It’s been three weeks since Arch set his first steps at the Nullbound Explorer Head Office.
He will be given his be briefed with his first mission, today. In the brightly lit meeting hall, the air buzzed with anticipation as the explorer unit gathered for a briefing. Gaius, Thadeus, Lyt, Tamsen, and Arch were seated around the large wooden table, waiting for Eldrin to begin.
Eldrin gave a nod. “Well, let’s start!” he announced, his voice calm but commanding. Tamsen, standing near the door, promptly locked it and pulled a lever hidden behind her.
Arch tensed, half-expecting some grand mechanism or hidden entrance to emerge. Instead, the lights dimmed, and a line of crystal lamps along the wall flickered to life, casting a soft, bluish glow around the room. “That’s a letdown”, he thought.
“You’ll want to put on the mystlens,” Tamsen suggested, handing a pair of the enchanted glasses.
With the mystlens on, Arch’s view of the room shifted. A trail of mana, invisible before, now appeared swirling above the table, streaming from a crystal orb embedded in the ceiling. The mana threads twisted and formed shapes, gradually assembling into an apparition map of the region. Various landmarks and paths illuminated, highlighting mission routes.
Eldrin turned to Arch. “Your mission is to assist the Ministry of Public Utilities in securing and supporting their work on Heroad. The ministry has been rebuilding the road for essential supply routes, but the region around Treewors Forest is prone to ambushes and…other hazards.” He paused, giving Arch a meaningful look. “That’s where we come in.”
As Eldrin spoke, the mana on the table formed into an image of Treewors Forest, depicting its dense canopy and the Heroad cutting through its center. Arch’s mind flashed back to his last encounter on that road, recalling the ambush he’d faced from the notorious Cane Bandits.
“Or maybe,” Arch thought to himself, “it’s a chance to settle the score with those Cane Bandits.”
Eldrin continued, seemingly aware of Arch’s thoughts. “This is a ‘traveler-level mission, just enough to get your grasp on our field work and neutralize manageable threat, possibly. To ensure you’re fully supported, Ranger Lyt will be accompanying you. He’ll observe your work, assist if needed, and provide counsel on any decisions along the way.”
A map projection on the table shifted again, this time showing the southern patrol route. “A patrol party from the Southern Lumen Patrol Outpost will rendezvous with,” Eldrin added, pointing to a marked spot on the map. “And an apprentice mage from the College of Mages will join as well, to assist with the work of the Ministry.”
Tamsen cleared her throat, adding, “You’ll all be wearing explorer hats and masks to keep your identities hidden. Since there are other parties involved and given the possible interactions with rogue elements, it’s best to lessen identity contact.”
The room fell silent as the mana projection faded. The briefing was complete, but the air of anticipation remained.
As the team dispersed, Tamsen handed Arch a spectralcast containing the mission’s finer details.
Across the hall, Jarek stood ready with a utility belt lined with essential tools. “Got everything you need here,” Jarek said, smiling as he fastened the belt on Arch, pointing out the compartments for embermist, blurrshade, and mystlens.
Meanwhile, Thadeus remained at the table, waiting for his own mission briefing. Arch caught a few words as Eldrin leaned toward Thadeus: “Grimgor” and “Vanguard.”
Thadeus groaned, rolling his eyes. “What a downgrade! Come on, Eldrin, I’m good to go!”
Eldrin smirked, patting his friend on the shoulder. “If we weren’t short on staff, I’d lock you in here for another week to rest”.
“Unlucky for you,” Thadeus responded, his tone laced with irony.
Serriah returned home and gathered her family to share her plans, she’s set on traveling.
“I’ve decided to travel,” she began, her voice determined. “There are people out there… People who are being taken advantage of, just because no one’s there to help them. I want to help.”
Her parents’ expressions hardened with worry and disbelief. Her mother shook her head.
“Serriah, you’re not a soldier or a healer. It’s dangerous out there, and I won’t have you wandering alone, chasing after trouble.”
Her father’s tone was equally firm. “You have a life here, work that matters. Why throw that away for strangers?”
Serriah’s shoulders slumped, but before she could respond, her uncle spoke up, gently placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Now, don’t be too hard on her. She has a kind heart and noble intentions,” he said softly, casting a supportive glance her way. “Maybe… maybe this just isn’t the right time,” he suggested, giving her an encouraging nod.
Serriah nodded, appreciating her uncle’s quiet support. Even though she wasn’t permitted to go, his words were a small comfort, reminding her that someone believed in her vision.
The day after their briefing, the explorers gathered their things and prepared to leave the head office for their missions. Thadeus caught up with Arch and Lyt just outside office, sharing a quick exchange before they parted ways.
“Eyes sharp, shadows deep,” Thadeus, giving them both a firm nod.
“Silent steps, safe returns,” Arch replied with a faint smile, echoing the explorers' farewell.
With that, Thadeus headed off to his assignment, and Arch and Lyt began their journey. Their first stop was LUTTS’ Garments and Weaponry, where they could gather additional garments and tools. They slipped in through the back door, greeted by Elara, who quickly escorted them into a private room at the rear of the shop.
“Dear, let’s close the shop for breakfast,” Elara called to her husband, who was busy assisting customers at the front. Within moments, the shop was closed, ensuring the explorers’ privacy.
In the back room, Arch shared his feedback on the twin swords that Kellan. The swords felt balanced and sharp, and Arch mentioned that they had already proven useful during training. Meanwhile, Elara and Lyt were discussing specific garments they’d need for their mission, especially ones suited for changing temperatures and tough terrain.
Just then, Serriah entered, her eyes bright with determination. She had a plan…
“I want to join you on this mission,” Serriah said, her voice steady. “I can help. You’re going to need someone who will speak for you with the other party members.”
Arch raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lyt for guidance. But Lyt only shrugged and said, “It’s your mission, Arch. Your call.”
With a persuasive glint in her eye, Serriah made her case. She argued her skills in tailoring, supplies and how she can speak with the others since they need to minimize their interaction, her toungesmithing as sharp as her resolve. After some back-and-forth, she eventually won them over. Lyt smirked as he watched Arch give in.
“Fine,” Arch said at last, but he held up a finger. “Under one condition… You follow… My… lead… If things get rough, you stay out of the fray.”
Serriah nodded, a sly smile on her lips. “Deal.”
Just then, Bod entered, looking around the room. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing you need to worry about, dad,” Serriah replied cheerfully. Her uncle, Kellan, gave her a supportive nod, clearly proud of her spirit.
When they arrived at the Southern Lumen Patrol Outpost, it was clear that the structure was designed for visibility and control. Set at a wide clearing where several main paths intersected, the outpost acted as a checkpoint, overseeing travelers entering Lumen Town in its north or leaving toward Heroad to the south. Instead of dense woods, the area around the outpost was open.
Several Ministry of Public Utilities workers and mages, dressed in practical travel gear and carrying tools, were already assembled outside. The patrol guards moved efficiently between posts, managing the steady flow of merchants, travelers, and messengers that passed through this vital hub.
Arch, Lyt, and Serriah dismounted and were led to the meeting hall. Sergeant Barkhold, the officer overseeing outpost security, stood waiting. His presence was imposing, with his sharp gaze set on each member of their team.
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“Welcome to the Sothern Lumen Patrol Outpost,” his booming voice greeted them. Some swords clanked as they were dropped to the ground, as if the wielder were shocked by the sudden shout and horses neighing. “I understand you’ll be accompanying the Ministry workers to Heroad. This repair mission is overdue, and the stretch of Heroad you’ll be traveling has seen its share of issues lately. Bandit activity, wild beasts... It won’t be just a casual walk.”
Arch nodded, fully aware of the potential threats they might encounter, given his past experience with the Cane Bandits. “We’re here to provide additional protection and keep the route clear while the Ministry workers do their job.”
Brikan nodded approvingly. “This mission might take a week, maybe more, depending on conditions. You exporers will scout and secure each section ahead of the workers. If there’s trouble, you’ll handle it, we will also send a patrol unit with you to assist.”
Just then, Apprentice mage Borromeo Leobn, a scrawny young mage from the College of Mages, arrived. He introduced himself with a respectful bow. “Apprentice Mage Borromeo Leobn, here to provide magical support on Heroad.”
“Glad to have you, Apprentice,” Ranger Lyt said, exchanging a nod. “With a mage in our team, we’ll have more options to handle any obstacles on the road.”
“Cadet Ichson Marnor, get the spectralcast for this mission!,” Barkhold growled. “Yes, sire!” the cadet responded.
“Already graduated.” Arch said, to which Barkhold responded “Yes, sir… We held their graduation ceremony a couple of days ago. This one’s is among the cream of the top. Commended by Commander Thedo for his excellence during sentry duty.” Barkhold had an idea who is this explorer is.
When the spectralcast is set, Barkhold continued to outlined their plan. “We’ll surround the workers, the advance group lead by the explorers will be clearing areas for them to set up safely. Another group of ministry workers will be joining with us from the other end of the road. But of course, their security detail is not heavy as ours since we’ve established that things happen less there. They’ll be meeting us the center of the road.”
As the final preparations were made, Sergeant Barkhold gave the outpost a few parting words before the team gathered around the ministry workers and patrol party who were beginning to sort through their supplies. Borromeo explained his role further: “I’ll be assisting the Ministry’s mages in moving any obstacles along the route—boulders, fallen trees, anything that’s made Heroad impassable.”
Serriah, standing just beside Arch, leaned in as if to join the conversation. But before she could say a word, Arch shot her a quick glance, one eyebrow raised in a silent warning. Serriah froze, momentarily caught off guard, before covering with a casual sip from her mug.
“This tastes… nice,” she murmured, feigning interest in her drink and making a show of examining its taste with exaggerated focus.
The others didn’t seem to notice the exchange, though Lyt gave her a slight, amused smile as he continued, “I’ll also be helping with any barriers and protective veils to keep the workers safe while they’re on the job.”
Arch nodded, satisfied that the mages’ support would ease the heavy lifting for their team, and then turned to Serriah. “Glad you’re enjoying the drink,” he said dryly.
She gave a half-smile, clearly catching his meaning.
“Remember,” Barkhold said as the team assembled by the wagons, “stick together, stay sharp. The Treewors Forest has a reputation, and the road south can be unpredictable. Veteran Tersen Lawn, you’re in charge of the Outpost until I get back, If don’t, well good luck then.”
The Vice Seer saluted, straightening her posture and placing her right palm below her left clavicle.
“Anything comes up, you let me know. Or the provincial command office,” Barkhold ordered.
With that, the party took their positions around the wagons, setting off.
As the team entered Heroad, Arch and Lyt took point, with Serriah, Birken, and Borromeo forming a loose vanguard. They moved casually, eyes sweeping the surrounding wilderness for any hint of movement or danger. Just ahead, the rest of the convoy trailed about two oakspans back, the soldiers maintaining a vigilant circle around the Ministry workers and mages, who had already begun their work assessing the road. A few soldiers moved further out, about twenty-five staff lengths into the trees, establishing a perimeter and ensuring no one could sneak up undetected.
After a while, Serriah glanced sideways at Borromeo, trying to size him up. She leaned closer with a curious grin. “So… how’d you end up as a mage?” she asked, her tone teasing. “No offense, but you don’t exactly look… well, built for it.”
Borromeo narrowed his eyes slightly, smirking as he replied with dry sarcasm, “What can I say? Lifting books and studying ancient tomes really puts on the muscle. You should try it sometime… good for building mental strength.”
Serriah rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly amused by his quick comeback. “Right, mental strength,” she quipped back. “Let me know when that helps you clear boulders faster than the ministry workers.”
Borromeo shrugged, feigning indifference. “My boulders may be lighter, but they’re smarter,” he retorted, drawing a chuckle from Birken nearby.
Arch raised an eyebrow, watching Serriah and Borromeo’s exchange with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He couldn’t help but remember his own encounter with Serriah and the very similar way she’d needled him early on. She had a knack for pushing buttons, that was for sure. Clearing his throat, Arch looked at her meaningfully and reminded her, “Remember our agreement, Serriah. No getting in the way.”
Serriah gave him an innocent look, but Arch didn’t miss the glint of mischief in her eyes. She took another sip from her canteen, mumbling, “Just making conversation.”
Arch sighed, turning to Borromeo with a nod. “Apologies for her… enthusiasm,” he said, giving Serriah a pointed glance. “She means well, but sometimes her curiosity gets a little ahead of her.”
Borromeo chuckled, waving it off. “No harm done,” he replied, smiling. “It’s good to have someone around to keep things lively. Makes the road feel a little less long.”
Arch gave a slight nod, though he kept an eye on Serriah, hoping she’d heed the reminder.
By the third day, the team had made solid progress. The vanguard party led by Birken had covered around fourteen oakspans, moving steadily along the repaired stretches of Heroad. The Ministry mages and workers, focused on initial repairs, had restored eight oakspans of road, clearing debris and stabilizing the surface for safe travel.
Lyt and Arch worked tirelessly, cycling between scouting ahead with the vanguard and returning to support the rear. Periodically, they slipped deeper into the dense woodland on either side of the road, gathering samples and taking notes on unusual plant formations and mana traces. Arch would occasionally stop to study strange root patterns and odd markings along the bark of twisted trees, hoping to collect something that might aid Gaius and Jarek in their research.
Borromeo took a central role in clearing larger obstacles along the path. “Sectarus Nex, Ares Anima, Levi Mobilis!” Fallen oaks were no match for his spells, and he would expertly break them down, allowing the mages to dry the split wood for the evening campfire. The day’s heat and exertion didn’t seem to bother him as he casually moved large boulders to the side, muttering incantations that shifted the rock masses as though they were pebbles.
The Ministry mages observed with keen interest as Borromeo deftly cast his spells, their eyes widening in surprise at the fluidity and precision of his magic. They exchanged knowing glances, a silent acknowledgment passing among them; it was clear that they recognized the undeniable talent radiating from the young mage. His ability to manipulate the arcane energies around him with such ease hinted at a potential that could not be ignored, stirring a mix of intrigue and respect within the ranks of the seasoned spellcasters.
Each evening, they’d gather around a small fire, the ministry workers recounting the day’s efforts while Borromeo and Serriah occasionally bickered good-naturedly over dinner preparations. The explorers took the chance to go over their findings with Borromeo, who eagerly joined in their research efforts.
On the fifth day, the ministry workers and mages finally caught up with the vanguard team, signaling they had reached the halfway point on Heroad. Meeting up with the patrol unit and workers coming from the opposite end, they were already beginning the last stages of the initial repair—laying the last rows of bricks and recharging mana for the crystal lanterns.
Borromeo had expended nearly all his mana tackling a massive fallen tree and the largest boulder blocking the road. Exhausted, he struggled to move the boulder any further, so instead, he shattered it into smaller pieces that the ministry workers used as paving material.
Watching him work, Serriah commented with genuine admiration, “You’re pretty impressive, huh?”
Borromeo, breathing heavily, gave her a wry smile. “Oh? And here I thought I was just the ‘scrawny’ mage?”
Serriah, with a subtle grin, responded with one of her trademark indirect apologies. Borromeo smirked, accepting her words in his own way.
The two drank cool water and settled on a large, fallen log that had been reshaped into a makeshift sofa along the roadside. As they sat there, Borromeo’s breathing grew increasingly labored, catching Serriah’s attention. Just as she turned to check on him, he slumped over, his body going limp.
“Help! He needs help!” Serriah shouted, her usual poise replaced by worry. A healer mage from the ministry quickly hurried over, placing a hand on Borromeo’s shoulder and channeling a calming mana flow to stabilize him.
“His mana is almost depleted,” the healer mage reassured her. “He pushed himself a bit too hard but just needs rest and time to recover.”
Relieved but visibly shaken, Serriah whispered to herself, “I didn’t mean for him to push himself like that…”
The two parties made camp in the heart of the forest, along the road, the crackling fire casting warm light against the encroaching darkness as the mages wove a protective net around their perimeter. Lyt, Arch, Serriah, and Briken sat in a circle, enjoying their evening meal, when Borromeo stirred awake.
Serriah quickly moved to help him sit up, easing him back against the boulder behind him. “How are you feeling?” she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
“Like I just took a stroll through the underworld,” Borromeo replied coldly. “Thanks for the luxurious stone to rest my head on. Truly five-orb treatment.”
The other three paused, exchanging startled glances at his sarcasm. Lyt raised an eyebrow, while Briken’s mouth hung slightly open in surprise.
Borromeo noticed their expressions, his smirk faltering. “Uh, sorry. That came out wrong. I didn’t mean to snap,” he quickly apologized.
Arch extended a mug of Emberbrew toward him. “Here, this should help warm you up. It’s a bit strong, but it’ll do the trick.”
Borromeo took the mug, the warmth seeping into his fingers. He hesitated before taking a sip, his mind turning over the earlier question that lingered in the air.
“You know,” Briken said, breaking the silence, “how can someone dishing out such powerful spells be depleted of mana?”
Taking another sip of the Emberbrew, Borromeo felt a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort. He glanced at each of them, noticing their eager expressions, their genuine interest in his thoughts. This feeling was new to him; it was as if they were truly eager to listen, no sarcasm required to draw their attention.
“It’s complicated,” he began, the words flowing more easily than he expected. “I push myself to wield magic beyond what I think I can handle. It’s like carrying the weight of a crown without the strength to wear it. I was born into a legacy that expected strength, but my body… well, it never quite matched my ambition.”