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Irwin's Journey 362: Unreadable
🕑 Added 2024-12-22 19:37:31 +0000 UTC"Yes," the young woman whispered, her eyes wide. She seemed ready to bolt.
Irwin's eyebrows rose as he recognized the type. He'd learned about it when he'd tried to get more information about his own first card's Impersonate type. Absolute Veil was an exceptional card type that allowed someone to completely hide their presence or mimic that of a simple creature. It lets someone enter through portals that would otherwise be locked to them due to any of their cards' power and hide their presence from even the most powerful detectors.
It also helped hide all other cards, not just the card itself.
The only way to detect people like these was through mundane ways- hearing, seeing, or smelling them as they moved about.
Greldo would have noticed her, Irwin thought as he inspected the young woman.
He could only detect her soulforce resonance when he fully focused on it. Otherwise, watching her was watching a being without cards, cardslots, soulskills, or any other presence in the ambient soulforce.
"Yes, I-"
"How does a kid like you get a card like that?" Ambraz said, his voice rising in dismay. "No, it's worse! You slotted it at Topaz! Thats… thats…”
Ambraz looked ready to explode, and Irwin saw the young woman shiver in fear, slowly back up. If she ran now, he might never find her again, and he had no idea why she even came here.
"Ambraz. Calm down," he snapped, prodding through their connection at the Ganvil.
"But-"
"Enough, you are scaring the girl," Irwin said. Calling her a girl was a stretch, but he needed to get Ambraz's attention, and the instant wave of dismay from his friend told him it worked.
Letting out a calm sigh, Irwin turned to the young woman and tried to smile reassuringly.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" he asked, trying not to sound angry.
The woman shivered before looking at him.
"Are you… Rindiri's captain?"
Irwin's eyes shot open, and he almost rose to his feet. It took all his effort to remain seated, but he couldn't stop all of the questions from rushing out.
"Is she alright? Where is she?"
The questions seemed to ease the young woman, and she nodded.
"She was fine the last time I saw her," she said before frowning. "She left for…" she looked around, visibly hesitating.
Irwin could see that she was afraid to say it out loud, but recalling what Rindiri had been doing, he decided it might not be a bad thing. If she was trustworthy, there would be an easy way for her to tell him later.
"I'd want to say there's nobody around," Ambraz grumbled. "But with you here, I don't even dare say that. Who knows what else might be listening in."
The young woman looked around, wide-eyed.
"But she is safe?" Irwin asked quickly, drawing her attention back to him.
"Yes," the young woman said, her head bobbing up and down as she looked at him with wide eyes.
"So you are…" she mouthed Irwin's name, causing him to grimace and the girl to turn pale. "Sorry! I-"
"Rodd will do for now," Irwin said, waving his still oversized hand at her. "Do you think you can answer our questions? Who are you, and why are you here?"
"I'm Fuchsia," she said, looking around fearfully. After a moment, she seemed to make up her mind and looked at him. "You… don't mind Yuurindi, right?"
Mind? Irwin thought in surprise.
"You don't hate and loathe us?"
"No!" Irwin said, shaking his head. "Some of my friends are Yuurindi, and one of them is like a foster son to my best friend. I have no problem with Yuurindi."
Fuchsia's eyes widened, but she smiled, the first since she showed up. Then Irwin felt the bit of her soulforce that he could detect loosen as if she stopped using an active skill. Fuchsia's hair began changing, gradually going from black to purple, while her pupils changed from round and blue to the squarish green that he'd seen with some of the Yuurindi.
Ah, he thought, staring at her. That explained a few things. Still, he kept thoughts to himself, wanting to hear what she had to say.
"I am one of the only Yuurindi still here," Fuchsia said, her voice having changed to one that was slightly more hazy. "Rindiri took all the others that didn't… that weren't…"
Irwin grimaced as he saw the pain in her eyes. "It's fine. You don't have to explain that part," he said.
Fuchsia nodded, then looked at him, hesitating again. He could see she wanted to ask something but kept her mouth closed.
"If you tell me why you are here, you can then ask what you'd like to ask," Irwin offered.
"I… It's the same! I want to ask… Please take me with you when you leave! I don't want to stay here, but go to where Rindiri is! If you take me along, I can help you with your size problem!"
Irwin stared at Fuchsia, stunned.
"What do you mean… help with my size problem?" he asked carefully.
She paled slightly and shrugged. "I know of a card that can help."
Irwin didn't respond right away but looked at her, trying to get a good read on her. If she wanted to go with Rindiri, that could be for multiple reasons, but from everything he saw so far, he didn't feel like she meant anything bad. Besides… claiming she could help him with his growth problem would backfire harshly if it was a lie.
What card does she know about, he wondered, feeling his curiosity grow.
Holding back, promising what she wanted, he focused on her soulforce resonance. After a few moments, he was sure she'd stopped using any card. So, unless she'd permanently changed herself to a Yuurindi, which he doubted, this was her real self, and she didn't seem to be lying…
"We can probably do that," he finally said. "But I need to know a bit more about you. There are a lot of people who are hunting me, and some are in this city."
"What do you want to know?" Fuchsia asked, seeming slightly emboldened. "I'll tell you everything!"
"What card?!" Ambraz exclaimed, zipping around.
Fuchsia looked at him, then at Irwin. "You will take me away from here?" she whispered.
"What happened here before we arrived," Irwin said. "Do you know anything about-"
"I know!" she exclaimed. "There was a battle! Lasther was holding a lot of smiths captive, and… and Scander-"
Fuchsia's voice broke, and she quickly wiped her eyes.
Scander? Irwin's eyes widened as he recognized that name. It was the father of Zender and the others! Wait, didn't Rindiri say he was a captain?!
"- Scander wanted to save the smiths so he could get them to help him make us stronger. But Lasther found out that Rindiri had something to do with you, so he had the Deadpact Mercenaries wait in ambush. Everyone got killed."
Tears were streaming down her eyes by now, and Irwin sighed. He should have known the smiths here wouldn't all be able to flee. Still, he wondered what the local Smiths guild had done. Being one of the two largest cities on the branch, there had to be one… even if it wasn't the main headquarters.
"I am sorry to hear that," he said, trying to keep his voice soft. "How did Rindiri manage to escape? Did she save the smiths?"
"She was the only one allowed her own ship, so she loaded all the smiths aboard and…" Fuchsia frowned. "She had this really powerful barrier, and it held back all those blasts. It was incredible! Then…" her excitement died down, and more tears ran down her face. "Scander only had three ships, and he was fighting against all of them! Then that monster Lasther came, and-"
Irwin waited quietly as she cried softly.
"You and Scander knew each other?" he asked, not sure how to ask if she was his daughter.
She shook her head, wiping her eyes. "No. I liked him, but I knew my genes weren't pure enough for him to ever consider me. After the battle stopped, I went down and saved him from the wreckage and-"
"He's still alive?" Irwin asked excitedly. Right away, he knew he'd made a mistake, and the young woman began crying even louder.
Ambraz landed on his shoulder, having flitted around her for a while.
"Kid, she's safe. I sense nothing but her own cards and none of them can harm you. I think you should bring her inside your soulscape. That way, there's no way someone can overhear, and I think she can do with some rest."
Irwin nodded, and he looked at Fuchsia.
"Alright, we will bring you along," Irwin said, causing the girl to smile and cry at the same time.
"Which card?!" Ambraz almost shouted.
Fuchsia swallowed, rubbing her face. "There's a body double card that was supposed to be auctioned off just before the storm hit. Haborth Serin Ungaryt, the second in line to inherit the Ungaryt family, has it. I managed a peek at the description. It said the card would create a second body for the wielder and-"
"Not a clone?" Ambraz asked excitedly.
Fuchsia shook her head. "No, it said that both bodies could be different, including size…"
Irwin's interest peaked as he pictured having two bodies- one normal one and one giant one in case he needed it. Still, could he even use it in his sixth and final cardslot? He had no similar types, and his other cards might reject it… although there should be some resonance overlap with his soulclone.
"Incredibly useful, but there has to be more," Ambraz said. "There's no way it would have caused such a commotion if that was all of it."
"There is," Fuchsia said. "If one of the bodies dies, the other would take its place, and eventually the dead body would revive."
"Second life…" Ambraz whispered in awe. "That makes no sense. Nobody would- Why would anyone sell that?"
Fuschia sniffed, wiping her face. "Not sell, trade. Harborth needs a very special card to save one of his children, who slotted a cursed card. Apparently, the card he needs requires some high diamond-rank smith to reforge…"
Irwin could hear her confusion at that, which made sense. Very few people even knew that diamond-rank cardsmiths wasn't the final step. He didn't mention it but instead held up his hand quickly, causing Ambraz's mouth to snap shut before he could ask another dozen questions.
"Thank you for telling me, Fuchsia… I think it would be best if we continued talking somewhere else. I know this is hard, but can you trust me?"
The girl nodded, shivering as she wiped her puffy, red eyes. Looking at her made Irwin sad as he pictured one of his daughters in such a state.
"I'm going to bring you into my soulscape if that is alright? You will be safe there."
As he said that, Irwin almost flinched as he thought of Nisziz, Klatzi, and Brecka, still unconscious there. He'd expected it to be safe for them, too, and now they were completely out of it. Well, one wasn't really his fault, as the young Onyxian had yet to wake up after he'd remade her heartcard.
It won't happen again, he thought, sensing how calm his cursed titan card was and had been ever since he'd let it grow to the size it wanted. Even shrinking didn't seem to bother it.
"I heard- heard rumors about your soulscape," Fuchsia muttered, her voice breaking a few times as she spoke.
Rumors?
"Good. Then, don't be scared," Irwin said as he wondered what rumors Rindiri had spread and why. Still, it was something he could ask her when she was in his soulscape. Besides, he needed time to think. Think about the card, but mostly about what she'd told him about Scander.
He was about to get up and reach out, then hesitated. He could feel her so well, and she might startle if he rose. Besides, she seemed so weak. Perhaps…?
Irwin pulled from where he was sitting, trying to draw Fuchsia into his soulscape. It was far more difficult than if he could touch her like lifting something with a long stick stretched out in front. For a moment, he thought it would fail, but then she vanished, and he felt her appear in his soulscape.
He'd moved her onto a couch inside his house, and his otherself was sitting opposite her, ready with a glass of water. Leaving talking with her to his otherself, he continued shrinking himself as he thought about what he had just learned and what his otherself was hearing from Fuchsia.
Alone in the ruins again, he looked at the dark, scuffed wall. First the fight, then this… He needed to sort his thoughts. After a second, he decided to start with the one that was causing a knot in his stomach.
Scander was the one that shot Lasther, he thought as he began putting things together. And now he's dead…
He wondered how he was going to tell Zender, Earila, and their siblings that their father was dead. Just imagining it made him feel bad. He knew that Yuurindi normally didn't pay much attention to the father's role in raising the children and that none of his children had actually seen them, but…
His mind wandered to his own father. The mysterious man he'd never met, that he'd hated for being gone when he was young, and had later learned was killed for his card.
I wish I could have met him.
The thought bubbled up from the deepest recesses of his mind, where he pushed the thoughts and memories he didn't want. With it came a swathe of feelings- sadness, anger, curiosity that shoved away all other things preoccupied in his mind. Immediately, worry that his cursed card was going to go ballistic added into the mix. However, unlike before, he actually sensed the cursed card strengthen his emotions, and as if it was a card like every other, he dampened it.
To his surprise, emotions remained… normal was probably the right word for it.
Irwin was about to shove the troublesome wrapped-up package back down where they belonged when he realized something. Was that the right thing to do? Keep them buried and potentially resurface in an inopportune moment? He glanced at his left hand and the cursed card, picturing his bottled-up feelings about his own father surfacing at the wrong moment and causing his card to force him into some emotional rage.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back, wishing Greldo was here.
"Ambraz, did I ever tell you about my father?" he asked softly, knowing he had mentioned him.
The sense of confusion from his connection with Ambraz made him smile sadly.
"He was-"
For the next half an hour, he slowly told Ambraz everything he knew about his father, which was very little, and how it had been one of the things that connected him with Greldo. He knew that the Ganvil knew a lot already, but he decided it didn't matter. Besides, as he added how it made him feel, he could sense Ambraz listening quietly, his own emotions dampened and in control.
As he spoke, he kept an eye on his soulforce, and when it dipped to twenty percent, he slowed the shrinking process down until his soulforce regeneration was higher than the drain so it would slowly refill his soulscape.
"Feel better?" Ambraz asked when he finally stopped talking.
Irwin held back a snort and thought for a moment before nodding.
"Yes," he said, slowly pushing the raw feelings down to inspect another time, hopefully to stop them from being ready to influence him.
"So, how are we going to get that body double card?" Ambraz asked. "Have Greldo try and steal it, or…"
Irwin hummed thoughtfully.
"No. I'm going to wait till Greldo returns and ask him to find Elder Sigora to see what she knows about Haborth Serin Ungaryt and what card he needs. If possible, we are going to reforge the card he needs so we can trade."
"And if we can't?" Ambraz asked.
Irwin leaned back, pondering it.
"If we can't, we are going to see if we can use the final charges of the template card," he said.
"It might crumble and fail," Ambraz said.
Irwin nodded. "Can we reforge a card into something that is worth more-"
"More than a second life card?" Ambraz hissed before bursting out laughing. "No, I don't think so. There are very few true second-life cards, and those are nearly always slotted by the person finding it. In the rare case that it's not clear at first glance what it is, and the cards are put on auction, it's one of the few reasons wars have happened between larger powers."
"What about in the other main branches?" Irwin asked.
"I don't know. It might be harder or easier," Ambraz said. "There are far more powerful carded there, so it could be that no cards like this ever show up, or… Or perhaps there's more because there are more portal worlds that get farmed."
"If we get it, do we slot it in the sixth slot?" Irwin asked.
"I don't know. It depends on what the resonance and other types are like," Ambraz said. "If it fits, we could, but it will make all other parts of your third soulcard weaker. If it doesn't fit, we will keep it for the next soulcard and add only cards to improve it."
Irwin kept staring at the wall. Very slowly, he realized he didn't really have a choice. There were too many things that required him to be stronger, and he had a way and a solution. Unless he could find another card, he would slot the other growth card to increase his chances of creating cards from ambient soulforce. It was the only concrete plan he had to increase his power and his ability to make others more powerful. That meant that he would need to go back to the gas giant and stay there untill his third heartcard was done. Worst case, Lasther had warned other Guidar about the location, and he had to flee.
What was some time anyway? He was already close to unaging… No. Time was easy, even if it would be boring and horrible.
He shivered at the idea of having to remain at the gas giant for years… decades… he had no idea how long it would take to fill his soullake again. Would the Chaos Whales still be there?
Ambraz snorted. "Kid, instead of worrying about things in the future, why don't you think about that shadow card for Greldo?"
Irwin took a deep breath and rose to his feet.
"You are right," he said as he pulled a shadow card from his soulscape.
It was a simple stealth card that allowed someone to be hard to see in the shadows. With some sideways reforging, he could probably turn it into a shadewalker card or something very close to it.
"Let's see what my changes did," he said as he summoned his hammer, growing it to match his oversized self.
Ambraz thudded on the ground nearby, twice as big as his usual working shape.
"This reminds me of when we were watching Vera back on Granvrox," Irwin said, recalling the female teacher in her giant shape, teaching smithing. He had been bigger than her before and was probably only a bit smaller now.
--
Greldo's mood soured as he stared the small, partially collapsed room. Like all the others, it had been empty.
Perhaps Lasther only stored things in his soulscape.
He wondered if he was wasting his time as he flowed out of the room and continued searching the ruined subterranean lair below what was left of The Holy Shadow Inn. He'd started in the center of the pit and quickly realized that nothing in that area had survived, so he quickly found the well-hidden passageways and continued, more hopeful.
Now, hours later, he had scouted most of what remained, had yet to find the Guidar's personal quarters, and was starting to think he should give up.
As he slipped through a half-inch fissure between a crumbled ceiling and the floor, he returned to the single room that seemed to hold some promise. With no other entrances and a double secret door that was so well hidden, he knew he'd have never found it if the wall hadn't crumbled. It was filled with bookcases and had a massive U-shaped desk stood in the back, burned papers and books everywhere.
After searching again and still finding nothing, he finally stepped out of the shadows.
Anxious to jump back in if need be, he looked around, sniffing and listening for anything- a trap of any kind.
Nothing happened, and all he smelled were burned papers and stone dust.
"There has to be something," he muttered as Coal appeared beside him, looking around.
"Yes, I'm sure," he muttered, glaring at the hound that was looking at him with a wolfish grin. "Stop it, and just see if you can find something."
Coal let out an amused-sounding growl and began stalking around.
Yeah, Greldo thought. He might have just kept it all in his soulscape.
It was what he'd started doing after Irwin's example. Not that he could hold even half as much inside… still, after his last soulcard, the stability of his soulscape had improved enough to hold some books, food, and cards without it being too much of a burden.
After another ten minutes, he was flipping through the books, temporarily stashing those he thought were useful in his soulscape to hand to Irwin. Without really paying attention, he picked a book from the shelf, and as he tried to pull it out, he felt a soft click run through the book. He was in the shadowrealm instantly, staring at the bookcase, expecting an explosion or poisonous cloud.
Neither happened and instead, the book remained as it was, crookedly pulled partially out of the bookcase.
After waiting a few minutes, Greldo stepped back out of the shadowrealm and pulled on the book. It didn't move further, and he looked around. Nothing had changed.
Maybe there's more?
Curious now, he began gently pulling the other books, still placing those he thought interesting in his soulscape. After a few minutes, he pulled a book that clicked as the first one. It was a few rows below and to the side of the first, and as it clicked, the bookcase it sat in shuddered.
Greldo jumped back and into the shadowrealm just as a trio of black tentacles lashed through the place he'd been standing a moment before. Their presence caused a horrifying shiver to run through the shadowrealm, the echoes of which made him back up even more, glad he had jumped back. The black tentacles lingered for a few moments before fading away and disappearing while the bookcase slid forward a few inches before swinging open like a door. A small room with more bookcases and a sitting area was hidden behind him, perhaps fifteen by fifteen feet.
Greldo swallowed as he realized how close that had been. Even though he'd expected something, the attack had been so fast it had almost hit him.
Fine, let's see what you have hidden away…
Coal sent one of his shadow clones into the room, and as soon as it entered, it was ejected out of the shadowrealm. It stood there, looking around.
As soon as Coal told him it was safe, Greldo stepped out of the shadowrealm and slowly walked into the room. He immediately felt the shadow-dampening runes pressing down on him.
Should have seen this coming, he thought. It made sense that with hundreds of shadewalkers all around, Lasther would be careful.
Walking toward the sitting area, he saw an open book on the small round table next to it. A half-filled bottle of some orange liquid stood beside it while a small crystal glass was placed across the top.
Greldo picked up the book and grimaced as he saw the sharp, angular symbols scribbled across it. It didn't look anything like the written languages he'd seen, and flipping through it, he found nothing he could read. Still, he put it in his soulscape, feeling the weight of the matter starting to weigh him down.
A good while later, none of the books in the room remained, and he felt a headache start to grow. Still, he couldn't hold back a happy smile. He'd found three dozen cards, all neatly packed in a few books, with more of the weird scribbles to the side.
"Can't read a single book in the room," he muttered at Coal. "But atleast we got some cards out of it."
His summon and friend yipped, sounding happy for him.
Greldo did a second and third check, finding two more books he'd missed the first time before leaving.
Let's see what Irwin's been up to, he thought.
He shot through the shadowrealm, moving as fast as he could. Bursting out into the city, he noticed three tiny shadow trails shoot away in different directions. Coal moved instantly, and he felt how a group of his shadow clones were sent after the three shadewalkers.
Greldo hesitated for a moment about whether he should chase them, then decided against it. He wanted to see how Irwin was doing, and Coal and his shadow clones could easily find out where they went.
The trip across the city took a few minutes, even at top speed, and as he passed the destroyed district, he saw it was crawling with people. Flitting across it, he felt bad for those who were now without a home, but from all the empty buildings he'd come across, he guessed they could find another place to sleep.
As he reached the edge of the city and dipped across the edge of the mushroom-like tip of buildings, he frowned. His sensitive ears were picking up something familiar.
Irwin?
Greldo laughed as he got a quick message from Coal about what was happening, courtesy of the shadow clones he'd left with Irwin. He plummeted down to the ruins far below, hoping his friend was reforming that card he'd found.
If I get that one and the one Roark promised, I'll only need one more to wrap things up, he thought, as he thought about his next soulcard. It would be completely shadow-based, and he had the feeling it would do more than just improve his own abilities. From what he recalled from his second soulcard, he knew the power he got from Coal went both ways.
I wonder if that means his shadow clones will improve!
As he reached the partially crumbled ruined building held up by tall pillars, he saw Irwin striking on a card, the image hovering above Ambraz. For a moment, it looked like he was the same size as he'd always been. Then he closed in and saw that although he'd shrank atleast to half his previous size, he was still atleast twice as big as he should be.
He looks happy though, he thought as he saw Irwin's big grin as he sang and reforged the card.
Greldo found a nice crook in one of the ruined walls, stepped out of the shadowrealm, and sat down. Irwin's deep voice was singing a beautiful, dark song while the sound of his soulstrum guitar flowed with it.
Fine, let's just rest… I can do with a rest, Greldo thought as he lay down. He pulled stacks of books out of his soulscape and put them beside him before asking Coal to keep an eye on them.
Ten seconds later, listening to his friend's deep song, he fell asleep.
--
Irwin felt the card's resonance slide the final bit to the side, the resulting song exactly where he wanted it to be, and he held back a laugh. It had been so much easier… so much smoother! Was this why Vera had spoken so highly of her resizing to reforge? He didn't know, but as he continued the reforging, striking the card's smudges of potential, he could see the tiny flows of soulforce as they joined the rest of the card's resonance, turning the resonating song just a bit more perfect.
A few minutes later, as he hummed the final section of the song, he felt almost unwilling for it to be over.
Striking the final blow, he looked at the card before him. The image showed a small shadowy room, the size hard to pinpoint.
He let out a sigh of joy, grinning at Ambraz.
"That was great," he said. "Why was it so much easier?"
"Kid, remember how I told you once? I don't know everything?" Ambraz said, though Irwin could hear the joy in his friend's voice.
"I remember," Irwin said as he picked up the card, now Topaz and three times reforged, and he couldn't wait to continue.
"But in this case, I do know," Ambraz said teasingly. "Apparently, reforging at a larger size allows me to assist you better, while the now honestly absurd size of your soulscape is strengthening your cards. This includes your second card's ability to increase your soulforce sensitivity. You actually kept that card at a hundred percent for the entire crafting process… something you haven't been able to do before."
Irwin raised an eyebrow as he looked at the Ganvil. "I have made hundred percent topaz cards before…"
"Yes, but that's the final result," Ambraz said. "This time, you kept it at a hundred percent at every point of the reforging. It doesn't really change the outcome, but it does show you have become a bit better again."
Irwin looked at the card, grinning widely.
"Should we continue to ruby?" he asked.
"I think you might need to see what Greldo found first," Ambraz said.
"He's back?" Irwin said, quickly looking around for his friend.
It took him a few moments to find him lying in a large cracked part of the thick wall, six feet above the ground, with multiple stacks of books beside him. Eyes closed, it was obvious he was fast asleep.
Irwin looked at his friend, then the books, and decided to experiment again. He reached out and, after a slight struggle, pulled the stacks of books into his soulscape. It was easier than a living person, but it had also been much farther away than when he'd pulled in Fuchsia.
"Just let him sleep for a bit more," he said as he turned back to Ambraz. "We can wake him and present him with his new card!"
Ambraz snorted, then laughed. "You just want to reforge more!"
"And you don't?" Irwin asked as he put the card back on the Ganvil's back.
"Of course I do! Now, what are you waiting for?"
Irwin smiled and brought the hammer down as he began humming.
Comments
Caleb Kerei
Really hoping that that carrarn showing the rabbit people who give out cards is a foreshadowing of the pinnacle that Irwin will reach.
Nicholas Del Rossi
Maybe something related to the chaos whales where the giant formed creature his giant card he could not fully slot so only took a sliver of showed him during the crafting process. The moment I started thinking about this, my brain would not stop thinking about this.
Nicholas Del Rossi
Could we get a hint? Like is it another standard style or is it related to the unnatural cards? Or is it related to the other ways people slot cards? Or is it something Irwin is going to create? Or maybe something old and forgotten that he and Ambroz will rediscover. Gosh darn it my brain wants more story! I keep telling it to be patient, but it’s hungry for more! Note I can see why I hint might not work just asking in case you think of a fun one to give us feel free to just give a taunting smiley face if all hints would give away to much.
Nicholas Del Rossi
Is a* I meant to say that it is an interesting way, just saw the typo. I was doing text to speech on my phone and missed it .
Carrarn
I had to read this a few times to figure out what you mean, then realized you meant it as an analogy. I don't think it's much of a spoiler if I say that you are on to something- I'd love to give more info, but that'd be way too much of a spoiler. Just saying, it's not a pickaxe :)
Carrarn
Changed it a bit - should flow better now. Good callout- thanks.
Carrarn
Force/Size Music/singing Runic Logic (What you refered to as coding Art ... spoilers beyond here so not copy-pasting :P
Antony Claughton
They can always upgrade Fuchsia’s card if it’s in her hand. It would just be painful….
Antony Claughton
loathe use?" ==> loathe us?” managed a peak ==> managed a peek there till ==> there until
Nicholas Del Rossi
i think it was music, force, and coding? it was the one where they saw the crafting like putting piece's of a puzzle together, ugh i cant remember for the life of me what it was called, or even a good name to fill that blank.
Caleb Kerei
Damn I love the depth of your crafting system. Cool to see why size makes such a positive difference. What were the other methods of crafting? Musical, Size, and i'm sure it mentioned other methods but can't remember you going into them.
Stephen Pearson
Thanks for the chapter! :-)
Carrarn
Agreed - I'll give it a look tomorrow after waking up :)
Govir Drauka
“Perhaps he had none but used a soulscape like Irwin, Greldo thought.” This feels out of place as a starting point for a PoV change. Too many pronouns. Something like “Perhaps Lasther didn’t have a hidden stockpile but…”
Nicholas Del Rossi
Just a random random idea, but I wonder if Irwin needs some kind of pickax to separate the ambient soul force from the rock around it separate or from the rock and once it separated, he can work with the smaller, but still massive amount required to make a. It doesn’t feel like removing this direction, but if we think of it like forging where he needs an anvil and a hammer to do so to the degree, he currently can maybe he needs a pickax or something alongside the equivalent of hands that he currently has moving the force around in order to gain that leverage that would let him break the equivalent of the rocks and get to the ore in the ambient soul force, Then he can use his fire to attune it, or something outside himself to get it the flavor and original direction cards seem to need, it’s also possible that there is some elemental or mental aspect attached to ambaint soul force that would already give it that direction.
Nicholas Del Rossi
Forging chapters and a bunch of new cards incoming? The two bod’s card is an interesting way of solving this problem. I wonder if it’s going to store the second body in his soul scape or if he can have both out at the same time connected through his soulscape. And if the card requires a second card to create a second mind like Irwin already has in a believe is in his second soul card, Or if this will give him three separate minds to think with It’s also possible that it creates its own mind, but that mind is unconscious in his soul scape unless he switches which body is outside it , Or has some way of awakening it inside of the cards effects that affect it into a card heart card, Personally, I’m hoping he waits to slot it until after he finishes his third card and instead focuses on strengthening the one he currently has and I’m reading this right that’s the current plan. Focus on forging cards from ambient soul force. Then create an entire soul card focused on his second self, or perhaps creating multiple self’s a bunch of Irwin’s standing around a giant Ambrose swinging to a rhythm created by a bunch more selves playing instruments in Irwin’s soul scape, Maybe the card doesn’t immediately let him create more than one other self, but has the potential to create infinity, but with scaling that makes creating more than a certain number almost impossible similar to how shrinking his current form will eventually reach a point where it takes more soul force than can really be gathered exponentially slows down, Maybe it will force him to create his other selves by making him fortune in his soul, scape to differing levels of quality and then forge them up until they can match his own capabilities or at the very least until their cards are the same as his and he can only create more by either successfully foraging one all the way up to his own stage or at least the fourth soul card that allows for the creation of clones, so he can only create one clone up to his rank, but his clones can also do it, although they’re not clones they listed as second selves but if each of his second selves can also have a second self and it’s tied to the card, and each of them has the card rather than tied to his soul scape and the original soul card then maybe there’s a way to make it work, maybe it gains a minor effect through some other card vines that lets him either create temporary clones alongside his other selves or some type of summon that can mimic him and he can act through. This is all, of course only if that’s the direction we end up going this may have spurred and inspiration, but we could be moving in a completely separate direction to any or everything. I’ve just put down.
