To Emon
Somewhere in Kraghammer...
"Yes commander, people from Tempest are here."
Some murmured conversation through a magical device slipped out into a darkened alleyway in between two houses. Dank and dirty smells oozed up from the bottom of the road as alcohol crept through in faint dribs and drabs.
"They have met with the Ironkeeper and seem to have been cordial. Besides that, they have access to technology or magic that is beyond my understanding. Their carriage is pulled neither by horse nor by magic that I can sense."
Whispering voiced resounded once again.
"Understood commander. I will observe them for as long as they are here... Should this be relayed to-"
"Ah! Yes commander. I apologise."
The figure taking this call, standing with a pitch black cloak gathered up around him, smuggled the device he held into a pocket before adjusting his clothing and walking out of the alley, disappearing at the end, as if he had just vanished.
...
"Ughhh..."
Shuna groaned out as a hangover slammed her brain over and over again. Whilst she was a Demon Lord it seemed that Dwarven alcohol didn't care. Milim was sitting on a random chair as I rubbed her back and slowly pumped healing magic into her.
The partying had been hardy last night and all of the Dwarves were passed out around the room. Servants had been switched out for their shifts as the morning shift began slowly trying to wake their employers. I exchanged pleasantries with many of them as I helped them with magic when needed.
To be honest, alcohol was completely ineffective on me now. Despite trying I couldn't get drunk last night and I was cursed to watch my wives make utter fools of themselves whilst shit-faced. Luckily they had me, or they would have fallen from a balcony or something and would have more troubles than just a headache, a possible complaint from the home owner as to why his flooring had exploded.
We tidied up after an hour of soothing the drunkards, finally departing from the house in our car as our next destination was the exit of the city. Our meeting with Allura and the other members of the Tal'dorei council was due today, around five in the afternoon. Very little time would be allowed for us to get there. If we wanted to travel via Milim we would need to go in the hour to make it.
I looked back at Milim and noticed her sleeping soundly. After curing her of alcohol poisoning she had just relaxed and kicked her feet up... Very cute, but also debilitating to our schedule.
"Milim, are you going to wake up for our flight?"
"mmm... ZZZZZZ"
That was a no. It seemed that teleportation would be coming in handy today. Sighing at the prospect of having to ruin our streak with magic, I stopped the car. Getting out and the taking my wives out also. Then I placed the car in my demi-plane, grasping both of my ladies in my arms as the image of Allura's sitting room cemented itself in my mind.
'Guess we'll be cheating a bit here.'
Snapping my fingers we emerged in the waiting room of Allura's tower. A clinking of glasses sounded out as I turned awkwardly to see Allura sitting there, wide-eyed, with a tea-cup in her hand.
"Hey stranger! Sorry to intrude like this. My wives couldn't travel with how drunk they are..."
Allura calmed down and sighed before setting her cup down. Helping my women to a chair so they could rest properly first, I eventually sat down. A tea cup was presented to me as the arch-mage simply stared at me, as if awaiting me to break the ice a touch.
"Ahum!" So I decided to follow that idea.
"How has your day been?"
She raised and eyebrow before chuckling.
"Hahaha, It has been fine. And what brings you to my tower at this time in the morning?" I coughed awkwardly whilst staring at my women.
"My wives may have drunk too much at the Winter-Crest dinner last night... Meaning we couldn't get here in a conventional way, in time."
"So you chose to teleport into my tower...?"
"Well, it was kind of a random teleport."
She frowned heavily.
"That is an exceedingly dangerous way of teleporting. You could have landed in a wall or something."
"No. My teleport has specific programming within it to search for empty space large enough for the people I am transporting. It is quite handy."
Allura was leaning forwards a touch more now, her wizardly curiosity getting the best of her as she heard words that were new to her. Wizards in this world didn't know about programs or coding, they were through and through scientists of the Medieval era. Arch-mage as she was though, she picked up the base meaning of my words... I had found a way to get rid of the inaccuracy problem of teleport spells.
"You removed the problem that was always present in the teleportation spell. Madness, was it completed through this programming that you speak of?"
"Programming is a word that describes injecting principles, ideas, concepts or rules into something... Making it play out in a certain way. In this way you could explain most magic as a result of fine-tuned programming in the runic mathematical language, in conjunction with processing from the Gods or Universe. So when I say programming, it means that I have found a way to order the magic to eliminate the errors and aid me in my goal of finding a safe place to land."
"Then that would mean that you understand every single part of what we consider magic?"
"No. I simply enforced my will onto magic through concepts, ideas, magic and essences."
She looked confused.
"Essences?"
"Hmm... Essences are what you could explain as pillars of existence in a way. One essence for instance is 'Blue'. It has the colour blue, but also has hundreds of thousands of concepts and idea swept up within it. Blue is the representation of magic as a whole, in a broad sense. It also represents the ocean, mutation, change, space and alteration... As concepts."
I summoned a wave of blue essence above my hand for her to see. She gaped openly at the raw power that was radiating from this essence. Her staff floated over from the corner of the room, its power, although great for Exandria, lacking in the face of the essence itself.
"So powerful... What is the source of this power?"
"The Universe itself? Existence? No one knows. Not even my master knew of its origin, in fact, he was attempting to find it."
"I see... I am sorry for your loss."
"It's fine. I have made peace with probably never getting to meet with him again."
...
We spoke for an hour or two as my wives gradually awoke from their slumber. Many topics were broached with a main focus on magic being evident in all of Allura's questions. I knew much more of magic than she did, in a more universal scale. She had a leg up on me when it came to manipulating magic here on Exandria as she spoke about Leylines and using them to make great items of power.
Enchantment was difficult for normal people, however, my use of blue essence was able to take place of a leyline and I could simply make them anywhere at any time. Broken, for sure, but an aid to my goal of making growing weapons and equipment... I had an idea to make items that could consume other variants of themselves and take on their forms and power... Sort of like a symbiote from Marvel in how it can merge with humans and make them more powerful; but different. It was still an idea in the beginning stages of planning.
Ignoring that though, we both stopped as my significant others groggily awoke and looked around.
"Did we teleport....?"
"Yes love, we did."
"Muuu, I wanted to fly again!"
Rolling my eyes, I retorted.
"Then you shouldn't have gotten drunk then."
She pouted as she rubbed her eyes, looking around at the fine white stone and marble interior of Allura's tower. We sat at a coffee table with multiple chairs sitting around it, long thin pillars of stone reaching up into the domed roof of this chamber.
"Ughh, my head is still pounding." Shuna complained as she righted herself on the chair and peeked out from her squinting eyes at me in desperation.
"I healed you already... It should be fixed... Ugh, why do I argue?" I walked over and knelt down next to her, healing her with the help of white essence.
"There we go love, it should feel better now."
"Thanks...!"
"Who in the fuck are these people? Allura?"
A stout dwarven woman dressed in Bahamut's plate armour and adorned with a Holy Avenging sword stepped out from the bedroom. She looked completely ready for combat, despite it being like 7 in the morning.
'I am never doing this to someone again, this would suck if someone did it to me.'
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