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Chapter 87: Clearly Magic
🕑 Added 2021-09-07 15:57:00 +0000 UTCEdwin didn’t see much of Inion over the weeks he spent in Panastalis. She would drop in every so often to see how he was, but she was usually doing… something off in the Verdant. Whenever Edwin prodded her about it, she refused to elaborate, which was… well, it was slightly annoying. He wanted to know what was up with his best friend by default, but she was entitled to her privacy just as much as he was.
“Ahem.”
“Whaaaat? I wanna know the details!”
“Privacy, Inion. I was just talking about that.”
“Gah, privacy schmivacy. Tell me all about this! I can’t believe you’ve been skipping out on all the fun stuff!”
“There’s no details to tell! We don’t even like each other! Besides, I am distinctly not interested in avior.”
“Oh, so if she wasn’t an avior, then you’d be interested?”
“No! That’s not what…” Edwin buried his head in his hands, “There’s no winning with you, is there?”
“Nope!”
“It wasn’t anything even noteworthy! It had just been a really long day and she offered to fly me down as a way to stretch her wings is all. That’s it!”
“Oh, you were in her grasp? Trusting her with your life? How special.” Inion waggled her eyebrows at him, which Edwin responded to with a flat stare.
“If you count ‘immensely uncomfortable and an experience I never want to repeat ever again’ as ‘special,’ I guess. Avior talons are pokey. My arms will be sore for the rest of the night, I know already. Heck, I’d rather reveal my ‘potion of flight’ than get another ride up to or down from the workshop.”
Inion patted his head, earning a halfhearted glare and swat from Edwin in response.
“Honestly!” he complained, “Who even started the trend of building workshops in the tree’s branches anyway? You can’t even see them from the ground, and they could probably set fire to the whole thing if they aren’t careful. I mean, I get why so many buildings are built into it, the sap is super useful or whatever, but come on. There’s like five staircases that lead to the top, and if you can’t fly it’s such a pain. Why, just why would they do that to us?”
He fell back onto his bed and buried his face in Inion’s arm, “Just… is basic convenience or an automated elevator too much to ask for?”
“So if you don’t like avior, well, didn’t you say there was a human girl in your group? Rhita, wasn’t? What’s she like?”
Edwin raised his head to glare at the fey, “You are the absolute worst.”
Well, Edwin noted, at least Inion has a nice laugh.
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Joriah, or at least Panastalis, didn’t really seem to have the concept of a dedicated ‘weekend.’ Oh sure, they had days of rest- even endurance-type Skills could only get you so far, and were far from universal anyway- but there was no coordinated ‘five days working, then the same two days everyone gets off.’ Instead, it was much more variable depending on the class (and thus occupation) of the individual in question. For alchemists, the typical cycle was two days off every twelve, but when those days were taken wasn’t defined, being not quite random, but it usually didn’t line up between his fellow teammates. Thoril took his in four-day blocks, using up nearly a month of weekends all at once. Wendell took his two together, in the middle of the cycle. Everyone else, Edwin included, took one day off after five days of work, though not all at the same time.
Granted, he didn’t really need to take time off for general exhaustion. His time spent training with Inion, and college before then, didn’t really give days off, and he was… okay, perhaps not exactly adapted to it, but at least accustomed to it. His Sleeping skill helped a lot, but while it fought off exhaustion, and even mental fatigue to a certain level, it didn’t help with being under constant pressure to perform.
Now, taking one day off of work every once in a while didn’t really fix that either, but it was still nice to occasionally crash in his room and do nothing too productive. Heck, thanks to Survival, he didn’t even need to eat those days… not that he had much of a consistent food schedule anyway. In his defence, most people tended to eat once a day at most anyway, with Eating more than sufficient to keep them satisfied.
Mainly, though, it was just the break from being around people. His social fatigue was slowly setting in despite his best efforts, but taking breaks every so often certainly helped delay it. Mostly, though, a share of peace and quiet- along with a good book- was just what he needed.
Which was why he was so annoyed to be pulled out of his reading- a volume on the history of the Empire, as he was still waiting for access to more alchemy-oriented texts- by a pounding on his door.
“Who is it?” he called out, grumpily sitting up and setting his book off to the side.
“The kiln went out!” a voice called out in response. It wasn’t Cope, Rhita, or Fissath, that was sure, but he couldn’t recognize it beyond that without…
Identify.
Alchemeister-Scrivener
Wendell (PanastalisWendell)
He’s the really annoying guy who’s Cope’s personal assistant. Back in Panastalis. Was an Alchemeister-Scrivener last time. Easily frustrated. Really nosy. Mostly toothless, though. Safe to ignore.
“Go away, Wendell! It’s my day off, and why can’t Fissath help you?”
“She’s gone too! Get out here, you slacker, or there’ll be consequences, just you wait!”
“Wendell,” Edwin yelled back, “I do not care one iota what troubles you have when I’m not there. It’s my day off, I thought Fissath was in the lab, figure out the kiln on your own! It’s not that hard, and not my problem anyway.”
“You- you what? Get out here, you errant, or you’ll regret it!”
Oh hey, pun. Probably wasn’t his goal, though. Polyglot had resulted in a few awkward instances where he’d thought someone was making a joke, only to find out it was the result of an amusing translation instead of intentional wit.
“Do paperwork or something! I don’t care if you can’t figure out how to burn arycal! You should have more than just me and Fissath trained on how to run it anyway!”
The banging resumed and intensified, “Get out here this instant, you ungrateful adventurer!”
Edwin started at the insult, then recovered from his surprise. Wendell didn’t have even the slightest clue as to Edwin’s status insofar as he knew, he was just trying to insult Edwin generically. He’d used it on others before, anyway, so he presumed that was what was going on.
He sighed and floated to his feet, approaching the door and dismissing the Apparatus blocks he used to keep other people out. Mid-knock, he unlatched and swung the door open. Wendell stumbled slightly as his knock felt no resistance, and he assessed Edwin.
“What kind of an alchemist’s outfit is that?” he scoffed.
“One who has a day off.” Edwin wryly replied. He was wearing his most comfortable and clean tunic over his cleanest pants- there was no noticeable difference in comfort there- and was barefoot on the wooden floor, “And who is very annoyed at suddenly not having one. Let me get this straight, if you make me step past this door, I am going up to the lab and getting the kiln started. Then,” he forestalled Wendell with a hand. The man ignored it, naturally, but Edwin just talked over him, “Then, I will be returning here, finishing my book, and not coming in to the lab tomorrow, because today was not my day off, and you get to explain to Cope why.”
“Hm. I knew you would see reason eventually. I hope you aren’t planning on wearing that to the lab, though.”
Edwin glared at the man hard enough he half expected to get a ‘death stare’ Skill offered- he didn’t, he checked- before finally spitting out, “I see. Well, I’ll be up once I get into appropriate attire, then.”
“Good! You can’t keep showing up as such a slob, we have an-“
Edwin slammed the door in the man’s face.
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“Seriously?” Edwin complained, “You really, actually just needed me to light the kiln?”
“That is what I told you, yes. Why, were you expecting more?”
“Honestly? Kind of, yeah. Once I gave it more than a couple seconds of thought, I expected that I was in for some kind of surprise, be it Othniel’s sabotage of the week, a kidnapping attempt, or just some kind of prank.”
“Please. As though we would be so juvenile.”
Edwin responded with a level glare, “Rhita and Keir are right over there.”
“…You have a point.”
“Course I do. Remember, you’re responsible for explaining to Cope why I’m not in tomorrow.”
“Please. As though-”
“Wendell?”
“What?”
“You’re not an avior.”
“And that is relevant for what reason?”
“We are very high up in this tree. The edge of the branch is right over there. You know I can lift you with a single hand. And I want to get back to my book, which you pulled me away from. Think very carefully before you finish that sentence.”
“I’ll tell the boss if he asks.”
“Great! Was that really so hard? Don’t answer that.”
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Most of Edwin’s experiments with glass had been met with ‘failure,’ to no real surprise. He only had three real areas to experiment with: biological material other than bone, minerals and miscellaneous rocks, and metals.
Biological stuff almost invariably burned up in the intense heat of the kiln, leaving nothing but soot and ash. In some cases, that resulted in slight coloration changes, but usually just meant he had to deal with a brownish-black block of dirty glass he would need to Purify before reusing the silica.
They didn’t have very many distinct metals, to Edwin’s partial surprise. Oh sure, they had loads of different kinds of metals, but they were usually alloys of various kinds. He didn’t really need to test five different types of bronze to officially determine it wasn’t the right path to be taking with his porcelain research, after all.
Alchemists’ analysis helped somewhat there, for sure. He could use it to make sure he wasn’t doubling up too much, but at the same time it wasn’t reliable enough to tell if he was dealing with similar but distinct mixtures of metal.
Generally, using metals just produced different colors of glass. Pretty, but not particularly earth-shattering given Fissath’s Skills which allowed her to do pretty much exactly that already, but with way more precision and variety. Magnesium was an interesting additive, when he was able to sprinkle in a tiny amount of the stuff, as with each heating it underwent, the color it turned the glass changed.
The one which garnered the most attention, though, was when he added lead. The resulting glass was a heavy, brilliant crystal with a high refractive index. Cope had been thrilled by the finding, and claimed it reminded him of true diamonds when he swooped in to grab it. Edwin tried to give a bit of a warning not to use the leaded glass in anything pertaining to food or with regular contact from people, but Cope seemed disinclined to listen or care, as typical.
The minerals were occasionally interesting, despite, like the metals, frequently being ‘glass coloring x’ and little more, but given it included a couple of actually, genuinely magical materials for his experiments, it wasn’t completely boring.
Edwin had found that even when he Infused his added materials- always done subtly, under the guise of him adding a special material of his own devising, which was close enough to the truth- the results were rarely too fascinating, basic mana-infused glass and its invisibility to mana notwithstanding.
Something Edwin did find interesting in his experiments, though, was that pure metals took an absolutely staggering amount of mana to fully Infuse. Using Numeracy, he found that it was at least a dozen and sometimes as much as a hundred times as much as something with comparable mass which wasn’t pure metal. Even substances that Edwin knew had metal atoms in their molecular composition didn’t take as much as a comparable amount of metal separate from their bonds. It must have been something to do with the metallic bonds, perhaps? It was the first clue he’d gotten as to how his Infusion worked on a physical level, and he was thrilled, if still stuck. It clearly had to have something to do with electrons, but the how or why eluded him.
While his attempts to make magical ingredients may not have turned out the most interesting, and indeed, most of the naturally magical substances he tested weren’t that special either, there were a couple that had shocked him when he first made them.
His first discovery had been made when mixing some black-singed magical fulgurite into his batch of glass for the day. He had a whole slew of different samples in the kiln simultaneously, the enchanted lightning-made glass mixed in an array of concentrations from 10% to .1%, the smallest Edwin could reliably go with how small each individual mix was. He also tried out a single 5% with having Infused the regular glass, just to see what would happen.
The result was immensely cool, if admittedly a bit underwhelming for the scales he was working at. The fulglass had, as far as Edwin could tell, a constant static electricity buildup across its entire surface, which scaled in intensity depending on how much fulgurite was mixed in. The mana-glass acted the same, but instead of evenly mixing into the glass like the mundane varieties had done, the fulgurite coalesced into veins that reminded Edwin of a plasma ball, black tendrils stretching from the center outward.
While Edwin was initially hyped about the possibility of infinite free electricity as he constantly felt a tingle from the held crystals, the voltage was… low. Numeracy didn’t give him any values, but he would have been surprised if even the 10% concentration was more than a single volt. Plus… Edwin wasn’t really sure how to harness that electricity, if he was being honest. His classes hadn’t really covered what you were supposed to do if you stumbled across an infinite electron generator, if that was truly what was going on. Maybe he could encase the marble in a copper shell and insulate it, then run wires from that shell… but what would function as ‘ground’? It would be like using a low-voltage Van de Graaf generator but without a grounding wire…
Well, that was a problem for future-Edwin to consider. He just wished he was able to make more now! Unfortunately, what he had used was the only sample of the stuff the lab had, and Cope wasn’t willing to seek out additional samples just to make ‘strange tingly’ glass. That was… fair enough, Edwin supposed. After all, it wasn’t like he was about to explain to the man the literal infinite potential they represented. At the moment, the alchemist simply took them as trinkets. Party tricks, like amber and fur had been on Earth.
Still, while he kept his notes on paper about the discovery sparse, Edwin gushed endlessly about the possibility the substance had in Almanac, which brought him into a whole divergence on electricity and subatomic particles.
It was a pity he didn’t have any way to concentrate the fulgurite once he had mixed it in with the glass, but such was life. It wasn’t like he’d had any indication beforehand that it would be interesting, as other than pinging his magic senses, the ‘pure’ black glass had no unusual properties. It wasn’t even the first magical substance he had tested, either, just the first with an actually noteworthy impact. He’d just have to figure out where he could get more of the stuff at some point, he supposed.
Once he realized his mistake in overdiluting the magical ingredient, though, Edwin was much more careful to not repeat his error in the future. That caution paid off a few days later when he tested ‘abysite,’ a dark blue gem found in seaside caves, and when Edwin made a mixture of fifty/fifty abysite powder and sand, the resulting product was… well, it was a liquid.
The glass had cooled as normal, and thile the liquid was runnier than usual, that was nothing too strange. It was only when it lost its glow and turned transparent… without ever solidifying. Instead, it became a sort of liquid crystal that looked faintly blue-green. It was denser and with a higher refractive index than water, but despite an absolutely insane amount of surface tension, flowed with very little viscosity across whatever surface it was on. It refused to pick up any contaminants, was just as dense as glass, and Edwin was sure he’d figure out more in time if not for Cope having scooped it up with a hearty congratulations on his finding.
He hadn’t even been able to properly study the full extent of its properties, sadly. He didn’t know how much he could dilute the substance while retaining its liquid nature, and given the fact he barely had more than a large marble’s worth of glass, would be quite valuable if he could go as low as 10% abysite or even lower before the properties began to fade.
He was only a little bitter about it, he told himself. It was totally fine, that he wasn’t able to study this awesome and weird amorphous not-solid…
Yeah, he wasn’t even fooling himself. But there wasn’t much he could do about it either, so he let it lie for the time being. He just knew where he’d be heading once he was done in Panastalis.
Actually, that was a lie. There were lots of places that he heard about, lots of alchemical substances that he tried adding to glass to no avail. Everice from the north which stayed solid even in the ridiculously hot kiln, wyvern and hydra blood from the mainland jungles with strengthening and replenishing properties respectively, powdered dragonscale, manticore venom (Edwin was warned it was incurable and so to be careful with it), magefruit juice, blazeflower blossoms, honeyvine honey, glass falcon feathers, glowstone, and more besides. All of them were amazing and Edwin sorely wished he was able to properly experiment with all of them. His Alchemy skill practically buzzed with possibilities, but he restrained himself.
In total, he had a whole laundry list of places to visit and plants and animals to stock up on as he did so. There were hundreds of alchemical ingredients he could use, and hundreds of places where they were found.
In fact, the primary alchemical ingredient to be gotten around Panastalis was sap from the massive tree itself. It was used in an absolutely stunning amount of potions, where it served in every part of potions, from base to primary to secondary to aspect to tuner to… How did this all work exactly?
“No, no,” Thoril insisted, “The base is just what you have as the fundamental aspect of the potion. It’s not… your solver or whatever.”
“But it’s what you mix everything else in, right?” Edwin clarified, “Like… water, for a lot of potions, or I suppose glass for most of what we do here.”
“Yeah. That’s the base.”
“Right. With my alchemy tradition, we call that the solvent. Then you have your solute, that’s what’s mixed in, and that makes your solution.”
“Yeah, well it’s different. It’s not your solvent.”
“How so? That’s what I don’t get,” he pushed, “And that’s why I’m asking.”
“So, the base is what you put in the cauldron first. That could be blood, or water, or sap, or whatever you want, so long as it’s a liquid. Unless you’re making a dry potion, of course.
“If you stop right there, your potion is just whatever your base was. Then, you add your primary to give your potion whatever action it’s supposed to have.”
“I think we’re talking about the same thing, Thoril. I genuinely don’t see how it’s different. Like, take water. If you dissolve salt in it, it’s still water, but it also gets some properties of the salt, and some unique aspects to their mix. If you want to oversimplify things, anyway.”
“It’s… it’s different.”
“How, though?”
“It just is!”
Edwin rubbed his temples, “Okay, fine. Let’s say they’re different. So the… base has the biggest impact on what the potion is. Water has no particular leaning-”
“Unless you want something that’s refreshing or healing or-”
“Except a whole bunch of exceptions, yes. Water is normal, and doesn’t strongly impact the rest, though it can magnify certain traits. Blood makes… elixirs, or just things that only target living creatures. Glass, of course, makes items rather than potions. Oil is optimized for topological applications?” Thoril looked at him in incomprehension, “It’s best used when you put it on top of something else,” he sighed.
The alchemist nodded.
“Okay, great. And then that whole book talks about all the different bases, and their noted traits?” Edwin asked, pointing at the ‘Tome of the Foundation.’
Nod.
“Okay. So then the primary is whatever is the second-most abundant ingredient?”
“No! Not always! It could also be-”
“Could also just be the first thing you add, right.”
“Or it’s what has the greatest weight in the potion!”
“How is that determined?”
“Well, whatever is the primary is the greatest weight.”
“Yeah. So how do you determine that.”
“Well, importance, obviously.”
Edwin’s hands returned to his head, “And how do you designate importance?”
“By making sure that what you use has the greatest weight. Some stuff will always be the weightiest. Pretty much anything with dragons will be the primary weight.”
“So it’s an intrinsic property of the addition?” Edwin clarified.
“Sometimes.”
“You do not make this easy, you know that?”
“It’s a hard job. If you can’t handle it, then maybe you shouldn’t have been an alchemist.”
Edwin closed his eyes and breathed out. He wasn’t going to punch Thoril in his smug face, no matter how much everyone in the room would enjoy it. Fissath would certainly find it hilarious.
“You have,” Edwin calmly replied, “No idea about how much work I’ve put in for this. And no,” he forestalled the inevitable question, “I’m not going to elaborate.
“So you have the base, which determines properties of the potion. The primary, which influences what the potion does. And then the secondary… is like the primary, but lesser?”
“Welllll… yeah.” He sounded so defeated. It was great.
“Same with the tertiary, quaternary, and so on? Each has less and less of an effect? They involve the ‘weight’ thing as well, right?”
Thoril seemed almost annoyed at the fact Edwin was catching on, which Edwin probably shouldn’t have been enjoying as much as he was.
“But there’s a difference between using saltwater as a base, and using water as a base and salt as a tertiary ingredient or whatever?”
Nod.
Edwin held back a groan. Why couldn’t magic follow basic chemical principles? That wasn’t how solutions worked. Well, most of the time anyway. Sometimes.
“And then you have… aspecters and tuners. Aspecters change how something is accomplished, and tuners are… okay, I don’t understand that one. How is that not just an aspecter?”
“A tuning component is utterly different from an aspecting one. An aspecter is one that aspects the potion, meaning it has different methodologies of reaction, whereas a tuner tunes a potion so its reaction methodologies are distinct.”
Edwin blinked at the man.
“Are you just messing with me now?”
“No! A tuner tunes, an aspecter aspects. They’re completely different!”
“That’s not… that… oh, forget it,” he took a deep breath, “I don’t suppose there’s a book that explains this? Perhaps with examples?”
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Edwin was at least half sure whatever potion-making methodology they used was utter nonsense. Even reading through three different books on the subject, somehow left him even more confused than when he started. His best guess at the moment was that tuners and aspecters were mostly interchangeable terms that alchemists liked to insist were different. Between the three books, he found no less than four definitions of what each of them were, and none of them agreed with each other. Even the three he had found in Alchemie Primera couldn’t agree.
It all seemed… artificial at first, which had cast further skepticism on the entire concept. The System? Sure, that was one thing. But this potion making seemed almost… gamelike, especially at first. What had helped him was seeing the sheer variety of combinations that didn’t produce a viable result. It made it seem more like a matter of notation than some strange minigame. After all, they absolutely got results, and helped convince Edwin that did know, at least to some minor extent, what they were doing.
The best thing Edwin could liken it to was cooking. The base was what sort of meal you were making, be it a soup, a sauce, a sandwich, or a salad. Even if you used almost all the same ingredients, the resulting meal would be very different. The primary ingredient was then whatever contributed the ‘most’ to the actual recipe. It didn’t matter how many other things were in your salad, if it included chicken, it was a chicken salad. Secondary and futher ingredients were then what defined the rest of the dish. Then tuners and aspecters were comparatively minor parts of the recipe, but with an outsized effect on the rest of the food. Even a tiny amount of ghost pepper sauce would make an entire meal spicy, after all.
Once he’d figured that out, even if the details still didn’t make sense to him, the overall shape started to unfold.
I swear, level 50 Research is useless. Utterly useless.
Now, his primary objection was with what their potion ingredients were. Midnight Smoke had a base of sand, a primary of octopus ink, a secondary of ground lavender flowers, an aspecter of the beak of a rooster beat into a powder, and a tuner of alderwood bark smoke, held in an iron skillet for the smoking process.
Oh yeah. Apparently the container the potion was made in could affect things. Because why not? To say nothing of the fact they were making a sleeping potion out of sand. That wasn’t how biology, chemistry, or physics worked!
In any case, the result was a dark, dark purple crumbly powder that when blown into the air would billow beyond its apparent volume and create the midnight blue smoke so resistant to spreading out that had knocked out most of the lab back when he’d first arrived.
Even Alchemist’s Analysis didn’t show the substance as being made of sand once it was done, but instead wholly un-Almanaced ingredients. Clearly, something was going on, even if he couldn’t figure out what exactly it was yet.
The problem was that when Edwin tried to make a relatively simple potion- an oil-based potion of fire resistance, made with oil as a base, fire elemental ember-ash as a primary, and giant spider’s blood as an aspecter, it did nothing. Actually nothing. Well, the oil made the stick that it was tested on burn a bit faster, but the potion itself had no effect.
He had no clue what had caused that. He’d been giving it a good-faith effort, too, so there shouldn’t have been some magical observer effect at play, where thinking it wouldn’t work would mean it couldn’t. Other attempts at other potions had no effect either.
He could watch people make potions no problem. Most of the others did at least a few side-projects in addition to the porcelain problem from time to time, and there was some really impressive stuff being made! Healing potions made from troll blood, fertilizers made from the sap of the giant tree Panastalis was built around, strength potions made from bear blood and bear claws.
Yet every time he tried his hand at things, it failed. What made things even stranger, if it weren’t bad enough already, was that if he followed the personal directions of someone overseeing his attempt, the potion would turn out fine. But if he read from a book, or tried to make a potion from memory? No luck.
He was starting to reconsider his certainty that it wasn’t some kind of observer effect, but he had managed to make potions before. They’d just been from the Zosiman Grimoire, a book conspicuously absent from the limited libraries he had eventually been granted access to.
Making some vague, circumspect inquiries about the book only resulted in him finding out that it was apparently total nonsense and everything it said was wrong. He wasn’t able to get any more information about it for whatever reason, but it seemed somewhat suspicious to him if nothing else. His personal experience told him that the Grimoire worked- he’d made two different kinds of potion- healing salve and dehydration oil- straight from its pages and they had both worked out great. Plus, its herbology sections had been accurate insofar as Edwin had been able to tell… but he quietly went though and marked all his Almanac pages with information from the Grimoire as possibly suspect.
He was so, so glad that he figured out he could just edit pages about midway through his project, instead of having to wholly rewrite them. The discovery even got him another level in the Skill, which was massive these days, particularly given his leveling of it just a few weeks prior. Even still, he was happier about discovering the edit functionality than the level.
Cope kept wanting Edwin to keep working on the porcelain problem, though. He kept thinking that it was just a matter of some combination of glasses of different colors, heated different times with additional additives each time, and he’d eventually get his porcelain.
Of course, Edwin still couldn’t explain why it was a fool’s errand, that his approach was fundamentally incorrect, and that Othniel was the one with the right idea. It wouldn’t go over well, that much was certain.
Most importantly, though, it would mean that Edwin would be pressured about how he knew that porcelain was a form of pottery, not glassmaking, to which he had no answer. A month of using Memory had let him remember there was something about a glaze with porcelain, but that the glaze was done at the same time as curing the pottery… he had never really known details, so Memory was of limited use there.
His ’man of mystery’ excuse would only go so far. He genuinely didn’t know what each of his coworkers thought his history was, but he was pretty sure that revealing a secret jealously guarded by a city so powerful it could resist the Empire would result in them demanding answers, and he wasn’t ready to leave quite yet.
Soon, perhaps. But not yet.
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“Maxlin,” Cope approached him one day while he was setting up his next trial- white-stained iron filings, “I’ve arranged for a medical license course for you. It starts tomorrow, I’ll cover the cost.”
Well. That was a pleasant surprise.
Level Up!
Skill Points 581→661 (Average level: 39)
Outsider’s Almanac Level 131→132
Flight Level 32→37
Ritual Intuition Level 20→25
Longstrider Level 29→30
Flight Level 32→37
Fresh Air Level 14→31
Alchemical Analysis Level 15→26
Alchemy Level 84→86
Skillful Assessment Level 32→33
Watchful Rest Level 18→26
Prototyping Level 16→22
Basic Thermokinesis Level 17→20
Arcadian Elixir Level 17→19
Memory Level 60→61
Numeracy Level 32→35
Mana Infusion Level 86→87
Polyglot Level 60→65
Improbable Arsenal Level 23→26
Alchemical Dismantling Level 6→18
Sapper’s Apparatus Level 40→43
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Stylemys
One of these days, he'll figure out what Refine does.
