Chapter 118: Into the Constructionist Guild_Millennial Mage

Chapter 118: Into the Constructionist Guild

 T stepped into the Constructionist Guild.

 It was still odd to her, being inside spaces so vastlyposed of wood. It changed the feel of a ce, the way sound moved through it, how it was lit. Ill get used to it just in time to leave

 Her mage-sight picked up the now familiar scan from the Guilds doorway, and a harsh, ring noise sounded from deep within the building.

 What the rust?

 The world seemed to stutter, and there were suddenly three people standing around her, forming an equteral triangle with her in the dead center. Magic flowed between them in an ovepping, interweaving three-dimensional standing-spell-form.

 T could see the spell-lines as pure magic power, suspended in the air around her.

 Instantly, all light from the room vanished save the Mages aura and the spell-form.

 T felt the magic within her body hitch, even as her iron-salve heated. Her power was mighty and with the screen of iron, the magic was able to keep flowing, if just barely.

 Each of the three was indisputably an Archon, each just past true yellow to Ts mage-sight. Three Refined?

 Their aurasy heavily on the room, clearly the medium for the spell-form enacted around her. Strangely, it seemed that the three auras were each a unique medium, as the sense of the spell-form altered slightly as it transitioned from one to another.

 The Archon standing directly in front of T was a young-middle-aged male. Even under his cloak, it was obvious that he was heavily built. Something about his build and the richness of the garment caused him to look a bit like a pretentious workman, a carpenter or stone carver wearing his finest to pass for a member of the upper ss. His face was just barely visible to her enhanced senses within the cowl, and it was locked in a grimace of concentration.

 T perceived all of this in less than a heartbeat, as her iron-salve moved from unpleasantly warm to scalding. In a pulse of light and heat, the iron dust within the salve shed off.

 The worlds most incongruous ding sounded from the back room, and the lights came back on.

 With the renewed light, T saw that Terry had flickered to one of the corners. He opened one eye briefly before closing it again, seeming unconcerned. When did he move?

 Every flicker of power within Ts body was now held in suspension, unable to move, unable to act. Her senses dulled, her body felt weak beyond imagining, and her thoughts began to slow.

 A voice from the back yelled out, apanied by quick footsteps. What, by the rusted pile of g you have for brains, are you doing?

 The man who strode out of a doorway to Ts right was shorter than average, but that was far from the most apparent thing about him. His aura was unfurled and a deep blue-green. Paragon, moving towards Reforged?

 No, his aura wasnt unfurled, that wasnt quite right. It was moving as tightly controlled tendrils. Then, her mage-sight winked out, thest vestiges of power stilling within those spell-forms as well.

 The three Refined either hadnt heard the Paragon or had ignored him. Their focus seemingly locked on T.

 With quick motions, the Paragons aura swept through the standing-spell, disrupting and shattering it, utterly. It was so strongly manifest as to even be visible to Ts mundane sight.

 T could suddenly think clearly again. Is that how I used to be? That was awful.

 From what her returned mage-sight picked up, the broken spell-form had blossomed outward with enough power to level half a city. Seemingly unconcerned, the Paragons aura had simply absorbed it, draining magic from the air faster than T could blink.

 T gasped in a breath, staggering. The return of her senses enhancements hit like a physical blow. Her heart beat, the sensation painful. She hadnt had even a moment to realize that her biological functions had been arrested, too.

 Much longer, and Id be dead. How long can you survive without a heartbeat? She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she shied away from the information.

 It wasnt long.

 The most recent arrival was an Immaterial Guide, and all of his inscriptions wereWhat? She couldnt understand them at all, and that was actually a bit terrifying.

 Many of those that were visible were lit, clearly active and not perfectly efficient, but she couldnt see them with her mage-sight. Hes allowing his aura out and hiding the power from his inscription activation? That was the inverse of what shed seen on skilled Archons before. How? Why?

 He was handsome in a simple sort of way. Dark ck hair and a slender build were what stood out most prominently from his physical appearance.

 Her enhanced vision saw a grain pattern in his skin. Wood?

 No, he wasnt made of wood, but his physical form was clearly influenced by it. Hes some variation of a wood Archon, then?

 As she processed further, in the split second before events continued, she felt like the wood-like aspect of his appearance seemed in process of beingoverwritten? It wasnt actively urring, but she could somehow tell that this man was working to remove it.

 He is reforging himself, and what Im observing is one point of evidence of that. It might even be what was driving him to do the reforging. Grediv did imply that it was a difficult, unpleasant process.

 The three Refined swelled with power, turning on the intruder.

 Then, they stopped, all power leaving their building spell-forms and inscriptions. T saw the bigger man, who was still directly in front of her, nch as he saw the much smaller Archon approaching.

 Ill ask once more. What. Are. You. Doing?

 The rm triggered. And- The man in front of T responded.

 And you panicked!

 We reacted to the rm.

 And you assaulted the Blood Archon.

 The what? That came from Ts left. She nced that way and saw a woman frowning at her.

 Another voice answered, from Ts right, and T looked at the new speaker. The man there sounded a bit mortified. Ohrust.She was raised just over two weeks ago. Her title made information on her raising a bit unfriendly for dissemination to the Mages, but her picture was in all the Archon lounges for days.

 OhI dont reallygo into those The woman sounded a bitcontrite?

 T was not liking being surrounded by people who she didnt know and who clearly outssed her, at least as a group. That in mind, she stepped backwards to beside the door, out of the triangle, and watched as the woman turned to re at the second male Refined. You didnt recognize her, either! This isnt on me.

 The bigger man sighed. Mistress Yenna, Master Grent, bickerter. He bowed towards T. Blood Archon. I apologize for our mistake.

 Yenna muttered under her breath. You dont even know her name. You dont follow new Archons, either.

 T quirked an awkward smile. While I wont say it was nothing, I will not take it as a hostile assault. I am unharmed Her eyes flicked to the Paragon, even as she let her mage-sight sweep through herself, searching for issues. Right?

 The Paragon bowed in turn. There should be nosting damage. Mistress T, I sincerely apologize. I am Jevin. He then motioned to the bulky Refined. That is Master Bob.

 MasterBob?

 Yenna grinned. Yeah, he hates it.

 Bob grimaced. Must we do this, Mistress Yenna?

 You could change your name.

 Its. My. Name.

 T felt like shed stepped into an ancient couples house and brought up some taboo subject. Well Nice to meet you Master Bob, Master Jevin, Master Grent, Mistress Yenna.

 They gave half bows to T, and when they straightened, Grent spoke. You should join us for afternoon tea. Its about that time, and its the least we can do.

 T was going to object, but then she realized that she had a lot of business to do with this Guild, and it wouldnt hurt to ept some hospitality. That sounds wonderful, thank you.

 They led her out of the mostly austere front entry room. As they left, Terry flickered back onto Ts shoulder, seemingly satisfied that any danger had passed.

 T leaned her head a bit his way and whispered. Traitor. You totally could have helped, there.

 He looked straight into her eye and somehow conveyed a depth of parental fatigue?

 Im reading too much into his looks. I know I was fine, but it would have been nice- she trailed off, looking at those walking close by. Yenna was giving her an odd look, and the others seemed to be casting sideways nces at Terry, himself. Well talk about thister. T whispered thest even quieter, in a rush of words.

 As they moved down a series of side hallways, Yenna cleared her throat. Hes not your familiar; is he?

 Jevin sighed. Mistress Yenna, you know very well that that is an incredibly personal question.

 And I make a study of familiars. This is my area of expertise, Master Jevin.

 She doesnt know that.

 She does now. Yenna turned back to T, a smile on her face. So?

 T cleared her throat, watching the woman out of her peripheral vision. He is not. I was advised to not consider such a bond until at least Refined.

 Fascinating. I can see why that would have been said.

 Do you not agree?

 Hmm? Oh, of course. If you are doing a traditional soul-bond, you need to be more powerful than the familiar, in raw strength.

 Is there another option?

 Bob groaned. Not now, Mistress Yenna, please? We already basically assaulted the woman; lets not bore her with your theories.

 I am actually interested.

 Yenna brightened, and Bob sighed, falling a little bit back. Well, were almost there, so Ill be brief. Traditionally, a familiar bond is when an arcanous creature chooses to swallow a willingly offered Archon star.

 Yeah, thats my understanding. Terry had perked up and was looking intently at Yenna.

 Well, theres not really any reason you couldnt do a spirit binding instead.

 T blinked. Like my elk leathers? When I bound the two pieces together? How would that even work?

 Grent spoke before Yenna could. It wouldnt. Shes been trying fora long time. Never been able to get the bond to grab hold. There has to already be a sense ofmonality to fuse two things with that spell-form.

 But look at him! The power within that bird is vastly more than any other test subject. Themonality factor is only important for power requirements.

 T didnt really like the sound of that. But thats the second time Ive gotten reference to the spell-form and fusing. Well, in truth Grediv had been incredibly circumspect, but still. She should probably find out what happened to Yennas earlier volunteers. Whats happened in the past?

 Well Yenna nced away. The arcanous beasts power was quickly consumed to maintain the link, and they died, powerless and in pain

 Terry let out an unamused trill and lowered his head back into seeming sleep.

 But Ive only been able to test it with the traditional familiars, young and weak, those who would be easily dominated by their Mage. You, you are clearly ancient and powerful. She addressed thest to Terry.

 Terry lifted his head, looking at the Archon.

 Grent leaned back from his lead position. Shes ttering you. My mage-sight is better than hers, and all I can tell is that you are very power-dense. Anything more is just a guess, meant to make you like her more.

 Yenna red at him.

 And were here!

 T walked into arge sitting room with the others. The first thing to grab Ts attention about the room was that one wall was almost entirely transparent, though her enhanced eyesight told her there were hints of wood-grain in the clear section of wall.

 Through the wooden window, T looked north. She couldnt see the mountains, this room was below the distant treeline, but there was amanding view of the farnd and orchards on this side of the city. Beautiful.

 As the others moved around in the room, T pulled her gaze from the scenery. Off to one side, a tea service was alreadyden with several different pots of steaming tea, along with a dozen varieties of finger food.

 Howhow is this already here? T didnt try to hide her confusion.

 Bob sighed. Master Grent is quite fond of afternoon tea, and he funds this spread, daily. The assistants make it happen, and your timing is good. He looked her way apologetically. Well, at least in some regards. I do apologize, once again.

 T smiled and nodded his way. Apology epted.

 Each of them got some tea and a little te of food before taking a seat in one of thefortable chairs, artfully arranged in a loose circle around a low table. T had considered loading down her te, or stuffing some extras into Kit, but decided that that would be in poor taste.

 If you dont mind my asking, why no coffee?

 Grent shifted forward in his seat. Well, I see coffee as more of a morning beverage. Id love to do coffee in the mornings, and tea in the afternoon. He looked sadly towards the tea service. But I dont have quite that much free capital.

 Yenna leaned closer to T and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. Master Grent provides afternoon tea to every Constructionist Guild facility in the city, and tea, even good ck tea, is much more affordable than coffee.

 Grent moved back, nodding. Dont get me wrong, tea is wonderful. But I do wish we could do morning coffee, too. I feel like I was close Maybe, I should try again? This time He seemed to be lost in his own musings.

 Yenna took a sip and looked T up and down. Now that were a bit morefortable: What was that, anyways? Why did the rm go off? Why did you register as a cloaked threat?

 T cleared her throat. Shes a bitodd. My magical defense is passive. I imagine that She trailed off. Hang on. I have my aura restrained. Most Archons do. How did it detect anything? Why did it expect to be able to?

 Bob grinned. You are new.

 Thats been established. The more rxed setting of afternoon tea was allowing thest of the tension from their unfortunate encounter to bleed away. Probably partly why they do it. It helps form bonds and smooth ruffles.

 Jevin sighed. I will dly answer your questions. But first, I feel like weve rather stepped in it. How can we make amends?

 Yenna opened her mouth to pursue her inquiry, but silenced herself, so as not to override Jevin.

 T oriented on him in an instant, and her look was apparently so forceful that the smaller man leaned back, involuntarily. Coffee. Incorporator.

 He blinked back at her. What?

 I want a coffee incorporator.

 Jevin hesitated. After a moment, he nced at the other three, then sighed. Youre never going to be a Constructionist, are you?

 Probably not. How is that relevant?

 A coffee incorporator. Its not possible.

 The three Refined looked at him with confusion; Grent was full on frowning. Wait a minute, now. You told me to see what I could do when I asked about them. I was even considering giving it another attempt.

 Jevin cracked a grin. And that kept you out of my hair for a decade. Were she a Constructionist acolyte, Id have told her the same.

 Bob and Yenna suppressedughs, and T heard them each say something about having given up after a year or two.

 T ignored them. Why? Why is it impossible?

 Why? Dear girl, do you know what an incorporator does?

 It turns power into a material.

 Jevin just stared at her for a long moment, he then rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. It pains me to say that that isurate. I suppose its the best I can hope for, from a non-Constructionist Immaterial.

 Coffee is a material.

 No, Mistress T. Coffee, like virtually any other consumable, is a lot of different materials in a precisely ratioed solution. Coffee has more than one thousand different chemicalpounds within it, together making it what we know and love.

 Oh Wait, then why hasnt anyone just told me that!

 Jevin pointed to Grent. Because the quest for a coffee incorporator is usually a final step before an incorporation journeyman is acknowledged as a master. We use it to analyze a Mages ways of thinking, how they function with an impossible task, what avenues they try. Will they ask for help? Will they consult others? What do they do when it seems like theyve been sent on a fools errand?

 Suddenly, all the odd looks she had gotten, when shed asked after the coffee incorporator, made so much more sense. Wellthats disappointing.

 That is usually the result, yes. We can incorporate many, veryplex molecules, so long as the resulting solution is pure. A true master can design an incorporator capable of non-pure results, but the best Ive heard of have only managed three distinctpounds generated at once, in unequal quantities. Few have been useful enough toe into ready production, but they have been made. He cracked a smile. That said, there was a master before my time, who spent a century on the coffee problem. In the end, he actually seeded, after a fashion.

 T perked up. Oh? Whats the catch?

 He created a device that contained more than a thousand individual incorporators, each producing one part of the coffee whole. Feed in power, and it was properly parsed out to the incorporators in the right ratios to create the proper mixture.

 So?

 First, would you like to pay more than three hundred gold for the incorporators?

 Well no.

 Then, theres the magical matrix that is required to run and operate it. Thats moreplex than most city defenses.

 Oh

 On top of that, it couldnt create less than a gallon at a time.

 Well, thats not a problem.

 Thepounds discorporate at varying rates.

 Oh, thatd be odd.

 And it took, at a minimum, ten thousand Mana in a single burst to function.

 Thats thats a lot.

 So. Any more questions on a coffee incorporator?

 What was his second prototype like?

 Jevin blinked at her, and Grentughed out loud. I like her.

 Jevin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I dont think he ever made a second version.

 Quitter. T muttered under her breath.

 What?

 Nothing.

 He gave her a searching look, then shook his head. That aside, how can I assist you? I would normally leave you to my assistants, but Im already displeased with how theygreeted you. They were all nearly finished with their tea and treats.

 I appreciate the personal service. I do have quite a few items to inquire about. Im also looking to do an integration of magical weaponry with my soul-bound knife.

 We can get that sorted, then. He stood with a smile. This way, please.

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Chapter 118: Into the Constructionist Guild