5.15 - Tea Parties

5.15 - Tea Parties

Theo passed through the fabric between realms, holding Tresk and Zaralis hand. As they passed over the Bridge, he felt no invite from UzXulven. He took it as a good sign. The moment they hit the ground in Terogal, his adoptive sisters face lit up. She darted from the spot, jumping to crush Belgar in a hug.

Potions are done, the spirit groaned, desperate to push his sister off.

Typically, the souls did whatever they wanted with the realm. What they had chosen to do with their time was strange, though. The game they had created was now the most popular thing in the realm. There were now four fields of leveled earth, and well-maintained grass for them to play on. Theo didnt want to think of it as soccer like back on Earth. It had evolved into something else entirely. He certainly didnt remember there being two goals on each side.

Theo left Zarali and her brother to their hugging, and went off to check his potions. He popped the lid from one barrel and examined the resulting potion.

[Greater Hallow the Soil]

[Potion]

Legendary

Created by: Theo Spencer

Grade: Good Quality

Alignment:

Drogramath (Minor Bond)

Purify any naturally occurring soil of all alignment-based befoulment.

This was the most powerful version of the [Hallow the Soil] potion the alchemist had crafted. But experimentation would tell how effective it was at purifying the tainted landscape. At least this meant that his experimentations were a success. And Salire was working on the next batch by brewing their alcoholic base. After that, they would enter full-scale production mode. It was a prospect that sent a tingle down Theos spine.

Very exciting, the alchemist muttered to himself.

A familiar knocking sensation entered Theos mind, followed by an unfamiliar one. He accepted the first, watching as the icy archway sprung up. After a moment of thought, he accepted the next one. A golden gate, inlaid with too much finery, sprung up next. A moment after Benton stepped into the realm, Glantheir joined with him. The elven god brought with him a sense of calm that washed over everyone. The heads of every soul turned to spot the god in the plain clothes.

Beautiful realm, Glantheir said, his eyes dragging over the landscape. Your souls discovered football.

Theo approached the elven god with a smile on his face. Khahar brought it over. They changed the rules, but what can you do?

Not much.

Uh Oh Hi, Benton waved awkwardly. Nice to meet you. Er Lord?

Glantheir is fine.

Tea? Theo asked.

Benton scampered toward the cottage as Theo and Glantheir walked together. Everywhere the elven god went, he seemed to bring with him a sense of deep calm. The alchemist wanted to drink that in, allowing himself to bathe in the light. It was like being in a warm bath, complete with pleasant smells and waves of comforting warmth.

Always busy, arent you? Glantheir asked, finding a seat in the crowded cottage. I cant imagine your luck. A mortal realm that you can visit. And youre a champion. I would guess your advancement is quick.

Pretty fast. We have a perfect storm of things in Broken Tusk.

Benton fumbled with the teapot, almost dropping it on the ground. When Glantheir smiled at him, the bear gods hands seemed to calm. They waited patiently for the tea, but helped themselves to sweets as they waited.

I have everything lined up for Sulvan, Glantheir said, pausing for a moment. Shame Uharis didnt care to join.

I didnt expect either to accept. But Uharis was the wildcard, so that makes sense.

Hell spend time on Antalis. That should soften him. Then well be ready to accept him.

So, I dont want to overstep my bounds But

I love statements that start that way. Glantheir smiled, selecting a berry-filled pastry. You just know the next statement is going to be loaded.

Well, why accept them at all? Wasnt the Burning Eye an enemy?

If I only accepted souls from my domain, my realm would have crumbled long ago. Did you forget my speech about infinite forgiveness?

Theo remembered it. He just didnt know if he believed in it. Forgiveness was one thing, but infinite forgiveness? That kind of compassion would get a person killed, and he wasnt sure if thats the path he would follow. Redemption is one thing, but I just cant relate.

You dont need to. Youre your own person. Live your life however you see fit. Sulvan will be a useful tool. So would Uharis, if he accepts my cores.

Benton brought the steaming teapot over, pouring everyone a cup of his custom mix. Glantheir accepted graciously. Theo had been taking the bear gods amazing tea for granted, and gave his thanks.

This is strange, Benton said, chuckling as he took a seat.

Is it? Glantheir asked. The old gods used to meet this way all the time. We would gather, and watch our followers down on the mortal plane.

What changed? Theo sipped his tea, finding the flavor to be perfect. As always.

The rules changed in the first era. The gods were barred from visiting each others realms.

Theo felt another mental knock. He recognized this one, and accepted it right away. Several moments later, after some polite sipping of tea, the unshrouded form of UzXulven walked into the room. She dusted her shoulders off, nodded to the group, then took a seat.

Ah! Salire said, clapping her hands. Did you get the stuff?

Theo produced a barrel of the [Greater Hallow the Soil] potion. Salire inspected it with glee. Nothing had changed about the description, but the silvery liquid radiated a sense of power. The alchemist wasnt sure if this was a third, fourth, or fifth tier potion. He only knew that it was powerful. The perfect thing to restore the land to what it once was.

Glantheir was light on details, Theo said, stowing the potions away. Out of every patron, I expected him to take action against the undead.

Salire shivered. Dont remind me of the heavens. Im not interested in going back anytime soon. I just wish you would have trusted me to recover on my own.

Figured that one out, huh? Theo asked with a nod.

I appreciate distractions. Dont get me wrong.

Theo and Salire worked to get the next batch of potions ready. The store on the first floor had been mostly depleted from the monster waves, but taking care of the undead befoulment was at the top of their list. Adventurers could do without their healing potions for a few days while they sorted the industrial production of [Greater Hallow the Soil]. Today, they would run a batch of base alcohol for the high-tier potion. And it would take all day. At least his new apprentice was grinding experience like a fiend.

After sorting the lab out, Salire joined Theo at the town hall. Alise was looking over a list of supplies needed for the three-town party. They were rolling an existing holiday, Embers, into a holiday of their own making. Treason Day. At the turn of the Season of Fire, Broken Tusk sought to celebrate their independence from Qavell. Some administrators in the alliance were of the mind that they violated no laws of the crown. Others knew the truth. Whoever was in charge of Qavell City would come knocking.

Thats what rail guns were for.

I bought all the beer, wine, mead, and so forth from everyone. Including imports from Partopour, Salire said, poking a finger into her paper. The numbers were staggering. Decorations. Music. A troupe of traveling ogres will perform a play.

Traveling ogres? Theo asked. First time Im hearing about this.

Right. Anything else?

Salire had some suggestions to make the party memorable. In classic half-ogre logic, she suggested large bonfires burning in the streets of Rivers and Daub. Theo wasnt so sure about that, but he was distracted. Alran Cherman, the spymaster for the alliance, was chatting with Gwyn and Gael. The alchemist sauntered over, placing a hand on the mans shoulder.

Normally, no news is good news, Theo said, pulling his spymaster to the side. When it comes to Qavell? Im not so sure.

Alran chuckled nervously. Then were of the same mind, he whispered. Come.

Theo walked with the spymaster, finding a corner to whisper their skullduggery. Alran seemed his normal, calm self. Aside from the whispering.

The last thing my spy in Qavell said was something is happening. Then silence. My people in Veosta talk about a losing war with the undead.

How is Veosta responding?

Evacuation. Theres talk about Glantheirs champion coming to save the day, but I doubt it. The elf lord never extends his influence outside of Tarantham. The elves like to keep to their homeland.

Do you think theyll be safe on the elven continent?

I have absolutely no doubt theyll be completely fine. Even if the undead walk the ocean, they wont stand a chance against Elven God of Healing and his core-holders.

The undead are being controlled by Balkor, arent they? Theo asked, rubbing his chin. The edges of his mind stretched out, trying to find a motive for the Demon God of Undeath. What does he want?

Destruction?

No, he would have pressed against us. Were an easier target than the elves, arent we?

I wouldnt admit that in front of Aarok, but yes. Compared to the Taranthian Empire, were ants underfoot.

Which implies an intelligent motive. Meaning theres a plan.

What about your godly friends? Why not ask them?

Theyre bound in heavenly contracts. Khahar showed up when UzXulven tried to tell me what happened in Qavell.

Alran cursed, spitting on the ground. And our friend, mister Southblade?

Fenian? Hes in the wind. I only know that he is alive.

Alran hummed, scratching the growing stubble on his chin. He was last in Balkors realm, right? Have you mentally prepared for the worst-case scenario?

What would that be?

That Fenian Feintleaf is an undead servant of Balkor.

No, that would complicate matters too much. Khahar was insistent that Fenian hold the Throne of the Herald. The Arbiter saw a million steps ahead, this would have been part of the plan. Theo still couldnt see how sacrificing so many people was in line with the long-term plan, though. For the first time since he came to this world, he sent a secret prayer to Glantheir. A prayer to keep the lost souls safe. If the elven god wouldnt take them in, he would.

Id rather not consider that. Remind me to splash him with a [Hallow Ground Potion] the next time I see him.

Alran produced a vial of the same potion from his coat. It was nestled in a hidden bandoleer. Ahead of you, alchemist.

Trust is hard to earn. Its even harder to win back.

Indeed. Could I make a request?

Of course.

Double our wall-based weaponry.

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