Lyn went outside and took a force of the servant-caste Duskari towards the Western mountains. The journey took a little over three hours, and the sun was high overhead by the time they arrived at the cliff face. Right. Iron and Coal. She placed her palms on the mountainside and exhaled before taking a deep breath. "En ethiel an le / thalion min / an adhano na nin ir / a cenno nin idhren / tano anir a ring / trî i gaear / sui aglaro / a togo han / na ithil en-gond / nestad nin."
The earth rumbled and shook as her spell went off, and she felt her prodigious mana store drain to empty, before also draining the full amulet. The ground rumbled, and the Duskari behind her fell to their knees in awe as the earth cracked open. All around Lyn, raw iron ore and coal was ripped up from the bowels of the earth. It converged on her position, and deposited itself on the surface all around her in neat piles. She slumped slightly. I wonder how far that spell reached. She turned to the servant Duskari. "This should satisfy our needs. Take a load today, each of you, as much as you can comfortably carry." She made sure to emphasize that word. "And then you can make a few more trips tomorrow."
The Duskari nodded and began loading up their satchels, and Lyn kept a watch on them, ensuring that none were overburdened in their eagerness to serve the fledgling empress. And I need to make them know that they are to be treated fairly. She smirked; I need someone to help with some type of Bill of Rights. Thomas would be a good starting point. She pulled out the metal-mirror array and unfolded it, channeling mana into the inscribed array of square, steel windows. Cecily's amulet showed nothing but the magical equivalent of static. Well, I didn't expect her to keep it anyways. Volio's and James' still worked, and the latter appeared to be training troops. But Volio was moving quickly through the streets. What's he doing?
Channeling more mana to enable audio, she focused on Volio's emblem.
It was not difficult for Volio to evade Cecily's soldiers once he made it out of the palace. A few bolts shot from his tiny crossbow – which technically counted as a valid target for a unique spell that only he could use. "Adhano na phain nin galu," he muttered, as he teleported and switched places with the toothpick-sized bolt. He continued running through the streets of the crowded city, firing off several shots and teleporting in rapid succession until he was well and truly lost in the sprawl.
Finding a darkened alley, he ducked alongside a garbage receptacle and hunkered down, breathing heavily from his run. That was close, he thought. He had felt Cecily's spell impact him; but he kept running. What did she try to do? He checked over his body and didn't find anything missing. Examining his gear and equipment, he appeared to have everything he came with. I need to find Brad.
James had asked him to deliver a letter, and Volio was already on that path. But how do I find him. He couldn't scour a whole kingdom. Think, Volio. He leaned his head back against the stone. I can't fail her, he thought, as he pulled Lyn's clothes out once more and inhaled her scent. I have to deliver the package. He put the object away and breathed deeply, drawing up his mana and extended the channels to his eyes. I hate divination. It was always severely disorienting, as if one's eyes were pulled from their sockets and went flying away. "En ethiel an le / thalion min / an adhano na nin ir / a senno nin ind / na i ennas / en-iath / aníron."
He felt his body go slack against the wall as his consciousness flew out across the city – first up, and then over, towards the palace. It was then that he saw something that shocked him – the whole of the palace was surrounded by dozens upon dozens of inscription circles. Protection of all types. The place is a fortress. If someone had enough mana, say one of the heroes, they could activate all those inscriptions and the stronghold would be impenetrable.
But they weren't active. One of the benefits of Volio's standoffish behavior – people thought he was a coward. Cecily would never expect me to go back. His sight coursed down until it was floating outside of a window in one of the wings of the palace. Marking the location in his mind, his consciousness returned to his body, and he jolted upright. Drawing his bow, he strung it, pulled out one of the glass arrows – something that would fly much farther and faster than his wooden ones, that would also be incredibly hard to see – and let it fly.
He counted down the seconds. One...Two...Three... "Adhano na phain nin galu." The world warped around him, and he stood where the arrow would have landed and shattered – inside of the palace, in an alchemist workshop.
He saw a figure – thicker in neck and body than the last time he had seen him. And he shaved his head? Volio chuckled, which prompted the man to turn around, holding a flask. But his face softened as he saw the Archer hero. "Volio? Is that you?"
"Hi...Brad."
The Alchemist hero dropped the vial and hugged Volio. The Archer hero just stood there, shocked. No one hugs me, he thought. Something must be wrong with him. Did he fry his brain? He pulled away from the man, and saw that Brad was bawling, crying his eyes out. "Umm...Hey..."
Brad looked up, "Are you here to get me out?"
"Erm..." Volio pulled out James' letter and Brad took it gingerly, breaking the seal and unfolding it before scanning it rapidly. "Oh," he said. Surprised, almost. "So that's how it is then?" He crumpled the letter and threw it into the fire, letting his shoulders droop in defeat. "Thanks for visiting, I guess. Why not come in the usual way?" Brad asked, gesturing to the door.
"Cecily...erm...kicked me out." Volio pulled out the package from Lyn and handed it to the man. Brad unwrapped it and read the letter, his eyes going wide as he did so. "Lyn is alive," Volio confirmed as Brad looked up at him, seeking validation.
The Alchemist hero sat down on his stool and the letter dropped from his fingers as he gripped the metal symbol of Lyn's new empire. "This...holy shit." He looked up at Volio and wiped the tears away, "If Khrelardia doesn't want me, maybe Lyn's new empire will." He stood up and began throwing items into a pack, "Come on, help me out!"
"My Lady, they are to leave on the 'morrow."
"Tell them to cancel their trip. The Archer hero is heading North. Soon enough, the Healer hero will have my letter." And I hope to God that she decides to come. I need all the help I can get.
Trisha went down to the hospital and healer school. Checking in and washing down, she entered the trauma ward. She sat down next to the despondent Berserker hero. "Hi, Kory. How are you doing today?"
He looked at her and she saw the hollowness in his eyes. Jacobson was laying on a nearby vacant bed, his mercenary companion seemingly asleep as he snored away. "I..." Kory winced and reached down toward his stump. "It feels like it's still there."
Trisha nodded, "I know. Phantom pain. Once we get your prosthetic fitted and start to induce your mana channels to...grow...through the artificial limb, I'll teach you some internal spells that will give you feeling again. The only difference between this and the real thing is this will need to be replaced every few years."
Kory nodded and turned away. "Thanks," he muttered.
"I do need to re-do your bandages and ensure that the antiseptic is working." She leaned over and began to remove the dressing. His stump was healing nicely. Good. The last thing I need is to cut off more. She applied more of the antibiotic plants her students were growing in their medicinal herb garden and re-wrapped it with fresh cotton. I wish we had real gauze, though. She sighed.
Kory looked over at her, and for the first time since he arrived, showed an emotion other than anger or sorrow. He chuckled lightly. "Tired?" he asked.
Trisha nodded and leaned back in the chair, "Genavieve is a crier. Ben's turn to sleep last night." She yawned.
Kory smiled gently, "Class mom turned actual mom." His face shifted and hardened, all trace of mirth, gone. "You guys should leave," he muttered as he looked out the Southern windows.
Trisha shook her head, "Why is that?"
"War is coming," he said with a grin. "And the further you and yours get away from it...the better off you'll be."
She stood up, "We have our own means of leaving if we must."
Kory chuckled, "What? That inscription to get back to Earth? The one that Thomas told all of us about, right? 'Go to Trisha and Ben's house if you need to get off Ghomar fast,' that bullshit?" He let out a guffaw before his lips tightened into a grimace once more. "There's no going back home. This is home. Live it up while you're here." He gave a look towards one of her students who was attending to an injured farmer that had arrived in the morning. "I know I'm going to."
Trisha tutted and stood, leaving the room. If war is coming, she thought, then Trisk is probably safe enough. Plus, their home was built upon a large slab of rock that her husband had dredged up, and Misty had inscribed with so many protection spells that, if they needed to, they could survive for months within. No...we'll be fine here.
But she was afraid. Afraid that, should worst come to worst, and they used the inscription to return to Earth...what would happen? Would her children come with her? Would they revert to their age before leaving? How much time had passed?
There are too many unknowns.