Chapter 169: Jane, 1/2

Chapter 169: Jane, 1/2

Events proceeded rapidly after her father vanished from sight, but Jane still had to live through those events.

Darabella yelled about how the Beginning Pad simply wasn’t capable of not linking with the Destination Pad. Yarlinnia collapsed to the ground, holding onto the wall so that she didn’t collapse all the way. Visions of Implications of this happening in her house crossed her face like dark thoughts. She was in deep shit, and she knew it. Nirzir started crying like the little girl that she was as she finally realized that Erick was actually gone, which caused tears to fall from Teressa’s eyes, too.

Jane wiped away hot tears of her own, thinking, perhaps unkindly, that if this was what it was like to deal with the death of a loved one, then she was glad she only had the one. She was already exhausted. She wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a day. But that was only her first reaction. Not one second after that feeling came, it went, and Jane resolved herself to emotional strength...

Minutes passed with Darabella yelling about how this wasn’t possible and Yarlinnia saying the same and Nirzir demanding answers and Jane being numb to it all—

And then Jane realized that being sad was probably premature. Sure, Ophiel had collapsed and ‘died’ rather spectacularly, and in a way Jane had never seen before. But...

Jane asked Poi, “Is Yggdrasil still out there?”

While staring at the Teleport Pad that had taken Erick away, Poi said, “Yes.” All eyes in the room locked to him, as everyone suddenly went silent and hopeful. Poi elaborated, “Yggdrasil is still at both Candlepoint and Holorulo, but he’s as dim as a normal tree and the rainbow crown is almost completely gone.”

Jane’s chest tightened. “What does that mean?”

“We’re not sure. We’ve asked the Arbors of Treehome, but they are currently without consensus. They haven’t had enough time to understand what just happened.” Poi turned away from the Teleport Pad, to look at Jane, and then glance at everyone else. “News is spreading very, very fast, with many people having noticed that something massive and unknown shifted in the future of the world the very second Erick willingly stepped on that pad. This is how Redarrow thought to contact me, and how that conversation started. There is absolutely no covering up that this happened.” He looked to Yarlinnia, who had recovered some of her noble bearing. “So before anything gets too out of hand, and to prevent future problems for you, Scion Yarlinnina, and for the rest of us, I’m asking for everyone here to allow for a Mind Mage recording of the mind and memories of the last three hours, for all future investigatory purposes. Does anyone here have a problem with this?”

It had been three hours already? Jane frowned at herself— No. it had only been fifteen minutes since Erick vanished.

Ah.

She was probably in a bit of shock. Ah. Yeah. She was. She was sitting down in a provided chair. When did that happen? Anyway. Poi was calling for a recording all the time so far, starting at when they entered House Whitesteel’s property. Yeah. That made sense.

Yarlinna said, “I consent. I had nothing to do with this, and neither did House Whitesteel—”

Darabella yelled, “It’s the same people who killed Goliro! It has to be!”

“Please,” Yarlinnia whispered, but apparently not loud enough for Darabella to hear.

Darabella accused, “The Pads worked as they should have all this time until now! But now they didn’t? When they’re meters apart? Impossible! Someone was involved in shifting the magic, and—”

“Darabella!” Yarlinnia yelled. “Please. Not right now.”

Nirzir demanded, “What do you think is going to happen now, Poi? What is going to happen here? Will there be an investigation?”

Yarlinnia paled. Darabella’s hope soared.

Poi spoke with authority, saying, “There are many people who are allied to Archmage Flatt, and they will be coming down on this land and this house like a storming archmage— Which is oddly appropriate.” He continued, “Whatever these Teleporting Pads are doing will be investigated a lot more than they have been before. I advise everyone here to keep their emotions in check, and to only speak the truth.”

Jane suddenly realized the depths of what her father had done; this was a worldwide problem, now.

Teressa, who had been silent this whole time, stared hateful daggers at Yarlinnia and Darabella, but she remained silent.

Nirzir looked at the Teleporting Pads and obviously ran some ideas about them through her head. She seemed to readily come to the conclusion that she should take advantage of the situation for Clan Void Song, and take the pads for herself, but then she stared a bit more, frowned, and looked away from the pads. Jane wasn’t entirely sure what she was seeing in Nirzir, but she guessed that the young girl had changed her mind about something.

Darabella looked as though she gazed upon a sunrise for the first time in a long time.

Yarlinna resolved herself. She said, “House Whitesteel has nothing to hide and neither does Enduring Forge. We will not allow foreign powers to infiltrate our land, but diplomatic inquiries are acceptable, as is a Mind Mage certified memory of the last few hours. We planted no traps for the Archmage, and I would like the rest of the world to know this, now.”

Poi nodded. “Then you consent to a Scan?”

“I do.” Yarlinnia stepped toward Poi, saying, “I consent.”

Poi began scanning Yarlinnia. Teressa was next because she wanted to get it over with before people started showing. This proved to be prescient of her, for people did start to show right away, and everyone was interrupting Poi’s scans to get him to talk to them.

For a moment there, as strangers yelled and demanded and questioned, Jane imagined that Erick was truly dead.

... She didn’t believe it, though, and she told the strangers as much.

But.

... No. He was alive. He had to be.

- - - -

People stood outside of the tower rooms, waiting for Jane, Teressa, Poi, and Nirzir, by the time Jane and everyone else made it back to that space. Those people gestured to the [Prismatic Ward]s wrapping up the area, and spoke of how they couldn’t exist with her father dead. None of those people knew that [Prismatic Ward] was a Permanent spell, and Jane didn’t feel like correcting their erroneous thoughts.

She cleaned up her living space and packed away everything that she needed to pack away, while Teressa, Poi, and Nirzir did the same with their own living spaces.

There was a sudden concern halfway through packing.

Jane met with Nirzir in the workshop room.

Nirzir said, “I want all of it. The record players, the runic webs, the sparse notes. All of it. Even the rusted staff of [Grand Fireball]s. I will pay a handsome sum for these items.”

“Take them, Nirzir; they’re a gift.” Jane glanced to the staff, and thought that her father could have done better; he could have splurged for rustless steel. Yesterday, the staff looked fine, but today it looked more like a metal spike that someone had left at the bottom of a swift-moving river for a century. It was rusted and pitted and looked like it would break under the slightest touch. Jane said, “I don’t want this shit, and he’ll be back.”

Nirzir stared for a moment, then she nodded. “Thank you for your gifts. Songli will always remain open to you and to Erick. When he returns... Make sure to send word?” Her voice almost broke as she asked, “Please?”

Jane nodded, saying, “I will tell you if he shows up.”

“... Dead or alive, Jane.” Nirzir said, “I have to know.”

Jane froze. After a moment she gave a small nod, then said, “Good luck with this rune stuff.”

Nirzir bowed a little.

Jane returned the gesture.

Time seemed to move swiftly. Soon, they were packed, and some porters from Void Song had come to help Nirzir take her new toys away. Jane was thankful that Poi and Teressa didn’t seem to care that Erick’s work was being taken from them. They were rather hopeful that he was coming back, too.

As they exited the Watcher’s Roost, the [Prismatic Ward]s remained.

Which was rather concerning, but not for the reasons that other people found them concerning. A lot of people had odd ideas about her father’s magic, but it had been a few hours by now, and if he was alive then he would probably go to ground and make a safe space for himself, and in such a case, he only had access to eleven [Prismatic Ward]s; one for each Ophiel, and one for himself.

As he cast Ophiel’s [Prismatic Ward]s, the oldest ones got taken down, first.

And so, even though there were only seven [Prismatic Ward]s around this tower, it had been at least half a day since he vanished. If Erick were alive he should be recasting more [Prismatic Ward]s somewhere else, thus automatically removing the [Prismatic Ward]s from this area.

... He could be limiting himself to 3 [Prismatic Ward]s to keep people thinking he was dead— Or more realistically, to ensure that the four of them had a safe place to be while he was gone. That first option didn’t sound like her father, but the second one did. He could be purposefully not taking these ones down just to keep Jane safe; she could see that.

But even so! Her father would know that Jane and them would move back to Spur soon enough, so if the [Prismatic Ward]s around the Watcher’s Roost started vanishing on their own (because Erick would surely need them, right?) then he was alive.

But then, as they were getting ready to leave and Poi gave some parting words to Arakag, the mayor of Enduring Forge, the plan to watch the [Prismatic Ward]s was ripped away.

Some assholes in the gathered crowd, which Jane later discovered were from the Church of Storm and Thunder, having noticed that Erick was gone and every one of his party members was leaving, decided that they personally needed to investigate his rooms. Their goddess Sininindi had given them a Quest to discover Erick’s whereabouts, and so, the high-ranking cleric and several of his friends all cast [Ward Destruction]s, popping every single [Prismatic Ward].

Jane would have gone apocalyptic—

Except that Poi had stopped her, avoiding an international incident.

Time seemed to flow unceasingly toward the future, toward a moment when Jane would find out her father was dead, and Jane was lost in the flow.

Soon enough, it came out that the clerics had gained Enduring Forge’s blessing to cast their spells. Everyone wanted inside Erick’s rooms, for maybe there was a clue about what the man had been thinking when he decided to try his luck with untested Spatial magic.

While Jane was still simmering in the background, almost insensate, with Teressa’s hand on her shoulder, Poi managed to tell everyone exactly how much they had managed to fuck up by breaking the [Prismatic Ward]s, and he had managed to do it without screaming. Jane wouldn’t have been able to manage that, at all. Once the depth of the collective idiocy had been revealed there was a lot of shame to go around, but there was nothing more to be done about any of it.

Jane put that anger behind her.

Jane, Teressa, Nirzir, and Poi left Enduring Forge without further fanfare. Once they were on the Surface, in the Northern Tribulations where the snow fell fast and layered everything in ice, they bade a quick farewell to Nirzir. There were platitudes about ‘always being welcome in Eralis’ and ‘You could visit Spur if you want’, and while Jane tried to remain polite, and Nirzir was as pleasant as she’d been this whole time they had traveled together, there was no mistaking that there was a class divide between them. Not only was Nirzir a princess, she was also a near-archmage, and Jane had no problem believing that the young girl would cross that final bridge to tier 8 and tier 9 spellwork in the coming months. Jane was still having difficulty combining tier 5 spellwork, and though gridwork had helped, it could not make up for pure talent.

They lived in different circles, and Jane was only able to step foot into Nirzir’s because of her father bridging gaps. And now that time was over.

Jane shared some of those thoughts with Nirzir, and it looked to hurt the girl deeply, but it was true, and so Jane said it. Nirzir wiped away a frozen tear as she blipped away in a shattering of violet light, leaving the rest of them there on that mountainside, under the heavy snow.

“Just us three, then,” Jane said, her voice half-stolen by the wind. She held out her hands, “You’ll have to excuse the blipping; I’m not good at lightwalking. It’s the lack of a Domain.”

“You’re not the only one bad at spells, Jane.” Teressa took a hand, saying, “Your father is abnormal, and so is Nirzir.”

Poi silently took the other hand. Jane could tell he had words to share, but he held them back for now. Jane was in no mood to hear them, anyway.

It would be twenty [Teleport]s to get them all the way back to Spur, but that was only if they went in a straight line, and they couldn’t go in a straight line. That was fine, though. Jane began blipping west, landing them on mountainsides and frozen tundras that she had already passed by when she was working with the Elites at Oceanside, helping people the world over.

And just like that, she let her thoughts move to more pleasant places. She had gained a lot of personal strength on this trip, and that was nice. Her power would be enough to get all three of them to where they needed to go without stressing her resources.

Jane Flatt

Human, age: 23

Level 75, Class: Prismatic Polymage

Exp: 1.52 e15 / 3.41 e17

Class: 8/10

Points: 4

HP

4389/5820

5520 per day

MP

4735/8220

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Strength

35

+62

97

Vitality

30

+62

92

Willpower

75

+62

137

Focus

75

+62

137

Favored Spell waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

Favored Ability waiting!

She had even gained the Class Ability Blood Mana, so she could go as hard and as fast as she needed to go. The Class Ability Quest had even been the same for her as it had been for her father; ‘Create a well-made tier 3 skill or spell born of a Health-cost skill and a Mana-cost spell.’ She had chosen [Strike] and [Flying Weapon], to make [Flying Striker], which was what she used with the adamantium sword that her father had gotten for her...

Jane had briefly shown her own [Flying Striker] to her father, showing him how she had copied his spellwork and made it her own...

There were differences, of course. Her own [Flying Striker] cost a bit more than his, and the [Strike]s cost Health, instead of costing Mana like her father’s version of the same spell.

Flying Striker, instant, close range, 280 MP + Variable

Create a nigh unbreakable weightless weapon that flies around at your command and Strikes with your personal strength, draining your Health with each Strike. Lasts until dismissed.

In the moment of those thoughts, Jane had a minor breakdown. Her father had always tried to get her to do more magic, but she had never been good enough at it until recently. She hadn’t even shown him half of her spellwork, for she was embarrassed by inadequacy, but now... She might never get to show him any of it.

Gridwork, and even a bit of runework, and Charm Magic lessons from Riri Star Song, and [Polymorph] work... She was getting decent. She was achieving success.

She was much better than before.

But right as she was ready to go off on her own, to prove herself as competent and adequate...

Her father goes and runs off first.

“Gods dammit, dad,” Jane whispered to no one in particular, as she stopped blipping and the world resolved into full focus, instead of just flashes of light and momentary landscapes.

The three of them landed on a stormy beach that was half frozen and too cold to support much life. Icebergs rolled in the ocean as ice floes threatened to roll up the beach and swallow Jane’s feet with every passing wave. A cold wind bit at her face, tossing frozen salt into her eyes. She teared up, and in that moment, something about everything was too heavy to hold. Jane could only feel the weight of it all pushing her down to the ground. She wanted to fall. She wanted to give in.

But she didn’t.

“I... I need a moment,” Jane said, walking back up the beach, out of the threatening waves and their swallowing ice. She eyed a block of ice up the beach that she needed to sit on. “A little while. A few minutes.”

Poi followed to get out of the waves, but Teressa just stood there, not making a sound. The massive woman faced the sea as the frozen ocean rolled over her boots, but her [Conjured Armor] was pretty great, so she didn’t seem to care. She simply watched the world for a bit, allowed herself to be covered up to her knees in ice, and remained. Jane went and had her meltdown a dozen meters away, up the shore, upon a cold, blue hunk of ice. Poi stood nearby, remaining as silent as his silent armor.

Jane’s meltdown rapidly flowed through the normal stages of pain, and then moved on, taking her to odd places filled with odd thoughts.

She also found she didn’t really care about the weather, like Teressa, but for different reasons. Jane had gotten the Class Ability Extreme Survivor which greatly reduced the damage she took from natural environmental effects and even mitigated magical environmental effects. From a bit of testing, if an aura was large enough, it counted as an environmental effect; bit of a nice bonus from that Class Ability, in Jane’s opinion.

So being out here on this stormy, icy beach was probably as horrible as being at a real beach down in Florida in the winter, which was to say it probably wasn’t that bad at all. But she had never been to Florida, like her father had when he went to help after the hurricanes. Maybe a more appropriate analogy would be... This felt about as bad as being at the edge of Lake Michigan in the summer.

Whatever the case, this physical experience wasn’t that bad at all. She could go for a swim and feel fine, for sure. The emotional experience was something Jane tried to distance herself from, and she mostly succeeded.

Teressa seemed fine.

As for Poi? The Mind Mage’s black adamantium armor gleamed silver in the grey light of the cold world. Poi’s metallic armor seemed like it would have been a weak point in cold environments like this one, but he was used to protecting himself from the heat, anyway, so it was probably a small adjustment to protect from both the heat and the cold. Apparently he had figured out a cosmetic spell to make the adamantium appear to be silver, too, so that he could maintain regulations while not always being reflective—

And Jane was trying to distract herself from her pain. It was easier to think about anything else at all, than it was to think about her father, and what he had done.

Poi’s voice was a small thing, “It’s okay to grieve.”

Like a dam had burst, Jane roared, “But how can I grieve when I don’t even know if he’s dead?” She barely had the cognizance to yell at the air, instead of at Poi, but she turned herself away from the man, and screamed, “AND THOSE IDIOTS WHO DISPELLED THE—” She guttered, her voice becoming a whisper, “Those idiots who broke the [Prismatic Ward]s... Why? Why did they do that?”

Teressa sighed; it was a small sound from all the way over there by the waves, but Jane still heard it.

Jane accused Poi, “And you can’t sense him, can you.”

Poi instantly said, “No. I cannot sense him, and I would tell you if I could, so don’t get like that with me, young lady.”

Jane felt bad all over, for different, compounding reasons. She muttered, “Sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Poi said, “Anyway: I have some small news on that front. Necromancers and even a few Arch Necromancers are trying their luck at summoning his soul. I’ll let you know if any of the ones we know succeed.”

Jane felt a need to speak, so she did, “Earlier, in the debrief... We spoke of the Sliding System and what the machine had said. I get the impression that my father would not be allowed to leave the Worldly Path? Is that why you didn’t want him coming here?”

“Exactly right, Jane, and I’m glad to hear you actually ask this question because that means that my information embargo worked. That you’re even able to ask it at all gives me good hope that we’re far enough away from his Worldly Path that we’re not currently under Fate’s fist. Which is fantastic.” Silverite explained, “Many people on the Worldly Path have come to Spur before, for Melemizargo is at the end of all iterations of the Path. This information comes to everyone who walks the Path. In turn, those people come here, hoping to get into Ar’Kendrithyst to find more answers. Sometimes those people are total failures, though, so Melemizargo lets them quit, for he has grown tired of their presence. But for your father? The man who brought him out of his insanity?” Silverite stressed, “Dragons don’t let shiny things go, Jane.”

Jane’s chest felt tight. “... Is it possible for him to ever complete it, then?”

Silverite said, “I don’t know.”

Killzone spoke up, “He can complete it, but he’d need to find a different Wizard to do the final step. I doubt Melemizargo would let him complete the Path in the normal manner, either.”

Jane stared at the big man. “Wizardry? Really? That’s the final step?”

Silverite frowned at the big man. Teressa scowled at nothing in particular, her eyes flickering with grey light as she looked elsewhere. Poi sighed, and Liquid shrugged.

Liquid said, “It’s a theory. We’ve seen a lot of various Walkers come and go over the centuries, with some coming a lot closer to [Gate] than others, and with at least two that I personally knew that had it in their heads to go chase down a Wizard for assistance.”

Killzone said, “I’ve personally seen three Walkers try to find Wizards.”

“And I’ve seen twenty four.” Silverite said, “One and all, every Walker that tried that route ended up dead.”

Jane said, “Then I’m glad my father didn’t know of this, or we would have tried— Oh. He taunted a dragon with the threat of finding a wizard that would transform the dragon from Elemental Shadow and Ooze into Elemental Truth, with the goal to get the dragon to speak truths.”

Liquid, Killzone, and Silverite each listened, but she could tell they had heard this fact already. Probably from Poi.

But Jane hadn’t been a part of that conversation, so Jane continued, “And Goldie appeared to us before that, directly telling us that dragons only truly cared about one thing; finding Wizards. Which is why dad taunted the dragon in that way.”

Silverite spoke first, “Sounds like I’ve now reached 25 of my Worldly Path Wizardly count.”

Liquid said, “That’s a lot of purely circumstantial evidence since there’s never been anyone who actually solved [Gate] magic the hard way... But I’m officially up to three-Wizard-mentions.”

“Four.” Killzone said, “And that’s more than enough circumstantial evidence to put that at the true final step of the Worldly Path.”

“Possibly only near the end; maybe not a true final step,” Liquid said.

Silverite waved a hand, saying, “Okay. That’s great.” She said, “Teressa, Jane, Poi; We’re glad to have you back. Welcome home. For now you’re assisting Kiri and on nightly monster-killing duty with everyone else. Liquid will sort you out before sunset.” She looked directly at Jane, saying, “We’re going to end this black ooze threat, and then you can go search for Erick. Am I understood?”

Jane latched onto the goal, sounding off in time with Poi and Teressa, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Dismissed.”

- - - -

Home was exactly as Jane had left it.

The mansion was three stories of near-Victorian architecture, but done in solid orange stone, with a mage tower at the north for Jane, and a mage tower at the south for her father. To the west, in the front of the house, grew a garden of earthly vegetables and fruits alongside veirdly varieties, while on the east side was an... An orchard of cocoa trees, apparently. About twenty cocoa trees. That was new. There had only been a few cocoa trees in that secondary garden patch when they had all left for the Worldly Path, but apparently the ladies of ‘And Dessert!’ were doing well with their chocolate.

The house also had a proper fence now, which was different. It was a thick stone fence, lit up with politely-worded lightwards telling people not to cross onto the property. The warnings seemed to need to be enforced, though, since there were guards from Spur stationed inside the property. Some of those guards were actually gardening, or at least they were keeping the place looking nice. Jane even knew them. One of the guards was Biggie, a dragonkin with dark grey scales who Jane and Kiri had worked with when Jane was stationed under Sargent Nanark, back at her time in Ar’Kendrithyst, before she became a Team Leader and was mostly independent.

The Human District had changed, though.

Where once it was mostly empty, flat orange stone, surrounded by distant farm beds, there were seven new mansions dotting the land here and there. One of them was mostly built when Jane had left with her father on the Worldly Path, and now it looked fully built and occupied. That house belonged to a noble with a name that escaped Jane at the moment, but which would probably come to her later. Most of the other houses looked similarly fancy, except for one. The mage trio’s house, to the north, retained its normal look, almost mirroring Erick’s house; it looked a bit neglected, actually. Even Erick’s house looked run down when compared to all the others, though. The noble vacation/adventuring houses had paint on the walls, or colored stone layered atop the orange. Some even had fancy fountains in their lawns and gardens.

At least no one had built directly next to the house. Silverite probably had something to do with that. Security concerns and common decency and prestige; take your pick, they were all valid reasons.

Jane, Poi, and Teressa, had bypassed almost all of the security measures, though, and taken the shortcut directly into the house’s foyer. But there was one security measure that Jane did not think would be a problem, and here that problem was, hovering in front of them and hissing at them. Jane had even checked the target location with a [Scry] before she blipped, but it seemed that Sunny barely remembered any of them.

Jane let Poi deal with Sunny.

The little green couatl screeched loud, again. Though it hadn’t attacked with any spellwork, it certainly made a racket. How could Kiri sleep through this? Jane almost sent up some light to poke at the woman, but she didn’t want to make any large movements; not when the one Sunny in front of them contented itself with screeching, but the other Sunnys, hiding here and there around the house, looked ready to pounce.

Or more accurately, spew lightning, or something.

Poi spoke calmly, though he was beyond agitated. “Sunny. You remember us—”

Kiri stepped into view at the top of the stairs. She was in night clothes and half wrapped in a quilted blanket that trailed behind her, while her emerald eyes were puffy. Her tears were held back by the barest of threads. All at once, every Sunny suddenly relaxed and flitted away from the foyer. Kiri whispered, “Erick isn’t with you.”

Jane said, “He’s alive, but he went on without us.”

Kiri sniffled, then asked, “He left you behind, too?”

“It’s complicated.” Poi said, “We can speak more of all of it, but it comes down to this: We’re here now, and we’re your backup.”

Kiri huffed a nervous laugh. From one moment to the next, she seemed better. Her tears dried as she dropped the blanket, revealing nightclothes and chuckling once, before sobbing deeply and turning to light to appear right in front of Jane. Jane’s eyes went wide as Kiri crashed into her, hugging tight, before moving on to Teressa and then Poi, saying, “I’m so glad you’re back. It’s been difficult and I’ve tried to keep it together but we’re losing people every night and it’s—” She hugged Jane again, and this time Jane was able to hug her back. “It’s been—” She broke down, sobbing briefly, before saying, “It’s been tough.”

Jane held her for a while, and she found that she had missed Kiri. She had missed the house. She had missed Spur. She said, “We’re back now, and I’ll help with the near-Ancients, or whatever they are.”

Kiri whispered, “Thank the gods.” She sighed, as she pulled away and looked at them all, saying, “Sorry about that. It’s been rough, but I guess you guys went through a war, too.”

Teressa said, “Aye, we did. But it looks like you went through this war all on your own.”

“No one else can enter the house, and this is where I’m safest— We already had—” Kiri glanced at the bags, saying, “Uh. I’ll help you with those.” The bags vanished in flickers of rapidly-moving Sunnys. “So I’m awake, now. Let’s talk about everything.”

Poi frowned a little, saying, “I think you should go back to bed. We’re here, you’re safe, and you need the rest. We should all probably go to our own beds and sleep, too. Tonight will be difficult and there’s no need for more stress at the moment.”

Kiri lashed out, “Erick could do this just fine! I—” She pulled back, closing her eyes as she waved a hand. “Sorry. Sorry. I thought I could do this, too.” Kiri breathed out, saying, “Yeah. I’m going back to bed. Wake me up an hour till sunset, please?”

“Sure thing, Kiri,” Jane said.

“I want to know all about it.” Kiri said, “Everything. Okay?”

Jane smiled. “Yeah. We’ll tell you.”

“Even the shit you wouldn’t tell anyone else,” Kiri stared a bit, then she softened, and whispered, “Okay?”

Jane nodded. Teressa hummed assent.

Poi just flicked his eyes upward, to the second story.

Kiri sighed and flashed into green light. When she resolved, she was upstairs, and walking to her room, muttering, “Sleep, sleep, sleep.”

Everyone parted to their own parts of the house. Teressa went straight to bed. Poi went to the third floor, for whatever reason. Jane went to the kitchen, to see if the place was stocked, or not.

The kitchen had more food than any one person could ever eat; the kitchen was fine. And yet, Kiri had felt thin when Jane had her arms around her. She had looked thin, too, but... She had always been thin, right? No. She hadn’t always been that thin.

Hmm.

Jane explored the rest of the house, quick as a shadow—

She reappeared on the third floor hallway, because she had seen what Poi had gone after. In the third floor of the house, in one of the larger rooms, her father’s [Prismatic Ward] did not exist. Erick had left it that way on purpose so that he could experiment with smaller scale magics without the interference of that dense air.

The Army had turned this part of the house into a miniature command center.

The space was empty of people at the moment, but there were chairs and tables and a chalkboard and a lightward 3D map of the battlefield between Spur’s walls and the entire surrounding battlefield to ten kilometers out, including a bit of the walls of Ar’Kendrithyst to the south. Poi was already inside going over papers and checking out recorded monsters and their abilities. Jane joined him. Soon, Teressa showed, and she got in on the action as well.

As Jane read over the recorded monsters —officially called amalgams— she got more and more concerned, but also more than a little bit excited.

Teressa said it best, “These aren’t simple monsters... They’re dead people. People.” She enunciated, “As in multiples of people. Thousands, in some cases.”

Poi was reading something else as he commented, “The more dangerous ones act as fully-linked mage covens, which means they can either cast multiple spells at once and cooperative cast for massive effects.”

Teressa shook a small folder, saying, “The most dangerous one so far was a three-person meld. From our own side! Gone to sleep in the same room and woken up changed, and crazed.”

“So don’t get the shit on you and [Cleanse] for at least 30 seconds after every battle.” Jane held up her own folder, saying, “This one was five shadow giants and a hundred shadowolves, melded together into one massive monster of limbs and jaws and claws and with the regenerative properties of a wyrm.”

Teressa frowned, but Jane could tell she was interested.

Jane teased, “You complained about not fighting enough monsters! See what complaining gets you!”

Teressa huffed a small laugh. “I see what complaining gets me.”

“And now we’re all here in the deep shit with you,” Jane said, smiling. “Oceans of deep black shit.”

Poi put his papers back into their folder, then began putting the folder away, saying, “I’m going to get some sleep while I can. I suggest you all do the same.”

A round of agreements had everything put back where it was supposed to go, and then they all left to their rooms.

Jane collapsed onto her bed —her own bed!— and it smelled like home... Probably a bit too much. She got back up, [Cleanse]d, put away shit, took off crap, hung her sword on the wall—

Gods, that was a beautiful sword.

Jane smiled at the straight-back weapon that would be killing many, many monsters in the coming hours and days, and then she crawled back into bed, feeling a lot more weary than she expected. She set an [Alarm Ward] to go off in 6 hours, with a personal-only sound, giving her some time before nightly siege. Jane closed her eyes.

She was out in minutes.

She dreamed of her father.

All too quickly, the alarm woke her up. Bleary-eyed, Jane got out of bed and brushed the tears from her eyes, and then she went to go see about dinner. Teressa was already up and cooking up a storm with copious amounts of meat and a lot of bluebell seasoning.

Jane teased her, “You really like that shitty little flower spice, don’t you?”

“I do!” Teressa laughed. “It’s been too long since I had it, too.”

“Wanna try that 12 star spice?”

“Fuck you. No.” Teressa said, “Don’t you go ruining my food with that shit, either.”

“Oh! Come’on! You might like it!”

Poi came into the room—

Teressa latched onto Poi’s leadership, saying, “Poi! This Team Leader is about to commit 12-star culinary crimes! What’s her punishment?”

“Send her out to fight for her life against monsters that will eat her alive.”

Jane laughed. Poi smiled.

Teressa seriously said, “I don’t want to be put on background duty, Poi. Don’t let that happen.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Poi said, “But we’re all getting the assignments we need, and you made yourself an indispensable prognosticator with a natural mana sense range of 120 meters and an eye on the big picture. Blame yourself.”

“Yeah yeah.” Teressa said, “Point taken.”

Jane went to the pantry, asking, “How can I help make dinner?”

“I want mashed potatoes,” Kiri said, coming into the room. “Like how Erick made them.”

“Then that is what we shall have.” Jane moved toward the cold room, asking, “Who wants to start explaining?”

Kiri said, “I want to know where Erick is, and why you think he isn’t dead, even though Yggdrasil has been shown to survive when horrible things have been done to Erick. And then I want a highlight of everything else you think is important.” She added, “And I want to know about the runic armaments you all got, but I can wait on that. We probably don’t have enough time to get through everything before the nightly siege.”

Jane glanced to Teressa, who glanced to Poi. Who was going to start?

Poi began, “So there was this Teleporting Pad in this place called Enduring Forge, located under the Northern Tribulations; the mountain range that runs all throughout Nelboor. It was there that...”

Poi explained a lot of things.

Kiri listened. She calmly raised objections. Poi elaborated. Jane joined in sometimes. Teressa took over once she was done with the major cooking, weaving a story of the Worldly Path fit for a bard. As they ate nice steaks and copious mashed potatoes with lots of butter, they got back to barracks teasing, and assorted stories, and gallows humor. Kiri broke down a few times for reasons she didn’t go into, but Jane, Poi, and Teressa were there to lift her back up. By the time dinner was actually over and cleaned up, Kiri remained concerned about what happened to Erick.

Jane said, “He’s alive, Kiri, because if he’s dead then I’m... I’m not sure what. It’ll be bad.”

Poi said, “We have Minds on various necromancers the world over, who are already trying to call forth Erick’s soul from the manasphere. There’s a small chance that he could slip through those nets, but it’s a low chance. Very low.”

Jane looked to Poi, and asked a question that had been burning a hole in the back of her thoughts. “Quilatalap?”

“Yes,” Poi answered.

Teressa breathed deep, mumbling, “Fuck.”

“If that’s how it is, then that’s how it is. Okay. Fine.” Kiri breathed deep, then she seemed to appear lighter, as though she had set aside her worries, and moved on to other ones. She declared, “Dammit all to fucking shit. I missed out by coming back to Spur, didn’t I!” She looked to Teressa, saying, “Fucking world-class prognosticator.” She looked to Poi. “Adamantium armor!” And then Jane. “And enough Points to make everything easier!”

“Yup!” Jane said, “And don’t forget the runework! And the gridwork! And the reflections. That’s probably the biggest deal to come out of all this. All three of us can reflect most directed spellwork.”

Kiri scowled. “Why don’t they teach us that in Arcanaeum!”

Teressa smirked. “And I got aura control and Remade every single Shaping spell and a lot of the basic ones, too.”

Poi said, “You made out very well, Teressa.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Teressa smiled.

Kiri said, “This is infuriating! I thought I had a good education, but I didn’t get a sponsor until I came here... Granted, my sponsor is Erick, but... Dammit.” She asked Teressa, “Which do you think is more important? Aura control, or all the senses?”

Teressa said, “Aura control, for sure.”

Jane said, “Yeah. Aura control. I’m working on it, but I haven’t had much luck.”

“There’s gonna be a lot of downtime in the coming siege,” Poi said, “So you got time to practice.”

“But besides all that, reflection spellwork is super important.” Teressa said, “The reflection-thing is mostly used against people, though, which isn’t something that happens a lot in Spur.”

Jane said, “Dad knew about the importance of reflections before we went to Nelboor.”

“He did.” Teressa said, “And I think I was rather dismissive at the time; shows what I know.”

Kiri looked a bit lost—

Poi said to Kiri, “Spur would have lost a lot more people without your presence. And besides that, Erick will eventually be back. I’m sure he’ll pick up some equally world-changing magic aside from [Gate], too, and he’ll want to share.”

“Oh yeah.” Teressa said, “100% gonna happen.”

Jane smiled.

Kiri gave a small grin. “I can only hope.” And then she frowned, and said, “I’m glad to be here, but... It’s been... Sometimes I’ve felt as though I’ve saved someone from themselves only to find their corpse among the dead the next day. And these idiots— These traveling adventurers from Greensoil are the worst. They’re all FUCKING IDIOTS.”

“Ah. So nothing has changed.” Teressa nodded.

Poi said, “Yup. You were saving idiots back on your tour of duty in Ar’Kendrithyst, too, so this shouldn’t be that much different.”

Kiri frowned. “... I suppose the scale is different. I actually see every individual body these days. I see every failure to communicate, and every failure of orders. Every single night at least 10 to 15 people die trying to kill a big amalgam because the big ones can be anywhere from level 75 to 95.” She stressed, “Everyone wants the easy levels and none of the idiots are prepared to actually fight at that level.”

Jane smiled softly, feeling suddenly giddy as she said, “Then it’s a good thing we’re back. I’m going to kill-steal all of those amalgams.”

“Good fucking luck!” Kiri exclaimed.

It was good to be home.

Poi said, “You will follow orders, Jane, and not deviate from them.”

Jane waved him off, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Poi gave her a pretty impressive glare.

Jane held her hands in the air, saying, “I’ll be good! I swear!”

Teressa grinned. Kiri smirked.

Poi mm-hmm’d.