094 – Crossing Home Plate, On The Road Again

Rox had one last lesson with Master Iver. They reviewed all they had gone over, in cursory manor. Then Master Iver's apprentice showed up with a small box from the Jewelers. Within were eight crystal broad head arrow heads carved to match the metal ones on her arrows. Roxanne had previously explained what she wanted, to make these arrowheads explosive. This based on a dream she previously had.

Master Iver paused, looking up from his stool where he usually sat. “I do not create weapons, Roxanne.”

Rox looked back at the old elf. “You don't have to. I will be doing it. You just need to watch me invest these things with magic, and make sure I do it right. Then I will deal with them.”

Master Iver nodded. “That is what we have been doing. Proceed.”

Rox pulled a piece of note paper from a pocket and put it down. Then she took a piece of chalk, concentrated her energies, and then drew the diagram on her notes on the counter top. Then she placed one of the arrowheads in the center and cast the proper buttressing spell sequence. Then she began the imbuing spell. Rox wanted and cast that: the arrowhead would shatter and explode on impact with a surface and thereby convert their total mass into expanding destructive kinetic energy strong enough to shatter rock and crumble and topple walls; that would expand to about thirty feet in diameter before dissipating according to standard physics; that was all shock wave, with no combustion; this effect would energize when the arrow it was set on had traveled seventy feet above 200 feet per second; and would remain inert until the velocity over distance attached to an arrow requirement had been met; that the sign of the spells potency was a gentle glow from within the crystal.

Rox finished, sweating slightly from her exertion, and looked at the arrowhead. It glowed enough to perceive in the daylight.

Master Iver watched as Roxanne completed the first one. As was his pattern, if he said nothing she had done it correctly. In this case he said nothing.

So Rox continued with the other seven arrow heads. The eight crystal arrow heads soon all glowed in the little wooden box that the jeweler had had constructed to carry them. Rox was as sweaty as after her exercise warm ups.

Master Iver watched as Rox caught her breath from her exertions. “Do you have anything to test that spell with?”

Rox was ready for this. “I found it doing some research just before going home. The book I copied it from said that these were used by your people in several wars. I varied the parameters on a small rock which I threw against another larger one. The larger one was shattered, the smaller one gone.”

Master Iver was pleased. He was not aware of the explicit stories, but knew his peoples' history. He was more pleased to see Roxanne had done her research, could recognize and adjust parameters, and had practiced the spell.

They continued the lesson, with Master Iver quizzing and drilling Roxanne on various spells, the requirements and conditions, and variables.

Last Master Iver had Roxanne duel his Apprentice magically. They blew the blow out panels out of the back half of the building, again. The Apprentice showed himself to be Roxanne's superior in most things. This did not surprise Rox, as he probably had more years of experience and training than she had years of life. She had weeks of training and instruction, and a near two weeks of implanted memories and experience that were still sorting themselves out in her mind. But she could hold her own.

After her last lesson with Master Iver, Rox stopped at Master Eklund's Outfitters and picked up her full costumes. They all bid farewell to Rox, and asked that she bring her children by when she returned with them.

That evening Rox and Steven sorted out everything they had. They let Caspian know they were getting ready, and that they intended to head out the next morning, and to get himself ready.

Sharlot provided a large trunk for them to fill with anything they chose not to carry. Roxanne packed the five daily-wear gowns, and two formals, the slippers, a disassembled gi, and parts of the costumes acquired in Veradale. Rox just lay four of the gowns in, but carefully wrapped the white off-the-shoulder gown in tissue paper, folded it and placed it in the trunk; she did the same to the blue formal. The other gowns she could give or take, these two she liked and wanted to take home if she could. She also put in all the blunt head tips for her arrows from home and their nylon carry bags.

She kept her older tunics and skirts, adding them to the new tunic and tabard set, and the new trousers that fit well and moved in every direction she needed them to without threat of ripping. Like Steven, Rox had a girdle that fit across her belt and hips, connected to her vest and other equipment. She hung her scabbard from the left side, a knife on the right. Her boots fit better than the ones from Veradale, though the weight of the grieves took some breaking in and getting used to. Her hand guards and elbow pads were put aside with her bow and staff. As were Roxanne's cloak and cape set and bedroll.

Steven noticed that she continued to wear her spandex as underwear, top and bottom, having brought some unmarked tops back from Terra to change out for her older ones. Also she wore and packed her elf-thongs, tucking the unused ones into one of the pouches of the one she wore under her spandex shorts.

Steven packed away his great coat, his older trousers, the sword he purchased and its scabbard and belt, the older cloak he purchased, the formal from Veradale, the formal from here that had hung in the closet after being worn and washed once, his old pair of boots, his old pack and vest, his watch he had not thought to leave home on their brief trip, and the other odds and ends in the box that were replaced by the elves.

Everything else was packed for travel.

During their time here, they had spent some time seeing to their two pack mules and the horses they had brought. The elves did not even broach the subject of replacing any of this gear, or replenishing the food stuffs. Caspian did not pay a lot of attention to the animals, considering them to be living equipment useful for getting the job done, then handing off to someone else in good condition. Steven and Rox did not have much experience with large animal care, but did their best. They did not try to develop any close relationship to the animals, knowing that they were not keeping them. The elves in the stables took good care of the animals and saw to their health and rest.

Finally the morning came they were all ready to go. They had spent just over two weeks here total, gotten rested, re-outfitted, and a clear understanding of what all was at stake. The day after getting the last of their gear and then packing what was going to be left behind they cleaned up their suite, carried their chest to the front desk, and checked out. They left the chest for Sharlot to collect. Caspian joined them and they went to the stables.

They saddled the horses and put them aside as they turned to the mules. These were harnessed and the pack saddles loaded. This gear was still in good shape and order, none of it needing care or replacement. After tightening the saddles, each led their animals out of the stable, and mounted. Returning to their previous marching order Steven led one of the mules, Rox the other. Caspian led them directly out of the city bypassing the food markets, and dismounted by the stone disk he had not bothered to pick up or return. Caspian was gratified to see it was unmoved. Steven and Rox pulled up and looked at him as he turned his horse around and dismounted.

Caspian held his staff in one hand, his reigns in the other. Cyrril swooped in and landed on his shoulder. “We will resupply at our next stop. In days past you asked why I did not just teleport us after your kids. Now, we are prepared for me to do that. But the animals will not like it, so we need to line them up, putting the calmest ones out side the others. Then I can teleport us to a place I know that is much closer to where your kids are.”

Steven and Rox dismounted. Her mount then the mule she led were lined up, then Caspian’s mount, being the most headstrong and least social was put in the middle. Steven’s mount, then the mule he led were put on the other side. Rox held her leads, and Caspian’s. Steven held his.

Caspian continued his warning and instruction. “You know how you feel when you land. Keep a hold of these animals, they will feel worse. The target I have in mind should be near water. Krogg does not maintain Way Stations the way they do here in the north. By the way, I really don’t like doing this with large animals, because they don’t like it.” Caspian finished his spiel as the Caplan’s took firm hold and patiently waited

Caspian had them turn around and stand to either side of him, across the circle from the horses. He then started the teleport spell. But he took a longer process to do so, accounting for the animals and their burdens. Also instead of using the compression and carrying of whatever was touching his staff, he was having to use a touch-the-object-magically method. Slowly he constructed the spell from memory, and set it working. He felt it start with him and quickly gather up Cyrril, then clockwise it went to Steven, the first mule, Steven’s mount, Caspian’s own mount, the second mule, Roxanne's mount then Roxanne and back to close the circle. With all the participants marked, the spell then reached out to the target destination, and drew enough mana to freeze the cargo, then disassemble it, and transport it across the distance.

Rox and Steven both felt the energy of the spell wash over them, then after a moment, they felt a cold lightening hit them, and the world flashed the black one sees when hit in the head hard.

The elves standing at the gate watched as the party stood, then flashed white and vanished. The ground they had been standing on and for a bit around now looked wilted and like it did in late fall, rather than the summer green that the rest around looked.