I've been sorting my stuff as much into the two crates I have. I can carry a lot of it but I do have to leave some of my loot behind, mainly all the swords I salvaged. Rask kept bitching at me to hurry up and just leave the crap, jokes on him, we're waiting on my pod to finish packing. Two whole hours-ish of waiting because my network was so damn big. That of course isn't taking into account the ten minutes it took me to muster the will power to pull the damned arrow out of my pod.
So it turns out I am more linked with my pod than I thought. I could feel the arrow in the pod, and when I tried to gently pull it out I felt pain flare through both myself and the pod. Eventually Rask yelled at me that if I didn't pull it out he would, and that's what motivated me to give the final tug. The final tug that left me balled up in pain and crying on the floor for three minutes while Rask stood around seeming very unimpressed. The good news is that after I managed to get back on my feet I discovered that my healing spells do work on my pod.
I knew I had to have some sort of weakness, but I didn't think it would be like that. Actual damage to the pod causes debilitating pain. That makes me unfortunately easy to deal with for anyone who discovers that weakness. Thankfully I don't think many people know about it, unless it's inherited from regular dryads, which I'm pretty sure I'm related to. As always, too many questions, not enough answers. I know one thing is for sure, I'm going to need a better house.
Fortunately I'm going to be moving soon. Unfortunately it's a bit of a forced move, as evident by the currently tapping his foot restlessly Rask who has been bugging me for the last almost two hours to hurry up. Oh and the bastard went and killed my remaining twigings, then had the gaul to complain about the poor xp amounts. I mean I couldn't take them with me but that it was still a bit of a dick move to just kill my minions without even asking first, not that he seemed to care.
Speaking of caring, that reminds me of how he bolted off when they shot my pod. Although, that was probably him just doing his job. Shame him and Travis couldn't have stabbed each other in the throat or something. Though I don't know if that would have worked, I've been noticing that things over level fifty tend to shrug off nasty injuries, even ones that should be debilitating, as long as it's not a super critical hit like getting the head lopped off. Because that's just what I needed, more problems in the form of shit not dying when you stab it.
"Hurry it up. I don't want to stand around here all day." Rask says, interrupting my train of thought.
"This is literally going as fast as it can. Just one more minute." I respond.
"And why couldn't you have started this when we entered your area or whatever?"
"Because I was busy spying on the nice hunter party and traitor and didn't want to spook them. Then one of them put a fucking arrow in my pod, which I had to remove!" I say, being sure to emphasize the last part.
"Don't get snippy with me. My skill wasn’t reading them as a threat to you until they shot your flower…. Pod thing."
"What kind of skill is that then? Because clearly it needs some work."
To say I'm a bit cranky because my pod got shot is an understatement. Normally I'm a bit peeved when I get injured, but this is something else. Having that arrow in my pod, it felt…. Almost violating in a way. I think my nature has put a heavy emphasis on keeping the pod safe, which makes sense. I fucking died once and the damn thing brought me back to life. Just the thought of my 'death' sends a small shiver up my spine. I stop for a moment, close my eyes, breathe in deep, then exhale. I need to calm down, getting pissy with the lizard man will not help my situation.
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"My skill works fine, it has indicated threats to lord Preston's person many a time before they struck. I then struck them in turn. Your weird flower thing is why it doesn't work right." Rask says.
Of course right as Rask starts bitching about how it's my fault, my pod finishes packing. So I walk over and put it on my back. Rask stops his ranting and just looks at me confused.
“You’re telling me we waited two hours for your fucking backpack?” He says.
“It’s technically my house, and I'm fairly sure I’ll die without it.”
“How the hell does… nevermind, I don't want to know. Grab your crap, I'm activating the teleporter.”
I run over and pick up my two boxes before walking over and standing next to Rask. I watch him carefully as he pulls a weird looking device from a clip on his belt. It’s a weird looking metal disk about five inches across with a metal ring around it. The strange part is the ring is completely detached from the center disk, yet they are bonded together by some invisible force, making them act as one object. Both pieces of the disk are engraved with intricate patterns, with the patterns intertwined with four gems embedded into the disk. Three of the gems look like they should be a clear color but are cloudy and arranged in a triangle around one in the center which is a dull gray.
Rask pushes down one the center crystal and rainbow colored lines shoot out of the three cloudy crystals and path towards the center one. Once they make contact new gray colored lines shoot out of the center crystal, branching off and following along the intricately carved pattern on the face of the disk. Rask lets the device go and it holds its position mid air for a few moments, before starting to spin as the gray lines reach the outside of the center disk. Once the hit the outer edge of the inner disk, the lines suddenly appear on the outer disk and start filling the pattern there as well, causing it to start slowing down then rotating in the opposite direction of the inner disk. The glow of the lines continues to increase in intensity, until it's almost blinding. Then there’s a loud crack sound, as the outer ring breaks into four pieces and flies out, beginning to circle around the center disk in a three foot radius. The air around the outer radius starts to contort and bend, getting more and more extreme until it's no longer possible to tell what exactly is outside of the bubble.
Suddenly the outside of the bubble flashed, and an extreme sense of nausea and vertigo washed over me. I stumbled a step before the disorientation won out and I fell over backwards onto my ass, dropping my creates to the floor with a loud crash in the process. As I’m laying there trying not to puke my guts out onto the floor, Rask simply starts laughing his ass off at me.
“Ahahahah, gets em every time. Try not to puke on the floor, it's nice marble.”
It takes me another minute of barely refraining from puking my guts onto the floor before I can finally stand up again. Rask seems content to just sit there chuckling to himself until I’m finally up and standing.
“Teleportation disorientation is a total bitch the first time it hits you. Don’t worry, it's only half as bad the second time around and gets easier after that.” Rask says with a shit eating grin.
Asshole didn't warn me, but I’m honestly not surprised. I look over to see that one of the boxes has broken open and is leaking its content, but thankfully looks fixable. I get down and start picking up my stuff and repacking my box and right as I finish a cough interrupts us. I look up to see a man with an air of arrogance and pretension standing over me, tapping his foot like a petulant child waiting for some sort of acknowledgment.
Sibil (Human, Level 75 Scribe)