Chapter: 649 – Return in Full

Tala looked at the slab of stone which showed the rear view from their flying construct as Howlton shrank and faded, then fuzzed and vanished in their wake.

The dinner with Paresh had been enjoyable and largely dominated by his inquiries to Lea about some of the more esoteric portions of her nature. She, in turn, asked him what it was like being related to dragons, drawing much mirth from the dragon-kin.

Apparently, even though dragonlings were ostensibly related to dragons, they were more truly simply a more esoteric sort of beast-folk. No one really believed that the ancestors of hawk-men had bred with those creatures, and so it was Paresh’s opinion that dragon-kin—or dragonlings—were the same. In essence, he believed that someone had experimented on his ancestors—perhaps the ancestors themselves—attempting to grant them the traits of the fabled dragons.

All told, it was a rather ‘boring’ origin story, at least that’s how Lea seemed to take it, but she didn’t let the man’s theory hamper her for long.

The remainder of the time was filled with pleasant conversation and good food.

Ironhold’s merchants had done fast, thorough business, and the hold had been more than ready for their early departure that next morning.

Tala took a deep breath and let it out in slow, quiet contentment, despite what lay ahead.

The sun was rising from their back right as they headed southwest toward Platoiri at a good clip, all of Tala’s skill, experience, and nature bent toward smoothing and settling Reality around them as the density of power in the local zeme slowly increased around their craft as they continued away from the cycling cities, through the wandering wilds.

The main slab before their thrones still depicted the live view forward, showing naught but rolling plains all the way to the mountains in the distance.

She knew Platoiri to be at the base of those mountains, and the slab picked out what could be glimmers of the early morning light off of windows or metal, or it could even be brighter lights still shining forth from the city itself.

She wasn’t sure, but it hardly mattered.

At the speeds they were capable of traveling, she could get there in barely a few hours, but she was taking it relatively slow to perfect her technique in the ever increasing magical density.

As such, her thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the sources of that power, the central pillars that marred each arcane city, the monument of vestiges—gated human souls bound and held as they dumped their power through filtering scripts and out into the world.

They—in their thousands, if not hundreds of thousands—were the reason for this increasing density. The entirety of arcane society—whether hue-folk or beast-men— and the whole foundation of power each Great House were built upon those columns, built upon the souls of her people.

True, many holds had their own sources of power as well—more vestiges held and used regardless of their will—but without those central spires of enforced subservience, there would never be enough magic to go around, and the Houses would tear each other apart in constant war for what few sources that might be found.

Not that they don’t fight and jockey for position and power already.

-Indeed. But they do so over relatively little things. Imagine the lengths they would go to for the want of so precious a resource.-

Absolutely. We need to figure out an alternative, something for them to switch to. Otherwise they will never change their stance on non-Archon, gated humanity.

-You mean like your hold? Like what we and Kit have become?-

Tala hesitated, not having considered that before. They are already used to being subservient to a City Lord… Then, she grimaced. But even my throughput would not be sufficient. Rust, Rane’s excess—whenever he has any—pours through our bond—through the filters—and helps sustain Ironhold, and that wouldn’t be enough to allow a city’s worth of arcanes to live ‘normal’ lives.

-Agreed. Even if we could remove what little inefficiencies there are—what minor waste exists in the filtering process—it wouldn’t be enough unless they were forever locked within our domain.-

Tala frowned, considering.

Then, she dismissed the idea. We can hold far more volume than ever before, but it is nowhere near enough for an arcane city, let alone all the holds as well. Moreover, there’s far more than just one city.

That would have been too easy of a solution, even if it would have involved both rare creatures and creations of incalculable expense, not to mention the finding of Mages capable of bonding and bringing those together under an iron-clad will.

She frowned, turning and explaining her somewhat disjointed thoughts to Rane, who put aside his book to listen attentively.

When she finished, Rane leaned back in thoughtful silence. After a long moment, he shrugged. “I see what you mean about cities, but what about holds?”

Tala frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What if instead of trying to replace the city, we worked to replace the holds? We could create effectively mobile sources of power and safety for them, each with an Archon at the core. It would invest the houses in the progression of young Mages into…” He grinned, drawing out the sentence, clearly liking what he was about to say. “Hold Wardens.”

Tala’s eyebrows rose. “Oh… I like that. It would require either a filter artifact for each, or a good portion of early inscriptions being devoted to the cause…”

“Filtering inscriptions have been tried before. It does lessen the strain on reality greatly, but the cost is… high. It effectively cripples our Mages in their early development, and it is a sufficient draw that putting those inscriptions on mundanes tips them over into the danger zone for founting.”

Tala grimaced. “Yeah, I remember learning about that. The filtering didn’t have any real benefit in the short term, and the city system works quite well for gated humanity.”

Rane tilted his head back and forth in thought. “I do like the idea, but I’m not sure if either side would go for it. It would require at least a few Archon-capable Mages every year becoming hobbled, potentially for the rest of their lives. On the arcane side, it would necessitate a radical shift in culture, as they’d effectively be putting themselves under the authority of a gated, rather than using that gate for their own ends, and at their own discretion.”

Tala shrugged. “Hasn’t it been said that the best deals are those in which no one is happy?”

Rane gave her a flat look. “No. Just no.” He grimaced after a minute and amended. “If it has been said—at least if it was said with any degree of truth—it must have been referring to one-off instances that are ‘agreed and done.’ Otherwise, it would be something that both parties would be looking to find a way free of, and neither would be very likely to want to deal with the other in the future, if they had any other option.”

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She grunted. “Fair, I suppose…” She then blinked a few times, the seeds of an idea growing in her mind. “What if we just took one step?”

Rane cocked an eyebrow. “Go on?”

“What if we give or trade them the knowledge to raise up these Hold Wardens. Then, those that were going to be turned into Vestiges would at least have a chance. On the arcane side, the worst that would happen would be that they’d get the Vestige they were already going for. In the best case scenario, they would end up with a power source that would continue to grow and become more powerful.”

“Huh… That might work? It would require working with the suppliers, though, and I think most of us would rather obliterate them out of hand.”

She grimaced. “You aren’t wrong, but it would be a place to start that was short of all out war, and I don’t think we’re in a place where such a war is possible even given the stakes.”

He sighed. “It is better to nudge the path of the prison ship in the attempt to eventually save some than to sink the whole thing and hope a fraction survive.”

Tala gave a slow nod. “Even if it means allowing the prison ship to continue in the short term.”

“And in that short term, we can work to turn it just a bit more at every opportunity.”

They fell into a companionable silence then, only broken when Lea willed herself into her chair beside them. “Are you two ready for breakfast? I’m starving.”

Tala shook her head, chuckling, and Rane sighed, addressing their daughter. “You literally can’t starve, Lea. Please don’t hyperbolize.”

Lea groaned. “I’m not awake enough to care. Food? Please?”

Rane gave her a level look before sighing again and glancing toward Tala.