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Wearing Power Armor to a Magic School (120/?)
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 16:53:57 +0000 UTC[Author's Note: I'm back from my exam! I hope this chapter is alright haha! :D]
Nexus. The Crown Herald Town of Elaseer. Ambassadorial District. En route to the Adventurer’s Guild Hall of Elaseer. Local Time: 1752 Hours.
Emma
“Ilunor?” I turned towards the Vunerian, my two hands filled to the brim with thick paper bags stuffed to the brim with useless knick knacks, a hundred and one cufflinks, and just about as many more snacks and tasty treats.
“Yes, earthrealmer?” The man craned his head back, one hand holding a one-thousand layer puff pastry baked over top of a stick, drizzled in what was boldly advertised as a syrup containing a hundred unique forms of crown-grade honey.
“We’re burning daylight here.” I chided, pointing at the rapidly setting… ‘sun’, and the growing darkness around us. “You’ve done nothing for the past thirty minutes but to delay us by going on your silly little sidequests around town.” I doubled down, only for the Vunerian to narrow his eyes, deploying a privacy screen in the process.
Following which, did he stop to kick me on the suit’s ‘ankles’.
“Have you learned nothing from our conversations, Cadet Emma Booker?” He tsked.
I, however, opted to choose the silent treatment on the invisible dialogue tree.
“THEATRE, Cadet Emma Booker! THEATRE! The princess has made it clear has she not? That these… nightly outings, are more often than not, thinly-veiled excuses made for the sake of attaining a reprieve from the Academy?”
I cocked my head almost immediately at that response. “So… you’re just building up plausible deniability?”
“Correct, earthrealmer!” Ilunor beamed. “It is an open secret that most ‘night pass’ requests are mere fabricated contrivances. Thus, if anyone wishes to delve even slightly beneath the surface of our little outing, they will find patterns of behavior in congruence with what is expected of such falsehoods. Otherwise, they will find the lack of any petty ulterior motives to be suspicious!”
“Prompting skepticism in our activities to grow, hinting to a more serious ulterior motive to our outing. Perhaps even sparking more scrutiny on our actions on this night.” Thacea reluctantly corroborated, prompting Ilunor to beam bright with self assured victory.
“Only in the Nexus would acting with decency and honesty be met with more scrutiny than the bold-faced acceptance of open lies and deceits.” Thalmin commented with a growl, capping off our little impromptu shopping trip into town, just as we arrived at our destination.
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Nexus. The Crown Herald Town of Elaseer. Ambassadorial District. Adventurer’s Guild Hall of Elaseer. Local Time: 1759 Hours.
Emma
I hadn’t at all expected to see Sym the moment I walked through those double doors.
If anything — and if Aunty Ran was to be believed — this perhaps was fate in the making.
However no sooner did we exchange our first words did a polite and cordial elf arrive to greet us.
A woman wearing what I could only describe as a fantasy renaissance take on ‘business formal’. With a long flowy skirt, coupled with a tunic with a puffy collar set beneath a beige-orange open-buttoned coat.
Though only about half of her receptionist vibes came through from her attire. The other half? Was all in the way she carried herself, as she smiled and addressed us in a way only a seasoned front desk receptionist could.
“Good evening my lords and ladies.” She bowed deeply. “Might I be bold to assume that you are here for your appointment?”
She kept things vague enough to not garner more eyes and ears than was necessary.
Yet specific enough that it was clear she was firmly in-the-know.
We definitely missed this lady on our first pass-through of the guild. I thought to myself.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Excellent.” The elf responded with that perpetually cordial smile. “I will relay your arrival to Master Piamon, and if you so wish, you may follow me to the upstairs reception area.”
I glanced over to Sym and the gang, my eyes narrowing at their… disheveled state.
“Erm, I don’t suppose that they arrived just now too?”
This question prompted the elf to raise a brow. “Yes my lady.” She replied. “Though, if you are worried for their physical well-being, then you need not be concerned. They are in healthy enough condition to deliver a detailed report on the subject of your inquest.”
“Oh, erm. Actually I should’ve asked about that first.” I mumbled out, rubbing the back of my head in the process, before turning to the adventuring party. “Are you guys… alright?”
“Things are, as The Receptionist has pointed out, my lady.” Sym replied instantly, raising an arm to prevent the bat-like Thulvahn from responding first.
“Well… I’m assuming you’ve been through a lot, still.” I added, my eyes running up and down their disheveled, muddy, soot and ash covered forms. “I wouldn’t be opposed to you guys taking like half an hour to get ready for the meeting.”
This offer… clearly took both Sym and his troupe, along with the receptionist by surprise.
However, all were more than willing to accept this offer, as the man simply gave me a deep bow, before walking off and into some back corridors.
Presumably to some in-house dorms.
“In any case, we will be more than happy to accommodate your wait up in the noble’s reception room, my lady.” The receptionist continued on seamlessly, as several vintage-looking baggage trolleys were quickly pushed our way.
My eyes, however, quickly locked onto the kids behind those trolleys, as two of them were immediately identified by the EVI.
[N04 Garna]
[N05 Loris]
The pair looked… ragged and exhausted, sweat pouring down both of their foreheads and onto their stained tunics, probably as a result of having to haul Sym’s gear and supplies prior to our arrival.
The pair tried their best to appear as polite and cordial as possible though. However, in spite of their best efforts, there was one thing they couldn’t hide.
Gurgle…
The hunger welling within.
The pair did what they could to begin shoveling Ilunor’s overpriced purchases onto the trolley.
However, no sooner after they finished doing so did I grab a few of those bags, handing two to both the satyr and kobold respectively.
“Here.” I offered with a smile. “You look and sound famished.”
The pair, in shock, turned to one another with wide eyes.
“Oh, erm. We…” Both of them stammered out, though it was Garna who finally won out in the end.
“Our dinner comes after the senior and junior level adventurers, my lady.” He explained sheepishly, pointing to the west wing’s dining hall that was beginning to fill up with the adventurers in question.
“Oh, so it’s like a seniority type thing?”
“Yes my lady. The guild master eats first, then the senior adventures, and then so on and so forth.”
I cocked my head at that, as a disturbing thought cropped up as a result. “Please tell me you’re not given the leftovers from the dining hall.”
“Not here, my lady.” Loris responded this time around. “Though lesser halls have been known to practice that given their limited—”
The elf suddenly paused at the behest of the receptionist who’d silenced her with just one stern look.
“In any case, are you certain you wish to gift—”
“Yes.” I interjected, cutting the receptionist off. “And here—” I reached over, grabbing yet another one of Ilunor’s many treat bags. “—take this as well. Share it amongst the rest of the trainees.”
A myriad of expressions formed following this.
With an incredulous one from Ilunor, a cordially neutral one from the receptionist, and the one which won my heart — the two bright and beaming faces of the adventurers in training.
“Thank you my lady!” They beamed out.
“Oh, don’t thank me, thank Lord Rularia here for his charity.” I gestured towards the Vunerian, who simply turned his snout up at the whole affair. “Credit and gold where it’s due, after all.”
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Nexus. The Crown Herald Town of Elaseer. Ambassadorial District. Adventurer’s Guild Hall of Elaseer. Guild Master’s Office. Local Time: 1835 Hours.
Emma
The slime’s room was noticeably the same, save for what I could only describe as a buffet table nestled haphazardly at a formerly empty corner.
Apparently, it was customary to offer both adventurer and quest-giver alike dining options should the meeting take place during mealtime.
And it was clear that everyone was taking advantage of this, save for of course, me.
Both parties currently sat opposite of each other, on the two couches in front of Piamon’s desk, with the coffee table in between it used as a sort of ‘middle ground’ stacked high with selections from the buffet table.
Though, much to Ilunor’s chagrin, there seemed to be a distinct lack of tableside service.
“Thank you all for your punctuality.” Piamon began, choosing to remain in his slime form this time around. “This meeting is to conclude the matter of the quest contract issued by one Cadet Emma Booker, to the adventuring party officially registered as Sym’s Troubleshooters. Given the quest’s unique nature, I will act as both arbitrator and primary witness to this conversation. So please, feel free to begin.” The man spoke politely, and in a surprisingly succinct manner for a Nexian noble.
“Thank you, Guild Master.” Sym bowed deeply from his side of the couch, his eyes landing on my visor. “To begin, I acknowledge that all terms issued within the contract have been fulfilled.” Sym began, prompting the guild master to generate a slime tendril, which he used to begin jotting down notes on the contract in question. “Moreover, I would like to note that we managed to fulfil the contract’s obligations not only within the allotted time, but likewise earlier than demanded. This grants us the bonus in accordance with the additional terms laid out verbally.”
“Does the quest issuer wish to comment, argue, or clarify on any of these points before continuing?” Piamon chimed in.
“No, a deal’s a deal. The base pay plus bonus are still on the table, provided of course, full details of the dragon’s location are shown to us.” I replied firmly.
“Understood.” Piamon nodded, gesturing for Sym to continue.
At which point, did he reach for a satchel, revealing a rolled up piece of paper, and several other artifacts I wasn’t at all expecting.
Some of which… were caked in both soot and dried-up blood.
The table in front of us was quickly cleared of food, though after some back and forths with a frustrated Vunerian, who compromised on having just one tray of treats on the couch’s side table.
Following this, the piece of rolled up parchment was promptly unfurled, taking up much of the table’s surface area. Though thankfully, this wouldn’t be a problem, as Piamon casually extended its length through a small display of magic.
What appeared in front of us now was… strangely… a completely blank, though admittedly large, piece of parchment.
Though all of this was quickly about to change.
“Let’s get straight to the point.” Sym began, taking a knife and casually pricking himself on his pinky finger. After drawing a small pool of blood, he began smearing it at one of the parchment’s far ends, causing the whole thing to begin… stirring.
“Do you happen to have the ink I sent you, Cadet Emma Booker?” Piamon asked suddenly, prompting me to nod as I grabbed one of the vials the slime had sent along with the note.
Following its uncorking, the man simply… poured the vial onto the paper directly, causing the whole thing to begin changing.
Slowly, but surely, lines and map markers were drawn up. As a grid-like coordinate criss-crossed the entirety of the parchment, followed by the sketchmarks of terrain, landmasses, and important natural geographical features such as forests, lakes, rivers, and mountains. The entire map had this… almost sketchy aesthetic to it, as if it was drawn by hand by an admittedly skilled cartographer. After the roads, towns, and other such important man-made features were filled in, did the aesthetics become more refined. Sketchmarks were replaced by clean lines, and splotches of shaded-in greyscale were replaced by a rich sepia tone.
It all felt like we were watching one of those speedpaint montages.
Though it took a solid five minutes before the whole map was finally ‘complete’.
At which point, did it take me barely any time at all to realize what we were looking at.
This… was a map of the entirety of Transgracia and its surrounding neighbors.
A fact the EVI could corroborate, given Professor Articord’s timely introduction to the Nexus’ political map just yesterday.
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One Day Prior
Professor Articord’s Class
“To ensure we finish the class in a timely fashion, I will no longer be taking class participation. So listen carefully, or you will surely be unable to complete this week’s homework.” The fox-like professor continued, as she pointed at both the blackboard and the growing magical ‘hologram’ in front of her.
“This, as all of you should already know, is the Nexus.”
The Nexus’ signature flat disc was both drawn behind the professor, and projected in front of her.
The blackboard displayed the disc as seen from above. Whilst the hologram in front of her displayed it from its ‘side’, displaying the various ‘layers seen within its form.
“Or at least, the physical extent of the Nexus. Everything within this mortal coil, everything we can touch, feel, see, hear, taste, and so on and so forth. Astral projection, and the various layers that come with it, is a matter for second-years.”
“However, given that this is a history and politics class, I will refrain from making grand sweeping discussions on the nature of the Nexus. Rather, I will focus on providing you what you need to know about its political organization in the contemporary era.” The professor quickly pointed to the blackboard, the hologram quickly disappearing, in lieu of the rapidly moving chalk pieces that now divided the Nexus into four distinct zones; resembling something of a dartboard-like pattern.
With a near-perfect circle at its very center, and three concentric rings emanating from it. Complete with what appeared to be finer divisions within the rings and circles, creating a sort of border-gore that strategy gamers would probably blush at.
“At the center of the civilized world, we have the Crownlands.” The professor quickly swung her scepter at the blackboard, coloring in the nearly perfect circle at the center of the disk. “Home to His Eternal Majesty, the Privy Council, the Royal Palace, the Royal Estates, the Royal Cities, His Eternal Majesty’s Royal Mandates, and the vast swaths of Royal Domains, Wards, Demesnes, and Provinces. The Crownlands was once the entirety of the known civilized world prior to the start of the Eternal Era.”
Both Ping and Qiv raised their hands at that, but were equally shot down by the professor.
“The topic of the Eternal Era, and the war which preceded it, will be discussed on a later date.”
This prompted both to lower their hands, as the professor moved on.
“Now, the war in question, the War against the Heavens, marked the beginning of the First Expansion. As lands that had formerly been beyond the extent of the known civilized world—” The professor paused, pulling out her scepter towards the first concentric ring drawn around the Crownlands. “—were incorporated officially into the Eternal Regime under His Eternal Light. This region, which we now call the Midlands, was once known as the ‘Outerlands’ prior to the beginning of the Eternal Era. A territory steeped in rich and ancient lore, it once hosted a great many evils; pawns to the gods who preyed on mortalkind. Nowadays however? You’d be hard-pressed to find any signs of this once wretched past.”
The first concentric ring was promptly colored in after that explanation, before the professor moved on, her scepter now hovering over the second concentric ring that surrounded the Midlands.
“Though as time progressed, and as the Nexus grew outwards, so too did the Midlands grow far beyond its original extent. This forced a rethink, and a shift in administration, culminating in His Eternal Majesty’s brilliant Third Compromise — the establishment of a new Outerlands.”
The territory in question was now promptly colored in, though interestingly, a small circle within it was highlighted as if to emphasize her next point.
“This is where you find such places as the Transgracian Academy, and its host kingdom, the eponymous Transgracia. The region, unlike that of the Outer Regions prior to its designation as the Midlands, has little story to tell, owing to its relative age. There was no good nor evil here, no old divine mandates or lingering corruption. Indeed, it was land ripe for the taking, which was quite a relief for the bickering and contentious powers of the Midland nobility. The expansion to the Outlands proved to be a stabilizing endeavor, brought about by His Eternal Majesty’s infinite wisdom, as it provided new lands by which ambitious nobles could stake their own claims; bringing his Eternal Light forth without the risk of coming into conflict with their pre-existing neighbors.”
The professor explained, before moving her scepter back even further, highlighting an area of undulating borders beyond the Outlands. “Finally, we have the unstable and still-forming regions known as the Farlands. There is little to say on this as it remains politically irrelevant. Thus, let us continue with the history of…”
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My eyes were locked onto the map of what I clearly recognized was the ‘middle left hand corner’ of the Nexus’ discworld. Right around the ‘nine-o-clock’ mark, smack dab in the middle of the ‘Outlands’ ring.
That’s where we were.
Indeed, the map was much more detailed than Articord’s generalized depiction of the world, as it detailed not just the Academy and the town of Elaseer, but likewise the entirety of the road networks that connected it to tens, and hundreds more towns within this small chunk of an even greater, wider region.
It looked… and felt… massive.
Indeed, the more the whole region felt impossibly big, especially in comparison to the sheer scale of the Outlands.
Because Transgracia, was ultimately, a ‘grand kingdom with even grander prospects, all owing to its policy and wisdom, but not its size’. I took this as a descriptor of the relatively unimpressive territorial extent of Transgracia, but only now was I seeing what that actually entailed, and what those implications were for the total size of not just other kingdoms in the Outlands, but the Outlands as a whole.
However, I didn’t allow my mind to wander too much this time around, as I honed in on Sym’s annotations, detailing the path he took to where the dragon was currently holed up at.
With a swift motion from what appeared to be a set of callipers, the man began drawing and annotating similarly magical brush strokes onto the dynamic map.
The whole thing… looked and felt like e-ink.
“The amethyst dragon’s lair is here.” Sym stated plainly, highlighting a forest way, way north-east from Elaseer. “The North Rythian Forests, a relatively young forest with little development near or around it, let alone through it.” The man sighed. “It took us about a day’s trekking on enchanted golem steeds and monotreaders to get there. Though it should be noted that we did use the transportium network to connect us to the nearest town to the forests here—” The man paused, highlighting a town a good ways away from Elaseer to the far north. “—the town of Telaseer. Without the transportium? It would’ve taken us a solid three to four days trek, perhaps even a week in rough conditions. However, from Telaseer, it should take you about a full day to get to the forest.”
“Aren’t the transportium networks only reserved for like, nobility or those with royal charters and warrants and whatnot?” I countered, recalling what Lord Lartia told me.
“Aye, though it perhaps is a bit less stringent than you may think. You don’t always need a Crown Warrant. Sometimes, just being a ‘regular old’ Nexian noble is fine and dandy for the odd jaunt or lazy stroll or what-have-you. Typically, most areas of the transportium are free reign for those of the Landed and Entrusted nobility, though there are certain areas that require explicit warrants from the Crown to access. For the most part however, the Outlands lack any of those sensitive areas.” The man explained, prompting me to cock my head in response.
“I’m assuming though since you’re not a Landed or Entrusted noble, that you hold a warrant?”
“Aye, of sorts. We’re Crown-Registered adventurers, see?” Sym spoke, twirling his fingers for the dramatic Thulvahn to pull out what appeared to be a rolled up document with an official looking seal on it. Unfurling it, a picture-perfect portrait of all four adventures were presented front and center, complete with personal details such as age, race, appearance, as well as their adventurer rank and title.
All four present even did a little dumb grin to match the grins present on their official registration, garnering a little snicker from my end.
“I apologize for not clarifying earlier, my lady.” The man dipped his head down in a show of apologetics prompting me to quickly defuse the situation by flailing my hands in front of me. “But Crown-Registered adventurers hold something of a similar privilege, by virtue of our professions, in the free-rein use of transportiums, within reason.”
“No need to apologize, Sym. I was just curious.”
I nodded, as the man promptly continued on from there.
We refocused our attention on the map, now honing in on the local area where the dragon was. “In any case, the dragon resides here.” The man pointed his callipers at the smack-dab center of the forest. “You can’t see it from this official map, but beneath the dense canopy lies a large rocky hill with a cave nestled next to a small stream. There exists no roads or paths that lead towards it, so we charted our own, and got within three hundred or so paces from it.” More annotations were made on the map, first around the dragon’s cave, then towards a path highlighting the most navigable route from the closest dirt road. “It is about a thousand paces from the nearest dirt trail.” He clarified.
More annotations were drawn, now highlighting the aforementioned dirt trail, and a series of meandering dirt paths that zig-zagged their way through and then finally out of the forest in question.
“Getting to the forest itself is no issue. But navigating your way through the forest becomes a bit tricky.”
The man took a moment to compose himself, his features shifting to something far less casual, or even professional, framing his next words as more of a warning than anything. “I must be clear about something, my lady. I say this with no judgement nor doubt over your capacity or character, but as a man who wishes to fulfil my duties to the best of my abilities.” He began, as he gestured towards one of the clauses in the contract. “As this is a scouting mission, it is within my services to inform you not only of the location of this beast, but the dangers it and the surrounding environment poses.”
He took another deep breath. “Considering your armor, I doubt I need to warn you of the dangers posed by the spores of the forest’s mushrooms, or any other environmental danger besides the threat of quicksand and mud pits. Of which this forest has none of, considering its rather temperate climate.” He gestured towards the map, highlighting some areas annotated with rather toony drawings of mushrooms. “However, it is the dragon I wish to warn you of. Because the manner in which we secured the dragon’s location so quickly, was through the inadvertent sacrifice of others that came before us.”
The man finally grabbed hold of the scorched equipment from earlier, laying it out on the table, along with a surprisingly pristine cylindrical tube.
Without wasting time, the dwarf popped the cap open to reveal the contents within.
“A royal warrant.” Ilunor observed in between sips of tea. “One issued for the capture of the dragon, no doubt?”
“Aye, my lord.” The man nodded, bowing deeply towards the deluxe kobold. “We discovered a literal trail of failed missions. Men at arms, arriving by the caravan. Yet none of them made it past the threshold of the dirt roads. It was only because we decided to leave our conveyances that we were able to ‘slip past’ the dragon’s sight.”
“And even so, it wasn’t long before it saw us, and chased us outta there.” ThulVahn quickly added, a shiver of fear coloring his voice.
“Hence the scorch marks and such no doubt?” I offered, garnering a nod from all four.
“We were only able to make it out of there because of the dragon’s… mercy.” Sym postulated. “I assume it is not indiscriminate in its hostilities. For it attacked caravans and formations of men at arms with great prejudice, but not us. I… may be well into the realm of conjecture here, but I’m assuming that it chose to spare us, as it saw us as mere intruders, rather than those that would do it harm.”
This answer seemed to garner the raise of several brows, with Ilunor especially turning his nose up at the man.
“This actually begs a really important question.” I began. “You’re talking as if the dragon is intelligent and smart, but you still refer to it as an, ‘it’. Now, you’ll have to excuse my ignorance here, but are Nexian dragons actually sapient? Or are they just ‘animals’?”
“They’re sentient.” Ilunor answered bluntly. “Not sapient.” He concluded.
“If I may, my lord, ancient legends say that a select few were, at one point, sapient.” Piamon offered. The man clearly being the only one from the adventurer’s side of things that could stand up to him, by virtue of his own noble heritage.
“Those were ancient legends.” Ilunor shot back. “And even so, those were, as you said yourself — a select few. More specifically, the Great Dragons of the Vunerian Mountains, who ruled over the kobolds and typical dragons of old; and even then their numbers were mere pittances. Moreover, they were the size of entire strongholds. This amethyst dragon clearly does not fit any of these descriptors.” The deluxe kobold concluded.
I turned to both Thacea and Thalmin at that answer, the former of which nodded in acknowledgement. “This is true, Emma.”
“Aye…” Sym quickly added. “The beast we met was certainly quite an intelligent creature, but not sapient. Not at all.” The man breathed in deeply, slowly sliding the warrant back into its case. “Forgive me for overstepping my bounds once again, my lady, but I must ask… what exactly do you need the dragon’s location for?” His voice darkened.
“Well…”
“We need one of its crystals.” Ilunor answered audaciously. “For a school class project, and as a goal for our Class Sovereign gambit.”
That answer… was actually decent.
And for once, I wasn’t at all annoyed by one of Ilunor’s ‘saves’.
If anything… I was impressed.
Craning my eyeballs over to Thacea, it was clear she was justt as impressed as I was at Ilunor’s quick thinking.
“I am, if nothing, a frank and earnest man.” He quickly added, forcing me to hold in a chuckle.
Nevertheless, as believable as that answer may be, the group in front of us… was still nothing short of stunned by that answer.
“I’d assumed something of the sort.” Sym sighed dourly. “And is it only one of its crystals that you seek, or the dragon’s head as a trophy?” He practically mumbled out.
“Just its crystal.” I answered.
“I wouldn’t say I’m relieved to hear that, my lady. But at the very least, it takes the danger from near-assured death, down to extremely hazardous and life-threatening.” The man paused, leveling his eyes towards me with severe intent.
“I’m assuming it’s possible then? As in, the procurement of a dragon’s crystals without actually killing it or getting into a full on life or death fight?” I asked, prompting the man to pinch the bridge of his nose, drawing out a long sigh in the process.
“Aye, there are ways.” The man began dourly. “But I must ask again, are you certain about such a foolish venture?”
I maintained my ‘gaze’ — fruitless as that might’ve been — as I delivered my next few words without a glimmer of hesitation. “Yes. Now tell me, what options do I have?”
Comments
John Vistica
Yes, getting tired of the 'infinite' and 'eternal' mentions...propaganda words. While the Nexus is expanding radially outward, the initial inner circle and each concentric rings are finite. Would be great to get area numbers for each region and a sense of RATE of expansion throughout history. That would inform any theoretical analysis of the Nexus' fundamental properties.
Joshua Haylock
Cringe.
IHasArms
And to us, it's physically impossible. And just like how we used to think that the Earth was flat, we discovered later on that it wasn't. How do we not know that the Nexus' god isn't just a guy controlling AI for an artificial world? Besides, theorizing is half the fun of reading a story.
Jacob
Because the Nexians have been nothing but forthright and open with non-propagandized information so far /sarcasm
Jacob
Replying to Fogel: Testing that question is exactly my point. Is leypull in the Nexus big-G "Gravity" as we know it or just "gravity-ish" in appearance? Replicating simple experiments to measure the physical constants (as we know them) and seeing if/where they break down or results differ (even slightly) would go a long way to answering that question.
MrToxido Cat
Hmmm, now that i think about it, uf the engineers on earth were able to manipulate manaflow with the shard of impart, maybe it can be used like a catalyst on a staff and with some processess like lithography and etching (similar to what we use to precess silicon) can be direct connected to a serial port on the armor to allow for some kind of programmable spellcraft. I think its an interesting idea but i dont know if something like this would work in this story.
PEBZ101
I thought it existed like an accretion disk the ring around a black hole, just from mana which when it is stable it forms into the ever growing nexus, like steam cooling down to liquid then freezing into ice when it loses enough energy to settle down.
Michael Halpern
the natural pairs in a fractral crystal theory is the most likely explanation for how the AIS was able to get it to work and how the nexus can do it without delving into some rather advanced theoretical concepts that they don't seem to have
Michael Halpern
We know all the fundamental forces still work the same, or at least some of the equipment Emma brought wouldn't work.
Fogel
Just because they have something that is like gravity, doesn't mean it obeys the same rules.
Marshel Helsper
Intelligent doesn't mean "sapient." The distinction between being categorized "sapient" verses just sentient is to justify the extermination of intelligent creatures. You are either "sapient", in which case you have rights under Expectant Decorum, or you're an animal.
Jacob
Given the Nexus' size and that they are well aware (and have) the same law of gravity we do (i.e. leypull) Emma has to wonder at some point "How does the Nexus stay a flat disk and not get pulled into a sphere by it's own gravity?" And if it's larger than earth, why is the gravity still roughly 1g? I'd like / expect to see her run some simple experiments (at least as a side task) to establish whether or not the usual physical constants are the same as in Earthrealm. The fabricator should be able to make all she needs to do a Cavendish experiment, speed-of-light measurements, etc.... And the experiments that require smaller setups could be done both inside & outside her tent to see if the background mana radiation impacts the results.
Marco
I also don't think that it is but, They say that it is expanding and any thing that expands Infinitely must expand at a slower and slower rate as it gets larger so it is technically not infinite in size.
Brachy LP
Funny you point that out since My current Working Idea is that it uses It's Crystals as a Sort of Passive Manasense allowing it to pick up on Alterations in the flow of Mana around it giving it 360° Awareness of anything around it. But Emma basically being a Blindspot in the Manastreams would of course make it go "Potential Threat, Make an Assessment!" and seek visual confirmation. Wich prolly didn't help it much either but It didn't have the Luxury to go in for further Study
Brachy LP
We aren't Killing the Dragon... Just yet. Like Emmas first question was "Can we avoid Killing it?" Most Likely we gain the Ability of Dragon Assisted Airstrikes
Brachy LP
There weren't Natural Pairs? Like the Minor Shards of Impart are either Naturally Occuring Crystal Formations Near Manawells OR Grow on These Dragons. Then They are refined and Entangled with one another and given out to realms, as for the One lost in the Crate Incident: It was HALF of a Shard the other Half still remains on Earth they literall cut it up meaning that they artifically created a Pair out of a Single object wich had benn altred from it's natural state into the State necessary to work as a Minor Shard of impart. Meaning that At best the Crystals are only Entangled within themselves in there Natural state
Tacrad
Just putting this out there. Domain and demesne are basically the same word.
Xylophone Smith
the nexus doesn't sound nearly as big as it's made out to be
Gregory Sampson
Why are we assuming it's anything other than what the Nexians say it is?
Joshua Haylock
Just "drop the sun" on the dragon, or use a railgun/some future tech weapon to end it, yoink the crystal, and gain the illustrious title of Dragonslayer, if I remember right it's been some time since a Student last achieved the feat, so just show Human Superiority.
IHasArms
I know that many people have said that the nexus is a ring world, but to me that seems incredibly unlikely. For one, it always sees the sun, so why would there be locations with multiple suns? Personally, I believe it to be more of an Alderson disc, basically it's a bunch of artificial disc worlds that expand the size of a solar system.
Michael Halpern
the pairs almost certainly exist naturally in the crystals, it just takes work to target specific ones. in fact it wouldn't surprise me in the least if the crystal structure was fractal with repeating sets of every entangled group.
Marshel Helsper
He has a vested interest in keeping Emma alive and well, both for the peer group and his troubles with the Library. A working relationship has developed.
LumiOak
Its very possible the dragon was staring at emma, because of its lack of mana. The dragon could probably sende everything around it but emma, making her the only thing it needed to actually look at to precieve, and thus a threat, the only threat.
Brachy LP
IF I recall Correctly. The Dragons Crystals aren't Naturally Quantum Entangled. Thats just something you can do with them. Like you can use Quartz for percise Clocks
ANTIcarrot
That's a bit like saying bats and dolphins have no need to develop sonar. That's not quite how living things work. We also don't know the full range of what the QEC can be used for. the dragon may have a completely different way of using it. It's also possible that the Dragons aren't natural, but are the remains of some of those very old civilisations that blew themselves up so many time before the modern Nexian era. Magic steads with fancy radios are presumably better than regular magic steads after all.
trebor
this comment i did not anticipate
Brachy LP
Well it was coroborated by the Adventurers and the Gang... Like At this point it isn't even just the Nexian official Word at this point but just actual Eye Witnesses and Illunor is from were the Smart ones Lived. So it's not Nexian words. Also maybe even if it was Sapient it might not even Percieve any "lower" being as worthy of Concious Thought or attention...
trebor
true but the crystals are not naturally attuned but they could act loke a kind of mana storage it is crytalysed mana after all
Michael Halpern
since when has the taking the Nexian official word on matters at face value seemed like a good idea?
Brachy LP
I mean They were described as Smort But not Sapient
Brachy LP
Not at all
Ragnar Pendon
Awww... are we ruling out negotiations with the big scaly then? :(
I Dare Korval
It could very well be that it was a baby or even an egg when the dragons were overthrown and so it's been in captivity and is fairly young, but still an intelligent dragon none the less.
Brachy LP
I mean the Gang and Sorecar literally said there natural state is "unattuned" and I do Also think that the Crystals serve a Function, I just disagree with Your Theory of Dragon Hivemind. Cuz Dragons Narratively do not work as Groups. There Narrative Role is: Big,Rare and Important. They Fashion the Narrative Around them. As for in Story, the Dragon, if part of a Hivemind wouldn't just set up camp near a Spawnpoint for Armed Guards Everywere. They would either retreat to then return to the Hive or if Deemed an Acceptable loss attack more people to Deal as much damage as far from the Hive as possible. My Working theory is that the Crystals serve as a Sort of Passive Manasensing Tool, like a Barometer that reacts to Change in the Ambient Manastreams as an Early Warning so the Dragon knows to look out. They also just could be a Byproduct of this Creatures Magical Metabolism. Or have Fuction to communicate Passively, like Adornments on Birds or Reptils to attract Mates.
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Michael Halpern
The library said nothing on of they serve a function in the dragons or not, because that wasn't relevant to the trade, I am going to bet they absolutely are.
Brachy LP
Well they aren't naturally Quantum Entangled they just posses the Crystaline and Magical Structure necessary to create such entanglements on there own there not really doing much at least as far as I remember the story like sure they might give you some sort of Magical Tremmor sense but the Crystals aren't Entangled naturally
Michael Halpern
it also lets the Nexus be technically correct in the worst way possible
Michael Halpern
he's also the ticket into the nearest town to the dragon.
TheEagerReader
The dragons being a sapient hive mind is a good idea. The big ones being sapient are because they are the Queens/speaker.
TheEagerReader
I was wondering. Is the Dragon sapient and Nexian propaganda is at work, or is it as intelligent as a whale? Either way, Emma should break out her war gear for this quest.
Michael Halpern
i mean there's not a lot of evolutionary advantages to growing QEC crystals if it isn't sapient, or at least part of a sapient hive mind.
Google Google
After being humbled by Emma many times, he is now helping her.
Brachy LP
Amd some people already called it, wich if the Author reads this just means that you get Your Characterizations and Story Across. Emma is a Good one avoiding harm were possible. No Need to kill the Dragon. But the fact it has been Brought up that Dragons CAN be Sapient throws some Interresting sidequestions especially with the Deadlocking of eyes on the Dragons Part. Could this be the beginning rise of a New Greatwyrm? Will Emma have a Baby Sapience to safeguard? Also On Call Draconic Air Strikes sound Dope as hell
Michael Halpern
I think that's obvious, especially considering what its crystals do,
Michael Halpern
its a hive mind. why else would it have magic QEC crystals that means even if the individual isn't sapient, on its own if there are enough of them networked together... also now I have the image of Ilunor in a side car.
Hughes Andrew
I still think the dragon is intelligent, and the Nexian’s are propagandized.
Steve
Agreed.
Pierre Florendo
Um, yay Ilunor?
Dood Ataku
These stories go well with soup
