Chapter 398: When a Plan Comes Together...and Explodes.

Chapter 398: When a Plan Comes Together...and Explodes.

Rory and his clan had rarely been asked to provide their services in such a dangerous and chaotic environment. Serving coffee to the Dark Fey during the Murderfest holidays, where any small slip could mean death, was nerve-wracking. But skill and grace had seen them through the ordeal. The threat of violence was predictable and had rules. Most of the Fey lands had rules, fair or unfair. But the mortal lands were different, and you never knew what to expect. Never had that been more apparent than today.

The brownies strove in vain to figure out what was going on and who was in charge. There was none of the layered pecking order they had seen elsewhere, and the Countess was pretending to be a mere mortal. First one person was directing the work, then another, often with demonstrations of magic or lots of shouting. They'd tried to determine rank by the volume and quality of shouting, to no avail. These were boss-level shouty-people. The clan kept their heads down and did their best to keep everyone's mug filled, which was more difficult than they'd ever imagined.

The mugs of the twin professors were glowing with imbued storm mana, and when the half-dwarf engineer had noticed, he carved glowing runes on his own mug that kept his coffee hot but sucked the heat out of any mug that got near it. In addition, Vladimir's mug was levitating near him, keeping his hands free to carve. Squire Squeak solved that problem by sprouting a long tail to hold his mug. His eyes were glowing now, and with each sip of coffee, he seemed to move faster. At one point he and Vladimir began juggling their dirty mugs back and forth between them, arguing the orbital mathematics behind Celestial mana. Titania's earthenware mug had grown larger to accommodate two eyes and a shrieking mouth. Volminus, laughing, kept asking for more coffee, but no matter how many gallons they poured into it, his mug remained half full.

Rory had been respectful as always but had drawn the line at letting Damien 'Improve' on the clan's espresso machine. The offer of doubling the pressure and cutting brewing time in half was tempting, but brownies are traditionalists at heart and adapt to radical change poorly. Damien had to content himself with watching the gaggle of mad professors and engineers as they overdosed on caffeine and sugar. He recognized the pure chaos from which true science grew quickly. After Damien gave up on the idea of rebuilding the espresso machine, Damian and Milo casually meandered over to a spot where they could stare at the arcane-looking contraption of copper and brass. Vladimir pointed to the pressure gauges. "See? They are carefully monitoring their steam output and excess heat radiates from the copper holding tank. I'm not sure we could improve on this design."

"Perhaps not, but we could start from scratch with Deep Copper fittings, and the rune you have on your mug to generate heat. In the meantime..."

Vladimir nodded, "...in the meantime, research demands another mug!"

The coffee was having an amazing effect on efficiency in rune carving. Engineers Milo and Vladimir had carried on a fast-paced conversation while they flew through the process, finishing their work in the next hour. The junior engineer was curious about one of the runes that his senior was showing him. "I find it curious that you would put the Rune of Acceleration on the ammunition, needing a rune on each piece. The Rune of Fast-Flying that dwarven engineers use on their ballistae is on the machine, and thus more efficient."

"Well, yes, but only if you want to launch the war machine at the enemy. It's an interesting strategy since a ton of metal and wood flying at 400 miles an hour will do a lot of damage."

Vladimir saw his error, "Oh...yes. I see the difference, but I'm suddenly intrigued by the idea of launching large objects using the rune. Do you think we can test it?"

"Why not, it sounds like fun and what could go wrong? We'll top off our coffee and drag something heavy to the top of the tower!" Sadly, before they could begin their experiment, Benjamin pointed out how dangerous it would be to leave Damien alone and in charge. The two Engineers grimaced, and then said at the same time, "Tomorrow!"

Johannes happily started on the next step by ensuring that each of the carved channels was smooth and free of flaws. The large professor greatly enjoyed long and boring tasks—the more tedious, the better—and whistled as he carefully sanded the hard stone with an emery board. Rory had offered him a handsomely glazed mug, but the old Professor insisted on a battered tin mug, stained from long use.

With their rune carving finished, the half-elf and the squire jumped into the middle of the work of creating the teleportation matrix that would power the stone. The conversations wandered into different subjects as ideas were tossed out on how to best proceed. Many of them digressed until someone encouraged the digressers to concentrate on the matter at hand. Sometimes through shouting or threats of violence. At one point, Milo was describing to the Tommaso twins his work with Professor Arlo in creating a Storm Mana Generator. The two were interested immediately, pondering how they could adapt the described machinery.

Damien had of course dabbled with attracting and using lightning many times. It was practically Mad Science 101. "I need to get back to my work with lightning attractors. There's nothing like a bolt of destruction from the sky to light up a laboratory. Maybe when this contraption is finished."

The Butcher noticed and warned them again. "Jorges isn't kidding; this stuff will make a fire burn hot. You'll lose more than the hair on your head.

Damien scoffed, "Young man if something dangerous and experimental is going on, I relish the chance to observe. What are a few burns against the chance to advance the cause of science."

Vladimir agreed. "Personally, I'm excited about the idea of a new catalyst for forging metals. My father's people have created special alloys with the aid of caustic substances such as dragon's blood, while the artisans who create works of art in my mother's realm from precious metals rely on the properties of Silverite ore. If I can bring them a new substance or process to enhance their arts, it will be worth the pain."

That reminded Ozzy of something he'd had in his bag for some time. "Dragon's blood? I've got some vials of that. Never had a use for it, and the gnomes didn't want it in their bank; they said the smell might attract the big lizards." Keeping one hand on his polearm, he reached into his bag and pulled out three red, glowing vials. Vladimir grabbed them, cackling. The half-dwarf opened them up and poured them into the cauldron before anyone could stop him. Noxious fumes rose from the mix of metals, and the celestial-imbued Starmetal began to dissolve and mix with the molten Silverthorn.

Damien noticed that the odd Engineer with a tail hadn't left and now was rummaging around in a large chest that had magically appeared. Intrigued, he peeked inside and was quickly flabbergasted at the contents. "What the hell are you doing with mana crystals that size sitting around in an old chest? AH! The Black Abacus? Do you have any idea how many people are looking for that?" He started to reach for the artifact, overcome with the potential to calculate things that should never be calculated. His hand got smacked away hard enough to draw blood.

Milo growled at him, maddened by too much coffee and not wanting anyone to touch his stuff. "That's mine, you can't have it! Well, mine for now. She'll want to make sure it goes someplace safe. If you don't come witch hunting, you don't get to play with their toys." He found what he was looking for, bringing out a large chunk of silvery metal he held carefully with a pair of tongs. Vladimir saw it and clapped happily. Damien stared at it. "Silverite ore? Dammit, why do Engineers hide all of the good stuff! We'll have to talk; that stuff is priceless! Do you have any idea how much that piece of metal is worth?"

Milo walked to the cauldron but tossing the metal into the mix, turned to Billy, "As a matter of fact, I do know what it's worth: 100 wheels of stinky cheese!"

Billy didn't hesitate, "You drive a hard bargain, but I need that teleporter working. Agreed."

Vladimir took the tongs and put the chunk of Silverite into the cauldron, the metal immediately absorbing half the mana present and becoming liquid, mixing with the Silverthorn metal. Jorges looked at Ozzy, and dumped in the Extract of Air, then dove for cover. Ozzy poured as much heat as he could into the cauldron and concentrated on his Active Heat Resistance and Shielding. There was an intense flash of heat that roared out of the cauldron, forming a mushroom-shaped cloud floating up into the air and expanding. The flash singed away what little hair the Butcher had and burned off his mustache. Vladimir stared into the flame, mesmerized and seemingly unhurt.

Damien burst into flame and ran, looking for water. He survived only because Volminus had been itching to test his Pressurized Fire Suppressant Apparatus. The portly professor was chuckling as he pointed it at Damien. "It's so hard to get volunteers for this, especially after so many failures." This time, his invention worked, spreading a layer of green slime over Damien and dousing the flames. "Leave the slime on for an hour or two. It has a little aloe in it to aid with skin regrowth." Exhausted and feeling he'd cheated death once again, Damien sat in a corner, covered in slime, thinking happy thoughts about science.

Ozzy was surprised to be still standing. In front of him was a sparkling, stainless-steel cauldron filled with glowing, silvery liquid metal. He yelled out to the Professors, "Whoever knows the next step, let's get to it. I have no idea how long this stuff will stay liquid."

Vladimir immediately produced a stone ladle and began to carefully pour the liquid metal along the carved channels of the stone. Whatever madness usually possessed him was under control, and his expertise showed in the perfection of his work. At Vladimir's direction, Ozzy kept the metal liquid with a slow outpouring of heat. "I think we have something special here. And lots of it. There will be plenty left over for the Baron's other needs. Now that the metals have been alloyed, it will be a simple matter to reheat the cauldron and begin the repairs on the shattered stone of Gadobhra. Such a fun project! So many things can go wrong! You learn so much more when things go wrong than when you get it right the first time."

Ozzy grinned. "Then you'll learn a lot hanging around this place."