wonders if this means he can perma kill the butcher?

Nope.

If you vaporize Alabaster's head or reduce it to chunky salsa, his power can't regenerate him. Basically, as far as a brute goes, his corona is his core, and if you take that out, he's not getting back up.

Vaporizing the Butcher's head wouldn't stop the shard from just moving hosts.

In order to permanently kill the Butcher, you'd need to kill its shard. Potentially, there's some advanced magic down the line that will allow Arcanum to do that, but we can only guess what form that would take.
 
Alabaster not being able to survive his Pollentia/Gemma getting disintegrated seems fine by me, but it does leave me wondering how he hasn't been killed yet.
 
Pretty sure the complete destruction of the Corona was what did it. Alabaster died in the Leviathan fight, if I recall, by being completely pasted by a blow from the giant lizard. Enough damage (presumably in the right place) can absolutely kill him.
 
Pretty sure the complete destruction of the Corona was what did it. Alabaster died in the Leviathan fight, if I recall, by being completely pasted by a blow from the giant lizard. Enough damage (presumably in the right place) can absolutely kill him.

He didn't die to Leviathan. He got tossed into a Time Stop bomb, and was frozen along with Dauntless.

Then when the bubble was popped in Ward, he got consumed by Dauntless going Titan.
 
Powers have global range but typically don't work over dimensional boundaries (unless that's what it specialises in) so dumping butcher on an unoccupied earth might work. Other than that it'll just latch onto someone even if the Butcher killed themself.
 
In order to permanently kill the Butcher, you'd need to kill its shard. Potentially, there's some advanced magic down the line that will allow Arcanum to do that, but we can only guess what form that would take.

I'm not sure if there is a WoG here but I've always wondered what would happen if Butcher got killed while his Shard was suppressed, maybe by Animos or Hatched Face.
 
I'm not sure if there is a WoG here but I've always wondered what would happen if Butcher got killed while his Shard was suppressed, maybe by Animos or Hatched Face.

It would just jump to Animos or Hatchet Face. Don't think of the jumping hosts aspect as a power of the Butcher's, but a quirky Shard flouting rules in a broken cycle by connecting other shards into its private collective.

If Eden was around, the Butcher's quirk likely wouldn't be tolerated.

WoG has implied that Scion killing the Butcher would be a bad situation.
 
Iirc, there is a WOG floating around somewhere that his corona needs to be destroyed and his heart stopped within a single reset period for alabaster to be killed, but it is a wildbow WOG, so take it with some salt, but the situation here neatly fill both conditions. The lightning vaporized his head, and some of it would have ground through his heart, stopping it.
 
I'm not sure if there is a WoG here but I've always wondered what would happen if Butcher got killed while his Shard was suppressed, maybe by Animos or Hatched Face.
Technically speaking, shards aren't suppressed. When Animos screams or someone enters Hatchetface's range, what actually happening is their shard is telling their victum's shard to not provide any powers while under the effect. The shard itself is still fully connected to the host so the Butcher would likely pass on to whoever killed them regardless.
 
Chapter Thirty Seven
I approached the group slowly, not wanting to startle or catch anyone off guard. Part of me half expected John and the others to tell me to fuck off the second they spotted me. I had been the reason they were targeted, after all, and they were well within their rights to want nothing to do with me. So imagine my surprise when John reached out and patted my shoulder when I was finally standing next to him.

"Looks like we are in it now, huh?" He said, shaking his head. "You realize those Empire bastards are going to claim they did nothing wrong and that we attacked them, right?"

"I... I wouldn't be surprised," I responded, caught off guard by the camaraderie and inclusiveness.
"We need to move the community," He said, chewing his cheek. "But even if we do, I'm worried about future reprisals from the Empire."

"'We?'" I asked, my brain not quite keeping up. "I-"

"Yeah, 'we.'" He responded, looking at me like I was slow. "You healed us, fed us, and when we were threatened, you defended us. You're one of us now, Arcanum."

"But, it's my-"

"No, you get that thought out of your fucking head," He said, slapping my shoulder. "You think this is the first time the Empire gave us trouble? Stopped by to send a message? Son, you ran into a three-on-one fight like a goddamn guardian angel. Nobody has ever run to help us like that or put themselves in harm's way to protect us like that. Nobody blames you for this. You didn't force the Empire to do this."

I looked at the older man for a moment, before scanning the crowd of homeless and less fortunate. They looked back, some with tears in their eyes, others with hard looks that spoke of John's allusions to this not being the first time. Despite the array of emotions being displayed, none of them looked at me accusingly.

"... Okay… I… Thank you," I said, my eyes getting a bit watery behind my mask. "What can I do to help?"

"We need a new place to live," John said with a frown, looking back at the wrecked space behind them. "Now that the police are here in force, and it's a crime scene, they can't just turn a blind eye. They aren't gonna let us stay."

"Dammit... Okay, do we have any options?" I asked. "I can re-grow the trees somewhere else. We just need to find someplace with some halfway decent soil."

"I... not off the top of my head," John admitted. "I've been focused on keeping this place stable."

Before I could respond, one of the nearby members stepped forward, wringing his hands. I recognized him as someone I healed during my first visit.

"I hate to suggest it," He said, looking like he was worried what people would think. "But we could all just split up and spread out. It-"

"We can't do that."

Both John and I turned to find Mary… Sarah, just standing there. She had definitely not been there a second ago, and I cursed Alya's temporary absence. The fact that she had snuck up on all of us was a bit worrying.

"If we split up, we'll just get picked off one by one," She explained. "Sticking together is what kept the Merchants and ABB from snatching us up and the E88 from picking off the usual minorities."

"Being a group attracts too much attention," The man pointed out. "Arcanum can't always be around to protect us."

"Tasha's group split up a few days ago," Sarah revealed, a gasp echoing through the group. "Apparently, they couldn't stand up to the Empire's pressure, and rather than throwing their black people to the dogs, the community is split… Tasha is already dead."

That got another gasp, and I couldn't help but curse. Tony had been trying to find a way to get in touch with that community, but hadn't been having much luck. They must have already split or been too suspicious to respond.

And now it was too late.

"What about the other community I helped? The ones further into the Docks?" I asked. "They have shelter and numbers. What if we combined you guys together? It will make it easier for me to help and keep the Empire off you."

"Charles' place?" John asked. "They are a bit close to ABB territory…But I know a few people there… they would help if they can."

"If the two groups merge, I can… I can come up with some way to make you guys safe," I assured them. "I can't talk about it now, but I can figure something out."

That got me a few odd looks, especially from John and Sarah. Out of everyone, they seemed to pick up on the fact that I did not just mean my own strength or defending them from attacks myself. While I didn't have something specific in mind, I knew I could come up with something. I had ideas, so many ideas, but I had no idea how many of them were bullshit and how many of them would work. I would need some time to come up with something.

I needed to get back to my temporary home, grab my stuff, and head back into the forest. I would put making a home in the forest on hold for now so that I could focus on making sure these people were safe. I'm sure Charles wouldn't mind if I crashed at their place in the meantime. I was nervous to leave them alone anywhere.

Sarah/Mary, John, and I talked and planned for a few more minutes before I pulled out my phone and called Charles. He picked up immediately.

"Arcanum, what can I do for you?"

"We have a problem."

I spent a few minutes describing what had happened, explaining the damage I did, and how Alabaster was dead. While they had heard the news of the attacks and riots going on, they hadn't realized we had been targeted directly. That got the usually calm man to curse up a storm.

"That's bad, but John has the right idea," He assured me. "You are one of us now, as useless as that may seem to be considered part of a group of homeless people."

"It's not useless, I'm honored," I assure him, nodding to John as he listened.

"If you say so," He responded, though I could hear his smile through the phone. "To answer your earlier question, yes, we can squeeze them in. There is some room in the warehouse, and we have another building we have been clearing out in case we need more room."

"Thank you, Charles," I said, feeling a bit of tension uncoil from my spine. "We will be heading to you soon, and I'll be staying for the rest of the night to watch over you. After that… I'm gonna see about coming up with a way to keep you guys safe while I'm gone."

"Alright. I can't promise it's going to be comfortable living for now, but we will do our best."

We discussed the merge for a few more minutes before I passed the phone to John so he could hash out the details. I then headed back to the nearest police officer I could find, who happily pointed me in the direction of the man in charge.

"How long until they will be able to grab their things?" I asked after introducing myself and shaking the lieutenant's hand.

"Their stuff? This whole place is illegal on so many levels! They are lucky I'm not shipping them all to jail," He said with a frown. "All this stuff is getting chucked. Most of it's stolen anyway, and what's not is all trash and junk."

"What?" I asked, genuinely shocked at his response. "Officer, I understand this isn't exactly optimal, but this is all they have. They need a chance to-"

"They should have thought of that before throwing together this trash heap somewhere they didn't belong," He growled out. "Now I want you and your friends out of here within the next ten minutes, or I will start calling in vans to haul you out."

Resisting the urge to raise my voice and start a scene, I simply gave him a hard star while clenching my fist. Rather than ruin my relationship with the police, I simply turned around and made my way back to Assault. Dauntless had already left, leaving the red-themed hero and his partner, Battery.

"Hey, Assault," I called out as we approached. "When the police are finished taking statements, I'm going to be leading the group to another homeless community. They think they can help them get back on their feet. The thing is, this place has all their stuff, and now it's a crime scene. Plus, the lieutenant in charge of the scene is being a problem."

"Damn. The statements could take another hour or so... Alright, let me talk to him."

I watched Assault have a quick, low conversation with the officer in question, the man clearly not enjoying the process. It made me wonder what Assault was saying to him. After a few minutes, the officer seemed to calm down, and Assault patted him on the shoulder before making his way back to us. Meanwhile, Battery and I simply stood there in awkward silence.

"He apologizes for the confusion," The red-covered hero assured me, though he clearly didn't believe him any more than I did. "Once the scene is properly recorded, any lost civilian materials will remain on site for several hours before a clean-up team will be coming through."

"Thank you, Assault," I said, genuinely appreciative of the Protectorate hero. "I don't know why he was being so difficult."

"No Problem, just glad they listened to me," He responded with a smile. "Good luck getting these poor folk somewhere safe, and call me if you need anything."

I shook hands with him and his partner again before finally heading back to the others. After that, it was just a matter of waiting for the police to be done interviewing everyone before we could leave. Mary/Sarah agreed to stay behind to watch and make sure the officers didn't get any bright ideas about tossing their stuff. John was the one who explained why they were being so difficult.

"Empire sympathizers," He explained with a scowl. "They are everywhere. Sometimes, they are subtle, and sometimes they don't have to be. Someone clearly doesn't like that you toasted three of their capes."

I couldn't help but grind my teeth at the explanation, cursing whatever fucked up geis or curse that had settled over this city that protected Nazis from getting curb stomped.

The trip to the docks community was nerve-racking and stressful, the large group moving relatively quietly through the city. I noticed more than a few people peeling off, leaving the group. I couldn't help but wonder how many of them would be back. I was sure that, despite John's kind words, some people were no longer comfortable living somewhere that I was connected to, and I couldn't blame them.

When we finally reached the warehouses that made up Charles' community, it was slowly approaching midnight. The dark was encroaching closer and closer, and we were traveling by moonlight and street lamps, at least when they weren't shot out or busted. Charles and quite a few others met us at the doors and let us into either the warehouse or a nearby building, the one he had mentioned over the phone. The oldest among the group got the spare blankets and cushions to sleep on, while the rest of us did the best we could. Everyone was eager to get whatever sleep they could.

Once everyone was settled in, I made my way to one of the roofs, sitting up there and keeping watch. I could use healing magic to reduce some of the effects of sleep deprivation, so I planned to stay up for most of the night. I would probably crash hard at some point, but honestly, I didn't feel like sleeping much anyway.

Things were just starting to get quiet when suddenly, I could feel the connection between me and Alya begin to swell. It was slow at first, but over the span of ten or fifteen minutes, it finally solidified into what I had come to expect from our connection.

"Alya, are you alright?" I asked softly, worry creeping into my voice.

"I am fine, William," She assured me after a long moment, her voice whispering into my ear as always. "I apologize. I was so focused on taking out the gangsters' communication equipment that I used too much energy. I slipped into a resting stasis before I could warn you."

"Dammit… That was… That can't happen again, Alya," I said, struggling to put my thoughts into words. "I know I gave you a task, but you should have been keeping an eye on your energy reserves."

It was unrealistic for me to expect neither of us to make mistakes, especially since all of this was still so new. But her ability to watch an entire area at once and keep trouble from sneaking up on me was a big part of my advantage. Without it, overwhelming me became disturbingly easy.

"I know, I am sorry," She apologized. "It was a mistake born of nervousness and worry. It will not happen again."

"I believe you. And honestly, I'm just glad you are okay," I admitted. "I'm terrified that we will have another power interaction moment like what we had with Shadow Stalker, and somehow, a cape will manage to really hurt you."

"While I suppose it is technically possible, I do not think that is very likely. From what we have managed to see, there is no sign that anyone has the level of magic, particularly soul magic, necessary to injure me permanently," She explained, repeating earlier assurances. "We will simply have to remain vigilant for strange powers."

I nodded in agreement, crossing my arms behind my head and laying back down on the roof. Now that Alya was back, I felt infinitely better about the prospect of sleeping. I hadn't realized how nervous and exposed I felt until she was back.

"How do you feel?" she asked. "While the night could have gone much worse… It did not go well."

"I… I don't know," I responded honestly. "I… don't feel guilty for attacking the Empire head-on or using what tricks I did. They were innocent people in danger, and I put a stop to that. I don't feel guilty… but I do regret killing Alabaster, but only because it was an accident."

"What do you mean?'

"If I came to the conclusion that Alabaster needed to be dead, whether it was for something he did, a plan he had, or whatever reason I thought he deserved a death sentence, I would kill him. Or any of the villains in this city, for that matter," I admitted, frowning as I looked up at the dark night sky. "Half of them are murdering psychopathic Nazis, and the others have a reputation for kidnapping people for horrific reasons. But the fact that it was a misunderstood accident or a fluke? I wasn't in control of that moment, and I didn't intend to kill him. I would have if necessary, but I hadn't made that choice. I regret it, even if I don't feel guilty for it."

"While I understand your sentiment, William, you were forced to engage the enemy on their terms. You were flying by the seat of your pants. It only makes sense that mistakes are made," My familiar and partner said. "The only ones responsible for what happened tonight were the empire and their subordinates."

I nodded, the coil of nasty feelings and corded emotions eased slightly at Alya's words as I laid there and looked up at the mostly empty sky. Occasionally a plane would fly by, but with Alya back to watch the night, I quickly fell asleep.



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Yay, Ayla is back! Damn, our boy Arcanum isn't allowed to sit down and magic it up is he? Soon! Hopefully!
 
You know, if Ayla doesn't need to look out for the mooks, she'd be a real aid against high-tier enemy capes. I mean, how good is she at manipulating air? Enough to keep the air with oxigen away from a person for a minute or two? They'd either faint from oxigen deprivation or stop being able to dodge considering the energy and air it would take them...
 
I might be wrong here, but I think you actually still have a free charge - you said 6 charges every 2 weeks, right? You spent six charges getting to level 3 on rituals, but you also got a seventh charge from preventing Dinah's trigger that I don't think you spent.
 
"I believe you. And honestly, I'm just glad you are okay," I admitted. "I'm terrified that we will have another power interaction moment like what we had with Shadow Stalker, and somehow, a cape will manage to really hurt you."

If I was in his shoes and worried about power interactions I'd probably start planning to take out Storm Tiger mainly just incase his Shard thinks being in control of a Storm/Wind elemental would generate good [DATA]. Though I may just be a little to paranoid but better safe than have the only guaranteed ally be body Mastered.
 
I might be wrong here, but I think you actually still have a free charge - you said 6 charges every 2 weeks, right? You spent six charges getting to level 3 on rituals, but you also got a seventh charge from preventing Dinah's trigger that I don't think you spent.

HE spent it in physical movent enhancement spells, which is where he got the marathon spell from
 
HE spent it in physical movent enhancement spells, which is where he got the marathon spell from
Riiiight! Forgot about that one. Question, in normal II the charges synergise with each other where there's overlap, so for example if you had "lightning" and you purchased "teleport" you would get a teleport but also possibly a lightning based teleport, or maybe teleporting lightning.

Is that kind of thing the case here, or are the charges standalone?
 
Chapter Twenty Eight
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I woke up the following day to the sound of Alya warning me I was about to have company. Sure enough, by the time that I managed to wipe the sleep from my eyes and sit up, I could hear someone climbing up a nearby ladder to the roof. Alya whispered that it was Sarah, so as she got to the top, I spoke up, still facing the opposite direction.

"How did keeping an eye on the police go?" I asked, the woman stopping mid-stride. "They didn't do anything stupid, did they?"

"No, they did not," She responded after a moment, making her way over to me and sitting on the nearby lip of the roof, her legs hanging over the edge. "They finished their jobs and cleared out. John and a few others went back to grab anything worth saving. Now they are setting it all up."
I stood up and stretched, wincing at how obvious it was to me that my steel absorption had run out. I was just a basic squishy human. As I stood, I could peek down over the edge of the roof to see people moving back and forth between buildings with a purpose. Some people were even harvesting food from the rapid-production trees I had grown.

"I'm gonna have to go to the store and get more fruit so I can grow more trees," I said, pulling my arm around and cracking my back. "These won't be enough to support everyone."

"It's much better than nothing," She pointed out. "Why not just take the fruit from the trees?"

"All of them are sterile," I explained with a shrug. "The seeds wouldn't grow anything special even if they weren't, at least without me helping them along, but the PRT likes to flip out over anything that a cape touches that can reproduce."

"Huh… well, you give me some cash, I can go do that for you?" She offered. "Just tell me what you need."

I turned to look at the woman, trying to read her. She looked back without flinching, simply raising an eyebrow at the prolonged attention. So far, the scarred woman had been critical of my desire to help and doubtful of my ability to do the same. But she had never done anything to hinder me, and she had been friendly in her own sarcastic way. Seeing no reason not to trust her, I nodded.

"That would actually be incredibly helpful," I said, reaching into my pocket to pull out a clip of money. "Make sure it's just stuff that grows on trees. They are the most robust and can handle the stress of what I'm doing to them. Feel free to spend the change."

I said, holding out a hundred-dollar bill for her to take. For a long moment, she stared at it before letting out a huff.

"Damn, Arc, didn't realize you were a big spender," She commented, just a hint of distaste in her hand as she reached out and took the bill with her unbandaged hand.

"The PRT and Central Hospital are paying me to heal head trauma, stuff that Panacea can't do," I explained. "I need a chunk of it for my own projects, but I'm hoping to talk to Tony and start feeding money into his soup kitchen or any of the other ones around town."

For a moment, she looked at me, her working eye widening a bit, before shaking her head.

"Should have figured," She muttered to herself. "Alright, boy scout, I'll do your shopping. You gonna be busy?"

"Yeah, I need to head back to where I'm staying, move some stuff around, and try to figure out how I'm gonna keep all you guys safe when I'm not around," I explained. "Part of me doesn't want to leave, but I don't think the E88 will strike back that fast."

"Just talk to John and Charles before you go," She said before making her way back to the ladder along the side of the building. "Good luck."

The spirited woman left quickly, and I listened to her descend the metal ladder, letting out a long breath when she was gone. That was one thing off my plate, meaning I could focus on making this place safe.

"Alya… do you think I should abandon my forest home idea?" I asked, looking down over everyone. "Staying here would make protecting people much easier."

"It would also complicate nearly everything that you do with magic," She pointed out. "You are already pushing the limits of your fake power excuses. What are they going to say when you start doing rituals in front of everyone? Is there anything you can do with your rituals that will let you move around the city faster?"

"Probably, I just need to sit down and do some thinking," I explained. "Alright, let's fill in John, and then I'll head back to the shop."

I quickly climbed down from the roof, thankfully remembering that I wasn't nearly tough enough at the moment to be leaping from the roof unaided. I found John and explained what I was going to be doing, before doing the same with Charles. They both agreed that it was unlikely that the E88 would attack so soon, as they would need time to get all the facts and rally the troops.

I left at a run, making a beeline for my civilian clothes, changing into them quickly, and heading back to my shop. I climbed through the window and looked around, taking note of everything that I wanted to take with me. It was time for me to move out of here and start moving into my forest home. Yes, it wasn't quite done, and no, I wouldn't be growing a home tree until I was sure the Docks community was safe, but the basic rituals I had completed were more than enough for me to feel safe keeping my stuff there.

My first round of moving included all of the clothes, money, and other easily transportable stuff I had accumulated so far. All of that fit easily into a few bags I had purchased, which I stored by the window to take with me when I left. Everything else, including the generator and lights I bought, as well as several other things, were stacked on the couch. I could grab those at night under the cover of darkness.

Eventually, I also wanted to cut the partional apart so that it was easier to transport and then reassemble it at the forest compound. For now, however, it would stay where it was since it was too hard to move, and I didn't have that kind of time. Besides, having a partional I could use in the city would be handy, so I might just end up leaving it as it was and building a second at the forest compound. It wasn't like I was running low on the cash necessary for the ingredients anymore.

I grabbed my bags and left the shop behind, making my way out of the city. I did my best to act like a guy just going for a hike, carrying his camping gear. When I finally arrived at the compound, I stored everything inside the storage trees, with plans to move most of it once I had grown a place to sleep and live. When I was done with that, I sat down along one of the storage trees and looked down at the large ritual pad. I had a pencil in one hand and my notebook in another.

"I need two things right now," I said, Alya taking her semi-physical form to help me bounce around ideas. "A way to protect the Docks community, and a way to travel around quickly."

"So your enhanced running isn't working?" Alya asked, floating around a bit, her legs fading and flickering as she did. "You are moving fairly quickly now."

"For patrolling and general movement, it's alright," I said with a shrug. "But if I'm living out here, it's not nearly good enough. It's gonna take me ten, maybe fifteen minutes to run from here all the way to the Docks community, and that doesn't include changing or anything else. That's not nearly fast enough, especially because the next time the Empire comes knocking, they probably won't be waiting for me."

"Well, since you already have a partial solution for moving around quickly, you should probably focus on protecting the community," the elemental pointed out. "Any ideas for that?"

"I've got dozens of them!" I said, shaking my head. "But half of them are going too far, the other half is going to get even more unwanted attention. I know it's too late to try and blend in and hide, but I would rather not send up additional signal flares just yet."

"Okay, well, what do you have so far?" Alya asked, brushing a cool, calming breeze over me.

I started listing out ideas, going over some that I thought were crazy and others that I didn't think would actually work. Most of these centered around rituals since, at the moment, it was my most flexible and potent ability. After about thirty minutes of spitballing, I boiled it down to a list of ideas, with pros and cons listed out in my notebook.

"Okay. So I could create a handful of D&D style wands," I said, reading off from my list. "Basically one spell per wand, with a limited amount of casts per day or recharge."

"To keep them from being too powerful," Alya guessed, and I nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. On the plus side, it's not much different from making tinker tech. Sure, they will look like wands, but tinkers are bullshit, so I don't think anyone will question it," I pointed out, chewing my lip. "The PRT is probably not gonna like me just handing out tinker tech, but if I keep them nonlethal, it should be fine. That said, I could also just buy them a bucket of Tasers, so what's the point?"

I tapped my pencil on my lips, nodding as I thought it out.

"On the other hand, I think I can make a bunch of stun wands with the leftovers from my staff…" I said, scratching my chin. "Maybe I should make some of the wands regardless?"

I sat in the chair, trying to imagine the ritual required to make a low-level stun wand. Before I could get too deep, Alya spoke up.

"What else do you have?" She asked, pushing me through my momentary distraction. "That's a good start, but they need more."

"Right, well, I'm pretty sure I can… set up some sort of short absorption with a ritual," I said with a frown. "It's going to have to be something edible. Otherwise it shouldn't be too difficult with my levels in geomancy and ritual design."

"But…?"

"But being able to empower other people is a massive red flag," I said. "Everyone automatically thinks of Teacher, a Trump/Master that could give people minor powers but was also mind-controlling people. They Birdcaged him."

"Anything that connects you to a villain that bad is something we should avoid for now."

"Of course, though I probably won't be able to avoid that for long," I pointed out. "Either way, enhancing people will put another massive target on my back, just as big, if not bigger, than being a healer. A healer is enough to get people to pay attention, but the ability to empower other people? I'm going to have the CUI on my ass."

"What are the other options?"

"I thought about offering them items that enhance them, going the same tinkering route that I would for the stun wands," I explained. "But then I risk those getting stolen. Plus, making an object that enhances someone isn't much better than me directly enhancing someone. People aren't going to look at it any differently than me handing actual out brute ratings. Though the items would possibly help me avoid the suspicion of being a Teacher clone, so it's a bit better, I guess."

We continued to go down the list, discarding and discussing our options, before we finally landed on one that had stood out the most to me as we were making the list. Sparked by a bit of inspiration from Heap, the idea of creating a golem was pretty enticing.

"It can fit in the same tinker adjacent creation that the other things did," I pointed out, standing up to pace. "They are flexible, and I know they are possible since I can already see some of the more basic ritual parts needed… They do give a glimpse into what I am capable of, as making minions usually gets some attention, but it's nowhere near anything some of these other options would. I honestly think golems might be our best bet. Not to mention the poetic justice."

"Poetic Justice?" Alya asked curiously.

"As far as I know, the idea of a golem, at least from my world, originates from Jewish folklore. It's said that a Rabbi created a golem from clay to defend his people from violent persecution. The story takes place a long time before Nazis, but it is still poetic."

"Well... what were the remaining options?"

"After golems, I could buy a dog or other animal, then empower them with rituals," I explained. "Which might be cool, but I'm pretty sure it leads into one of the branches of the ritual creation subject that are cut off, like chimerization."

"Anything else?"

"Just a few variations on empowering people or objects," I answered, shaking my head. "Honestly, I get the feeling that golems are a big part of rituals. Designing them should be relatively easy, and they should be pretty potent."

With at least a vague idea selected, carving it down into something more workable was relatively easy, especially with Marvelous Mage seemingly eager to feed me information about golems. The first design practically wrote itself. I ended up writing a multi-stage ritual, one of the best ways rituals had to create more complicated creations. It was nothing on the near programming-like fidelity that enchanting had, but it could still do interesting things.

Essentially, to form a golem, you needed a core. This core stored the mana reaction used to power the golem. Depending on the material used in the core and as the foundation for the golem, the core could fuel a golem for years and years before it needed to be recharged, which would require another ritual. The core itself started as a sphere of stone and was then added to with gems and other bits to upgrade certain aspects. Each piece would need a separate ritual, meaning that just making a single, relatively utilitarian golem could still take three or four of them. Since I was looking to make an advanced combat model, I would need over a dozen of them.

Luckily, so far, these separate rituals turned out to be relatively simple.

Once a core was finished, a material for the golem needed to be selected and then charged with magic, using, you guessed it, another ritual. The interesting part was that what material you used had a profound effect on the golem itself, beyond how durable it was. Stone was slow but tough, more so than you would assume. Metal was tough as well, but had more flexibility and speed. Wood was average, but any noncatastrophic damage would heal over time. With the proper preparation, it was even possible to make things like lava or ice golems, though they seemed like more trouble than they were worth.

While I would probably dabble in a few materials, the easiest choice for me seemed to be wood, since druidcraft gave me plenty of ways to manipulate it.

Once I was done designing everything, I quickly put my notebook away, but not before tearing off a shopping list. I had a lot to buy and not so much time to do it in. The quicker I got a couple of golems built, the better.
 
Something tells me with his Druidcraft abilities, a Wood Golem will look pretty impressive. Hopefully he adds some leaves to make them look nicer and more approachable. Maybe flowers?
 
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