Winning Vote
[X] The Frozen Wastes
[X] Elric Rammus
"Well Elric? Are you ready for this?"
As you look upon the frozen wastes, a sinking feeling in your stomach informs you that this is really happening. You're being exiled.
You've only just arrived at the northern outpost, Polaris. You were forced to take a long and circuitous route in order to avoid destroying any more technology on your way north. And to get you there, Elstead was forced to rely on an old veterinarian who raises horses as a hobby. Traveling by cart has been an…interesting…experience.
It was uncomfortably bumpy.
Thus, while your exile technically began two months ago, you've only now reached the border. The temperature has steadily fallen as you've ridden north, and in addition to that, the days have been getting longer. It's getting cold enough that you're beginning to wonder what possessed you to choose
this over your other options.
No, despite the harsh conditions, you're still certain that the Frozen Wastes are your best option. Out there, you can practice your magic without worrying about being drafted into an army, or enslaved by a stronger mage. The elements may be harsh, but they couldn't possibly be more dangerous to you than the people who might have tried to exploit you in the Badlands and the Empire.
And if you're lucky, you might find one of the natives to teach you a thing or two.
"I don't know." You reply as you turn around to face your older sister, Lizzie, the only one of your siblings Elstead would let accompany you on your long journey north. She came along to see you off, since neither one of your parents could bear to meet your eyes anymore.
"I had one of the technicians print this out for you." She says as she holds up something rectangular in her hand. It looks like it has writing on it…
"Is that a book?" You don't quite manage to contain your surprise. You've read about things like that before, but Elstead moved beyond paper records a century ago.
"It's a hard copy." Your sister admits, and hands the book to you. "It's a collection of everything I could find about magic on the datanet. Hopefully it'll help you figure stuff out."
Received Magical Primer (Elstead) from Lizzie Rammus.
"Thanks." You really should have thought of that. It wasn't like Elstead was being stingy about the supplies they give you, and just because you couldn't access the datanet yourself anymore was no reason to ignore it's resources.
"I wish there was something more I could do." She admitted with a grimace. "I hate thinking about you struggling to survive out there."
"Hey, I've got magic." You shrug, making an effort to appear confident. "I'll be fine."
"Yeah." She nods slowly. "You will be."
Then she hugs you.
"Send us letters whenever you get the chance ok?"
"Of course." You mutter, although you're not sure how often that'll be possible. Still, if the letter reached the outpost, you could expect Elstead to pass it on through the datanet.
You'd never get any replies, though.
She lets you go and holds you at arms length. Grief and worry line her face and your heart wrenches at the sight.
"Ahem." A cough from the side interrupts your family moment. You both turn to spot one of the outposts technicians, carrying something bulky over his shoulder. He swings it around to rest on the ground between you.
"We had the fabricator work this up for you." The man explains with a glance at your sister. "It's a sturdy pack, and it should blend in with the kind of gear the locals will have. Although, if any of them examine it closely they'll be able to tell the difference right away, since we used the good stuff."
"The good stuff?"
"Yeah, there's a lot of ways to make something lightweight and sturdy with synthetic materials, so this pack should take pretty much anything you can throw at it." He frowns. "Except fire. It'll still burn."
"Ok." You nod, then turn to your sister. "I guess I should be off then."
"Be safe El." She's clearly holding back tears, and it occurs to you that you may never see her again. Or…anyone. Suddenly fighting to hold back your own tears, you nod silently, then sling the pack over your shoulder.
It's heavier than you expected, but with no desire to drag this out, you turn around and set off.
…
About an hour later, with the outpost out of sight, and your new reality starting to sink in you decide to take stock. You find a nice rocky outcrop, and settle down with your back to one of the rocks.
The pack contains a decent amount of supplies, which you rifle through and make a mental tally of.
Received Self Deploying One-Man Tent
Received Compressed Water Canteen (10,000 Liters)
Received Mono-Atomic Edged Knife
Received Three Sets of Dirt-Repellant Clothing
Received Nutrient Rich Travel Rations (50)
Received Bag of Peculiar Coinage
Received Various Camping Gear
There are some pretty useful implementations of technology here, although you note the lack of a water compressor, so once you use up your canteen, you're going to have to use it like a normal one. Still, these are pretty good supplies, given your limitations.
Of course, perhaps more notable was the book you found right at the top.
Received Guide to the Frozen Wastes (Elstead)
You're not sure if the Polaris technicians maintain a pamphlet of this sort for interested tourists, or if they printed it up especially for you, but you can't help the swell of gratitude you feel at the sight. You never really studied the frozen wastes, so anything they know will likely be of use to you.
Since it's still early in the day, and you expect that you'll only find colder weather the further north you travel, you decide to settle in for some light reading. Draping a blanket around yourself, you pull out your two most valuable possessions, and start in.
While Elstead's isolationist policy keeps it out of the loop with regards to magic, the occasionally naturally occurring mage has provided the kingdom with some cause to study the phenomenon. Such studies have largely been abandoned due to magic's tendency to defy observation according to scientific principles, but what information was gathered before is apparently widely available in the form of essays and data on the datanet. Sifting through what your sister gathered for you gives you an idea of some basic underlying principles.
First, magic appears to rely on some kind of fundamental energy source. Commonly referred to as
Mana, Elstead's test subjects universally reported being able to access some kind of repository or "Well" that refilled itself over time.
Second, test subjects reported that the cost in mana for any given act of magic was always consistent. I.E. generating a small fire cost the same amount of mana no matter how many times the subjects repeated it.
Third, the cost for the same act varied for every test subject.
You take a moment during your reading to focus inward, and you think you can feel this
Mana Well that the studies speak of. Truthfully, you'd been trying to ignore it, because it was a constant reminder that you were going to be exiled, but now that that's actually happened…
With a twist of will and a snap of your fingers, a tiny little flame dances above your palm. It gives off a pleasant heat, but doesn't seem to be burning anything. Trying to examine your mana well distracts you enough that it goes out, but with a little practice you manage to keep the tiny flame going in the back of your mind even as you consider your mana well.
Intuitively, you can feel that the flame is drawing upon your mana, but at the same time, the well doesn't seem to be getting any smaller. You're not quite sure what to make of that, but maybe the answer is in the book…
Dismissing the fire and returning to your reading doesn't yield any answers, unfortunately. It appears that the rest of the studies were focused on trying to convert mana into electricity and vice versa. While it was discovered to be possible for a mage to generate some kind of lightning (to one researcher's misfortune) it did not appear possible for a mage to power technology and keep it working. Likewise, no one had ever found a way for electricity to power magic.
The rest of the book focused on what types of magic had been observed, which although likely to be useful, didn't answer your question either.
Since that seemed to be a dead end for the moment, you decided to read more about the area you were going to be living in.
To your surprise, it turned out that Elstead did engage in some trade with the natives. They called themselves the
Izolak and would occasionally visit specialized northern outposts to trade for food and other hard to make goods.
Well, perhaps calling it trade wasn't entirely accurate. It was really more like Elstead was engaging in charity, since they weren't receiving anything of value from the Izolak that they couldn't produce themselves in greater quantity and more cheaply. You do see a picture of a coin though that was apparently common among the Izolak. It matches the ones you found in your bag actually…
Bag of Peculiar Coinage is now Bag of Izolak Coinage: 20 Uzo
The mention of these outposts draws your notice though, and flipping ahead through the book you do manage to find a map. It's actually a lot less filled in than you would have expected. Apparently the frequent storms in the north have proved hazardous even to the high tech survey drones Elstead used to map the world's oceans, because many of them never came back. After that, Elstead was hardly going to send a
manned mission just to get a look at some more ice.
Still, along the border there is a good area filled in with clearly marked terrain and several outposts designed to work without technology especially for those trading purposes.
You do note, however, that there aren't any Izolak settlements marked on the map.
Your perusal is cut short when an approaching line of grey catches your eye. Looking up, you can see a line of clouds slowly crawling their way southwards, and beneath them a wall of snow.
Well. You should probably do something about that.
What do you do?
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Seek Shelter. Maybe you could find a cave in those hills over to the northeast? Sure you'd be walking towards the storm, but a good cave would provide the best protection you'll find around here.
[X]
Head for an outpost. One of the trading outposts isn't too far from here, and better yet, it's in a southwest direction. If you hurry you might make it in time before the storm catches up…you think.
[ ]
Make Camp here. Your tent is probably rated for weather like this, and you really want to finish this book! (Upon examining the tent, you find a note: "Usually there's a machine to pack this back up, but it would just break down on you. But hey, maybe you could do it with magic?") (Pick one additional Camp Action)
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Write-in. (It would be helpful to explain reasoning too, although not strictly required)
Camp Actions: No matter what you do, you'll probably be waiting out the storm
somewhere. How do you spend your time? (Pick Two)
[X]
Read the second half of Magical Primer (Elstead).
[X]
Read about the Izolak.
[ ]
Experiment with your Magic more. (Pick two) (Might be better to pick this after reading the rest of the primer, because beforehand it will just be whatever you can come up with.)
[ ] Elemental stuff
[ ] Force fields
[ ] Healing (Requires being hurt)
[ ] Write-in.
[ ]
Make Plans. You've kind of been following the path that was laid out for you…maybe you should fix that. (If this is chosen, I will provide more detail about the state of the world in general, and call for a vote on long term plans and goals.)
[ ]
Write-in (I will veto if necessary, but since the character isn't too firmly established there isn't much that you can't do yet.)