Day 3
The next morning, Hellen left and Marie took over. Everyone was up early, Marie had been more than happy to receive the ten gold that they had given her.
The palace was abuzz with the king departing for one of the holdings in the south. The commander showed up, while they ate. A guardsman was with him.
“This is Deakon, he’s in charge of the palace while I am out with the king.” The dark haired man was clean shaven, and the tunic he wore was immaculate, he wore a chain shirt that gave off a slight metallic smell. He had a sword at his side.
“I understand some of you wish to go into the city,” he asked.
“Me, Amethyst and Eve need to talk to some merchants and alchemists” Bloodstone replied.
Enna showed up, and greeted everyone. Kuya, sighed, “Really, you have more spells you want scribed.”
“Well you did say you wanted to get a copy of every spell, you said some of them would take longer to copy, We got two more spell books from the archive. The spell books have some high level spells, if we could all get copies, we could try and level.”, She beamed.
“Really,” She said a bit sarcastically. Kuya grumbled the whole time Enna was there, and they headed over to the mages quarters and workshop a wing over and two floors up.
“I leveled that spell you scribed for me I finally figured it out once I had more time to study it.” Enna said as they walked.
“Why would you even have a spell like that, it seems kind of a waste of magic” Kuya said tapping her staff on the rug as they walked.
“It’s important to have a broad set of spells, the call bugs spell isn’t one I really want to use, but it’s the only tier three I can get my hands on.” Enna said making a face.
“I don’t see why you all don’t have the scribe spell ability, it’s not like it’s very hard to do.”
“Uh that’s too much work; I just want to learn magic not scribe spells all day, no offense. This way.” Enna said going up a flight of steps.
The tap of Kuyas staff echoed on the stone that was exposed. “Well if you don’t let me make a spell book, I am going to get all cranky.” A soft orb of light floated off her staff and landed on her head.
Enna looked at the light, “What is that?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Kuya said continuing to walk.
“That’s so weird,” she said looking at Kuya.
They arrived in the mages workshop; It was tidy, but cluttered. Along the one were books, in the center on a raise dais was a lectern with a very large spell book, a large stool with a big fluffy cushion had been placed in front of it with a tall desk. It was a small desk and had enough room for a second spell book, which stood open with a partially copied spell.
Enna grabbed a small step stool and put it in front of the larger stool, “Does scribbling spells make it easier to understand magic?” She asked.
“Not really.” Kuya said climbing up onto the taller stool. There was a snap and her staff vanished, in her hand was a wooden quill with a metal tip.
“How did you do that?” She asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” Kuya said resuming where she had left off scribing the spell from one book to the other.
“Did your mother let you look at her spell book?” Enna asked hopefully.
“Yup,” Kuya replied.
“And can you copy spells from it?” Enna pressed.
Kuya stopped, and looked at Enna, “If I had a spell book to copy them into. Did you get the spell books yet?” She asked.
“It takes a couple of days to make one, you said you wanted, six books. They are not cheap either.” She said defensively.
“How much is it for a blank book?” Kuya asked.
“Twenty eight gold coins, will get you a blank spell book.” Enna said somewhat bored, she had taken a seat close by to watch Kuya scribe. Her spell book was open and she was studying.
There was a pause as Kuya looked up at her, and said. “Any discounts if we get six?”
“First off you don’t have twenty eight gold coins for one book let alone six, second I have no idea if they would have a discount, and there is a shop in town that sells things like that.” Enna said
“Oh really, what’s the name of the shop?” Kuya asked returning to scribing.
“Helpherians magic emporium, he’s a merchant, buys spell books and mage supplies, I have only been in there twice, too expensive, and I was bought a spell book that was used. The first ten pages are all crappy notes. I can’t wait till I can get a real spell book.”, She sighed.
Eve, walked with Bloodstone and Lady Amethyst, no one had said much since they had the singe guardsman walking with them.
“Scuse me, can we stop in at Helpherians,” Bloodstone asked.
The guardsman nodded, “Yeah we can do that, not the best shop on the Mages Street through, where else did you want to go?”
“At least a couple of alchemist shops, to see if any are interesting in doing some research, the big Blacksmith shop that sold armor. Oh and where can we find out about buying or renting a space.”
“Oh you mean Travis’s shop, the one with the blind girl”, he said.
“Her name is Isabel,” Bloodstone said.
“Really, I don’t really like that shop, word is that he’s the one who blinded her. Are you looking for an inn? There’s a few over by the adventurers guild.”
“Eve, you seem a bit upset, everything all right?” Lady Amethyst asked.
“Huh, no I just wonder what ever happened to Miguel; you don’t think they killed him do you?” She asked.
“Who’s that?” The guardsman asked.
“She is talking about the man who attacked the king, when we first arrived. I personally don’t give a crap about him. Your face is looking better after they gave you that healing potion.” Bloodstone said to no one I particular.
“Oh him, he’s locked up in the dungeon, never heard whatever language he was using before, guy has a mouth on him.”
“si parece el,” Eve said.
“Spanish?”, Bloodstone asked. “Si” , she replied. “It makes sense now, is Spanish your first language?” He asked. “Yes, I learned English when I had to go to school. Miguel was one of the people who helped me. We dated for a bit, I was crashing at his place, when all this happened.”, She gestured to the street. “I don’t want to pry, but did he hit you?”, Lady Amethyst asked. “It was my fault, I stepped on his phone.” She said looking down. “Stop right there, the two things are not inclusive. Anyone who hits a woman, well I have a very low opinion of them. “Bloodstone said getting a little heated. “He’s not a bad person, he just has a temper.” She said softly. “We don’t take kindly to women being roughed up, if it’s a bar fight that’s one thing, married couples fight sometimes, usually if it comes to blows someone usually dies.” The guardsman said chiming in. They continued down the street following the guardsman.
The first shop they entered was the Helpherians magic emporium; it was a small shop, with a clear glass window, showing a number of items on display. The display itself was a suit of armor, with a shield and a bow and sword were placed in such a manner to draw the eye. A small chime rang when the door was opened. “Welcome, to Helpherians we have magic if you have the coin.” The voice came from a skinny man, whose hair seems to be spotty, in places, he grinned at them as they came in, a tooth missing just off center. “I think we came to the wrong place,” Bloodstone said stopping. “You buying or selling?” the man asked. “We are looking for spell books,” Bloodstone said. “Ahh I have a few in at the moment, some tier three and one tier four spell.” The man said, walking over to them. “Well, she doesn’t need one, me and my associate do.” He gestured first to Amethyst and secondly to Eve. Eve eyed at the man, “I think we should find another shop.” “Nonsense, you will not find a better price on a spell book used or otherwise.” He said rummaging in a box. He pulled out three books, one looked like it had seen better days. The cover was hanging on by threads, as if someone had tried to sew it back on. The second book he put on the table looked like it had been soaked in water. The last book was slightly smaller than the other two and had a bright green cover. “These are the best books in my shop.” “Yea, we are leaving,” Bloodstone said turning to leave. Eve grabbed the door and started opening it. “Wait, Wait, I have more books, you can’t judge a book by its cover.” He said rummaging behind the counter. Bloodstone turned back to him, “Look I don’t want to waste your time, or mine. I need six empty spell books, and even a few spells in a single book would be helpful.”“Six?” he squeaked. “Six empty books, why would you need six empty books, are there new mages?” He said composing himself. “Yes, I have that many empty spell books” He said as he rummaged behind the counter again. He put a single book on the counter. “Now where did I put the rest. Oh that’s right.” He stepped out from behind the counter and walked over to a shelf, there were a dozen books he pulled five of them off the shelf and dropped them on the counter. A small cloud of dust puffed off of them. Bloodstone sneezed, “How much?” “Fifty gold each, for the blank ones, the green one is two fifty and the water spells are three hundred, and the last one is five hundred.” The merchant said returning behind the counter.
Eve still holding the door asked, “Fifty gold for an empty book? nos estaba robando claramente.” She said a little annoyed.
Everyone looked at her, Bloodstone said, “The lady here thinks your books are very overpriced, I agree. Is there another shop we can go to?”
The guardsman shrugged, “Sure, there is that woman’s shop a block over, never been there myself.”
Bloodstone turned back towards the door. Eve was watching the man behind the counter. He seemed torn, “I suppose I can make a deal, say fifteen hundred for all of them.”
“Not interested, and that’s more than they are all worth. I was going to ask about magic items, this place is a rip off.” Bloodstone said covering the few steps towards the door.
Seeing the sale walking out, the man behind the counter, said, “I’m sure we can make a deal, what do you have to spend?”
Bloodstone stopped and turned at the door, “This is not how this works, I came here expecting someone having fair value, for goods. I’m pretty sure you have no idea who you’re dealing with, my wife [Lady] Amethyst, has a spell book already.”
There was a slight flicker of magic around Lady Amethyst. Lady Amethyst spoke, “Summon spell book” And the large tomb materialized in her hand.
The shop keeper froze, licked his lips, “Uh, um er..” He coughed. “I had no idea! How much would you be willing to sell that book for.”
Lady Amethyst laughed, “I can’t sell it even if I wanted to, go ahead pick it up” she walked past Bloodstone and set the book on the counter.
The shop keeper reached out to pick up the book and his hands passed right through it as if it was smoke. “Wow, anti-theft magic never seen anything like it before. Really how much, would you be willing to sell it for.”
Lady Amethyst sighed, “You’re not getting it, it’s my book, mine alone. My daughter wanted to copy some of the spells out of the book, we can’t find anyone willing to sell spell books.”
“Oh, well the spell books here are fifty gold each. I can reduce the price down to say half off, since they have been in my shop so long. Would this be your daughter?” He asked looking at Eve.
“No, this is Eve she is someone we are recruiting. My daughter is working with the Kings Mages, coping some spells out of some larger book they have, she needs her own spell book.” She replied.
Lady Amethyst leaned over the counter slightly, “I really would like to make some purchases here, I am a [Lady] after all, at least that’s what your king called me.”
Several emotions flickered across his face, fear, greed, fascination. Greed won out, “What else are you looking for [Lady] Amethyst,” his eyes glued to hers.
“Well we are looking for a few trinkets, or a bag of holding, perhaps an appraisal of the two we have and perhaps some custom work?” She said batting her eyes.
“I have a small selection of items, I think I have a bag around here somewhere,” He broke eye contact to look for the bag. “Though I don’t do any custom work, I am a [trader] not an [enchanter].” He paused, “What the heck is a [raid enchanter]?”
Bloodstone and Lady Amethyst stared at him, Eve said,” Don’t ask me I don’t have that class.”
Lady Amethyst sighed and broke the tension by saying,” It’s a [enchanter], I know a bunch of tricks and spells that can be using to take down raid level monsters and crowd control. There’s more to it but I can’t memorize the higher tier spells now, they are in my book, just need to get some experience to be able to cast them.”
“I never heard of a class having a weird spell book like that. You mentioned copying spell books, would you be willing to sell me a copy?” He asked.
“I think we can arrange something, we need to get some items appraised, as well as pick up some blank spell books. Though I am interested in the three books you have they are out of the price range I was thinking.” Bloodstone said.
The shopkeeper turned back to Lady Amethyst, “I see, so what were you thinking for the spell books, and what kind of items are you looking for?” He asked.
“Do you know an [enchanter] we can talk to? And I see many items in your display cases, we are looking for a bag of holding, and some examples of simple magics on an item.” She said glancing at Bloodstone.
He pulled a very weather worn sack, out of one of the display cases, and set it on the counter. “It’s very noisy, or so I am told. It can be repaired, just not by me. Jaslene is the best [enchanter] on the continent, she can tell you more about any items you might need appraised, I can give you a reference if you want. This bag I can sell for say two hundred fifty gold.”
“The reference is thoughtful, if you can have that written up, so one fifty for the spell books, and two fifty for the bag, for four hundred, coins. If we buy the other three books right now can we make it an even thousand coins? Though it looks like you have some other blank books, would you be willing to make a deal, considering my daughter can fill the books and make them more sellable” Amethyst said looking at the bag.
The shop keeper paused and thought about it for a moment. “Ok, and I can throw in two extra books, with the condition that you return one of them with spells to sell.”
“I think we have an agreement,” She pulled another bag out and started stacking coins.
“We don’t do it that way, let me get the scale.” The shop keeper said pulling up a small balancing scale. It took a bit of time to complete the transaction as well as get the letter of reference from the shopkeeper, whom they found out his name was Cecile.
They left the shop and as the door closed, Bloodstone turned to Amethyst,” You were brilliant, he never stood a chance.”
He turned to Eve, and glanced at the guardsman, “Eve, there’s something I have been meaning to ask, I hope you don’t take it the wrong way.” “What?” She asked somewhat indifferent. “You seem a little down, I realize that the situation we are in sucks. We need to stick together, though I get the feeling you don’t trust us.” He said.
“How do I explain, I had a bad life, were I was. People always took advantage of me; you haven’t given me any reason to really trust you. This place is just like home, just no electricity and more problems. It’s nothing personal, you and your wife have tried to look out for me. I’m not a kid.” She said somewhat bitterly.
Bloodstone looked at the guard, “can you show us to this enchanter Jaslene’s shop?” The guard nodded and started walking; bloodstone followed, and as Eve took a step, Amethyst said, “hold on a moment, can we talk woman to woman?” Eve paused and then shrugged, “I supposed”
“There’s something you need to know, it’s kind of a secret. It’s about one of the classes my husband has, can you keep the secret?” She asked.
“What is the class, it’s not something bad is it?” She asked.
“No, it’s actually a very special class, one that if we keep secret might let us all survive, make a life here. It’s up to you, I’m going to trust you. the last class he has is [psion]” She said.
“What class is that?” Eve asked.
“It allows him to read minds, and broadcast his thoughts. The others know he told them, and can communicate with them over distance.” Amethyst replied.
“He’s been reading everyone’s minds, including mine.” She said angrily. “It’s not like that, at least the way he explained it. He has to concentrate on someone to hear surface thoughts, or send a message or listen for one. You can see why he kept it a secret” She said.
“He has trouble reading you sometimes, since he doesn’t know Spanish very well. We do want to help, if you let us.” Amethyst said.
“Or you’ll mind control me,” She asked a little more upset.
It’s not like that Eve, and I understand how you might be afraid of me reading your mind. Was broadcast into her head
“Stay out of my head” She said a little loudly. “Well you know now, we need to catch up”, She said walking after Bloodstone.
Eve stood on the street watching them, a bit of fear sat in the pit of her stomach. “How do I know you’re not manipulating me.”
There was no answer, she stood on the street for a few more minutes until they were out of sight. Something about this felt wrong, she wasn’t sure how or why she felt that way, she just did.
The guard, Bloodstone and Lady Amethyst had turned a corner, and traveled eight blocks down. The residence they arrived at, and it was a residence with a high metal gate, and a green lawn. The residence stood out, it screamed wealth. The four-story stone building had a gate than on the corner. The building looked like it was more defensive than aesthetic. The guard opened the gate and let them enter, “Hey where the other woman run off to?” He asked realizing Eve was absent.
Bloodstone sighed, “She needed some time to think, she should be all right.” He glanced at Lady Amethyst.
At least I hope so, he sent to Amethyst.
“Do you want to go get her, I can talk with this enchantress, maybe get some tips, or suggestions.” Lady Amethyst asked.
“No if she can’t trust us, then chasing her down will just freak her out more.”, He said.
“You two wait here, I’ll go find her.” The guardsman said.
“Sure thing”, Bloodstone replied.
The guardsman closed the gate with them inside and jogged down the street back to the other shop.
“Do you know where she is?”, Amethyst asked.
“No, I broke contact, she’s a bit skittish, the others have a way to get my attention, even while I am not actively scanning. How do you want to handle this” He said pointing towards the door.
“I wouldn’t read her mind, Let us see if she home” she said.
Bloodstone offered his arm and she looped hers through his, and they walked to the door. There was a large brass knocker on the door. Lady Amethyst raised it and knocked twice.
A young man answered the door, “Can I help you?” the teen asked.
Bloodstone handed him the letter, from Cecile. “Let me see if my aunt will see you.” He closed the door.
The young man returned, a few minutes later, “Please come in” He said gesturing into the open doorway. The foyer was immense and a staircase could be seen going to the second floor, and it seems to wind around overhead. There were paintings on the walls of people and scenes.
“This way please,” He said heading under the stairs to a large double door. They followed him to a sitting room, that had been done in a very tasteful manner, it was elegant, and cozy. There was a wooden table set in the center of the room with decretive chairs. The older woman sat facing the door, the letter on the table visible. She had gray hair, and it was tied more in a bun, than loose. There were a few strands that seems to have gotten loose. She wore glasses, and her blouse, and long dress were elegant, as well and appeared to be rich cloth, possibly silk.
“Good afternoon, Cecile must be losing his touch, if you got him to write this letter. Please have a seat, and tell me what kind of magic you’re looking for. Percival, can you bring tea.”
“Yes Ma’am”, the boy said leaving the room.
They sat down at the offered chairs. “I heard the king had given out titles recently, to some of those he summoned, you must have made an impression.”
“There’s one of our group who uncovered a plot, the king decided that he needed us to stay close.” Bloodstone replied.
“You’re an [enchanter], Cecil says, could you tell me your levels?” She asked.
“I am a level two [Illusionist], and a level two [raid enchanter] and a [hero] level.” Lady amethyst replied.
“How fascinating, I have never heard of that kind of enchanter.”, she turned to Bloodstone, “So what classes do you have.”
“[Wizard], [hero], [engineer] [psion] and [swordsman]”, He replied, and then froze. “How did you make me say that?” He asked.
She smiled, “At least you’re not being deceptive. I suspect, that you’re here, about those very noise bags you have as well and to see if I have anything I am willing to sell you.”
“Noisy bags?” Bloodstone asked.
She gestured and the three bags of holding floated to the table.” These, I have seen them all before. The one you bought from Cecile is a total loss, it’s probably beyond repair. The other two are older, but are still noisy, looking at them, I don’t think they are worth repairing.”
“Meaning it would be cheaper to have a new one made?” Bloodstone asked.
“Precisely, oh they will function for a few years or decades but one day one of the spell bindings on the bag will break and all the contents inside will burst out. Now if you’re interested in replacing them, I can have new ones made in about a months’ time, and they will cost about eight hundred gold each, I would also need a deposit of five hundred gold. Now if there is something else you’re looking for we can discuss the fees and time”
“I see, it takes time to make a bag, I would like to see one being made if that’s possible. We both would like to know how magic items are created, from both a practical or philosophical stand point.” He said gesturing to the bags.
She moved her glasses off her nose slightly and looked at him,” You’re a strange individual, how is it you don’t know how magic items are made?”
“We come from a place where technology, is common, and there is no magic.” Bloodstone replied.
“You’re one of those summoned individuals, that the king has been pulling from the dirt place.” She said, pushing her glasses back in place.
“Earth or Terra, is the name of the place. From what we have read, we will need magic, both in spell and gear. I have many items that I think could help us, if they can be made that is. Or if we can make them ourselves, the problem with that is we don’t have working knowledge of how to make items.”
The woman laughed, “Of course not, no enchanter would willingly give up that information, never mind write it down. Look around you, this is the fruits of my talents, I am the best [Enchanter] on the continent, I only know of a few enchanters who are higher level.”
Bloodstone looked down, “I get it, I really do, you have a good thing, you have no idea what we might be able to do. I am guessing just to teach us the basics would require us being an apprentice or some exorbitant fee.”
The woman looked him over and rested her head on the outside of her hands,” You need to get some experience with magic, maybe I will help you, just a little.” She got up from her table she picked up a cane and hobbled over to a large glass case with doors on it. “The problem with young people today is that they don’t listen to their elders, Magic isn’t something you can teach really well, at least not to everyone. When I was younger, I bought and sold magic, on another continent. Took me years to master the craft, and I still have not found how to open this box.” She took a simple box down off the top shelf. She carried it back over and put in in the middle of the table. “I bought this box, from a group of gold adventurers, it is magical, what’s in it or how to open it I have no idea. It’s given me a lot of ideas on making magic items, and yet it still will not open.”
“I don’t understand.” Bloodstone said looking at the box. It was a wooden box, there were no symbols, or accents or even a lock, there was a small seam that looked like a lid. It didn’t even appear to have been stained, though the workmanship on just the box made it to be one piece of wood. The grains lined up across the small seam that appeared to be the lid.
“I have tried everything I know, disenchantments, brute force, spells that would melt stone to liquid, and this dam box would not open. You tell me what is inside and I will think about it.”
“How would I know how to open this box?” He asked.
She sighed, “It is one of the few things that has frustrated me, not knowing if I made a good deal.”
He stared at the box, focusing his will directly on its surface. The box was a hard surface, and he pushed slightly with his will against the box. The box slid two millimeters on the table.
“How did you get it to move?” She asked
“Focus of will, it is hard, like steel. Let me try something.” He stared at the box, feeling its hard structure. He focused on the table, it was hard as well though there was some give to the material. He returned his focus to the box, and made it into a fine point, the box stopped this as well. Running it along the longest length there did not seem to be any change, he ran it down top to bottom, this fine point of will. Beads of sweat began to form as he continued to concentrate on the box. There was a slight indent were the lid was, it too resisted. He stopped for a moment, “Its solid, I need a moment.” He relaxed, his body cooling from the exertion.
“I didn’t expect, you to be able to open the box, or see inside.” She said returning to her chair.
“Then why have me try, I think I can try a different approach, though it may not work.” Bloodstone said returning his gaze to the box.
“Maybe these will help you” She said removing her glasses and setting them on the table.
“Uh not sure how,” He said gently picking them up.
“Put them on,” He chided.
He put them on and looked at the box, it glowed, with a soft light, looking closer he could see bands of silver light gently wrapping the box. Thousands of strands like spider silk only more delicate. “Is this the enchantment on the box”, He asked.
“I believe so, if you look at your bags you will see the difference.”, she said smiling.
He glanced at her and sway that her clothes had the same shimmer, not as delicate. He pulled out one of the bags and looked at it. The bag he had glowed, the strands were course, and had knots, and there were loose strands then hung off the bag or were tucked into other strands. It looked like a tangled mess.
“How much for “, He started to say.
“Oh no, they are not for sale, not now, probably never. Use your trick see if you can find a thread. “She suggested.
Bloodstone gazed at the threads and focused his will again and pulled gently on a single loose thread on the bag. It pulled free and was a much longer string. He could see where it belonged, and pulled it to the matching end. “How do you get the threads to stick together?” He asked.
“I have no idea, usually you just weave the spell as one continuous thread through the object, as it wears or the threads fray, the magic becomes more unstable until it just falls apart.” She replied.
T here was a small gap between the ends, it appeared that something had damaged the threads. He removed the glasses, and set them back on the table. Still holding the ends he pulled them together. “They don’t want to bind. And they don’t want to tie, how strange.” He then tried to splice the ends together, and there was a spark that flashed around the bag as the two ends joined.
“My word, what was that.” She said picking up the glasses.
Amethyst had been watching the bag and had channeled mana into the bag itself.
“That’s fascinating, that you two can fix magic threads, very unusual.” She said.
There was a loud knocking, and a few minutes later the young man returned, “There is a [guardsman] here asking if the [Lord] and [Lady] are still here”
The guardsman stepped around the boy, “My apologies, I could not find Eve, she seems to have wandered off into the city.”
The woman looked at the guardsman, glanced at the box on the table then back to Bloodstone. “I believe you have what you need, for now, I would love to have you and her over for tea. Until then I have things I need to attend to.” She picked up the box and moved it out of sight.
“Of course, tomorrow or the day after how does that sound?” He asked.
“Noon tomorrow is fine”, she had hobbled back over to the cabinet and replaced the box back on the top shelf. “it seems you have a missing companion, bring them along tomorrow as well.”
Amethyst had not yet moved, she asked, “May I speak with you alone on a personal matter”
“Sure my dear, please show them out.” She said to the boy.
Bloodstone nodded and followed the boy and the [guardsman] back to the front door. The door closed to the small room.
They waited at the entrance for about ten minutes for Amethyst to finish her conversation. She came out and was thanking the woman, “I really appreciate it, I will have to stop in on that shop.”
Bloodstone and the [guardsman] walked out with Amethyst to the street.
“Where to now,” Amethyst asked.
“Well if she had a shop you needed to visit, there would be the next stop.” Bloodstone said.
She nodded, “She said there is a shop that has what I and the others need, it is on Feather way near the Grand road.”
The [guardsman] said, “I think I know the shop you are talking about, deals in clothing, and specializes in women undergarments.”
“That’s the one, lead on.” She said with a slight reddening of the face.
It was a twenty minute walk, to the shop. She went inside and came out almost twenty minutes later.
Bloodstone waited outside, however his face turned a bright red, relaying a conversation between Beth his daughter and Amethyst.
She came out, and chided Bloodstone, “you would think you of all people wouldn’t get embarrassed about those kinds of things.”
“It is not that, It’s the way the three of you were, never mind can we drop the subject?” He asked slightly red.
“Any luck finding Eve,” She asked.
“I haven’t really had a chance to look for her, give me a minute.” He said.
The [guardsman] who had been standing outside with bloodstone looked a little confused. “We have been standing out here. I am not sure where to look for her.”
“This shouldn’t take that long,” He said sighing. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He send out a mental pulse, a call to Eve. He still didn’t know what his range was to make a connection. Though have a connection with someone already made it easier to make the connection he had found, and familiarity with the person. Eve he had only made the once contact earlier today,a and his lack of familiarity was making it harder to find her.
“I think I found her, this way.” He said, taking off into a slight jog.
The guardsman looked very confused.
Three minutes later they turned onto a side street, they had passed people in the street , no one paid them any real attention. As they turned down the street, a small crowd had gathered. They waded through the crowd, to the center where two guardsmen held a man down, and a third stood over Eve.
There was a pool of blood that was slowly spreading out from Eve. The guardsman they were with froze for just a moment and then took charge. “What is going on here” He asked.
Several people that had been watching turned and went about their business, and left the scene.
Bloodstone knelt down next to Eve, she had been slashed by a dagger, there were deep cuts on her hands, and a stab wound on her chest. The blood was coming from her neck and the guard was trying to put pressure on it. “Bloody mess, where is that runner!” he said seeing Bloodstone for the first time.
“You, put pressure here, if we don’t get this wound closed she’s going to die. Where is that runner?”
Bloodstone did as the guardsman asked. He could feel Eve, and he made the mental connection. The fear almost over whelmed him, as the connection was made.
Eve, stay with me. He broadcasted to her mind.
Her eyes snapped open and she tried to get up, “Don’t move this is bad, real bad. You have been slashed in the throat, it hit one the arteries.” He said and he could feel the bloods oozing under his hands.
I don’t want to die, not here. Was the though he picked up from her.
“Shhh, you need to trust me, I won’t let that happen.” He said trying to reassure her.
Bloodstone analyzed the situation, what he needed, what could he do, what was available. The wound on her neck needed to be fixed, even modern medicine, would have requires a surgeon, of at least some skill. He wasn’t a surgeon, but he had seen something today that he might be able to use. What did he have to lose, just Eve’s life.
He sent a mental message to Amethyst, who began casting, a flicker of energy enveloped Eve, him and Amethyst. He felt her begin to channel mana into Eve.
“Spider web, thinner that hair. He could feel the mana forming into a thread, as he focused it. Bead of sweat started to form immediately as he started to push the mana through the two ends of the flesh that had been split. It wasn’t working, the threads we not sticking or staying they just passed through her flesh as if they were ghosts.
Then a suggestion from his daughter solidified the problem for him, different mana frequencies, if that was a thing. He took a deep breath, centered his mind and cut all the other connections, except Eve’s.
He felt her blood and the wounds she had received; he took the mana and willed the wounds closed, and nothing happened. He tried to will them to heal, and use the mana the energies around him, and her. There was a shift, as her own body began to heal itself, as he focused on the small area around her neck the wound closed ever so slowly. There was another problem she had lost a lot of blood, she was starting loose consciences, the connection was fading, and with it his sense of her.
He was racing the clock, and there was not enough time. She needed blood. The bloods that had pooled was already sticky, and dying. Where could he get more, if it were a modern situation, a transfusion would be needed. The problem is that you cant just transfuse blood from one person to another unless they are compatible.
Bloodstone knew his blood type was O negative, O was a universal donor, meaning anyone could receive it. Would that help in this situation? How could he giver her blood? He had to try.
The on lookers didn’t see her wound heal on her neck, or the weird connection Bloodstones wrist made to her neck. Most just wanted to see what would happen.
A runner arrived with several healing potions, the guardsman tried to move bloodstone hands, and stared at the weird purple tubes that came off his wrist and went into her neck.
“Potions, use the potions” Bloodstone rasped.
The guardsman put a full potion down her throat, she coughed. The guard saw the purple thing from the man’s wrist dissolve.
“She should be fine now.” He stood up took a single stop and started to fall. The [guardsman] who had been with them all day caught him before he hit the cobblestone road.
There were some murmurs from the crowd, wanting to know what had happened and who the man was. Bloodstone passed out.