Wearing Power Armor to a Magic School (127/?)

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30, Living Room. Local Time: 1000 Hours. 

Emma

[Quest for the Everblooming Blossom… T-Minus 3 Days, 3 Hours, and counting.]

[Exoreality Contact Deadline… T-Minus 16 Days, 7 Hours, and counting.]

I stood there, shoulder to shoulder with Thalmin and Thacea, the former staring with a restrained sort of excitement, whilst the latter maintained what I was quickly referring to as her ‘eagle eyes’ — a look of analytical intensity that would’ve burned straight through the wealth cube if given the chance. 

“Am I supposed to be impressed by this collection of shiny, fanciful, scrap, earthrealmer?” Ilunor quickly chimed in, tutting as he did so, all the while turning his nose up at the proverbial beating heart of the motorcycle — what currently amounted to a hefty box of a motor, a string of chains, and a whole host of accessory parts organized so perfectly that Armory Chiefs far and wide would’ve been forced to shed a prideful tear.

“I don’t blame you if the progress so far hasn’t been exciting.” I responded bluntly. “However, I think your tune will be irrevocably changed once the frame’s printed out.” I added with a grin, moving over to manually place all the disparate elements of the drivetrain and motor into the assembler, where it now remained dormant until the printer finished with its next big project. One that required the shoveling in of quite a fair few ingots from the wealth cube into its material induction port.

“You’ll start to see it really coming into its own tomorrow.” I proclaimed, grabbing the designated ingots highlighted on my HUD as I did so, before turning around to lock eyes with a Vunerian who seemed adamant on admonishing everything… save for the elephant in the room.

One which Thalmin was quick to point out.

“We are currently witnessing what is in effect the construction of an entire conveyance.” He announced as he moved forward closer towards the rumbling printer. “A manaless conveyance, as seen only through Emma’s sight-seers. A conveyance capable of beastless locomotion. A feat only seen from Nexian designs and long-standing innovations.”

“Yes, and?” Ilunor shot back provocatively. 

“We are seeing this happen, in the comfort of our own room, Ilunor.” Thacea quickly added, her eyes not once disengaging from the machinery in front of her. “We are seeing the work of wainwrights and enchanters, the craft of mages and artificers, completed within a mere box.” 

The cogs began to turn in Ilunor’s head, as he slowly came to grapple with a realization both Thalmin and Thacea had long since come to terms with.

“We are witnessing a logistical wonder.” Thalmin surmised. 

The Vunerian’s features softened, then twisted, before simply reverting to what I could only describe as his ‘theatrical grin’. 

“For an adjacent realm, you mean?” Ilunor chuffed back, having somehow reversed gears on those cranial cogs of his.

“Excuse me?” Thalmin retorted.

“This is only a logistical wonder… for those who have yet to have made space and distance itself… trivial. Ergo, wonder is reserved for those who have yet to have mastered and conquered distance itself.” The Vunerian chided with a lackadaisical laugh. “Need I remind you, Prince Thalmin, that the Nexus is capable of bridging spaces so seamlessly that the reach of even the most niche of Crownlands’ manufactoriums extends far beyond the limitations of mere physical distance. Anything, from stagecoaches and buggies, to fineries and even foodstuffs, all within an arm’s reach should the need for it arise. As a result, your sense of wonder and awe stems not from the inherent capabilities of this box, but instead, your limited scope of reference.” Ilunor took a few steps forward, matching up against the lupinor. “To a commoner, the power of a mage is akin to the impossible made manifest. To an adjacent realm, the capabilities of the Nexus would be akin to nothing short of utopia.”

“And to the Nexus, both the volume and adaptability of earthrealm’s industrial innovation would cause even the most industrious of manufactoriums to cry out in heart-stricken awe.” I chimed in, cutting the Vunerian off, and attempting to knock him off his high horse before his ego inflated any further. “I admit, the literal death of the logistical chain as a result of instantaneous portal-ing is a feat that more or less cements Nexian primacy within your sphere of influence.” I continued, reigniting Ilunor’s ego, if only for a moment. “However, let us not kid ourselves, Ilunor. We’re both masters of our own disciplines. We’ve both tackled and taken advantage of the rules our respective natures provide us with. So how about we call it even today and tone it down with the grandstanding?” 

“I am merely trying to reframe Thalmin’s perspectives on your box, Emma Booker.” Ilunor shot back. “To — as you phrased it — tone down his admiration of your manaless constructs.”

“Produce me a box of Nexian make, one which can autonomously conjure up a monotreader, and then, we’ll discuss ‘toning’ things down, Ilunor.” Thalmin chimed in, moving to stand beside me as he tag-teamed flawlessly off of my own points.

“You’re missing the point, Havenbrockian, it is because we can be anywhere, at any time we wish, that we lack the need for such toys.”

“And has earthrealm not demonstrated that they’ve reached the same ends, simply by choosing an alternate path?” Thacea quickly added, wrapping the conversation up in a neat bow. “Lacking instantaneous portals to connect their territories, they’ve not only formed intricate webs of transit, but have built artifices capable of producing what they need, in places they cannot reach.”

The Vunerian paused for a moment, the cogs in his head once more turning, before once more reaching a point of some sort of an epiphany.

His eyes narrowed, side-eyeing me, before turning away entirely with crossed arms. 

“If the sheer sluggish pace of that box is of any indication as to earthrealm’s attempts at matching the Nexus’ instantaneous bridging, then I highly doubt we’ve reached parity in that regard.” He justified, once more worming his way out of truly admitting defeat.

“There’s always the hologram, Ilunor.” I offered with a fangy grin. “I am sure we can see plenty of examples of earthrealm’s industrial might if we simply—”

“As much as I would love for another sight-seer adventure, I believe it might be prudent if we focus instead on the preparations necessary for the quest.” Thalmin interrupted, wearing the same disappointed visage I did, his ears drooping ever so slightly. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” I admitted. “There’s more than a handful of things I need to get done with the bike, not to mention some back and forth errands I might need to do with Sorecar.” 

“That, amidst the usual suspects of packing, and perhaps some sparring, eh?” Thalmin offered with a grin. “Since we will be partners on this adventure, I believe it would be wise if we started sharing martial practices.” 

“Forging what would technically be the first joint exercise across dimensions and species? You don’t need to ask me twice, Thalmin. I’m in.” I grinned widely, realizing I’d just made another ‘first’, in the long line of ‘firsts’ that I was probably racking up without even knowing. “That’ll definitely look great on my resume.” I quickly added with a chuckle.

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 19, Residence 20, Living Room. Local Time: 1020 Hours.

Auris Ping

“I assume you are all well rested?” I began slowly, emphasizing each and every syllable as I did  so. “Well fed as well?” 

“Yes, Lord Ping.” Everyone responded in unison, prompting me to nod silently in acknowledgement.

“Then let us pray.” 

There was no strict requirement in the worship of the Eternal Truths. If anything, it was the will of His Eternal Majesty for mortalkind to be unshackled from the burden of worship. Especially the worship of the false and unworthy gods that had previously reigned with an iron fist.

However, one couldn’t help but to see the divine in a being whose eternal wisdom had resulted in the glory of status eternia. 

Moreover, what better being to worship, than one who had never claimed the mantle of worship to begin with? 

“His ascension was born not of a thirst for power nor natural compulsion.” I began, as I gripped the hands of Ladona and Lorsi tightly. “But of love, compassion, and above all else — a selfless call to duty.”

It was this humility — this modesty before the throne  — which drew my heartfelt love to a being whose aims were both righteous and selfless; the preservation of both the sanctity of sapience,  and the freedom of mortal fates.

“It was through his sacrifice that we live.” I continued in earnest. “It was through his sacrifice that we breathe. It was through his sacrifice that we eat. And it was only through his sacrifices that we now drink, dance, love, and bask in the freedom from malicious gods.” 

His Eternal Majesty had put his life, his very soul, to within the cusp of oblivion… for the sake of the innumerable faceless masses which he owed nothing to.

“Once a normal man, made immortal, not by the worship of false idols but instead by the worship of one’s own principles. Freedom. Dignity. Nobility. And fraternity amongst mortalkind.” I breathed out, sensing the weakening grip of Lorsi’s hands, hinting at the man’s lack of discipline and faith, from a realm that merely enjoyed the fruits of His Eternal Sacrifices, without once taking the time to return the minimum of what is owed. “We pray not to any lofty idols or uncaring gods, but to a being amidst our own flesh and blood. A being who has earned our faith, our love, and our eternal gratitude and undying devotion.”

I paused, allowing for silence to take hold, then turned slowly towards the newly opened eyes of Ladona, Lorsi, and Ciata.

“For His Majesty is Eternal.” I declared alone.

Then, together, we answered. A voice resonant in unison echoing throughout the room.

“His Eternal Majesty is divine.” 

I felt a wave of steady resolve washing over me following that. 

Indeed, I felt a calmness taking over where there was once only frustration and anger.

Steady your struggles, son, and allow faith to guide you. The love of His Eternal Majesty is not only divine, but therapeutic for one’s discordant soul. Take the time to pray before entering into discussions with your fellows, and allow anger to dissipate into calmer waters.

I breathed in steadily, locking eyes with each and every member of my fellowship that had come to sit before me.

“Lady Ladona.” I began with a loud huff. 

“Yes, Lord Ping?”

“I find myself at odds with yesterday’s trevails.” I paused, garnering a stoic visage hiding a wary constitution beneath those piercing red and amber eyes. “On one hand, I wish to honor you for your strategic politicking.” I raised an open palmed hand. “But on the other—” I raised my other hand, before forcing it into a firm fist. “—I wish to elucidate the hierarchy of things to you.” 

The anurareamler’s antenna shuddered at this, prompting me to continue.

“Yet you of all people should understand the natural order of things.” I offered kindly. “So please, enlighten me as to the details behind your unbidden arrangements.” 

“It was a simple reciprocal offer, Lord Ping.” The anurarealmer responded bluntly, yet as her kind tended to do, she’d wrapped each word up in a healthy coat of honeyed nectar. “I was approached by Lord Esila, the man promising and indeed delivering on said promises — becoming the scapegoat in your stead.” 

“A scapegoat… for what precisely?” I pushed the colorful creature into a corner, her honeysuckle words no longer able to carry the weight of the underlying crux behind this entire debacle.

However, instead of the expected words coming from her segmented mandibles, I was instead met by the abrupt and impetuous babblings of the cervinrealmer. “For what, Lord Ping? Why… your potential failure, of course.” 

I felt my ire growing, my eyes coming to meet the antlered man whose features quickly dove into the same pathetic fear-ridden one he’d worn time and time again. 

However, instead of directly addressing the man just yet, I maintained my focus on Ladona, cocking my head as I did so. “Is this true?” 

The anurarealmer flashed Vicini a stern glance, one that bore into his frightful visage, before addressing me with a wary yet respectful expression. “I admit I was… apprehensive of the idea, Lord Ping. But only because I believed this would shift public opinion in your favor.” 

“Oh?” I cocked my head at this unexpected development. “Do tell.”

“Lord Esila has just made you, a sort of martyr, Lord Ping. A prospective class sovereign who defends all those under his reign, even the ungrateful and impudent. Your integrity is intact, if not even more secure by this action. Indeed, even if I considered your defeat to be a relative possibility, I was more driven by this new and novel gain, rather than the potential for your defeat.” She spoke softly, kindly, and most of all — sincerely.

“Hmmph. A bright candle amidst the pessimistic dark.” I paused, turning towards Vicini who had now sunken even deeper into his deservedly sullen darkness. “I appreciate the enterprising approach, Lady Ladona.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Lord Ping.” 

“However.” I interjected, or rather, halted the anurarealmer before she could continue further. “Barring my indisposition or absence, I would prefer that you limit this enterprising spirit.” I stood up, towering over the cross-legged Ladona. “Understood?”

“Yes, Lord Ping.”

“Good.” I nodded, placing a hand behind the anurarealmer’s antenna, caressing it softly. “Now, onto more pertinent affairs.” I moved swiftly, turning towards Vicini Lorsi, who currently found it more appealing to stare out into the distant outlands through the great many windows within our room. 

“I will need to appoint a partner for this quest, and what better partner than one who needs redemption.” I took a few steps towards Vicini, the man craning his head up as my shadow enveloped his form. “Lord Vicini Lorsi, it would be your honor to travel with me, as companion, and moreso, as a sort of retainer.” 

It was that latter word that prompted the man to shift, his features growing with a frustration of his own.

Yet that frustration would go nowhere, as he seemed poised to stand… but immediately relented following a stern glare.

“B-but why me, Lord Ping? I would have assumed—”

“That you’d pick me.” Lady Ladona interjected, her voice carrying with it a feeling of incredulity born of rejection.

“I would’ve loved nothing more than to have appointed you, Lady Ladona.” I began, craning my head around to meet her stunning form. “However, I cannot allow matters at the Academy to remain unaddressed in my absence. Therefore, I find myself at odds with my personal desires and the desires of practicality. Lady Ladona, you are the only person I can trust to act on my behalf, to continue my plans, and to act as regent in my bid for class sovereign in my absence.” 

These explanations slowly chipped away at the anurarealmer’s incredulous features, until all that was left was the same reluctant acceptance that was mirrored on my own visage.

“I understand, Lord Ping.” She acknowledged, steadying herself, as she met my gaze with a renewed confidence. “It would be an honor to act in your stead, my liege.” 

“Good.” I smiled. “I’m glad we see eye to eye, Lady Ladona. There will be a great many matters to attend to, including but not limited to the potential course for recompense at what would be a vastly understrengthed peer group.” I found my smile growing to a grin, as Lady Ladona was quick to grasp my meaning. “The newrealmer and the mercenary prince are both leaving for the quest, aren’t they?” 

“Judging by the errant conversations through the halls? Yes. It would seem so, Lord Ping.” 

“Very well… let us see how Lord Rularia’s troupe acts in the absence of their golem thrall.” I proclaimed, crossing my arms as I did so, before shifting to face the cervinrealmer.

“Now, Lord Lorsi. Let us discuss how your druidic heritage may be of use on this adventure, yes?”

“P-perhaps over a spot of tea in town, Lord Ping.” He countered reluctantly. “I assure you, I am no retainer, b-but I know of a few places where we might find some.” 

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Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30, Living Room. Local Time: 1400 Hours. 

Emma

“Wait wait wait wait wait.” I spoke in rapid succession, raising my hands as I did so. “You’re telling me, that the reason why we haven’t seen anyone else on the quest prepping as hard as we are, is because they’re all—”

“Spoiled brats.” Thalmin interrupted with a firm and unflinching resolve, one bordering on contempt. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t have put it that way…” I paused, before quickly correcting myself. “Actually, I would, so… I digress.” 

“Depending on how the Academy processes my requests, we may in fact need to go into town to settle the matter of my horse.” He acknowledged. “However, aside from that one caveat, we have no need to turn this quest into a coddled tour.” 

“Coddled? If you ask me, I would liken these services to that of a more refined experience, Prince Thalmin.” Ilunor interrupted, though that did little to change the lupinor’s stance.  

The prince simply stared back blankly, before responding in as deadpan a tone as possible. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking you, Ilunor.” 

That response sent the deluxe kobold into a set of incredulous guffaws, ending in him crossing his arms, and simply raising his snout at the prince’s response. 

“These industrious commoners and their noble sponsors have simply fulfilled an understandable need left in the wake of such a laborious affair. Retainers for hire is all they are! Tour guides and chaperones, meant to shuttle those with the desire and the means, from one destination to the next. No fuss, no muss, and no adventure involved.” The Vunerian once again countered.

“And therein lies the problem, Ilunor. This is supposed to be a quest, one with reverence to the first adjacent realmer to have successfully accomplished the impossible with nothing but his own effort. And yet now, there are entirely all-inclusive services which take everything out of questing; services bordering on the absurd, turning this adventure into a holiday.” 

“Wait.” I raised a hand, signalling a time out. “Is… is that why certain groups, like Cynthis’, seem actually excited to go? I mean, I had my doubts about those types since they don’t seem to be the sort of people that would enjoy roughing it.”

“Yes.” Thalmin acknowledged. “This is akin to a vacation for them. A luxurious holiday in which they can abscond scholarly and magely responsibilities at the Academy, for a stress-free, thoughtless excursion courtesy of the many many enterprising establishments down in Elaseer.”

“I can’t decide how to feel about this one.” I managed out with a dry chuckle. “But I guess at the end of the day, the absurdity is just too funny not to laugh at.”

“To be fair—” Ilunor chimed in, raising a finger as he did so. “—you aren’t exactly innocent from such blame either.”

This bold claim prompted Thalmin to once again shoot the Vunerian a tired glare, only for the deluxe kobold to once again scoff it off. 

“The both of you are just as much shirking your academic and responsibilities for your own ends. And while I admit that such ends aren’t as trivial as leisure, they are just as valid a slight against the true calling for the Quest of the Everblooming Blossom.” 

“In any case.” Thacea finally reentered the conversation, having finished yet another in her stack of books. “I do have a concern I wish to raise with you, Emma.”

“Yes?”

“We discussed the matter of your food situation previously. However, I cannot help but to raise the same concerns for this journey. Without the aid of your tent, will you truly have enough supplies to cover the near week away from the Academy?”

“Yeah! I have enough nutripaste tubes to cover it.” I beamed out. 

“And the rest of your supplies?” 

“I’ll be packing light this time around. The motorcycle’s specifically designed to lug around my field repair kits, as well as several spare recharge packs. So we’re honestly good to go on that front.” I gestured just behind me, towards the hefty roll-up packs sealed neatly within their vacuum-sealed, padded duffle bags. 

“Hmph.” Ilunor breathed out loudly, garnering my passive attention. 

“What is it now, Ilunor?”

“I would offer my aid, but perhaps the earthrealmer would prefer to keep to this primitive form of packaging and tranpsortaton?”

I didn’t respond. Not verbally anyways, simply waiting for the blue thing to tucker himself out.

“We started today by discussing our mastery over distances, yes?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Well, that also extends to the distance within spaces.” 

I blinked at that, cocking my head as I did so. 

“Enough with the riddles, Vunerian.” Thalmin butted in with an increasingly wary sigh. “We know where you’re going with this so just be done with it—”

“Bags of holding, Cadet Emma Booker. Perhaps you have heard of them?” 

I felt myself pausing for just a moment, as the implications of this revelation quickly manifested in an untempered explosion of imagination.

Though honestly, I probably would’ve tackled the concept way, way earlier, if it wasn’t for the constant misadventures we were cycling through. 

“Yeah, I have.” I nodded. “This should’ve been expected given your bigger-on-the-inside magic when it comes to both rooms and carriages, but—”

“But what, earthrealmer? Are you perhaps in shock? In awe? Incapable of grasping such a notion—”

“No, not really. You did demonstrate the whole bags of holding thing with your purse before.” I pointed at the Vunerian’s hidden pouch. “So… you’re a bit late to the game with that reveal, I’m afraid.”

This answer almost immediately deflated the rapidly-ballooning Vunerian.

However, perhaps against my better judgment… I decided to humor him this time around. We did have a lot of empty free time in between prepwork after all. “So. How exactly do they work? I’m assuming there’s some pocket-dimension shenanigans going on or something, right?”

That single question seemed to be enough to reignite a fire within the Vunerian’s eyes, as his tacitly neutral expression soon turned into an all out shit-eating grin. 

“Oh, earthrealmer, sometimes your imagination does roam too far!” He chuckled, placing a hand over his mouth as he did so. “Bags of holding aren’t simply connected to some void of  our creation! Don’t be silly! That’s how it worked in the past, but not in the modern day!” 

I blinked rapidly at that, cocking my head as I did so. 

“So I was right? What changed—”

“Ah, ah ah! No interruptions!” 

I stared at the man with an expressionless gaze, the helmet at least managed to capture that one emotion well enough.

“Ahem! As I was saying, that was how bags of holding were made. Each and every one was a pocket dimension of sorts. However, owing to the nature of these creations, they had a tendency to… collapse on a whim.” The man paused for dramatic effect. “You can imagine that having your repository of items disappearing every so often isn’t exactly conducive to its function.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

I paused, as a silly, almost comical thought hit me like a sack of bricks.

This was a question hotly debated in Castles and Wyverns fans since the very inception of the game. A question that went back for as long as the genre had even existed, even.

And today, I had the ability to outright address it. With probably the most reliable source there was.

“Wait, Ilunor, what exactly happens when you put a bag of holding inside another bag of holding?” 

The Vunerian, understandably, looked at me as if I was insane.

However, instead of scoffing away the question, the deluxe kobold actually took it seriously, his tone of voice lowering to one of dramatic wariness. 

“Certain mages, artificers, and enchanters alike have asked that question many times throughout history. Indeed, even the odd noble and wealthy adventurer had tried their hand at answering this question.” He paused, before conjuring an illusion in front of us. One that seemed to resemble a solid sphere of light, that eventually collapsed in on itself, turning into just… darkness. “This was the result. The evisceration of space itself.”

Both Thalmin and Thacea seemed to finally be drawn in at this, as both focused their gaze on that jet-black orb hovering above Ilunor’s hand. 

“Thankfully, the Nexus regenerates what is lost. The results of such catastrophic reactions in an adjacent realm however, would more than likely be apocalyptic.”

I dropped whatever it was I was doing at that precise moment, as alarm bells and klaxons rang loudly in my head.

This… had escalated quickly.

No. 

It’d gone from casual banter to absolutely unhinged at lightspeed. 

“EVI.”

“Yes, Cadet Booker?”

“Put a pin on this. No, put a massive fucking sticker on this one. We gotta review the potential for a magical WMD later. It’s probably a moot point on earth with the lack of mana but still… if this is real, this is another one for the Category 10 risk catalogue.” 

“Acknowledged.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this. But I at least had to try.

“All of this… from frickin' bags of holding?!” I exclaimed loudly.

“Indeed, Cadet Emma Booker.” Ilunor responded without even second guessing himself. “The road to perfection is riddled with the unfortunate demise of those that paved the way.” He paused, smirking snarkily in my direction. “That is something we have in common, wouldn’t you say?”

I didn’t respond, as I attempted to grapple with the scale of destruction involved.

“So… are we talking about castles disappearing? Towns? Cities?”

“It ranges. Some reported cases detailed voids the size of a bedroom, the worst cases were entire cities becoming voided. Though there are rumors that even entire regions were at risk of such fates. However, those are more than likely gross exaggerations by the uneducated.”

I let out a deep breath, only for the Vunerian to latch on and de-escalate things.

“That is why we no longer utilize pocket dimensions for bags of holding. Instead, each bag of holding is now bound to a vault operated by one of the many banks registered under the crownlands. The size of your vault depends on the coin you pay for both the privilege of the space, and the service.”

“So… that’s where your gold is, then, huh?” 

“Indeed, Cadet Emma Booker. Indeed.” 

“Right, okay, and these vaults are located exactly where?”

“I couldn’t say even if I wished to.” Ilunor shrugged. “However, once banking became standardized, it became clear that there was no need for traditional bags of holding. For not only were they dangerous, but they were likewise artisanal pieces that were produced irregularly. Moreover, considering the Nexus’ infinitely expanding nature, we’re not exactly pressed for space. So storage is as infinite as the banks are willing to expand.”

“Right.” I nodded once more, letting out yet another deep sigh as I did so.

“Well, if you’re all quite finished with this history lesson, I’m just about ready to head out, Emma.” Thalmin announced, pulling me out of my reverie, as he returned having changed back into his princely attire. “A week of wearing nothing but that elven tunic was driving me absolutely mad.” 

“Yeah… this is one of those times where I’m actually grateful for the armor, heh.” I chuckled.

“Speaking of the armor, I don’t imagine you wish to try your hand at sparring with that over there, do you?” Thalmin quickly pointed at the lone and almost neglected Wand-Armor Interface Device. 

“I was actually meaning to finally get that installed and calibrated…” I noted, walking over to grab what was ostensibly just a sensor ball on a rod. “Yeah, actually, let’s do just that. So… where were you thinking of sparring, Prince Havenbrock?”

[Readying WAID Interface… Standing by for user installation.]