Chapter 119: Jevin
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Chapter 119: Jevin
Tala bade goodbye to the three Refined and followed Jevin down a short hallway to a large workshop, deeper in the tree. Terry remained on her shoulder, content to play at sleep. Maybe he actually does sleep, some of the time.
She couldnt begin to understand what half of the tools were in the space, and the partially completed projects might as well have been arcane spell-forms for all the sense they made to her eyes.
There were weapons and parts of weapons; mechanical constructs, partially or wholly inscribed; bottles filled with glowing liquids; jars with organic parts held in suspension; a single glass cylinder with something that looked, and moved, like ambulatory mud; and there were books and notes in piles and stacks throughout.
Jevin spoke, drawing Talas attention back to him, So, Mistress Tala, where would you like to begin?
What do your inscriptions do?
He paused, frowning. That is not whatWhy are you curious about that?
Well, when you broke up their spell-form, it looked like you were somehow manipulating your aura, and your spell-forms were clearly activating, even if I couldnt see the magic in them, specifically.
Jevin looked at her a bit closer before nodding in understanding. You have always active mage-sight. Clever, if you can take it. He smiled and gestured to two reading chairs beside a large bookcase, positioned for easy conversations. To answer your question: My scripts almost entirely deal with perfecting my dexterity with and authority over my aura. So long as my inscriptions last, if I am conscious, I have unbreakable control within my auras reach. The words were spoken with utmost humility as a simple fact.
They settled into the chairs as Tala thought about his words. Thats a bit terrifying.
For humanitys enemies, it is. He smiled, then, and Tala saw a fierce glint in his eyes.
Glad Im human. Thank you for sharing that. She frowned. Wait. Why would you need to increase your authority over your own aura?
Oh! Thats simple, if less so to explain. You can control gravity, yes?
I can.
So, you have authority over gravity?
I do.
So, why not immediately crush all your enemies, regardless of where they are, with a thought?
Well, I can, if I can target them. I mean, I have to take it in measured steps, ramping up.
Why are you limited to those you can easily target? Why must you be measured?
Well, to do otherwise would require too much power.
Why?
Wellits harder?
Exactly. He smiled.
Tala was frowning. They sat in silence for a long moment, before she started to nod. So, youre saying that I dont have complete authority over gravity. My authority is resisted, or contested, so I am limited in what I can do, and it is difficult to achieve certain things.
Well reasoned.
Her eyes widened at the implication. Soyou are like a god within your aura?
He laughed at that. No, no. I simply increase my authority. I do not remove all resistance or gain unassailable power. My control is such that none should be able to shake it, but it can still be opposed.
There was a lot there that Tala would need to unpack, but she thought she needed more time to consider, before pursuing it further.
Now, what else is on your mind?
Tala pulled Kit off of her belt and began taking Leshkin weapons out.
Wait. Are those the weapons you want to combine with your soul-bond?
Thats right, if they will improve it.
One moment, then. He went to a nearby table and rummaged around before he returned with a round pad, connected to a metal rod by a finely woven, golden cable. Please set your weapon on this circle. He placed the circle on the side table that was between the two chairs.
Tala pulled Flow from her belt.
Oh, please remove the training scabbard. That is what the sheath is, correct?
It is. She complied, setting Flow down on the device, blade bared.
Jevin picked up the first Leshkin weapon, a sword, and touched the rod to it. The rod turned red. This is incompatible with the current state of your weapon. We could force a union, but it would ultimately weaken it.
Tala nodded, and continued to pull out weapons, saving the best for last.
Sadly, every weapon registered as red.
Finally, when there was a sizable pile of Leshkin armaments beside them, Tala pulled out the juggernauts glaive. It wasnt easy to withdraw, given its size, but she managed to do it without feeling too awkward.
A pressure fell over the room, much more palatable here in the magic-poor, city air than it had been in the forest. Jevins aura expanded, surrounding the weapon and containing its power.
That. He looked to her, then back to the massive glaive. Its a juggernauts weapon?
It is.
That must be some story.
Tala indulged him, trying to make it interesting without over-embellishing. It only took a couple of minutes, and when she finished, he was nodding.
We should discuss your spell-workings at some point. I imagine we could learn a bit from each other.
Tala frowned at that. What could I possibly teach a Paragon? Still, she wasnt going to say no. Sure.
He took the weapon from her hands with a flex of aura and touched the rod to it. The metal turned a yellow-green. This is compatible, but it wont improve the strength of your weapon very much. He frowned, looking at something in the magic surrounding Flow. That is a form changing weapon? He nodded to himself, not needed her to answer. That makes sense. Melding these two will give you another available form, as well as a slight improvement to the weapon as a whole. Mainly, your weapon will have more mass, both magical and physical, at its disposal. Thus, it will be able to hit harder, should it not cut through what it strikes.
Flow has yet to fail in a cut, but I suppose hitting harder when it eventually happens would be good. And I can turn it into a glaive? That was a pure win.
Ill have to learn how to fight with one. She could do that.
Lets do it!
He smiled. We can schedule a time. Tomorrow morning work for you?
She frowned but nodded in resignation. I suppose. Id prefer to do it sooner.
I do apologize. Mistress Yenna is just finishing up a refresh of the workspace that would best facilitate this merger. I dont wish to give you a shoddy result. She only came down to this tier for afternoon tea with her colleagues and me.
I appreciate that. So, well go to another tier for the working?
Yes, the facility on the sixth tier is more capable of working with Archon level materials.
Tala gave him a searching look. So why are you down here?
He smiled at that. Well, my current work is on items without any sort of bond intrinsic to their design. I have a theory that items not built to be bound end up being stronger than those designed with that goal in mind.
Oh? Why?
Well, if a table has two legs, is it stable?
Well, no? She thought for a moment. Maybe?
What if I told you that each leg was actually designed to hold a table on its own. Now, do you think the theoretical two-leg table is stable, or not?
I see what you mean. Something that is useful, powerful, and stable on its own will make for a better result, after the bonding.
Thats my theory.
Tala nodded. That makes sense. But back on the topic of my weapon: what would the cost be? I am a Mage protector for the Caravan Guild, if that factors in.
He grinned back at her. I think, as a show of inter-guild solidarity, we can do it at cost, then. Four gold should cover it. It might flex up or down a bit, but well know before we enact it.
Four? Last time I melded something with this weapon it cost half that.
And the weapon seems to have become more powerful as a result. It is now more stable, with greater magical weight, and it will require more power and material to work a true melding. I wont leave you with a magical patch that will explosively break off in a decade or two.
Talas eyes widened in shock. What?
Those are each close to eighteen thousand pounds, Mistress Tala.
Oh I probably dont need something that heavy.
He grinned. Probably not. You want something to drop on enemies, likely augmented by your gravity manipulation?
Thats the idea.
Ill see what I can come up with. Talk tomorrow?
Sure. After a moment, she nodded. If I fell from a great height, within my dimensional storage, would I survive?
Jevin glanced to her belt, the scripts around his eyes dancing to life with power and subtle light. Hes not hiding his power anymore? A static space. Axis and kinetic isolation. He was nodding. Yes. He answered simply.
Could I get out?
Have you never been in your storage?
Well, I have, but never with it closed.
Ahh, so youre more asking what would happen if you were closed inside or if it landed upside down?
Landed upside down?
He smiled at that. If it were open, upside down, what would you see?
The ground?
And could you push off of it?
To move the bag? No. Her eyes widened. Oh! Oh yeah that would be bad.
Youd need to close the bag and reopen it to correct the orientation. Or, you might be able to work your fingers between the ground and the edge of the storage item, then apply force to flip the pouch over.
Kit has dimensional wait. How did you read the scripts within the pouch? She looked down, noticing for the first time that Kits magic was easily visible. Their spell stripped Kit of iron, too. Tala shuddered. What would have happened if Kit explosively, dimensionally realigned with the world around us?
So, you had the bag defended as well, then. Kit? Youve named your storage?
Seemed reasonable. I have to think about Kit in some fashion, and Kit is shorter than dimensional storage, pouch, or any other moniker.
Fair enough, I suppose. He nodded. I imagine that you were going to referenceKits dimensional defenses, the ability to minutely affect the world around it.
Thats right.
It would probably land as you desired, yes.
Good to know. After a moment. So, would I be able to get out?
Ive no idea. Lets find out. He gestured to an open space on his floor.
I dont Tala hesitated. If he meant me harm, there is literally nothing I could do about it Alright. She answered hesitantly.
She still wasnt a fan of the level of trust it required in a stranger, but that requirement only existed if she ignored her utter helplessness, even outside of Kit.
Ok, Tala. Lets do this.
She shifted her shoulder, jostling Terry a bit. Hey, wait outside?
Terry opened an eye and then flickered away.
Tala set Kit on the floor, pulling it wide enough for her to climb in. Before she could reconsider, she dropped through. Tala immediately focused upward, watching the opening.
Jevin grunted. Fascinating. It seems very capable of avoiding interference by most people. Im having trouble grabbing the pull cords.
Tala absently refilled Kit. Im already in here, might as well.
A moment more, and he let out a sound of success. There we go. Closing! If you dont come out in a minute, I will open the storage. Agreed?
Agreed.
The opening shrunk, then vanished entirely.
Tala controlled her breathing. Its alright, Tala. You chose this. She looked at the top of the ladder, in the dim but sufficient lighting.
Nothing. Smooth.
She climbed up and placed her hand there. Still nothing.
Blessedly, the space hadnt altered any. It was as both Ingrit and Jevin had said.
Even so, Tala wanted out.
As soon as the desire crystalized in her mind, her hand moved upward, pushing through the previously solid ceiling. She stuck her other hand up and pulled them apart.
The opening reappeared and easily opened to full size.
She climbed out, back into Jevins workshop.
She looked around and found it dark. What?
Terry was curled up on a bench to one side, apparently sleeping. Nothing new, there.
Mistress Tala? The voice sounded off.
Master Jevin? She looked towards where the voice had originated.
It is you! Stars be praised. A hunched figure came into the workshop on shuffling steps. He looked old. A white beard covered his face, and wrinkles decorated his features.
Whats going on?
Terry lifted his head, regarding them with a hard to discern expression.
You didnt come out, and I couldnt get your device back open. He gave a sad smile. Its been His eyes unfocused. Eight hundred years? He nodded slowly. Yes, nearly that.
Talas eyes widened, and she settled back on a nearby stool. No.
Im afraid so.
Tala looked over to Terry. Terry, for his part, looked between the two of them, then stood slowly, shakily raising one taloned foot towards her.
Her eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. Archons of your rank dont age. Terry, what are you doing? Youre probably as immortal as an Archon. Why would you be shaky? She looked around, the lights were dimmed, but there werent any windows. The only reason it would be dim is if Jevin had lowered the lights.
Jevin hesitated, then straightened with a smile. Fine. The beard and wrinkles vanished. It was worth a shot.
Terry flickered to her shoulder and bumped her cheek. She glared at the bird, but his expression seemed to convey amused ambivalence. So, Tala turned her glare on Jevin. What was that!? That was horrifying.
He shrugged. Thought it would be funny. He gave a cough, scratching the side of his nose. Didnt work out quite as Id hoped.
Yeah, it wasnt that funny.
He cleared his throat, seeming slightly awkward. Anyways. It seems like you had no issue getting back out. Id suspected that the item would respond to your desires and allow itself to be opened from the inside. In fact, Id wager that if you hadnt been willing, I wouldnt have been able to close it. He hesitated. Well, at least not without breaking it in some way.
Tala was still a bit thrown by the odd attempt at a joke but tried to move past it. Well ok then. This is why you shouldnt trust strangers, Tala.
Is there anything else? He smiled sheepishly, clearly feeling a bit bad for his clumsy attempt at humor.
No I think thats it.
Very well. Then, I will see you tomorrow morning for the melding of the weapons?
That sounds workable. Thank you.
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Chapter 119: Jevin
Tala bade goodbye to the three Refined and followed Jevin down a short hallway to a large workshop, deeper in the tree. Terry remained on her shoulder, content to play at sleep. Maybe he actually does sleep, some of the time.
She couldnt begin to understand what half of the tools were in the space, and the partially completed projects might as well have been arcane spell-forms for all the sense they made to her eyes.
There were weapons and parts of weapons; mechanical constructs, partially or wholly inscribed; bottles filled with glowing liquids; jars with organic parts held in suspension; a single glass cylinder with something that looked, and moved, like ambulatory mud; and there were books and notes in piles and stacks throughout.
Jevin spoke, drawing Talas attention back to him, So, Mistress Tala, where would you like to begin?
What do your inscriptions do?
He paused, frowning. That is not whatWhy are you curious about that?
Well, when you broke up their spell-form, it looked like you were somehow manipulating your aura, and your spell-forms were clearly activating, even if I couldnt see the magic in them, specifically.
Jevin looked at her a bit closer before nodding in understanding. You have always active mage-sight. Clever, if you can take it. He smiled and gestured to two reading chairs beside a large bookcase, positioned for easy conversations. To answer your question: My scripts almost entirely deal with perfecting my dexterity with and authority over my aura. So long as my inscriptions last, if I am conscious, I have unbreakable control within my auras reach. The words were spoken with utmost humility as a simple fact.
They settled into the chairs as Tala thought about his words. Thats a bit terrifying.
For humanitys enemies, it is. He smiled, then, and Tala saw a fierce glint in his eyes.
Glad Im human. Thank you for sharing that. She frowned. Wait. Why would you need to increase your authority over your own aura?
Oh! Thats simple, if less so to explain. You can control gravity, yes?
I can.
So, you have authority over gravity?
I do.
So, why not immediately crush all your enemies, regardless of where they are, with a thought?
Well, I can, if I can target them. I mean, I have to take it in measured steps, ramping up.
Why are you limited to those you can easily target? Why must you be measured?
Well, to do otherwise would require too much power.
Why?
Wellits harder?
Exactly. He smiled.
Tala was frowning. They sat in silence for a long moment, before she started to nod. So, youre saying that I dont have complete authority over gravity. My authority is resisted, or contested, so I am limited in what I can do, and it is difficult to achieve certain things.
Well reasoned.
Her eyes widened at the implication. Soyou are like a god within your aura?
He laughed at that. No, no. I simply increase my authority. I do not remove all resistance or gain unassailable power. My control is such that none should be able to shake it, but it can still be opposed.
There was a lot there that Tala would need to unpack, but she thought she needed more time to consider, before pursuing it further.
Now, what else is on your mind?
Tala pulled Kit off of her belt and began taking Leshkin weapons out.
Wait. Are those the weapons you want to combine with your soul-bond?
Thats right, if they will improve it.
One moment, then. He went to a nearby table and rummaged around before he returned with a round pad, connected to a metal rod by a finely woven, golden cable. Please set your weapon on this circle. He placed the circle on the side table that was between the two chairs.
Tala pulled Flow from her belt.
Oh, please remove the training scabbard. That is what the sheath is, correct?
It is. She complied, setting Flow down on the device, blade bared.
Jevin picked up the first Leshkin weapon, a sword, and touched the rod to it. The rod turned red. This is incompatible with the current state of your weapon. We could force a union, but it would ultimately weaken it.
Tala nodded, and continued to pull out weapons, saving the best for last.
Sadly, every weapon registered as red.
Finally, when there was a sizable pile of Leshkin armaments beside them, Tala pulled out the juggernauts glaive. It wasnt easy to withdraw, given its size, but she managed to do it without feeling too awkward.
A pressure fell over the room, much more palatable here in the magic-poor, city air than it had been in the forest. Jevins aura expanded, surrounding the weapon and containing its power.
That. He looked to her, then back to the massive glaive. Its a juggernauts weapon?
It is.
That must be some story.
Tala indulged him, trying to make it interesting without over-embellishing. It only took a couple of minutes, and when she finished, he was nodding.
We should discuss your spell-workings at some point. I imagine we could learn a bit from each other.
Tala frowned at that. What could I possibly teach a Paragon? Still, she wasnt going to say no. Sure.
He took the weapon from her hands with a flex of aura and touched the rod to it. The metal turned a yellow-green. This is compatible, but it wont improve the strength of your weapon very much. He frowned, looking at something in the magic surrounding Flow. That is a form changing weapon? He nodded to himself, not needed her to answer. That makes sense. Melding these two will give you another available form, as well as a slight improvement to the weapon as a whole. Mainly, your weapon will have more mass, both magical and physical, at its disposal. Thus, it will be able to hit harder, should it not cut through what it strikes.
Flow has yet to fail in a cut, but I suppose hitting harder when it eventually happens would be good. And I can turn it into a glaive? That was a pure win.
Ill have to learn how to fight with one. She could do that.
Lets do it!
He smiled. We can schedule a time. Tomorrow morning work for you?
She frowned but nodded in resignation. I suppose. Id prefer to do it sooner.
I do apologize. Mistress Yenna is just finishing up a refresh of the workspace that would best facilitate this merger. I dont wish to give you a shoddy result. She only came down to this tier for afternoon tea with her colleagues and me.
I appreciate that. So, well go to another tier for the working?
Yes, the facility on the sixth tier is more capable of working with Archon level materials.
Tala gave him a searching look. So why are you down here?
He smiled at that. Well, my current work is on items without any sort of bond intrinsic to their design. I have a theory that items not built to be bound end up being stronger than those designed with that goal in mind.
Oh? Why?
Well, if a table has two legs, is it stable?
Well, no? She thought for a moment. Maybe?
What if I told you that each leg was actually designed to hold a table on its own. Now, do you think the theoretical two-leg table is stable, or not?
I see what you mean. Something that is useful, powerful, and stable on its own will make for a better result, after the bonding.
Thats my theory.
Tala nodded. That makes sense. But back on the topic of my weapon: what would the cost be? I am a Mage protector for the Caravan Guild, if that factors in.
He grinned back at her. I think, as a show of inter-guild solidarity, we can do it at cost, then. Four gold should cover it. It might flex up or down a bit, but well know before we enact it.
Four? Last time I melded something with this weapon it cost half that.
And the weapon seems to have become more powerful as a result. It is now more stable, with greater magical weight, and it will require more power and material to work a true melding. I wont leave you with a magical patch that will explosively break off in a decade or two.
Talas eyes widened in shock. What?
Those are each close to eighteen thousand pounds, Mistress Tala.
Oh I probably dont need something that heavy.
He grinned. Probably not. You want something to drop on enemies, likely augmented by your gravity manipulation?
Thats the idea.
Ill see what I can come up with. Talk tomorrow?
Sure. After a moment, she nodded. If I fell from a great height, within my dimensional storage, would I survive?
Jevin glanced to her belt, the scripts around his eyes dancing to life with power and subtle light. Hes not hiding his power anymore? A static space. Axis and kinetic isolation. He was nodding. Yes. He answered simply.
Could I get out?
Have you never been in your storage?
Well, I have, but never with it closed.
Ahh, so youre more asking what would happen if you were closed inside or if it landed upside down?
Landed upside down?
He smiled at that. If it were open, upside down, what would you see?
The ground?
And could you push off of it?
To move the bag? No. Her eyes widened. Oh! Oh yeah that would be bad.
Youd need to close the bag and reopen it to correct the orientation. Or, you might be able to work your fingers between the ground and the edge of the storage item, then apply force to flip the pouch over.
Kit has dimensional wait. How did you read the scripts within the pouch? She looked down, noticing for the first time that Kits magic was easily visible. Their spell stripped Kit of iron, too. Tala shuddered. What would have happened if Kit explosively, dimensionally realigned with the world around us?
So, you had the bag defended as well, then. Kit? Youve named your storage?
Seemed reasonable. I have to think about Kit in some fashion, and Kit is shorter than dimensional storage, pouch, or any other moniker.
Fair enough, I suppose. He nodded. I imagine that you were going to referenceKits dimensional defenses, the ability to minutely affect the world around it.
Thats right.
It would probably land as you desired, yes.
Good to know. After a moment. So, would I be able to get out?
Ive no idea. Lets find out. He gestured to an open space on his floor.
I dont Tala hesitated. If he meant me harm, there is literally nothing I could do about it Alright. She answered hesitantly.
She still wasnt a fan of the level of trust it required in a stranger, but that requirement only existed if she ignored her utter helplessness, even outside of Kit.
Ok, Tala. Lets do this.
She shifted her shoulder, jostling Terry a bit. Hey, wait outside?
Terry opened an eye and then flickered away.
Tala set Kit on the floor, pulling it wide enough for her to climb in. Before she could reconsider, she dropped through. Tala immediately focused upward, watching the opening.
Jevin grunted. Fascinating. It seems very capable of avoiding interference by most people. Im having trouble grabbing the pull cords.
Tala absently refilled Kit. Im already in here, might as well.
A moment more, and he let out a sound of success. There we go. Closing! If you dont come out in a minute, I will open the storage. Agreed?
Agreed.
The opening shrunk, then vanished entirely.
Tala controlled her breathing. Its alright, Tala. You chose this. She looked at the top of the ladder, in the dim but sufficient lighting.
Nothing. Smooth.
She climbed up and placed her hand there. Still nothing.
Blessedly, the space hadnt altered any. It was as both Ingrit and Jevin had said.
Even so, Tala wanted out.
As soon as the desire crystalized in her mind, her hand moved upward, pushing through the previously solid ceiling. She stuck her other hand up and pulled them apart.
The opening reappeared and easily opened to full size.
She climbed out, back into Jevins workshop.
She looked around and found it dark. What?
Terry was curled up on a bench to one side, apparently sleeping. Nothing new, there.
Mistress Tala? The voice sounded off.
Master Jevin? She looked towards where the voice had originated.
It is you! Stars be praised. A hunched figure came into the workshop on shuffling steps. He looked old. A white beard covered his face, and wrinkles decorated his features.
Whats going on?
Terry lifted his head, regarding them with a hard to discern expression.
You didnt come out, and I couldnt get your device back open. He gave a sad smile. Its been His eyes unfocused. Eight hundred years? He nodded slowly. Yes, nearly that.
Talas eyes widened, and she settled back on a nearby stool. No.
Im afraid so.
Tala looked over to Terry. Terry, for his part, looked between the two of them, then stood slowly, shakily raising one taloned foot towards her.
Her eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. Archons of your rank dont age. Terry, what are you doing? Youre probably as immortal as an Archon. Why would you be shaky? She looked around, the lights were dimmed, but there werent any windows. The only reason it would be dim is if Jevin had lowered the lights.
Jevin hesitated, then straightened with a smile. Fine. The beard and wrinkles vanished. It was worth a shot.
Terry flickered to her shoulder and bumped her cheek. She glared at the bird, but his expression seemed to convey amused ambivalence. So, Tala turned her glare on Jevin. What was that!? That was horrifying.
He shrugged. Thought it would be funny. He gave a cough, scratching the side of his nose. Didnt work out quite as Id hoped.
Yeah, it wasnt that funny.
He cleared his throat, seeming slightly awkward. Anyways. It seems like you had no issue getting back out. Id suspected that the item would respond to your desires and allow itself to be opened from the inside. In fact, Id wager that if you hadnt been willing, I wouldnt have been able to close it. He hesitated. Well, at least not without breaking it in some way.
Tala was still a bit thrown by the odd attempt at a joke but tried to move past it. Well ok then. This is why you shouldnt trust strangers, Tala.
Is there anything else? He smiled sheepishly, clearly feeling a bit bad for his clumsy attempt at humor.
No I think thats it.
Very well. Then, I will see you tomorrow morning for the melding of the weapons?
That sounds workable. Thank you.
Chapter 119: JevinTala bade goodbye to the three Refined and followed Jevin down a short hallway to a large workshop, deeper in the tree. Terry remained on her shoulder, content to play at sleep. Maybe he actually does sleep, some of the time.She couldnt begin to understand what half of the tools were in the space, and the partially completed projects might as well have been arcane spell-forms for all the sense they made to her eyes.There were weapons and parts of weapons; mechanical constructs, partially or wholly inscribed; bottles filled with glowing liquids; jars with organic parts held in suspension; a single glass cylinder with something that looked, and moved, like ambulatory mud; and there were books and notes in piles and stacks throughout.Jevin spoke, drawing Talas attention back to him, So, Mistress Tala, where would you like to begin?What do your inscriptions do?He paused, frowning. That is not whatWhy are you curious about that?Well, when you broke up their spell-form, it looked like you were somehow manipulating your aura, and your spell-forms were clearly activating, even if I couldnt see the magic in them, specifically.Jevin looked at her a bit closer before nodding in understanding. You have always active mage-sight. Clever, if you can take it. He smiled and gestured to two reading chairs beside a large bookcase, positioned for easy conversations. To answer your question: My scripts almost entirely deal with perfecting my dexterity with and authority over my aura. So long as my inscriptions last, if I am conscious, I have unbreakable control within my auras reach. The words were spoken with utmost humility as a simple fact.They settled into the chairs as Tala thought about his words. Thats a bit terrifying.For humanitys enemies, it is. He smiled, then, and Tala saw a fierce glint in his eyes.Glad Im human. Thank you for sharing that. She frowned. Wait. Why would you need to increase your authority over your own aura?Oh! Thats simple, if less so to explain. You can control gravity, yes?I can.So, you have authority over gravity?I do.So, why not immediately crush all your enemies, regardless of where they are, with a thought?Well, I can, if I can target them. I mean, I have to take it in measured steps, ramping up.Why are you limited to those you can easily target? Why must you be measured?Well, to do otherwise would require too much power.Why?Wellits harder?Exactly. He smiled.Tala was frowning. They sat in silence for a long moment, before she started to nod. So, youre saying that I dont have complete authority over gravity. My authority is resisted, or contested, so I am limited in what I can do, and it is difficult to achieve certain things.Well reasoned.Her eyes widened at the implication. Soyou are like a god within your aura?He laughed at that. No, no. I simply increase my authority. I do not remove all resistance or gain unassailable power. My control is such that none should be able to shake it, but it can still be opposed.There was a lot there that Tala would need to unpack, but she thought she needed more time to consider, before pursuing it further.Now, what else is on your mind?Tala pulled Kit off of her belt and began taking Leshkin weapons out.Wait. Are those the weapons you want to combine with your soul-bond?Thats right, if they will improve it.One moment, then. He went to a nearby table and rummaged around before he returned with a round pad, connected to a metal rod by a finely woven, golden cable. Please set your weapon on this circle. He placed the circle on the side table that was between the two chairs.Tala pulled Flow from her belt.Oh, please remove the training scabbard. That is what the sheath is, correct?It is. She complied, setting Flow down on the device, blade bared.Jevin picked up the first Leshkin weapon, a sword, and touched the rod to it. The rod turned red. This is incompatible with the current state of your weapon. We could force a union, but it would ultimately weaken it.Tala nodded, and continued to pull out weapons, saving the best for last.Sadly, every weapon registered as red.Finally, when there was a sizable pile of Leshkin armaments beside them, Tala pulled out the juggernauts glaive. It wasnt easy to withdraw, given its size, but she managed to do it without feeling too awkward.A pressure fell over the room, much more palatable here in the magic-poor, city air than it had been in the forest. Jevins aura expanded, surrounding the weapon and containing its power.That. He looked to her, then back to the massive glaive. Its a juggernauts weapon?It is.That must be some story.Tala indulged him, trying to make it interesting without over-embellishing. It only took a couple of minutes, and when she finished, he was nodding.We should discuss your spell-workings at some point. I imagine we could learn a bit from each other.Tala frowned at that. What could I possibly teach a Paragon? Still, she wasnt going to say no. Sure.He took the weapon from her hands with a flex of aura and touched the rod to it. The metal turned a yellow-green. This is compatible, but it wont improve the strength of your weapon very much. He frowned, looking at something in the magic surrounding Flow. That is a form changing weapon? He nodded to himself, not needed her to answer. That makes sense. Melding these two will give you another available form, as well as a slight improvement to the weapon as a whole. Mainly, your weapon will have more mass, both magical and physical, at its disposal. Thus, it will be able to hit harder, should it not cut through what it strikes.Flow has yet to fail in a cut, but I suppose hitting harder when it eventually happens would be good. And I can turn it into a glaive? That was a pure win.Ill have to learn how to fight with one. She could do that.Lets do it!He smiled. We can schedule a time. Tomorrow morning work for you?She frowned but nodded in resignation. I suppose. Id prefer to do it sooner.I do apologize. Mistress Yenna is just finishing up a refresh of the workspace that would best facilitate this merger. I dont wish to give you a shoddy result. She only came down to this tier for afternoon tea with her colleagues and me.I appreciate that. So, well go to another tier for the working?Yes, the facility on the sixth tier is more capable of working with Archon level materials.Tala gave him a searching look. So why are you down here?He smiled at that. Well, my current work is on items without any sort of bond intrinsic to their design. I have a theory that items not built to be bound end up being stronger than those designed with that goal in mind.Oh? Why?Well, if a table has two legs, is it stable?Well, no? She thought for a moment. Maybe?What if I told you that each leg was actually designed to hold a table on its own. Now, do you think the theoretical two-leg table is stable, or not?I see what you mean. Something that is useful, powerful, and stable on its own will make for a better result, after the bonding.Thats my theory.Tala nodded. That makes sense. But back on the topic of my weapon: what would the cost be? I am a Mage protector for the Caravan Guild, if that factors in.He grinned back at her. I think, as a show of inter-guild solidarity, we can do it at cost, then. Four gold should cover it. It might flex up or down a bit, but well know before we enact it.Four? Last time I melded something with this weapon it cost half that.And the weapon seems to have become more powerful as a result. It is now more stable, with greater magical weight, and it will require more power and material to work a true melding. I wont leave you with a magical patch that will explosively break off in a decade or two.Talas eyes widened in shock. What?Those are each close to eighteen thousand pounds, Mistress Tala.Oh I probably dont need something that heavy.He grinned. Probably not. You want something to drop on enemies, likely augmented by your gravity manipulation?Thats the idea.Ill see what I can come up with. Talk tomorrow?Sure. After a moment, she nodded. If I fell from a great height, within my dimensional storage, would I survive?Jevin glanced to her belt, the scripts around his eyes dancing to life with power and subtle light. Hes not hiding his power anymore? A static space. Axis and kinetic isolation. He was nodding. Yes. He answered simply.Could I get out?Have you never been in your storage?Well, I have, but never with it closed.Ahh, so youre more asking what would happen if you were closed inside or if it landed upside down?Landed upside down?He smiled at that. If it were open, upside down, what would you see?The ground?And could you push off of it?To move the bag? No. Her eyes widened. Oh! Oh yeah that would be bad.Youd need to close the bag and reopen it to correct the orientation. Or, you might be able to work your fingers between the ground and the edge of the storage item, then apply force to flip the pouch over.Kit has dimensional wait. How did you read the scripts within the pouch? She looked down, noticing for the first time that Kits magic was easily visible. Their spell stripped Kit of iron, too. Tala shuddered. What would have happened if Kit explosively, dimensionally realigned with the world around us?So, you had the bag defended as well, then. Kit? Youve named your storage?Seemed reasonable. I have to think about Kit in some fashion, and Kit is shorter than dimensional storage, pouch, or any other moniker.Fair enough, I suppose. He nodded. I imagine that you were going to referenceKits dimensional defenses, the ability to minutely affect the world around it.Thats right.It would probably land as you desired, yes.Good to know. After a moment. So, would I be able to get out?Ive no idea. Lets find out. He gestured to an open space on his floor.I dont Tala hesitated. If he meant me harm, there is literally nothing I could do about it Alright. She answered hesitantly.She still wasnt a fan of the level of trust it required in a stranger, but that requirement only existed if she ignored her utter helplessness, even outside of Kit.Ok, Tala. Lets do this.She shifted her shoulder, jostling Terry a bit. Hey, wait outside?Terry opened an eye and then flickered away.Tala set Kit on the floor, pulling it wide enough for her to climb in. Before she could reconsider, she dropped through. Tala immediately focused upward, watching the opening.Jevin grunted. Fascinating. It seems very capable of avoiding interference by most people. Im having trouble grabbing the pull cords.Tala absently refilled Kit. Im already in here, might as well.A moment more, and he let out a sound of success. There we go. Closing! If you dont come out in a minute, I will open the storage. Agreed?Agreed.The opening shrunk, then vanished entirely.Tala controlled her breathing. Its alright, Tala. You chose this. She looked at the top of the ladder, in the dim but sufficient lighting.Nothing. Smooth.She climbed up and placed her hand there. Still nothing.Blessedly, the space hadnt altered any. It was as both Ingrit and Jevin had said.Even so, Tala wanted out.As soon as the desire crystalized in her mind, her hand moved upward, pushing through the previously solid ceiling. She stuck her other hand up and pulled them apart.The opening reappeared and easily opened to full size.She climbed out, back into Jevins workshop.She looked around and found it dark. What?Terry was curled up on a bench to one side, apparently sleeping. Nothing new, there.Mistress Tala? The voice sounded off.Master Jevin? She looked towards where the voice had originated.It is you! Stars be praised. A hunched figure came into the workshop on shuffling steps. He looked old. A white beard covered his face, and wrinkles decorated his features.Whats going on?Terry lifted his head, regarding them with a hard to discern expression.You didnt come out, and I couldnt get your device back open. He gave a sad smile. Its been His eyes unfocused. Eight hundred years? He nodded slowly. Yes, nearly that.Talas eyes widened, and she settled back on a nearby stool. No.Im afraid so.Tala looked over to Terry. Terry, for his part, looked between the two of them, then stood slowly, shakily raising one taloned foot towards her.Her eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. Archons of your rank dont age. Terry, what are you doing? Youre probably as immortal as an Archon. Why would you be shaky? She looked around, the lights were dimmed, but there werent any windows. The only reason it would be dim is if Jevin had lowered the lights.Jevin hesitated, then straightened with a smile. Fine. The beard and wrinkles vanished. It was worth a shot.Terry flickered to her shoulder and bumped her cheek. She glared at the bird, but his expression seemed to convey amused ambivalence. So, Tala turned her glare on Jevin. What was that!? That was horrifying.He shrugged. Thought it would be funny. He gave a cough, scratching the side of his nose. Didnt work out quite as Id hoped.Yeah, it wasnt that funny.He cleared his throat, seeming slightly awkward. Anyways. It seems like you had no issue getting back out. Id suspected that the item would respond to your desires and allow itself to be opened from the inside. In fact, Id wager that if you hadnt been willing, I wouldnt have been able to close it. He hesitated. Well, at least not without breaking it in some way.Tala was still a bit thrown by the odd attempt at a joke but tried to move past it. Well ok then. This is why you shouldnt trust strangers, Tala.Is there anything else? He smiled sheepishly, clearly feeling a bit bad for his clumsy attempt at humor.No I think thats it.Very well. Then, I will see you tomorrow morning for the melding of the weapons?That sounds workable. Thank you.
