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Chapter 1.53
Erin falls ill after sitting out in the rain, prompting her patrons to leave the Wandering Inn. Pawn departs for the Hive to protect Erin from Ksmvr, while Selys discovers Toren and argues with Pisces before returning to Liscor.
Erin Solstice suffers the consequences of sitting out in the rain, falling ill with a cold and a sore throat. Unable to properly host in her condition, her regular patrons begin to clear out of the Wandering Inn. Ceria Springwalker and Gerial—who is revealed to be a Level 17 [Warrior]—depart the inn and make their way back to the city of Liscor.
Pawn also makes the difficult decision to leave. Knowing about Ksmvr's dangerous nature, Pawn worries that the Antinium might try to retaliate against Erin. To protect her, Pawn heads back to The Hive, hoping his presence will shield her from Ksmvr's potential wrath.
Later, Selys Shivertail arrives at the inn and is shocked to discover Toren, the undead skeleton. Her visit is further derailed by Pisces, who attempts to sneak into the inn while invisible. Selys quickly realizes he is there, leading to a heated argument between the two. Following their confrontation, both Selys and Pisces leave the Wandering Inn and head back to Liscor, leaving the sick Erin alone to recover.
Throughout the day's events, passing thoughts and conversations touch upon various new concepts, including the low-level spells Numb and Cleanse, magical labor Golems, the secretive Antinium Rite of Anastases, and the ruling King of Minos alongside Prince Khedal.
After sitting out in the rain, Erin Solstice catches a cold and suffers from a sore throat.
Ceria Springwalker and Gerial, who is revealed to be a Level 17 [Warrior], leave the Wandering Inn for Liscor.
A half-Elf mage belonging to the Horns of Hammerad who offers Ryoka a taboo alternative for her leg.
aka Ceria, Springwalker +4
The Human vice-captain of the Horns of Hammerad.
aka the vice-captain, vice-captain of the Horns of Hammerad +10
Small inn where Erin is present; currently occupied by her. Noted by the Watch as having been abandoned years ago but Erin is using it; the Drake and Klbkch enter here to investigate.
aka the inn, Abandoned hilltop inn +27
Pawn decides to leave the inn and return to The Hive to protect Erin from Ksmvr's potential wrath.
Selys Shivertail arrives at the inn, discovers Toren, and gets into a heated confrontation with an invisible Pisces.
Following their argument, both Selys and Pisces depart the Wandering Inn and return to Liscor.
The skeletal remains of a person that Erin discovered in an upstairs bedroom of the inn.
aka the skeleton, Skele-thing +7
A sapient reptilian species dominant in regions south of Liscor, generally unfriendly to Humans.
aka lizards, giant lizards +3
A low-level spell used to soothe localized pain.
Small green humanoids with red eyes and sharp teeth that chased and slashed at Erin.
aka Goblins, little green things +16
A Human mage from Wistram Academy, specialized in Elementalist and Illusionary schools, who admits to necromancy.
aka the mage, Mister Mage +35
The Minotaur captain of the Horns of Hammerad, who wields a massive battleaxe.
aka the Minotaur, Beriad of the House of Minos +16
A friendly and helpful Drake who works as a receptionist at the Adventurer's Guild in Liscor.
aka the female receptionist, the she-Drake +14
A city adjacent to the Floodplains, culturally aligned with Drakes and not friendly to Humans.
aka City of Liscor, the city +8
A small, child-like Goblin who attacks Erin out of grief and is spared by her.
aka Ragged Goblin, Littlest Goblin +16
An incredibly famous and powerful half-Gazer adventurer exploring northern Izril.
aka Gazi, the female adventurer +10
A sapient species possessing Elven traits.
aka Half-Elf, half-Elves
A species of large, sentient insectoid people; one arrives at Erin’s door with a companion.
aka giant insect, Ants +28
A species of which Erin Solstice is a member.
aka Humans, smooth skin +4
A massive, bull-like sapient species.
aka Minotaurs, the Minotaur
“The Antinium have no honor. And I am—was a Worker. My life is for the Hive. If my death is required, I will die.”
“We came ten years back. To make…make something. I do not know. I do not know what. But it was decided. The Queens sent a single Hive to the city. Paid in gold for a place with those not of the Hive. To make something. A new kind of Antinium.”
“That is correct. I would be in jeopardy or place you in danger by remaining.”
“And I’m a receptionist at the Adventurer’s Guild. I’ll put a twenty-gold bounty on your head if you so much as raise an undead anywhere within twenty miles of the city.”
“He will not harm me, Erin. He has determined that I am Individual. He will not question me further. And I will be protected there. Now that it is known I am Individual, I am—important.”
“I had no right to resist. The one who took me—he was the Prognugator. He judges other Antinium. Our lives are his to use.”
“Don’t ask me. Apparently, things can develop immunities to magic. Mold, diseases—it’s why you don’t always use [Cleanse] to clean even Wistram Academy. They have Golems with mops.”
“All that I should have expected from a slave.”
“I’ve heard that from every Antinium—I mean, what do they want here? The Antinium have made war for two decades. They never leave their Hivelands—except during the last two great wars, and they only settled one Hive in one city in the entire world. The Blighted Kingdom hates them, and no one knows what your people want except to conquer. The Antinium are united as far as I’ve heard. Completely. You’re all loyal to your Queens. So…why did this Ksmvr take you and—and question you?”
“I think I get it. Erin, Pawn needs to go back to his Hive. You can’t take an Antinium away from the Hive. If you do—they spare no effort to reclaim their lost. Or if it’s impossible to reclaim them, those Antinium die.”
“You. Why did you not fight? When you were being tortured by your own kind—why did you not resist? Are all of your kind cowards or do you not have any pride?”
“It’s an undead monster. And you—I thought you were just an [Illusionist] scaring poor people. But you’re that [Necromancer] Relc was talking about, aren’t you? Well, you leave Erin alone! She doesn’t need you bothering her!”
“She is occupied at the moment. It is the Rite of Anastases.”
“He was merely fulfilling his duties. But once the Queen is told, she will summon me. I am sure of it.”
“So. You would allow death and dishonor to befall you because of mere rank? The House of Minos respects rank—but even Prince Khedal or our King would expect to be challenged if they spoke or acted madness. Have the Antinium no such sense?”
“It’s a cold. The most common of illnesses. Which means no one’s figured out how to get rid of it. And before you suggest it—experimenting on sicknesses can create far worse kinds. Or just make them immune to magical healing at all.”
“You—ah, Pawn. Can you tell me something? What do the Antinium want?”
“I can do something about the sore throat, but healing potions don’t cure colds. And I wouldn’t recommend you trying one unless you want to roll the dice on it getting better—or turning into a debilitating sickness.”
“A Skill, I think. Not one I’ve ever heard of. Must be a rare one.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t cure that so easily. I only know [Numb]—the spell I used on your throat—and colds are tricky. Way beyond me. Maybe a [Healer] can cure it? Drink hot soup.”
“I do not know. I only heard what was spoken in passing. But it is an important ritual that cannot be interrupted. I…sense that.”
“The Queen? And where was she while he was stabbing you?”
“You’re the one who made this—this thing, aren’t you? You evil, wretched—!”
“That guy—I’m going to—well, I’d like to—what’s more important is that you stay here. Not in that stupid Hive. I’ll make a bed for you, and you can stay as long as you like. Free of charge.”
“Magic-resistant super-viruses. Just what I need.”
“Answer me something, insect. Why did you not fight?”
“I’ve never heard any of the songs she sang. Not one. And the music that came with it—did it sound like anything you’d ever heard before?”
“Your offer is most kind. But I belong in my Hive.”
“They were moving, but that’s not the point, Gerial. It’s another mystery. Where did that music come from? How did that girl—”
“I don’t think he slept. He went after the bug—ah, I mean, the one called Pawn.”
“I am entitled to walk wherever I please. If it bothers you so much, you may wait.”
“We’re going into the city. I think Calruz is already gone, but the others are still asleep. Don’t worry about feeding us—they can always go into the city.”
“You Humans. You eat eggs all the time. What’s the difference between frying them and grabbing them from a nest?”
“Is that…a loaf of bread?”
“You—you don’t have the authority to do that.”
“You can’t go back! Not to that—that evil guy!”
“No. Yes. It is important. I cannot tell you what it is. I was not told. I can only sense that it requires all of my Queen’s attention.”
“I hab a thore throat. And a cold.”
“But when she’s done with it, she’ll want to see you, is that right?”
“Try me. And get out of my way!”
“Looks like breakfast is canceled, Gerial. Unless you all want to risk getting sick before the ruins.”
“You had a bounty on your head until a week ago! You stay away from her or I’ll—I’ll—”
“You’ll do what? Hit me? I’m a mage.”
“It was my creation. A skeleton. It was merely guarding its master, Erin Solstice.”
“Of course. It is a bodyguard for Erin and an able servant.”
“Some rest will do you more good than anything else. And you coughing into the food won’t do anyone any good.”
“I am missed. I must complete my duties.”
“And this Rite of…does that relate to it?”
“Then walk behind me! I don’t want to be anywhere near you!”
“I still don’t trust that Ksmvr guy. He’s dangerous.”
“Goes well with the water if you add enough. Want some?”
“I am going to the city. With Erin…indisposed, I require sustenance there.”
“Think nothing of it.”
“That can happen? I thought—well, it’s just being sick, isn’t it?”
“You scared me! I thought you went back into the city—!”
“Oh. Hey. The innkeeper’s asleep, so there’s no breakfast. But the skeleton got me some food. Want some?”
“That damn skeleton’s guarding her though, so don’t go in. This is all it gave me to eat.”
“What are you—I, Pisces, order you to move aside and let me pass.”
“Ow, that—hey! My throat is better!”
“I am a favored customer at her inn. I have every right to be there.”
“Am I supposed to eat this? I need something else, you know.”
“Not even in my dreams.”
“It must have been sitting out in the rain last night that did it.”
“I think I’d prefer normal food, thanks. Where’s the innkeeper?”
“Is your mistress up? I’d like some breakfast, but I can get it myself.”
“I need food.”
“A very big difference, thank you.”
“I am your creator. Move aside.”
“It was amazing. But odd as well.”
“I was about to. I would not wish to trouble you—”
“He will not harm me.”
“The what the what?”
“Calruz is gone? I didn’t hear him moving.”
“Yup. So this is the only food you’re getting for a while. Want some?”
“Fine. No waking her. But can you get me something to eat? Or—cook something?”
“No helping it, I suppose.”
“Good morning, Miss Erin.”
“It was quite something, wasn’t it?”
“But that wasn’t it either. Those songs—”
“Adventurer-Captain Calruz. How may I help you?”
“Move aside. I require sustenance.”
“Still asleep, I think. She’s in there.”
“What was that? Was it a spell?”
“Is everything alright?”
“You flesh-faced jerk—”
“I see. My condolences.”
“What? But it’s a cold.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Bullshit.”
“That’s where she sleeps?”
“I hate colds.”
“I can make food.”
“And you’re important.”
“You created that thing?”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Something? It was—”
“Erin. Is something wrong?”
“Beautiful.”
“What are you doing?”
“Is that sugar?”
“Ksmvr?”
“I bnow.”
“So. Last night.”
“What was that?”
“But Ksmvr—”
“They do?”
“Really? You can—”
“I’m sorry?”
“Wood rot.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Dd.”
“I see.”
“Morning.”
“You.”
“Move.”
“Pass.”
“Toren, right?”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry.”
“Odd?”
“Don’t—do that!”
“Important?”
“Pawn!”
“Pawn?”
“Magic?”
“You!”
“What are you—”
“Oh.”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes!”
“Yes.”
“No!”