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A Soldier's Life - 330 - Progressing In Alchemy
🕑 Added 2025-01-18 04:43:04 +0000 UTCChapter 330: Advancing In Alchemy
The week alone was better than expected. Konstantin only bothered me for short evening practices and spent the rest of his time with Gilda, trying to uncover other hidden monsters in the goliath city. The old man really needed to learn how to relax to take a vacation. We would be hunting manticores again soon, and Konstantin was also on the lookout for Navek, who was out hunting alone.
My daily trips to the market and apothecary helped break up the long sessions of watching and managing alchemical processes. The innkeeper said other patrons complained about the smells, but a few large silver coins persuaded him not to room anyone on my floor, and I agreed to keep the windows open. The inn was less than half full, so it wasn't costing him anything business.
The pendant of clarity was just as advertised. It perfectly complemented my alchemy, and I felt a heightened awareness and insight effects as I worked. However, running more than one alchemy refining process at once was difficult. It was doable as long as all the processes were focused on a single product. However, trying to make a healing salve and spearmint mouthwash simultaneously gave me a splitting headache—pun intended.
The purification and freshness of the spearmint mouthwash ingredients made them catalyze brightly when I added aether. The more visible the aether reaction, the stronger the brew. The mouthwash had more of a menthol flavor. It also opened up the sinuses and cleared up a stuffy nose, healed teeth and gums, and freshened breath for about three days after use. I just preferred peppermint over spearmint, but none grew on the island.
The healing paste was a simple antiseptic and healing accelerant. The ingredients were common and relatively easy to purify, but once again, the catalyzation process was more intense than expected. I found the resulting paste had a significantly extended its shelf life. This healing paste could stop bleeding and prevent infection, but it wouldn’t close a wound; it would only enhance the body's ability to do so.
The healing salve I tried next was more potent, as it could knit flesh back together in addition to the benefits of the healing paste. It resembled a weaker, topical, lesser healing potion. Once again, the ingredients seemed to combine much better. I began to suspect the plants on the island might be contributing to my successes. I was sure I was doing a better job refining compounds from ingredients—but not that much of a better job.
On one of my shopping trips, I found a halfling alchemist in the city to ask for some guidance. Walking into his alchemy shop, he abandoned his lab in the back room to talk to a potential customer. The graying halfling had a smile too big for his face. “Aren’t you just all muscle! What can I get for you today? A stamina brew? Some infused tallow to improve your complexion? Oh, I know! You need a draft of love potion!”
“Um, no. I was hoping to discuss alchemy with you,” I said, a bit shocked. Was my skin complexion bad?
The halfling deflated, “I am not taking apprentices.”
He seemed about to return to his work, but I stopped him. “I was just wondering if the island flora and fungi are more potent than elsewhere,” I asked, causing him to stop mid-stride. He turned, looking me over with a different eye. He walked up to me, his eyes level with my belt, and sniffed me. I was certain he was trying to smell if I was an alchemist.
He nodded to himself, confirming I smelled like I had been in a smoker and soaked my clothes in a dozen different plant juices. “Yes, the ingredients are easier to work with here on the island. That’s why I settled here with my wives. They’re not as potent as dungeon ingredients, mind you, but they’re better since there’s a prominent ley line nexus under Voleta Mountain.” the halfling said. Voleta was the local name for the largest mountain on the island. He walked behind his counter to get on a platform so he wouldn’t have to look up at me to talk. “I am Alchemist Firaan Softbough. Ask your questions,” he waved his hands a little impatiently, glancing at his lab.
After introducing myself, I led with my biggest question: “Eryk Marko of Fortuna’s Chosen. My catalyzation has been stronger than expected.”
He didn’t let me finish before answering, “Yes, yes. Fresh ingredients catalyze much better. The issue is transporting brews to the continents. They lose their efficacy on the long ship voyages.”
“Why not set up portals like they do in the Telhian Empire?” I asked.
He blew a raspberry, “Pssssshhh. “As if there are any powerful displacement mages among the goliaths. Or any powerful mages at all! There are very few goliath alchemists, too, yet there are hundreds of potential synergistic flora and fungi in the jungles, shoals, and slopes unexplored!” The halfling’s excitement mounted as he spoke.
This halfling was not one of the prominent alchemists in Eternis, but he appeared extremely competent. “Do you have a local lesser healing potion formula, then? The goliath alchemist I talked to said there was no reliable combination on the island.”
“It is not a large island, dominated by mountains running down the center, but there are giant bees. Their honey can serve as the base.” I nodded, as that was a standard base for the healing potions. It really depended on what flowers the bees got their pollen from in determining the potency of the refined honey. Firaan continued, “As for other active ingredients, guava and passion fruit work, just not well. Cacao beans work, but they need to be roasted and pressed for a liquor that the goliaths prefer to drink than use for alchemy.” I did a double take as the translation amulet worked to give me the familiar names of fruit and cocoa plants from Earth.
I borrowed a sheet of paper and a pencil and began taking notes from Firaan. He was experimenting with various local plants and fungi that weren't in the books I already had. Unfortunately, his focus wasn't on healing potions; he was looking for recipes for anti-aging and curing disease. This was challenging because when you encountered a new ingredient, there were multiple compounds you could purify from it.
His best original recipe was for infused tallow from mountain goats. It wasn’t anti-aging per se, but it did rejuvenate the skin, making you look younger. Unfortunately for Firaan, goliaths were not vain, and the elders were respected. His goat fat cream also had a very short shelf life of four months. He gave me a few purifications I could try, all using the giant bee honey as a base for a potential lesser healing potion that could be drunk. Any potion that could heal internal injuries would be very valuable.
To thank Firaan for his time, I bought the entire stock of his goat cream, 32 jars, not that I thought I needed it, but maybe Castile would appreciate it. I purchased the ingredients and had numerous failed experiments, most of the time creating a weak potion. I was an ideal potion tester with my self-purify and self-healing spell form. Still, it was not fun when your body rejected an alchemical brew.
Konstantin found me in the market near the end of the week, “Navek is back in the city.” Konstantin handed me just over a hundred gold coins, my part of the reward the Eternis Council had granted for the doppelganger. I followed Konstantin across the city to talk with Navek. During our training sessions, I had told Konstantin everything the Seer had told me, and he didn’t trust her—but he did like the crotchety goliath hunter. My guess was he saw a lot of himself in the manticore hunter.
An hour later, we were buying Navek a feast at the same tavern where we had met him. He looked a bit thinner. As the food started to flow, Konstantin asked, “How was your hunt?”
“Not good. I briefly trapped one bull, but it thundered off into the woods. Then I came back here and found that Honored Maveith has taken down a dozen manticores in a month!” He eyed us angrily before smiling. “I don’t mind; the only good manticore is a dead manticore. I don’t care who kills them.”
Konstantin and Navek exchanged hunting tales. Navek was impressed with the doppelganger kill and eager to learn more about the werecat in the city. So far, the werecat hadn’t killed anyone, which made Gilda anxious. I contributed where necessary, but my mind was focused on my alchemy, planning out more combinations to try.
Getting a little tired of the huntsman talk, I pressed forward with why we were here. “Matron Namao, the Seer said you were looking for the dungeon on the second largest mountain.”
Navek dropped his wooden utensils. “That old woman is a deceitful witch,” he said, spitting out the words. Konstantin and I looked at each other. Navek continued, “She knows where the dungeon is but won’t tell me. What did she tell you?” His tone was aggressive, and the veins on his gray bald head throbbed.
Konstantin nodded to me to answer. “She said you were getting close to the dungeon entrance on the second-largest mountain on the island. She said we should seek you out to lead us there.” Okay, so maybe I was stretching what she had said a bit. But it did cause Navek to lean back and relax a bit, contemplating.
“Did she now?” He said as I could see his thinking behind his green eyes. “The last time I climbed Nashota was a year ago. Reached the icy and snow slopes and didn’t find a thing.”
“Which face of the mountain?” Konstantin asked, pouring Navek some goat cream mixed with rum.
“The sunrise side. It took me two days to climb, and there’s no clear path once you get past the jungle. You’re just as likely to die in a rockslide, avalanche, or freeze to death. If the manticores spot you climbing, and you can be sure they’ll trigger something to bury you under.” He downed the drink and licked his lips, making a puckering sound.
“Suppose you two will be escorting the Honored Maveith up the slope to find the dungeon now?” Navek said after savoring the drink.
“You are welcome to come with us,” Konstantin said. I looked at him, a bit surprised, but he just shrugged.
“I work alone,” Navek said flatly. “But your group does seem competent and successful. You shouldn’t hold me back too much.” He said in an obviously joking tone. “I have never been in a dungeon. Have you?”
“A few,” I replied quickly. “I don’t know how to kill a dungeon, though.”
“I am sure we can figure it out once we find it,” Navek said, hiding his excitement, offering his first hint at a smile. I think that was his way of agreeing to accompany us. Maveith and Raelia were due back in two days, so I let Konstantin and Navek work out the preparations for the expedition.
I returned to my alchemy and studied the spell form for the mind fortress. I was getting closer, learning both in the dreamscape and from the physical book, but I hadn’t imprinted it in a week. I could hear Baldo’s claws clacking on the wooden floorboards in the hallway, and I was sure Raelia’s soft footsteps walked beside him. The door swung open, and Baldo stood there with a black saddle that was too big for his frame. He was still preening, showing it off. Raelia was grinning behind him.
“It looks majestic,” I offered, putting down the spell form book and turning down the heat on some processes in anticipation of a reunion.
“It smells like a dryad’s ass in here,” Raelia said as the smell hit her. She coughed and covered her nose.
“You have got to tell me how you know what a dryad’s ass smells like,” I retorted back.
She just rolled her eyes at me and entered the room. Baldo was sneezing and reluctant to follow. “Baldo will grow into the harness. The strap cinches can be let out, and the saddle shifted if need be. It is the perfect size for me.” To demonstrate, she swung onto Baldo’s back, and he took her weight with ease. Now, keeping her aloft in the air would probably strain him.
“Is Maveith back too?” I asked as I approached Raelia for a kiss. Baldo sneezed, covering me in griffin spittle and snot. He was allergic to something in the room. Raelia quickly removed the harness and saddle as she answered.
“We traveled back together. I think Myra wore him out, and he’s ready to get some rest hunting manticores,” she said coyly. She indicated the griffin rider saddle, “You can store these for us, and after you take a bath, I can show you how well-rested I am.” She looked around, audibly sniffing the room. “But maybe we should get another room.”
Later that evening, in a different room, and after getting reacquainted in clean sheets, I told Raelia about our quest to find the manticore dungeon. She was excited until I told her we would have to climb a mountain. She was still committed to joining us. Baldo joined his saddle two days later, and my group with Navek set out to climb Nashota Mountain.
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Comments
Adam V
Ch 330 edits: It perfectly complemented my alchemy, and I felt -[a] heightened awareness and insight effects as I worked. I found the resulting paste had a significantly extended -[its] shelf life. “Pssssshhh. -[“]As if there are any powerful displacement mages among the goliaths. If the manticores spot you climbing, -[and] you can be sure they’ll trigger something to bury you under.”
R. Maxwell Steele
I guess the only smart Race in this series is the Orcs. The humans and elves and goliaths all want to kill the infinite resource machine.
Silver Beard
I would have thought the Dungeon would be on the ley line which the halfing pointed out. The biggest rather than the 2nd biggest.
PatronTurtle
Ahh, so no instant swapping out gear for different situations or even in the same battle. Good to know
Eriach
TFTC
Erick Thiemke
probably going to recon the coffee beans from teh shimmering labrynith. dungeon coffee would be a stimulant
Erick Thiemke
there is an acclimation process to artifacts. granted, the only one mentioned so far that takes a long time is the ring of sustenance
Erick Thiemke
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Erick Thiemke
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Erick Thiemke
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hrs
"you got to tell me how you know what a dryads ass smells like?" should be "you've got to tell..." if it is a statement. or "you going to tell me...?" if it is a question
Mark Corwin
You are doing great! Thanks for a fun story. Would be cool if he could figure some cool alchemist shit out. Maybe some hot chocolate stamina potion. Or a cool healing potion from a newly discovered plant.
Mark Corwin
Yet!
Ivan Kanewske
Konstantin and I looked at each. Navek continued, Looked at each other.
Ivan Kanewske
Navek, who was out a hunt of his own. Out on a hunt
Chachi
giving me witcher vibes hopefully he master’s alchemy maybe even make some poisons aswell or other potent potions
PatronTurtle
What happens if Eryk stores an alchemical item mid process? If it's time locked like everything else, then he could do all the prep work individually with Focus then take off the necklace for the times he needs to wait on a process to complete
Salvo
The mental fortitude of Eryk hearing about chocolate on the island and NOT making any, unreal!
Andrew
Thank you!
Erick Thiemke
1st of 4 for cycle I think. I know I missed World Sphere yesterday since I missed a day of writing. I am rereadin the last 10 chapters of that story to work on the next chapter of book 4 for that story
