The orange glow of the setting sun edged its way past the dancing tree’s which surrounded Exiele and Miles. A cold edge had borrowed its way into the cool air, sending razor like chills up their spines.
“Not far now”, Miles said, jumping over a small hole in the sodden earth below.
“You’ve said that three times now Miles, if I knew it would be this long a hike, I would have just visited the Elder Wizard Ghahali for my elixirs”.
Miles laughed. “That old bag of bones probably doesn’t even remember who he is, let alone how to form healing positions”.
“Yeah, but at least it would only be a 10 minuet walk at most to his chamber”.
Miles shrugged, giving Exiele a cheeky look. “Yeah well, you have to make sacrifices in order to get the highest quality elixirs. And Algath’s positions are the finest the Academy has ever seen”.
Exiele looked out past the horizon, squinting as he watched the final beams of light fade from the darkened skies above.
“It’s gonna be dark out by the time we start our trek back to the shacks”, he said. “Good I brought my dagger, because we’re defiantly gonna be seeing some Hogbats on the way”.
“At least you’ll get some combat practise in”.
They both shielded their face as they past through some thick tree branches, which seemed to whip out at them, as they walked out from the treeline, and into an open baron, Rocky plain. Giant boulder’s were scattered about its rugged surface, like dead soldiers on a long forgotten battlefield.
“Look”, Miles said, pointing out towards a large mound of jagged rocks. “Just over that pile of rocks you'll see Algath’s chamber”.
“Is he aware we’re coming?”
“Well of-course… well, he knows I’m coming anyway. He wouldn’t be very pleased if he knew you were coming as well”.
Exiele shot Miles a look of disbelief. “He doesn’t even know I’m coming?”
“If I told him you were coming as-well, he would have told me to shove the elixirs up my arse”, Miles replied with a shrug.
“Does he even know we need elixirs?”
“No I didn’t tell him that either”.
“God’s above, then why have we trekked half the mountain to meet with him?”
“I figured you could be more, what’s the word? Persuasive in person”.
Exiele stared at Miles as it he had started growing horns of his head. “Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me Miles”.
“Look, if I told him you were coming as well, he would have told me to fuck off”.
“Brilliant, and now he can tell you to fuck off to your face”.
Miles suddenly held up his arm and halted still in place, Exiele walked directly into his upheld hand, which bumped into his leather shielded chest.
“Wait”, he said.
Exiele froze in place, looking up to see Algath’s small cobblestone chamber. Which sported a triangular wooden roof, and multiple smooth stone support beams that travelled down deep beneath the rocky earth below. There was a single window on the left side of the wall, which spilled out bright orange firelight, that sliced through the surrounding shadows. On its right side stood a thick steel rimmed door, which had the words ‘Do Not Knock, Leave Me Alone’, carved deep into its faded surface.
“I’m gonna have to send a wave of Kakara to inform him of our… I mean, my arrival. He don’t like people knocking”, Miles said with a smile. Digging in his pocket’s to retrieve a small metal, cylindrical object.
“Yeah I can tell”, Exiele replied, looking down at the small object within Miles’ hand. “What’s that?”
“It’s a channeller”, he said simply. “A vessel for Kakara. People who can’t channel natural Kakara can use it to capture the surrounding energy of the lands. It can’t be used in combat or anything like that, but it has some mundane usages”.
He held the small metal object above his head. There was a small circular opening within its centre, which was over coated with a thick layer of stained glass. After a few moments, the opening slowly began to glow a vivid purple. It was was dim at first, but it grew brighter by the second.
“That should do”, he said. Using his thumb to flick a switch at the bottom of the object. Which clicked as the opposite end popped open on a hinge, allowing the collected energy to be released. Exiele watched the thin trail of purple Kakara shoot forward and dissipate into a fine mist as it collided with the side of Algath’s cobble shack.
“That should get his attention”, Miles said, placing the channeller back within his pocket. Keeping his eyes locked on the orange glow of the small window. Looking for any signs of Algath’s presence. For a while nothing happened, except for the odd chirping of birds and animals as they settled down for the night. But then, as the moon rose high above the shadowed horizon which loomed before them. A low muffled voice emerged from beyond the large rusted, solid steel door.
“Fucking hell”, it said. Followed by the metallic rattling of chains and locks. Exiele gave Miles a questioning look, before a large bellowing thud echoed throughout the rocky plain surrounding them. The steel door swung open, smashing against the cobble wall next to it with such force Exiele thought the whole chamber might collapse.
“Miles?”, the bellowing voice rumbled, as a large 7 foot man stepped out from the orange glow within the Chamber. His brown robes were stained and withered, which hung loosely from his colossal frame.
“Who is this”, he hissed, glaring at Exiele as if he was the devil himself.
“My name is…”
Algath cut in before he could finish his sentence. “I couldn’t care less who you are, or why you’re here. Fuck off, both of you”.
“Wait wait”, Miles said, holding out his arms as if he was pleading to the Gods. “Hear us out”.
“I will hear nothing”, he hissed, turning away from them both. “You have ruined my mood as it is”.
“I just need some elixirs Algath, I can wait halfway down the mountain if you want me too”, Exiele pleaded, momentarily looking from Algath, to Miles, then back to Algath again.
“Fuck off”, he roared, not turning back to look at the young hunter.
“Come on man, we’ll pay whatever for them”, Miles shouted over to him.
Algath snickered in reply. “You have nothing to offer me, that I don’t already have”.
That’s when Exiele had an idea, sure they didn’t have any coin or materials the alchemist may need, but he did have some of the most valuable matter on the mountain, a Kakara Gem. He thought for moment, not knowing if he was willing to give it up.
“I have a proposal”, Exiele proclaimed, sounding like an unqualified politician.
Algath turned before entering his chamber, his dark eyes rested to meet with Exiele’s. The orange fire light painted his dark robes with thick patches of shadow. “What would that be?”
Exiele took a moment to collect his thoughts, he didn’t want to give the whole Kakara Gem away, but if he could somehow split the thing in half, he would at least be able to keep half of it to channel for himself. But what ever way he looked at it, he needed those elixirs.
“Do you own any Kakara Gems?”, he asked after a moment. Not knowing if he would end up regretting phrasing it as a question. Algath stared at Exiele, slowly passing a hand through his thick brown beard.
“Why do you ask?” He said after a moment, carefully ducking his head down below the cobble doorway, so that his skull wouldn’t collide with the top panel.
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“Because I recently collected one from a cave hidden beyond the Forested Lake”, he paused for a moment, forcing the next words from his mouth. “If you would be willing to make me my elixirs, I would be happy to gift you Kakara Gem as opposed to coin”.
Miles shot a disbelieving look over to Exiele, his mouth shocked into staying open. But Exiele took no notice, he was too busy watching the large man before him, studying his body language. Algath’s eyes narrowed.
“How have you acquired a Kakara Gem? If the Elder Priests knew of this, they would have you locked in isolation for months, missing one of your fingers”.
“That’s why I’m hoping you will accept my offer – I’m sure a crystal of pure solidified Kakara would be in much better suited in the hands of an alchemist at your level of skill”, Exiele paused for a moment, kicking at a small rock below his feet.
“Initially I was hoping to centralise the Kakara Gem myself, and bring it into my own stream of energy. But if the only way for you to make me these elixirs is for me to gift you the Gem, I will part ways with it”.
Algath shifted on his feet, his form only visible as a darkened silhouette stood beyond an ocean of orange firelight, which desperately urged its way out past the open doorway of his small cobble chamber.
“And am I simply suppose to trust your telling the truth?”, Algath said after a moment. “Do you have proof of this Kakara Gem?”
“Well… not with me no”.
“Then your proposal has no merit, and I will ask you to politely fuck off from my land once more”. He gestured for both the young men to leave, waving his long arms in the air as if trying to cast a spell.
“Wait wait wait”, Exiele blurted out before the hulking alchemist had a chance to disappear within the warm glow of his chamber. “What do you have to lose trusting me? Even if I was lying, you could tell the Elder Priests I had bribed you with lies, and I would be greatly punished”, he paused for a second. “Do you think I would risk that?”
“From this short exchange I’ve had with you, I wouldn’t doubt that at all”, Algath shrugged. “And if you were willing to take a Kakara Gem without a blessing from the Priests, then why would I doubt the fact you would risk lying to me about doing it”.
“Exactly”, Exiele roared. “If I had the balls to lie to you about stealing it, that would mean i had the balls to go out and get the Kakara Gem in the first place”.
Algath massaged his temples with an outstretched hand, he was feeling a headache on the horizon.
“Miles”, he said after a moment of silence. “Can you vouch that your annoying friend here, is in fact telling me the truth about the Kakara Gem”.
“Yes 100%, you know I wouldn’t lie to you Algath”, Miles replied, almost too quickly.
Algath nodded. “If I find out you’ve also lied to me Miles, I will be greatly disappointed”. He then turned and walked into his small cobblestone chamber, leaving the door open behind him.
***
The shack was much larger on the inside than it looked from the outside, and as Exiele walked through into the main bulk of the building, he found almost no free space on the floor in order to walk without tripping over. An assortment of old tea stained spell manuals, history books, rusted cauldrons, and large sacks filled with powders and substances he didn’t realise, were scattered in abundance about the wood slabbed flooring.
Seeing the chaotic mess of the chamber made it easier to see how Algath and Miles had become such good friends, considering the similar state Miles’ shack was in. But when when it came down to their personalities, he couldn’t find two people more different even if he tried – but he supposed the saying ‘opposites attract’ existed for a reason.
Above on the ceiling hung a large bronze chandelier with four lit candles on each extending point, painting the room a vibrant orange. Glaring about the rest of the room Exiele found the walls were covered in rotting scripts and strange writings he couldn’t decipher, though he assumed they contained instructions for various potions and elixirs.
“Don’t touch anything”, Algath growled as he approached the back end of the room. Before he swiftly reached down and picked up two large sacks and hoisted them up and over his shoulder. His face reddened from the strain.
This is when Exiele noticed something strange, although this was an alchemist’s chamber, he couldn’t see any cauldrons, automatic mixers, empty flasks or anything else you would typically see in the abode of any practitioner of alchemy. Sure he had all the scrips and materials, but nothing to put them to use with.
He glared over to the only stone table within the chamber, and saw multiple large jar’s filled with a glowing green liquid sat atop a few hulking leather tomes. Flakes of yellow energy seemed to form within the elixirs, before shooting up and out of its bubbling surface, turning into a luminescent yellow mist as they met with the air.
“Channelling Elixirs”, Miles said from behind Exile. Pulling him from his thoughts.
“What?” He asked after a moment, peeling his eyes away from the glowing jars, and back over to Miles.
“Their Channelling Elixirs, specifically designed to allow you to fall deeper into a meditative state, allowing your body to be relaxed enough to channel more Kakara. Most Elder Monks and Scholars studying the many forms of Kakara use these elixir’s on a daily basis in order to speed up their progression”.
Exiele stared at the glowing green liquid. With even one of these Elixirs he would be able to progress to new levels of power he hadn’t even dreamed of reaching before leaving for his Grand Hunt.
“Sounds like something I could make some use out of”, he said.
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“Their damned expensive though, there’s a reason the monks of Dreashire are as wealthy as they are, they need the money to be able to afford a daily supply for all the practitioners within their temples”.
“Too expensive for you that’s for sure”, Algath snickered towards Exiele; Who assumed the alchemist was smiling with sinister glee, but he couldn’t tell beyond his thick brown beard, which had been braided at it’s end.
“I don’t know Algath, Kakara Gems are some of the most rare materials in the United lands, you know that. I could get over 50 gold coins for the Gem I have, if I sold it outside the academy while on my hunt”, Exiele paused, thinking of his next words.
“In fact, I think you only making healing elixirs for the Gem is a robbery enough, if I give you this Kakara Gem, I think you should throw at least one Channelling Elixir in with it as well. Considering how much more the Gem is worth in comparison to the Elixirs”.
“That’s not what the offer was, you get the healing elixirs, or nothing at all”, Algath shot back, before reaching down into the front pocket of his tattered brown robes, and pulling out a small glowing orange quill made out of molten metal. It’s scorching surface bellowed out thick plumes of blackened smoke.
Then after centralising a small amount of Kakara, he turned to face the furthest wall of the room, and used the burning quill to begin carefully writing ancient symbols and scripture into the empty space before him. Lines of flashing orange sparks snaked and spiralled within the dense air, slowly forming the glowing symbols of a spell Exiele didn’t recognise.
“Then I’m not sure if I want to go forward with this deal”, Exiele replied, quickly looking over to Miles for some support, but in reply Miles just shook his head desperately from left to right, urging Exiele to not mess up the deal they worked so hard to establish. But Exiele ignored this wordless advice and carried on.
“Me taking some healing elixirs for a Kakara Gem, would be like the Elders selling the academy for a loaf of bread”.
Algath didn’t reply straight away, instead he finished writing the glowing lines of scripture in the air. The burning quill within his hand sent beads of blackened smoke up into the surrounding chamber, dancing within the cool breeze. Then, as the glowing symbols grew so bright, Exiele had to quint his eyes past the pain, a sudden burst of white light boomed throughout the room. Revealing a large staircase leading down into darkness, in place of where the chambers side wall had once stood.
“You asked for me to make you some healing elixirs, and in return you would give me the Kakara Gem”. Algath glared across the room towards Exiele. “And now you want to change the deal?”. His words were like venom.
“I’m just saying, the Gem is worth a lot more than a few healing elixirs”, Exiele shrugged with a cheeky smile. “But that doesn’t take away from how thankful I am about you doing this for me, truthfully. There’s no arguing you are the most talented, and knowledgeable alchemist within the academy. So having you conjuring my elixirs really does mean the world”, he paused. Looking up at Algath to see if his nice words were working on him, but he still looked as angered as ever.
“But if you could throw in a channelling elixir, just to even it a little bit. I’d be even more thankful, I don’t think you understand how much this elixir could help me throughout the Grand Hunt”.
Algath ignored Exiele’s words. Instead he reached forward and took a bronze lantern from the side wall, before beginning to slowly light each of the large purple candles which were connected to the cobble walls of the staircase. Slowly descending deeper and deeper into the darkness. The orange glow of the lanterns painted the clawing shadows a deep orange hue. Barely lighting the surroundings enough for Miles and Exiele to see the tall Alchemist through the blackness.
“Come”. His voice echoed out from the darkened pits of the staircase.
“Not a man of many words I see”, Exiele whispered to Miles as they carefully stepped forward past the many objects and items that smothered the wooden floor boards.
“What the fuck were you doing man, we barely managed to get you the healing elixirs in the first place, and now your being a fucking smart arse with him”, Miles slapped the back of Exile’s head.
“Ah that hurt man, I was just saying it’s an uneven deal, I wasn’t being rude or smart”.
“Gods above, do you want your elixirs or not, your wasting my time”, Algath roared from deep below them. His words boomed and echoed throughout the chamber like the roar of an Elder Dragon. Rattling the building to its core.
They both instantly cease speaking, staring at each other for a few moments. Before quickly stumbling their way through the opening and down the long cobble staircase before them. The glowing candles did little to fight against the suffocating darkness.
After a few minuets of descending, the staircase opened up into a seemingly complete different world. The surrounding walls of the large chamber were made of thick bushes and vines, condensed down together into strong pillars, which had then been carefully lined up and connected together, most likely using a creator form of Kakara.
The ceiling of the room was hidden by a bright morning sky, somehow reformed and placed within the room to act as a roof. It must have been some sort of illusion cast by a spell. But either way, it was incredible. Exiele could even see tiny birds flying around within the deep blues and cyan's of the glowing sky. Large whitened clouds floated throughout the open room, some even released showers of rain, which fell upon the grassy flooring.
Across the chamber stood Algath, already set to work. He was carefully examining a large glass container, which sat atop a colossal L shaped wooden desk, holding various objects and tools of alchemy. Connected to the desk on either side, were multiple large bookshelves containing seemingly hundreds of liquids and material’s, that had undoubtedly been carefully collected throughout the 5 kingdoms.
Below the desk was a collection of some of the most beautiful works of machinery Exiele had ever seen in his life. One large contraption was connected to each of the shelves with thick steel chains, which were then hooked up to a set of gears, shielded by a line of metallic panelling. When twisting the lever connected to the desk’s side panel, the shelves would turn around, revealing a back side with even more materials and objects.
Miles and Exiele were flabbergasted. “This place is crazy”, they both voiced at the exact same time.
Algath looked over to them for a second, before turning and reaching up to grab a small box of star shards, that sat atop one of the many shelves above him. “Cheer’s lads, been working hard on this place for a while”.
He carefully dropped two scoops of star shards into the empty glass container, before placing the small box back onto the shelf, and grabbing a thin glass jar of green powder, which had the words ‘Powdered Leviathan Scales’ written across it’s faded surface. Algath held it out in front of his eyes, squinting, trying to read what it said.
“It says Powdered Leviathan Scales”, Miles said, walking closer to get a better look at the process. Exiele followed suite, they had never witnessed an alchemist such as Algath working before.
“I see, that’s not what I need”, he put the jar back. Then with a chesty sigh, he pulled the lever to the side of the desk, allowing the wooden shelves to twist inward, spinning to reveal the opposite side.
“What is it you are looking for?”, Exiele asked, his eyes searching throughout the hundreds of items and materials before him. Most of which he had never heard of, or seen in his life.
“Soul Stones”, Algath answered, not looking away from the shelves.
Exiele scanned the various jars and boxes which infested the shelf’s open spaces. Dragon Blood, Toad Eyes, Magma Flakes, Spider Fangs, Volcanic Ash, but he couldn’t see Soul Stones anywhere. He looked over to see if Miles had any more luck, but saw him just as confused as he was, glaring about the many wooden shelves which loomed high above them.
“You sure it’s on this side?”, he asked after a moment, squinting towards Algath.
“I’m not just sure, I know it is”, Algath answered, massaging his temples. “It’s in a small wooden triangular shaped box, I know it’s on one of the lower shelves”. He crouched down, scanning the many objects.
“Ah”, he said after a moment. Standing with the small wooden box in question clasped within his hands. “I’ve got them, step aside”.
Exiele and Miles quickly did as they were told, as Algath carefully leaned forward and gently placed the box onto the stained wood desktop before him. The words ‘Soul Stones’ had been carved into the box’s rough surface.
“These things cost an arm and a leg to get hold of”, Algath said, unlocking the small pin at the boxes forefront, before it popped open on complaining hinges. Dozens of small white and purple stones were stacked atop each other in bulk within its depths, they illuminated lightly within the dense shadows.
“What exactly are they”, Exiele asked, leaning in to get a better look.
“Exactly what they say they are, their Soul Stones. But in even more simpler terms, their basically fossilised souls, thousands of years past”.
Algath carefully picked up two Soul Stones, one white and the other purple, before dropping them into the large glass container. The Stones hit the Star Shards with a light thud. A few purple sparks shot out from them as they collided, before falling to settle at the bottom of the glass.
Algath then reached to the left of the desk and retrieved a small wooden cup of water, before leaning forward and pouring a small amount into the container. Then with a prolonged sigh, he grabbed a flask of glowing blue liquid from the shelf just above him, which had the name ‘Chaos’, written across withered paper, that had been pasted to its glass surface. Pretty ominous sounding.
“You need help with anything?”, Exiele asked after a moment, carefully examining the process. If he really focused on the steps Algath was taking, he may be able to start learning how to make elixirs on his own.
“Defiantly not”, Algath laughed, pouring a few drops of the chaos liquid into the water. After a moment, the stones began to sizzle, sending glowing bubbles up to the surface. The potion quickly began to foam and expand.
“We only need one more thing”, Algath huffed, passing a hand through his thick beard. “A leaf of an Elder Tree”.
Exiele and Miles looked at each-other, then back at Algath.
“A what?”
Algath ignored the stupid question and walked past them, momentarily crossing under one of the raining clouds as he shuffled towards the back end of the chamber. He then stopped before one of the walls made of bushes and vines – but these were no ordinary bushes, these were the bushes formed after years of growing and harvesting various Elder Tree limbs. Which had then been condensed down into each-other, before being rebound by solidified Kakara recycled from the land they were taken from. Allowing them to live and grow as they would out in nature.
Large patches of purple streaked leaves clung from the dense foliage, beautiful flourishing white flowers were held at their base.
Algath reached forward and plucked one of these leaves from the wall he stood before. A rush of Kakara shot throughout his body almost as soon as his hand met with it’s surface.
“This is what we call a bonder”, he said, turning to walk back towards the large container resting on his desk. “A material which is sufficient in making all the various forms of Kakara mailable, and able to be mixed together and bonded as one. Incredibly important when making Elixirs and potions”.
He dropped the large leaf into the glass container, it was instantly devoured by the glowing green liquid. Flakes of yellow energy shot out from its foaming surface, dancing within the bright sun light which reflected from the artificial skies above.
“Are there any other bonding materials, or can you only use the leaves of an Elder Tree?”, Exiele asked, glaring around the side of Algath’s giant form, trying to get a better look at how the alchemist went about his process.
“There any many, many bonders out there. Too many if I say so myself. The leaves are the best though, because they’re made out of pure Kakara themselves, making the bonding process infinitely easier. But because of that, even a single leaf is worth a fair few gold coin”, he paused for a moment, letting out a chesty cough.
“Most alchemist’s don’t have that kind of coin, and so over the years many much cheaper alternatives were developed, but all of them produced low quality elixirs. If you want high quality potions, you need high quality materials, it’s as simple as that”.
Exiele nodded, trying to take in as much information as he could.
“But now, we must start the mixing process”, Algath said. Wasting no time he reached down below the desk and heaved up a large gold rimmed wooden box. Which collided with the desk with a hard thud. Sending armies of ancient dust souring up from the aged wood and up into the fresh air within the chamber.
“This is the most important part”, Miles whispered, elbowing Exiele, but he barely took any notice.
Algath reached over and unlatched the steel locks hidden on the back panel of the box, allowing it to pop open at its mid point. Revealing a large leather coated opening with a wide metal clamp connected to the bottom half. He then picked up the large container of glowing green liquid, and slipped it into the opening. Tightening the metal clamp around its thick glass.
“That should do”, Algath muttered. More so to himself than to anyone else.
He then carefully closed the box. Locking it in place using the hidden lock mechanism built into its wooden panelling.
“I’d take a few steps back if I were you”, he said, turning to face Exiele and Miles. Who quickly shuffled backwards a metre or so.
“It’s not gonna kill us is it?”, Exiele laughed nervously.
“Oh no no no”, Algath smiled. “Well – as long as you’re not too close to it anyway”.
He then turned back to the desk, and twisted a small gold semi-circular button at the top of the wooden box. It clicked twice, remaining perfectly still for a few seconds. Before the top half of the box began to violently spin around in circles, while the bottom half remained perfectly still in place.
After a few minuets the top half began to slow down, at which the bottom half began rapidly speeding up, making the box violently rock back and forth and clash with the top surface of the desk. It’s gold rimmed edges began gouging out small splinters of wood.
At the boxes apex speed the desk began to violently shake, sending multiple books and pots crashing down onto the floor. All the while Algath stood idly in place, barely paying any notice. Then after a few more moments, the box came to a sudden screeching halt. Freezing completely still in place, as if nothing had happened. Scattered jars and loose scrolls laid about Algath’s now messy desk.
“Perfect”, he huffed, taking a pull from his freshly lit pipe. He then leaned forward and unlatched the hidden back locks. The box popped open with a light click, disbursing an avalanche of luminescent yellow mist, which snaked up in swirling clumps towards the artificial skies above.
Once the thick mist had spread out from the opening of the box, the large glass container could be seen clamped down to its bottom half, its contents holding a glowing green liquid, which burned bright beyond the yellowed mist.
“This my friends, is some of the highest quality channelling elixirs you will likely ever see in your entire life”, Algath said, holding his arms out as if to present the glowing potion to the young hunters. They both shuffled forward to get a better look.
“So how many servings would that main glass container be?”, Exiele asked, glaring into the glowing elixir – lighting like strikes of yellow energy swirled within the emerald green liquid.
“About one hundred and two to be precise. But I will split this elixir up into separate jars containing 2 servings each”.
He then reached down and carefully unclamped the large container from the box, before picking it up and placing it down onto his messy desk. Trapping a few lines of scripture beneath it’s immense weight. He then closed the wooden box and placed it back underneath the desk by his feet, allowing him more space to work.
“Is 2 servings the usual amount for elixir’s of this kind?”, Exiele asked after ensuring the spinning box of death had been locked away.
“2 servings is the universal amount. Though many larger commissions are common in these times. But for you, you will be getting 4 healing elixirs, therefore you will have 8 usages overall. Unless you’re an idiot and decide to drink the whole jar in one”.
Exiele nodded. “I see, so half will be enough to heal any injury?”
“For the most part, but it takes time for the healing elixirs to kick in, so if the wound is life threatening enough, you could die before it has time to take affect. But for most non life threatening injuries, it will work incredibly well”.
Algath opened a dust smothered draw connected to the under side of his desk, and pulled out a small apple sized glass jar.
“Now”, he said after a moment. “I will gift you 2 serving’s of this channelling elixir, on top of the 4 healing elixirs, because it is true how valuable Kakara Gems have become over the years. But if I find you to be lying, or misleading me in any way, I will see to it you suffer a fate worse than death”.
His voice grew loud and guttural throughout the last sentence.
Exiele held up his arms with a nervous smile. “We haven’t been lying in any way Algath, we’ll get that Kakara Gem to you first thing tomorrow. If I knew we were gonna go through with this deal, I would have brought it with me tonight”.
Algath turned away from Exiele and began to carefully fill the small jar with the glowing emerald channelling elixir. Yellow mist rose from the glowing liquid as it fell down through the narrow opening.
“Remember this is two servings, if you drink it all at once you wouldn’t only be stupid, you’d also be dead. Channelling Elixirs aren’t to be underestimated, they can be deadly if not given the respect they deserve”.
When finishing with the large container, he carefully slipped it back onto the desk. Before clamping the small jar closed with a thick cork, trapping the yellowed mist within its depths.
He then nonchalantly threw the small glowing jar through the air towards Exiele, who quickly leaped forward and clasped it within his hands. Glaring down at the bubbling green liquid. Exiele smiled. There was no telling how much he would be able to progress over the next few days with this in his possession. He was already planning on channelling more of the Gem first thing tomorrow morning, once him and Miles had split the thing in half and delivered one side to Algath.
“Thank you so much Algath, this elixir could be the difference between life and death within my Grand Hunt”.
“Yes, yes it could”, the large alchemist huffed. Passing a hand through his thick beard, which was braided at its end, and near enough reached down to his hips. “And make sure you use it wisely”, he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Now – we must begin work on your healing elixirs”.
He was gone and searching the many giant shelves of the chamber before he had even finished his sentence. Looking for the necessary materials he would be needing for the potions. Exiele imagined both he and Miles wouldn’t be leaving Algath’s abode any time soon.
He looked back down at the glowing channelling elixir within his palm – if he was lucky, he might get some time to meditate with the Gem before going to sleep later on that night. He would have to wait and see.