In the world of sleep, tossing and turning in the night, darkness descends upon me like a heavy weight. The visions that besiege me are those of a gathering storm, an unyielding force that churns the ocean's depths. Terror consumes me, gripping my heart with a vice-like intensity.
The labyrinth of dreams and dust offers no respite, no escape from the shadows of the future that haunt me. They pursue me relentlessly, and I cannot shake them off. Each twist and turn of the maze brings me closer to the realization that there is no way out.
As I stumble to a halt, gasping for air, the shadows loom before me, threatening to engulf me in their icy grip. The fear that has gripped me so tightly threatens to overwhelm me entirely. I am but a leaf in a storm, tossed and turned by forces beyond my control.
With a trembling hand, I brace myself to face what lies ahead. There is no escaping the inevitable, no avoiding the storm that is about to break upon me. For a moment the hand that grips me lightens—could the portents be a gift from the River? A fleeting glimpse of what is to come?
Fear courses through my veins anew, and yet this time I embrace the shadows, ready to meet my destiny. For with the fear comes yet another emotion—excitement. An escape from my gilded prison.
- From the diary of Lady Aelayah of House Salahaem.
It was the first time I had seen someone, other than myself, be given a spell. There was a solemn air after Kidu's rumbling exclamation that seemed to permeate through the room. Elwin looked thoughtful, and Kidu seemed wistful, perhaps thinking of an old memory. Larynda looked the picture of joy as the light of the magic's acceptance slowly faded. I didn't personally need water spells anyway, and at least this way, my companions and I wouldn't have to worry about drinking water.
We were generally in good spirits after finishing a few more cups of tea and exchanging pleasantries and information. I was a bit hesitant to give out details about myself to these strangers, so I let my companions do most of the talking.
Ankhset and her spawn were Water Mages of the Children of Tides, which lowered my estimation of them considerably. With this in mind, I briefly entertained the idea of slowly killing her during our journey. A few Drain spells cast here and there could whittle away at her health, making it look like natural causes. However, I ultimately decided against it, since the train still needed her, and there was no sure way to know if she could detect the use of my magic. Throughout the exchange, I tried to gauge whether or not she had felt my Entropic Aura. The voices had told me that it would be problematic if she had.
The evening finally drew to a close. Before leaving the wagon, the half-elven child was made to promise that she would visit Ankhset’s wagon every other day in the evenings to study the path of water.
Once we put a little distance between us and Ankhset’s family, I decided to use Identify on the small girl, eager to see if the magic had wrought any changes upon her.
Larynda - Chaos Water Mage [Human/Elf lvl.9]
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Health: 73/74
Stamina: 17/26
Mana: 11/20
What in blazes? The girl has risen a whole four levels! Was that the effect of taking in a single scroll? It couldn't be... Learning Identify didn't give me anywhere near that level of a boost, I thought to myself. After pondering for a moment, I realized that the likely source of her newfound levels must have been from the single engagement where she slaughtered, almost wholesale, a group of men and horses.
It made sense, and I was relieved to see that learning water magic had not removed the 'Chaos' tag from her class description. Chaos magic was useful after all, and I made a mental note to talk to her about it at a later date, before the hag got her claws fully into her and dissuaded the girl from using her intrinsic powers.
I also planned to tell Kidu to push her a little harder in her physical training. At least now, with the increase in her level, she wouldn't fall over from an errant breeze. After all, it is said that a sound soul resides within a sound healthy body and mind, or something like that.
As we walked Larynda back to the wagon that she shared with our newest companion, Cordelia, my mind raced.
This time, the lady knight was dressed in the local fashion, wearing a light red deel with bright yellow trim that flared out from the sleeves. She sat among the women of the Ravens around a small open fire, sipping tea from a thick ceramic cup and wearing an infectious smile. Among their number was Catalina, the mother I had healed the night before, who blushed like a maiden at her first dance as we neared. Larynda rushed to greet Cordelia and excitedly told her the news in an incomprehensible babbling stream of words.
"Thank you, honored one, for healing me," began Catalina demurely, looking away when our eyes met. My magic had done wonders for her, and she now looked to be the very picture of health.
"Think nothing of it, dear lady," I replied courteously, offering my best smile. The women of the small group looked at each other knowingly, and I felt a little flustered. I turned my attention to Cordelia and informed her of the recent events.
Once Larynda had finished venting off her exuberance, we sat down on small chairs that some old women put out for us. I decided to update Cordelia on the latest happenings, as I planned for her to take part in Larynda’s training. Best she knows what it was she was dealing with. She, in turn, told me of the little things, of how she had spent her time with the people of the caravan. Unimportant things that I only gave half-an-ear to. I slipped into giving automatic responses and occasionally repeating the last thing she said, to humor her.
It was one of the skills I had picked up in the old world when dealing with women, and it worked equally well here.
Kidu would occasionally make a comment or ask a pointed question about the Ravens, to which Cordelia was surprisingly able to answer with ease. The answers to these questions I paid full attention to, as Kidu, uncivilized and savage as he was, could be surprisingly insightful at times. I learned that the Ravens, like the people of the North, put great stock in honor and trust. This made sense for a people who’s very livelihood relied on trade. However, they took this to the extreme, in my opinion at least. For example, they placed great weight on honoring and collecting debt. So much so that a male child among the traveling people could not truly call himself independent unless he paid his family back in full, through labor or by coin, the cost of raising him.
However, girls had intrinsic value, as they bore the greater inherent responsibility when propagating and carrying the next generation to term. Their bride price, or dowry, was their value when they came of age. Treating the fairer sex like so much cattle or brood mares to be bought and traded was, in my opinion, the mark of a primitive and underdeveloped culture.
Could they not see that all human life had intrinsic and equal value, regardless of race, sex, and so forth? Thinking on it more, I saw that, at the very least, the beings of this world had a possible excuse for their barbaric customs. Their behavioral patterns, culture, and histories, were probably set by the “system” of this world. Their way of life and very existence, were nothing more than the predetermined result of a collection of ones and zeros.