Well, it has been the first time in my life that I have edited a log before sending it like I did yesterday. It is a weird sense, changing a log. It feels like a man changing his words mid speech. Still, something like yesterday never has happened. I was so focused on the enemy that i didnt even notice that the log was not sent (i have sent the records the instant that I have created them. I almost don't even realise that i have done so nowadays.). That would have been quite funny, somebody hearing me rambling but missing the one that would have been the most important.
Then again, the death rush is something that i have experienced for the first time in my life. It was almost like for those few minutes, there was no other thought in my mind. Even the log, much of it I have edited in a form that would be understood by people.
Else most of what I had was fragmented thoughts and fractured emotions. Sadly, the log is not the only thing that has been broken. My mana sense is burnt. I can feel my mind getting tired as I think my thoughts. My body felt as if somebody had been hammering it like a piece of iron ingot.
As if all of that was not enough, i still might not be completely clear of the council. Even now they are debating my fate in the council. Paltroc, who is the healer that has been taking care of me has been quite happy to share news with him. The man is a gossiper though, equally likely to believe a rumour as he is willing to listen to the truth and certainly not interested in differentiating the two. But he can speak my language and hearing the man speaks i realise the thought process of the people here. Also the room I am in at the moment is completely devoid of anything but the bed. So the man is literally my only link to the world outside. It is quite funny since all the events that are going to affect me are happening in the building that I am sitting in. Right now i seem to be in one of the rooms in the council.
He has heard that the council meeting involves all the bigwigs of the council. The lady of spear, lania. The lord of the fallen inked, allon. The cloak, who wields no title. The lord of blood, palok. The lady of the beasts, shilva. Lastly, it is the arch magus of the magicians. These are all the titles of the people that have attended the meeting in the last couple of days. People that have not left their domes in centuries have come to this council meeting. Somehow I don't think i warrant such attention, do i.
I am sure that the head office would be happy to hear all of this. They feel the greatest
Peace in life after learning all of the factions of any people that might become their enemy in the future. The tribes are the very first on that list. You have no need to thank me also, head office. Just try your best to not to get me killed.
These are the leaders of all the factions, except maybe cloak and he is the man that is supposed to representing me. talking to paltroc i understand why such a massive reaction has occured. Firstly, it would be due to the nature of the crime committed and secondly it was due to the way that cloak reacted to it.
Among the snow tribe, it is considered to be a great insult for a more powerful faction to strike a weaker faction. No it would be said that this rule needs to be maintained with a rigour. Most would be living in a bubble which might just pop because powerful person breathed wrong on it. Even if they are using formations environmental magic is fragile at the best of time and the true lands are anything but gentle.
In such an environment, everybody weaker than the five tribes would be quite careful with the five tribes which might just destroy their home for no reason. The council needs to be quite careful of ever gaining that image. If that happens, the tribes would stop trading with the council and that would be the death knell for the council I believe. I am sure that thing are way more complicated here, but it is also the truth that no matter how complicated it gets, the basics never change.
See, hear me rambling on. People would think that i am scholar the way that i am going on. Anyway, the actions of the council have been quite objectional to the other tribes and such thing tends to travel through the chain of command. Other than that, cloaks action have also provoked a reaction that could not be predicted. Almost all the major groups seem to have been shocked by this behaviour.
If it was a faction I think such a reaction would not have been provoked. Then killing the person of the other faction while tasteless makes sense. An independent party beginning to kill people just because they provoked him would cause quite a stir. After all if you begin to kill everybody because they looked at you wrong what is it that you can do especially when you are weaker.
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Such a person would be treated like a plague among these people gotten rid of as quickly as possible by the major players since they would cause quite a chaos. Still that does not change the fact that at the moment cloak is the only party that is speaking on my side in that building at the moment and the man seems to be quite unpopular at the moment. Seeing this i have to ask why does the man go to such lengths to protect me. It does not really make sense, unless I have seriously underestimated the influence my master has in these lands. I don't really believe that though, i have never really heard my master mentioning the north except in the passing.
Still, Let's hope cloak's position does not screw up anything for me. If it does well, there is little i can do. Turns out at the moment I do not even have the strength to scheme properly. That would be a certain mark of how tired i am given my history of overthinking. Whatever people say about overthinking they have to admit that it certainly prepares one for quite a few possibilities.
Anyway, at the moment I do not even want to think about my bodies present state. I have never been injured to such a state and i have taken quite a few nasty hits just in this trip alone. my head is still pounding and there is nothing that I can do to stop it. Even paltroc stopped after trying quite a few tricks to stop it. He has managed to stop the rest of my body from hurting atleast using a mixture of herbs, medicine and magic.
So that is how i have ended up in my present situation of lying in my bed, with my entire body so numb that I doubt it if I am paralysed and with my head pounding like a drum beat. At the moment, i really don't which feeling I hate more, the feeling in my head and the inability that I feel at the moment.
At the moment I can't even decide how I feel. It is oddly freeing to have to not worry about what is going to happen. At the same time it is not a nice feeling of having your life in the hand of others. Today of all days these two emotions are clashing with one other, leaving me quite confused.
(After God knows how long.)
When the door opened and I saw the man, my heart dropped. For a second I was sure that cloak had come to announce my execution. My heart beat speeds up.
"The council has made a decision regarding you. They have decided to drop all of their charges on you. You are to immediately leave the truelands and not participate in any more matters involving snowlords. That involves building formations for the snowwind empire.", cloak speaks.
The man sits down, his head still looking above me. Hearing this I guess i should have felt relief or something. The only thing I felt was sleepy and exhausted. Exhausted enough to stop wondering how exactly the council came to such a conclusion. Somehow it feels as if my master has been involved in it.
"Well, leaving immediately might be an issue. At the moment I cannot even get up if I wanted. I am quite helplessly stuck in this bed for atleast a week.", I ask. My head is still pounding.
"Oh that is fine, you won't be leaving this land on your own. It will take a couple of days, but there is am escort coming for you. Your master is personally coming to pick you up today.", he replies. "Until, I will have to stand guard over you, to make sure my brethren don't do anything stupid. Well, my position should be enough for these guys to stop doing anything funny. Well, that is fine. These fuckers seem to need a reminder every few decades. A bit of trash cleaning should be acceptable to them."
"Well, what happened to the sledder, the one that you were giving to us as a gift.", i ask. "I hope it has not been damaged in all of this mess. It was a fine piece of work."
Well, i honestly do not why the ship even came to my mind. I am sure that i should have more immediate worries but the ship is a piece of work especially compared to the ship i came in. I certainly would not like anything happening to it.
"It is fine, young wolf. It took too much effort to acquire that ship to risk it in children's fight.", cloak says "and the tattoo tribe is clear enough that the ship is a gift to somebody important for them to try anything with it. Regardless, it is better you rest up. I don't know what forbidden art that you have used, but your body is quite damaged."
"What forbidden art, cloak. It was the death rush.", I reply. I am surprised that the man does not know about it. It is common knowledge among the legion.
"Now what would that be.", cloak asks.
"A more accurate way to describe it would be the final focus. During life and death battles, a being can sometimes be able to pull out all their reserves of power and enter a state of focus that is not achievable any time else.", i reply, word to word as it had been taught to me. "The legion does not much about it, since so few warriors are able to even achieve such a state."
Looking at cloak, it is quite clear that the man did not know about that certainly. For a moment, I worry that I have divulged something that is quite important. Well, I can't even think at the moment how i might have messed it up. Well, whatever will happen will happen. At the moment I don't even feel like thinking about this topic.
The man just stands there for a couple of minutes. Finally,
"Well, it seems that matters here are well in hand. I have quite the bit of work elsewhere in the building. So take care and rest up. You need to be able to walk before your master makes it here." Cloak speaks and leaves.
That leaves me here again in this room, quite bored out of my mind. Well, there is only one thing that can be done now. That would be to sleep. If the bastards want to kill me, let them do it to in my sleep.