We slowed down to go around the farms. It sounded like so sort of dick move to raise a trail of ice five ters wide. It gave ti to see how the farrs raised crops during this Age of Eclipse. I doubted one hour of sunlight every day was enough to raise plants. I appraised a farr as we moved past them.
[Deep Farr]
Level 27 human male
They were with their hands held up and beaming so purple light from them onto the crops. Their MP was quickly depleting while that purple light nourished the crops. When I comnted on it with the refugees, one old woman told that that was a Class for farrs of the underground races that were now available for the surface dwellers too. It was a mix of [Shadow Mage] and [Farr].
Given that this Age of Eclipse was going on for almost a century, there were no more normal [Farrs] in the world. Everyone was a [Deep Farr]. The vegetation mutated to live off of ambient mana, just like my trees.
Once we reached the wilderness, we had to deal with the trees. The first ti around, we had ti to clear a path before transporting our passengers. This ti we had to make do as we went. I moved to the front of the trains and created a cow-catcher made of two razors of Force magic. It took us so coordination but we were able to create the rails just as the first car needed them. That allowed the ultra-sharp Force blades to shear the trees. Combined with my {Instant Storage} Perk, the trees and debris shaved went instantly into my item box. It was fun seeing the huge trees vanishing as we moved.
I also tried to steer away from settlents, hunters, and large clusters of monsters. With my detection range of twelve hundred ters, we caught the curiosity of said groups but once they reached us we were away. So gave chase but after a few spells were thrown their way they were dissuaded from pursuing. Our train was fast. Faster than before, I think we were making close to one hundred kiloters per hour with all the detours had to take.
I knew we were close and the train ran parallel to the road. The walls of Windere appeared ahead and we ground the train to a halt a couple dozen ters from the gate. I was split between going as or taking the disguise of King Robin. I decided to shed any deceptions.
A group of guards rode from the gate to et us. They were wearing chain mail and the Windere guard tabard. Each of them had a glowing ball of light hovering above and a bit behind them, casting shadows on their faces.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
I fought to not roll my eyes. We were already not moving. And that irritated . I had to get to the castle, like yesterday.
"I'm Lakerta, princess of the lamia," I introduced myself No doubt soone had stealthily {Appraised} already. "I and these refugees seek asylum in Windere."
One of the guards looked strange to . After spending so ti studying him, I noticed his skin had an odd texture. He was made of cloth! One of the silk-folk! My heart jumped with joy. But that was not the ti for that. I needed to see to Lorna.
"Where did you find these carriages? They look awfully familiar," The lead guard said. "Ah. They are replicas of the train King Locksley used to transport people to Lonid! You even have the fairy..."
"Hi!" Nenandil waved a hand.
"Indeed they are exactly like the ones the King used," I agreed. Saying that sothing looks like itself is a tautology. Therefore it is a truthful statent. Move along!
"We have orders to not let any lamias cross the gate, Your Highness," the guard said.
That was the straw that broke the cal's back. My patience for small talk and big denials ran out. The anger was so big I'd changed into King Locksley on the spot and donned the gothic plate armor. I also adjusted my Status. Just title and level. No Class, race, or gender info.
{King}
Level 147
"You'll open these gates for my vehicle to go through. That's a {Royal Order}!"
He snapped a salute. "As you command, Your Majesty! We're sorry we weren't inford of your disguise."
Soone was trying to keep from seeing my Queen. The other guards also saluted. they rode and opened the gate. I started to move the train toward the gap but had to stop. The gatehouse was too low.
"What happened to the gatehouse?" I asked not bothering to hide my irritation. "I don't rember making it this low. The train should be able to pass through."
"We apologize, Your Majesty," the lead guardsn begged from his horse. "The original gatehouse was destroyed in a war forty years ago. The engineers decided it was unnecessarily tall and made a smaller one."
"Well," I started with a low growl. "They get a second chance at doing it right. The gates of Windere should be tall enough to let the King's train pass underneath unhindered."
I wove an Earth spell to solidify the gate's stone structure. Then a Force spell to cut the stone, separating the gate from the walls and ground. By then, all guards had vacated the gatehouse. Then I put it in my item box.
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Nenandil created ice to cover the hole and the tracks ahead. I pushed the train forward with my Force magic. Minutes later, the gate village was already behind us.
Windere was a small country. And now it looked like a crowded country. Even crossing the wilderness, I could pinpoint several sentients - almost no humans - around us in the fields. We moved slowly, keeping half the road clear of ice. But slow for us was ten tis as fast as a horse-drawn carriage. Two hours after the gate, the capital city of Windere was already in sight. We stopped at the right of the city gates.
I jumped down from the front of the train and tossed a light spell above us. The sa I used at the pirate village. It would hover hundreds of ters above us and start to shed light gradually to allow people to adjust their vision.
"Everyone out. Our trip has ended," I told the refugees as I unlocked the train doors. As a security asure, they couldn't be opened from the inside. It wasn't too hard to undo the latch by reaching out of the window though. In case of a crash, people would be able to escape through the windows or undo the latch and open the door. Once everyone got off the train, I stored it.
A crowd had ford on the other side of the gate and the guards assembled between us and the gate. Archers on the wall, good. Windere seed well-protected. The amount of fur, tails, and animal ears managed to put a smile on my face. There were so humans but they were few.
While we crossed the country, I thought about who could've issued the order. It could've been Lorna herself but I doubted it. She knew it was stupid to try to keep away. Therefore, soone intercepted the letter or she shared the information with a third party and they decided to put up that stupid blockade.
I shrugged. Only one way to find out. I walked toward the guards and declared out loud, "I am King Robin of Locksley. Escort to my castle."
"The King is dead!" Soone shouted from the walls.
I imbued a {Royal Order} on my voice. "Kneel before your true King!"
If soone told it was choreographed I wouldn't call them a liar. All the citizens, guards, refugees bent the knee. A few that resisted the Skill did the sa after they saw everyone doing it. Crowd pressure and all that.
"Nenandil, stay by . Who still doubts my identity, speak freely. I shall not punish you."
Sothing called my attention. Pulling the minor notifications log window, I saw dozens of tithe Exp ssages floating up. One or two base Exp each.
A man with a captain insignia stood and walked toward . His face was made of tan silk. A casual observer would think he was made of flesh.
[Captain]
Level 55 silk-folk male
"King Locksley is the creator of our species," the silk-folk captain said. "I once saw a piece of silk made by him. I beg forgiveness for this insolence, but would you weave sothing?"
I removed my gauntlets. Then I started to pour silk from all then fingertips. The threads moved on their own and started to weave a length of cloth. They changed colors before the stupefied crowd. Once the basic tabard was done, I released the threads from one hand and started to embroider the edges and the heraldry. On the free hand, I summoned so gem shards which the threads picked up and wove into the symbols, wrapping and gluing them in a tight-knit weave. it would be easier to ruin the piece if soone wanted the gems.
Ten minutes later, the piece was done. A dark green tabard with the Windere emblem, a copse of trees on top of a hill surrounded by a wall. Once it was done, I enchanted it. The tabard gained a few levels in the anwhile, acquiring four perks.
The Tabard of Windere - Level 12 ( 6,405 / 9,600 Exp to next level)
MP: 120
Protective Field (rare): Reduce all damage received by the wearer by 20%.Windere Loyalty (rare): This tabard can only be worn by those loyal to Windere. Anyone else will lose all benefits of this item and take damage each minute equal to 5% of their maximum HP.Return to my Owner (very rare): An unworthy recipient can make a pact with the tabard. Do their utmost to bring it back to Windere and avoid suffering the damage. The tabard is aware of any betrayal of this pledge.Regenerating Cloth (rare): The tabard can repair itself by using the wearer's MP or by passively draining ambient MP. It has a small MP pool to conduct its own repairs.
Enchantnts:
3 Endurance 3 Willpower 3 Ego 3 HP 3 MPThe wearer cannot whisper but gains 3 to Charisma.
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