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Wizard's Tower - Arc 2 - Chapter 29
🕑 Added 2021-06-29 16:30:01 +0000 UTCI couldn’t help but frown as I gazed at the newest tower attached to my wall. Lutha had arrived that morning with fifteen other dwarves from her clan. They’d been cast out from her home in Sena City due to some dwarven clan hierarchy rules that I didn’t quite follow. She didn’t beg for refuge, but she didn’t have to. I was more than willing to accommodate her and her family’s needs, though she brought some interesting news with her.
Apparently, the Pestilence wasn’t simply our problem, but a problem that originated in the vast underground tunnels that lay beneath the ground. During the war with the Seafolk gods at the end of the last age, they had flooded many of the tunnels with saltwater in an attempt to drive those that lived beneath out. While they weren’t successful, much of that water remained and it provided a perfect breeding ground for the Hydra. Now, the dwarves were fleeing to the surface to escape.
My frown, however, had nothing to do with the reasons they came nor the news they brought. I frowned because of the addition of a third smaller tower, this one opposite of the other two. It meant that I was slowly losing my much-desired separations from the trappings of civilization. If this continued much more, I’d have an entire town built up around my tower.
The newest tower, still shorter than mine, housed all the dwarves and their kilns. While Ram had been a blacksmith, his wife’s family were simple potters. The bog seemed to provide the clay they could work with and they were happy with their new location. I couldn’t see myself doing their work. The idea of being around a kiln when the summers were already hot just didn’t appeal to me. Then again, these were a people that enjoyed living beneath the earth, so their sensibilities might not be entirely aligned with mine to begin with.
It was as I looked down from atop my tower, I noticed the aldruane had gathered around the new tower. While I was certain they had been warned against harming any residents or guests, I felt the need to ensure that they were behaving themselves.
I hadn’t made it two steps beyond the door to my tower when the nature elemental in my ivy cried out to me.
Master! Save us! Her musical words whispered across my mind and her falsely beautiful face twisted into one of pain and horror.
I glanced around but saw nothing that was attacking them, “From what?”
The faces among the flowers turned as one toward the tower that housed Loralie and the others.
Do you not feel it? The mana from that tower? Please! I shall be forever grateful!
It was curious that there was something that could frighten these nature elementals, and I couldn’t help but suspect a trick or a trap. With my [Mana Sense], though, I did detect a small trace of death mana originating from the tower. It should be enough to harm the nature elementals, but perhaps it was their opposite.
My tower had a bridge that led from its door to the gate, but the other towers only had doorways that led outside. It meant that I would need to walk outside my tower and along the wall to reach theirs. I still hadn’t committed to a shape for the fourth-tier earth elemental I planned to task with guarding my front door, but now I was considering ideas that would include bridges to the other towers.
When I arrived at the tower, I knocked but received no answer. Feeling curious, I entered this tower for the first time. The inside of the first floor seemed to have been constructed in a way that mirrored my own tower, though the fireplace was unlit logs and it had none of the elaborate gem and copper decorations I had made. The stone table that curved around the fireplace was a smaller version, but with wooden cushioned seats in contrast to my stone ones.
No one met me inside, but I could sense the death mana grow stronger. It was a clear sign of necromancy at work, as most necromancers aren’t formally trained enough to place wards to contain their excess mana. That they even had excess mana was a sign of inefficient spellwork.
With a sigh, I began walking downstairs to where the mana was originating from, the two underground levels of this tower having been divided into laboratories for the mages to work. Upon entering the room the mana came from, I was confronted with a very haphazard and cluttered necromancer. To either side of the room lay vast piles of death crystals, a type of crystal that resembled obsidian but grew solely around crypts and old battlefields.
In the center of the room, the necromancer Pyl was humming as he stitched together some amalgam of dead beasts with a needle the size of my forearm. His back was to me, and he seemed deep in concentration, happily working on his creation. I knew too well the irritation one felt to have their work disturbed, so I turned to grasp one of the crystals from the pile and cast a second-tier enchantment that would cause it to gather and absorb all the free-floating mana.
“What are you—oh! Master Nemon, welcome,” Pyl said as he turned from his work to see me.
I lifted the crystal and held it up before me, “Necromancer Pyl, why is there death mana leaking all over my tower? There are children that live here.”
I meant it more as a light scolding or gentle ribbing from one practitioner to another, but his reaction showed me he didn’t take it that way.
He bowed to me three times as he spoke, his words tumbling out quickly, “Wizard Fargus, please excuse my actions! Dead flesh is easier to animate once the area is saturated with death mana. I did not think it would spread so far so quickly!”
I waved his words away as I began pacing around his laboratory. It was a complete mess, and I didn’t see how he accomplished anything. Parts of beasts, scrolls, tomes, and what looked to be a dirty robe all in one pile. Animal teeth were mixed in with crystals. The wooden table he worked from was missing a leg, with a large femur jammed in as a replacement. I tsked with every mistake I saw, and he flinched each time.
“Necromancer Pyl,” I began, “You are a mage in service to humanity. One who’s spells may yet save an entire race. Your race, not mine. What would happen if you discovered a spell that slays the hydra but misplace the reagents needed to cast it underneath all of this?” I asked and waved my hand at a random pile of frozen monsters.
He looked down ashamed, and I watched him for a few moments. “Why did you not ask for assistance in organizing? I have two mages at my beck and call that I pay for such matters.”
He cringed again, but this time an undead rat with additional tails attached all over its body jumped atop a pile and hissed at me.
“Tails, no!” he cried as it leaped towards my face.
I simply stepped aside and watched as it flew and landed into a different pile of dead things.
“Come here, Tails,” Pyl called and wiggled his fingers as if he were calling a dog.
“What is that?” I asked, out of morbid curiosity. I could see a tuff of the stiff dead hair on the thing scrape of as it crawled out of its pile.
“Tails is my undead familiar, a creature I made to assist me,” the necromancer answered, though by his tone he seemed to fear reproach. Tails began scurrying across the floor towards the man.
“How does it assist you?” I inquired. I had two animals, a parrot and a tortoise in my laboratory awaiting my decision, though the parrot spoke more to the ex-slave than it did me.
“Tails, he fetches things when I ask,” Pyl answered.
“Does he?” I felt a little shocked that an undead of such low quality could handle such a complicated tasking as fetching a specific item. Especially, if that item was in one of these piles. With a wave of my hand and the use of earth manipulation, I constructed a few alcoves. “Please have it put all death crystals in these, sorted by size.”
I watched the necromancer whisper to the rat-thing and then kept watching as it began to do as instructed. It was interesting to see that it was capable of what it had been told to do. I created several more alcoves, a bookshelf, and mounted the enchanted death crystal I held along the wall. After a satisfied nod to myself, I turned to the young necromancer, “Come with me. I have a tome or two on warding in my study that will help you to construct a ward that keeps all death mana contained. One should always take precautions when before you experiment.”
Tomorrow's post may be delayed for personal reasons. Letting you all know in advance!
Comments
Allanther
Fixed, thanks!
Jason Hornbuckle
"Apparently, the Pestilence wasn’t simply our problem, but a problem that originated in the vast underground tunnels that lay beneath the ground. " I'm going to bet that all underground tunnels lay beneath the ground
Paerofar
always take precautions when before you experiment.” when before >> before
merr49
It should be enough to harm the nature elementals, but perhaps it was their opposite. It shouldn't be
Oliverthms
is everything ok?
Beeees!
Fargus being real helpful rn
Dee
Hope all is well! Still loving this story, thanks for the chapter!
