Threadthriving...
Threadthriving...
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“A spell is probably the only way to cure your leg. But there’s magic that she offers and then there’s…another way.”
“…How do you feel about necromancy?”
“I know it’s bad.”
“I’ve seen an injury like that before. I’m aware it can’t be healed so easily. I’m not sure if your friend really understood—”
“We owe you a debt. You might not understand it, but Calruz hired every member of the Horns of Hammerad because we believe in honor. If we can help, we will.”
“No. That’s beyond us, frankly. Even if we sold our armor and weapons—and Calruz might, to impress you—I doubt we’d be able to get close to a [Healer] of that level. They’re in constant demand. Heard of the Healer of Tenbault?”
“I’ve never seen her, but I know it’s virtually impossible to meet her—and everyone wants to, because she can apparently cure almost anything. Thousands camp around the gates of Tenbault each day, hoping she’ll tend to them. Even if we had the money they charge, it would take a miracle.”
“I heard Magnolia Reinhart visited you. Did she offer you anything?”
“Before you do, be careful. My peo—I don’t trust the nobility.”
“I know that Lady Magnolia offered you…something. I saw her on the way in. You might want to accept, but all deals have a price. Even if she doesn’t say, she’ll want something.”
“Pisces. I told you that he’s a [Necromancer]. In truth, he’s probably not that strong of one—I remember that he was about Level 22 when we were students together in Wistram Academy. Even if he’s leveled up a bit, he shouldn’t be a threat if you’re worried.”
“Well, he’s only a brat—I mean, he’s only around twenty in your years, which I suppose makes him an adult. But he’s got levels in multiple magical classes. If you add them all up, he’s got more than I do, and I’m three times his age.”
“The [Numb] spell and all the healing you’re doing is probably taking its toll. If you need to sleep—sleep. We won’t get to Liscor for several more hours, and we still need to water and feed the ponies.”
“Calruz, shut up. This is the only [Driver] we could get who can take us there fast.”
“—I personally believe he’s delusional and that he’ll never achieve his goals. But regardless, he won’t stay in the area long. Every time the Academy learns where he’s staying, they send out a team to capture him. So far, he’s escaped, but it’s only a matter of time before he stays in one place too long and gets caught.”
“Evening.”
“Pisces.”
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“You know I haven’t. This isn’t a trap. I haven’t heard a word for—”
“Well—no. This is a mission of mercy. Thanks—thanks for meeting us.”
“Is there anyone in there? Can we buy supplies and rest or do we have to go into the city?”
“They let you stay at the inn? Nevermind, it doesn’t matter. Well then, I guess this is as good a place as any.”
“You know what we want you to do?”
“Bones. He can control bones.”
“We’ll give you twenty gold coins. No more, no less.”
“Thirty. And even that is robbery. This is a Silver-rank team, Pisces. Not some Gold-rank.”
“Forty.”
“Where do you want to work?”
“Pisces!”
“You idiot! At least have her lie down before you do that!”
“It’s true. He’s restored the bone to normal. Dead gods—that’s incredible.”
“Fine, then. Your money.”
“Sorry about that.”
“I couldn’t have done that. And that was no spell—at least, not any spell written down. You think we overpaid? I think we underpaid, and I’m just glad Pisces didn’t catch on to what Gerial was saying.”
“Pisces was moving around each of the shattered bones and knitting them together. He could sense where they are, and he knows how to reassemble them. That isn’t something any normal [Mage] could do. Or even a regular [Necromancer].”
“Pisces is a genius. He possesses an intimate knowledge of Human bodies. No one but another [Necromancer] could have done that so easily. And frankly, I would not trust any other [Necromancer] but Pisces. Listen, have you ever heard of someone mending shattered bone like that?”
“The flesh is still probably broken, but the bone underneath should be repaired if Pisces is right. He doesn’t know healing spells, but he could easily reinforce and repair the bone.”
“Ryoka? How do you feel?”
“…Ryoka?”
“…Ryoka?”
“Ryoka? Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“Ryoka?”
“It was nothing—”
“Ryoka? Time to go.”
“It wasn't me. Peminac cast [Numb], I think. It takes away pain, but it makes the affected slightly…odd. She should be fine, and it’s better than her feeling the pain. We just need to make sure to keep healing the leg every few hours.”
“Running from the Necromancer isn’t cowardice, idiot. Calm down. Hunt, get back here.”
“You weren’t on the continent when the Necromancer attacked with his legions ten years back. Or a Terandrian. Hunt is. I grew up with stories of him attacking kingdoms and killing people by the thousand. And that was when I was a girl. Believe me—even if we were all thirty levels higher, we’d still be no match for him. So stop questioning the courage of your own party!”
“In any case, the [Mage] we’re going to visit is not the Necromancer. He just…practices necromancy. And he’s the only person who can help Ryoka I could think of.”
“We studied together in Wistram Academy. I was a friend of his…once. We parted ways badly several years ago, but I knew he was probably in the area. Besides, Pisces isn’t very dangerous. Annoying, yes, but not dangerous. He’s…thoughtless, secretive, selfish, and he’s made terrible mistakes. But he’s no monster. And I hate to admit it but—he is very smart.”
“I gave him the barest details. The messaging spell I used didn’t give me time for more, but he agreed. We’re not on good terms, like I said. He’ll meet us at an inn a few miles east of Liscor. Don’t worry; he’s competent. But I suspect he’ll want money, and lots of it.”
“He’s in hiding.”
“I suspect because he likes dead people more than he likes the living most of the time.”
“How are you feeling?”
“She should be fine. I think.”
“…He was kicked out of Wistram Academy. And he’s wanted by several cities for causing trouble, I gather. Not murder—just extortion and troublemaking.”
“Oh, no. It wasn’t just that. No, it was because of what he did with necromancy that he was expelled.”
“…He got a lot of people killed. By accident. I think it was an accident, but a good friend of mine died. That wasn’t the only…only reason. But it’s past now. Six years past. I called in what few favors I think I had left to get him to meet us.”
“Oh yes. He’s got the levels to do what we need, and he’s smart. You could even call him a genius in a limited sense.”
“I’ve heard of that.”
“It’s worth repaying our debt to her, but it’s too bad we can’t stay in Liscor, Calruz. You know those new ruins are nearby. It might be worth getting the drop on the other adventuring teams and exploring it first.”
“Practical, I suppose. I’m just surprised to hear that coming from you, Calruz.”
“No, because you’re you.”
“Another day and night of riding. Too bad we couldn’t stay at the inn.”
“That’s what happens when you move bone around. But now the leg can be healed properly since the bone is repaired. Let’s heal—”
“Dead gods, he’s right.”
“That’s one of the reasons why adventurers can’t heal everything. That and poison stops healing from working properly. Hey, Pisces—Pisces!”
“Does this building have anyone in it? Can we get some hot water? Or just water? We could boil our canteen water I guess.”
“Who runs an inn with just one person? Nevermind. Uh—thanks.”
“Go to Rhir, Pisces.”
“Looks good. I’m going to dispel the magic now. Ryoka, how does it feel?”
“[Dispel Magic]. Alright, I’m ready to put the spell back. Ryoka? How’s it feel?”
“I take it you’re feeling better, Ryoka?”
“You are full of surprises, aren’t you? And your leg doesn’t hurt? You don’t feel any twinges or pain?”
“Pisces did his work well, then. I thought he would. He might be an idiot, but he’s a competent one.”
“If you’re going to run, stick to the road. Monsters around here are fairly dangerous. Stay away from the big rocks. They’re actually giant monsters in disguise.”
“Let’s see if our [Wagon Driver] wants a break and get on the road if you want to follow her, Gerial. It looks like she’ll go at least forty miles before she runs out of steam.”
“It's fine.”
““We’ll guard your things. Runners wouldn’t dare break into the Adventurer’s Guild, and we have our own storage space. But what’s this about help? We could escort you to the outskirts of the Passes, but Calruz isn’t here, and we’re understrength. And frankly, even at our best, we wouldn’t be able to go far into the Passes.””
““I’ve got some healing potions right here. And a few dry rations. Enough for four meals.””
““Then take them.””
““These are better quality than you’d buy in the marketplace anyways. And you’ll need them.””
““I thought you were broke, Ryoka. We still don’t have any contracts, and Calruz isn’t back yet. Take the potions, Ryoka. If everything I’ve heard about the High Passes is true, you’ll need them.””
““It’s the same in every guild. Ours is no different.””
““Believe me, Gerial. If you look close enough, you see the same things repeated over and over. Humans are just like that.””
““The healing potions I gave her—half of them were mana potions.””
““What is that?””
““What an evil-sounding laugh.””
““I’ve no idea. Besides, that thing had no magic in it. How strange. But I can see why Magnolia is so fascinated by Ryoka and—””
““And—””
““Oh no. How could this happen? I swear I checked to make sure—””