headrest, as she put her hand over the dark metal [Sleep] rune. The metal glowed. Jane breathed out as her eyes closed.

Erick stared down at his sleeping daughter, and at the small trickle of oatmeal at the corner of her mouth. Alibeth said some things to him as she cast a [Cleanse] over Jane, spilling trace amounts of thick air into the room and vanishing the oatmeal on her face. Erick acknowledged Alibeth’s words, but he was not paying attention to her, at all. Poi took over whatever all of that was about, as Erick continued to gaze down at his sleeping daughter.

Jane’s chest rose and fell. Her eyes fluttered behind her eyelids, darting back and forth. She was dreaming again.

Erick looked up. Poi was the only other person in the room with him, and Jane. Teressa had gone out to do whatever, and Alibeth had departed.

Erick said, “Sorry. I wasn’t— Did Alibeth say anything important?”

Poi said, “She spoke of timetables and what to expect going forward. Jane is on track for a normal recovery. She’ll start recovering at a much faster rate, from here on out. Soon, she’ll be awake for a few hours at a time, and then it’s physical therapy for a few days. She’ll be discharged in anywhere from a week to 15 days. Then, she’s under strict advisement to not eat any other Unusually Large monsters unless she wants to be put in this position again.”

“Thank you, Poi.”

- - - -

Two days later, Erick put up the last kaleidoscopic lightward into the final alcove of the ceiling of floor ten.

Two hours later, while he was taking the time to rain on Spur, he carved the finishing touches out of a special delivery on the front lawn of Windy Manor. That special delivery was then loaded onto his [Teleporting Platform], and one blip later, Erick, Poi, Kiri, and three, three-meter tall statues of gods, directly entered the final floor of the only widely known light slime dungeon on Veird.

Rainbow light, bright and radiant, splashed around the final decadent floor of the dungeon, reflected off of every white surface as it tangled up in every rush of water and sprinkling fountain and diamond-crusted surface. Twisted reds and blues and yellows and greens, and every color in between, caught up on each other, turning the space mostly white, but also not white at all. In the center of this last floor rested three pedestals, each already carved by priests hired by the Headmaster. Erick didn’t even know the Headmaster had organized such a workforce; he had little idea about just how much the Headmaster had actually done with regard to this dungeon, anyway. Erick was the lighting guy, and the idea guy, but everything else was all the Headmaster’s ideas, or else his ideas as executed by Apell.

The godly pedestals rested in a triangle, each five meters from each other, each surrounded by a foot-deep moat, with a small raised island in the center of the formation. Most of the moats and riverbeds of the dungeon were only a foot deep. Slimes were supposed to be able to get everywhere they wanted, after all. And keeping with that theme, diamond slimes had been carved and placed around the base of one of the pedestals. This was Phagar’s position, for sure. The second pedestal was composed of four-pointed diamond stars, while the last was made of stacks of carved-diamond books. It was easy to tell which was meant for which god.

Erick guided his floating platform and its three statues toward the slime pedestal.

Apell blipped down into the waters, calling out, “Uh! Erick!”

Erick paused the platform. He had been working all day long on the place, putting finishing touches up here and there. He was going to just put the statues down and fix them around, as needed, but Apell seemed to have other ideas. So Erick slowed the platform, pausing to talk to Apell. Before he could get a single word out, the air blipped gold, though it was hard to tell in all the other light of the room.

The Headmaster appeared beside Apell, in the waters between the platforms. Erick was inexplicably glad he didn’t seem to care about getting wet. It made him seem more approachable, or something. Erick wasn't quite sure.

Erick said, “I was just going to put them into position. Is there a problem?”

The Headmaster sighed with a smile. He said, “No problem, because I caught you before you placed them however you wished.”

Apell stood aside for the Headmaster, splashing water as she moved.

The Headmaster said, “Since this is not a dedication to any specific god, we must place your statues all at the exact same time.” He looked up, beyond Erick, to the statues on the floating platform, and said, “You did well carving them so I feel they will be well received, even if they are a bit unconventional.”

Erick looked back to his statues. Sculpting in wardlight was considerably easier than carving in diamond, but he had taken a while to get these statues done correctly. A full week, here and there, in fact, with most of that time spent tracking down examples of ‘proper sculptures’, and what was normally done for this sort of dedication.

All three of his sculptures were made of crystal-clear diamond, and smooth as silk, except where clothes demanded a texture. Those textures were all heavily cut and faceted, and here in the brilliant light of the dungeon, they sparkled like glitter. They almost looked like ice sculptures, but they were obviously not.

The Phagar statue was a hooded person, with a body fully covered by flowing robes, and a hood that covered almost his whole face, except for the bottom half, where a calm smile seemed to promise a gentle end. He stood tall and strong, but his sculpture had the most clothing of any of them, and because of that, he was almost completely made of sparkling, flowing diamond. His hands extended out of his full-robe, cupping together in front of his stomach, to hold a tiny slime with both of his hands.

Koyabez had the second least clothing of any of them. He was lithe and smooth, with hard muscles and a loincloth made of radiance. Tiny, hard-carved horns upturned from his forehead. He stood contrapposto, relaxed, while a slip of faceted cloth draped from his back hand to the floor near his back leg to provide stability to the sculpture, while his other hand held forward, and open; palm-up, and inviting the viewer.

Rozeta was a wrought shaped like a human, standing straight and tall, but because she was a wrought and her clothes were her skin, she was technically naked, and therefore almost completely smooth, even though she was ‘wearing’ a two-piece women’s blazer with a knee-length skirt. It was the perfect outfit for her in Erick’s mind. To balance out the statue with some glittering sparkles, Erick added a small tower of brilliant-cut books at her feet, to provide that sparkle, and to provide stability to the sculpture. She did not smile, but she did have a serene expression.

Each of the three statues were 9 feet tall.

Erick said, “Okay. I’ll take Phagar. Do you want... Rozeta?”

The Headmaster smirked, saying, “Yes.” He gestured, and Rozeta’s statue lifted from the platform.

Poi said, “I’ll take Koyabez,” as he telekinetically lifted the barely-clothed god into the air.

“Alright then.” Erick Handy Aura’d Phagar into the air, holding the weighty statue upright as he moved himself across the space, toward Phagar’s pedestal. In moments, the statue hovered over his resting spot. Erick looked up to see Poi and the Headmaster already in position. “So they’re all going to face each other, I was thinking. Is that okay?”

The Headmaster turned Rozeta to face the interior of the space, saying, “This is also an unorthodox methodology, but it is an acceptable arrangement.”

Poi nodded, turning Koyabez toward the inside of the three pedestals.

Erick said, “When I reach 3, we put them down?”

The Headmaster agreed, “On three.”

Poi nodded, holding Koyabez above the statue’s star-filled pedestal.

Erick counted. He hit three. The statues descended, right on time.

Erick got out a level from his back pocket. With a bit of [Stoneshape] and a reorganization of the carved diamond slimes at the base, Phagar locked into position, straight up and down; perfectly balanced. Erick flew over to Poi, next, to help organize the balance on Koyabez. Strictly speaking, this representation of the god should have had nothing at all in his back hand, but there were some allowances artists and Koyabez’s church had declared to be ‘okay’, when it came to making sure the statue wouldn’t break under its own weight. The cloth in Koyabez’s back hand, that led to the ground and supported some of that weight, was one such allowance. Koyabez’s statue was still the most fragile, even with this allowance, so Poi held the statue in place, while Erick fiddled with the balance.

When that was done, and Koyabez was locked to the white stone floor, Erick moved over to Rozeta’s statue. The Headmaster stood to the side, while Erick checked the statue over with his level. She was already perfectly stabilized. The Headmaster must have done that. He didn’t even use a level, but him not using a level to balance something as large as a literal ton of diamond did not surprise Erick as much as he thought it would.

Erick hovered himself, Kiri, and his platform away from the statues, to set down on an empty spot in the center of all three; a small island of raised stone. The water flowed around the bases of the statues, and around the little island in the center. Erick looked up.

Up above, was a smooth, white domed alcove, five meters across. No light had yet been cast into that space; Erick had left it for last. If Erick had been designing the mana flow system of this dungeon, he would have put the main intake right there, at the top of this dome. But that was ‘bad design’, according to Apell.

The Headmaster spoke, “If you wish to try [Kaleidoscopic Radiance] in this space, I would not be opposed. I could always erase it later if it turns out to be a problem.”

Erick thought about doing just that, but he had wanted to put something personal, here. The only problem with that, though, was that ‘something personal’ might mess up the dungeon space.

After staring at the empty ceiling for a minute, Erick decided against a personal touch. He had already made the sculptures, and they were rather unlike the ones he had seen when he was researching art history, and accepted designs. They weren’t sacrilegious, but they definitely had that personal touch, already.

... But there was something that Erick could do, that no one else could. Not yet, anyway.

He cast a lightmask into the air that gave off no light, but anyone looking up at it could tell there was something purple, about three meters across, hovering in the alcove. If anyone thought to Stat-enchant into that space, they’d find a fun little secret. He briefly considered putting down the individual lightmasks of his purple prize into the four corners of the dungeon, but no; that would make it too easy to guess at the real purpose of this floating, purple space. Besides, if someone tried to enchant a single Stat out of the space, that would be hint enough. Erick had already tested that experiment and found that he could use the same purple lightmask to enchant individual Stats. All he had to do was channel mana through a single Stat, instead of through all of them.

Erick smiled, as he looked back down.

The Headmaster looked up at the purple area. He did not frown. He did not smile.

Erick teased, “I know that you know what that is.”

Strictly speaking, it was considered blasphemy to try and decode the magics of the gods, so Erick did not have any real help in understanding today’s experiment besides his own intuition. He briefly considered asking Teressa what her Mana Sense told her, but alongside a similar idea to ask Poi what his mental senses were telling him, those ideas were discarded. He would make do with his own senses, and [Hunter’s Instincts], of course.

As he finished pressing his intent against the Kill and Exterminate Quest, a bright yellow orb, two-foot across, flashed into the air in front of Erick, like a miniature sun glowing in the colors of the harvest. Hums, like a chorus, rose in power, as a bright gold ring flickered and settled horizontally around the center of the orb. Two more rings materialized; one above the first, the other below.

The sky cracked yellow as the orb burst with light in every direction, all at once. The orb was dissipating from the outside in, one infinitesimally thin, but also enormously powerful layer at a time. In a flashing instant, the orb was gone. The sky was yellow, as twilight temporarily retreated. As the golden glow spread in all directions at once, twilight came back.

It only took half a second. Erick was barely able to keep up with the spell, but [Hunter’s Instincts] seemed to make everything go slower, or maybe it made him go faster. Whatever the case, Erick saw how the spell worked. Understanding was already coming to him, too.

One minute later, the golden return flash coalesced onto Erick. He took off his sunglasses, and read.

Scan complete.

Denutha Odaari located. Map incoming...

No Daydropper Vines within 10,000 kilometers.

Burned 0 seeds and 0 adult plants.

Please supply 5000 mana or wait 24 hours if you wish to scan again.

The air flickered in front of Erick as a horizontal disk a meter across floated in midair.

It was a perfect map of Erick’s current location, centered around the center of Oceanside. It looked like a floating golden disk, but it was colored the colors of the land; blues and greens and browns. Oceanside was a large island in the center of that disk, but not that large at all compared to the lands north and south; the continents of Glaquin and Nergal.

Erick’s own position was a white dot on the map, on Oceanside. Denutha Odaari’s location was a red dot on the coast of Glaquin, maybe 6000 kilometers northwest, at the mouth of a river. The detail in the map was really quite something. Clouds even hung above some of the lands. Erick studied the map for a little while, trying to understand what he was seeing. The map, for its part, seemed to oblige Erick’s curiosity as he poked at the wardlight construction and his fingers touched nothing but air.

The first thing he noticed was that it was definitely a wardlight construction, because his hand passed through the surface. Erick even stepped all the way inside of the map, both to experience the map, and to see details up close. Except for a thin layer of color on the top, it was completely yellow; the color of Atunir’s magic. The underside was craggy and yellow, and not very well mapped out at all. Atunir’s [Divine Scan] seemed to only penetrate down to the barest surface of the Underworld.

Was that a limitation of the magic? Or a different sort of limit?

Erick stepped out of the map, and just looked at it. It was a good map. Erick smiled. Yes. This was a good map. He could maybe do something like this with radiowaves. The Script would have to do a lot of the heavy lifting, and there was probably going to be an Error, but he could bounce radiolight around to try and create a [Scan], couldn’t he? It wasn’t technically Particle magic, but it might be close enough?

Erick said to the map, and to Atunir, “Thank you.”

The map broke into pieces. In a blink, it dissolved into the ambient mana.

Erick threw a hundred mana and a question into the air.

In the early morning light, the second divinity of the day spoke sarcastically, saying, ‘It’s close enough to Particle magic for me. Go ahead and try. The worst you’ll get is an Error or a spell that takes a while to form an image.’

That was a good enough answer for Erick. He smiled as Phagar’s divine manafire wisped away on the morning breeze. Then, he prepared himself. He breathed. He organized his thoughts. He organized the spell in his mind.

He spoke to the sky, calling to the mana in the original, most well-trod rhyming scheme, shaping his intent into a radiating force,

“Search the land with light invisible! Return to here a map made visible!

“Sift through noise, bring understanding of this cascade ever expanding

“Search the land with light invisible, return to here a map made visible.

“Here lifts a light, a shining star, to pulse and find the near and far; [Radar]!”

High above, maybe a hundred meters in the sky and well clear of the tree line, a spot of white light began to shine, like a glittering star.

Erick sagged, dropping his arms and hands, as rushing noise filled his ears. His neck rolled as his eyes fluttered open and shut. He began to fall to the ground but someone grabbed him upright. A wash of healing started on his shoulder, then tapped a few more times across his back.

Sound returned.

Poi’s voice came softly from nearby, “—got you. I got you. You’re good. You can hear me now, right?”

Erick groaned out, blinking hard as he stumbled to put his feet under him. He held onto Poi’s arm, and Kiri’s arm, too. She held him up from his other side. Her eyes glanced to Erick, but she quickly turned her attention back toward the sky.

As Erick stabilized, he caught sight of a few blue boxes waiting for him, and a stacking pile of light hovering just out of reach. Still blurry-eyed, he tried to make sense of the boxes first. The first one was the congratulations for making a new basic spell. The others were more interesting.

Cascade Imaging 1, instant, super long range,

Gradually build up an image of your greater surrounding area over the course of 10 minutes per spell level. Recasting Cascade Imaging on the same location will extend the spell’s duration to the length of the new cast.

The resulting image will gradually become more precise the longer Cascade Imaging is able to run.

If you designate a prior to casting, that target might appear on your resulting image.



Rozeta thanks you for enriching the Script.

+3 ability points.

Other Relevant Entities are already bemoaning the restriction, but I’m going to keep it like that for the foreseeable future. I would have thought that spell would have cost a lot more than 500 mana, but for all their propagation, radio waves are rather low energy. Such is the benefit of actually working with the physics of this universe. ~Rozeta

Erick chuckled as he stood up under his own power. He sighed out, then said, “It worked!”

High in the sky, a meter-wide white orb shone like a star hanging in the blue sky. Halos of light released here and there off of the orb, like solar flares caught on an irresistible current, inexorably turning into invisible energy that flowed away at the speed of light. That was just a guess, though. Erick couldn’t see the flares once they got more than ten meters from the orb. Gradually, here and there, light returned to the orb like sparkles settling, like silt relaxing to the bottom of a pond.

A surreal dance of light hung in the sky, while down below a similar happening took place.

Light crashed down from the orb above to land in a foggy, white air in front of Erick. The orb above carved that fog like a sculptor would carve a relief out of a wall, or maybe how a demolitions expert would turn a mountainside into what they wanted.

Rapidly, a meter wide stretch of fog directly in front of Erick turned solid, as the shape of Oceanside island came into view; roughcut and barely shaped like the island Erick knew, at all. The mountains to the south created a solid shadow in the lightward, directly in line with a normal shadow, if the orb above was the sun. This distortion in the map was like a ridge extending to the south. It was a radio-shadow. The spell was not high enough to fully [Scan] around those tall ridges.

But as the spell continued, and Erick recast [Cascade Imaging], renewing the spell to a new, longer duration, the shadow behind the southern mountains began to degrade, and eventually fully disappear. Radiowaves bounced, after all. Erick smiled. It worked.

After ten minutes, most of Oceanside Island stood revealed. All 2500 kilometers of the long, thin island, had been reduced to a 5 meter wide map, with some shadows lingering where certain structures reached high into the sky, while the waters surrounding the island were a perfectly flat, white surface, except for the islands here and there, while the waters beyond the 2500 mark were a foggy, hazy thing. But even that foggy edge was gradually turning into flat ocean as the spell continued to work. While it worked, Erick walked through the waist-high projection map. The map didn’t seem to mind; there were no distortions at his passing. This map seemed to obey the same rules as every other lightward.

Kiri watched in interested silence, as she walked through the light with Erick. Poi watched in concern, standing outside of the spell.

Erick handed them both copies of the spell. He said, “I’m pretty sure I can [Scan] on a much smaller scale, too. In fact! I’m going to try that.” He cast the same spell up into the sky, closer to the house and well above the trees, while the first spell was still running. “Experiments are fun!”

As a second ball of light took shape up above, the first map turned into sharp shapes, like someone had glitched-out a TV signal, turning everything into sharp edges and broken spaces. Magical static rapidly degraded the first spell into ambient mana, while the second spell detonated like a popping balloon, before it could put out even the littlest bit of fog on the ground.

Kiri yelped, then quickly huffed out in annoyance. That got a smile from Poi.

Erick said, “I guess the spells can’t function so close together.”

Kiri said, “Do it again.”

Erick obliged. A [Cascade Imaging] took hold not seven meters up; just above the trees. As it began to put out light, and take in the resulting reflections, a white fog lifted from the ground. Light began to carve out of that fog, soon enough.

Erick and Kiri watched as a miniature diorama of Windy Manor appeared in the fog, along with the radio-shadowed trees all around, making the house look like it was on the edge of a massive, impassible hedge. But minutes passed, and the radio-shadows began to break apart, as more information gathered through the spell.

Erick watched as a little white lightward version of himself appeared on the map, looking down at the center of Windy Manor’s yard. The map itself was not repeated in miniature, but everything else was. Kiri stood beside Erick, watching her own miniature self lean over and look at a blank spot in the air, just like Erick’s miniature self was doing.

There was a problem, though. Ophiel was on his shoulder. Sunny was on Kiri’s shoulder.

So what was the thing flying around them?

Erick watched as a tiny, floating thing, appearing like a white orb, hovered around the floating map, maybe two meters away. Erick looked up at where the floating thing should have been, at around head height, but there was nothing. He glanced back to the map. The white orb was still there. He looked up again. Whatever was floating right in front of his face, was completely invisible to visible light, but apparently not to radiowaves.

Erick got out, “Huh—”

Kiri reacted with a blast of fire aimed at the floating orb. She was slightly slower than Erick, but she did not catch her target; it was already gone. She did manage to catch the lemon trees on fire, though.

Poi reacted with a wide-range communication that came through much faster than it sounded, ‘Mind solidifying... Done. Minimal outside influences... Purged. Parasite testing... Clear.’

The groundskeepers, Vinsez, the incani man, and Powell, the human woman, who Erick had spoken to now and then, but mostly not, appeared in a flash to the side of the garden. Each of them were dressed in cream-colored robes and ready for battle. Vinsez held a spear, Powell held a sword and a shield.

Powell yelled, “I don’t see—”

Erick shouted, “He’s gone now!” As his heart began to beat slower, Erick added, softer, “No need to get concerned.” Erick pointed back down to the map. Vinsez and Powell were now a part of the resolving opaque-white lightward. The pixie, and Erick was pretty sure that it was a pixie, was gone. Or maybe it was just hiding out in the radio-shadows of the forest. He said, “Thank you, though, Vinsez. Powell.” He turned to Poi, “Thanks, Poi.”

Kiri blushed darker green as she waved her hand and put out the fire on the lemon trees.

Poi’s face held hard, as twenty intent-filled lines streamed from his head into the manasphere. But as moments passed, those lines dimmed. He said, “Nothing but a spy. I think.”

“Probably,” Erick agreed.

Vinsez said, “Apologies, sir. We—”

“No need to worry, Vinsez.” Erick said, “Thank you very much for your prompt reaction.” Erick joked, “I just hope that Messalina doesn’t think that this means I can find someone.” He added, “This spell is missing a lot.”

Vinsez nodded. Powell remained silent.

Ophiel trilled in questioning flute sounds, while a dozen eyes opened up across his tiny body; he didn’t notice the pixie at all, and if Erick was reading Ophiel right, he did not like not noticing the pixie.