Chapter 74: Lightning from a Clear Sky
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Chapter 74: Lightning from a Clear Sky
Lightning from a Clear SkyÑøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
Next day's alchemy work passed without much incident; once again, Martel worked alone, which he did not mind. By now, he knew every part of it well; the little workshop felt familiar with its cupboards full of ingredients and salves, tools on the tables, and plants hanging from the air.
He did his labours until the bell rang. Upon hearing it, Martel cleaned his tools and workspace, put aside the finished ingredients, and took out his key that he could lock up once he left.
The door to the laboratory flung open. Mistress Rana stepped through. She had soot in her face, but Martel did not dare to ask. "Good! You haven't left. Wait here."
She disappeared back into her sanctum; Martel heard the stairs creak as she walked up. Confused, he stood tripping in one place, mindful that he needed to get to his lesson.
A minute later, his teacher returned. She handed him a folded note, barely a scrap of paper. "Get this to Master Fenrick. Don't forget to lock on your way out." She retreated to her laboratory.
Martel stuck the note into his pocket. It would have to wait; for now, elemental magic waited for him.
~
He knocked on the door belonging to Master Fenrick's chamber. No answer. Wondering what to do, Martel tried the handle. It was not locked. The door creaked open. A strange sight met him.
Books lay everywhere, in stacks or open atop whatever surface seemed available. Clothes were scattered across the floor or hanging on furniture. A collection of odd items could be seen on a shelf. Martel identified the silver-wound wand, which Master Fenrick had shown in class. But he could not recognise the other objects.
He approached, frowning. One consisted of various metal rings within each other, with a tiny, red stone in the centre. Another was simply a rock, which had a dull, black-green hue. Some kind of odd, uneven tube, made from bronze, with pieces of glass in either end. A tiny figurine carved entirely in green stone, except it did not resemble any creature he knew. A small box cut from a white material, possibly ivory, whose content he could only guess at. As much as curiosity urged him ahead, Martel figured it best not to fumble around with the unexplained artefacts belonging to a wizard.
Yet nothing prevented him from reading the note. Feeling only a little guilty, Martel unfolded the strip of paper.
All ingredients ready. Will get to work. Takes a few days. -R
He could easily guess the context. It seemed like the potion would be made. Martel folded the note back together and looked around for a suitable place to leave it. The desk seemed the most likely candidate, assuming the scrap of paper would not get lost in between stacks of books, pieces of parchment, and writing utensils that littered the space.
In the end, he placed the note on the open pages of the book in the middle of the desk. Yet as he did, his eyes fell upon the content of the tome. One page was dominated by an illustration of a strange symbol. Completely circular, it had various patterns inside, which he could not trace. It only took him a moment to remember where he had seen it before; it adorned the skin of the comatose Gerard.
Martel tried to read the text, but it was all written in Archean. Same with the title on the cover, as he closed the book. Quickly, he grabbed a piece of charcoal and copied the letters of the title to a blank piece of parchment. Opening the book back to how he found it, Martel made his retreat.
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Chapter 74: Lightning from a Clear Sky
Lightning from a Clear SkyÑøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
Next day's alchemy work passed without much incident; once again, Martel worked alone, which he did not mind. By now, he knew every part of it well; the little workshop felt familiar with its cupboards full of ingredients and salves, tools on the tables, and plants hanging from the air.
He did his labours until the bell rang. Upon hearing it, Martel cleaned his tools and workspace, put aside the finished ingredients, and took out his key that he could lock up once he left.
The door to the laboratory flung open. Mistress Rana stepped through. She had soot in her face, but Martel did not dare to ask. "Good! You haven't left. Wait here."
She disappeared back into her sanctum; Martel heard the stairs creak as she walked up. Confused, he stood tripping in one place, mindful that he needed to get to his lesson.
A minute later, his teacher returned. She handed him a folded note, barely a scrap of paper. "Get this to Master Fenrick. Don't forget to lock on your way out." She retreated to her laboratory.
Martel stuck the note into his pocket. It would have to wait; for now, elemental magic waited for him.
~
He knocked on the door belonging to Master Fenrick's chamber. No answer. Wondering what to do, Martel tried the handle. It was not locked. The door creaked open. A strange sight met him.
Books lay everywhere, in stacks or open atop whatever surface seemed available. Clothes were scattered across the floor or hanging on furniture. A collection of odd items could be seen on a shelf. Martel identified the silver-wound wand, which Master Fenrick had shown in class. But he could not recognise the other objects.
He approached, frowning. One consisted of various metal rings within each other, with a tiny, red stone in the centre. Another was simply a rock, which had a dull, black-green hue. Some kind of odd, uneven tube, made from bronze, with pieces of glass in either end. A tiny figurine carved entirely in green stone, except it did not resemble any creature he knew. A small box cut from a white material, possibly ivory, whose content he could only guess at. As much as curiosity urged him ahead, Martel figured it best not to fumble around with the unexplained artefacts belonging to a wizard.
Yet nothing prevented him from reading the note. Feeling only a little guilty, Martel unfolded the strip of paper.
All ingredients ready. Will get to work. Takes a few days. -R
He could easily guess the context. It seemed like the potion would be made. Martel folded the note back together and looked around for a suitable place to leave it. The desk seemed the most likely candidate, assuming the scrap of paper would not get lost in between stacks of books, pieces of parchment, and writing utensils that littered the space.
In the end, he placed the note on the open pages of the book in the middle of the desk. Yet as he did, his eyes fell upon the content of the tome. One page was dominated by an illustration of a strange symbol. Completely circular, it had various patterns inside, which he could not trace. It only took him a moment to remember where he had seen it before; it adorned the skin of the comatose Gerard.
Martel tried to read the text, but it was all written in Archean. Same with the title on the cover, as he closed the book. Quickly, he grabbed a piece of charcoal and copied the letters of the title to a blank piece of parchment. Opening the book back to how he found it, Martel made his retreat.
Chapter 74: Lightning from a Clear SkyLightning from a Clear SkyNvl-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.Next day's alchemy work passed without much incident; once again, Martel worked alone, which he did not mind. By now, he knew every part of it well; the little workshop felt familiar with its cupboards full of ingredients and salves, tools on the tables, and plants hanging from the air.He did his labours until the bell rang. Upon hearing it, Martel cleaned his tools and workspace, put aside the finished ingredients, and took out his key that he could lock up once he left.The door to the laboratory flung open. Mistress Rana stepped through. She had soot in her face, but Martel did not dare to ask. "Good! You haven't left. Wait here."She disappeared back into her sanctum; Martel heard the stairs creak as she walked up. Confused, he stood tripping in one place, mindful that he needed to get to his lesson.A minute later, his teacher returned. She handed him a folded note, barely a scrap of paper. "Get this to Master Fenrick. Don't forget to lock on your way out." She retreated to her laboratory.Martel stuck the note into his pocket. It would have to wait; for now, elemental magic waited for him.~He knocked on the door belonging to Master Fenrick's chamber. No answer. Wondering what to do, Martel tried the handle. It was not locked. The door creaked open. A strange sight met him.Books lay everywhere, in stacks or open atop whatever surface seemed available. Clothes were scattered across the floor or hanging on furniture. A collection of odd items could be seen on a shelf. Martel identified the silver-wound wand, which Master Fenrick had shown in class. But he could not recognise the other objects.He approached, frowning. One consisted of various metal rings within each other, with a tiny, red stone in the centre. Another was simply a rock, which had a dull, black-green hue. Some kind of odd, uneven tube, made from bronze, with pieces of glass in either end. A tiny figurine carved entirely in green stone, except it did not resemble any creature he knew. A small box cut from a white material, possibly ivory, whose content he could only guess at. As much as curiosity urged him ahead, Martel figured it best not to fumble around with the unexplained artefacts belonging to a wizard.Yet nothing prevented him from reading the note. Feeling only a little guilty, Martel unfolded the strip of paper.All ingredients ready. Will get to work. Takes a few days. -RHe could easily guess the context. It seemed like the potion would be made. Martel folded the note back together and looked around for a suitable place to leave it. The desk seemed the most likely candidate, assuming the scrap of paper would not get lost in between stacks of books, pieces of parchment, and writing utensils that littered the space.In the end, he placed the note on the open pages of the book in the middle of the desk. Yet as he did, his eyes fell upon the content of the tome. One page was dominated by an illustration of a strange symbol. Completely circular, it had various patterns inside, which he could not trace. It only took him a moment to remember where he had seen it before; it adorned the skin of the comatose Gerard.Martel tried to read the text, but it was all written in Archean. Same with the title on the cover, as he closed the book. Quickly, he grabbed a piece of charcoal and copied the letters of the title to a blank piece of parchment. Opening the book back to how he found it, Martel made his retreat.
