As Zayxehr walked briskly through the winding paths of the rebel camp after leaving Vlad's tent, she couldn't shake the unease gnawing at her thoughts. Vlad's words had lingered in her mind, but not in the way one might expect.
There was something off about him, something that didn't quite sit right. Her hand instinctively brushed against the small, eye-sized orb in her pocket, a mysterious artifact Hayteyr had given her.
Arriving at Hayteyr's quarters, she entered without knocking, the heavy fabric of the tent door swaying in her wake. Hayteyr, seated at a low wooden table cluttered with scrolls and ancient books, looked up from her work as Zayxehr approached.
Without a word, Zayxehr reached into her pocket and produced the small, eye-sized orb, placing it carefully on the table before her.
"Here," she said, her voice edged with urgency. "You said this would help. How does it work?"
Hayteyr picked up the artifact with a knowing smile. "Having recorded the words of you and Vlad, with the proper rituals, I can tell whether the words spoken are true or not."
Zayxehr's eyes widened with intrigue. "So, it's like a truth detector?"
"Exactly," Hayteyr nodded. "If he spoke any falsehoods, we'll know soon enough."
Without further delay, Hayteyr set to work. She retrieved several small vials from a nearby shelf, each filled with the blood of once-living animals. She uncorked them and poured a few drops onto the orb, muttering incantations under her breath. The air grew thick with a palpable tension as the ritual took hold. The orb shimmered, pulsing with a soft light, before settling into a steady glow.
After what felt like an eternity, Hayteyr leaned back. Her expression remained unchanged, as if she had expected the deception. "He lied, Zayxehr. Especially about his relationship with the witchcraft practitioners in Rythe and what he really thinks of them."
Zayxehr's eyes darkened, a surge of anger welling up within her. "That bastard!" she hissed, slamming her fist onto the table, making the scrolls jump. "He made a fool of me. I should've known!"
Hayteyr reached out, placing a calming hand on Zayxehr's arm. "Careful," she warned softly. "If you confront him, he'll know you're trying to pry into his secrets."
Zayxehr clenched her fists, her knuckles whitening as she wrestled with the urge to storm back to Vlad's tent and punch him in the face. Again.
But Hayteyr's words were true, Vlad would become suspicious, and she couldn't afford to tip her hand just yet.
With a frustrated sigh, Zayxehr nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in Hayteyr's caution. "I won't confront him. Not yet. But when the time is right…"
Hayteyr chuckled softly. "Patience, Zayxehr. Let's see how this plays out. For now, keep your cool."
Reluctantly, Zayxehr nodded, her frustration only slightly abated. She could still feel the anger simmering just beneath the surface. She needed to channel it, to focus on something else before it consumed her.
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Third hour of the next day, Vlad made his way to the market, a place he had been all too familiar with during his time in Rythe.
As he walked through the bustling streets, he took note of the surroundings, the vibrant scents of spices mingling with the earthy aroma of herbs, the muted chatter of traders haggling over prices, and the thin stream of people moving purposefully from one stall to another. The marketplace was a far cry from the lively bazaars of his homeland, but it held its own charm.
As he navigated the rows of vendors, Vlad's attention was drawn to a familiar figure, Aidynr, who was deep in conversation with a merchant. Vlad slowed his pace, casually positioning himself nearby to overhear the exchange.
"I need a large amount of Gruf ash, dried nightwalker spinal fluid, and Qye cream," Aidynr said, his tone businesslike.
Vlad's ears perked up. He recognized two of those ingredients as key components in concocting alone realm, a potent sleeping potion. It was the same potion Vlad had frequently used to ease his mother's pain and put her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
What does Aidynr need so much alone realm for? Vlad wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. He was tempted to brush it off, after all, everyone had their secrets. But something nagged at him, urging him to dig deeper.
Just because we're allies doesn't mean I have to trust them completely, he reminded himself. The rebellion's goals were aligned, but trust was a luxury he couldn't afford to give freely.
With a subtle glance in Aidynr's direction, Vlad made a mental note to keep an eye on his comrade. There was no harm in being cautious, especially in a place as dangerous as the Forsaken Land.
Pushing the matter aside for now, Vlad focused on the reason he had come to the marketplace in the first place.
He approached a small, unassuming stall and handed over a quarter of his hard-earned contribution points in exchange for a single gram of suhba leaf. The vendor wrapped the precious herb carefully before handing it to Vlad.
The suhba leaf was known for its ability to keep the mind clear and free from fatigue, a valuable asset for someone in Vlad's position. With the leaf secured, he made his way back to his tent, eager to prepare it for use.
Once inside, Vlad carefully ground the suhba leaf into fine particles, the potent aroma filling the air. He wrapped the crushed leaves in paper, forming six tightly rolled blunts before running out of the precious herb.
With the immediate task completed, his thoughts drifted to his next endeavor.
What's a simple magic spell to start with? Vlad mused, his mind cycling through the myriad of possibilities.
After some consideration, he decided to experiment with a basic wind slide spell, a spell designed to create a smooth, frictionless surface of air that could be used for quick escapes or to outmaneuver an opponent.
The idea intrigued him; it was simple enough for a novice yet offered room for creative application.
He envisioned binding the spell to an invoked tarot card, a relic that was lost in the annals of history after the passing of the greatest mind in history, Mr. Dreamer.
With his plan in mind, Vlad gathered the only materials he would need; a blank card made of enchanted paper and a blunt of suhba leaf.
He laid them out carefully, the anticipation building as he prepared to bring his imagination to life.
As he surveyed the items before him, a sudden jolt of realization hit him, sending a ripple of doubt through his mind. His once steady hands faltered, and an uneasy chuckle escaped his lips.
"Well... didn't think this far ahead, did I?" he muttered, frustration edging his voice as the enormity of the task dawned on him.
The gap between his imagination and reality loomed larger than ever, and for a moment, he felt like a child lost in a labyrinth of his own making.
"Where do I even begin?" Vlad muttered, feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. There was no blueprint, no instruction manual for how to bring the vivid workings of his imagination into reality.
His ideas, once so vibrant and full of promise, now felt like mere wisps of thought, elusive and intangible. Without the proper knowledge or guidance, they were nothing more than fleeting daydreams, slipping through his grasp like sand.
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