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57. A Little Pot Full of Questions
🕑 Added 2020-04-11 18:01:01 +0000 UTCEveryone who participated in the hunt received a share of the bounty--five eltaak, plus another five for the meat, hide, bones, and razors--for a total pool of ten eltaak.
Mulallamu and Haoleise each got two extra shares for leading the party and dealing the killing blow. Integnei received an extra share for teaching the apprentices. That left two eltaak for me and Teila, the other apprentice. Except, Mulallamu and Haoliese each voluntarily gave up half a share to me for finding signs of the cat’s passage when the party lost its trail.
Two eltaak--twenty days worth of peasant labor--wasn’t a bad haul for a morning’s work. As for the cat’s silverlight, it was split evenly into six equal portions, with every member of the party receiving a portion. The sixth was set aside for taxes.
9 silverlight gathered. 8 absorbed.
While Mulallamu reported to the Lodge Master, Integnei skinned and butchered the carcass. He explained each step of the process, especially the tricky bits where the tentacles joined the shoulders. A wrong cut there could easily spoil the hide. I watched and waited patiently, biding my time.
When the two of them were finally (finally!) done, I cornered Inneioleia at his desk. “I am a brother of the Hunter’s Lodge. When do I learn magic?”
Seeing the hunters’ magic in action had been amazing, and I was anxious to learn what my options were. I might’ve been a little intense, because Inneioleia backed up to open space between us.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, you are qualified to choose one qi or mana spell. Wait here.”
Inneioleia unlocked the trap door and went downstairs to retrieve two books. One looked like it was covered in a tawny animal’s hide, while the other was covered in beaten silver.
He gestured for me to sit. “If you cannot read, the books have pictures to show each spell’s effect. If you have questions, ask me.”
I flashed back to the first time I cracked open the Dungeons & Dragons Player’s Handbook. There was something--well, magical--about the experience. It was a chance to be someone different, someone powerful. It was an act of pure imagination.
I carefully opened the hide-covered book on my lap. The pages were vellum, if not made from sheepskin, then something close. Each page was beautifully illuminated, decorated with images in gold, red, and blue inks. Supplementing the pictures was text written in a clear, clean hand.
The tawny book contained ten qi spells. The silver one contained five mana spells. There were no actual runes or instructions in either book though, just descriptions. No doubt it was a security measure against people with good memories making off with more than they were allowed. (Drat it!)
The qi spells were:
- Bear’s Strength increased a person's strength.
- Collaut’s Hide thickened and toughened the skin.
- Dog’s Agility speeded up reflexes.
- Hawk’s Eye improved visual acuity and long distance vision.
- Iron Heart improved the body’s resistance to damage.
- Cat’s Claw enhanced the cutting power of slashing weapons.
- Ram’s Head added power to blunt weapon attacks.
- Spiral Pierce improved the attack power of piercing weapons, including arrows.
- Camouflage changed the color of a person’s skin, and at higher Skill levels, their belongings.
- Nature’s Spring rapidly accelerated the body’s innate healing powers.
The mana spells were more of a mishmash:
- Air Shield created a round shield of dense, turbulent wind in front of the caster.
- Hollow Night made one disappear to all senses, but the person casting also lost all sense of the world.
- Night Eyes allowed one to see in the dark.
- Scentless Hunter dampened odors, and at higher Skill levels, also affected qi and mana emanations.
- Spark shot a bolt of electricity at a target. Not as intense as lightning, the spark was still enough to temporarily lock up muscles and interfere with attacks.
I grilled Inneioleia; asking about effect sizes, durations, and possible improvements through practice. He humored me at first--about what you’d expect from someone talking to a precocious child--but as my questions continued, his expression became more and more solemn.
It turned out that spell runes were short cuts; a way to quickly stamp mana into a pre-ordered and usable form. Real magic was an act of weight and ritual; taking time, resources, and intent to build. Inneioleia pointed to the initiation ceremony last night as a good example.
There were people whose whole lives were dedicated to observing the flow of mana during rituals in order to distill them into runes. Inneioleia explained how Hollow Night was actually an advanced magic--one used by an order of magician clerics to understand the nature of silverlight--but that a simpler version was created and gifted to a Hunter’s Lodge for a service performed. The rune was then passed from lodge to lodge, and included with the first selection of spells because it was so helpful in Oh Shazbot moments. (My words, not his.)
“So there are more spells?” I asked.
“Yes, of course, but the ones in these two books are wise choices for new apprentices.”
“And the lodge gathers more spells when it can?”
“Again, yes. How else are we to strengthen ourselves? To feed our Families and defend them from the wild things outside our villages?”
“So--” I let the word draw out, thinking. “If someone brought a new spell to the lodge, that would count as a contribution, right? And they could then choose another spell?”
“Yes.” Inneioleia’s eyes narrowed. “What do you have?”
I had three spells, except I wasn’t sure I was allowed to share Healing water. Not without Ikfael Glen’s permission first. Nothing indicated the spell was a secret, but my preference was to stay in her good graces. Besides, it was the polite thing to do. The other spells I found on my own, so they were fair game.
“I found two from the animals in the forest,” I said.
“You can tell me, but the forest’s easy secrets are mostly known. It is rare to find new spells.” He leaned back with a sigh. “I have seen the one that makes the air freeze. We have it downstairs, but it is not useful enough to be included in the first book.”
All right, strike one. Wait, no--that was a bad analogy. I only had two shots at this. Hopefully, giant parasitic worms were more rare than unicorn deer. “The second spell I call Anesthetic. It makes the target feel no pain.”
“I have heard of such a spell, but it belongs to the Healer’s Lodge.” Inneioleia frowned in thought. “If you brought it to the Hunter’s Lodge, then yes, that would be a contribution, but we would need to negotiate with the Healers first. They are protective of their secrets and not a good group to anger.”
“How do we do that?” I asked.
Inneioleia went back downstairs to retrieve a silver orb the size of a walnut covered in intricate designs. “Hold this and bring the rune to mind. Give mana to the orb, but do not cast the spell.”
The orb was warm in my hands, and when I followed Inneioleia’s instructions, it became even warmer. When he saw I was done, he took it back and must’ve inserted his own mana, because the rune’s three-dimensional image appeared in the air above the orb.
Inneioleia nodded when he saw everything was in order. “I will send the orb to our lodge’s Grandmaster in Albei. It can be used five times. The first was a test to make sure the rune was stored properly. The next three will be for confirmation and negotiation. The last use will be kept for our lodge’s records. The level of contribution will depend on the negotiations with the Healer’s Lodge, so we must wait until then. In the meantime, you can still choose one spell.”
I licked my lips. How could I choose just one? All of them looked interesting and helpful, which was probably the point, but still… it was painful.
“Can I think about it?”
“I encourage you to do so. Talk to the other hunters. Not all are blessed with the touch of qi, but half are. Learn from them.”
“What about mana? Can any of them cast those spells.”
“Mulallamu has Night Eyes. Haoleise has Scentless Hunter.”
“What about you?”
A wry smile spread across Inneioleia’s face. “My memory isn’t strong enough for the runes. My Blessings lay elsewhere. And it’s my fortune that the Lodge Master’s magics are all rituals. As they should be, not every candidate for Master will be Blessed with the ability to use runes.”
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I spent the rest of the afternoon tracking down my lodge brothers and sisters to get their advice. After the first couple, word must’ve gotten out, because the others started hiding from me. If they were in the village and not doing anything pressing, they tucked themselves away in the village’s nooks and crannies. If they had Skill in Stealth or hiding magics, they used them. My search for answers turned into a village-wide game of hide and seek.
At first, I thought I was being hazed, but then it hit me that this was the Lodge Master’s “learn by doing” approach in action. Once I understood that, the experience transformed from a pain in the ass into a learning game.
I remembered to look up when a hunter dropped down beside me from a longhouse’s rafters. Another popped out of a hole covered with drying hay. Why was there a hole? No reason other than it was a good place to hide from searching apprentices. My lodge brothers and sisters took their games seriously. I respected that.
Once I had a better sense of the ground rules, I worked my way methodically through the village and found the rest. There were only two who eluded me: Haoleise and Mulallamu.
Haoleise used both Camouflage and Scentless Hunter, and the combination was just too much for my Uncanny Tracker to overcome. When I passed by him for the second time, he dismissed the spells in order to answer my questions.
As expected, the two spells combined were incredibly powerful, especially when sitting still. Camouflage was slow to adapt to color changes, so any movement had to be slow and careful. Running the spells concurrently was a drain on both qi and mana, but that also meant the strain was spread over two stats.
Mulallamu, on the other hand, used her version of at one with the land to stalk me. She found me early on and followed behind as I searched the village. It took more work on her part to avoid my finding her, but as long as she stayed out of my sight, I was completely unaware.
I’d come back to the pyramid to regroup and restart my search for her, when she tapped me on the shoulder and ruffled my hair.
"I'm sorry, Soteiqu, but my Family needs me and I must stop our game. Quickly ask your questions, then I must go."
"Soteiqu? What's that mean?"
Mulallamu laughed. "A Soteiqu is a little pot full of questions."
I grimaced. "Don't tell me--"
Her grin spread. "Oh, yes. We all agreed. It is a fine nickname."
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Well, it could've been worse. Nicknames were a thing in many cultures, and some of them could be quite rude, even if they were affectionately given. I'd just have to save her life later and have her call me Zasha.
Inside, I rubbed my hands and laughed evilly. Until I asked my questions, that is. When I found out that she had me in her sights for over an hour, chills ran down my back. Let’s remember to stay on her good side, I thought.
###
"Good evening, Soteiqu. Did you find what you needed?" Inneioleia didn't laugh like Mulallamu, but he couldn't keep the twinkle from his eyes when he used my new nickname.
"Mostly, thank you, but I would still like to sleep on the decision."
Inneioleia quirked his head. "Sleep on the decision?"
"To think about it overnight and decide tomorrow."
"Ah, I understand," Inneioleia said. "The ancestors can speak to us through our dreams. Perhaps yours can guide you. To sleep on it--yes, that is a good expression. It is unexpectedly wise for one so young." He smiled and gave me a pat on the head. “Then I will see you tomorrow morning, after you have slept on it.”
“Actually, I have another question. Are the spells in the books here at the lodge. Will I have access to my choice right away?”
“Some are kept here--Dog's Agility, Hawk's Eye, Camouflage, Spiral Pierce, and Nature’s Spring--but the rest we must send to Albei for. The message would travel with those going to market and come back with them. On the tenth day of the week.”
So, it'd only be a few days. That wasn't terrible, especially since we'd be in Voorhei during the wait.
“If there’s nothing else, I will wish you a good evening--”
“If you don’t mind, there’s something I was wondering about. There’s a Grandmaster of the Hunter’s Lodge in Albe, right? Does that mean our lodge is part of the one there?”
“That’s correct,” Inneioleia said. “All the lodges within Albei’s territory are children to the parent lodge there.”
“And what about other cities? Are we connected to their lodges?”
“We belong to the same Family of the Hunter,” Inneioleia said, explaining. “Another village’s lodge is our cousin. Another city, our respected uncle or aunt.”
“I see, thank you. That’s helpful.”
“Good. Then good evening.” Inneioleia turned to his desk to go back to work.
I was halfway out the door when I pulled a Colombo and asked another question. I didn’t have the TV detective’s rumpled trench coat, but I did my best impression. After all, if they were going to call me a little pot full of questions, I might as well live up to the name, right?
“Sorry, I have one more question--something that’s been on my mind. You don’t mind, right? We have qi and mana spells, but what about body power? Why don’t we train in it, since it’s so useful during the darkest days of the year?”
Inneioleia frowned. “The foundations of body power are simple--they are a person’s Strength and Constitution. Develop them, and the body’s power grows alongside them. To do more than that though needs changing the body. The rituals, medicines, and methods to do so are all kept as close secrets by those who practice them. And those who practice them come very close to being Lost.”
“Lost?”
“It’s what we call those who eat darklight--them and their children. They’ve strayed from the path of perfection and become lost.”
I rummaged in my memory for what my Status Camera said about the bandits I’d killed. If I remembered correctly they were described as human but also-- “Dolbec and Iisaak.”
Inneioleia’s brows rose. “You know of the Dolbec and Iisaak?”
“I rescued my Family from bandits who were described that way.”
“Those who you met were descendants of the original Dolbec and the original Iisaak. Those two warriors grew strong on darklight and passed their Talents onto their children and their children’s children. Now they are a people, a Lost people.”
“Is it really so bad to be Lost?” I asked.
“Everyone who chooses to pursue power must face countless decisions about the paths they will take. Yes, there is their Path, but also what Skills to train and how true they will be to the Gods’ Intent. Do you know of the Gods’ intent?”
I shook my head.
I was still standing halfway through the door, so Inneioleia gestured for me to come and sit. He looked like a grandpa about to tell a family story, but not one of the pleasant ones.
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In the beginning was the Imperfect God, first of all things. Alone in the void, they anguished over their great imperfection and set themselves to grapple with it--to subdue and hew, to tear and beat down--but to no avail. Their imperfection marred every action. It lay like a bad seed at the heart of all the Imperfect God’s actions.
The Imperfect God thought long upon their dilemma, and they decided that if they alone could not achieve perfection, then they together with another’s eye could. Another eye to see the imperfection at work. Another eye to guide imperfection to perfection.
And so the first of the Imperfect God’s children was born, Aethas the Watcher.
Now, the Imperfect God knew that anything they created would be imperfect, so they watched Aethas, just as Aethas watched them. Together, they would then both achieve perfection.
It was, however, not to be. The imperfections were insidious and difficult to identify. Not even the Watcher could identify all the roots and shoots that bored their way through thought and action. Seeing the wisdom of their original plan, Aethas convinced the Imperfect God to create nine more children.
Thus were the first Ten: Aethas, Tenna, Heiddilei, Soota, Trintilie, Barakas, Agraza, Diriktot, Cothus, and Meliune.
And yet even the first Gods were not enough. The bad seed spread among them and turned each away from the others to pursue their own intents. The power of creation was in their hands, and so the world was born, the air and waters that nourish it, the plants and animals that move through it, and everything other little thing was made by the Gods as they searched for their own paths to perfection.
All was chaos, and hope fled from the Imperfect God. What was once a bad seed, now took root in all things. It was a time of strife and suffering. Darkness flowed like sap within every creature.
The Gods reflected and regretted their choices. They gathered to watch and think; to decide how to make right their mistakes. Long did they watch, and long did they discuss. Fear had taken hold within them of their own imperfections. They could not decide for fear of making things worse.
Cothus loved the Imperfect God. He grew frustrated with the other Gods’ hesitation. And so in secret, even from his twin brother Diriktot, he nursed a plan to separate imperfection from perfection. He went against the counsel of the other Gods and unleashed his plan upon creation.
And so silverlight and darklight were made manifest in the world. And so did Cothus fall, rejected by the other Gods for acting without their approval and stamping creation with his will alone.
Creation grew even more chaotic. Life and death intertwined, as plants and beasts hungered for silverlight and darklight. The first peoples were ill-equipped to defend themselves from these powerful creatures and died in the multitudes. They pleaded with the Gods to save them from the suffering.
The Gods once again feared to take action. Diriktot saw his brother’s imperfect intent and saw how he could create order from the chaos; to give it shape and purpose. One day, while the other Gods continued their talk, he built a great clockwork and set it into motion. Like his brother, he set his will upon creation. Like his brother, he fell. Thus was the World Spirit born.
Order slowly came to the world. The plants and beasts grew, but so did the people. Seeing that good was possible, even though it was imperfect, the other Gods gave their Blessings, Curses, and Gifts to the world to help bring it into even more balance.
That world then is this world now. Silverlight is the good seed--those who gather it seek perfection. Darklight is the bad seed--those who gather it immerse themselves in imperfection. They are both Power, but one follows the Gods’ Intent and the other does not. That is why those who stray are considered Lost.
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I sat there thinking about the world’s creation story and wondered about its accuracy. Given that I’d actually met a god, the odds were pretty good that it wasn’t just a fable. Inneioleia likely put his stamp on the story--filtered it through his beliefs about the world--but the bones of it, they were probably real.
I’d take it with a grain of salt for now. Anytime you classified whole peoples as Lost--well, that was a red flag. A big one stamped with the word racism. But this was another world. Maybe there really were “naturally” evil creatures. I didn’t think so, but I’d be careful, just in case.
"Will there be anything else, Soteiqu?"
I shook my head. There was already enough to think about for now.
"Are you sure?" Inneioleia asked. “You don’t have any more with which to bother your Lodge Master?”
“Yes. I mean no. Yes, I’m sure. No, I don’t have any more questions.”
“Good,” Inneioleia said with a wry smile. “Good. If you had, maybe we’d call you Inteiqu instead.”
“Intequ? What’s that?”
“Little mischievous devil. Now get out of here. I will see you tomorrow. Remember that you must be here early to guide Dwilla to the corpses you found.”
I gave him a quick smile and a nod before fleeing. The last thing I needed was another nickname.
Comments
ZaA
While I'd like to agree with you, the way I'm seeing this, is going for plugging weaknesses is like deciding to bring a tent during a few hour hunt, and because you took a tent, you can no longer take a gun, only a bow(and arrows). Shoring up weaknesses is good, but the best way to shore up his night time weakness, is to not be in a bad spot when night falls. Whereas whenever he DOES go out, he will 100% be able to use extra damage. IF he takes a shot, and hits something, and that something doesn't die, he can either run, or with your abilities, he could camouflage himself and maybe try again, but doubling or tripling the damage could make you not have to deal with that at all. Of course, if THAT doesn't kill it, then he's in trouble, but if he's stupid enough to pick a fight with something that strong, he doesn't deserve his life anyway lol. There's a lot to think about though. Both piercing and camoflage are QI spells. I feel like self learning Spiral Pierce or Camouflage wouldn't be nearly as difficult as something like Scentless Hunter or Spark Shot. Although, of course, it'd be difficult. If he plans on not hunting for a while, I'd personally try to self learn spiral pierce, using the logic of treating qi like the striations in a guns barrel to propel an arrow, or some other spiral ideas. If he learns it on his own, I'd probably take scentless hunter or night eyes, but if not, I'd personally take the damage. You don't need defense in a 1v1 if they're dead. (unless you're being tracked.. then good luck)
Adrian Gorgey
It's a matter of opinion. Hiding better is definitely a priority, both for hunting and escaping monsters. Getting better at hiding will always be a smart choice. But as we've seen multiple times so far, there comes a time where your only option is to attack. Since he's already pretty proficient with One With The Land, and will only get better with training, it seems like it'd be a good idea to shore up his offensive arsenal. Not to mention using Piercing Shot on arrows, it could also make his spear much more effective. In the end he should obviously get both, though! The only thing better than attacking an enemy with overwhelming violence is ambushing them with overwhelming violence!
tibbish
More damage is hardly a bad thing but I'd think something that either lets him hide better or see in the dark would be more important over all. Plugging those weaknesses for him seems like it'd be a bigger bonus.
Adrian Gorgey
Hmmmm... if I think about what would be most useful in a pinch, Spiral Pierce seems like the clear winner. When it comes to survival, Eight's strongest point is to attack with his bow and arrow from afar. That's the safest route and the most effective. The problem is that some beasts have defences that can't be overcome by his current equipment. Poison helps a lot, but it has to actually pierce them first. That's why I think Piercing Shot is the best way to improve his survivability at this moment. As for spells, a stealth spell like Scentless would synergize well with One With The Land and be more useful in everyday life, although Night Eyes is a close second as it would allow him to hunt at night, and Air Shield would be the most practical is a direct battle (which we know is coming). Just my thoughts!
