178, 1/2_Ar'Kendrithyst

With his senses unencumbered by illusions, and with Kydyr seemingly content to not instantly attack, Erick took in the magnificence of the dragon’s house and the dragon himself. Or rather, what was left of that magnificence after it was covered by a hoard of books. An obscene number of books filled every available space, most of them piled upon defunct organization systems like shelves and wooden boxes. The next room over was a dining room and kitchen space that was filled with books; tomes of all sorts layered upon the table and chair, and spilled out of the sinks. They piled in the cooling boxes, all of which looked as though they had not been used for their original purposes in a long time. Bedrooms were filled with books. The library —both the one on the first floor and the two on the second floor— were absolutely chock full from floor to ceiling, with absolutely no place to stand in any of them. Bathrooms had their plumbing pinched off so that water couldn’t come up from the cistern down below and ruin the literature.

This place was clearly meant for non-metal, fleshy-habitation, even though Kydyr was a bismuth wrought. With these few clues Erick understood that Kydyr had owned this house for a long, long time, but his transition to dragon was a rather recent occurrence. ‘Recent’, meaning sometime in the last few hundred years, or something like that.

Everything Erick saw hinted at a complete shut-in who was deeply incapable of interacting with the outside world like he had in the past. But Kydyr had always been a bit of a shut-in, focused on defense and avoiding battle, and interaction.

The walls of the mansion were a meter thick and unadorned, like the walls of a bunker, and lined with multitudes of runic webs, like a Faraday cage stuck inside concrete. The wardlights up above were utilitarian things, strung around the edges of the space and lighting up the center, but nothing more than that. The plumbing in the bathrooms and the kitchen, before it had been sealed off, went down into a sealed cistern where it looked like it could get recycled on the daily, but there was no water system for taking in more outside water. There were no windows. There wasn’t even a front door. If there had been a front door then it was long gone.

But all that just informed Erick who Kydyr was, now that the illusions were gone. Why had they broken, though? Because of a single conjured bird? It had to be, for that conjured bird lay tipped on its side, in a space filled with concentric circles of broken tile. At least two piles of books had been shoved to the side in the casting, which had also somehow broken the Faraday cage of runic webs located below the tile, and for three meters in every direction. It was a small break, but somehow that break had propagated across the entirety of the web. Many tangled nodes inside the web were gone, like the centimeter-thick platinum rods had somehow burned away without leaving residue, or melted platinum.

Erick had no idea how his spellwork had done that, but all signs pointed to this being his fault.

Dragon Kydyr certainly seemed to think so. The bismuth dragon curled tightly around one of the larger piles of books, bunching and stressing as his tail flicked at the ground, breaking more tiles. His white claws tore at the ground as he snarled.

Erick hadn’t known that wrought could be dragons, but there were many ways to explain what he was seeing. Dragon Essence was easily transferred and grown, as it almost had done inside Jane. The other answer was that Kydyr was a natural born dragon, though Erick suspected this was not the case. There were likely other answers, but Erick didn’t know them, and whatever the truth was would have to wait to be answered.

“What did you DO!” Dragon Kydyr shouted, heat and wind billowing out of his open maw with every angry word, flowing directly over Erick. His breath smelled like metal.

Erick gestured to the bird doll on the ground between them, saying, “I made the doll with feathers this time.” He glanced at the blue box that hovered in his field of view. “And I think I got the good version of the spell; [Fairy Item].”

Fairy Item, instant, medium range, 250 + Variable

Instantiate a non-magical item of up to medium size into reality. Unreal control. Lasts until you decide otherwise.

Kydyr jerked back, his body curling inward, sending books tumbling to the ground as his mouth did a jumble. He had ten different things he wanted to say and had no idea which was best, or what question he wanted to ask first.

In that confusion, Erick checked out his created item with a few Sights from his Ophiel. The bird looked completely non-magical; mundane in every way. Surprising, but not too surprising. He had gone deep into the mana to pull his magic out of it, and looking back on the previous day, when he'd met Aisha, her mention of Elemental Fae made a lot more sense.

Had he been trying for Elemental Fae? Not exactly. Not purposely.

But that’s what had happened.

Erick said to Kydyr, “Aisha just told me that Elemental Fae was a thing, too; one of the houses of Ar’Cosmos, even. I didn’t realize this was an option until halfway through the cast.” He frowned at Kydyr, and tried to lighten the mood, “You didn’t even think this was possible either, did you? Not telling me about this and then letting me go ahead and do it? That’s pretty reckless of you.”

Kydyr centered himself around a whole new plume of anger, saying, “Reckless! Of me!?”

“Yeah.” Erick said, “Spatial Magic comes with a bunch of warnings. What the shit was this, Kydyr? How did I break your runic web?”

Kydyr’s voice vibrated the house, “YOU’RE THE ONE USING FAE MAGIC! YOU SHOULD KNOW!”

Okay. Maybe this was too serious to make fun of.

Erick asked, “Fae Magic breaks things?”

Kydyr froze. Then he erupted again, “Gods Above! Get into the kitchen and stay there while I fix my web.” He advanced on Erick, saying, “MOVE.”

Erick stepped lively toward the kitchen with Ophiel fluttering to catch up.

Kydyr whipped his tail around and smashed it down onto the [Fairy Item] bird. The air clanged. The ground broke. The bird just expanded out on both sides of the tail, like a water balloon, and when Kydyr’s tail bounced upward, the bird bounced away. Kydyr scowled, then slapped the thing at the kitchen entrance, saying, “And take your blasted bird with you!”

Erick caught the bird and kept walking right on toward the kitchen.

Once inside the kitchen, where there was absolutely nowhere to sit and very little room to walk, he—

He almost cast [Fairy Item] again to conjure a chair. This seemed like a bad idea, though, considering what had just happened. He almost called out to Kydyr to ask if it was okay to use the spell again, but this too seemed like a bad idea. The dragon man was very angry. So Erick just stood there with his conjured bird in his hand, watching the master of the house fume and stomp.

Kydyr tore at the floor of the main room, expertly carving down to where the runic web lay, and no deeper. The problematic space extended from Erick’s casting point to three meters in every direction, with most of the runic web there completely obliterated. The problem was much larger than just that one area, though. Erick glanced around the whole of the house and saw breaks in the web here and there, at least one every three meters, and sometimes a lot more than that. At least a thousand breaks, all over the place, with smaller twistings here and there in the rest of the web. It might be an easier fix than expected, though, for the runes inside the metal were different from the usual complexity Erick saw in other places. Almost the whole web was inscribed with a simple repeating pattern of… Spells Erick didn’t know yet.

A few of the runic letters and orders were simple to understand, forming the spell [Concealment], if Erick was reading that right; it was a combination of what should form [Mystical Item] and the rather standard rune for [Invisibility], linked together with scratches in the platinum. Some other spell formed another large chunk of repeating runic letters upon the web, which seemed to be [Mystical Ward]… And some other combination of runic lines. Maybe it looped back into the runes for [Concealment]? Anyway, the runic web was complicated, and yet simple, and that meant that this wasn’t the whole system. There was something missing...

Ah.

The burned out parts. Erick suspected they were some sort of Fae Magic runes—

Kydyr shouted, “I need platinum! Erick! Go get me some! NOW.”

Erick called back, “You mean you don’t have [Duplicate] like all the other ancient wrought? I don’t want to call you a liar, Kydyr… But.”

“… Blast you.”

Kydyr conjured a small rainbow [Ward] and then he started copying bits of platinum inside that obviously-Restful space, making magical platinum to use in the web. With some [Telekinesis] or other such spells, Kydyr began magically laying down new lines of platinum, to repair the broken web. Once the web was whole, a white talon on his left hand lit with rainbow brilliance. Erick wondered why he had white talons while all the rest of him was rainbow bismuth. An affectation, perhaps—

“Dismiss that bird!” Kydyr leveled a glare toward the kitchen.

“Tell me why.”

“Fae Magic interferes with Fae Magic under the Script.”

Erick dismissed the bird. “Okay. We can continue the lesson when you’re less panicked.”

Kydyr started huffing with small laughter, talking about how yes, they would be continuing the lesson, just you wait, as he dipped his glowing-rainbow talon into the platinum, inscribing runes into the fresh metal. Despite, at his scale, resembling a human calligrapher working on a trail of rice grains, Kydyr’s talon swept through the runic web like he was a CNC milling machine; expertly, and with no wasted movement, even with the tight confines of the medium.

Just like Erick had guessed, Kydyr was inscribing some new rune that he hadn’t ever seen before, but from context clues, he expected it to be the rune for ‘Fae’ or maybe ‘Fairy’. The exact size of that rune matched the exact size of the smallest burned-out parts of the rest of the rest of the runic web, too, so that solved what had happened there.

Erick’s Fae spell had destroyed Kydyr’s Fae spell. Why, though? Was Erick’s spell more powerful than Kydyr’s? He didn’t believe so. There was something else happening there, and Erick hoped it wasn’t his Wizardry.

He’d find out, anyway.

Three minutes later, Kydyr had fixed most of the destruction Erick’s first cast of Fae Magic had caused. He cast a spell into the Fae runes—

The house blinked away and a sparse field of moss returned—

The book-filled house came back. The runic web sparked and broke.

“Blast it all!” Kydyr shouted, “Erick! Find me the largest breaks!”

Erick did so, taking less than a second to move two sunform Ophiel back into the house, and then ten more seconds to highlight with magenta lightwards where the largest breaks were inside the walls.

Kydyr raised his face, the whiskers beside his maw flicking out as he scowled at the air all around him. “Blast it all. That’s a lot. Dig down to the webs, Erick; prep the spaces.”

Easy enough to do. Sunform Ophiels began hammering into the walls, chipping away at thick stone to get to the broken webs underneath; despite the main function of the runic web being gone, it still had various Shaping protections, along with anti-[Scry] and other anti-detection spells. While he did that, Kydyr started moving around the house like a 20 meter long rainbow snake, prowling from magenta lightward to lightward, finding problems and filling them in with new platinum and a quick runic inscription.

Fifteen minutes later. Kydyr fixed the tenth break, adding in more Fae Magic to the runic web—

The house flickered invisible and the field of grassy moss returned, but Erick could already tell that some intrinsic part of the runic web was missing; his feet were firmly planted upon invisible stone, about a meter above the actual ground. He tapped the invisible floor with his foot, testing the [Concealment] spell; or at least he was pretty sure it was [Concealment]. The rest of the house was the same, with every single inanimate object invisible, yet not intangible. Erick moved his foot to the side and touched a stack of books. Some invisible thing fell over.

Kydyr was already aware of the problem, yet he was upstairs. His front half was inside a bedroom on the second floor, while his long body curled down the hallway. The bismuth dragon held there ‘midair’, mumbling to himself and looking like he had fucked up somewhere.

“Need some help?” Erick asked.

Kydyr shouted back at him, “NO. Stay there. Don’t knock over my books. I have a system!”

“Because there’s a system to the books,” Erick deadpanned.

“THERE IS!”

“I’m sorry for this,” Erick said, honestly. “I’ll make it up to you, as long as I actually caused this.”

Kydyr whipped his head toward Erick, scowling. But his scowl turned into a simple frown, and his hatred left him, like a weight too heavy to maintain. He turned back to the wall he had been working on and pressed a rainbow talon into the runic web, severing—

Suddenly, the house returned. Visual sight on Kydyr vanished, except for the tip of his tail still sticking out into the main room ahead. Erick still had him in his mana sense, though.

Kydyr moved toward the next break in the web.

Erick waited for the dragon to speak.

He had to wait a few minutes.

As Kydyr fixed a particularly large break, yet with 221 remaining, he said, “If I had thought you capable of Fae Magic I would have said something. This is my own damned fault. You’re on the Path, and—” He huffed. “Apparently Aisha spoke to you about Fae Magic right before you came here, but even that is just the crit to the [Strike]. Going after [Gate] means you probably know all about Ar’Cosmos, or at least you’ve been made aware of that location. And now you know of the Houses of Ar’Cosmos. Death, Carnage, and bah— Fae! Fucking Fae.” Kydyr huffed loudly, then went silent as he focused on repairing the runic webs that Erick had dug out.

Erick picked up the books he had knocked over and placed them back how they were.

Kydyr watched him as he did this; not overtly, but he had stopped working while Erick’s hands were on the books. After Erick removed his hands, Kydyr resumed his work.

Erick decided to get the sensitive questions out of the way, first. “Are you a born dragon, or were you poisoned by Dragon Essence and you couldn’t get rid of it?”

“Neither.” Kydyr turned his head to stare at Erick through the walls, snipping, “Are you still human with a question mark? Or did you finally fall in some direction?”

“I fell in a direction.” Erick said, “Rozeta helped.”

Kydyr froze, staring heavily at nothing. And then he turned and went to the next runic break, moving like a snake weaving through the air even though his feet were firmly planted on the stone floor.

After fixing another two spots, Kydyr started on the third, saying, “I purposefully went and gained Dragon Essence in a failed bid by Stratagold to infiltrate Ar’Cosmos and take it down from the inside. We got most of the way, but… Fae Magic cast by a true fae inside their own place of power is almost as potent as Wizardry. Fae can’t do nearly as much as a Wizard, mind you, but they can do certain things very well, and one of those things is cruel and unusual punishment through illusions made real; Fae Magic. The Matriarch of House Fairy discovered us halfway through the plan and took great fun in dismantling our entire operation. She twisted our Dragon Essence, Sealing it, leaving us with these bodies, but weak to any other dragon. It’s a common punishment which almost always results in the afflicted dying, because the whole house goes on a Hunt when someone is Sealed.” Kydyr said, “I’m the only one of my team left, and only because I managed to make it back to Veird, proper, and Fae Magic breaks other Fae Magic here on Veird… This isn’t how Fae Magic works inside Ar’Cosmos. I had thought I had prepared well enough to counter her, but... All magic works differently in there, and there is no true preparation to be had against True Fae.”

Erick listened, and focused on one of the many things Kydyr had just revealed, asking, “The Script fully goes away inside Ar’Cosmos, yes?”

“Correct. Unless you can manually cast I would not brave that land, especially since you’ve touched upon Fae Magic. If you’re lucky you won’t meet the actual leader of House Fairy, but the current Matriarch, Illustrious Moon, is almost as dangerous. The actual leader pretends to be whoever she has to be to lure men to their deaths, but her name is… You can’t say her name, for she might hear. So I will lay down a clue, and you can guess. Her name is the name of the House she holds dear, and those three things in the sky that oppress with—” Kydyr stopped. “Ah…” He glanced around. “That was almost too much. I started rhyming there. Uh. Don’t— Hmmm.”

There was a lot to unpack in that bit of occurrence right there, too, from the fact that rhyming was a warning sign of attracting the attention of higher powers, to the fact that Kydyr called Hell, Celes, and the Silver Star straight up ‘oppressors’...

Erick picked out the important part, for now. Don’t say ‘Fairy Moon’. Lesson learned.

Kydyr continued, “The stronger you are, the easier it is to attract the attention of the fae, so don’t… Don’t do that.” Kydyr took a deep breath, then continued, “But you’ll likely have to go to Ar’Cosmos to finish [Gate]. Most people end up there somewhere near the end of their path, though they often hear about the place rather early.”

“Is there a way to detect when you’re exposed to Fae Magic?”

“Yes.” Kydyr said, “It’s rather simple, too. Don’t do it now, for I won’t have you testing my web yet, but when you’re outside, make a small bracelet or something and then wear it. If it breaks then you’ll know someone cast Fae Magic nearby. My runic web should have been able to withstand your spellwork, but the act of a stranger casting Fae Magic inside the web was… Apparently an unexpected vulnerability.”

Erick considered his new spell, then asked, “Is there a way to do this runic web thing without Fae Magic? I’m pretty sure I do not want to have this sort of catastrophe happen every time someone casts this specific kind of magic near my future Network.”

Kydyr frowned as he continued to enact repairs all around. “Keep the spell. I can teach you to safeguard against this particular problem…” He scowled. “This would be a lot more convincing if the evidence of my failure wasn’t all around.” On his way to the next break, he said, “What happened here is something I should have expected, and it ties deeply into what Illusion and Fae Magic— How all magic used to be, actually. I will explain the nuances between Illusion Magic and Fae Magic, and start at the beginning.

“Before the Script, certain magics were excellent against other certain magics, like using Water against Fire magics, or using Stone in pretty much all of your static, point defenses. Solid Stone Magic used to be as strong as adamantium is today. This is not the case anymore.

“Now, under the Script, all magic interacts with other magic based on pretty normal, balanced rules. The damage number listed inside the blue box of [Force Bolt] will produce a Bolt that takes off exactly that much ‘health’ from a [Force Wall], or from your own Health. Physical spells like your own Particle Magic act as physical damage, which is closer to using a sword against a defense, and is therefore, usually, stronger than using other types of magic. Physical things are not mana, so therefore they are not fully governed by the Script.

“Pre-Script, illusion-versus-viewer worked based on interaction and disbelief. This remains the same, mostly, but now all illusionwork under the Script usually has some sort of Health-number to represent the level of interaction an illusion can withstand. This is to say nothing of someone just looking at a poorly-made illusion and going ‘Yeah, that’s not real’; that can still happen if you make a shitty illusion. Back before the Script, though, you used to be able to simply disbelieve magic, and therefore it would not work on you. Illusion, in particular, was very weak to this sort of defense… From what I’ve read.

“Pre-Script, Elemental Fae stood above illusionwork as the pinnacle of false reality. It was simply the best way to fool others, and even other practitioners of Fae Magic, though it operated in arcane and sometimes odd directions; soft power rules like hospitality, for instance. It still does, actually, but not nearly as much as it used to. You could not simply disbelieve Fae Magic in the Old Cosmology. If you didn’t operate around its self-imposed rules, you quite often simply died. Or worse. Pre-Script, Fae Magic always won out over illusions, too. An illusionist going up against a fae was asking to be killed.

“Pre-Script, illusion-versus-illusion was a messy ordeal, with the higher mana-cost illusion always winning out over the lesser-cost illusion.

“These days, illusion-versus-illusion has none of that. Illusions have no special interactions with other illusions unless you count ‘casting the same spell over another spell’, which I do not count.

“But! Under the Script, Elemental Fae retains this ability to break lesser illusionwork. Elemental Fae always wins out over Elemental Illusion, breaking all lesser illusions it comes into contact with.

“Under the Script, Elemental Fae versus Elemental Fae has also been standardized, and that standardization broke the power of practically all the fae, all at once. When Fae Magic is exposed to other Fae Magic, the newest Fae spell always wins out over the older spell. BUT. It’s usually a one-per-one reaction.” Kydyr had fixed ten breaks in the web but kept right on going, speaking all the while. “This existing runework has thousands of Elemental Fae spells inside, so therefore, your spell should only have broken one instance of my runic web. My runic web should have been able to handle the single cast of your spell.” He sighed.

He continued, “But Fae Magic is fucked up, and it retains some of its otherworldly power even though its true power is long gone… So I don’t know what happened, exactly. If you should cast [Fairy Item] again this shouldn’t happen again, but I’m not repairing this a second time today. When I fix this we will be doing the rest of your lessons...” His voice filled with dread. “On the lawn outside.” Kydyr said, “Also, since you have a Fae spell that you can cast and attach to your wrist, you should keep this spell on you and active at all times. It will break all illusions cast on you, and when it breaks, you will know that someone else is casting Fae Magic nearby.”

All of that was very interesting, but Erick had to ask, “Why is the lawn bad?”

“Because that Flowery Murderess who I will not name and you will not either has been looking for me for a long time and I don’t take chances anymore. The lawn is protected, too, but not as much as the house. It should be fine.” Kydyr declared, “I’m going to teach you everything you need to know to make a runic web and you will protect me if that woman shows and then I will be able to survive long enough to escape and you will likely never see me again! Rozeta willing—” He flinched. He whispered, “Fuck. You’re on the Path. I shouldn’t have said that. Ignore that.” He spoke up, “Uh. I’ll see you tomorrow… No…” He went back to fixing breaks in the line, mumbling, “Is that any better? I don’t know if that’s better or not...”

Erick brought Kydyr back to the moment, asking, “How does [True Sight] interact with illusionwork?”

He already sort-of knew the answer; he hadn’t seen any of this reality all around him when the runic web was working. So obviously Kydyr’s illusions were better than average. Probably Fae Magic at work.

Erick already had a lot of experience with normal illusionwork, in the form of seeing through the [Invisibility] spells that monsters or people sometimes used. Terror Peaks soldiers tried to hide from Ophiel by conjuring tree branches to lay under, or to hide within conjured, hollow boulders. [True Sight] saw through all of those, showing all magical effects as magic by transforming Erick’s perception of those magical effects into barely-there glass shells. [True Sight] went a step further than that, too. When using [True Sight] in battle, almost all magic appeared as thin-glass facsimiles of itself. Sometimes, though, an enemy would use those larger, flashier attacks to hide a knife, or a dense Particle Spell, or some other sort of real danger inside the larger cover.

[True Sight] didn’t see through Erick’s own [Sealed Privacy Ward], though. In that case, all [True Sight] saw was a large, opaque white bubble.

Kydyr said, “[True Sight] cuts through 90% of all illusionwork like it isn’t even there, so this is a great spell to run almost all the time, if you can. Almost no one prepares against it, either, but for runic web purposes, you must be able to guard against this spell. The best way to block [True Sight] is with anti-[True Sight] runic webs, and spellwork specifically shifted to guard against that vulnerability. The second best way is to use Fae Magic, which is simply immune to [True Sight]. If you use Fae Magic too extensively, though, you might run into the few Fae Magic users out there and be totally fucked if they get the drop on you… But that’s true of almost every high-level encounter between competent people.” Kydyr moved to the next break in the web, as he said, “You need to have some amount of Fae Magic if you want to make a truly robust defense system… Which would be more impressive to say if you hadn’t broken my defense system… But this too, is a lesson; one I must take in myself when I go about retrofitting all of this web over the next few days. You must limit your use of Fae Magic, because it is very easy for another Fae user to break your stuff simply by casting their own.”

“… Again. Apologies.”

Kydyr sighed. “Not your fault. This is my fault. And it won’t happen again.” The man slithered to the other side of the house and began working on several larger nodes in the web, asking, “Any other overview questions? It’ll take ten more minutes to fix this.”

Erick did have at least one more. He started at the top, “What about using Elemental Illusion to work through a physical process faster? I’ve used [Mysticalshape] to make particles behave well to become the proper result I desired without making toxic byproducts. Is there some way to do that better? Or did I do that well?”

“Ah. Ohhh...” Kydyr inscribed a long series of runes as he said, “Sounds like you did that about as well as anyone could. Using Illusion to skip several steps and to arrive at a clean outcome of a natural process is a niche use of this magic, but only because magic usually doesn’t produce solid results. I suppose Particle Magic and Illusion Magic would have a lot of possible crossing points.” Kydyr said, “Good job.”

“Where does Fae Magic fit into this phenomenon?”

“It doesn’t. Fae Magic is generally better at doing illusionwork than Elemental Illusion, but it directly breaks down when exposed to other Fae Magic. Any particulate made with Elemental Fae would break down if exposed to the Fae Magic of another.” Kydyr said, “The only way to properly use Elemental Fae is to—” He frowned. “Is to soak an area in your particular Elemental Fae magic, and then when someone else uses Elemental Fae, your area will remain… Hmm. Stable.”

“Or at least it should,” Erick added.

“It should have!” Kydyr said, and then he sighed as he inscribed a rune and cast a spell into the metal—

The house flickered, then vanished completely. Erick dropped a centimeter as the floor fell out from under him, but he maintained his height with his sunform. Kydyr was already back to being a bismuth owl shifter who hung in the air like a man flying. The previous property reappeared, but the house was gone and the tree was missing. The landscaping was nonexistent, with nothing more than a short white wall denoting the outer edge of the property and a ground that was layered with moss. The small farm space was still there, though it would need some replanting.

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Mists swirled beyond the property, like they usually did.

“Success!” Kydyr said, spinning around and looking at everything for a moment. He dropped to the ground, saying, “That’s that! Two choices, Erick. We can stay here and you can refrain from touching Elemental Fae, or we can move to somewhere else and work on some Fae Magic.”

“Is [Fairy Item] good enough to replicate this—” Erick touched the air around waist-height, where the floor had been, asking. “— concealment and intangibility? What’s the plan for the full suite of spells for a runic web?”

Kydyr nodded, saying, “[Fairy House] is the primary spell that hides this house and makes it act as it does. [Fairy House] has certain protections against other Fae Magic which is why you shouldn’t have been able to break my house, but whatever. My Domain is not actually Fae-based, but it works well enough—” He paused. He said, “Perhaps your own Light Domain when combined with Fae Magic is what broke my Illusion Domain… Hmm.” Kydyr decided, “Whatever!” He added, “To get [Fairy House], you take [Fairy Item] or [Fairy Force] and add in [Concealment] and [Intangibility], depending on if you want a small, nice house, or a large, expansive but cheap-looking house. This [Fairy House] was made with [Fairy Item], and the actual name of the spell is [Fairy Cottage]. The other one would be [Fairy Mansion].

“If you want to work on Fae Magic we will be moving to a second location, but if you can refrain from this, then we can remain here and continue working as we should have before this interruption. So can you do that? Refrain from touching Elemental Fae?”

“… Probably?” Erick shrugged. He could simply leave out his Permanency spellwork and Elemental Fae would simply not happen.

Kydyr did not look convinced. He moved on, anyway, saying, “You also need to make [Illusionary Force]. With [Illusionary Force], [Concealment], and [Intangibility], you will be able to secure most every runic web you make. The combined spell there is [Illusionary Structure], but it is better to make your runic webs with the lesser spells, for if any of them break, then the whole thing won’t break. Stringing together the three spells into a working web will take us the rest of the day, though, so let’s make a pledge not to make any more Elemental Fae in the house, or we can go outside.”

The man acted calm, but he was terrified of going outside.

Erick chose to stay indoors, saying, “I won’t make a pledge, but I can certainly try not to break the house again.”

“… Fine.” Kydyr summoned himself a chair to the side, and sat down. He conjured a chalkboard with some helpful instructions and then read them out to Erick, “[Illusionary Force] is [Special Ward] plus [Force Wall] plus Mana Altering for Illusion, in addition to [Lightshape] and [Shadowshape]. Pretty much exactly what you went for with [Fairy Item], but not so deep. This spell will be the same basic cost as [Fairy Item], but it will start off Large Size and scale a lot easier. It should last an hour.

“[Conceal Object] is an upgrade to [Invisibility], but it only works on items. This is a necessary transformation of the original spell to make it last quite a lot longer than otherwise. This is the spell that makes items invisible to mana senses, but not [True Sight]. You have to dip into Fae Magic to make something invisible to [True Sight], so instead of going the hard way with deeper magic, you can just bury the runic web under stone, and add in some anti-[Stoneshape] and other protective spellwork to your runic webs.” Kydyr waved a hand. “We’ll go over all that later. [Conceal Object] requires [Invisibility] along with the Altering and Shaping Illusion trio. It’s still an expensive spell, but it should last for an hour per cast. Expect a cost of 500 mana.

“[Intangible Object] will likely require multiple attempts, but it is not necessary for you to make this spell today in order for us to proceed with the creation of a runic web, but it is absolutely necessary later on. This spell makes a target untouchable. This is the spell that makes it so that other people can’t interfere with your runic web. It is the baseline for a secure web, and it is [Force Wall] made Ethereal, as well as the usual illusionwork trio, shifted toward pulling a real object into untouchable, Ethereal Force. 250 mana is a good version; should last an hour.

“You can work on [Concealment] and [Intangibility] some other time if you wish for those spells, but I recommend you leave them alone. A lot of people die trying to make [Intangibility], in particular, and you can achieve the exact same functionality out of [Illusionwalk]— Which is something you should look into getting.” Kydyr said, “You need to get over your aversion to Shadow.

“Anyway.

“All of these spells should last at least an hour, but with a good runic web, these spells can be stretched out to last a full day. All the other spells in your runic web should also last at least that long. You’ll have to get a feel for how your runic webs functions on your own, though; I can’t help with that.

“Once you have those three spells we can proceed to actual runic web work.”

Erick nodded. Then he gathered Ophiel to his side—

Kydyr spoke up, “Are you sure you won’t break my house again?”

Erick paused. He had a thought. He let that thought out, asking, “Is there any real reason not to go full Fae Magic? Like. Yes. I heard your objections, that Fae Magic breaks Fae Magic, but you also say that if I stack my Fae spells deep enough, that they can’t be broken that easily.”

Kydyr frowned, then rattled off, “Everything Fae can do is more easily done with Illusion, and without Fae’s weird interactions with other Fae. Almost no place on or in Veird uses Fae, but everyone with any runic web anywhere likely has at least one Fae Magic breaker that will shatter when someone uses Fae Magic inside the runic web. Therefore, if you use Fae magic out there, you will be discovered as a Fae Magic user, and that will likely not go well for you.

“For there’s a reason that people put these Fae Magic breakers inside their webs, even though almost no one uses this power, and that is because the fae were —and remain!— terrible existences that should not be tested. There is at least one True Fae who makes herself known outside of Ar’Cosmos, and if you use her magic she’ll come to kill you for trying to usurp her power. Or maybe she’ll tease you for a while because you’re a man, and then she’ll kill you. She can be anywhere, and do anything, and the only way to know she’s watching is to have a single [Fairy Item] bracelet on your wrist and pay attention to see if it breaks. Don’t test the last True Fae left in existence. You will lose.”

Kydyr’s voice trailed away, swallowed by the mists all around.

Erick spoke softly, “All I’m hearing, Kydyr, is that there’s a murderer out there that comes when called, and that makes finding her particularly easy. I have half a mind to step out into the fog right now and call her down on me, and then end her.”

Kydyr’s eyes glinted with brief, shining hope. He breathed deep, and then the light in his eyes dimmed back to dull bismuth. Without heat or hatred, he breathed out, “You spoke earlier of the arrogance of wrought, but you have no idea of the depths of your own.”

Erick suddenly realized why Kydyr, the shut-in, was willing to step outside his house, when it was obvious he had never left this place in at least a century. He had wanted to step outside, because with Erick there, he could maybe call down Fairy Moon and they could kill her, together.

“You want to kill her together?” Erick asked, “Set up some traps and call her down?”

For a long, silent moment, Kydyr just sat there, staring off into nothing.

Then he turned to Erick. “No.”

… Unexpected. Kydyr knew what Erick had done recently, and what he was going to continue to do. So why say ‘no’? Erick wasn’t completely sure, but it felt like Kydyr was not hesitating because of the physical threat Fairy Moon represented. Kydyr was hesitating for a specific reason.

Had Erick missed—

Kydyr did not want to kill Fairy Moon. Even though she had killed his team. Even though he had been on a mission to infiltrate Ar’Cosmos and kill her. That was exactly it. Part of Kydyr wanted to kill Fairy Moon, but most of him did not… Because...

Why would a wrought not want to kill an existential threat to Veird?

The threat being ‘too large’ to safely handle was one thing; the wrought had long been engaged in a cold war with Ar’Kendrithyst and the Shades. But the situation with Fairy Moon had to be smaller, right? This was a single True Fae. One of the last left of maybe two, total, if what Aisha said was true.

Perhaps…? Would killing off the last fae erase Fae Magic from Veird? Had Kydyr been on a Forgotten Campaign mission to end Fairy Moon and Fae Magic from Veird?

No. A Forgotten Campaign would have ended Fairy Moon if that was what the gods decreed. Erick held no illusions about the strength of wrought society when leveraged against a single individual, no matter how powerful they might appear to be, or where they happened to be located.

All Erick really knew now that he didn’t know yesterday was that the wrought, or at least Kydyr and his team, had tried to infiltrate Ar’Cosmos and failed, and thus they were picked off one by one until only Kydyr was left. This meant that the wrought had been trying to end only Fairy Moon, and not also Ar’Cosmos.

But existential threats like Fairy Moon wouldn’t just be allowed to get away. So the wrought should have done more, right? Send more teams? That’s what they did with that Pirate Hullbreaker, though it was Oceanside that eventually got that particular Wizard.

Unless.

Unless the wrought had moved on to a policy of live-and-let-live while denying all existence.

So how had Fairy Moon managed that? Erick did not doubt that the woman killed people rather methodically and probably brutally, but if one could summon Fairy Moon by simply calling out her name then she was an ‘easy’ kill. Unless she wasn’t that easy to kill at all. Perhaps Kydyr was correct and Erick was rather arrogant for thinking it was easy to kill a fae.

But also, Fairy Moon lived inside Ar’Cosmos most of the time. She lived with dragons. She worked with dragons. Oh.

Erick learned two things at that moment.

The wrought had likely tried to end Ar’Cosmos long ago, at the beginning of the Script, but decided not to. In retrospect, this was obvious.

And one could hide among the dragons if they chose that path, for Fairy Moon had obviously chosen that path, except for when she was out here in the world, killing men. With enough strong allies, one would become too large to be attacked (Duh).

Erick hoped that he would have enough allies by the time [Renew] or his Wizardry was discovered. They had to be good allies, too, on the levels of an entire city of dragons… Which was an uncomfortable thought. Either dragons or Shades! The only two groups that could stand up to the wrought, and survive.

Erick almost felt like a Cultist of Melemizargo at that moment, wondering what sort of deed he would have to do to remain alive by this time next year.

Anyway.

That was only half of the story of Fairy Moon.

Erick had a pretty good guess of what else was going on, so he watched Kydyr’s entire self while he put his other thoughts into words, “You think you deserved what she did to you. You think that other people deserve what she does to them. You don’t believe she is evil at all.”

Kydyr went blank. No expression. No facial tics. He hid his reaction behind an illusion, for sure. And then he recognized that Erick had recognized what he had done. His ‘real’ face came back, and he looked distantly sad. He said, “Don’t make Fae Magic a part of your life, Erick. You will not like the outcome.”

Yeah.

Erick had crit the [Strike], exactly.

Kydyr spoke of how Fairy Moon was evil, toeing the party line, while inwardly thinking that he had deserved what he got. He was dealing with a cold war scenario; a soldier left in the lurch of a battle never finished. He couldn’t deal with life outside of his house, but who could blame him? Erick doubted he would be any better if he had to go through what he suspected Kydyr had gone through. What sort of war crimes had the man done in service to his people? Probably pretty bad ones.

Perhaps Erick misunderstood a few things here and there, but broadly, he thought himself correct.

Anyway. Magic:

Kydyr’s warnings about Fae Magic were likely well-established warnings that Erick should probably take to heart, and yet, if Fae Magic worked to instantiate Reality into reality, then perhaps it could go the other way, too. Perhaps, with proper Fae Magic, one could move from reality into Reality, and then back to reality, or, to put it another way, to allow one to [Gate] from one side of the world to the other.

Perhaps!

Erick already knew that he would be using [Fairy House] as a defensive living space in the future.

Something else about the whole situation stuck out, though. Something Erick couldn’t quite name, because it was an odd, circumstantial, situation; very much not anything anyone else could possibly imagine about Fae Magic, unless they were from Earth and knew English.

Erick decided to lay it out there, and see what Kydyr thought.

“We have stories about fae back on Earth,” Erick said, as he watched Kydyr. “Tricksters and rule-makers and breakers. Punishers of the unjust, but also needlessly cruel. The fae work on rules arcane to all understandings except for their own. Those arcane rules are what makes them dangerous, for those rules can exist along a myriad of non-standard societal constructs, for mostly, the fae live apart from people, in their own realms of immortal power. You call them fae or fairy, but we have hundreds of different names for all sorts of make-believe fae. Or, at least, I thought them simple stories until I came here, to Veird.”

Kydyr’s reaction told Erick that he was familiar with almost everything Erick was saying, though the finer details might not have gotten across. Mainly, the bismuth wrought didn’t understand where Erick was going with all this.

Erick explained, “Since what we’re doing here will eventually end up in a runic web, I feel I should say something specifically about language, and how it relates to fae, and to runes, and to magic.” He slipped some English into his otherwise Veirdly words, saying, “You call them fae or fairy. We call them spelled . You call Fate Magic like that, but we call it magic. . It’s only one letter off. For Ecks and Ancient Script, they’re completely different words. or .” Kydyr’s eyes went wide as the rest of him went still, and Erick plunged forward, “Is Fae Magic related to Fate Magic? Or to [Gate]? ‘Gate’ is spelled ‘ in English; just one letter away from .”

Kydyr’s wide eyes remained wide for a moment as his thoughts buzzed behind his suddenly-guarded expression. And then he relaxed. He frowned. He said, “While it is good to worry about strange coincidences when dealing with Fae Magic... Perhaps you need a fae to make [Gate]? The fae do tend to hide rather well on just the other side of Sight, and this would explain why no one has ever been able to complete the Worldly Path themselves. But…” Kydyr shook his head. “This language thing with your native tongue seems like pure coincidence to me, though since you are going after a Wizard, if you do pursue this line of magic then it might happen how you suggest. Wizards can do strange, impossible shit…” His voice trailed off as he thought. He said, “Whatever Wizardry you attempt to enact out of whatever Wizard you find is probably a conversation to have with many more people than I, but I would suggest staying away from trying to make ‘Word Magic’, or whatever you’re suggesting. That magic practically begs to be Forgotten. Imagine all the strangeness you could cause! And especially if you could apply this Wizardry to already-established spells. With enough shifts, I bet you could turn [Force Bolt] into [Ascension to Godhood], or some other nonsense.” He shook his head. “No. Don’t go looking for this magic.” He added, “But getting a Wizard to turn some Fae Magic into [Gate]? Now that… That I could see happening.” He summed it up, “I don’t agree with your circumstantial letter-replacement ideas. Your language was not magical. Ancient Script is magical. No; this won’t work.”

Erick took a metaphorical step back and reevaluated.

Word Magic seemed perfect for a Paradox Wizard, but, at the same time, Kydyr was right. Word Magic would likely get Banned and Forgotten as soon as it was created. Or, at least the rest of Veird would try to Ban it, and then they would try to erase Erick from existence, causing… A lot of bad things.

Erick decided that ‘Word Magic’ was probably a very bad idea.

And also, someone else had probably already made Word Magic, and it was already Banned. There was no way that some bookish Wizard wouldn’t have thought to make this magic before now.

Maybe Kydyr didn’t even know about that…

“It probably already got Banned, anyway,” Erick tested.

Kydyr shrugged. “Maybe. The Geodes are very fond of killing anything that has the potential to break the world.”

Erick nodded. Leaving aside its availability, ‘Word Magic’ was probably superfluous and very much too dangerous. Maybe all you actually needed to make a [Gate] was a Wizard to break the Script rules on Fae Magic, and then to make a true tunnel into a private world through ancient Fae spellwork.

Which would probably run directly against the Dimensional Ban, but…

Fae Magic obviously wasn’t Dimensional Magic; if it were, then no one could make Fae Spells.