4.43 - The Garden Party

4.43 - The Garden Party

Sarisa and Rowan had worked closely with Xam to get the garden party going. They organized the catering, which was easy enough, but also decorated the area. A large table dominated the center of the space. Magical lights hung from the iron fence. There was even a Broken Tusker playing a strange, violin-like instrument at the far end of the manors garden. Like most things in the town, the music was rough and raucous. The people set to gather there were arriving as a trickle, moving into the space as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

The guest who stuck out among everyone was Bilgrob.That wasnt a surprise. If anyone wanted to talk to the Priest of Spit, they needed a ladder. Fortunately, the Ogre was kind enough to kneel when someone spoke to him.

You know the worst part about this stuff? Tresk asked, muttering from Theos side. She seemed to want to be closer to him recently. He almost regretted letting those feelings enter his mind for the first time since he arrived. It bled through. You gotta be all happy. Smile at everyone and whatever.

We dont have enough gatherings like this. Theo looked over at the crowd. He spotted Salire talking with Fenian.

Jealousy? Tresk asked. Really!? Please dont tell me you like Salire. What about old Tresk? Am I chopped liver? Why is that saying in my head?

Thats an Earth saying. I am jealous. Because hes going to steal away my future apprentice. Lure her in the same way he got Azrug.

Where is that spiky little bastard, anyway?

The administrative reports say hes taken time off to level his other cores.

Tresk wrapped her arms around Theos waist. It was all she could manage, since the top of her head barely came up to his belly button. What day is it?

The 17th.

We got time, but well have to plan the next festival.

The southlands of Qavell celebrated at least one festival per season. Since each season was 70 days long, that left little time for celebrations. This little garden party was the perfect thing to break those long periods of nothing up. After seeing the way the guests talked with each other, all having a good time, he was interested in doing this more often. Tresk remained as an ornament while they mingled among the crowd. Sarisa kept the party as invitation-only, making it more manageable to talk.

The thing that excited Theo the most was that no one expected him to give a speech. He never captured the spirit of things when they forced him up on a podium. Instead, it was just a pleasant gathering with Xams amazing cooking. With the amount of mead the town imported from Rivers and Daub, the alchemist knew the brewers were getting rich.

Zarali was there with Xolsa. The priestess had many theories about how she could create Drogramathi cores using the temple, but the wizard was interested in giving Theo a hard time. With his health improving, he went back to being the mother hen of magic. The alchemist wouldnt blame him, though. There was a serious lack of mages in town, and it was only getting worse. The split between cores was weighed heavily out of favor for magic-users.

Much of Theos time at the party was spent being lectured by Xolsa on the value of wizards. The alchemists prior experience with magic-users told a different tale, though. Uharis, as far as anyone knew, was still on the moon. Without his Burning Eye core, it was unlikely hed return to the planet. But there was always that chance.

Not to intrude, Bilgrob said, approaching the conversation. It was hard for him to not intrude. He was massive. His eyes pierced Xolsa for a long time before he continued. I can feel the scars on your soul healing, Elf. Im sorry we havent introduced ourselves yet.

Youre the talk of the town, Xolsa said, holding his mug up to toast the Ogre.

The alchemist did a fine job patching your soul up, Bilgrob said. Theo could sense the caution in his voice, although his intuition was barely a whisper. I hate for this to be the first thing I say to you, but there are lingering problems.

Zarali pulled Xolsa close, a look of concern painting her face. Bilgrob sat on the ground, trying his best to be at eye-level with everyone. Tresk would have to sit on Theos shoulders to accomplish that, but she still went on her tippy-toes.

What problems?

May I? Bilgrob asked, a mote of green mana forming in his hand.

Xolsa shared a look with Zarali. The Drogramathi Priestess nodded nervously.

The Ogre closed his eyes, then the ball of energy rushed into Xolsas chest. He let out a surprised gasp, but there seemed to be no negative effects. Bilgrob mumbled something to himself, nodding along. Theo put together that the priest was looking at something within the elf, like a doctor looking over a report. When his eyes finally snapped open, he had a confused look on his face.

Now that is strange, Bilgrob said, rubbing his chin. He hoisted his barrel-tankard and took a long drink. Where are you from?

I dont really know.

Hes part of the Barathier, Zarali answered.

A catchall term for extra-dimensional creatures. Not at all specific enough. Bilgrob turned, nodding at Theo. I dont think the alchemist knows what he did for you, wizard. But your soul is having trouble adjusting to this universe. Well, nothing a few treatments from me cant help. May I?

Of course.

A pulse of green magic flowed from the Ogre, wrapping itself around Xolsa. It soaked into his skin, the markings on the Elfs flesh flashing sympathetically for only a moment. Then it was gone.

What in the realms does that mean? Xolsa asked. Rats will be more likely to bite your toes, what did you do?

Ah, well, Bilgrob started. My patron works in strange ways. When I heal people, he leaves behind a gift.

Theo and Tresk removed themselves from the situation before it got ugly. Xolsa was logical enough to understand that the Ogres healing came at a cost. But the rest of the party didnt seem to care about that little corner of the garden. It went on for hours. Far later into the night than the alchemist was normally comfortable staying up. His stamina bar drained as the night went on, but it was easy. He didnt need to entertain the people there, allowing him to enjoy the night.

Attribute potions had always been a big hit. Theo and Salire discussed the best attribute potions to start with. Unsurprisingly, that resulted in them setting up the stills to create strength, dexterity, and vigor potions. At least the budding alchemist could start with a run of the Zee-based alcohol. That left the alchemist to work on his book, reading out parts to make sure they were understandable.

What better way to make sure the book makes sense? Theo asked, watching as Salire did her work. While he knew she was responsible, it was best to keep an eye out. Especially as they drew closer to the brewing phase.

No better way. No sir, Salire said, stirring the mash. If things dont work out with the alchemy, you could always just make spirits.

Theo looked up from his book. Youd go blind drinking that. Please dont drink our alchemy liquor.

I mean. I might have had a sip. She flashed a knowing grin.

The alchemist returned to his book, adding a footnote with a warning about drinking the Zee liquor. I might have snuck a few sips.

I knew you werent humorless, Theo.

Just mostly humorless.

Late in the afternoon, Theo and Salire had created three distinct enchanted dilutions. One for each of the physical attributes. They had also made progress on the book, edging it closer to a completed state by the day. Once he was done with the body of the book, hed pass it off to her for proofreading. It didnt matter if there were grammatical mistakes in the text. But errors related to Drogramathi alchemy could be deadly. He aimed to plug those quickly.

The remainder of the day was consumed with brewing their new essences. As with the restoration potions they had tested before, the resulting essences were not an acceptable quality. Even with the small changes Theo made, they were missing part of the process. He hadnt returned to Terogal today, and continued to put it off. It was a day of learning for Salire, and he didnt want to miss it.

Theo clapped his hands together. Right. Create a few of your fancy vials for me. Well brew a small batch before the day is done.

Honk!

Not you, Alex. I was talking to Salire. Well start with vigor.

There was no sense in creating a small batch of these potions. People would buy anything that enhanced their attributes. Even if the potions were only one point better than the older ones, everyone would fall over themselves to get at it. As with last time, the potion was temperamental. The alchemist focused on mixing the essence, careful not to jostle the vial as he worked. It was a violent reaction, right on the edge of an explosion, but it stayed stable enough to produce a usable potion.

Theo ran his finger up the side of the fancy vial, studying the glowing yellow liquid within. He inspected the new potion, unsurprised at how superior it was to the old version.

[Greater Vigor Potion]

[Potion]

Common

Created by: Theo Spencer

Grade: Good Quality

Alignment:

Drogramath (Middling Bond)

Drink to enhance vigor.

Effect:

+19 Vigor for 2 hours.

Significantly better, Salire said, studying the potion. Imagine binding it with a dilution modifier. How good would that be?

Theo turned, smiling at his assistant. Youre talking like an alchemist. Yeah, we should make a batch of modified tier 3 potions. I guess its a good time for a test. What should we be concerned about?

As the alchemist turned away from the [Greater Vigor Potion], Salire considered the question. He got to work on the next two potions, combining the ingredients at the same time. Both reactions were more than a hair unstable, but they held together. The way to know if a reaction was horrible was the final grade on a potion.

Unsurprisingly, both the [Greater Dexterity Potion] and the [Greater Strength Potion] were copies of the [Greater Vigor Potion]. They were on the edge of making a potion that sent someone two tiers above where they were in terms of attributes. It was hard not to think about the implications of the potions.

Are these potions dangerous, yet? Theo asked, holding the glittering vial of red liquid in his hand.

Ah. Forgot about your rules. Doesnt seem too dangerous to me. Uh, what do you think?

Theo shrugged. Ive already given out attribute potions that rival the best. Why not make it absurd?

Yeah! Thats the spirit!