Chapter 555: Blue Skin
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Chapter 555: Blue Skin
Blue Skin
Martel and Eleanor were on their way out of the small camp when a voice called out. "Prefects, one moment!" They both turned around to find Florence, the mageknight in charge, striding towards them. "This came for you yesterday." She handed over a brief missive.
Reading it, Eleanor looked up. "Why are we only receiving it now?"
Florence shrugged. "You weren't in camp when it arrived, and I forgot. Safe journey." She walked away.
Grumbling, Eleanor handed over the missive to Martel.
Sir Fontaine, Sir Martel, returned to the camp at Esmouth immediately. Sir Lara
"Why?" Martel immediately asked. It had been about a month since summer solstice; he could not think of any occasion that warranted their presence in camp.
"I suppose we will find out. Come on, we should pack some provisions. I will get us horses."
Martel groaned.
***
It was pleasant to journey through the forest in high summer, assuming no Khivans lurked about. The trees provided pleasant shade, and the nights were warm enough to make sleeping outside tolerable. As the legion constantly patrolled this particular trail between the camp and the outpost, Martel almost felt he could even relax. The only issue was the uncertainty about the reasons for him and Eleanor being recalled.
"Why do you think we've been summoned?" he asked at length as they made camp for the night.
"Maybe they have realised our presence at the outpost only attracts unwanted attention," Eleanor speculated.
"What is the purpose of the outpost in the first place? The camp by the river is much more defensible."
"I assume they want stronger control with the area. The ability to have eyes further east and a better understanding of Khivan movements." She shrugged.
"What about that spy? Wulfstan. You think he has something to do with us being called back?" Martel considered, switching back to the prior topic.
"I think he left long ago, did he not? A fiveday after we arrived or something. But I never understood his purpose. Whether spying or catching spies, the outpost is hardly fertile hunting grounds."
"Alright. I suppose we'll find out when we arrived. I'll take first watch." It would be a while before he could fall asleep anyway, with his head full of thoughts.
Eleanor waited a small distance from the tent, and she immediately approached as she saw him leave. "What is the situation?"
"It could be worse. I know of an elixir to cure this, assuming I can get everything in sufficient quantities." He looked up at the sky, slowly darkening. "What phase is the moon in?"
"I am not sure," she replied, sounding caught off-guard. "I think it was new moon ten days ago?"
"Full moon would be best," he mumbled, mostly to himself, "but it'll have to do."
"Martel," she said with added weight to her voice, "is this like Morcaster? How bad will this get?"
"Blue plague does not spread as easily," he reassured her. "As long as we notice new patients and isolate them here, contagion should be limited. Let's walk." He set into motion, and she followed.
"So what do we do now?"
"They've got that part handled. I'll get the camp prefect to find me resources, but you and I will have to make our own trip. Some of this can only be collected by an alchemist," Martel explained. "Give me a moment." He headed inside his own tent and began scribbling down every ingredient that could be gathered by normal means. "Let's go," he said as he returned outside, and they continued.
"Where to?"
"Camp prefect." They moved through the camp until they reached the tent belonging to the man keeping the wheels of the legion turning.
"Prefects," Robert said with a frown, seeing them enter. "What's this?"
Martel placed his list on the desk. "Gather every legionary who can recognise herbs and have them search the area for these. I need as many as you can get."
Robert picked up the list. "I should like some explanation what is this for?"
"Alchemy."
"You're the alchemist Sir Lara sent for?"
"Yes. I know, most surprising, not what you expected from a battlemage. Irrelevant. Soldiers are dying. Get everything you can from that list, and bring it to the Tyrian enclave in town. Understood?"
The camp prefect looked at a loss for words, but he managed to finally say, "Very well."
The pair left his tent. Once outside, Eleanor looked at Martel. "What now?"
He took a deep breath. "Time to set up a potion mill."
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Chapter 555: Blue Skin
Blue Skin
Martel and Eleanor were on their way out of the small camp when a voice called out. "Prefects, one moment!" They both turned around to find Florence, the mageknight in charge, striding towards them. "This came for you yesterday." She handed over a brief missive.
Reading it, Eleanor looked up. "Why are we only receiving it now?"
Florence shrugged. "You weren't in camp when it arrived, and I forgot. Safe journey." She walked away.
Grumbling, Eleanor handed over the missive to Martel.
Sir Fontaine, Sir Martel, returned to the camp at Esmouth immediately. Sir Lara
"Why?" Martel immediately asked. It had been about a month since summer solstice; he could not think of any occasion that warranted their presence in camp.
"I suppose we will find out. Come on, we should pack some provisions. I will get us horses."
Martel groaned.
***
It was pleasant to journey through the forest in high summer, assuming no Khivans lurked about. The trees provided pleasant shade, and the nights were warm enough to make sleeping outside tolerable. As the legion constantly patrolled this particular trail between the camp and the outpost, Martel almost felt he could even relax. The only issue was the uncertainty about the reasons for him and Eleanor being recalled.
"Why do you think we've been summoned?" he asked at length as they made camp for the night.
"Maybe they have realised our presence at the outpost only attracts unwanted attention," Eleanor speculated.
"What is the purpose of the outpost in the first place? The camp by the river is much more defensible."
"I assume they want stronger control with the area. The ability to have eyes further east and a better understanding of Khivan movements." She shrugged.
"What about that spy? Wulfstan. You think he has something to do with us being called back?" Martel considered, switching back to the prior topic.
"I think he left long ago, did he not? A fiveday after we arrived or something. But I never understood his purpose. Whether spying or catching spies, the outpost is hardly fertile hunting grounds."
"Alright. I suppose we'll find out when we arrived. I'll take first watch." It would be a while before he could fall asleep anyway, with his head full of thoughts.
Eleanor waited a small distance from the tent, and she immediately approached as she saw him leave. "What is the situation?"
"It could be worse. I know of an elixir to cure this, assuming I can get everything in sufficient quantities." He looked up at the sky, slowly darkening. "What phase is the moon in?"
"I am not sure," she replied, sounding caught off-guard. "I think it was new moon ten days ago?"
"Full moon would be best," he mumbled, mostly to himself, "but it'll have to do."
"Martel," she said with added weight to her voice, "is this like Morcaster? How bad will this get?"
"Blue plague does not spread as easily," he reassured her. "As long as we notice new patients and isolate them here, contagion should be limited. Let's walk." He set into motion, and she followed.
"So what do we do now?"
"They've got that part handled. I'll get the camp prefect to find me resources, but you and I will have to make our own trip. Some of this can only be collected by an alchemist," Martel explained. "Give me a moment." He headed inside his own tent and began scribbling down every ingredient that could be gathered by normal means. "Let's go," he said as he returned outside, and they continued.
"Where to?"
"Camp prefect." They moved through the camp until they reached the tent belonging to the man keeping the wheels of the legion turning.
"Prefects," Robert said with a frown, seeing them enter. "What's this?"
Martel placed his list on the desk. "Gather every legionary who can recognise herbs and have them search the area for these. I need as many as you can get."
Robert picked up the list. "I should like some explanation what is this for?"
"Alchemy."
"You're the alchemist Sir Lara sent for?"
"Yes. I know, most surprising, not what you expected from a battlemage. Irrelevant. Soldiers are dying. Get everything you can from that list, and bring it to the Tyrian enclave in town. Understood?"
The camp prefect looked at a loss for words, but he managed to finally say, "Very well."
The pair left his tent. Once outside, Eleanor looked at Martel. "What now?"
He took a deep breath. "Time to set up a potion mill."
Chapter 555: Blue SkinBlue SkinMartel and Eleanor were on their way out of the small camp when a voice called out. "Prefects, one moment!" They both turned around to find Florence, the mageknight in charge, striding towards them. "This came for you yesterday." She handed over a brief missive.Reading it, Eleanor looked up. "Why are we only receiving it now?"Florence shrugged. "You weren't in camp when it arrived, and I forgot. Safe journey." She walked away.Grumbling, Eleanor handed over the missive to Martel.Sir Fontaine, Sir Martel, returned to the camp at Esmouth immediately. Sir Lara"Why?" Martel immediately asked. It had been about a month since summer solstice; he could not think of any occasion that warranted their presence in camp."I suppose we will find out. Come on, we should pack some provisions. I will get us horses."Martel groaned.***It was pleasant to journey through the forest in high summer, assuming no Khivans lurked about. The trees provided pleasant shade, and the nights were warm enough to make sleeping outside tolerable. As the legion constantly patrolled this particular trail between the camp and the outpost, Martel almost felt he could even relax. The only issue was the uncertainty about the reasons for him and Eleanor being recalled."Why do you think we've been summoned?" he asked at length as they made camp for the night."Maybe they have realised our presence at the outpost only attracts unwanted attention," Eleanor speculated."What is the purpose of the outpost in the first place? The camp by the river is much more defensible.""I assume they want stronger control with the area. The ability to have eyes further east and a better understanding of Khivan movements." She shrugged."What about that spy? Wulfstan. You think he has something to do with us being called back?" Martel considered, switching back to the prior topic."I think he left long ago, did he not? A fiveday after we arrived or something. But I never understood his purpose. Whether spying or catching spies, the outpost is hardly fertile hunting grounds.""Alright. I suppose we'll find out when we arrived. I'll take first watch." It would be a while before he could fall asleep anyway, with his head full of thoughts.Eleanor waited a small distance from the tent, and she immediately approached as she saw him leave. "What is the situation?""It could be worse. I know of an elixir to cure this, assuming I can get everything in sufficient quantities." He looked up at the sky, slowly darkening. "What phase is the moon in?""I am not sure," she replied, sounding caught off-guard. "I think it was new moon ten days ago?""Full moon would be best," he mumbled, mostly to himself, "but it'll have to do.""Martel," she said with added weight to her voice, "is this like Morcaster? How bad will this get?""Blue plague does not spread as easily," he reassured her. "As long as we notice new patients and isolate them here, contagion should be limited. Let's walk." He set into motion, and she followed."So what do we do now?""They've got that part handled. I'll get the camp prefect to find me resources, but you and I will have to make our own trip. Some of this can only be collected by an alchemist," Martel explained. "Give me a moment." He headed inside his own tent and began scribbling down every ingredient that could be gathered by normal means. "Let's go," he said as he returned outside, and they continued."Where to?""Camp prefect." They moved through the camp until they reached the tent belonging to the man keeping the wheels of the legion turning."Prefects," Robert said with a frown, seeing them enter. "What's this?"Martel placed his list on the desk. "Gather every legionary who can recognise herbs and have them search the area for these. I need as many as you can get."Robert picked up the list. "I should like some explanation what is this for?""Alchemy.""You're the alchemist Sir Lara sent for?""Yes. I know, most surprising, not what you expected from a battlemage. Irrelevant. Soldiers are dying. Get everything you can from that list, and bring it to the Tyrian enclave in town. Understood?"The camp prefect looked at a loss for words, but he managed to finally say, "Very well."The pair left his tent. Once outside, Eleanor looked at Martel. "What now?"He took a deep breath. "Time to set up a potion mill."
