Chapter 29: Divine Grace

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Chapter 29: Divine Grace

Though a small nation, it was a nation of free thinkers where great strides had been made in the fields of magic. Even so, their mages, who were growing fewer, could not protect them all from the constant barrage from the skies. Desperate, the Republic sanctioned the use of a newly researched form of magic that combined dark and life energies in an aberration of the natural order. Necromancy, the art of raising the dead and bringing them back in some corrupted form of unlife.

- On the Cataclysm by an unknown Quassian Scholar circa 103 AC

400 experience gained

You have gained 1 Luck

You have reached level 9

6 unassigned attribute points

2 unassigned skill points

As we ran down the animal trail, I quickly put all of my unassigned attribute points into Constitution, which raised my maximum Health to a lofty two hundred and sixteen points. My two unassigned skill points would prove to be a trickier proposition. I tried to allocate both points to Heal, but was met instead with three choices from the UI.

Purify

Holy Aura

Greater Heal

I had no idea what Holy Aura would do, and with the timer ticking down I made a snap decision and chose to put a single point in both Purify and Greater Heal. As soon as I made my choice, time seemed to stop, flowing at almost a hundredth of normal speed to my perception. Voices of angels rose, singing righteous hymns of blessing and redemption in perfect harmony and counterpoint to one another. Visions of winged beings guiding those at death’s door back to the world of the living filled my mind.

In the distance, we could see thin columns of rising smoke. With no better options, we decided among ourselves that it would be as good a direction as any. Slowly, as we penetrated the deeper woods, the deciduous earth-like trees gave way to veritable giants that I could draw no real comparison to. Huge sequoia-like trees rose like tall towers questing towards the sky, dwarfing their smaller cousins. Their branches created such a thick canopy that they darkened everything beneath, casting a cool pall on the forest floor.

The underbrush grew less thick, allowing us to make greater speed. Up above us, birds fluttered among the great boughs in a riot of color, their musical songs competing with one another in a symphony of nature. Every now and then I saw creatures agilely running across the massive limbs of the trees and lithely jumping from branch to branch, some even sporting three sets of limbs. There seemed to be a whole world filled with life above us, but I was the only one of my companions to be taken in by the wonder.

Slowing to a fast jog, noticing my look of wonderment, Elwin asked me in more of a statement than a question, "First time seeing the Sainba?” He drew a deep breath before continuing, “I was lost for words too when I came down here once with a caravan in my youth. Don’t have trees like that back home, do you?”

“No, we don’t,” I answered lamely, still gawking at the forest vista, “...I mean I don’t remember.”

At that moment Kidu signaled to stop. We were standing just before strange-looking green growth that covered one of the thick roots of the giant trees. Wide striped leaves in differing shades of green spread out from the base of the plant. The most impressive feature, however, was its great open spiked flowers. Like giant maws colored a delicate pink, they rested on delicate stalks of viridian, resembling a ginormous venus flytrap.

Cutting himself slightly with the blade of his spear, he dripped a few drops of blood onto a twig that he picked from the forest floor. He then threw the bloodied twig casually at one of the open traps, which launched itself energetically, before snapping shut with great force. He repeated this until all of the vicious traps were closed, before he walked up to the plant and cut off each of the flower heads.

Gathering one of them, he opened it up before us, ripping it in two halves and removing the stuck twig. He offered Elwin and myself one of the halves each.

“Sweet and good eating on these. Snap-Honey,” he said simply, gesturing for us to take a bite, before turning back to gather the rest of the heads.

Hesitantly I took a bite, fighting back the hunger pangs I didn’t notice I had until now. An explosion of saccharine sweetness filled my mouth, and greedily I took another taste. The flavor was somewhere between wild honey and watermelon, and I ate it all with gusto, leaving only the inedible spikes. This was the first delicious food I had eaten since coming into this world, and it was my first meal as a free man since my enslavement. It appeared that Elwin shared my enthusiasm, as he had thoroughly ravaged his portion and was making his way to help Kidu collect the other heads. Oddly, when I had finished eating and made to join them, I noticed that my Health had increased by a few points.

“I think it best that we make camp for the night,” the Hunter said as he scanned the forest with his icy blue eyes, “if they come this far, best that we are rested. I’ll take the first watch so you can both regain your strength,” he finished as he sat against one of the great roots, spear resting across his knees. The feral man looked positively in his element.

“Much appreciated, Kidu,” I said, a nod in thanks that was echoed by Elwin as we settled down on the soft moss-covered forest floor. Finding a comfortable position, I removed my bronze helm from my head, placing it on the ground next to me. I closed my eyes but for a moment before falling into a deep sleep, my fallen dwarven friend glowering at me in the dark through my subconscious. The stout dwarf seemed to be screaming accusations at me, before he was consumed by a seething mass of tentacled shadows. His face broke free from the living darkness and I could hear only two words.

“Bronzegate...Evenes.”