4.27 - Thirst for Adventure

4.27 - Thirst for Adventure

Theo brushed his hand over the plot of wheat in Terogal. Hed delayed doing anything with it before understanding its significance. Like the small house and the stream, there was meaning to everything here. After eating breakfast with Tresk and Alex, he ducked into the realm for some solitude. It only left him with a sense of confusion, unable to put the pieces together.

The wheat growing in the fields was small. Compared to the crop hed seen in agricultural domes, it was tiny. Theo remembered the part of the plant holding the grain to be roughly the length of his forearm. Massive kernels of the seed made the plant heavy, often requiring reinforcement with stiff metal rods. This example was barely the length of his pinky finger.

Benton had come, keeping him company while he brewed his potions. That led to a conversation about the significance of the grain.

Theres plenty of breeds of wheat around, Benton said with a half-hearted shrug. Why give so much thought to this one?

Because this is from my world. Untouched by the genetic modifications we made. Theo plucked the fruit of the plant, holding it to the sunless sky.

I think youre looking into it too much, Benton said. What are we brewing today?

Well, perhaps you can help with that, Theo said. He had a row of [Wisdom of the Soul] potions brewing on a table. He got the sense they would take a year to complete. The absurd part about how time worked in the heavenly realms was that he would only need to wait 3 days in the real world. The alchemist explained the text on the potion, asking if Benton had heard of something like that.

A single-use potion? As in, you can only drink it once? Benton scoffed. Well beyond my abilities. Never heard of a soul elixir.

Theo nodded. He doubted anyone had heard of it. If they had, they were keeping their mouth shut for obvious reasons. What would you do if you could make a world-changing object? Something bad. More than that. Something evil.

Benton furrowed his fluffy brow, casting Theo a concerned look. Id bury that knowledge deep in my mind. Lock it away and forget it existed.

Theo nodded again, trying not to smile. Benton was more similar to him than the alchemist first thought. The bear god might not admit it, but he had a hard streak to him. Something that said he would do anything to preserve his people, no matter how much blood he had to spill. But they both had a line they wouldnt cross. The alchemist had found his hard line in the potion he discovered in the Dreamwalk.

I found a different potion, Theo said, busying himself with his stills. Im happy that the ingredients are rare. Horribly rare. Almost impossible to handle if you dont follow Drogramath. He paused for a long moment, rolling his shoulders. Im glad you agree with me.

Well, theres plenty of fun potions you brew, Benton said, clapping a clawed hand onto Theos shoulder. How about that gel?

The alchemist had brewed a massive supply of the cooling gel for Nira and her workers. He removed one from his inventory and held it up, for Benton to sample. They both dipped their fingers inside, the bear god having trouble working it into his fur.

Like a pleasant breeze washing over your skin, Benton said with a sigh. Youll be rich selling this in the Season of Fire. Only going to get hotter down there.

Theo turned his attention to his brewing potions without responding, finding that his realm was cluttered with vials. He had selected several versions of the [Hallow Ground] suffuse potions for brewing, never intending to let them leave Broken Tusk. He made a massive batch of [Crumbling Undead Phage], as it affected the most targets. The alchemist only made one version of [Return Undead], since it seemed weird. Sometimes those strange potions were useful in a pinch. While he only made one of each type of the potions, he also brewed a lot of [Flame of Dual Sleeping Gods].

As expected, each suffuse potion was confusing. It was hard to tell if they were better than the standard tier 2 potions.

Tea? Benton asked, rubbing his hands together.

Absolutely, Theo said. He had finished everything he wanted to do here, even gaining a single level in his [Drogramath Alchemy Core]. It had crawled to level 23, leaving his herbalism core behind.

Benton was great at making tea, but that wasnt the best part of having a tea break with the bear god. He often brought baked scones. The pair sat down in the cottage, listening to the fire crackle as he spread a cloth over the table. Unfolding it revealed many scones, all filled with something sweet. Theo went for the lemon-like filling.

How much time passes in your realm? Theo asked, nibbling on his scone. Compared to the mortal plane, that is.

Oh, I think your realm is slower than mine. Slightly more powerful, if you look at it that way. Benton removed a brick of tea from nowhere, scraping some off the edge and into the teapot with his carving knife. But you cant raise any army, can you? No souls heading to Terogal.

We live strange lives, Benton, Theo said, finishing his first scone. He went for another, this one with pockets of jam nestled in the pastry. It tasted like raspberries.

Strange lives require powerful friends. Benton used his knife to stir the tea before returning it to the fire. Youll be happy to hear that the heavens have calmed. People are falling in line with the Arbiter. It helps that he stopped murdering gods.

But gods cant really die, can they? Theo asked, gesturing with his scone.

The gods talk, you know? Even here in the lowest heavens. When they ripped Balkor apart, what happened? His soul was so weak, he slipped between realities. To live in the void, if you can believe that. Benton shuttered at the word void. Thats a fate worse than death.

The conversation grew light after that. Bentons realm was a place of decay in some ways, but also the revitalizing effects of winter. The realms that gods created were often places of their own making. Places that they willed into being to exemplify their values. While the bear gods realm was covered in a constant sheet of snow, hed dedicated his followers to baking. Without a frame of reference, Theo decided that was as good a cause as any to follow.

Theo enjoyed the lighter conversation. Hed rather learn about the celestial baking techniques Benton had learned than the turmoil of the heavens. The bear god had come up with interesting ways to deal with the constant cold. Something that reminded the alchemist of the agricultural domes on Earth. For the second time today.

Feels like youre running out of time here, Benton said, chuckling. Maybe Ill head out.

Youre always welcome, Benton. You bring the best tea. And the best pastries.

Benton offered a wave and a smile before departing through his icy gate. A breeze rushed through the archway. The comfortable warmth returned in moments, leaving the alchemist alone once again. He peered over the edge of his floating island, shaking his head. Tresk was force-feeding Alex motes. The image was frozen with the Marshling cramming the rounded objects down the gooses throat. A fireball was springing from her bill.

Cant leave them alone for five minutes, Theo said, tutting. He double-checked the items in his inventory, making sure not to forget the cooling gel.

The world swirled around him as he jumped from the islands edge, sailing over the Bridge of Shadows for only a moment. The realm seemed normal today, the same way it had for a while now. There was no sign of the ghosts, or any intruders. Theo hoped Yuri was implementing some stricter rules about using the bridge.

A fireball sailed into the air, slamming against the boughs of a tree above.

Eat your food! Tresk shouted, turning to look at Theo sheepishly. I thought I had more time.

You found [Nature Motes]?

Bought em, Tresk said, going back to work. You want a nature alignment? You gotta take your medicine.

Well, theres an entire civilization up there, if you can believe it. I never knew, and Im not sure anyone else knows.

The world has enough problems to deal with. We dont need an invasion from the moon people.

Fenian went on about the moon people as they approached the Midnight Damsel Smelter. There was a story behind the name, but Theo had only gotten pieces of it. He stood there, waiting to get the attention of Nira, but it was difficult. Eventually, she glared at him with annoyance before marching across the street.

You can come into the smelter. You know that, right?

Thanks, but no thanks, Theo said, withdrawing a barrel of his cooling gel from his inventory. Rub this on your skin.

No thanks.

Hes too forward, isnt he? Fenian asked. Inspect the barrel of glowing goo. Youll find it to be useful.

Nira brightened up when she inspected the item. She slathered the stuff on her body and let out a sigh of relief. Alright. I can reduce the beatings. Work conditions will absolutely improve with this stuff.

Hah. She has a sense of humor, Fenian said, zipping in circles on his wheelchair.

Thanks boss. Weve been going full tilt, but might need to expand. Nira offered a shallow bow. Weather has been getting worse, huh? Heard youre making a killing off that magic air cooling stuff.

Theo didnt like to look at the stores finances. When he was forced to, he saw how many sales they made for the air conditioners. The fuel for the machine wasnt the expensive part, but some people in town enjoyed cranking them down to freezing conditions. The one in the Newt and Demon ran at a comfortable temperature, and he hadnt needed to replace the coolant yet. He chatted with Nira for a while before departing for the harbor.

Today was a lazy day for Theo. Whatever that meant when you were the leader of a bastard nation. But things were running themselves nicely, and he needed to make sure Laedria wasnt goofing off. When he arrived at the harbor, he found she was doing the opposite of slacking. Instead of the frames of two trade-style ships, she was working on four. They were all in various stages of completion.

Archduke! Laedria shouted. Check out my boats!

Fenian had trouble getting his wheelchair to get down onto the dock. But he accomplished the task before almost throwing himself into the harbor. The trade ships were gone, taking their market stalls with them.

Looking great.

Yeah. Weve already been training people up on The Cork. Got a small group of twenty willing to become sailors. Mostly Wavecrest refugees. Of course.

The boats were impressive. Theo was tempted to call them ships with the way they towered over him. Each boat was to be a two-masted ship. A main mast and a foremast, both to be adorned with the bright blue Starbristle sails. Zarali said something in the past about enchanting the boats, but the alchemist doubted her desire to do more than care for Xolsa as he recovered. That was fine. They had a navy to train and more boats to build.

Very nice, Theo said, slapping the hull of the most complete boat.

Laedria looked nervous out of nowhere. She normally was too boisterous to get a good read. Hey, uh. Got a request for you. But Im not sure mister Southblade is gonna like it.

Fenian shrugged.

Lets hear it, Theo said.

Im not here to insult the abilities of Mister Southblade. He saved our house, and we owe him a debt, Laedria said, sighing. But I want to go back to Tarantham.

For what? Fenian scoffed. To die? That would reduce the size of our Archdukes navy by one. Youll be sunk.

Maybe. But we left some good folks behind.

Surely you can just go get them, Fenian.

Not possible, Fenian said, driving in circles. My masters are angry with me as it is. Not sure UzXulven would allow any passengers, let alone a few hundred more.

Youd have more sailors, Archduke.

Theo thought about this for a long moment before he responded. He saw how insistent Laedria was about the recovery mission. This wasnt just dangerous for the sailors on the boats. This was dangerous for the Southlands Alliance. How would they react if an Alliance ship wandered into their waters? It was obscenely dangerous and a waste of resources. The alchemist shifted his way of thinking. To the new way he weighed projects.

Where are they?

Southern end of the continent. Outside of imperial reach, Fenian said. In the lands once belonging to the Southblades. In a cave. She could get in and out without notice.

Alright, Theo said, tapping his foot. Two requests and you can have one of my boats.

Anything, Laedria said.

First, you cant go. You can pick your team, and you can have one of my boats, but you cant go.

Thats understandable, Laedria said, bowing her head. Whats the other request?

The rescue must be cool. Heroic. Daring. Brave. If I hear youve sent sailors off and they didnt battle a kraken, I wont hear any more of your requests.

Laedria furrowed her brow. She looked at Fenian. Is he serious?

Im afraid he is. Unfortunately, Theo has seen me make one too many daring escapes. Now he craves the nectar of adventure. The worst thing someone could possibly desire. A good story.

Oh alright.