The rift in the roof of Enduring Forge's cavern showed stars and the hint of a sunset far away, while down below, where Erick stood, the city remained lit with diffuse light. The shadows were relegated to the deepest corners of unused housing, but there was not much of that to be had, for the city was rather packed. Upon this land of several square kiloters, between 130,000 to 140,000 people lived, though precise counts failed due to the transient population that moved in and out as they desired.
Erick was rather concerned with those transient populations, but only for one reason. He shared his concern with the people standing next to him, "I don't want to be responsible for an accidental death that is easily avoided. Soone could co into the city with an underlying problem and not know that there is a danger. But if you're sure…" He let his voice trail off, not sure what his own implication was in doing so, only that it felt right to let these people fill in the blanks on their own, with whatever they wished to think.
Erick stood on the steps of city hall, looking across at the platforms for the noble district, and the Smithy, while down below lay the main land of Enduring Forge. He was not the only one standing on those steps. Arakag Adama, the current Mayor of Enduring Forge, along with Grosgrena Adama, the Old Smith, and Barir Adama, the General of the Armies, stood nearby. More people besides those stood further away, near guards or on their own to witness the spectacle of the night. All of everyone present was dressed in finery, fit for a party, for the banquet was scheduled to start right after Erick had finished with the [Withering]. All of the people here except for Erick were all quite sure that whatever monsters Erick happened to kill would be small things, while the idea of a person dying was ridiculous.
Erick was wary, though.
Arakag explained, "Our thods for detecting core formation are rather more expansive than you might be used to on the Surface. Not only have we actively Scanned for all cores in the last few days, but we've also hung up a few discreet detectors in the doorways of many well-trod areas across the city; at the entrance to the churches, and the beer halls, across a few roads here and there, and even in the entrance of city hall." She gestured behind them all, toward the large double doors. A thin tal fra addition had been stuck inside the main door fra. Runes upon that addition were lit with detection magics. She added, "We even retrofitted much of the runic web to include these additions, while in so places, we rely replaced and recharged old systems, for much of this has been overkill; or normal systems catch all possible cannibals, anyway."
"I noticed all of those, and I thank you for taking the ti... Even if they are redundant to your usual thods." In a mont of vulnerability, and since there was almost no one else around since this was the ti between daylight and night hours, Erick sighed, and said, "It seems that my recent problems with a war in another part of the world has caused to be spell-shy when it cos to using a few of my magics how they were ant to be used." He added, "At least this one is still prevented by a basic [Weather Ward]."
Barir said, "Our Beastmasters are prepared; we expect no casualties there."
Grosgrena said, "And the Smithy has a special allowance to let this spell flow into there; this day only."
"It took a while, but we got it done." Arakag said, "We have ensured that no one is hurt that doesn't need to be hurt. We're ready whenever you are, Archmage Flatt.
Grosgrena smiled small, while Barir stood tall and Arakag gave a small nod. None of them said it, but they would wait here with Erick, for as long as it took.
Erick decided to get on with it.
Ophiels flew out into the city, each one casting [Domain of the Withering Sli], each one supporting a three-ter wide sphere of ghostly white light, summoning a tsunami of thick air out of the manasphere. Their intangible spells crashed, silently, effortlessly, into the main platform down below, and up across the platforms above, so spilling outward, so lifting up. Three Ophiels started the show, but more ca soon enough. Soon, seven orbs of light had spread throughout the entire cavern of Enduring Forge, easily covering the entire city and so of the lands beyond, but Erick kept the spellwork mostly inside the cavern. While [Weather Ward]s had been laid down so of the larger tunnels to protect the Reset, there was no need to go pressing against those spells.
Instantly, notifications started pouring in.
Erick warily listed them off, "Rockmite larva, Rockmite queen, cloakers, slis of all sorts—" Erick paused. He asked, "Steel ooze?" He was struck with several simultaneous problems with that latest notification. "But it's steel? Not water-based?"
Arakag went stock still—
Grosgrena laughed. "Ha! I knew we had one of them! Fuckers are smart."
"Where was it?" Barir asked.
"No idea. I could scan for it later?" Erick counted up the zeros in the notification, then said, "I think it was level 82." Didn't budge his own exp numbers, though.
"It was at the Smithy." Grosgrena said, "And it's technically a platinum ooze, but naming conventions are what they are. Been around for a long ti, too, if the stories of platinum slis could be counted as true. Every so often soone reports a platinum sli, but then the little critter vanishes. An ooze had to be hunting the slis, for sure, but no one could ever catch sight of the beast. And now it's gone! Ha— Oh. This ans we might get a platinum sli spawn, soon." She added, "I'll have my people search for the body. Bet there's a good deal of odd treasures wherever it laired."
"But it's tal," Erick ca back to. "And oozes don't have cores?"
Grosgrena shrugged. "What can I say; before today it was more myth than known fact. Maybe it was just a really big sli with a proper core and nad funny by the Script?"
"Well. Sure. I've seen stranger shit." Erick was not sure if he had ever seen a misnad Kill Notification, though, but he let it go. He read off another strange listing, "Rune slis?"
Grosgrena smirked. "Unique variety, but rather standard around here in the main platform's sewers. They like to eat at the exposed runic web, sucking down magic that is not theirs to suck."
Erick nodded, then he saw the next notification and prepared himself for a bad ti. "What's an 'adamantium sucker'?"
No one seed to care, though.
Barir was the first to answer, "It's a bug-like monster about the size of an adult's torso that eats the magic out of the adamantium chains, like the runic slis. It's mostly harmless unless we get a massive, massive outbreak of them and they manage to drain the defenses, though that almost never happens."
"It's happened twice before," Grosgrena said, unworried.
They let the topic drop…
Which ant that adamantium suckers weren't a problem.
After a bit of searching, Erick found one of the non-problematic monsters. In the cavernous, broken land below the city —Down Below, as it was known— there were black-body dried monster corpses laying here and there, like they had fallen off of the adamantium chains directly above. Which is probably exactly what happened. They looked like shriveled spider corpses, but stockier, blacker, and thinner, with mouths that looked like a lamprey's. If they were alive, Erick suspected that they could easily hide among the house-sized black chains of Enduring Forge.
After the initial burst of notifications the rate of new kills slowed down considerably, and then, after a little more than a minute since the last notification, stopped altogether. Through Ophiel's eyes, Erick watched thick air play through towers and caress the adamantium chain links that held the city in the center of the cavern. The whole city had been notified previously that this was going to take place, and so so people were out on the roads, running their hands through the thick air that rushed down their streets, like they were at the bottom of a fast river. So kids played in the streams. So of the very young tried to swim, but you couldn't swim on thick air.
After another full minute without another notification, and feeling like he had tested Fate enough, Erick said, "That's all, it seems." He ended the spellwork. Thick air retreated back into the fully-surrounding light, vanishing like mirages into the middle distance. Erick said, "Done."
Grosgrena giggled like a woman a tenth her age, saying, "Amazing! Thank you, archmage."
Arakag bowed a little, saying, "You do us a great service, but I am glad to see our own thods have already mostly secured our lands."
Barir asked, "How many adamantium sucker notifications did you get?"
Erick checked. "Looks like 1500."
Arakag breathed deep, looking suprely happy.
Grosgrena had a much more practical response. She said to Barir, "Even if he got all of them, don't you slack off. They'll co back stronger than ever if we don't keep up normal patrols; they always do."
"I'm aware." Barir said, "I'll divert sucker patrol to seeker squad. See if we can disrupt the egg cycle."
Erick took a small joy in the naming of Barir's squads; they were most certainly the jokes of various soldiers—
Arakag asked, "So? No people, correct?"
"Ah! Yeah. No people." Erick happily said, "No people. Good prep work, you all."
Grosgrena smirked. Barir relaxed a fraction.
Arakag announced, "Then, it is with great pleasure, that I announce that the Reset of the Cavern and of Enduring Forge is complete, and without incident." She spoke to everyone present, "Thank you all, for your hard work in achieving this working." She said to Erick, "And thank you, most of all, Archmage Erick Flatt."
Grosgrena bowed to Erick, alongside Barir, and Arakag. The nearby black-armored soldiers stationed to the sides of the wide staircase bowed, and all the other nobles on the stairs followed suit.
Arakag rose. Her voice took on a deeper, distant flow, as she spoke to the whole city, but also just to them, there on the staircase of city hall. "Let the celebrations comnce!"
Erick's train of thought derailed as a bright, sparkling light launched from the top of a tower near the middle of the city. That light shot up into the sky, and suspended, briefly, before it exploded into a shower of red and white glints that spread like a blossoming flower.
Erick's heart was in his throat the whole ti as he watched the [Fireball], but everyone else seed perfectly calm.
Then the next exploding ball of light showered the air with blue and green glints, followed rapidly by many more fireworks launched from many different towers, here and there across the city. People down below were already breaking out into celebrations, with people opening kegs and starting up bands and clapping hands with their neighbors. So people got into the mood quickly, to start dancing to the music with others who were similarly happy.
It was then that Erick realized he was having a minor War Response, instead of being happy that everything had gone well. The feeling remained, but Erick successfully pretended to not be spooked by the loud noises and bright lights.
Arakag spoke proudly, "If we could all please reconvene at the noble district, the primary celebration will begin in half an hour and last about three hours." She said to Erick, "I have been inford that many of the houses have various runic artifacts in their various possessions that they wish to display for your perusal. Should I inform them that you are interested?"
Erick's PTSD was temporarily fully forced back into the background, as he smiled, laughed a little, then said, "Yes! I'm very interested in that. How did you kn— Ah. Well. I never made any attempts to hide what I wanted, did I? What sort of runic artifacts?"
With a pleasant smile of her own, Arakag gestured to so of the people present, explaining, "House Whitesteel, with Scion Yarlinnia, has an Arcane Attuner which allows for plain, channeled mana to produce a Solid Ward of decent size. House Slate, with Patriarch Jalrock, has a Sliding System which you will surely enjoy. House Platinum, with Patriarch Rial Plat has a Sli Spawner which allows various spellwork to produce tal slis on command." She gestured to herself, saying, "And House Adama has a secret about runic webs that we wish to share, in the hopes that you may bring this magic to the rest of the world, but we do not speak of this particular secret out loud."
Erick's eyes went wide as he looked upon the gathered people, and smiled at the opportunity presented to him. This was going to be great!
Before he could respond—
Grosgrena blurted out, "They're taking that one out of storage?" She stared at Barir, demanding, "Really?"
Barir nodded, saying, "It's the least we can do for the Archmage." He said to Erick, "House Adama has many secrets, but this might aid you more than others. Our sincerest hope is that if you discover sothing interesting that you share this knowledge with us."
Even though he had no idea what they were talking about, it seed important, so Erick had absolutely no problem saying, "Of course!"
"I'd like you to figure out how to take adamantium apart, too, Archmage." Grosgrena said, "Because you need it too, right! I bet that [Grand Fireball] staff you made is already rusted to shit."
Erick laughed easily, saying, "It is, and you're right, too. I'd love to know how to work adamantium, too."
Grosgrena said, "Good! Long as we all have our priorities straight." She waved a hand, signing off, "See you all at the party. I'm taking the shortcut." And then she blipped away in a flicker of black and thick air.
Many of the other nobles bowed, before they, too, blipped away.
Arakag glanced backward.
Teressa, Nirzir, and Jane, stood back beyond the congregation. Poi was the only one of Erick's people who remained a re two ters from him. All of them wore their best set of clothes that they had brought with them on this trip.
Arakag asked, "Does everyone know how to get to the party? I could take your people if you have sowhere else to be at this particular mont."
Erick took the offer, saying, "They'd love to follow you. Poi and I will et you there shortly."
Jane frowned a little, probably more because she had wanted to be there when Erick t with Darabella to intimidate the woman. Honestly, Erick was thankful for Arakag's offer, even if the making of such an offer indicated a high degree of spying.
Arakag, Barir, and the girls left through the Teleport Square first.
And then it was Erick and Poi's turn, but they went sowhere else.
- - - -
The main city was almost entirely in celebration with people drinking and singing in the streets, while restaurants and vendors sold food from windows and from carts. It would be at least an hour before people really got into the party spirit, but so happy fools were already bare chested and deep into their cups, and looking to get deeper.
Most of those people stayed off of Steel Street, itself, since this was a particularly ritzy part of town and these people preferred parties inside their multi-level hos. But Steel Street had a Teleport Square at one end of it, and there were people out tonight.
Erick mostly avoided the crowds.
Mostly.
"AYYYY! It's the Archmage!" Yelled a particularly happy woman from the second floor balcony of her mansion, as she looked over the railing, directly down at Erick. Her chest was barely covered, and she sported two mugs of ale, one in each hand, that seed small in comparison to her massive breasts. "Ey! Everyone! It's Erick down—"
Poi calmly said, "This is not the Erick you are looking for."
The woman, right as other people up there with her were beginning to clamber forward, announced, "False alarm! Just an Ophiel."
Erick smiled wide.
So man further up there yelled out, "You're drunk!"
"And looking to get drunker!" said the boisterous woman, turning back to her party. "Tell that band to play louder! Louder, I say! Ha ha!"
Soone cast a spell near the band up there, and their music suddenly pounded out into the bright night. They weren't the only band playing loud. Ophiel twittered on Erick's shoulder, joining his own quiet song to the music that poured out of high class beer halls and private parties here and there.
And so passed the third non-event in the last three minutes since stepping off of the Teleport Square, or at least the third one that Poi directly prevented from happening.
Erick chuckled a bit as he walked on, toward his destination.
The road itself was narrow, at only three ters wide. Compared to most roads in most other parts of the world, Steel Street was more of an alleyway, since the buildings on both sides towered above and there were no lawns to be had. Each bordering structure was at least three or four stories tall, but there had been a pair of towers seven stories tall back there. Despite the cramped quarters, there were no shadows down here. Light was everywhere inside Enduring Forge, after all. Walking here didn't feel nearly as claustrophobic as Erick had feared.
There were so nice sights down here. One of them was ahead and to the left.
The Church of the Forgotten Light. It was a remarkable building of spiraling columns with firelights contained inside those columns, and walls made of opaque, white stone. In so places the opaqueness of the stone had been drawn back, like mist, allowing the wall to beco clear crystal, forming windows. From afar and at first glance the building appeared plain, but the entire thing, inside and out, with multiple stories and multiple alcoves of importance, was carved up like an altar to Atunir with hundreds of thousands of small dioramas playing out all across the opaque stone and even in so of the crystal-clear spots. A normal person could probably spend a full day studying the sculptures and maybe get through half of them.
Erick wanted to go in there and spend an hour looking at it all. It might take him that long to understand the full story on display. Erick had never heard of the Church of Forgotten Light until he ca here, so this was all very new to him, but there were no people inside the building, and no one seed to be interested in the place. It seed… Forgotten; but that seed too on-the-nose. And yet it wasn't forgotten at all; the place was clearly kept together and clean and presentable by soone.
A brief check through the manasphere of the past revealed what appeared to be normal people going into the place to pay their respects to the sculptures in the alcoves. A bit more looking revealed an old man in white robes who cast various spells as he walked around the place for maybe an hour in the last 12. Erick got the impression that the church was dedicated to the Old Cosmology. There were definite sculptures of broken worlds in there.
But that mystery would have to wait for later.
Because on the right side of the street was a mansion like most of the others, where Darabella sat on a small chair in a room in the front, reading a book by a window. She looked wonderful. Erick had only taken a few minutes to distract himself with the mystery of the Church of the Forgotten Light, but now, it was on to better things!
He walked over to the front door, which was set back from the road, and triggered a few [Alarm Ward]s as he knocked upon the door. A pleasant chi echoed inside the well-appointed abode. Erick tried not to pry too much, though he did have his mana sense open as a matter of course.
Darabella heard the doorbell and promptly flipped her shit, throwing her book across the room where it slamd into the wall and tumbled down. She ignored the crumpled reading material as she rushed to the front door, touching her reddish-brown hair as she went by a mirror, making sure her flyaways were less airborne. Then she rapidly moved to the door and then cald herself, before opening it, and saying, "Hello, Erick."
Yellow dress, sunny overcoat, a bright smile, and kind eyes to match the cute dimples in her cheeks.
Erick honestly said, "You're beautiful. Hello, Darabella."
Darabella's slightly red-brown cheeks tinted even redder as she giggled, saying, "You're pretty nice, too."
A nice, calm mont passed.
And then Darabella stepped out of her house and closed the door behind her— "Shall we—" but the door didn't latch. It swung back open. Darabella stared at the offending, misbehaving door for a second, then she rapidly grabbed the handle and yanked it hard, slamming the door shut with a click. She breathed out, then casually touched a set of runes in the doorfra. An [Alarm Ward] spread throughout the entire structure; it wasn't a Solid Ward at all, but at least it would alert her if soone entered the place without her permission. And then she turned to Erick, asking, "Shall we take the shortcut?"
"Yes." Erick let his light touch Poi, while he held out his hand to Darabella. She slipped her hand into his and gave a gentle squeeze, sending Erick's heart to flutter right alongside her own. Erick smiled, and said, "We'll take the shortcut."
"I'm ready," Darabella said, with a happy lilt.
White light flashed, and then they were elsewhere.
- - - -
The noble district of Enduring Forge, upon the third platform of the uppermost tier of the city, and with a good view of the crack in the cavern above, looked exactly as it should have looked, considering that not many nobles actually lived here full ti. It was a place of unchanging stability, of mansions built for looks and for storage, rather than for individuals and assorted populations. The walls were ornate and runed all throughout, with so holding way too much power to be easily taken down and reapplied as they would have to be, if the people here moved freely. So they did not move freely at all. Knowing what he now knew about this place, Erick could tell that the noble district was more of a storage yard pretending at being a living space, than a living space with storage options.
So of the more solid constructions here and there were completely opaque to Erick's mana sense, with windows that were little more than ornate fakery upon solid walls that were solid steel, ant to keep everyone out. From the air, which was heavily crisscrossed with [Alarm Ward]s and all sorts of detective and preventive magics, and from far away, because there was no way Erick was letting Ophiel get close to so of those defensive spells, Erick guessed that the whole noble district was about 85% fake.
But that was the function of the noble district.
What it actually looked like, though, was opulence in comfortable wood and creamy stone, with carved magic emplaced behind very delineated property lines, with short walls between properties that even the un-Matriculated could hop over, if they wanted. Inside those property lines, in what had to be so sort of showing-off contest, it seed every house tried to outdo their neighbors with style and beauty. Soaring towers. Sky bridges. Artistic lighting illuminating countless balconies and courtyards all over the place.
Only about 30% of what was out there was habitable, with at least 70% of the more solid-looking 'houses' here and there being secured facilities that were hardly ever ant to be opened. The entire place was filled with Anti-Magic runes of all kinds, too. Erick didn't see any hostile runes in any of the workings, here or there, so anyone probably could fly in here, or whatever, and try to get around, but good luck to them actually getting inside any of these places. You probably couldn't blip, or [Stoneshape], anywhere within a hundred ters of this place.
Erick was almost tempted to try, to see if he could. He refrained, obviously, but the small voice telling him to try, to test the magic, and see how it worked, was never far away.
They weren't headed to any of those well protected places, though.
Erick, Darabella, and Poi appeared upon a hexagon of white stone, off center of the platform. Six roads led off in six directions, but the largest road, the one to the north, split into two roads further down the way, heading left and right. The entire platform had been divided into seven sowhat equal-sized areas. Their destination laid down the largest path, to the north.
Guards and escorts stood apart from the Teleport Hexagon, and it was easy to tell which was which. The guards were in black armor. The escorts were nobles themselves, for sure, for they called out new arrivals onto the square by na, and were dressed in finery that matched those of the people blipping into the space. Most people were here for their friends.
But Erick had an escort, too.
Not two seconds after appearing on the hexagon, Jalrock called out, "Archmage!" The young patriarch of house Slate waved as he ca forward, happily saying, "Welco to the noble district!" He bowed, then raised, saying, "Thank you for your service."
So of the nearby nobles also bowed, giving small thanks. Darabella involuntarily squeezed his left hand, obviously nervous that many eyes lingered upon her. Erick returned the gesture, hoping to calm her, but really, she was the one who knew everyone here; Erick was the one who was out of place. And speaking of being out of place, Erick decided to move their little gathering off of the Teleport Hexagon, for other people were coming and going from this location rather rapidly.
Once he had relocated to the side, Erick said, "Thank you for the invite." He gestured with his free hand, asking, "The party is that way?"
Jalrock nodded, saying, "A short walk down a small road, to the House of Adama. Your daughter and other people went that way, not fifteen minutes ago. The party is already underway." He asked, "As far as order of events is concerned, we would like you to take your seat at the high table for a few talks while the banquet is served, but after the als are over there are any hundred of options for magical learning stationed all across the noble district. Everyone wants to talk to you, and to show you what they have, in case they might tempt your interest." He smiled gently, adding, "We're glad you ca out tonight, too, Darabella. It's been a while."
Darabella smiled; a strained expression. "It has been a long while, Jalrock. Sorry I didn't co to your ascension feast. You're taking well to your position as the Face of Enduring Forge."
Erick raised an eyebrow.
Jalrock noticed, and said, "It's my duty to ensure that guests of honor are well received. I was to be your guide for tonight, but if you wish, Darabella knows everyone here, too."
Darabella instantly, but quietly, refuted, "No no. I can't do that—" She paused. She glanced to Erick with hope in her eyes, and then told Jalrock, "I heard you managed to repair the Sliding System." She said to Erick, "You really should see that one. It always breaks down after every use, but when it's in motion it's a miracle of runic engineering."
Jalrock gave a small grin as he said, "They fixed it up two days ago in preparation to show the archmage."
Darabella gave a small, "Eee!" Then she looked up to Erick with a sudden flush of worry in her eyes and calmly said, "Uh. If you want to see runic systems I suggest that one above all others."
Erick smirked, saying, "I want to see this 'Sliding System', too." Arakag had already ntioned that one, specifically, so Erick was happy to see that it was ntioned multiple tis. Erick added, "After the festivities."
"Then since I seem to retain my job for now—" Jalrock gestured down the road. "Please follow , Archmage Flatt, to a night of cheer and cuisine of the finest order."
Jalrock took the lead. Erick followed with Darabella holding onto his left hand, and Poi taking position in the rear.
Jalrock Slate gestured to a few of the houses on the way down the road, explaining who lived here or there, and what they primarily did for Enduring Forge. The brief tour didn't cover much of the noble district, as the road wasn't more than a few hundred ters long and most of the houses were elsewhere, but Erick did learn a bit about House Slate, which was their tourism and public relations house (though Jalrock did not call it that), and about House Silver, which was primarily responsible for the mining of mundane materials in the city. House Platinum had a beautiful ho of steel and silver, and they were responsible for much of the magical tal trade that flowed through Enduring Forge.
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At the end of the street, where the road split left and right, there was an open gate. Beyond that gate lay their destination; House Adama, the ho of those personally responsible for the defense of the land. Originally, there had been only one 'House', of Clan Adamantium, but that mansion was the city hall, and everyone had moved their storage houses over here hundreds and hundreds of years ago.
The new ho of House Adama, the main House, was a brilliant white land of squarish towers and peaked roofs and at least three wings all joined together at a do in the center. The whole place reminded Erick of a layered cake, or the Taj Mahal, or the Kremlin, but done with four-sided architecture in mind. It had plenty of balcony space on the backside, though, and that was where the party was, but they had to go through the house to get there.
Erick and his party passed a few guards in black plate as they approached the main doors, which were wide open. Small groups of people stood beyond, discussing various topics while they sipped beer from mugs and ate finger foods off of small plates.
The room itself was a massive atrium with a grand staircase beyond that led to the second floor where anyone could wander down any of a dozen different hallways. Everything was white stone, including the underside of the central pyramid-do of the house, which was just overhead. A blazing white light hung in that space up there, giving off warmth and light like the sun, but less oppressive. So plants were even growing in the corners of the rooms, soaking up the light.
It was a nice space.
People were already looking his way, many of them eager to speak with him, but Erick got the distinct impression that an order of etings had been set up ahead of ti, due to the way certain people stood here and there in the foyer. Erick would likely et with them all soon enough.
Jalrock decided to get away from that actual process, though, saying, "I'll hover around you if you need anything, archmage, but otherwise I will remain unobtrusive."
"Before you go." Erick asked, "Does Enduring Forge have other archmages?"
"No." Jalrock seed to hide all of his emotions, as he said, "Enduring Forge has no other archmages. If you chose to stay, you would be our only one. This would afford you a certain level of prestige all your own." And then he bowed, taking his leave.
Poi did not stop himself from leveling a brief, withering glare at the man, but he cut the glare short. Poi's look was not nearly as hate-filled as it could have been. In response, Erick shoved thoughts at the man about how Spur was still his ho, and that he would not leave without good reason.
To which Poi just rolled his eyes—
And there was no more ti to dissect any personal interactions, because Arakag Adama stepped away from her people to et with Erick, saying, "Welco to House Adama, Archmage Flatt." She gave a small wave to a nearby caterer who popped right over with three drinks on a white stone platter, as Arakag began, "House Adama thanks you for your service, and hopes you enjoy the vintage. Perhaps you'd like to et so of our clansn?"
Erick took his drink while Darabella took hers, and Poi grabbed one, too, but likely only to hold in his hands, to keep up appearances. Erick sipped his wine, and it was good.
Erick said, "Lovely wine. I would love to et new people."
And so he did.
The first eting was most telling of what the rest of the evening would bring.
Rial Plat, the patriarch of House Platinum, was a severe man of thinning hair and thinner proportions. He got right down to it, saying, "House Platinum wishes to extend to you the offer of amicable trade deals with Spur for various magical tals and assistance with runic web creation and maintenance, if you bring a Gate to this land. We are even willing to work with Candlepoint, though we would prefer not to work with unknowns, you understand. Not until we are sure they aren't a trick."
Erick said, "As soon as I figure [Gate] out, I would be very willing to supply Enduring Forge with a Gate. I'm pretty sure that there are still many secrets to that magic hidden away in this place, anyway, so you'll have to help find them before any real plans can be made."
Rial, and more than a few observers outside of Erick's current little group, perked up at that. Rial asked, "You think we have the secrets of [Gate] here? In our city?"
"Of course you do." Erick said, "You're the only runic society I've ever heard of and it already makes a lot of sense for runes to be useful in the creation of [Gate]. This thod of enchanting is beyond wonderful. Why, just yesterday I set a glacier on fire with a staff of [Fireball]s! I even handed off the staff to one of my people and they fired off the sa [Fireball]s that I put into the thing, using a novel thod of triggering that I read about in the books Darabella here loaned to ." He smiled at her, and said to them both, "I managed to make a [Prestidigitation] trigger."
Darabella gasped, saying, "You did! How! I've been working on that for a year!"
Erick chuckled, saying, "It was difficult, and the trigger only works for a specific application of [Prestidigitation] and that specific staff, but what you do is point with [Prestidigitation], and the five [Fireball]s fire off in that pointed direction. [Force Bolt] is fine for precise 'touching' of a nearby target, but this is [Fireball] we're talking about here; 'precise' isn't exactly needed."
There were a few polite laughs.
Erick said, "Any other application of [Prestidigitation] simply launches the spell out of the Escape clause, so in that case you have to point the actual staff in the desired direction. Still works, though."
Darabella stared at Erick for a good while, uncomprehending, and interested, but mostly uncomprehending about how he could have figured out what she had left incomplete in her own notes.
Erick left that alone for now, though, and returned to the secrets of [Gate], explaining, "But as I was saying: the answers to [Gate] might be here, inside Enduring Forge. Or maybe more appropriately, there are good hints. That is more realistic. I might have already t one of those hint-holders, too." He asked Darabella, "You were working on a way to extend [Teleport]'s range with runic Teleport Squares, yes? They weren't in your notes, but you spoke of them earlier."
Darabella snapped to the mont, saying, "I haven't had much ti to devote to theoretical workings, but I had planned on sharing those notes with you soti soon. I would love to discuss this topic in a research setting." She hesitantly added, "I haven't touched that project in a long ti."
Rial, and a few outside observers, had a hesitation among them as they heard Darabella's words.
—Arakag spoke up, "If you feel you could do well with theoretical runework then I could speak to the Old Smith on your behalf. We might need to train up a few more Rune Smiths anyway, if Archmage Flatt's enthusiasm for runework carries with him back to Spur." She asked him, "Do you think we will be getting orders for runic web installations in the future?"
"My enthusiasm is stoked, for sure. Runework is amazing." Erick said, "So unless there are so incredibly easy ways to break the system, I cannot believe that more places don't use them." He did not specifically answer her question.
Arakag understood the implications. She said, "It's no more or less easy to break than any other city defense." Arakag looked to Darabella, saying, "Would you agree, Rune Master?"
Darabella said, "I don't know enough about the intricacies of other systems to say, for sure, but I would say the ease and capabilities of runes are well docunted. It's great for defense, but you have to watch out for certain problems that only runework brings, and only when malcontents know how to corrupt the runic system."
Rial Plat said, "I would say that runework is a few steps below the usefulness of a truly gifted archmage, but we're about equal with the Singers of Songli and an average archmage. Runework is vastly superior to the usual cadres of archwarriors so places employ to defend themselves, for sure. The high-end formations for runic defense can get a bit too much, though. If you create too many walls, you might find yourself locked in a very small room."
Arakag and Darabella lightly laughed at that; it must have been an inside jo—
Ah. All of the noble district was covered in defensive layers, locking a lot of people behind those self-imposed walls.
Gallows humor, then.
"The walls seem well-made." Erick asked, "You can even stuff anti-magic runes into the webs, too, though I gather that you only do that up here, in the noble district? I didn't see many of these anti-magic runes down in the main city, or really anywhere else. Is this because too many anti-magic runes lock you in place?"
"Exactly right." Arakag nodded, as she said, "The protections in this area are much tighter than those inside the main city, for it is oppressive to live under these defensive layers, and also sotis dangerous. In tis of trouble, most people in the main city quickly retreat into the bunkers, with [Teleport] getting them close and then they proceed inward on foot. But here? The caretakers have to hunker down and hope that their walls are enough, for it is a chore to take down the runes that secure so of these places." She added, "It took us an hour to open up this house for this party, but so of the tighter areas would require full weeks of magic bleed to let the doors open a crack."
"I see Solid Wards all over the place, but am I to understand that they don't have permissions?" Erick wasn't quite sure what the problem was with making walls that the user could walk through, but as soon as he had that thought, he had another. There was probably even Tricking Magic that allowed people to walk through walls. Hadn't one of the Shades back at Last Shadow's Feast displayed an amulet that let them walk through all magic, unimpeded? Yes, there had been; but it also cut the user off from all of their own magic. Therefore, a mundane wall would stop that sort of intruder. Erick said, "I suppose the mundane walls could be on tirs, too."
"Solid Wards are not as safe as so believe. Anything that allows permissions is suspect," Arakag said.
"Ah. I suppose that is true."
Arakag nodded. "But even those Solid Wards are rely the surface protections. Individual defensive matrices vary, but we do have violent magics in so of these locations, and yes, there are tirs and doors connected to them, too. We try not to kill people who brush up against walls, but there are only so many reasons to be in certain locations around here, so so levels of violent defenses are kept active at all tis."
"Do you get many simple interlopers around here?" Erick asked.
The patriarch of House Platinum said, "Three or four simple interlopers every month. Maybe one or two capable interlopers. We sotis find bodies, but most of those criminals get a shock or a burn and limp away to heal their wounds. The first layer of defense is simple physical deterrent, while subsequent levels of deterrence increase rapidly depending on the items that need protecting."
Erick's eyes went wide. "That's honestly a lot more burglars than I expected. I imagine there's actual violence occasionally, too."
"Yet another reason we don't like to live up here." Rial said, "No one wants to get caught up in the crossfire. We should be safe tonight, though. You're here, after all."
Erick almost laughed, but that would have been the wrong move.
Ah…
Worldly Path, don't fuck up now!
"We have opened many of our vaults to you tonight, Erick, and people find these things out, as they always do," Arakag said, "We're confident that tonight will proceed without incident because we have many soldiers on the ground, physically defending the more important locations." She added, "However, most of the biggest secrets are still under runic lock. So of the deeper secrets can only be shared with trust and cooperation."
Erick smiled, saying, "I'm happy to get whatever I can, for now. Trust can only be developed with ti, so I thank you for humoring my curiosities."
"Almost anything for the Savior of Light." Arakag smirked a bit, and said, "We do things a little less formal down here, so whenever you're ready, the banquet is ready, too. Right up there." She gestured up the grand staircase, then said, "I believe your people are already there. After the main event, House Adama has a special treat to show you; Grosgrena is getting it ready as we speak." She took a step toward the grand staircase, saying, "A pleasure to have you here, Archmage. I'll leave you in Darabella's capable hands." She gave a small nod toward the suddenly flustered-yet-keeping-it-together Rune Smith, then Arakag was off, companionably slipping her arm around Rial, the both of them headed off toward the banquet together.
Suddenly on the spot, Darabella gestured toward the next nearest person, who was soone she knew, saying, "Ah! Erick. This is…"
After a fashion, the first rounds of introductions went well, with Darabella sliding into her apparently-appointed role as both guide and date. The second, third, and subsequent introductions went much better. After a half an hour of small etings, Erick had solidified his planned route of artifact visiting, and gotten a good appreciation for Darabella's expertise in the matter of runes; she wasn't the Master Rune Smith of Enduring Forge without good reason. She spoke up when she knew Erick would want to see sothing, and was as polite as she could be regarding what she knew to be… less than great.
A few of the etings were strained because the other people thought they had sothing very interesting, but Darabella's strained-yet-pleasant smile indicated what they had was worthless. Or at least what they had was sothing that Darabella found less than fantastic.
One of those etings in particular stood out from the rest. Though Darabella and the woman on the other side kept everything very, very polite, it was easy enough to tell that Darabella seed to either hate House Whitesteel, or perhaps she only hated the scion of that house. Yarlinnia Whitesteel seed like a nice enough woman, but she was the sa age as Darabella, and they were both Rune Smiths, with Darabella being elevated from commoner stock, and Yarlinnia being a part of a noble house. Erick suspected that the noble/commoner thing was just a nuance to the actual problem, for Erick had already been introduced to several commoners, and Yarlinnia was standing next to a friend who had also once been a commoner, according to what Erick was seeing.
Darabella and Yarlinnia never said those words, but Erick saw through enough of the obfuscation of polite society to see at least so of the truth. But! None of that really mattered, and no one said anything truly inappropriate. They were probably both saving their words for later, for when Erick (And Darabella, too!) t with Yarlinnia at House Whitesteel to see the Arcane Attuner, which was capable of transforming channeled mana into a Solid Ward effect.
More than a few people simply wanted to et with Erick to try and woo him to remain in Enduring Forge, either indefinitely, or to actually move here.
Soon enough, Erick had gotten through many of the etings, and most of the party had moved on, up the grand staircase, through a massive church-like door, to stand on a balcony out back of the house. It was ti to eat, and the good slls had been taunting Erick for a while. He was hungry.
- - - -
A balcony of white stone stretched alongside the windows of the main house, going both left and right while extending outward a good ten ters from the mansion. More grand staircases dropped down from ends of that balcony toward a lower level, where a small orchard of specialty-product fruit trees grew alongside carefully maintained berry bushes. The orchard was only four trees in total, but two of them instantly caught Erick's eyes. One of them was a myriad citrus, the other was a cocoa tree, while the others were varieties that he did not recognize. One of the bushes was of Erick's make, as well, but it was not a berry, but a bean; they were Erick Beans, the product of [Exalted Rain] when left running for 24 hours.
A few people were moseying around the orchard and the berry bushes, looking up at the trees or down at the bushes, engaging in small conversations while sampling from food stations that were preparing dishes from those various plants, as requested. It reminded Erick of sampling treats at a supermarket, when the sellers were trying to get you to buy their stuff. Erick would likely go down there and request sothing from the myriad citrus table, but for now—
The main party was on the balconies, with tables set up everywhere and many people already talking. Small finger foods were set up at the side, but the main course was waiting to be served. Erick could see the teams of servers gathering beyond the door in the center of the gathering, rushing about in last second preparations. On the other side of the balcony space, a band played stringed instrunts, which Ophiel seed to enjoy, as evident by his tiny bouncing upon Erick's shoulder. Yggdrasil's eye also bounced in ti to Ophiel's movents. Erick smiled at that.
Jane, Teressa, and Nirzir, were already seated up by the high table; they were not directly at the high table. The high table wasn't that high, though, which Erick was glad to see. Erick's designated seat was on a short, deciter high platform. This was obviously to facilitate ease of movent and discussions, which so people were already doing, and would probably continue to do throughout the actual al. Jane was currently talking to a Rune Smith who Erick had seen working underneath Darabella, while Nirzir was talking to Rial.
Erick's own table was set for two, though; Darabella was expected to sit with him.
Erick smiled as he said to Darabella, "It's always weird eting new people. Thanks for accompanying ."
Darabella's eyes had been montarily locked to the high table for two, but at Erick's words, she cald. "Thank you for the invite. I hardly ever make it out to these things anymore. Not since my husband passed away. Been ten years, now."
Erick sent her, 'Are you comfortable? I want you to be comfortable. I also want you to know that you've been a great help with knowing what runic artifacts are actually worth seeing.'
Darabella smiled small. 'I'm better than okay. Everyone is being really nice tonight. Usually the claws co out more than they ha— Ah. I forget myself. If you could pretend that I never said that so of these people make wolves look civilized, then that would be great.'
Erick managed to keep his own grin small, as he sent, 'But you never said that.'
'Thank you.'
As Erick moved to the head table, people all around began to clap for him, for what he had done either by accident or by design. Many of them were surely clapping for many different reasons.
The next few hours passed in a blur of small speeches and really, really good food. Grosgrena showed up eventually and spoke a bit about how Erick's Particle Magic was already revolutionizing tallurgy itself, but that real breakthroughs always took ti, and they had not had nearly enough of that to discover everything about particles that they could. The next decades would be amazing to see, for sure! Her small speech ended with perhaps the loudest round of clapping yet.
Eventually, Erick managed to get down to the garden and try out so of the citrus items, which included orange icies and lemon cake. Both dishes were just shy of divine.
And then eventually, the food was all eaten, or put away, and no one else wanted to give anymore speeches, while the band played rather loud enough to allow people to have sowhat private conversations here and there. Erick probably spent too long talking to Darabella about various runic designs, and not enough making connections with everyone else, but he really liked the woman.
He did not like the occasional glares Jane leveled at Darabella, though.
Those introductions could have gone better, for sure.
Erick mostly ignored that incident, which was probably for the best. Darabella was certainly never talking to Jane again unless she absolutely had to, and Erick didn't feel like smoothing any of that over at all; not yet, anyway. This was just a small date, and there were many more factors involved in a relationship these days than simply liking each other. But at least Darabella did seem to honestly like him!
He liked her, too.
Too bad a relationship probably wasn't on the table, because, for the fifth ti that night —Erick started counting after the third incident— Darabella ntioned her late husband and how much she missed him. Erick hadn't collected many clues about the man, though, aside from the fact that he had been a noble, and then he had died.
It didn't seem like Darabella was ready to let him go, though. Erick had noticed the various paintings of Darabella and her husband in her house, too. Those paintings were still on the walls like the guy could show up at any minute, though he never would ever again.
… Or maybe Erick was reading too much into the situation. He probably was.
The party ended after only three hours of mingling and als and theorizing about different runic designs. Erick participated in a few tallurgy discussions, but mostly to ask questions; though these Smiths didn't know the exact components of the tals they worked with, they had been working with them for decades upon decades, so they knew their shit.
As people began leaving, Grosgrena pulled Erick aside, saying, "We've got a treat for you, before you go to all the other houses out there. You too, Darabella. Even you haven't seen this one, yet."
Darabella paused. "I haven't?"
- - - -
Through the more defended parts of House Adama they went; down, down, then into a short tunnel into the depths of the platform of the noble district. Arakag and Grosgrena led the way, tapping off various runic defenses on four different doors and in the walls of thick, oppressive hallways. Erick's mana sense dwindled down twenty ters, then down to nothing as they ca upon a main vault door made of adamantium and runic power. Beyond that black separation was an emptiness in the manasphere, or perhaps the mana inside was simply trapped.
Erick's paranoia was yelling at him to escape, to not continue, but he had to keep going. Besides, Poi was with him, though the girls had been left behind, while Darabella, Grosgrena, and Arakag were all displaying perfectly normal behaviors… Theoretically. Grosgrena and Arakag were obviously excited to show Erick whatever it was they couldn't talk about, while Darabella was practically vibrating with excitent.
As Erick spied the main vault door, most of his paranoia vanished. The black expanse was inscribed with an old runic inscription, done in a style that was listed in Darabella's notes and which Erick found fascinating, but which no one practiced anymore. The door was guarded by a poem.
Erick would have asked after it, but they were under strict orders not to talk or [Telepathy] while down here; the runic defenses were strong and would not appreciate any overt attempts at communication while they were still active. So he saved his questions for later. Poi seed able to get away with using his normal [Telepathy], though, so that was odd.
And then Grosgrena ignored her own warnings and spoke the poem aloud; the words lighting up as she said them.
"From ages past there cos a ti
"Of dripping blood and endless cri
"Of bones set down, unhallowed ground
"Of life reduced, of futures bound."
The poem ended there, but Grosgrena continued to speak, triggering so hidden chanisms in the runework that unwound locks inside the vault door. But Erick couldn't hear those words. Grosgrena spoke in unknowable, invisible vibrations, as sothing within the runework all around them pulled her words out of the air, out of the manasphere, and from her throat, simultaneously hiding everything about her in those brief monts. In that ti, Erick could only tell that Grosgrena was a short woman, shrunken with age.
And then Grosgrena was done. Her features returned like soone had removed smudges from the screen. The door flickered. The rims flashed. There was a loud CLICK.
The black door slowly swung open, and power flowed outward, bending the very air before runic power captured that air and succeeded in holding back the expansive force inside. Now, Erick could mana sense inside the chamber beyond. He instantly knew what he was looking at, even though he had never seen one before, and no one had yet ntioned it by na.
The room was adamantium and cubic, three ters to a side, with a pair of pillars that protruded from the top and bottom of the space to et in the middle, around the object. Runes stretched across the entire interior of the room, even spiraling up and down the protrusions. Where the runes t the object, they bathed in the light of bloody, divine fire, soaking in the power, strengthening the magic inside the runes. Erick would not be surprised if this room was completely self-sufficient, never needing to be charged with magic from the main runic web in the house.
For it was divine, for sure.
It was a red sphere, and for so reason, staring at it was like staring at a scale model of a planet made of solid silver tal, with a fully-covering ocean of red waters upon that planet, and with an atmosphere of divine, gold fire. If Erick reached out and grabbed it, the sphere would fit in his palm. It would probably fit well, too.
The red ocean. The divine fire.
It was a Tear of Aloeth, for sure.
It all fit.
Quilatalap had ntioned these artifacts once. They (for there were many of these things, not only one) were supposed to be able to protect an entire city from attack. In retrospect, it made sense for Enduring Forge to have one. They obviously didn't use it, otherwise it would be out there, sowhere, and not contained to this bright, dark room. Or maybe they did have a second Tear out there, sowhere, hooked into the runic web.
Supposedly, the Tears of Aloeth were the precursor to City Shields. They were obviously the precursor to the runic webs of Enduring Forge, too. Probably a lot more than that, too, for the Tear looked like a power source. But if you could replace the power source, which Enduring Forge obviously had, then you could stick this thing in storage and forget about it until it was absolutely needed.
While Erick thought of all that, the door finally finished opening.
Red light bathed the hallway all around Erick, and the others. Darabella gasped as she laid eyes upon the artifact, making a small, happy sound. Arakag asured Darabella's response and found it adequate, but when she tried to asure Erick's, she got a bit worried. Would he try to snatch the Tear? She saw that he clearly knew what it was. But then Arakag turned professional again, and seed to banish those easily readable thoughts from her body language.
Grosgrena spoke, "We can talk now; the defenses are mostly down. Still can't go into the chamber itself."
"It's a Tear of Aloeth," Erick said. "It makes so much sense that you have one."
Grosgrena laughed. Arakag went on edge again.
Darabella demanded with her cute voice, "Now how do you know that! These things are super secret! I've never even seen one, and I'm the Master Rune Smith!" She glanced at the Tear, saying, "But I guess those rumors were true, huh?"
Grosgrena said, "If they got one of these in Ar'Kendrithyst then Enduring Forge would pay a handso price to acquire it."
Erick said, "If Ar'Kendrithyst has one then I don't know about it. But if that place ever did have one, it probably got stolen in the raids after Last Shadow's Feast. Everyone and their whole extended family tried their luck, ransacking that place for all it was worth—" Erick rapidly asked, "This didn't co from Ar'Kendrithyst, did it?"
"No." Grosgrena said, "This one has been here in our care for a very long ti. The history of Enduring Forge and our caretaker of the Tear predates most historical events, but you never know what sort of shit they gathered inside that Dead City."
Erick briefly debated whether or not to use Quilatalap's na, or his moniker of 'Caretaker' that he used while he was pretending to be a Shade inside the Dead City. It was not by accident that Grosgrena used the word 'caretaker' in her response.
Erick avoided that bit of intrigue for now, asking, "Does Aloethag care that you have one?"
"Yes, but also no," Arakag said, opting to speak now that she had decided that Erick wasn't going to simply steal the treasure. "This is a tear of Aloeth, not Aloethag, and that makes all the difference. Besides; if that corpse of an elven goddess ever tried to take it, we'd destroy it sooner than let her have it."
Erick paused.
His thoughts derailed, and then several ideas reorganized themselves. He eyed Arakag, and then Grosgrena, and then Darabella, and then the massive containnt song scrawled inside the entire Tear room. Erick couldn't read those runes, though, for the song was written in so unknown language, but it had to be a song. There were repeated runes here and there, and a general organization that had to be that of music. The whole thing reminded Erick of the adamantium crusher back at the Smithy, with its spiraling runes, but… More.
There was sothing otherworldly about this particular space, of which the Tear was only a half of that feeling. The room itself was different from normal runework. Erick got the feeling that he looked upon hieroglyphics instead of Ancient Script as he studied the flowing scrawls across the black tal.
Suddenly, Erick connected a few widely distant dots, along with an offhand comnt Jane had made about Enduring Forge days ago.
Erick asked, "Does Enduring Forge have ties to the extinct dwarves of the Old Cosmology?"
Arakag resigned herself to sothing that she had been dreading.
Darabella glanced at Erick, then turned to face the Tear room, saying, "That's a leap of logic, but I guess you're good with those." She asked the others, "That's supposed to be a secret too, right?"
"Yes, Darabella," Arakag said. "Supposed to be."
Grosgrena smiled wide, explaining, "Our ancestors were a group of humans that the dwarves rescued from the Sundering as they fled from the Primal Lightning that killed the Old Cosmology. I won't bore you with details, but yes, our ancestors knew the dwarves, personally. For a short ti there at the beginning, they were even living together. And then lemizargo attacked every Underworld city at once and wiped out 95% of every single settlent under the Surface. The dwarves and our people both survived, but there were only three remaining dwarves and four remaining humans. Our ancestors could rebuild with humans and eventually a few incani from the Surface, but the dwarves were never able to recover." She said, "Each dwarf was able to live for centuries past that troubled ti, but eventually, ti makes a mockery of all mortal life. The only thing they could do to ensure their legacy was to ensure that runework was understood by all, and not held in secret by the wrought, and that their human friends could survive the Dark. They managed this much."
Erick gazed upon the runes in the room, and as Grosgrena spoke of legacy, he felt sothing stir inside the power inside those runes. Sothing very soul-like lined those runes. In a flash, Erick understood. The creator of this place had not simply carved aning into the world when they made those lyrical scratches. They had used their own soul to carve this power into this room, entombing bits of themselves and their Domain inside the space.
Erick's own [Lodestar] remained nestled at his back, along with an active [Greater Lightwalk], so he could have tested the walls if he wanted to, but that seed like a very bad idea. This place was old, though Erick doubted the room itself had been here in this location since the dawn of Veird, but even if it had been moved around a few tis, this place was locked to this location now, and that afforded it a certain amount of ho field power that only a fool would test.
Grosgrena turned back to the Tear, saying, "Knowledge of runes was granted to us by the legacy of the dwarves, but for actual defense, we had this Tear; a captured tool of the enemy elves, twisted to provide all the power a runic web could ever need. We don't use it anymore, but the runes in this room and the Tear itself are a safeguard against ultimate disaster." She smiled. "I didn't agree with the decision to let you see this room, but now that we're here, I can tell it was the right decision. One look is all it took you to understand everything about this place." She looked up at him, asking, "Am I right, Savior of Light?"
Erick said, "I think you are. The dwarves were right to leave you their legacy. You've done well by it."
"Good. Then this vulnerability was worth it." Grosgrena rapidly said, "Now let's not tempt Fate. We're closing her back up and she can stay down here forever, Good Gods willing."
Arakag gave a small prayer, "May the Bloody Witch remain forever bound, and this world never know the tyranny of elves."
It wasn't just a small prayer, though. At her utterance, the walls of the tunnel ca alive with faint, white glows that flowed into the doorway, ticking off a set of runes that began to seal up the room, once again. The black door slowly swung back into place. Within monts, the Tear was once again locked behind dense spellwork, hidden from view, and then hidden from mana sense.
Grosgrena placed a hand to her mouth, indicating that sounds were back to being a bad idea. The five of them exited the tunnel, and as they did, more and more runes began to light up in their passing, further closing off the passageway to the Tear of Aloeth, like curtains closing.
There was little discussion on the object once they were out of its reach, for Grosgrena said that they shouldn't speak of it outside of that space, anyway. Enduring Forge had gone through many different diplomatic disasters over the centuries because of that item, so while most of the powers out there had been driven off, so new idiots were always getting ideas in their heads about what they could and should steal.
Before they t back up with Teressa, Jane, and Nirzir, Erick did ask one important question, though.
"What about the orcols?" Erick asked, "Do they know of this?"
Arakag answered, "The Arbors do, and so of their people do, too. The people themselves tend to be split in their deanor. The priests tend to want it, but the average person wants to destroy it. Neither choice is an option we're willing to entertain, so we'd prefer if today's revelation did not lead to any of them getting ideas that they could ever possibly take our history from us."
Erick simply nodded.
After a mont of seeing that Erick had accepted her words, Arakag asked, "Next location, then? Next set of magical runework?"
"I would love to see the generalized mana conversion systems." Erick asked, "I imagine they're based on what we saw back there in the tunnel?"
"Which is why we chose to show you that one first." Grosgrena said, "But this is where I leave you. I'm old and it's late. Good night, Archmage Flatt." She gave a small bow; as much as her body would allow.
Erick returned her bow, saying, "Thank you, Grosgrena. I'll see you again before I leave, for sure?"
Grosgrena gave a small, almost sad smile. "With any luck we'll et many more tis after today, archmage, but perhaps I shouldn't tempt Fate like that." She steeled herself, and stated, "You seem pretty decent with what we've taught you, and you seem willing to spread this knowledge. I approve. Enduring Forge approves. We look forward to watching runes and true talwork spread across the world, in ways it has never been allowed to do before. Good luck with the Headmaster, and with the wrought. We can't go against them, but maybe you can."
Erick understood a great many things in that mont.
He t Grosgrena's fervor with his own solidity, saying, "The world is changing. Maybe we'll have more than one world soon enough. Live to see it happen, Grosgrena; you're not that old."
Grosgrena's minor sadness vanished under an overwhelming wave of anticipation. The old woman's face seed younger as laugh lines deepened, and then she gave a boisterous guffaw. She continued to laugh, first a little, and then a lot, and then a little again. She waved even as she was still laughing, and then chuckling out of sight.
Arakag seed more certain of sothing than ever before, as she asked, "Will you continue to the next location?"
"We shall." Erick asked Darabella, "Are you okay to continue?"
Darabella quietly said, "I am ready to continue."
Arakag said to Erick, "It was a pleasure eting you, Archmage. Take care. I leave you in Darabella's capable hands."
Erick told her, "Thanks for the invitation."
And then Arakag walked away, too.
Darabella seed to be having so emotions about being put on the spot, but she kept them mostly hidden, so Erick did not pry.
Soon, they t back up with Jane, Teressa, and Nirzir, and then it was off to the next location. Erick debated with himself about whether to talk to Teressa about her thoughts on the Tear of Aloeth, but it wouldn't happen tonight, anyway. Maybe so other day.
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