A stone cracks, shooting stone fragments across the room. The deadly tendril fade a moment later.
Abednego lowers his arms and nods respectfully at Mr. Yao.
Mutual respect between vigilantes? Jolly Cooperation!
"Thank you, good sir. Melmoth was clearly both as canny and vengeful."
Leonid winces slightly as he clenches and relaxes his right fist, the light of my purple ray playing over the area of his right arm where the strands touched.
At least the damage it inflicted can be healed. I doubt anyone would be happy if it couldn't. I mean, OL could
probably amputate and regrow the arm with enough desire to fix it, but that's a charge hog...
"Yes, that feels better."
"Good show."
"But I do not understand how the spell got through your construct shield. It did not damage it."
Magic and Lantern Constructs don't play nice with each other. Without special training, at least, and OL hasn't focused on that.
"Construct shield only block tangible objects. It might look like a glowing strand of stuff, but as far as I can tell the light it gives off is a side effect of the passage of the arcane presence. I haven't… Yet worked out how to make my constructs drain magic by default." I shrug. "That's something I can work on while we're here."
Very good idea, and you'll likely have lots of opportunities to try.
Leonid nods, and touches his spell eater with his left hand.
"And this?"
"I never said that spell eaters are a perfect defence. Usually magic users try to power through the draining effect, but a sufficiently skilled one could probably find a way to bypass it. Any protection can be bypassed, though… I'd like Doctor Balewa to study the interaction."
Who knows, maybe OL can provide the data for Sephtian or his teams to improve the next generation model.
Anarawd is standing back, not far enough to appear as if he's trying to escape but far enough that he feels justified in his hope that the defensive spells won't target him.
"You have Sheeda protective amulets? Did Sivana recover them for you?"
...What. Wait, did he just say...
"No, I and an Atlantean magician called Sephtian developed them. Draining a spell tends to make it fall apart and prevents the more complex affects taking effect. And they eat through ongoing effects if the magician isn't continuing to supply them with power. We haven't ever really looked into sophisticated ways to bypass them, because… They're already cutting edge and they're not supposed to be relied upon."
"And you did not design them based on your study of the works of the Sheeda?"
Bitch, please, your people are
not the sum total focus of Human knowledge.
"We developed them months before I had confirmation that the Sheeda even existed." I watch his face carefully. "Hey, is that temporal proof that we survive the Harrowing? The data had to-"
"No."
Heh, that creeping feeling of worry and doubt. Even in
one word, you can feel it.
"-come form somewhere, and your people aren't particularly innovative."
"We may be less creative than the People of Spring, but we are perfectly familiar with spell-crafting. We could simply discover those same principles without your input."
I'm sure your experts could. And you've made a large assumption about the similarity of Spell Eaters to your own counterparts. They
could work very differently at the most basic levels...
"Did you?" Abednego and Mr. Yao begin cautiously surveying the room. Peter is giving Abednego the eye… Because the level of skill he just showed is above what he thought the average Columbian is capable of. That… Could be a problem, but we can probably explain it by the fact that he's a guide to the parts of the continent outside the boundaries of Columbia, and needed to study for his own defence. "Because that sounds like something that would cause the creator's name to be a rather big deal in your history."
Interesting by-play. Is Peter suspicious of Abednego's skill because he might be a secret warlock? Or is it just surprise at the talent displayed? Who's to say Abednego doesn't just have a natural knack for defensive witch-signs?
"I have not studied our history in such detail."
"And I haven't studied avionics but I still know who the Wright brothers are. Still, it's nice to know that I'm such a big part of your culture; the last few time travellers I've met haven't even heard of me."
Heh. Presumably Sheeda schooling skimps on anything the person isn't required to know for their tasks.
"No, that-." His eyes move away from us to stare at nothing. "No"
"And do you have records of how the Sheeda came to be? How you stopped being baseline humans and became this? Was it gradual or did you intentionally remodel yourselves?"
A question some of us have asked. I doubt we'll ever learn the
canon reason...
"That-." He actually backs up a step. "That does not matter. This is who we are."
I.. think I should give him a while to stew on that. I don't want to make him so afraid of what the truth could be that he does something foolish.
Ah, OL. You and your habit of breaking people with naught but words.
"It's interesting to see a time traveller so ignorant of history." I walk over to where Abednego is opening… Some sort of chrysalis? No, it's a living creature in its own right. "Found something interesting?"
"Mayhap."
I assume he's taken the necessary precautions that there aren't hidden traps inside. The joy of a party with multiple Rogues, each specialising in different skill-sets.
It opens easily in response to a witch-sign, revealing a suit of armour like what the Sheeda wore, broken into parts. No, disassembled. This is an armour station.
Mr. Yao looks at Abednego.
"Mister Abednego? Is this significant?"
An intact, unused suit of armour... That's going to be useful for determining weaknesses, a lot moreso than the damaged stuff they've collected so far.
"We have not had a suit of their armour to study prior to now. Arrayed like this, 'twill be easier that the damaged versions in town. Mister Anarawd, is this manner of device that normal way of arraying your armour when not in use?"
"Yes. When not in use. Simply taking it off in the field is…" He spreads his arms slightly. "Unwise."
His armour was pretty wrecked, and I'm not sure that we can learn much from it. But clearly it did its job, given that he's still alive.
Have to wonder how strongly the armour integrates into the wearer. Is it simply wrapped around, or does it burrow into them slightly? Does it connect to their nervous system to improve the agility and responsiveness, and how much feedback does the wearer experience? So many questions...
Four more pods, four more suits of armour. Did Melmoth have accomplices, or did he just keep these spares for himself? For himself and any worthy descendants? Five suits of armour wouldn't be enough to conquer a planet, but perhaps it would be enough to carry out an assassination? Or reverse engineer to produce en masse? As a.. time traveller, I imagine that he was perfectly comfortable with long-term planning.
As long as he doesn't go in for retroactive problem solving via paradox. For instance, need something to get through a particularly tough door? Go back afterwards and place a cutting tool nearby for your past self to find! That sort of thing leads to all manner of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.
"How long would someone like Melmoth live?"
"Dark Melmoth often boasted that killing him was impossible. That a relic of one of the earliest Harrowings sustained him better than mortal blood."
Oh-ho? That's interesting...
"Is that true?"
"He… Survived a great many assassination attempts. Wounds that should have been mortal. Poisons known to be deadly. When a new attack occurred, he was said to make a great display of it. But… This is reputation alone. I was born under the rule of our glorious Queen. I have never seen him."
Huh. Something akin to the Right Eye of Zoltec? It's not the first time we've seen something that could provide that benefit.
"And none of the assassins tried the whole 'fate worse than death' thing? Burying him in a solid block of concrete, that sort of thing?"
"The Queen has decreed something along those lines. I… Would imagine that it was because he was not entirely without supporters, who would see opportunities in defending him or liberating him. Or perhaps he stages the attacks himself, to better demonstrate his power. At this far removed, I could not say."
I wouldn't be surprised if some attacks were staged to build his reputation of invincibility. And with abilities like that, I suspect his opponents would be happiest if he were reduced to
subatomic particles...
Abednego makes a slow circuit of the room, witch-signs faintly glowing as he checks for other traps. Leonid takes a closer look at the armour.
"Should we put it on?"
No. Definitely No. You don't stick
any part of your body into an unknown like that, kid. Not unless you
want to risk it getting bit off or something...
Abednego shakes his head. "I'd not recommend that, not unless your forebears were Sheeda."
"Or perhaps use it as a shield?"
I suspect the pieces are too small to use as any reasonable defence, especially if the torso plating is articulated in any fashion. Unless OL were managing it with construct tendrils. And the armour is known to be
remarkably construct-unfriendly.
"Without the correct invocations, t'would serve you not." His sigils dim. "The room is safe, as far as my magics can tell."
"Let's press on, then. I want to see if I can actually block then next attack."
Looking forwards to improving your skill, eh? No better way than active use.