Part 12: The Strange Times Of PeaceChapter 11: The Strange Times Of Peace
Finally, the good-ish people of Baytown could breathe a sigh of relief. No more would they sheep wander into the hills to return as half burnt horribly mutated monstrosities. No longer would a wandering cow die while birthing beast headed monstrosities.
Magic hills were, once again, hills.
However, the lush grasses and getle bushes led to many more teenage trysts, so the benefits were debatable.
Green Turtles are a newly hatched (50 to 100 years ago) species of Giant Turtle. Due to their young age, Green Turtles are a little smaller in size and have softer teeth and shell. Moreover, their breath is still not as strong as the breath that can prevent you from studying the more mature species up close
Hold fast, men! A slightly smaller giant turtle approaches!
Due to the multitudes of creatures infesting the waters and shores of Long Shores, it was decided that building a fleet was currently unfeasible. Fortunately, mages had all sorts of strange solutions to mundane problems.
Such as making a donkey riding knight fly.
Not even the most horrible critter of the sky is safe from my lance now! Chaaarge!
TASTE STEEL AND FURY!
I wonder where did they get that gold It doesnt matter, I guess. Come, noble steed, there are more sky-borne villains to kill!
Billiam? Not even William or Will? I dont think I want someone like that in our employ. If youre a hero worthy of a legendary name, you can probably a more graceful one. Now leave me to my research
Ill just tell him that the realm cant support another hero
That wouldnt be a lie, either. Where does the money go I swear, once Im done, Ill find the culprit and flay him
My lord accepts your offers, however, he cant attend himself. Business of the realm, you understand
Matters of the realm yes, of course you have to take care of the realm yes
Turtle soup is back on menu, boys
I dont like those soldiers milling about. They should stay away from our lands
Yet somehow theres no way to deal with them.
Lich should have crushed him. *tpfu* For someone whos mostly bone, he should have more spine!
You forget yourself. Thats almost treason talk. Step lightly, Veremoud. I dont want you to end up like those fools from Serne Vary
This new road is really comfortable, it let me get back home and visit my family. I havent seen them in months
Unfortunately, I remember why I had gone to military
I saw Snorris mum
There were issues larger than seeing Snorris mother (but nobody is saying that was a small issue). Like lake Deadlin disappearing, to be replaced by a dry desert wasteland. Row upon row of quality metal boat rusted, stuck in sand banks, unable to move. Where travelers milled about dodging undead seagulls, only decaying docks stood. Whores no longer plied their trade in the wharf, leaving behind well polished boardwalk and scents of suspicious origin.
It was a disaster both for the people of Serne Vary, and collectors of ancient knick-knacks everywhere.
Fist sky monsters, then sea monsters! Nothing can escape the grasp of the Flying Knight!
Die, you blood suckers, die!
Wait the spell Its waning! Mlord, I beseech thee! Grant me flight once more, so I could deal with these pests swiftly!
DO YOU SEE THIS, my liege! I triumph again
Even if my heart is troubled over Vampirium
Well, then, my noble stallion companion, we will proceed on foot. I think the attentions of our king are more needed elsewhere
Now then, we must prepare for the jungles, hills and mountains ahead
Magic Potion Of Smell Most Foul That Killeth Bugs, Beetles And All Sorts of Other Crawlers check
Donkey climbing gear check
Maps of dubious quality check
Now listen there, lass, I wont have puss dripping out of my arse for three months because you mages got yerself killed. Heres some wisdom that they dont teach you at whatever mage school you go. The best way to avoid getting shot or stabbed
...is good magical shield?
Nay! Its avoiding getting stabbed or shot in the tha first place. Here, let me show you something
Thats it! GET EVERY LAST BIT OF GOLD! Search every last nook and cranny! Turn over beds, graves and tables! Melt down marriage gifts and dowries! Get money lenders to give what they got or slay them on the spot for treason! We will find money for that witch!
GET THE LEVIATHAN!
And find an assassin to kill that deceiving, money grabbing witch. A cheap assassin, we can barely afford hired thugs
I wish they had given me flight for more than just to report that I saw a giant turtle heading for the port. Giant turtles are the only thing heading for that port anyway.
Create artefact a lot of good that does Its not create life, not by any measure, and that would be useful
If this is a ghost ship, what do they weight their shots with?
"Some say that these tree spirits have existed in Ardania long before the men. Others believe that demonwoods are the creation of Andrevus the Dark Mage. But the one point upon which all are agreed: demonwoods, no matter their history, harbor ferocious hatred towards all other creatures."
- From "The Overall Description of Everything" by Master Alfus Bumblegate
Sir Hugue Dry Branch was caught between a bear and a hard place. A moving hard place, since demonwood roamed about, like a malevolent tumbleweed, killing and causing destruction wherever it went.
Fortunately, Sir Hugue was a very experienced knight armed with enchanted gear and a Great Mage for a patron and great wish to add some demonic dry branches to his shield.
A barony will be granted to a righteous servant of the lord concerning the type of barony, it might be made up of honours and, or manors manors, thus comprising of following types of land:
Demesne, the part directly controlled by the lord and used for the benefit of his household and dependents, whatever they might be
Dependent holdings carrying the obligation that the peasant household supply the lord with specified labour services or a part of its output - or gold in lieu thereof - subject to the custom attached to the holding, as well agreeing to summons to levy in case of invaders from worlds unlike our own
That seems specific
Free peasant land, without such obligation but otherwise subject to manorial jurisdiction and custom, and owing gold rent fixed at the time of the lease
Sound a little arcane, but it might be useful. Some of the Svarts arent as loyal as the others Comes with having subjects that can think for themselves, I suppose
Though they could improve cataloguing on this library Interesting it might be, this is not what I was looking for
A rare kind of person laments when luscious grass springs up in dry wasteland and when fertile chernozem replaces lands that oozed death.
Hopefully, that person is a Svart overseer of a mana extractor that used to convert all those death vapors to mana and not a morbid youth or a necromancer.
Morbid and moping youth were a great danger in lands where necromancers could be found, and necromancers were a threat anywhere.
Well, this is a pleasant change of pace. I actually like seeing landscape thats not just a patchwork of unrelated lands
Speak for yourself. I was hunting down a lizardman. Wrote a book about a lizard serving wench who was not in control of her passions, dallied with her master, she did. Attrocious piece of writing, that, have to kill him.
So, you see, this is a very equal proposal. Could you please inform your master?
Equal it may be, but its nonsensical in extreme
Im sure his majesty, King Lich VI, will be happy to agree
"Rune magic of the Svarts is based on the deep knowledge of the essence of minerals and elements. As far as I understand it, certain combinations of elements, applied on metal or stone bases in a special way, create 'force currents' with incredibly powerful vibrations. It turns out, Svart women can feel these vibrations and manage them. That's why all Svart girls sit a special test. Those who show particular talent in managing the power of runes become apprentices of Rune Witches, and others become Rune Warriors."
(from "Chronicles of New Worlds" written by Master Vardies Teleran)
Not much practice to be hand since the lands of death are kind of gone. It is agreed that we need to some on hand burning experience
With all the money spent on the schools and academies, you are more than welcome to join the ranks of the military
Thank you. We do expect to have the finest mageweave armor. After all, we have to shelter from the elements, and the rune halls didnt prepare us for that like military training would
And I dont think you can afford to lose such kind of university trained magical talent
What can we afford these days, with taxes wasted on burghers and mayors and other incompetents and corrupt managers, and plunder being the main influx of money
Dont think us vain, Rurik. These silk robes might look fine, but the glitter is more magical than material. Magic requires the finest of materials, much like any crafting. A Svart knows that better than anyone
And shamans dont know anything, foul dirty beasts
And finally, protection potions. I heard Long Shores are far away from being a pleasure shard
And so they marched off to conquest, leaving behind them the University of Gatehouse, with its institutes of Runes, Higher Casting, Lower Casting, Caligraphy and Fine Smithy, Svarticulture, its halls that stretched for kilometers and wide, well lit auditoriums, vivariums, dissection rooms, hissing and gnashing filled armored basements, observatories that mapped the alien skies, cavernous sprocket libraries, small parks, inns
And, of course, a magic bazaar that sold alcohol as often as it sold magic. No drinking was allowed on premises since drunk Svarts and a floating bazaar was a dangerous combination indeed.
Hey, a forest! Havent seen those in a while
How about the ones in Long Shores?
I refuse to step through any Gate that leads me to a world filled with angry floating gas bags, carnivorous turtles of unusual size and killer mosquitoes
King Lich VI fell to the ground clutching his skull in his hands. Parchment and books scattered all around.
Argh, my head!
The Grum-gog is happening
I swear it was less painful last time. Must be all the studying. I need some rest, but not now. I am so, so close
He started collecting the books that now lied on the floor.