Chapter 331: A Different Ruleset

Chapter 331: A Different Ruleset

Tala moved her lord-piece one space closer to a corner, sheltered by her last remaining defender.

Rane grinned as he considered the board. So, youre enjoying being a defender?

Its interesting. It feels a bit like guarding a caravan, in that Im not really doing much for a lot of the time, but I need to be vigilant, and ready at a moments notice. I definitely think that Im starting to understand what Mistress Cerna meant when she said she was feeling the tension, even when just on standby.

He nodded, taking a sip of tea before he slid an attacker between her lord-piece and the closest victory square.

Tala grimaced. Playing on a hex grid is weird.

It got really popular in Alefast for a time, so these boards are more available.

She gave him a flat look. We both have square boards in our storages.

Well, I thought it would be a fun variation.

She only glared for an instant, then she shook her head and smiled. Its definitely a different way of thinking. I do think I like it, but youve the advantage, having been playing this way for more than a month.

He shrugged. Youll catch the difference soon enough.

I already understand the difference, Rane.

He huffed a laugh. Thats not what I meant. I mean, your mind will adjuststrategicallysoon enough. Youre right; its obvious that youve grasped the rules difference.

She made her move and sighed. The oddest part of being a defender is having a few people I dont know clearly recognize me and wave, over the last couple of days.

I can imagine. Though your fight was rather eye-catching, so Im not surprised.Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.

Yeah, Terry loves the attention, too. When hes with me, hes recognized more often than I am.

His was a bit of a terrifying spectacle, and Ive seen him fight before. Seeing it on such a broader scale really put things into perspective; you know?

They both glanced to the terror bird who was laid out in one corner, catching the bit of sun that streamed through the massive window this late in the day.

His eye flickered open, closing as soon as he saw them looking his way.

Faker, Tala said, with care in her voice and a grin across her face.

Shed been in the city for a couple of days, and was finally settling in with her unit, so shed hunted down Rane in his familys compound while she was on standby until midafternoon.

Tala thought she could get used to the rolling schedule, especially since being on duty mainly meant concentrated training, and standby was simply doing whatever she wished to be doing.

Once shed navigated through the Gredial compound, a servant leading her to master Rane, it hadnt been hard to convince him to play a game of tafl. At which point hed pulled out the hex-grid version, and proceeded to explain that this was how it was played in Alefast.

Its fine. I can get used to this format of play

So, what have you been doing, aside from the one fight?

She shrugged. Training mostly. They rightly pointed out that my abilities, tools, and skills are a bit disjointed at the moment.

He grunted, still examining the board. Yeah, just a bit.

She gave him a fake glare. Anyway. Weve been brainstorming, and I have a lot to work on to tighten things up.

Oh? Like what?

Well, the first thing was a mindset and mental model to remove all gravity from myself effectively instantly.

Rane glanced up at that. Oh, yeah, that would be incredibly useful.

It was her turn to grunt. Additionally, I never really fully realized my plans with the Leshkin shields.

He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. Thats right! You paid me out so you could take those two massive, juggernaut tower-shields.

I also had a ring made ages ago, that can hold three bloodstars and lock into place around Flows hilt, to give me precise control over Flows orientation and movement, especially when within my aura, but even outside it, Ill have control to a much greater extent.

Rane whistled, nodding. Yeah. What ever happened with that?

She shrugged. Other stuff came up, and I never made the bloodstars for it. She quirked a smile. I have now.

It sounds like youre going to be a terror.

She chuckled. Thats the idea.

But, are the Leshkin shields even still useful? I mean, you claimed them as harvests when you were Bound.

Never managed to mar them then, but youre right. Even so, apparently they are an odd manifestation of magic. For one, they sat within Kit for more than a year, and simply absorbed the magic free-floating within Kit.

So, theyre already magic bound to you, then?

Deeply so, it seems. Apparently, all Leshkin items are in a class of artifact that is highly adaptive to their wielder. Seemingly, Leshkin soldier swords are identical, magically, to juggernaut swords. The added power is simply due to their wielder.

Rane frowned. Wait, but we were paid less for lower grade armaments.

She shrugged. There is lingering power within those claimed from higher ranks. The base items arent very valuable, even though they are useful, because humanity has so, so so many of them due to all the Leshkin wars. The real payment is for the remnants of Leshkin power within.

He grunted, turning a good portion of his attention back to the board. So, we could have sold the higher-level weaponry and armor and bought basic stuff to the same effect?

* * *

The next several days passed in a blur.

Tala trained and stood watch, got to know her unit, and began to unify her magics and capabilities.

She found a good time to have a meal with Master Simon, Mistress Petra, and the younger Zuccats too, and they all agreed to work in a meal every week or so, so that they could stay on the same page.

Master Simon was able to determine that her unit should be able to sleep within the sanctum for four to six hours a night without causing any lasting damage. Any longer than that, and there would begin to be noticeable degradation.

That in mind, with their mission to a newly degrading cell only just a couple of days away, Tala was ready to show her sanctum to her new unit.

Tala stepped through the door into Kit, coming out just before her dais and moving to the side to let the others in.

Master Clevnis followed first, having been inside before. Mistress Cerna was right behind him, seemingly trusting his judgment explicitly.

-She also might be trusting her own soul, given that if anything happened to her husband it would be obvious.-

I mean, that too? Thats basically the same thing sort of?

-Ahh, soulbonds.-

Mistress Vanga came in tentatively, but without noticeable hesitation, her eyes immediately took in their surroundings, widening slightly. Theres a whole little compound in here? She shook her head. Of course there is, you said as much, I guess I just didnt think it would be so standard. Buildings, open space, a sky overhead.

She tilted her head to the side in contemplation, even as she stepped aside so that Master Limmestare could follow.

He paused in the doorway, craning his neck to look nearly straight up, taking in the sky, sun and faux clouds.

Youre right, Mistress Vanga. And its a truly masterfully crafted false sky.

Tala nodded. For all their flawsand there are manythe arcanes do good work. They have much more use for dimensionally expanded spaces than we do. Or at least they put them to more use.

The slender man smiled and bowed slightly in acknowledgement, his clothing giving on the tell-tale glimmer that Tala had begun to associate with him and his battle wear.

Glass-fibers woven through his clothing I definitely wouldnt have considered that possibility.

-The stuff seems to be quite effective armor when you can control and enhance it.-

Definitely. In their practice, shed come to realize that despite the seeming frailty both of his chosen material and the man himself, Master Limmestare was a terrifying front-line fighter, and he could take a hit almost as well as she could.

-Better, because hes not thrown away.-

The times shed seen him practice, hed woven dozens of layers of glass-fibers almost instantly to take a given hit, each layer shattering to absorb and dissipate a portion of the hit.

The number was apparently perfectly calibrated each time based on Master Limmestares assessment of the incoming hit, and thus the last layers buckled, leaving his opponent fully extended and vulnerable for counterattack. No wasted effort or energy.

Observing him, even in practice, had been enlightening.

Reactive armor. The Refined had immediately begun working with Tala to make similarly layered, thin iron plates, designed to distort and break to dissipate offensive energy rather than simply absorbing the hits like a big, dumb rock.

Master Girt had playfully glared at the glass wielder when he gave that jab but hadnt commented.

The reactive armor was exhausting work.

Speaking of Master Girt, the Refined cleared his throat. Step in already, Limmestare. I want to see, too.

The lithe man sighed, muttering under his breath that he didnt consent to any bondamong other things.

Interestingly, it was something that they had recommended Tala begin doing before crossing any threshold, either magical or mundane.

While I accept the invitation to enter, I do not accept nor offer bonds nor fidelity of any kind.

-Wordy.-

Thorough. The others in her unit had gone to great lengths to begin her education on some of the higher dangers associated with more advanced magical beings.

Master Limmestare finally stepped inside, tension obvious throughout his frame.

Tala felt it then, a slight tremor through her magic where she was feeding Kit.

It was like a tickle in the back of her throat that might grow enough to make her cough.

She frowned. I had way more people in here when I was showing off Kit upon my return from the arcane lands.

-How many were Refined? And how much did Master Xeel work to offset the impact?-

He should have made it worse, not better.

-Even with how he was folding existence around himself to hide? I doubt it. Even so its something else to ask him next time we see him.-

He has been very unresponsive to Archival missives

Master Girt came in last, stopping in place as soon as he was fully within her sanctum and staring fixedly. He had one eyebrow cocked and an incredulous look painted across his features.

Tala followed his gaze toward her dais, frowning.

The Refined closed his eyes and shook his head. Mistress Tala. Dont you think a literal throne is a bit on the nose?