Day of talks - 15th day of Anais
Location: Harrows Tower
Location: Harrows Tower
Abbi being an early riser woke as bright and cheerful as her birds. Morning had begun and she had a full day of… Sitting, waiting for Lord Drakus to call on her. So she could answer questions with limited detail having to make assumptions about motive, ability, and technical competency. She sighed; all she could do was her best. It was much better than being homeless and Lord Drakus had given her very liberal restrictions. There was the restriction against making explosives in the keep. It was only one window in the lab that was blown out, thanks to the doors being about two inches thick and the chimney flue really did get a good cleaning from it. There was also the sulfur experiment that made the southwest wing smell like rotting eggs for a week. And she couldn’t forget the time that one of the cats went after her birds only to find that birds could breathe fire, which hurts.. It nearly burned the fur off the entire cat and darn near caught the west wing of the keep on fire in the process. Accidents happen in her line of work. She tried very hard to contain them.
She headed she headed to a lower storage room to find her bird. They were constantly chirping and flittering in their cages. Freshwater and seed were placed. Next she headed down the Library. A monk taught her the basics of using the teleporter for a later return trip.
Breakfast was a delight. The serving staff had done well. She ate in the servants dining hall to hear the gossip of who was sleeping with whom, which noble the maids wanted to bed, and any gossip that might be of technical use. She also told a couple white lies that would help Lord Drakus negotiate with the other northern houses. Mainly that he would have to side with the southern houses if he couldn’t get something that he people would value from them. She pushed for teachers for the university and technology for manufacturing and processing. She made a note of who was acting aggressively towards the creation of House Solaris and who wanted to entertain Lord Drakus, for manipulative purposes.
After breakfast, she headed to the Library to look for books to look at while she was waiting. Her first selection was on ornithology to learn more about birds, their flight, illnesses and cures, and breeding for stronger gates. The second selection was on the development of simple mechanical devices like gearing, pulleys, and things like that. Her final book was a book of poetry that the monk recommended. She quickly penned a note about what she had learned and saw at breakfast on to pass on to her employer and Rendyl, she sent this with a scribe in one of her message tubes.
Leaving the Library, she used the teleporter herself. True to Abbi’s nature, there was a slight detail that the monks did not impress on her. They told her to focus on herself moving to the place she wanted. They forgot to include the idea that she also needed to include the dress she was wearing in that thought process. So, Abbi appeared at the end of the hall to her bedroom with the books in her arms, with barely a stitch of clothing on. It took her a moment to realize the problem. The cold draft indicated to her brain that something was not right. Her hang over did not help her thought process either. She let out a little shriek and streaked for her room. She had done house Solaris proud, she had entertained a small crowd of servants and heirs. A few moments after making it to the room, the Librarian brought her the dress and garments left behind in the process.
Abbi sat in a stuffed chair wearing a simpler cotton dress with roses and she had perfumed herself with a little bit of rose water. Now she spent time reading making notes in a couple blank books she had made and bound herself. Lord Drakus had sent a messenger a couple times to ask her questions, she thought more for show and reputation than need. They had been over the issues and the arguments many times and Drakus had is calculus down to a tee.
The first thing that happened when the blast happened was a sudden sickness hit Abbi. It really hit her maid and guard harder as they did not have strong gates. She would have to help them learn to use their power. Then the world seemed to come crashing in. Walls floors and ceilings were in places that they did not belong. She in her chair was in a place she didn’t belong. One of the stewards, a well fed, formerly nice looking man, collapsed on her and the chair she was sitting on. He was dead. Abbi screamed at the sudden weight and attack. As she tried to push him off, she grabbed his keyring from his belt. Then with her force gate, she pushed him off of her. With use of magic, that the world started to clear. Mana explosion of some form, she thought. The power surged in her more than normal and it felt better than the peppermint tea. She would have to really watch her magic as the power was calling her to push her abilities.
She found her guard and maid, both alive but with mana sickness. She set off to search for survivors. At times like these, Rendyl had told her always carry a knife. But she would have to search for one or better yet, find a nice person who has one and knows how to use it. She had some bearings and class marbles that she could use her force gate to “fire” them like a bullet. But she had limited speed and power.
Abbi made her way through the remains of buildings, rooms, and halls. Squashed and twisted. She had to use her force gate a few times to push parts of walls away from her. As she worked her way searching for people she came across a man looting the dead bodies of their posessions.
Abbi screamed at the sight hoping that others would hear her and come to her aid. Fighting was not in her normal skill set, at least not with weapons.