Chapter 53: Ch 52 “Port”

"There are only three Guilds in Edor: The Adventurers Guild, Merchant Guild and Artisan Guild. These big three were once the most influential organisations outside the state in the Holy Human Empire. 

Today the word guild no longer is viewed as a sign of reliability, safety and effectiveness but just as a normal word in the same group as a league, company or corporation.

Even though the three guilds are still incredibly influential and remain independent from the many Kings and Queens trying to control them, a growing amount of regions are ripped out of their spheres of influence."

Exert from "Golden Track"

 

 

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   The landscape of early autumn lazily rolled in front of Iris like a long unmoving painting. The awake undead was the only one able to appreciate the beautiful sight of the season changing under the cover of darkness.

She was sitting on the floor leaning against the neatly piled cargo, beside her Kia peacefully slept tightly wrapped in her oversized cloak.

 

 

Status

 

Iris

Race: Risen {Undead}

Age: 2 months

Title: [Anchor of Undeath]

Classes: [Risen Level 11 ] [ Hoplite Level 10] 

Talents: [Masterful Translator] [Pure Mana Manipulation(awaken)]

HP 850/850

Strength 130

Constitution 126

Dexterity 136

Wisdom 128

Intelligence 128

Charisma 125

MP 1000/1000

 

Combat;

Active Abilities: Mana light, Mana Shockwave, Mana Missile*, Flame, Touch of Decay*, Shackles Off*, Fortitude*, Sparks*.

Passive Abilities: Combat Precognition (F), Regeneration (E), Nightvision, Enhance Vision (A), Enhance Hearing (B), Mental Resilience, Immunity to Magical Domination, Immunity to Magical Charm, 

Physical Resistance (F+), Monster Experience Gain (B), Magical Talent (F+), Mark of Darkness, Anchor.

 

{New attributes detected}

[Mana Missile]* Due to reaching Level 10 in Risen class, you are gifted the Mana Missile spell. A magical missile with no elemental damage.

[Touch of Decay]* Due to reaching Level 10 in Risen class, you are gifted the Touch of Decay spell. Touch spell causing Decay effect to be applied on your target. The damage is affected by your Intelligence. 

(Can't be used on yourself)

[Shackles Off] Due to reaching Level 10 in Hoplite class, you are gifted with Shackles off ability. The ability allows you to free yourself from physical or magical restraints as long your overall level is equal to or higher than your attacker.

[Fortitude] Due to reaching Level 10 in Hoplite Class, you are gifted with Fortitude ability. The ability temporarily increases your mass and Physical Resistance.

[Sparks] Due to reaching Level 20 you were gifted with a random spell/ability assigned to Level 20.

 

Basic;

Abilities: Cooking (Level 5), Survival (Level 5), Maid (Level 6), Fishing (Level 1), Cleaning...

 

 

[Sparks]

 

Iris snaps her fingers which causes orange-red sparks to illuminate the night, granting colour to her dulled surrounds.

"And I thought levelling is always extremely gratifying."

 

  The elf let out a sigh and rested her head against the ship's cargo thinking about the recent event, the restless cloak beside her shifted trying to bury itself deeper into her back.

Iris gently shifted her body causing the sleeping girl's head to rest on her thighs. A quiet purr reached her ears as Kia fell perfectly still.

 

"Still not okay with Moewyicu?" The playful elf said, receiving a loud purr in return. "I see, very insightful." She said, shifting her gaze at the landscape slowly shifting around her.

 

  The voices of newly awaken humans sounded behind Iris's back as the crimson sun shined directly on her. Hudor laughed at something loudly before laughter spread throughout the barge. She placed her hand over Kia's ear trying to muffle the sound. Her thumb traced the edge of the necromancer's ear round earlobe. 

How do people think we are sisters?

 

"Good morning?" Hudor's whisper reached Iris pulling her out of her thoughts.

 

"Hi." The elf answered in the same tone.

 

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"I brought you two breakfast." The merchant said placing two bowls filled with some kind of stew beside her.

 

"Thanks." The sitting elf answered.

 

  The steam coming off the meat stew slowly disappeared before the stew visibly went cold as Iris enjoyed the cold feeling of Kia's skin touching her legs.

 

"Mmmmrrr?" The girl rubbed her eyes as she woke up.

 

"Mmmmrrr?" Iris mimicked the sound made by the barely awake girl.

 

"Iris?" The blue and gold jewels shined at the tall undead.

 

"Goodmorning, had a nice dream?"

 

"Dream? I am not him..." The yawning girl mumbled something under her nose.

 

"Never mind," Risen shook her head. "I have food for you."

 

"Food!" Kia sat up in an instant and her half-closed eyes opened wide at the mention of her favourite word.

 

"We just have to reheat it before eating." She stretched her arm grabbing a bowl laying beside her.

 

  The ever-hungry pale-skinned girl eyed the cold bowl with greedy eyes, she grabbed her bowl and held it in front of her. The partially solidified fat floating on the surface slowly melted back into the stew.

 

"Thank you~." Iris took the bowl from Kia.

 

"Iriiiis!" The undead mage lamented at her fellow undead, her smooth skin wrinkled slightly as a deep frown appeared. "I don't have any."

 

"Here you go." The elf quickly placed the second bowl in Kia's slender hands.

 

"Oh." The frown on the mage's face disappeared.

 

  Iris slowly enjoyed the stew made from earthfruits, some green vegetables and a diced slice of preserved meat giving the stew an overly salty flavour for her taste. 

Kia beside her seemed to enjoy the humble dish a little too much as she ate her portion at half of the speed she used to.

 

*Sniff*

 

  The girl made a sad face as she stared at her empty bowl. Her eyes shifted to the stew still remaining in Iris's hands. 

Kia's eyes diluted slightly as she attempted to sway the elf to share her remaining food with a heart-aching expression, a smile of an inexperienced liar slowly growing on her face.

 

"Fine." Iris gave up her breakfast as she stared at Kia's adorable attempt at a lie. "But you have to say... a word that you say if you want something." She carefully chooses her words, gripping her bowl tightly expecting so kind of shenanigans from Kia.

 

"..." The girl stroked her chin as she thought. "Ehh... I challenge you to a duel to sort out the legitimacy off each other casus belli in... matter of ownership of this delishiness?" Kia slowly spoke in an overly official tone.

 

"Ehh... no," Iris replied after a moment. "I meant, please."

 

"P-l-e-a-s-e" The undead girl tilted her head to the side as she repeated after the elf with the same unpolished voice whenever she spoke Common. "Ooooh, that thing." A face of realisation appeared on her face.

 

"Give me this, please." Her hand opened and closed as she demanded the stew.

 

  The risen motioned the girl to be quiet down. She mentally wrote down another thing on her ever-expanding list to teach to her hopeless saviour.

As they continued to sail red-crowned trees rapidly thinned out from her surroundings land replaced by expansive fields with small cottages amongst them. 

The small silhouette of a ship appeared over the horizon as the barge drifted on the current.

 

"Time to stop slagging boys Firmusa is just over there!" Hudor shouted, his deep voice travelling over the entire vessel. 

 

  The barge suddenly filled with commotion as the crew started to get ready for unloading their cargo off their ship as fast as possible. The silhouette became bigger as they drifted closer. 

Iris searched the horizon for Firmusa, focusing her sharp eyes slightly inland in search of the familiar city. She did not remember much from her last visit. Most of her memories blended together into hazy images of crimson and cold, except for an image of the bleached stone walls standing tall overlooking the confluence of two great rivers.

To the elf's surprise, a long wall joined Firmusa to its once humble port surrounding it on the land completely.

  The bell toll travelled around the port as the barge neared a pier, one of the crew members carrying a rope with him jumped onto the shore and jogged to the pier.

 

"Miss Iris," Hudor said from behind Iris. "Let Aspects guide you." He bid them farewell before stepping off the barge onto the wooden pier.

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