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🕑 Added 2023-06-03 17:38:58 +0000 UTCAuthor notes:
This chapter is dedicated to Ash who filled my DM with edits and grammar fixes after my previous chapter… <3 And been giving me edit suggestions for a while now.
Thank you so much! 3rd time’s the charm. <3
Chapter 85 What is Justice?
Justice is not about correcting a mistake.
it’s about taking a mistake and building some good on it.
Justice is not about righting a wrong.
It’s about doing right while acknowledging the wrong.
Noxi, Guardian of Light.
{28} Nuriss (March) the 4th
“It’s a bad idea, ki… I mean, my Queen. We haven’t established order yet, there are gangs roaming in the slums, and too many widows out there. Holding a public trial right now is asking for a riot,” Salik offers his opinion.
Almost half the city had gathered up in the square, there are over two thousand men and women here. With so many people, there isn’t enough space in the small city square that would normally serve as a market. I even spot people crowding the balconies. Salik's soldiers have to block the paved streets in order to prevent more people from getting into the square.
“If someone wanted to cause a riot, all they have to do is start killing…” Salik keeps his rant, fiddling with his awful straw hat.
“Then make sure nobody dies," I say dryly.
“You aren’t making my life easy, Your Majesty," Salik complains. "We should call off these trials.”
“A little too late for that. Kolag already announced them to everyone. If I call it off now, I’ll look like a fool, or Kolag will look like a fool.”
“Better to look like a fool than be a fool, kid. Err… I mean, Your Majesty.”
Lepp Strongarm to our left gives Salik a horrified look and Zoe tuts in disapproval.
“Don’t worry. I’m not that stupid. I’ve placed Ryon on the rooftops. If someone starts something, his orders are to follow them. Not engage, just give me their location. If someone still has some plans for this city, this is the perfect trap to get them to reveal their hand.”
Salik takes off his awful straw hat and shakes his head. “No offense to the kid on the roofs, but he’s what? One teenager? You'd place hundred of lives in the hands of a child? How would he spot who causes a riot within over three thousand people?”
“He’s a half elf who grew up in Axero’s slums. Which are way more crowded than this place. And the fact that he’s a half elf means…”
“I know. He’s older than he looks,” Salik cuts me off mid-sentence, and Zoe tuts again. “Very well, forty years on the streets of Axero is enough experience for that, you've convinced me. But you don’t need to convince me. Let’s hope your trust in his skill isn’t misplaced.”
“Let’s hope no one is stupid enough to start a riot,” I say grimly and turn my attention to the trial. Salik nods and heads back to coordinate his new recruits.
I do my best to ignore the six guards around my chair or the fact that I need to scratch my head right under that annoying tiara I’m wearing. Instead, I focus on the trial.
“…Seen him murder her in cold blood, Sir. Seen him drive the dagger in her belly, Sir.”
“Kill him!”
“Murderer!”
“Off with his head!”
That’s the last witness for the serial killer from the cells, and now the crowd is thirsty for blood. The red haired man in question is tied up to a pillory, his head and hands facing the angry crowd. The crowd does more than words, they throw everything they can at him, from rotten vegetables to pebbles. Yeah… Salik is right… this is a snowy avalanche in the making… Damn Kolag for announcing this madness…
After much deliberation and questioning all the witnesses thoroughly, Kolag reaches a judgment. “The testimonies are clear. There’s no mistake that Aridelo the Red son of no one is responsible for taking thirty eight lives of Red Cedar City’s citizens. Mothers. Fathers. Husbands. Wives. Brothers. Sisters. Sons. Daughters. This man is a true monster. In light of Noxi’s judgment, and by the Queen’s law, I sentence him to death. Execution will be carried out now.”
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Kolag lifts his claymore and steps toward the pillory to the cheers of the crowd. One would think they didn’t have enough public executions with Luard in charge…
“Wait… snakes! Please! Executions get carried after a day, not right away!” the man protests, barely heard over the wild mad cheers.
“Not with me as your Lawmaker,” Kolag replies with an echo. The long blade goes up, then hacks down the fragile nape with a swift motion. The detached head falls into the bucket with a spray of rushing blood.
“OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The crowd goes wild. Before Kolag reaches for the remains, someone from the crowd climbs on the platform and snatches the bloodied bucket, passing the head along the angry crowd.
Kolag waits for the cheers to die down, then turns to the guard, his order echoes through the square. “Bring Naura. Daughter of Gerom Mason, Daughter of Mara. Wife to Erol Sureaxe. To be judged before Noxi and the Queen for the death and murder of her own infant son Shilo.”
The guards lead up the woman in question to the pillory, while another pair remove the headless man from the spot.
“Anything you can say in your defense?” Kolag asks before they tie her up.
She shakes her head. “No. I killed my baby. I deserve death. Can you…” she gulps. “Can you please let me have poison? In private… That’s all I ask. I… I don’t want my mother to see me like this…”
Kolag turns from her and his loud voice echoes across the crowd. “People of Red Cedar City. I leave judgment to you. This woman killed her own son. An infant boy. She wants to die. She pleads guilty before Noxi and the Queen. Does she deserve death? Or another chance at life?”
“Death!!!”
“Off with her head!”
“Murderer!”
“She killed a child!”
Kolag lets the shouts wash over him, waiting for them to quiet down. “You’d condemn one of your own so easily? Was the tyranny and executions by King Luard wasn’t enough? Do you not care why she killed her child? What kind of mother kills her own child?”
“Killer!”
“Murderer!”
“Crazy!”
"Off with her head!"
“That’s right! Crazy!” Kolag’s echo is louder than the shouting. “This woman is insane. This woman had lost her sanity. Many things can make a person lose their sanity. Does she deserve death for a loss of sanity?”
“She’s dangerous!”
“She shouldn’t be allowed near children!”
“Death!”
“Murderer!”
“Monster!”
“Is the punishment for insanity should be death? Is that justice?” Kolag continues to question. A rotten tomato hits Kolag’s helmet, he ignores it and lets it fall with a red smudge to the ground. “Look at you. Today you stand down there, demanding blood. Tomorrow you might be up here with your head and hands clapped in wood and bronze. Is this justice?”
“Queen Inara!”
“A sorcerer’s word is justice! Not Noxi!”
“We want the Queen!”
“Death to Noxi!”
“Your Majesty!”
“Your Grace!”
“Go back to Sajarev, Noxite!”
“Snake Noxi!”
I’ve got to calm them down somehow… but I can’t cross his judgment out publicly. I stand up and the crowd turns silent. “Kolag. Is this woman guilty?”
“I do not know. I haven’t heard the witnesses yet.” Another rotten tomato hits Kolag’s armor.
Really? You’re going to drag this? Stupid bucket head!
“She admitted to her own guilt,” I argue.
“Indeed. She is guilty, Your Majesty.”
“What is her sentence?”
He nods slowly to himself, deep in thoughts. “I cannot condemn her to death. Not after the remorse she had shown. She is not a bad person. She is a woman who has lost her sanity for a single day, and now won’t ever forgive herself.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And if she loses her sanity again? Kill another child?”
Kolag hits his breastplate with a metallic fist. “On my honor and by Noxi’s light. It won’t ever happen again. This single time had scarred her for a life. She will not ever repeat this monstrous deed.”
“What is her sentence then?”
“To live with her scars in a city that hates her. To live with these scars with a family that won’t look her in the eye. By Noxi, this is justice!”
“Boooooooooooooooo!!!”
“Don’t listen to Noxi!”
“Off with her head!”
“Your Majesty! Execute her!”
“Death to Noxi!”
“Felul.” <Wind.> I cast an amplified ‘Breeze’ and create a strong wind around me that lifts my skirts and hair. The blatant display of magic silences the angry crowd.
I turn to face the faceless crowd. I look at them, moving my eyes slowly on theirs. “By the decree of your god, I’m your Queen. My word is law.”
“Your Majesty!”
“That’s right!”
“Thirteen watches!”
“Your Majesty!”
“Your Grace!”
“Off with her head!”
“This is my law: I do not care for Noxi. But. Kolag is my new Lawmaker. His word is my law. I do not care who he worships. Kolag cares deeply for justice, more than I ever will. If you challenge his law, you challenge me.”
The crowd stares with utter silence. I can feel their disapproval burning on my face. I’m the snaking Queen, and if this bunch of madmen can accept Luard’s executing some poor sod every week, they can accept me not doing so.
Won’t help me if they start sending assassins…
That’s what Ryon is for…
And what if he misses a threat? I can't count on him for everything...
I turn to the guards. “Let the woman go and bring the last person.”
The guard nods and unshackles the surprised raven haired woman. She backs off from the crowd and kneels in front of Kolag. “Kill me!”
“No. Your punishment is to live with your sin,” Kolag echoes.
“KILL ME!!!” The shrill scream makes me wince.
“No.” Kolag stands there, not sparing her a look.
“I’ll kill another baby!”
“You won’t,” the echoing reply is unwavering.
“I will! I promise you, I will! Kill me!” She tugs the blade of his claymore. Fingers bleeding, she tries to bring it to her throat.
Kolag gently pulls the blade away from her reach. “Take her away,” he orders the guards. “Bring Garion Gemhand to be judged before Noxi and the Queen.” Will you stop mentioning snaking Noxi already?
The crowd is deathly silent, glaring at the woman. She gets dragged away by the guards, tears streaking down her cheeks.
The bald former Lawmaker finds himself led toward the pillory. His expensive suit looks rather shoddy, and his well groomed mustache sags without its daily oiling.
Kolag raises his hand before the guards tie the man to the wooden frame.
“Garion Gemhand. You are to be judged in front of Noxi and the Queen for abusing your position of Lawmaker to execute the innocent. You are to be judged in front of Noxi and the Queen for violating innocent women, and for ordering the local guards into unforgivable acts of rape. Anything to say in your defense?”
“These are all actions of King Luard and Princess Drussilla. If I had not carried out their orders, I’d be a dead man. Judge them, not me! Am I to be judged for their actions? Just because I was their servant?! If Tasiya Keyholder had been ordered to carry those rapes, she would’ve. If she had been ordered to round up women for King Luard, she would’ve. We cannot say no to a sorcerer. Execute me if it makes you feel better, but don’t lie to yourself and call it justice, you fanatic piece of rot!” Garion spits in Kolag's direction.
Kolag lowers his head in contemplation as the guards fix Garion’s head and hands on the pillory and buckle the wooden framework.
“Very well. People of Red Cedar City. I will hear any testimony you may bring about Garion Gemhand. But I demand testimonies about Garion’s own actions. Not his orders. Not his words. Actions. Have any of you seen Garion’s hands doing the killing? Have any of you seen Garion’s committing a sin with his own body? Now is the time to step up. As before. A witness caught in a blatant lie will be executed on the spot.” Kolag lifts his bloodied claymore and leans the long blade on his shoulder.
The crowd glares silently, no one steps up for a long awkward moment.
“Anyone?” Kolag’s voice echoes throughout the square. A low buzz of chatter grows within the crowd, but no one steps up.
Kolag walks back and forth on the elevated platform, his loud metallic steps creak along the discontent chatter. After a long painful wait, Kolag turns to Garion. “Your sentence is to help the widows and orphans who lost their husbands during the war of your former king. You are to make sure each and every one of them have everything they need during the upcoming year. A pair of guards will escort you to make sure you abide by your sentence. That’ll be all.”
At Kolag's nod, the guards release Garion from the Pillory’s frame.
Garion turns to me and bows deeply. “Thank you for your true justice, my Queen.” He walks down to the crowd. The crowd parts, oddly making space for him.
I stand up and address the crowd, raising the pitch of my voice to be heard. “In two weeks I’ll hold a hearing in the palace. I’ll meet with three elected representatives. One from the rich merchants of this city. One from the slums and the gangs. And the last from the craftsmen and workers. I do not care how you elect your representatives, but know that they are your way to improve your daily lives. They’ll bring your urgent needs to my attention, and I’ll take care of them.”
The crowd listens to my speech silently, but I know that if someone below spoke up, they’d barely hear me. I really need to learn a spell that increases my voice…
“In addition. The former tax rate of 50% on all trades, will be lowered to 10% instead. I’m not here to squeeze all of your hard earned gold. That’ll be all.” I turn to leave, with six of Salik’s guards at my heel.
“All hail the Queen!”
“Hail! Hail!”
The crowd chants behind me. I didn’t do anything… 50% tax is unreasonable… I need to grow trade and make this place livable to attract people… the last thing I need is 50% tax…
“Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail the Queen!”
“Your Majesty we love you!”
Yes! Cheer for me! Lick my boots my little pawns. Serve me!
What? No! What the snakes?!
Yes! Snake! Give me some time and I’ll make you eat Kolag’s snake too, my little sheep… Call my name!
“Queen Inara!”
“Your Grace Inara!”
“All hail the Queen!”
Yes! Good pawns!
I shake my head to shake my thoughts away and keep walking. They’re people! Not my pawn! What in the five hells? I shouldn’t think things like that! And why are they cheering for me? Some weird and sick religion? I’ve done nothing to earn their loyalty…
They’re no more than stupid sheep who follow their shepherd blindly, and I am their shepherd now… They’re mine! Mine!
Stop it! Just stop! I need to get out of here… I’m going to puke…
I make my way toward the palace, doing my best not to stumble and empty the content of my stomach. Zoe, Salik, and Kolag follow solemnly behind me. We enter the palace’s gates. I glance at the greenery with the lavender and rose bushes to the sides, but there’s no sign of my peculiar old gardener.
The palace's gates close behind us, but I can still hear the crowd cheering from behind it.
“Have you lost your rotten mind, kid?” Salik turns to Kolag. “Did you have to announce these snowing trials today of all days? We haven’t established which of the soldiers is even on our side and who is a corrupt sellout who’d rape women under orders. We could’ve had riots back there! They’d drag you off the stage and tear your rotten helmet off! What do you think would happen then, huh?”
“Justice prevailed. Even a crowd like that had to accept true justice when it was presented to them,” Kolag says it like a mantra.
“No, kid. What they accepted was rotten money, that’s what they accepted. Inara lowered their snowing taxes. It’s the only reason we don't have a demon running loose in this city. You have no idea what it’s like to manage a city that’s been recently conquered, do you?” Salik palms his forehead and his straw hat topples off his head. It stops on his back, held by a string around his neck.
Kolag turns to face the older man. “Yes. I do. I’ve been a part of a conquering army. The justice of Noxi is accepted all over the world. No one…”
Salik snorts and shakes his head, bushy eyebrows raised. “I don’t know who sold you that venom, kid, but it’s a pile of snow. Plenty of places around the world despise Noxi. The same way the fanatics of Noxi despise orcs, goblins, and arcane wielders.”
Kolag tilts his head. “Hrmm… I’ll take that into consideration. I assume they hate Noxi because they don’t know about his justice…”
Salik heaves a heavy sigh, shakes his head to himself, and turns to leave. “I’ve got soldiers to manage. Inara, I’ll follow your request, but I estimate it’ll take me at least a week.”
I nod. “Take as long as you need. Just make sure no one in the army is on anyone else’s payroll. You can offer a magical gem to those who bring proof of bribery, and get Kolag to execute them publicly. The last thing we need are soldiers who open gates and doors for assassins and thieves.”
“I will not execute a man for taking a bribe,” Kolag states with an echo.
“Fine. I consider it an act of treason when coming from my army. You are the Lawmaker for the people Kolag, Salik is responsible for the law within the army. It’s up to Salik how to deal with treason, and he will be the one making the executions.”
Kolag blocks my way. “You won’t be better than Luard if you start executing people left and right.”
I look up at him, not taking a step back. Rot my snaking height. Why can’t I be taller?! “There’s a difference between executing a woman who refused to sleep with you and executing a solider for accepting a bribe. The former is done over an injured ego, the latter is done to uproot corruption and scare the other soldiers from doing the same. Salik won’t go above three executions unless someone acts stupid. I reckon he won’t need to execute more than one or two people.”
Kolag grunts. “It’s not about…”
“Inara, if I may?” Salik interjects. “Let me take care of this. I can uproot those people without executions. I have my methods. I’ll take the extra funds you offer. I promise you, within a week or two, there’ll be no more corrupted guards.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And how do you plan to do that?”
He smirks and fixes his awful straw hat, lowering the brim to cover his eyes from the sun. “Simple. Going to spread the word that a guard who brings me a person who tried to bribe him will receive double the amount offered to them from me. Greedy people who take a risk for money would also take a risk to betray a shifty employer. We have the funds, and we can seize the funds of the said shifty employer. No need for executions.”
"And if a corrupt guard just grabs someone off the streets and claim that they attempted to bribe them?"
"Then the man will lose his salary. I wasn't born yesterday, kid." Salik waves his hand and turns to leave the palace. “Speaking of executions,” he says as the guards open the gates to the palace. “Ryon didn't stick to the rooftops like you've ordered him to, he's got something for you. He’s inside.”
“Thanks.” I head toward the palace. I wonder what Ryon did now…
“Master?” Zoe pipes hesitantly, smoothing her long gray and white uniform.
“Yes?”
“Why do you let them talk to you like that? You’re a sorceress. You’re an emissary of Jalier, a speaker for a god! They need to treat you with respect.”
I’m really starting to hate this cult of an island… “For me, respect means speaking your mind freely. If you hide behind pointless tact, you disrespect me. Speak your mind freely and don’t hold back, are we clear?”
“Yes, Master.” She nods rapidly.
“Now let’s see what Ryon found for me.”
I enter the palace and find a corpse of a young beautiful woman at my feet. A group of young maids hovers a few steps away from the scenes, peeking and whispering to one another behind Tasiya’s wide back.
“Caught da’ sneaky thief. I got her. A shame. Good jugs.” Ryon crouches near the corpse, chewing on a piece of grilled chicken. A small pile of bones and a plate of chicken wings near the corpse gives it a very surreal feeling.
I eye the chestnut haired woman in the black leathers, the daggers in her belt, and the bloodied mask that’s hanging loosely around her neck. This is an assassin, not a thief. “What was she after?”
Ryon stands up and cleans a chicken bone from its meat. He swallows and lets the bone fall into the blood that’s pooling around the dead woman’s neck region. “She try free that baldie rich peep. The one that needed to die today.”
She tried to free Garion… interesting. “Any idea who sent her?”
“Nah.”
Garion has a backing... I'll need to look into it. “Think you can find out?”
Ryon shrugs. “I can try, boss lady. No promises.”
“That’s all I ask. Good luck, and keep watching for more sneaky thieves like that.”
“Ye, sure. Can I have da silvers for the shavi place?”
“Shavi place?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, the shavi place with all da ladies with da big jugs. They wanna snake for silvers.”
Right… Koshavi’s temple. “Sure.” I hand him a few golden coins.
“Gold is bad. I don’ have da stash yet. Gimme silver.”
I roll my eyes and hand him a few silver coins, taking my gold back. “Have fun, but don’t forget to watch over my palace and my rooms.”
“Yeah yeah.” He leaves, waving a hand.
I crouch near the corpse and start going through her belt and items. With luck, she carried orders on her...
But no such luck. All I find are bronze daggers, a pair of ropes, some charcoal, and a hairbrush. “Clean this up,” I order the Tasiya.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Her maids spring into action, dragging the corpse away and scrubbing the blood from the floor.
“You allow him to kill like that?” Kolag asks in a dire tone.
“Yeah. I allow you to kill like that too.”
“This is different. The boy doesn’t have any common sense. He could kill an innocent.”
“That ‘boy’ is at least forty years old. Probably more. He could kill an innocent if I ordered him to, but he won’t kill an innocent without a good reason.” I hope so… He did kill a mother without blinking back in Axero… But it was under a ‘job’, he has no reason to kill anyone here… Why did the hag send him with me?
Does it matter? So far he killed three assassins around my palace… Someone is clearly scheming. “Tasiya. As my new spymaster, I order you to find who’s responsible for the three assassins lurking in my palace. Get to it.” She knows to coordinate with Marasi…
“Yes, Your Majesty.” She curtsies lightly and heads toward the kitchen, leaving her maids to take care of the corpse.
“You’re right,” Kolag echoes. “We should focus on whoever sent this woman first. I’ll then look after that b… guy and how he decides to kill.” He turns to leave.
“Exactly." I stop him with a hand on his metal covered arm. "Kolag. How do you know you’ve made the right choice with your judgment back then?”
“It felt right,” the response is unwavering.
I raise an eyebrow. “Is justice about what feels right? To the crowd, it felt right to kill all three of the accused.”
He pauses, lowering his head in contemplation. “Hrmmm… It felt like Noxi himself was guiding my actions.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s just another way to say: ‘it felt right.’ Kolag, it’s not an answer.”
“You do not understand because you do not worship a god, my love. Believe me, the gods are there for their believers, they guide our actions. Some rare believers like Jerro, even hear the voice of their god.”
It still doesn’t answer a thing. Even if a god tells him it’s the right thing to do, it doesn’t make it right, who’s to say that the god is correct? I twirl my hair around my finger. “Ok. Never mind. I trust your judgment. I have way too many things to take care of, let’s continue this conversation another time.”
“Agreed. I still need to establish my Peacekeepers knights.”
*~*~*
Interlude 85.1
Olfgram Gemhand.
Nuriss (March) the 11th
She let Garion go.
The new brat let Garion go.
It’s been a week, she made no contact with Olfgram or his people.
She made that knight her Lawmaker, and he’s one hell of a blockhead. Her General somehow has more pull over his men than Olfgram’s people do. And yet, she let Garion go, and lowered the taxes, giving away so much more profit to Olfgram.
What is she playing at? Is she truly unaware of Olgram’s presence? Or just pretends to be stupid?
Dana enters the cellar, closing the heavy iron door behind her. After making sure the iron door is secure, the woman joins the rest of them around the table. She’s wearing a revealing blue dress tonight, never a good sign when Dana wears a revealing dress.
She lowers her head toward Olfgram, showing a major part of her bountiful chest. “Thousand apologies, Sir!”
“Apology for what?” Olfgram frowns, his white brows creasing.
“You told us to lay low. I should’ve listened. I… I sent one of my girls to release your brother, Sir. It was before the trials, I didn’t… I didn’t know the Queen would release him, Sir. They cut her throat.”
Olfgram swallows a curse. She should've reported this a week ago. He can't get angry. He cannot lose his calm in front of his subordinates. Not now when they're all threading on thin ice. “Did your girls spot who did the killing?”
“Yes, sir. But their report is… odd. My girls reported that some orc kid did the killing. We can’t spot him anywhere, my girls have been looking all week.”
An orc child? That is odd indeed. Orc children aren’t very smart, and orcs in general are not very good at subterfuge, it goes against their very nature.
“I do not like what I hear, Dana. But given the circumstances and the fact you’ve tried to free my little brother, I’m willing to look past your transgressions.”
“Sir! Thank you, Sir.”
Regihold snorts, brown eyes leering toward Dana’s cleavage. “And your fat jugs save you again, ma flower.”
Dana glares daggers at the brute. “And you never mess up, because you and your thugs have the brain of a pea. Lord Olfgram doesn’t trust you with any real work.”
Olfgram smiles under his mustache, neither of them is entirely wrong. Dana is pleasantly fun to be in bed with, if only his wife was this good. And Regihold is only good for brute force.
“Only because you…”
Olfgram raises a hand and cuts the bickering off. “That’s enough. Next week we’ll send a representative to meet this so called ‘Queen Inara’. This could be her invitation to us. Dana, you’ll represent the slums. You know our needs, and this is your way of making up for the melted snow you’ve left at my doorstep.”
“Yes sir!”
Regihold snickers. “Will you go as the representative of the rich yourself, Sir? I love this little Queen. Do we have someone to represent the middle class too?”
Olfgram shakes his head. “No. I’ll be sending my dumb son again, just like we did with Luard. We still don’t know what the Queen’s intentions are, this will be a good test of her intelligence and ambitions. As for the middle class…” Olfgram pauses, contemplating. “Let them pick their own representative. They’re irrelevant.”
“Yes sir!” Regihold bows his head.
*~*~*
Power level: 3rd stage apprentice.
Mana pools status:
Crown-knot: Affinity 10: formed: 1 gem replenished per five minutes.
Neck-Bridge: Affinity 6: formed: max amount of gems drained per day: 66
Abdomen-storage: Affinity 5: formed: 6 gems. Conversion ratio: 6:1
Air: Affinity 4: formed: 18 gems
Fire: Affinity 2: formed: 9 gems
Light: Affinity 3: formed: 14 gems
Water: Affinity 6: formed: 27 gems
Earth: Affinity 1: formed: 4 gems
Wood: Affinity 2: formed: 9 gems
Gravity: Affinity 9: formed: 40/41 gems
Cantrip known:
Air: Shavi’s Breeze, Shavi’s Sword. Shavi’s Hair Dryer, Aria’s Enhanced Hearing. Aria’s Sonic Scream.
Fire: Nuriss’ Flame. Effrat’s Firefly, Effrat’s Fire Breath. Sorladika's Lesser Heating. Nuriss’ Ignite.
Light: Noxi’s Light. Lako’s Blinding Light. Rika’s energy hand.
Water: Water Evocation, Water to Ice, Ice to Water, Water to Vapor, Vapor to Water, Mayan’s Icy Spike, Ayla’s Water Jet. Ayla’s instant freeze.
Earth: Alice’s Oil Summoning, Reiko’s Acid Spray.
Wood: Arigor’s Lesser Vines. Kolosu’s Vegetable Summoning.
Gravity: Lumina’s Kinetic Burst. Tukado’s Repulse. Tukado’s lesser shield. Imari’s Minor Telekinesis. Imari’s Jump. Leo’s Pull. Leo’s Grounding. Alino’s Light Body. Alino’s Heavy Body.
Spells known:
Gravity: Alino’s Weightless Bodyb.
Life: Brigit’s Lesser Cure Poison.
Focus capability: 13 patterns
Social status: The Queen of Red Cedar City. Inara, Daughter of Mysteries. Apprentice to the Maven of Mysteries. Sorceress.
Wealth: 1496 Magic Gems. 1421 Golden Peas, 5 Silver Scales, 12 Copper Bits.
Items:
Magical necklace. Contains 100 gems of general mana, can be drained like a mana pool. It’ll recharge by itself at the rate of five gems an hour.
1 potion of lightning body.
1 potion of mana, medium grade.
4 potions of Lesser Healing. Self made.
An enchanted belt with eight pouches, the enchantment keeps the pouches’ content fresh. Each pouch may contain 10g of petals or six potion flasks.
Fresh rose petals, 45g
Fresh lavender petals, 20g
10 empty soul bottles. Glass with a diamond stopper, put in scaled leather wrapping.
The Great White Egret grimoire. Dedicated by the Maven of mysteries to Inara. 11/100
Companions:
Kolag of house Befar
Salik
Zoe
Ryon
Languages:
Toml’a <People’s tongue> Fluent
Sinteo <Speech> Fluent
Myrsha <Gravity> 7/10
Felul <Wind> 1/10
Injuries and scars:
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Kingdom’s treasury: 305 gems. 41,682 gold coins.
Kingdom’s citizen: 6,021 humans, 2,251 human children.
Notables at Court:
Tasiya Keyholder
Jolla SilverQuill
Talbot Bookkeeper
Marasi Chef extraordinaire (spymaster.)
Old Gardner Tiom
