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Butcher of Gadobhra Chapter 434
🕑 Added 2024-09-30 03:27:14 +0000 UTCThe Fairy lights that illuminated Sedgewick were glowing bright, illuminating the town. Some of the regular residents looked out their windows to see the Baron's Workers running everywhere, hauling wagons and barrels. While it wasn't unheard of to find them working late into the night, this was excessive. Some of the people simply drew the heavy drapes to block the light and went back to bed. Others, more attuned to what such chaos might mean got up and looked for how they could assist the Workers, or share in the profit.
The Banker woke to find his wife who was already dressed for battle and had cooked a large breakfast with strong black coffee. He ate quickly while she kept watch out the window. "Early hours?"
He smiled at her, and said, "Indeed. If the town is awake and busy, they may have need of our services." He was delighted to eat her breakfast first, of course. He was still surprised to wake up and find himself happily married to such a competent and beautiful wife and was eternally thankful to his Mother for seeing Helga for the valuable asset that she was.
At the home of the local alchemists and tailor, everyone was working and hadn't stopped since Benjamin had brought word to them. Aleister and Zephyr were mixing full barrels of basic Health, Stamina, and Mana potions using the mass brewing techniques Suzette had discovered. Each barrel took pounds of ingredients and thousands of mana, but there were a dozen Contract Workers helping them. An enlarged version of Aleister's smaller apparatus took up half of his expanded laboratory. Suzette had allocated Building Points to him months ago to enlarge his home and create enough room to teach Alchemy classes to those workers who could learn the skills.
Any of the Brewers could manage the basic potions. Clyde and Althea, the leatherworkers couldn't, but while learning from the Alchemist they had come up with some interesting recipes for magical waxes and oils for curing their leather products. The new cantrips became available to people in the third tier with Enhancement Points to spend. A Stoneworker named Barnoff had unlocked a more potent quicklime recipe that led to a hardened mortar they used in the construction of Rowan Keep. Suzette kept track of the new cantrips and urged other workers to learn them.
Now, all of those people were helping with the production of the needed potions. A huge copper cauldron sat above a fire, held by two uprights that would allow it to pivot and pour. Instead of pinches, whole heaps of herbs and powders were added along with pure spring water from the village well. As the cauldron heated, the Workers added the huge amount of mana needed until the potions activated. Betty used one of her cooking cantrips to cool the boiling mixture to room temperature and the fifty gallons of potion were poured into the barrel and sealed tightly. One by one a dozen barrels of each type of potion were loaded into wagons, carefully tied down with layers of hay to keep them from accidentally bumping against each other.
Meanwhile, Adrianna was converting leather and furs harvested from the animals in the Beastwoods into heavy hooded coats that would cover a person from head to knees. She had a dozen women from the hamlets assisting her, each one a competent seamstress after working with Adrianna for several months. The former peasants had arrived in Sedgewick clothed in rags with only the clothes on their backs. Now, every person had access to several sets of clothing. Roderick Kalvek had brought in wagonloads of cloth each month along with wool, yarn, dyes, needles, and thread.
Chainey was hard at work in the smokehouse. Whole wagonloads of wood were being pushed into the Smokehouse and burned in the roaring fire pit. The Smoke swirled around the carcasses hanging from the ceiling as Chainey finished smoking every bit of meat in a night. He chains loaded the smoked sedgebeast into the wagons that had brought the wood and ejected them outside, to be taken to Runt's butchershop where he and several apprentice Butchers stripped the meat and packed it into barrels. The wagonloads of barrels went back to the Smokehouse and parked beside it where Ozzy worked to infuse Smoke and heat into each barrel to continue the curing process.
Another wagon, filled with an assortment of barrels and jugs was parked behind the Smokehouse. Makken, in full protective gear, was carefully opening the containers one at a time and mixing the contents with concentrated pepper juice before putting the volatile mixture into large clay pots. It was grueling and dangerous work, made doubly dangerous by Old Joe as he picked each one up, pouring Heat into it.
"You know, a more polite fellow would leave off doing that part until the folks who aren't fireproof have had a chance to depart the scene. Bad enough that I'm sinning against the gods seven different ways, but at least they won't put me in the flames until I die!"
Joe rolled his eyes at the nervous dwarf, "Oh, quit yer bitching. What I'm doing isn't anywhere near as bad as that liquid death you added to the mix. And from the bragging I've heard from the local dwarf population, your race is tough enough to survive most anything. Don't blame me for being curious about what it would take to burn through that fancy suit of yours."
"Well, maybe so. We are a hearty race. And at least this isn't the worst stuff they pulled out of that old distillery they found."
Elsewhere, Rolly was pulling a wagon with twelve barrels of 'The Worst Stuff' through his meadows with Suzette following along. She noticed that none of the animals were coming anywhere near them. A good indication of the potency of what was in the barrels and the intelligence of the local animals. She noticed other things that had changed.
"Rolly, are your calves getting bigger? And why does that one have a head like a lizard?"
"The answers are 'Yes' and 'I wanted to mention that to you, but got busy.' All of the newborns are getting bigger and tougher, and you'll see the answer to the other question in a few moments." The forest parted in front of him, and in a few minutes, the Barmaid, Shepherd, and wagon full of barrels disappeared into a small cave and disappeared.
Entering her Realm gave Suzette mixed feelings. She'd ignored it at first, desperate to get back to what counted as normal in Sedgewick, but she knew she couldn't ignore it. That was a good way to create bigger problems. As soon as she was past the gate and within the Realm she had inherited from the Duchess the swirling Silver and Poisoned magic of the pocket dimension welcomed her back and her mana, depleted from brewing potions, refilled immediately. Her form shifted to that of a tall, pale, High Fae and she was encased in a full set of enchanted Silver armor. Rolly had seen this before, but the change was sudden and intense.
"Wowza! That was a quick change. It takes me a lot longer to armor up, and that's with Squirmie helping me to do it."
Suzette looked at her arm and hand, encased in the gleaming armor decorated with thorns. It felt like a second skin. She'd known that within her realm she would be more powerful, but experiencing it was far different. Here, this was who she was, and the Barmaid was the disguise. She shook off the feeling and looked around.
"What the hell?! Where did all the damned Sedgebeasts come from?" Hundreds of the creatures were now in her realm and while some of them were dying from the poisons here, the bulk of the herd was happily eating the vegetation and digesting it. She could feel them becoming hers. Thousands of bleached skeletons attested to how many generations of the fast-breeding cattle had died here before they grew resistant enough to survive.
"Well, from talking to some of them on the other side, a few of them went to get a drink out of the stream and got curious about what was through the gate. They wandered in and have been breeding, living, and dying since then. Sedge grass seeds were in their maneuver and the plants took hold. It was designed by the Druids to absorb the Dark Mana that Gadobhra spits out, but it doesn't seem picky about grabbing the poison in the ground and absorbing that. I've been keeping watch on them and trying to keep these critters from going back. Ozzy's smokehouse gets rid of the poisonous taste of normal sedge beast, but I'm not sure how it would handle these. With all the new growth outside, I even brought in another couple of herds. At this rate, we can clean up at least part of this place. Cheaper than unicorns, and a lot less drama."
Suzette could feel the difference. The Realm had natural connections to Poison and Silver magic, or had been constructed that way? She'd read in the library that some Fae Realms were constructed by their owners. But the Duchess had chosen to concentrate poison in her realm. Suzette didn't want to follow in her footsteps. She looked at the herds and as she accepted that they were helping, they moved a little closer to being hers. Then she saw the dozen that had claws, scales, and familiar-looking mutations. "Oh no, they ate all the Dire Beasts and mutated?"
She reached out and could feel the small herds of the reptiles not far away.
Rolly scratched his head, "Some, for sure. They fought and killed each other, but those are actually crossbreed. Some aspects of the fertility magic the Druids used. The mama sedgebeasts are having calves by the Papa Dire Beasts, and the other way around. Except those crossbreeds hatch from eggs. Biology is strange in Genesis and totally bonkers when you start mixing up Fae and Druid magic. Fun stuff though.
Suzette smiled at that. "Sure, let's go with fun. And before we get sidetracked more, let's drag this wagon over to that little pond. It has what I think I need. The pond in question was fed by a stream and about four acres in size. Silverthorn vines grew in places on the banks, and a few wary Rippy Fish we in the center. The fish had been sadly disappointed to find out that not only did the sedge beasts taste horrible, but they tasted great to the sedge beasts. Only a few fish that learned from the mistakes of others survived. Suzette sent them calming thoughts and told them to stay clear of Rolly, mentioning that he too ate anything.
Rolly unloaded the barrels and set them in the water near the Silverthorne and then stepped back. He was curious, but he had a sleeping bug wrapped up and in his backpack to think about. Squirmie had said that this upgrade and metamorphosis would be her most complex ever.
As Rolly watched, the green-tinged water began to clear. Suzette moved from barrel to barrel until she'd touched all twelve. They glowed slightly to Rolly's eyes. These containers had come from the distillery they had found beneath Sedgewick. These older barrels that had sat there for untold years were hopelessly contaminated with poison and filled with deadly sludge. They'd been used to drain off whatever was left in the large vats before the old Poisonworks was cleaned, converted, and used to produce Blud Dark. The barrels of poisonous sludge had been sealed away, but not forgotten.
"You cleared all the poison from the lake?" Rolly could see all the way to the bottom where the nervous fish darted back and forth.
"For now. Poison will leach back into it, but it's easy to pull the poisonous mana from the water. The stuff in the barrels accepted the mana easily. I'm a little scared by how potent the stuff is. I've reinforced the barrel hoops with Silverthorn rings. I don't want those bursting apart until the right moment."
"Is there ever a right moment for using Poison Infused Sludge Bombs?"
"A point. Ok, make sure they don't break until the wrong moment. I'm sure it will be wrong from someone's standpoint."
"Well, they said to get creative."
Comments
Nik
“Sedge grass seeds were in their maneuver” I think the seeds were probably in their manure? Exciting to see Suzette in her realm! Even if just for a short while.
Oskatat
"If it's a lively night in Sedgewick, trouble is brewing" It's going to be a new proverb
Michael Masters
Yeah got a e-mail for 435 thank you !
Kellen Clifford
Anyone else unable to interact with the new chapters?
Michael Masters
why is this not showing up in notifications ? found it in collections
Corwin Amber
thanks for the chapter 'He chains loaded' He -> The 'disappeared into a small cave and disappeared' <- first disappeared probably should be a synonym/something else. It sounds awkward this way.
Engineer4God
Tank oo fur da chap!
Heather White
Seeing how well they work together & the network/resources/strategies they’ve developed as an extended community feels so wholesome. Even when they’re making poison bombs.
Heather White
I’m also not getting notifications anymore. Don’t know about you guys, but I’m at the $5 tier. That means that chapters are now getting posted a few days before they actually get unlocked for me. I assume that notifications are going out when a chapter initially gets posted but not when it gets unlocked for the lower tier days later. Unless that’s a setting that can be changed, we might not get notifications anymore & just have to check back regularly. It sucks, but Patreon’s system can be very lacking.
Urgos
Yes same with me ever since the change to benefits notice i haven;t received any notifications
Kellen Clifford
Really enjoyed the day to day business of the barony theme
Kellen Clifford
Same for me
Matthew Dauber
For some reason notifications aren't working when chapters get posted, could be a me issue tho
Heather White
So satisfying seeing it all come together. Can we just all look back at chapter 1 and see how freaking far these people have come?! I mean, seriously. Vern & the board & other corps put so much strategizing into keeping the plebes down, & these guys have creatively massacred those plans. The community! The strength! The Chainey!
MadRat
Thx for the chappie 👍👏👏
Kensai
I’m thinking that it will be worse than imagined. Taking barrels of “liquid” into the heart of Winter will make the sludge bombs a bit deadlier with shrapnel from frozen sludge along with whatever is too nasty to freeze. EDIT: I took a page from your first battle of Sedgewick with the unintended consequences of adding fire to a hydrogen rich atmosphere from Acid Rain affecting metal armor. Unintended consequences can be the BEST consequences.
Felix H.
You know, when sedgewick gets creative, you almost feel pity for the poor winter mages....
NameGame
There are some awful poison infused sludge bomb jokes that I'm going to tell to myself in the privacy of my bathroom later. Thanks for the chapter.
Jeremy Young
Thanks for the chapter!
