nagpurpolice Chapter 111: A Day Off the Town
Chapter 111: A Day Off the Town
Chapter 111: A Day Off the Town
The streets were surprisingly clear, Edwin reflected, considering how much snow theyd been getting regularly. While the overcast sky ensured that there were still a few snowflakes drifting to rest along the street, the textured stone itself was almost completely bare of snow which might serve as some kind of a hindrance. There wasnt anywhere obvious all the snow might have gone, either. It definitely felt like Skill nonsense. Perhaps because this was a nicer district of the city, there was more regular road maintenance?
As he wandered around, it certainly seemed to be the case. As the streets became less massive stone blocks and more cobblestone, the piles of snow alongside the side of the road grew dramatically, to the point where some houses were almost completely buried in slightly-dirty snow.
He even got to see one of the street-cleaners! A human man dressed in relatively light and plain clothes held a contraption reminiscent of a snow shovel, but with the shovel blade turned perpendicular to the handle like a snowplow.
To clear the street, the man lined the shovel right up next to the pile of snow on the road and then just pushed. Snow flew in every direction, mostly straight but much off to the sides, increasing the barriers by several inches at a minimum. Then, work done, he walked the hundred feet or so to where the snow had receded and carried on.
It was quite the sight to see, but Edwin didnt stick around for that long before moving on.
Humans, he noted, were largely bundled up as might be expected, wearing thick woolen jackets and scarves. Half of them wore wool mittens, and most wore some kind of hat as well, which made Edwin feel rather out of place in his standard traveling getup. He had gloves, sure, but they were decidedly work gloves and not that warm. His fingers werent cold anyway, and he had a small bottle of heated water if he did end up feeling cold at some point.
Fortunately, what did help him feel less out-of-place was that the avior he saw were wearing largely the same clothes they always did- namely, not much and usually either decidedly workmanlike or ostentatious with very little in the middle. He supposed it made sense if they had some kind of winder down, and made a note to ask Lefi and checking his note reminded him he still hadnt figured out what made Bomb Throwing trigger or not.
Well, next time he needed a break from his trait transference problem he could work on that, he supposed.
Oh look, its the daywasrs toy! a voice heckled.
Edwin looked up, seeing a young avior- a Treetop Hunter- perched on a nearby roof, but he shrugged and carried on. If he stopped every time he heard an insult hed spend more time responding to them than actually carrying on with his day. People didnt like him, that was hardly a surprise.
Hey! I was talking to you!
You were? Edwin shot back, Im sorry, you clearly have the wrong person.
A flap of his wings brought the avior face-to-face with Edwin, razor-sharp beak inches from his nose. The intimidation factor was definitely lessened by the fact he was at least a head and a half shorter, though. His feather was still very strong, poking into Edwins chest just hard enough to be uncomfortable.
I dont think I do now. Ive watched you go in and out of that tower thinkin like you own the place?
It was kind of hilarious how the kid thought he was intimidating, like Edwin didnt live with three of possibly the strongest individuals in the city and regularly trained with all of them.
You may want to work on your Mind Reading skill, Edwin casually countered, I think its being influenced by something else Personal Fantasy, maybe?
What? the boy seemed confused.
Look, Edwin put on a false smile and sounded reassuring as he lightly rested his hand on the aviors shoulder, Im sure that the local Registrar might be able to help you out if you just asked. Im sure they knew what they were doing when they assigned you some sort of delusion-based Skill. Or did you get that on your own?
You adventurer- the boy started, trying to shrug Edwins hand away, but he held firm, tightly gripping the base of the wing even as pressure started to build..
Correct. Now, get out of my face and leave me alone.
I wont stand to be bossed around by scum like you.
Oh, is there anything else you wanted to talk about? Ill give you oh, how about a minute, before you leave?
Do you seriously think you have any level of control over my actions? Youre scum, worthless to your communities and a bane upon the Empire and everything it stands for. Youre disgraceful, and your little bitch in the tower is too, you know that? Soon the towers rightful owners will come around and then well see how smug you are
There didnt seem to be any useful information present, so Edwin tuned out the annoying voice and concentrated on his magic instead. Could he maybe make this go any faster, somehow? It didnt seem like the little angry ball of feathers noticed Edwins ever-tightening grip, but that worked out fine for him.
Numeracy buzzed, letting Edwin know how long had passed.
Minutes up. Bye.
You still think you can-
It wasnt a request, Edwin released his grip on the Hunter and Unbound Tether simultaneously, the pent-up energy from the charged Skill sending the avior absolutely flying. The arrogant teen didnt ragdoll too much, but did manage to catch himself once Edwin stopped pushing and swooped away on stiff wings.
Edwin looked around the street. It hadnt been busy exactly, but now it was mostly deserted. Nobody had wanted to stick around, apparently. Ah well. He would check out the docks. Yeah. Hed flown over them a bunch of times, but it was almost always way above them. The one time hed actually been there, hed been distracted by Inion and he was curious what the lifeblood of the city was really like.
As he walked, he enjoyed marveling at the citys sights. The snowbanks were everywhere, and his Skills let him see much more than normal. Skillful Assessment showed the nigh-invisible forms of alley cats stalking across the snow, Numeracy informed him of a bank of snow that was about to collapse- he danced out of the way before it could strike him, and Basic Mana Sense lit up here and there, picking up on hints of icy wind mana from the tower carried with the breeze.
Winter really was beautiful, he reflected. Without the cold bothering him, without his nose, ears and fingers freezing, he could properly enjoy the majesty of undisturbed snowdrifts, and the quaint novelty of seeing a proper pseudomedieval city blanketed in white.
The docks were closed for the season, and while practically deserted by comparison, they were still rather busy. The sounds of a smithy echoed through the streets along with the distant barking of a dog, a hint of fresh bread was carried on the breeze, and the crowds of people scarcely looked up as they bustled about their day.
There were, of course, the frequent displays of superhuman prowess- the man carrying a crate bigger than he was like it weighed nothing, the crier making his voice heard about something to do with boats, it didnt matter to him- in a way that sounded like he was standing directly in front of every single person, and a halfling woman casually leaping from a second-story door to the streets below. Along this street, it was clear that there was a significant amount of effort put into making it look presentable, similar to the higher-class neighborhoods like where the tower was located. However, even just looking down the alleyways unveiled where the quality of housing diminished, the walls damaged; paint chipped and peeling, wood cracked and splintered.
Meanwhile, the river itself was mostly frozen over. It wasnt completely- there was still flowing water near the center- but the docks themselves were encased in ice. While most of the boats that otherwise would be fishing or carrying goods had either left the city for the season or had been pulled out of the water, there were still a few ships still remaining.
One, Edwin noted with interest, was surrounded by a bit of un-frozen water and was inundated with Skills of all forms. He wandered over that way to take a closer look at the vessel, noting an unusual lack of sails. Though perhaps they had just been taken in for the season? In all respects, the boat was crafted masterfully without so much as a single splinter out of place. Although he didnt know exactly how to tell, it seemed to exude understated competence from the serpent-headed bow to the dark, straight-grained wood of its body.
That was without even getting into the skills inundating every inch of the craft. Now that he was looking, he definitely saw several similar skills imbuing the other boats he could see, but this one seemed to have them all. From the net-like weaving of Efficient Space to something reminiscent of Basic Thermokinesis, and another that was an inverted Firestarting? Ah, probably a fire-suppressing skill. Very neat.
After a few minutes of admiring the boats Skills, Edwin lost interest and wandered off downstream. While subtle alongside the waterfront, it was clear that this was much more of the working end of the port. Nets and ropes smelling strongly of fish cluttered the local scents just as surely as the stone walkway, weather-worn buildings creaked underneath the winter winds and groaned under their snowy burden.
There were still some ships in the water, but they definitely seemed to be on the rattier end of things. Some even looked as though it was only the rivers thick layer of ice that was keeping them afloat, but most had very few Skills working on them. It was just neglected.
The people, too, matched the idea. Clothing was less fine, the people looked more haggard. A figure lay on the ground in an alleyway he passed, the Fairweather Fisher still alive but perhaps for not much longer.
A part of Edwin said he should try to help these people, but it was solidly vetoed. Getting involved in other people's problems was very much not what he wanted to do. While he could sympathize somewhat with their plight, it also wasnt his problem. He didnt not care, but he also couldnt actually care, not if he wanted to remain sane and actually able to take care of himself.
There didnt seem to be much more of interest- or at least the right kind of interesting- further downstream, so Edwin decided to backtrack before he either got mugged or pulled on some pointless distraction.
Without the distractions of the city to slow him down on his return trip, Edwin skimmed just off the ground with Flight, only really paying any attention to obstacles in his path. Thus, it took only a few minutes before hed fully made it back to where he started.
He didnt really feel like heading back to the tower quite yet, and he was kind of curious as to whether upstream the buildings and boats would be nicer. Besides, he had- and still had, hed checked after leaving the semi-slums- his smoke bombs and a few fireballs, hed be fine.
It definitely became apparent that everything became nicer as he explored this half of the waterfront; more and more large buildings elegantly sculpted into veritable works of art. There were no nets and ropes cluttering these streets, no. In their place were elegantly-crafted individual piers and works of art, many more guards and far fewer people. Oh, there still were people of course, but not as many as had previously been around.
There were, of course, more boats still in the river up here, almost all of them with Skills similar to the one hed seen downstream that kept the water around them at an above-freezing temperature, but this time they were significantly gaudier.
Fancy carvings and gildings, luxurious paints, mental Skills- his practice with Rillahs Mesmeric Flare was paying off it would seem, and while he was still hopeless against her, the boat wasnt nearly so powerful a distraction- and even hints of magic. There might not have been very many, but sheer presence and size more than accounted for that difference. One even looked to be made of a single stone, some massive boulder shaped and quarried into the form of a luxury barge.
Some had workers, too. One boat had a woodcarver actively detailing the side, others had a few humans and halflings running around with fine materials, though with almost no sounds of construction in the area, it was impossible to tell what they were doing.Outlaws and troublemakers, the voice resonated from the air behind and above Edwin, and he turned around to see an avior with steel-gray feathers descend to the street below him, Do not belong here, and yet you are both and remain.
Sentinel of the Distant Flow
Edwin looked around, Im not? Well, guess Ill head back then, he shrugged, You might want to put up a sign.
He held back a wince. That sounded way worse than he had been hoping for, and the Sentinel clearly agreed. In the blink of an eye, Edwin found himself slammed against the closest wall, held a few inches off the ground by the aviors wing.
It dares mock me?
Honestly, Edwin tried to shrug, fighting back his rising panic. Okay, he had a smoke bomb within reach of his left hand, and he could also Tether himself a fireball and detonate that. He hadnt tested what it would do to him point-blank but he was at mostly full Health, after that wall-slam, and hed probably be fine, I have no clue who you are. I dont think weve ever met.
A really, really long way from here.
What was your home like with outsiders?
Ou- oh, like foreigners, you mean? I mean depends on who you asked, I suppose. For me and my circles it generally didnt matter.
There were those who just hated foreigners though, yes? Those who thought nothing good can come from beyond their own home?
I always thought it was a bit overblown but yeah, I guess so.
Thats what adventurers are, but proven.
Proven? What do you mean?
Adventurers are those who we thought were our kin, who respected our traditions and customs, then decided to throw it all away. They are foreigners disguised as proper citizens. They share not our values, and have decided wholeheartedly that they are not like us, not of us. That their former kin are but dust. They rejected their citizenship, it is only fitting that they are rejected in turn.
It sounds like you dont like adventures either?
Of course I dont. Theyre immoral, rash, reckless individuals who seek only their own glorification at the expense of all others.
But?
But that doesnt justify being awful to them, nor does it justify treating those who had no say over their condition in such a horrid manner. Were better than that, she sniffed, And that describes most of you in residence, other than that hounds boy. Even with him, his parents clearly failed to raise him properly, if hed trust a dog over his registrar.
I guess? a thought crossed his mind, Youre aware of our plan, right?
To create a contraption which will remove the need for a resident mage? I am.
Doesnt it annoy you or whatever?
Why might it? I have no desire to ensure that another stiff-feathered noble roosts here, and certainly love seeing the ingenuity of you mages. That it ruffles the feathers of the governor and enforcer only helps my approval.
Wont it mess up your thing, though? Like, if theres nobody here, what will happen to you?
Oh, I imagine Ill stay here. My Charter is with the city itself, they cant remove me from the tower, and not having a mage in residence makes my life far simpler.
Thats good, I suppose. I wouldnt want to ruin your life by accident.
Perfectly alright, young man. Now, you seem to be finished with that cider. Are you planning to hold onto that mug all night or shall I deal with it?
Huh? Oh, right. You can take it, I guess.
Excellent. I believe the Lady is in your sitting parlor, run along now.
Oh, thanks Edwin didnt know how to address the halfling so just sort of awkwardly trailed off as he watched her vanish around the corner.
He wrenched his mind away from that particular gaffe before it could start to dwell on the mistake, and with just three strides found himself at the doors of their primary sitting room. He took a brief moment totally not about pushing off human contact to admire the intricately painted carvings covering so much of the door before pushing his way inside and tossing his jacket to the side.
True to what hed been anticipating, Rillah was lounging near the fireplace, quietly playing her flute. At his entrance though, she looked up and stopped playing, the unearthly tunes fading into echoes.
Edwin! Wow, what happened, youre a mess.
Oh come on, its like one bruise! he protested, to no avail.
Nuh-uh, Im not hearing it. What happened?
He sighed and settled in for another recap of his day. At least he had someone nice to talk to now.
Level Up!
Skill Points 10281091 (Average level: 55; Min level: 24)
Adaptive Defense Level 4548
Alchemical Analysis Level 4144
Alchemical Dismantling Level 4953
Anatomy Level 4344
Arcadian Elixir Level 3637
Basic Thermokinesis Level 3640
Bomb Throwing Level 5860
Fey's Caress Level 4346
Fresh Air Level 4546
Longstrider Level 5254
Memory Level 6667
Numeracy Level 5054
Outsiders Almanac Level 136137
Overcharge Level 2730
Prototyping Level 4144
Refining Level 3740
Ritual Intuition Level 5052
Sapper's Apparatus Level 6265
Skillful Assessment Level 5052
Stamina Manipulation Level 412
Unbound Tether Level 1924
Watchful Rest Level 4044