Chapter 366: Matter over Mind
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Chapter 366: Matter over Mind
Matter over Mind
The longer Martel thought about it, the better he felt about his decision to stay in Morcaster. As intriguing as it would be to set sail for foreign lands, ultimately, it was a step too far to trust this mysterious fellow, whom he had only met once before, and whose real name he had not learned. Going to his class on Tyrian runes, sitting down with Maximilian and Eleanor on either side, Martel felt reassured he had chosen wisely.
As the previous Mandays, Master Fenrick had another rune to teach them. Martel felt a little overwhelmed at the pace with which they went through the symbols, considering he had yet to make any of them work; and if he had trouble doing so, he could only imagine how the rest of the class felt. But either the teacher knew what he was doing, or he did not care. In either case, he held up a parchment to show them yet another strange symbol with twisting lines interlocking.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
"The rune of preservation, we call it, as its purpose is to create cold. You may think that nature provides this in abundance in the lands of Tyria, but even there, summer can be hot and quickly turn food spoiled. This rune, which they might inscribe straight upon the meat or bread, keeps it cold. While obviously our own enchantments can achieve the same effect, only those gifted in elemental magic can do this." The teacher glanced at his students, all of the mageknights except one. "That means even you have hope of learning how to keep your ale cold on a hot day."
"Finally, something useful," Maximilian muttered, which made Martel smile.
"The activating word is this. Frjósa." Master Fenrick almost breathed rather than spoke the phrase, but they all saw the shimmer of magic around his hand. From the distance, Martel could not tell of any effect, so he let his ability to sense heat extend forward. A cold pocket met him where the rune stood inscribed on the parchment. "Get to work," their teacher commanded. He spent the remainder of the lesson moving up and down the classroom, issuing corrections wherever needed.
Martel nodded quickly and prepared himself once more.
***
Ready to give the elixir of fortitude another try, Martel stood once more in Mistress Rana's laboratory. He had brought his note with him, written down after last time so that he might remember the different steps. Unlike previous potions, this recipe required the ingredients added at different times with different heat. Adjusting the intensity of the fire was no issue for Martel, but he found it difficult to know when it was the right time to add the next reagent.
He was supposed to know this by examining his brew as he went along, checking colour, viscosity, and even smell; all of these signs and others would tell him when it was ready to move to the next step. Assuming he was a skilled alchemist who could correctly determine all of this, naturally. He had failed to do so last time, forcing Mistress Rana to step in and do it for him in order to save the potion. But he would learn it eventually; if that required some failures along the way, he would just have to accept that and keep trying.
"Let me see what you wrote down." Mistress Rana took his notes and let her eyes glance over it. "You remembered everything, at least, though your handwriting leaves much to be desired. Still, no use having a skilled hand if your mind is empty." She handed it back. "Very well, let us try it again. This time, remember to use all your senses. Even something like how the potion simmers can tell you whether you're progressing correctly or not."
"Yes, mistress." Taking his notes back, Martel put them aside and began awakening the magic in the ingredients.
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Chapter 366: Matter over Mind
Matter over Mind
The longer Martel thought about it, the better he felt about his decision to stay in Morcaster. As intriguing as it would be to set sail for foreign lands, ultimately, it was a step too far to trust this mysterious fellow, whom he had only met once before, and whose real name he had not learned. Going to his class on Tyrian runes, sitting down with Maximilian and Eleanor on either side, Martel felt reassured he had chosen wisely.
As the previous Mandays, Master Fenrick had another rune to teach them. Martel felt a little overwhelmed at the pace with which they went through the symbols, considering he had yet to make any of them work; and if he had trouble doing so, he could only imagine how the rest of the class felt. But either the teacher knew what he was doing, or he did not care. In either case, he held up a parchment to show them yet another strange symbol with twisting lines interlocking.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
"The rune of preservation, we call it, as its purpose is to create cold. You may think that nature provides this in abundance in the lands of Tyria, but even there, summer can be hot and quickly turn food spoiled. This rune, which they might inscribe straight upon the meat or bread, keeps it cold. While obviously our own enchantments can achieve the same effect, only those gifted in elemental magic can do this." The teacher glanced at his students, all of the mageknights except one. "That means even you have hope of learning how to keep your ale cold on a hot day."
"Finally, something useful," Maximilian muttered, which made Martel smile.
"The activating word is this. Frjósa." Master Fenrick almost breathed rather than spoke the phrase, but they all saw the shimmer of magic around his hand. From the distance, Martel could not tell of any effect, so he let his ability to sense heat extend forward. A cold pocket met him where the rune stood inscribed on the parchment. "Get to work," their teacher commanded. He spent the remainder of the lesson moving up and down the classroom, issuing corrections wherever needed.
Martel nodded quickly and prepared himself once more.
***
Ready to give the elixir of fortitude another try, Martel stood once more in Mistress Rana's laboratory. He had brought his note with him, written down after last time so that he might remember the different steps. Unlike previous potions, this recipe required the ingredients added at different times with different heat. Adjusting the intensity of the fire was no issue for Martel, but he found it difficult to know when it was the right time to add the next reagent.
He was supposed to know this by examining his brew as he went along, checking colour, viscosity, and even smell; all of these signs and others would tell him when it was ready to move to the next step. Assuming he was a skilled alchemist who could correctly determine all of this, naturally. He had failed to do so last time, forcing Mistress Rana to step in and do it for him in order to save the potion. But he would learn it eventually; if that required some failures along the way, he would just have to accept that and keep trying.
"Let me see what you wrote down." Mistress Rana took his notes and let her eyes glance over it. "You remembered everything, at least, though your handwriting leaves much to be desired. Still, no use having a skilled hand if your mind is empty." She handed it back. "Very well, let us try it again. This time, remember to use all your senses. Even something like how the potion simmers can tell you whether you're progressing correctly or not."
"Yes, mistress." Taking his notes back, Martel put them aside and began awakening the magic in the ingredients.
Chapter 366: Matter over MindMatter over MindThe longer Martel thought about it, the better he felt about his decision to stay in Morcaster. As intriguing as it would be to set sail for foreign lands, ultimately, it was a step too far to trust this mysterious fellow, whom he had only met once before, and whose real name he had not learned. Going to his class on Tyrian runes, sitting down with Maximilian and Eleanor on either side, Martel felt reassured he had chosen wisely.As the previous Mandays, Master Fenrick had another rune to teach them. Martel felt a little overwhelmed at the pace with which they went through the symbols, considering he had yet to make any of them work; and if he had trouble doing so, he could only imagine how the rest of the class felt. But either the teacher knew what he was doing, or he did not care. In either case, he held up a parchment to show them yet another strange symbol with twisting lines interlocking.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n."The rune of preservation, we call it, as its purpose is to create cold. You may think that nature provides this in abundance in the lands of Tyria, but even there, summer can be hot and quickly turn food spoiled. This rune, which they might inscribe straight upon the meat or bread, keeps it cold. While obviously our own enchantments can achieve the same effect, only those gifted in elemental magic can do this." The teacher glanced at his students, all of the mageknights except one. "That means even you have hope of learning how to keep your ale cold on a hot day.""Finally, something useful," Maximilian muttered, which made Martel smile."The activating word is this. Frjosa." Master Fenrick almost breathed rather than spoke the phrase, but they all saw the shimmer of magic around his hand. From the distance, Martel could not tell of any effect, so he let his ability to sense heat extend forward. A cold pocket met him where the rune stood inscribed on the parchment. "Get to work," their teacher commanded. He spent the remainder of the lesson moving up and down the classroom, issuing corrections wherever needed.Martel nodded quickly and prepared himself once more.***Ready to give the elixir of fortitude another try, Martel stood once more in Mistress Rana's laboratory. He had brought his note with him, written down after last time so that he might remember the different steps. Unlike previous potions, this recipe required the ingredients added at different times with different heat. Adjusting the intensity of the fire was no issue for Martel, but he found it difficult to know when it was the right time to add the next reagent.He was supposed to know this by examining his brew as he went along, checking colour, viscosity, and even smell; all of these signs and others would tell him when it was ready to move to the next step. Assuming he was a skilled alchemist who could correctly determine all of this, naturally. He had failed to do so last time, forcing Mistress Rana to step in and do it for him in order to save the potion. But he would learn it eventually; if that required some failures along the way, he would just have to accept that and keep trying."Let me see what you wrote down." Mistress Rana took his notes and let her eyes glance over it. "You remembered everything, at least, though your handwriting leaves much to be desired. Still, no use having a skilled hand if your mind is empty." She handed it back. "Very well, let us try it again. This time, remember to use all your senses. Even something like how the potion simmers can tell you whether you're progressing correctly or not.""Yes, mistress." Taking his notes back, Martel put them aside and began awakening the magic in the ingredients.
