Chapter 16: Arcanous Beasts
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Chapter 16: Arcanous Beasts
Tala stared in mute fascination as the arcanous bull rushed across the ground between his small herd and the caravan.
Hes close to half a mile away! Nonetheless, he was covering the distance at a rapid pace.
Tala focused on him, willing her mage-sight to engage at much further-than-normal range.
The bull was full of power.
She could see twisting, intricately flowing spell-lines woven through the beasts flesh, bone, hide, and hair. The long, curving horns were practically throbbing with power, though she couldnt quite tell what any of it did. The structure and design were eerily familiar but the whole was still unintelligible.
In less than twenty seconds, the bull had covered the majority of the distance between him and the lead wagon, upon which Tala sat.
Atrexia, the Mage tasked with handling the threat, sat straight-backed on her horse.
As Tala watched, Atrexia extended a hand, and made a series of quick gestures.
To Talas mage-sight, power shot out from the womans right shoulder, soaking into the ground just ahead of the charging bull. A small portion of the fringe of that working passed through the edge of Atrexia's clothing, and that minute portion was fractionally diminished. Even so, the end effect was impressive.
In that instant, two lances of stone erupted from the ground in unison, their points driving into each shoulder of the animal. The bulls charge was used up against the spikes, as its own momentum drove it far onto the hardened stone. The charge was halted barely one hundred yards from the oxen pulling Talas wagon.
Atrexia swayed slightly, and Tala saw magic practically dripping from the woman. That must have taken a great deal of power. Tala frowned. Why?
She scanned the ground, willing her mage-sight to inspect it, and she had her answer.
There was no rock in the ground, at least not much. Atrexia had been forced to: first, tear the soil away from the roots of the deep, wild grasses; then, compact an immense amount of it into a dense enough form to be able to pierce the bulls hide; and finally, drive it upward quickly enough to effectively catch the bull off-guard.
There were now wide swaths of cavitation, deep beneath the ground. She pulled from deep enough the wagons wont be at risk of causing a cave-in. Yet another way in which the Mage had strained herself.
When looked at in that light, the attack had been an amazing feat of strength.
She would be a terror in mountainous regions, or anywhere with any substantial amount of rock ready to hand.
The bull was shuddering as it rested, impaled upon the two earthen spikes, its blood slowly leaking out.
As Tala turned her attention back to the bull, she saw its power flowing through it in horrifyingly familiar patterns. Thats how my skin looks when its pulling back together. Healing magic. The bull was healing itself.
With a bellow of rage, the bull jerked upward. The crack of stone shattering filled the air as the spikes splintered, sending a cascade of gravel down towards the bulls hooves.
Atrexia yelled a challenge in return and kicked her horse into a forward walk.
Brave horse.
The bull shook itself, the last vestiges of the spikes falling from the fast-closing wounds.
Atrexia yelled again, raising her hand.
She doesnt have the strength to do that again. Tala leaned forward. What is she doing?
The bull took a step backwards, flailing its horns in a warding gesture, a vain attempt to show strength.
Atrexia raised her other hand, and Tala saw power run across the womans bare stomach in a completely different pattern than before.
What is she doing? Thats not an earth magic workingis it? Tala was not a Material expert.
To Talas surprise, she saw flickers of power around the bulls eyes, and the creature reacted as if it could see Atrexias power coming to bear. It turned and ran back the way it had come.
They can perceive magic? That was news to her. Can all arcanous creatures see power?
Atrexia held herself stiff and straight but reigned in her horse, bringing her advance to a halt. Soon, the bull had returned to its small group, and all of them had retreated, back down the far hill and out of sight. As soon as the thunder cattle were no longer in view, Atrexia slumped in her saddle.
One of the guards ran up to her, offering her water, and talking quietly enough that, along with the distance, Tala couldnt catch what was said. Even so, she got the gist: Atrexia would be retiring to her wagon for a few hours to recover. I dont blame her.
As the other woman turned her horse back, riding towards her rest, Tala raised a hand in acknowledgement, and smiled. Atrexia gave her a strange look, but then nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips as well.
On his horse, beside Talas wagon, Renix groused. That was a waste of power. We could have struck the whole group down and had magic to spare.
Tala turned to him, eyebrow cocked. Oh? She saw Trent riding nearby, but he didnt say anything, yet.
Of course! Creating shards of ice is much easier than pulling rock from who knows how deep.
He doesnt know how she did it. That made sense, in retrospect. Hed likely not used his mage-sight, and it likely wouldnt have told him much, if he had. So, then why did she volunteer, and why did Master Trent allow it? Are they both fools?
Master Trent was still riding where Renix couldnt quite see him, and Tala saw a smile pull at the older mans lips. Renix shook his head. They arent fools; they just dont want me in the fray.
Tala barked a laugh. Charitable of Mistress Atrexia to expend so much power just to keep you a bit safer.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
The guards had not been idle, and even as the bird rose up, two of the mounted guards rode past, jamming spears deep into the creatures neck.
Moments later, a bright flash of power told Tala that the spears had been inscribed too.
Well, that and the fact that each spear blossomed outward with a ring of cutting wind.
The birds head fell free, and the great body toppled backwards with an almost delicate whoosh.
And now, I know how the guards are useful. In truth, they likely had many tasks, but their ability to protect against such threats was noteworthy. I wonder if those weapons are specific to arcanous birds? I suppose they would work against other creatures that used wind and air magic.
Because the creature wasnt actively trying to activate the spells, the spell-forms had to be able to utilize magic already within the creature itself.
She shuddered at the thought, realizing that the beast likely could have sent great wheels of cutting wind into them, if the guards hadnt been fast enough. The spears had simply tapped into the power first.
The guards, and the chuckwagon workers, were already swarming over the body, beginning to strip it down, and Tala grinned, an idea coming to her.
She set the book carefully aside and climbed down, walking over to the working men. The wagons still had not stopped their inexorable movement forward.
One of the guards looked up as she approached and saluted hesitantly. Mistress? Can we help you?
She pointed to the bird. Will you be taking all of it?
The man shook his head. There isnt time to harvest everything. He pointed to the chuckwagon workers. They will harvest the parts best known to be edible to supplement our supplies. He gestured to himself and the other guards. Those other guards had already retrieved the five bolts and two spears, their copper inscribings still mostly intact. We will harvest the wing bones. Those are known to be potent power sources for the making of wind and air constructs.
Tala nodded. Any objection to me taking something?
The guard looked nervous. Pardon, Mistress, but the bones will be a great bonus to the men, when theyre sold in Alefast-
She held up a hand, stopping him. I wont take anything youve already mentioned.
The man brightened visibly. Oh! Of course, then. Take whatever you wish, Mistress.
Tala. My name is Tala.
He bowed. A pleasure, Mistress Tala. I am Guardsman Adam.
Good to meet you as well, guardsman.
That out of the way, she bent to her task.
Fifteen minutes later she was jogging to catch up to her cargo wagon. Blood was dripping down her arms, over her gloves, and speckling her face and clothing. She felt lightly strained from all the jerking and twisting shed done to get parts free, and she was very pleased with her new knife, which had performed perfectly. Ill have to thank Ashin, again, for taking me to that smith.
Her harvest?
Guided by her mage-sight, which could still see the lingering power slowly bleeding from the newly dead beast, shed taken all four talons from each foot and all three bones from each of the legs. Shed left the feet behind, mainly because shed ran out of time to work through the tough skin and sinew. And they were surprisingly heavy.
These do not feel like they came from a bird capable of flight. Magic allowed for wonderful incongruities, such as allowing for a beast to fly when it weighed more than her wagon, ox team included.
The talons each resembled nothing so much as black, hooked blades, and to her best guess and understanding, they held a strange, arcanous version of power directed towards one thing: Integrity of the talon itself, most strongly focused in preserving the beyond razor sharp edge on the interior curve. Consequently, she had tied a short length of rope around the base of each, below the sharpened portion, tying them together in a tight bundle.
The leg bones were as white as any mundane bone, and shed lashed those together, separately from the talons. The power in them seemed bent solely towards maintaining the strength and integrity of the bone, itself. No wonder the impact with the ground didnt turn it to paste.
Those fourteen pieces were all shed had time to grab, and they were by no means clean. Bits of flesh, sinew, skin, and muscle clung all over them, making it a rather macabre prize.
She ignored the stares that the drivers, guards, and even Trent and Renix, directed her way, as she hauled her harvest up onto the roof of the wagon. Once settled in, she began to clean each item as thoroughly as possible.
In talking with the guards, while working on the body, shed learned that they kept iron plated chests in which to keep any trophies, so that they wouldnt lose too much power before they could be sold and turned into the power sources of constructs.
Tala didnt have iron boxes, but she did have her iron salve.
Thus, she had retrieved one of the bars from her pack, stored in the box beneath Dens driver seat, and as she finished cleaning and drying each piece, she applied the salve thoroughly across the surfaces. If it works to lock my power in, and others' power out, it should be sufficient for this. It should also protect the bones and talons from rot, if they lasted long enough for that to matter.
Honestly, she had no idea how it would actually work, but her best guess was that the bones would hold onto the power that was currently in them, and if anything put stress on them, such as an impact that would otherwise have caused a break or distortion, some of the power would be used to resist. Once all the power was expended, they would just be normal bones and talons, again, since they didnt have any active source for new power.
I hope thats how they work. She might also be able to tap into their power for inscripted items, but that was a whole different area of study. Ill bet Holly would have some thoughts.
Worst case scenario, she should be able to sell them. And thats not a bad case at all.
As she worked with the pieces, she noticed that the middle bone from each leg fit rather nicely in her hand. There was a comfortable place for her to grip, sinched against one end, and they were just over two feet in length. These would be pretty nice weapons. If she knew how to use such. Still, shed seen students at the Academy doing a form of stick fighting for exercise, and ostensibly for fun. It would be easier than learning to fight with a blade.
It was a relatively silly thought. After all, she had magic; why would she need to learn how to fight with a weapon? Still, the guards brought down the bird with weaponsand magic is expensive to use in all cases. It might just be wise to learn how to use mundane weaponry.
I wonder if any of the guards know stick fighting. If they did, hopefully she could convince them to teach her.
The task of cleaning the harvests and applying her salve complete, and close to half the afternoon gone, she turned back to her borrowed book.
Thankfully, they had no further arcanous encounters that afternoon.
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Chapter 16: Arcanous Beasts
Tala stared in mute fascination as the arcanous bull rushed across the ground between his small herd and the caravan.
Hes close to half a mile away! Nonetheless, he was covering the distance at a rapid pace.
Tala focused on him, willing her mage-sight to engage at much further-than-normal range.
The bull was full of power.
She could see twisting, intricately flowing spell-lines woven through the beasts flesh, bone, hide, and hair. The long, curving horns were practically throbbing with power, though she couldnt quite tell what any of it did. The structure and design were eerily familiar but the whole was still unintelligible.
In less than twenty seconds, the bull had covered the majority of the distance between him and the lead wagon, upon which Tala sat.
Atrexia, the Mage tasked with handling the threat, sat straight-backed on her horse.
As Tala watched, Atrexia extended a hand, and made a series of quick gestures.
To Talas mage-sight, power shot out from the womans right shoulder, soaking into the ground just ahead of the charging bull. A small portion of the fringe of that working passed through the edge of Atrexia's clothing, and that minute portion was fractionally diminished. Even so, the end effect was impressive.
In that instant, two lances of stone erupted from the ground in unison, their points driving into each shoulder of the animal. The bulls charge was used up against the spikes, as its own momentum drove it far onto the hardened stone. The charge was halted barely one hundred yards from the oxen pulling Talas wagon.
Atrexia swayed slightly, and Tala saw magic practically dripping from the woman. That must have taken a great deal of power. Tala frowned. Why?
She scanned the ground, willing her mage-sight to inspect it, and she had her answer.
There was no rock in the ground, at least not much. Atrexia had been forced to: first, tear the soil away from the roots of the deep, wild grasses; then, compact an immense amount of it into a dense enough form to be able to pierce the bulls hide; and finally, drive it upward quickly enough to effectively catch the bull off-guard.
There were now wide swaths of cavitation, deep beneath the ground. She pulled from deep enough the wagons wont be at risk of causing a cave-in. Yet another way in which the Mage had strained herself.
When looked at in that light, the attack had been an amazing feat of strength.
She would be a terror in mountainous regions, or anywhere with any substantial amount of rock ready to hand.
The bull was shuddering as it rested, impaled upon the two earthen spikes, its blood slowly leaking out.
As Tala turned her attention back to the bull, she saw its power flowing through it in horrifyingly familiar patterns. Thats how my skin looks when its pulling back together. Healing magic. The bull was healing itself.
With a bellow of rage, the bull jerked upward. The crack of stone shattering filled the air as the spikes splintered, sending a cascade of gravel down towards the bulls hooves.
Atrexia yelled a challenge in return and kicked her horse into a forward walk.
Brave horse.
The bull shook itself, the last vestiges of the spikes falling from the fast-closing wounds.
Atrexia yelled again, raising her hand.
She doesnt have the strength to do that again. Tala leaned forward. What is she doing?
The bull took a step backwards, flailing its horns in a warding gesture, a vain attempt to show strength.
Atrexia raised her other hand, and Tala saw power run across the womans bare stomach in a completely different pattern than before.
What is she doing? Thats not an earth magic workingis it? Tala was not a Material expert.
To Talas surprise, she saw flickers of power around the bulls eyes, and the creature reacted as if it could see Atrexias power coming to bear. It turned and ran back the way it had come.
They can perceive magic? That was news to her. Can all arcanous creatures see power?
Atrexia held herself stiff and straight but reigned in her horse, bringing her advance to a halt. Soon, the bull had returned to its small group, and all of them had retreated, back down the far hill and out of sight. As soon as the thunder cattle were no longer in view, Atrexia slumped in her saddle.
One of the guards ran up to her, offering her water, and talking quietly enough that, along with the distance, Tala couldnt catch what was said. Even so, she got the gist: Atrexia would be retiring to her wagon for a few hours to recover. I dont blame her.
As the other woman turned her horse back, riding towards her rest, Tala raised a hand in acknowledgement, and smiled. Atrexia gave her a strange look, but then nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips as well.
On his horse, beside Talas wagon, Renix groused. That was a waste of power. We could have struck the whole group down and had magic to spare.
Tala turned to him, eyebrow cocked. Oh? She saw Trent riding nearby, but he didnt say anything, yet.
Of course! Creating shards of ice is much easier than pulling rock from who knows how deep.
He doesnt know how she did it. That made sense, in retrospect. Hed likely not used his mage-sight, and it likely wouldnt have told him much, if he had. So, then why did she volunteer, and why did Master Trent allow it? Are they both fools?
Master Trent was still riding where Renix couldnt quite see him, and Tala saw a smile pull at the older mans lips. Renix shook his head. They arent fools; they just dont want me in the fray.
Tala barked a laugh. Charitable of Mistress Atrexia to expend so much power just to keep you a bit safer.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
The guards had not been idle, and even as the bird rose up, two of the mounted guards rode past, jamming spears deep into the creatures neck.
Moments later, a bright flash of power told Tala that the spears had been inscribed too.
Well, that and the fact that each spear blossomed outward with a ring of cutting wind.
The birds head fell free, and the great body toppled backwards with an almost delicate whoosh.
And now, I know how the guards are useful. In truth, they likely had many tasks, but their ability to protect against such threats was noteworthy. I wonder if those weapons are specific to arcanous birds? I suppose they would work against other creatures that used wind and air magic.
Because the creature wasnt actively trying to activate the spells, the spell-forms had to be able to utilize magic already within the creature itself.
She shuddered at the thought, realizing that the beast likely could have sent great wheels of cutting wind into them, if the guards hadnt been fast enough. The spears had simply tapped into the power first.
The guards, and the chuckwagon workers, were already swarming over the body, beginning to strip it down, and Tala grinned, an idea coming to her.
She set the book carefully aside and climbed down, walking over to the working men. The wagons still had not stopped their inexorable movement forward.
One of the guards looked up as she approached and saluted hesitantly. Mistress? Can we help you?
She pointed to the bird. Will you be taking all of it?
The man shook his head. There isnt time to harvest everything. He pointed to the chuckwagon workers. They will harvest the parts best known to be edible to supplement our supplies. He gestured to himself and the other guards. Those other guards had already retrieved the five bolts and two spears, their copper inscribings still mostly intact. We will harvest the wing bones. Those are known to be potent power sources for the making of wind and air constructs.
Tala nodded. Any objection to me taking something?
The guard looked nervous. Pardon, Mistress, but the bones will be a great bonus to the men, when theyre sold in Alefast-
She held up a hand, stopping him. I wont take anything youve already mentioned.
The man brightened visibly. Oh! Of course, then. Take whatever you wish, Mistress.
Tala. My name is Tala.
He bowed. A pleasure, Mistress Tala. I am Guardsman Adam.
Good to meet you as well, guardsman.
That out of the way, she bent to her task.
Fifteen minutes later she was jogging to catch up to her cargo wagon. Blood was dripping down her arms, over her gloves, and speckling her face and clothing. She felt lightly strained from all the jerking and twisting shed done to get parts free, and she was very pleased with her new knife, which had performed perfectly. Ill have to thank Ashin, again, for taking me to that smith.
Her harvest?
Guided by her mage-sight, which could still see the lingering power slowly bleeding from the newly dead beast, shed taken all four talons from each foot and all three bones from each of the legs. Shed left the feet behind, mainly because shed ran out of time to work through the tough skin and sinew. And they were surprisingly heavy.
These do not feel like they came from a bird capable of flight. Magic allowed for wonderful incongruities, such as allowing for a beast to fly when it weighed more than her wagon, ox team included.
The talons each resembled nothing so much as black, hooked blades, and to her best guess and understanding, they held a strange, arcanous version of power directed towards one thing: Integrity of the talon itself, most strongly focused in preserving the beyond razor sharp edge on the interior curve. Consequently, she had tied a short length of rope around the base of each, below the sharpened portion, tying them together in a tight bundle.
The leg bones were as white as any mundane bone, and shed lashed those together, separately from the talons. The power in them seemed bent solely towards maintaining the strength and integrity of the bone, itself. No wonder the impact with the ground didnt turn it to paste.
Those fourteen pieces were all shed had time to grab, and they were by no means clean. Bits of flesh, sinew, skin, and muscle clung all over them, making it a rather macabre prize.
She ignored the stares that the drivers, guards, and even Trent and Renix, directed her way, as she hauled her harvest up onto the roof of the wagon. Once settled in, she began to clean each item as thoroughly as possible.
In talking with the guards, while working on the body, shed learned that they kept iron plated chests in which to keep any trophies, so that they wouldnt lose too much power before they could be sold and turned into the power sources of constructs.
Tala didnt have iron boxes, but she did have her iron salve.
Thus, she had retrieved one of the bars from her pack, stored in the box beneath Dens driver seat, and as she finished cleaning and drying each piece, she applied the salve thoroughly across the surfaces. If it works to lock my power in, and others' power out, it should be sufficient for this. It should also protect the bones and talons from rot, if they lasted long enough for that to matter.
Honestly, she had no idea how it would actually work, but her best guess was that the bones would hold onto the power that was currently in them, and if anything put stress on them, such as an impact that would otherwise have caused a break or distortion, some of the power would be used to resist. Once all the power was expended, they would just be normal bones and talons, again, since they didnt have any active source for new power.
I hope thats how they work. She might also be able to tap into their power for inscripted items, but that was a whole different area of study. Ill bet Holly would have some thoughts.
Worst case scenario, she should be able to sell them. And thats not a bad case at all.
As she worked with the pieces, she noticed that the middle bone from each leg fit rather nicely in her hand. There was a comfortable place for her to grip, sinched against one end, and they were just over two feet in length. These would be pretty nice weapons. If she knew how to use such. Still, shed seen students at the Academy doing a form of stick fighting for exercise, and ostensibly for fun. It would be easier than learning to fight with a blade.
It was a relatively silly thought. After all, she had magic; why would she need to learn how to fight with a weapon? Still, the guards brought down the bird with weaponsand magic is expensive to use in all cases. It might just be wise to learn how to use mundane weaponry.
I wonder if any of the guards know stick fighting. If they did, hopefully she could convince them to teach her.
The task of cleaning the harvests and applying her salve complete, and close to half the afternoon gone, she turned back to her borrowed book.
Thankfully, they had no further arcanous encounters that afternoon.
Chapter 16: Arcanous BeastsTala stared in mute fascination as the arcanous bull rushed across the ground between his small herd and the caravan.Hes close to half a mile away! Nonetheless, he was covering the distance at a rapid pace.Tala focused on him, willing her mage-sight to engage at much further-than-normal range.The bull was full of power.She could see twisting, intricately flowing spell-lines woven through the beasts flesh, bone, hide, and hair. The long, curving horns were practically throbbing with power, though she couldnt quite tell what any of it did. The structure and design were eerily familiar but the whole was still unintelligible.In less than twenty seconds, the bull had covered the majority of the distance between him and the lead wagon, upon which Tala sat.Atrexia, the Mage tasked with handling the threat, sat straight-backed on her horse.As Tala watched, Atrexia extended a hand, and made a series of quick gestures.To Talas mage-sight, power shot out from the womans right shoulder, soaking into the ground just ahead of the charging bull. A small portion of the fringe of that working passed through the edge of Atrexia's clothing, and that minute portion was fractionally diminished. Even so, the end effect was impressive.In that instant, two lances of stone erupted from the ground in unison, their points driving into each shoulder of the animal. The bulls charge was used up against the spikes, as its own momentum drove it far onto the hardened stone. The charge was halted barely one hundred yards from the oxen pulling Talas wagon.Atrexia swayed slightly, and Tala saw magic practically dripping from the woman. That must have taken a great deal of power. Tala frowned. Why?She scanned the ground, willing her mage-sight to inspect it, and she had her answer.There was no rock in the ground, at least not much. Atrexia had been forced to: first, tear the soil away from the roots of the deep, wild grasses; then, compact an immense amount of it into a dense enough form to be able to pierce the bulls hide; and finally, drive it upward quickly enough to effectively catch the bull off-guard.There were now wide swaths of cavitation, deep beneath the ground. She pulled from deep enough the wagons wont be at risk of causing a cave-in. Yet another way in which the Mage had strained herself.When looked at in that light, the attack had been an amazing feat of strength.She would be a terror in mountainous regions, or anywhere with any substantial amount of rock ready to hand.The bull was shuddering as it rested, impaled upon the two earthen spikes, its blood slowly leaking out.As Tala turned her attention back to the bull, she saw its power flowing through it in horrifyingly familiar patterns. Thats how my skin looks when its pulling back together. Healing magic. The bull was healing itself.With a bellow of rage, the bull jerked upward. The crack of stone shattering filled the air as the spikes splintered, sending a cascade of gravel down towards the bulls hooves.Atrexia yelled a challenge in return and kicked her horse into a forward walk.Brave horse.The bull shook itself, the last vestiges of the spikes falling from the fast-closing wounds.Atrexia yelled again, raising her hand.She doesnt have the strength to do that again. Tala leaned forward. What is she doing?The bull took a step backwards, flailing its horns in a warding gesture, a vain attempt to show strength.Atrexia raised her other hand, and Tala saw power run across the womans bare stomach in a completely different pattern than before. What is she doing? Thats not an earth magic workingis it? Tala was not a Material expert.To Talas surprise, she saw flickers of power around the bulls eyes, and the creature reacted as if it could see Atrexias power coming to bear. It turned and ran back the way it had come.They can perceive magic? That was news to her. Can all arcanous creatures see power?Atrexia held herself stiff and straight but reigned in her horse, bringing her advance to a halt. Soon, the bull had returned to its small group, and all of them had retreated, back down the far hill and out of sight. As soon as the thunder cattle were no longer in view, Atrexia slumped in her saddle.One of the guards ran up to her, offering her water, and talking quietly enough that, along with the distance, Tala couldnt catch what was said. Even so, she got the gist: Atrexia would be retiring to her wagon for a few hours to recover. I dont blame her.As the other woman turned her horse back, riding towards her rest, Tala raised a hand in acknowledgement, and smiled. Atrexia gave her a strange look, but then nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips as well.On his horse, beside Talas wagon, Renix groused. That was a waste of power. We could have struck the whole group down and had magic to spare.Tala turned to him, eyebrow cocked. Oh? She saw Trent riding nearby, but he didnt say anything, yet.Of course! Creating shards of ice is much easier than pulling rock from who knows how deep.He doesnt know how she did it. That made sense, in retrospect. Hed likely not used his mage-sight, and it likely wouldnt have told him much, if he had. So, then why did she volunteer, and why did Master Trent allow it? Are they both fools?Master Trent was still riding where Renix couldnt quite see him, and Tala saw a smile pull at the older mans lips. Renix shook his head. They arent fools; they just dont want me in the fray.Tala barked a laugh. Charitable of Mistress Atrexia to expend so much power just to keep you a bit safer.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.The guards had not been idle, and even as the bird rose up, two of the mounted guards rode past, jamming spears deep into the creatures neck.Moments later, a bright flash of power told Tala that the spears had been inscribed too.Well, that and the fact that each spear blossomed outward with a ring of cutting wind.The birds head fell free, and the great body toppled backwards with an almost delicate whoosh.And now, I know how the guards are useful. In truth, they likely had many tasks, but their ability to protect against such threats was noteworthy. I wonder if those weapons are specific to arcanous birds? I suppose they would work against other creatures that used wind and air magic.Because the creature wasnt actively trying to activate the spells, the spell-forms had to be able to utilize magic already within the creature itself.She shuddered at the thought, realizing that the beast likely could have sent great wheels of cutting wind into them, if the guards hadnt been fast enough. The spears had simply tapped into the power first.The guards, and the chuckwagon workers, were already swarming over the body, beginning to strip it down, and Tala grinned, an idea coming to her.She set the book carefully aside and climbed down, walking over to the working men. The wagons still had not stopped their inexorable movement forward.One of the guards looked up as she approached and saluted hesitantly. Mistress? Can we help you?She pointed to the bird. Will you be taking all of it?The man shook his head. There isnt time to harvest everything. He pointed to the chuckwagon workers. They will harvest the parts best known to be edible to supplement our supplies. He gestured to himself and the other guards. Those other guards had already retrieved the five bolts and two spears, their copper inscribings still mostly intact. We will harvest the wing bones. Those are known to be potent power sources for the making of wind and air constructs.Tala nodded. Any objection to me taking something?The guard looked nervous. Pardon, Mistress, but the bones will be a great bonus to the men, when theyre sold in Alefast-She held up a hand, stopping him. I wont take anything youve already mentioned.The man brightened visibly. Oh! Of course, then. Take whatever you wish, Mistress.Tala. My name is Tala.He bowed. A pleasure, Mistress Tala. I am Guardsman Adam.Good to meet you as well, guardsman.That out of the way, she bent to her task.Fifteen minutes later she was jogging to catch up to her cargo wagon. Blood was dripping down her arms, over her gloves, and speckling her face and clothing. She felt lightly strained from all the jerking and twisting shed done to get parts free, and she was very pleased with her new knife, which had performed perfectly. Ill have to thank Ashin, again, for taking me to that smith.Her harvest?Guided by her mage-sight, which could still see the lingering power slowly bleeding from the newly dead beast, shed taken all four talons from each foot and all three bones from each of the legs. Shed left the feet behind, mainly because shed ran out of time to work through the tough skin and sinew. And they were surprisingly heavy.These do not feel like they came from a bird capable of flight. Magic allowed for wonderful incongruities, such as allowing for a beast to fly when it weighed more than her wagon, ox team included.The talons each resembled nothing so much as black, hooked blades, and to her best guess and understanding, they held a strange, arcanous version of power directed towards one thing: Integrity of the talon itself, most strongly focused in preserving the beyond razor sharp edge on the interior curve. Consequently, she had tied a short length of rope around the base of each, below the sharpened portion, tying them together in a tight bundle.The leg bones were as white as any mundane bone, and shed lashed those together, separately from the talons. The power in them seemed bent solely towards maintaining the strength and integrity of the bone, itself. No wonder the impact with the ground didnt turn it to paste.Those fourteen pieces were all shed had time to grab, and they were by no means clean. Bits of flesh, sinew, skin, and muscle clung all over them, making it a rather macabre prize.She ignored the stares that the drivers, guards, and even Trent and Renix, directed her way, as she hauled her harvest up onto the roof of the wagon. Once settled in, she began to clean each item as thoroughly as possible.In talking with the guards, while working on the body, shed learned that they kept iron plated chests in which to keep any trophies, so that they wouldnt lose too much power before they could be sold and turned into the power sources of constructs.Tala didnt have iron boxes, but she did have her iron salve.Thus, she had retrieved one of the bars from her pack, stored in the box beneath Dens driver seat, and as she finished cleaning and drying each piece, she applied the salve thoroughly across the surfaces. If it works to lock my power in, and others' power out, it should be sufficient for this. It should also protect the bones and talons from rot, if they lasted long enough for that to matter.Honestly, she had no idea how it would actually work, but her best guess was that the bones would hold onto the power that was currently in them, and if anything put stress on them, such as an impact that would otherwise have caused a break or distortion, some of the power would be used to resist. Once all the power was expended, they would just be normal bones and talons, again, since they didnt have any active source for new power.I hope thats how they work. She might also be able to tap into their power for inscripted items, but that was a whole different area of study. Ill bet Holly would have some thoughts.Worst case scenario, she should be able to sell them. And thats not a bad case at all.As she worked with the pieces, she noticed that the middle bone from each leg fit rather nicely in her hand. There was a comfortable place for her to grip, sinched against one end, and they were just over two feet in length. These would be pretty nice weapons. If she knew how to use such. Still, shed seen students at the Academy doing a form of stick fighting for exercise, and ostensibly for fun. It would be easier than learning to fight with a blade.It was a relatively silly thought. After all, she had magic; why would she need to learn how to fight with a weapon? Still, the guards brought down the bird with weaponsand magic is expensive to use in all cases. It might just be wise to learn how to use mundane weaponry.I wonder if any of the guards know stick fighting. If they did, hopefully she could convince them to teach her.The task of cleaning the harvests and applying her salve complete, and close to half the afternoon gone, she turned back to her borrowed book.Thankfully, they had no further arcanous encounters that afternoon.
