Chapter 46: Bad Birdy?_Millennial Mage

Chapter 46: Bad Birdy?

 T stood for a moment, regarding the terror bird as it continued to clean its beak.

 She looked around at the bodies surrounding them. Ummm Bad birdy?

 The bird stopped and looked at her, then at the men surrounding them. It cocked its head and let out a sound that reminded T of nothing so much as incredulity.

 Fine, fine. Thank you. You could have driven them off-

 It tilted its head the other way.

 She felt a smile tug at her lips. Youre right, thats not really how you work. She bent down and picked up her pouch, fastening it to her belt and pulling out a piece of jerky. I suppose you want this?

 The head bobbed up and down once.

 Well, what are we going to do about all these bodies?

 The terror bird looked around itself, then started moving, blinking between the various men, pulling off their belts and packs with quick shing talons and jerks with its beak.

 What are youIt just saw me pull jerky from a belt pouch. She grinned. Its being extra certain?

 Once all the packs and pouches were separate, the ripple of power washed over the terror bird, and it quadrupled in size.

 Ts eyes widened in rm for three reasons:

 The first was that she was afraid the bird might be seen from the city. She nced back that way but realized that they were well out of sight. Good, tall trees.

 The second reason was that, in her understanding, terror birds continued to grow, until they were killed. If this is its true size, it must be hundreds upon hundreds of years old. From her intricate understanding of dimensional magic, it was very easy to shrink something, but erging even moderatelyplex items was not only ludicrouslyplicated, it almost always resulted in the destruction of the same. That in mind, the bird was not likely to be erging itself.

 The third reason was somewhat more personally practical. The bird now stood more than three times her height and wasrge enough to easily swallow a person whole.

 I do not want to see how I fare in the belly of the creature.

 It seemed that her estimates were urate, because the terror bird began snapping up the bodies and swallowing them whole, one by one.

 How can it possibly fit all of them? There were the repetitive flickers of dimensional magic emanating from within the creature. Is it shrinking them? Is its stomach some form of dimensional storage?

 She had no idea, and she silently hoped that she never found out.

 In a startling short amount of time, the terror bird had finished its work, and was standing close, but not too close, now just shorter that T, herself. It had left the Mages body alone. Apparently, it didnt like the magic-tainted voring? Something like that.

 You are pretty capable.

 The bird bobbed its head.

 I need to give you a name. She tossed the chunk of jerky to it, and the bird caught it easily, seeming to savor the vor, moving the meat across its tongue slowly, rather than guzzling it down. Youre a terror bird, that much is obvious. You seem to be fine waiting around for me toe out and give you treats She smiled. You tarry nearby. Terror. Tarry. Terry. Ill call you Terry.

 The bird hesitated for a moment, then swallowed before regarding her. After a long moment, it bobbed its head slightly and let out a chirping whistle.

 Very well, Terry, Ill get you a bit more. She pulled free some more jerky and tossed it to the side.

 Terry vanished, and the meat did as well, a heartbeatter.

 T sighed. And now Ive named it. She walked over to the pile of belts and bags, most of which were speckled with drying blood. She groaned. This is gross

 Ten minutester, she had finished processing the items shed found. The men had each had an ax, though theyd been scattered around the clearing during theincident. It seemed that thered been eleven of the men in total, not counting the Mage. Each also had had a simple belt knife, as basically everyone always did. The woodsmen also each had a small, serviceable hatchet.

 To her tremendous surprise one of the men had been carrying a hammer, which turned out to be an artifact. Aside from the same durability enhancements that her knife bore, the straight-peen hammers particr magics seemed specifically aimed to redirect force away from the striking surfaces. Maybe for assisting in the felling of magically dense trees?

 She supposed that the woodsmen had needed the function and hadnt been able to be picky about the form.

 The handle of the hammer was a dark grey, almost ck metal, where the head had the look of standard steel. Both the handle and head appeared to be made from material which had been twisted into beautiful, regr spirals before being hammered t and smoothed, leaving only faint inclinations of the work to peek out from the patterns within the material.

 Just like in her belt pouch and knife, there was a confluence of power within the head of the hammer that she now knew could ept an Archon star. I could sell this but Im not going to. She nodded firmly.

 Im keeping this. Im not bonding it, thoughnot yet. One is enough for now. The hatchets, axes, and knives shed have to sell. Back in Bandfast She felt a momentary flicker of guilt at the deaths of these men, but it passed as she remembered their ns to cause an ident for her. Too bad you couldnt have just kept at your jobs and left me alone.

 There were some food stuffs, protected by the mens various pouches and bags from any blood stter.

 She packaged all these together into two groups, perishable and non-perishable. Thetter category was, by far, thergest, and she stored those in her pouch, along with the tools shed already imed. She ate the perishable foods, which consisted of arge carrot, a hunk of heavy bread, and a handful of radishes.

 She threw another piece of jerky to one side, and it vanished in a flicker of dimensional power. Nicely done, Terry.

 If Im giving him a name, Ive got to try to train him. She almostughed. He was likely older than the waning city to her west. Training sounded a bit insulting. Maybenegotiating? It would be worth a try. Later.

 She took all of the belts, pouches, and bags as well. Theyd each been treated against theing winter weather, so the blood mostly wiped off on the nearby, clean grass. The remaining flecks came off with some water from her waterskin and easy scrubbing with some rags, which had once been clothing. That arcanous nt really did a number on these.

 Finally, she looked down on the broken Mage. Terrys attacks had shredded his clothing, skittering across the stone in his flesh until they found his soft spots. He had very little inscribing, as he had very little actual skin left.

 It lookedself-done. Who would do this to themselves? He had obviously been a Material Creator, and he hadnt properly insted himself against that power. I wonder what his story iswell, was.

 She really couldnt just leave his body, but she had no idea what to do with it. Finally, she took off his belt, pouches and all, opened Kit wide, and maneuvered his body inside, dropping the belt in after.

 Ill look through his pouchester. Its time to be moving. Ive dyed too long as it is.

 With a sigh, she set off, leaving the red sttered clearing behind.

 Thanks to her care, shed avoided getting almost any blood on herself, and what little had gotten on her hands, she scraped off on some rocks and trees as she passed. She had to use some more water and judicious scrubbing as she walked to get thest bits. She was grateful that shed kept as clean as she had, because while the iron salve helped, blood was notoriously hard to remove.

 Thankfully, the few spots that just wouldnt respond to her ministrations blended with the berry stains already on her palms and finger-pads. Good enough, I suppose.

 Just like the previous days walk, there was no snow, even in the deepest dells or in the shade of trees. The mountains to the north bore snow, but that was likely to be a year-round state for this region. The verdant fields hid many arcane and a few magical creatures from her normal vision, if not her mage-sight. Still, none wererge or aggressive enough to do her harm.

 She did note the distinctck ofrger threats, and pondered, not for the first time, if Terry was keeping the way clear for her. At the thought, she decided to toss another bit of jerky.

 It promptly vanished.

 Should I be worried that Im bing used to that? It was a concern for another day.

 She easily reached the grove of ending-berry trees well before noon and looked about, feeling a bit nervous, given her recent encounter. Terry?

 The bird popped into existence ten feet in front of her. At the moment, he was justrger than a house cat and was looking at her questioningly.

 Are there any humans about?

 He vanished in a flick of dimensional power, and T felt a cascade of dimensional blips all across the range of her senses.

 Less than thirty secondster, Terry was standing before her once more.

 He shook himself, indicating a negative.

 T grinned. Thank you, Terry. She tossed him another hunk of jerky, which he happily caught.

 With as much solemn reverence as she could muster, T upended Kit, dumping the Mages body out, onto the ground. I suppose Im d that Kit can understand what I want? She didnt quite know how the body hade out, especially since gravity in the pouch was seemingly unrted to its orientation, but she wasnt going toin. Id have hated to drag him up thedder

 She nced at the body, and had a moments hesitation. His eyes resembled huge gemstones, after all. She turned away in disgust. I am NOT prying his eyes out. That is a horrific idea.

 Without pausing further, lest she somehow change her mind, she rolled him down the hill.

 T stripped out of her clothes, cing them into her belt pouch. Then, she went down, and dragged the body thest stretch to the base of the closest ending-tree.

 Several branches, which had been well above her head moments before, brushed against her and her burden.

 A fractionter, the body puffed into dust. T staggered back, doing her best to not inhale any of the fine powder. There. Thats done.

 She trekked back up to her pouch, removed her fruit picker, and went to work.

 Noon came and went, and while she paused for lunch, she was diligent in her work.

 Late afternoon arrived, and she was pushing against the edge of her time, if she wanted to get back into the city before dark. She smiled as she arched back, stretching aching muscles.

 She had just finished refilling the second jug for thest time.

 Shed filled all but one keg, and those, along with the two jugs, meant that she had a total of ten gallons of ending-berries. She couldnt have asked for a better haul.

 In order to speed up her work, and get ess to berries after shed done her best to pick the outside of the grove clean of easy to reach fruit, shed had to delve deeper in.

 She had lost count of how many branches, leaves, twigs, etc hade in contact with her, even before the first hour had passed. The trees still seemed to favor contacting new locations, if at all possible, and that had worked in her favor.

 Today, she had been far, far more careful. After each basket full of berries had been gathered, shed swept herself with the magic detector and re-applied iron salve on any portion of her that even might have registered to the construct. She also added more to any ce she could remember the tree touching. A few times, when she felt a particrly potent spike of power from a nearby tree, she had retreated with a partially full basket, and reinforced her protection. I will not becent.

 She pulled out the remnants of her shredded clothes, those that the arcanous nt had torn to ribbons, along with a water skin. She wetted the rags and used them to clean herself of the dirt, dust, and sweat that shed gathered through the day.

 All clean, or at least as clean as she was likely to get before returning to the inn, T dressed in the fading light of an autumn afternoon.

 She didnt climb down into the bag, as she was still feeling a bit of trepidation after her near miss, earlier that day. I really need some way of securing this, while Im inside it

 Another project to add to her list.

 Dressed and packed to go, she set out, back towards the city, taking a bit of a different route so as to avoid the site of the earlier massacre.

 She did toss bits of jerky every so often, confirming Terrys continued proximity. And protection.

 When she knew that the city was just over the next rise, she found a sheltered ce, among a striking rock formation, and changed back into her nicer clothing. Once again, she did not change within the pouchs dimensional space.

 Shortly thereafter, she arrived at the eastern gates, the sun just touching the horizon on the far side of the city.

 State your name!

 The now familiar greeting caused T to smile, and sheplied.

 There was a bit of a pause before she was acknowledged and let inside.

 Any problems, guardsmen?

 No, Mistress.

 T shrugged and smiled. Very well. Have a good night!

 Thank you, Mistress. Goodnight to you, as well.

 Without looking back, she strode out of the gatehouse and into the city, proper.

 * * *

 T walked up to Artias stall as the woman was finishing closing-up for the night.

 Mistress T! Wee. I assume youre here to see Adrill?

 T smiled, nodding. I am. Thank you.

 Brandon! Get your father, please.

 Brandons voice floated back from within the shop. Yes, mom.

 While she waited, T helped Artia pack up thest pieces of the stall and bring them inside. I dont suppose youve gotten any other items you might want to part with?

 Artiaughed. Nothing unique, if thats what youre asking. A few new dimensional storage bags, another knife, and a few more odds and ends. She shrugged. From what you conveyed; nothing seems to fall in line with what youd be seeking.

 Fair enough. Thank you.

 Adrill came in through the door in the back, a small book in his hand, Brandon right behind him. Did I hear Mistress T? He smiled when he saw her. Wee back! I assume youre here for this? He held up what was obviously a notebook full of his research into artifacts.

 I am. T had given a lot of thought to the price she should pay for those notes and had decided that generosity would serve her best, in the long run. From what she knew, this city was likely the best, if not only, source of artifacts that she could get to, and Artia and Adrill were the best source within the city, at least now that they didnt consider her a hostile Mage, to be avoided if at all possible.

 Therefore, she pulled out one of the gallon jugs, wrapped in iron-salve treated cloth. This is for you. She set the heavy jug on the table. I believe this is just under eight pounds of ending-berries, de-seeded.

 Everyone stopped and stared in stunned silence.

 After a long moment, Brandon cleared his throat. Mistress T?

 Hmm?

 I believe I misheard you, likely my parents did too, but I thought I heard you say, eight pounds. That cant be right, because that would be worth nearly sixty-four ounces, gold.

 Quick with numbers, I see. T shrugged with nonchnce she didnt feel. If there was a market, Id sell them. Without a steady supply their uses are limited and uncertain. If there were a steady supply, they wouldnt be worth nearly so much. After a moment, she realized that she hadnt actually answered him. But no, you didnt mishear.

 Adrill came forward and set the book on the counter. You have overvalued these notes, Mistress T, even though what you say is true. I will be able to take much greater risks in my research, with those avable to me.

 T smiled. Id hoped that would be the case. The bag issomething that will help contain the magic, but an iron box or iron jug will function better, I think. Please be careful not to let the berries rust it out. She grinned.

 MistressT, I dont know what to say. This is too much. What else can we give you, in exchange?

 She was about to say, Nothing when she remembered two things. Welltheb would actually be pretty helpful.

 Comb? Adrill looked confused, but Artiaughed, stepping over to a disy table to pick up the simple, but magic filled,b. Adrill nodded. Ahh! Yes. It is a simple thing but consider it yours.

 T smiled, nodding her thanks as she slipped theb into her belt pouch. Do you happen to have something that can create water?

 As it turned out, they did, in fact, have a small bronze ring that aplished what she wanted.

 The ring was justrge enough for her two thumbs to go through, together, and when a Mage funneled power into it, water would flow out the other side. It was actually a ss of magical item that T hadnt encountered before called a lensing item or an incorporator, which simply took raw magic power and output a single, predefined substance. They werent rare, but they were fairly expensive.

 To Artias understanding, they werent widely used because of two things: First, they were quite power intensive. A Material Creator could magic up close to ten times the volume of material, for the same amount of power. Second, incorporator items only created substances temporarily.

 In the case of water, or anything else ingestible, it functioned as expected. It would hydrate the consumer and pass through without harm, ill effect, or oddity. However, if left in the open, the water or other substance would begin to evaporate back into intangible power within an hour, give or take, the greater the quantity exposed together, the faster it would begin to vanish.

 Thus, incorporators were very niche in their usefulness, and Artia and Adrill parted with the one for water incorporation happily. They only had this one because it was the cheapest type of incorporator avable. They exined that Adrill had purchased it for study ages ago, but that research hadnt gone anywhere, because a Mage was absolutely required to use it. It had been gathering dust in his shop ever since.

 T bid the family goodnight and headed back towards the inn, Adrills notes in hand, feeling contented with her decision to bias towards generousity. The ending-berries still had a theoretical value much greater than what shed received, but she had no doubt that shed gotten the better end of the bargain, in the long run at the very least.

 * * *

 T giggled with joy as she pointed the water incorporator towards the bathtub, within her room in the Wandering Magician.

 With an effort of will, she pushed a trickle of power into the ring, clutched in her hand. She used only a tenth of the flow rate that shed utilized the day before, during the process of creating hertest Archon star. The result was a thin stream of water fountaining out of the very center of the ring, seeming to originate from thin air before arching far away from her tond in the tub.

 Shed soaked a towel or two in the beginning, as shed gotten her aim down, but they were all dry now; shed been ying for well more than an hour, after all.

 This is amazing! She giggled again. Im so d that Im not a Material Creator, or Id never do anything else. She shot another spurt of water, sweeping the thin stream back and forth.

 She had her mage-sight focused on the ring, as it worked, and was fascinated at what she saw. The ring acted as a sort of lens, but where an optical lens bent light, often revealing the multitudes of colors within, this ring bent magic, revealing the water withinor something like that. She didnt really have a good grasp on what was happening, but it was still fascinatingand fun.

 I need more of these. I need every kind of incorporator there is!

 Finally, she was able to reign in her inner child, and she got ready for bed.

 She stripped down, stretched, lightly exercised the muscles the days activities hadnt worked, and tossed her knife, drawing it back to her.

 She was able to draw it back three times that night, though the final one had her groaning on the floor with a splitting headache right afterwards.

 Slower, T. Keep your soul intact, please?

 To her great relief, the headache passed fairly quickly.

 She indulged in a bit more y while she bathed, removing the days grime, but after that, she resolutely ced the bronze ring away.

 She braided her hair and climbed into bed, content.

 Today was a good day.

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Chapter 46: Bad Birdy?