Chapter 12 - Advancement: Part 3
As soon as the Seneschals collapsed, I barely had time for a villainous gloat before I found myself being tackled and borne to the ground by the three remaining black garbed watchmen.
Landing with multiple heavy *Thud!*s, I struggled with gasping gulps to recapture the breath that had been knocked out of my lungs. A shadow fell across my asphyxiating figure and I instinctively looked up.
Seneschal
Centurio K'el Dorn brandished his halberd in a manner more befitting an executioner about his sanguine work and looked at me with the fire of righteous fury burning in his eyes. "
Knave! What blackhearted scheme be this?! You have the
gall to fell servants of the Guild in front of a room full of witnesses? You are either a demoniac lunatic or an incorrigible malefactor! Either way I will see you
swing from the yardarm before the sun crosses the horizon!"
I watched with breathless bemusement as the three remaining conscious Seneschals tried to shift their unmoving brethren. While no doubt noble, it meant that they remained all the while within the smoke cloud which at this point just kept expanding, as the brigands who had tried to accost me earlier had found to their detriment.
Did they think that just because they had managed to shrug off its effects once, this innoculated them against future exposure? Naive!
[Primary Save vs Poison: (Fortitude Base Save Bonus) 3 + (d20)9 = 12 – (Difficulty Class) 15: Failure] *Thud!*
[Primary Save vs Poison: (Fortitude Base Save Bonus) 3 + (d20)17 = 20 – (Difficulty Class) 15: Success]
[Primary Save vs Poison: (Fortitude Base Save Bonus) 3 + (d20)5 = 8 – (Difficulty Class) 15: Failure] *Thud!*
The choking smoke finally thinned and cleared, revealing two more Seneschals felled, coincidentally the two who were in the outer radius of my chalk markings. Our sole survivor looked shocked to silence as he surveyed his supine fellows.
Aren't you a lucky one, shrugging off the effects of the smoke twice in a row...
My audience, risen to its feet was mum for the first time since I entered the testing Auditorium. The
Centurio was gaping like an officious fish, and of my Adjudicators, Factor Kentos had his hand over his eyes, shaking his head with what looked to be the mother of all migraines, Meister Harverard had risen to his feet with his fellows, and while his eyes held shock, his hands rubbed together with incongruous glee.
Only Enlighened Mentor Narsi smiled, an expression that promised some very probing questions in my immediate future, though the choice of whether it would be a pleasant interview or racks and hot pokers would be all mine, of course.
It was too much. The chuckle started at the back of my throat and soon became a full belly laugh, insomuch as I could still laugh with three men sitting on my back.
"I fail to see what is so amusing about your current circumstance, Reader Gravesend. Pray comport yourself soberly and render a proper defence." Steepling his long and supple fingers, Factor Kentos raised an eyebrow as he regarded me. "Keeping in mind of course that you will be witnessed by dozens of upstanding pillars of the community."
Meaning that everything I say can and will be used against me in a court of law...
He turned and gave
Centurio Dorn a meaningful look before nodding his head. "May I request that you order your men to release the Reader?"
"Factor Kentos, I must protest! What he has done to the brave men and women under my charge..."
"Is exactly what he said he would do. Look closely, your charges are merely sleeping, unharmed. Now, if you would kindly give my
request the due consideration it is owed." The emphasis that Factor Kentos put on the word made it clear that he was very emphatically
not making a request.
I was "helped" roughly to my feet, glad that I had the forethought to place the rest of my vials on the demonstration benches, as they would otherwise have been smashed in the dogpile.
"I thank ye for your timely intervention, yer worship, and yer eyes are well sharp. Indeed these fine defenders of ours are but catching up on their 'kip."
I gestured to my open satchel, still containing ten vials of swirling alchemical smoke. "As to mine Reception Piece, I 'umbly dub it "Sleep Smoke" as I have not a mind for frippery or ostentation. It is, as ye can witness, a non-lethal mode of neutralization against those who might mean menace to ye or yer kin."
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"Since this is a.... novel... item, and, to my recollection, not one of the
Collegium Alchemic's established schema, Guild Dictates requires your clarifications on certain details before we can render our decision. Each one of us who stands in judgement will ask one question each, is that agreeable, Reader Gravesend?"
I inclined my head and assayed a small bow,"If'n it pleases yer worships, aye."
"Very well, I shall begin. Describe the action of your piece. Effect, duration, spread, perceived strengths and weaknesses. "
Straight to the point, eh? Factor Kentos certainly didn't stumble into his role it seems...
"Sleep Smoke as ye have witnessed, causes instantaneous loss of consciousness in them what succumb to it. When released, it be heavier than air, so it tends to linger in one place, spreading out a smidge before shortly becoming inert." I stepped carefully onto the stage and into the midst of the unconscious Seneschals and took a deep breath to emphasize my point.
"Though It pains me to reveal it, but as per Sage Miklos
Nomenclature Mutantor, Sleep Smoke falls under the classification of
Venenum, poison. Hence the longer ye linger in the miasma, the more like ye are to be affected by it, ultimately succumbing, lest ye be of a hearty constitution like our friend here..." I pointed to the lucky Seneschal who had managed to shrug off all ill effects.
[Secondary Save vs Poison: (Fortitude Base Save Bonus) 3 + (d20)8 = 11 – (Difficulty Class) 15: Failure] *Thud!*2
Hmmm, good timing, third time's the charm it seems...
"...Exceptin' the traces that linger in yer airways, that is. The fumes still can knock ye fer a a loop, even if ye shake off its first whiff." I stole a quick glance at the hourglass spilling it's sands on the Adjudicator's podium. "Fret not! They should be back on their feet with nary a scratch, save some muzzle-headedness in at most a twelfth of the hour."
*Gulp* If my initial trials on rats were accurate that is...
As the audience made sense of what I was saying, an urgent murmur made its way through the crowd.
"... Its
Sleep! Honest to goodness
Sleep! I never thought I'd see the day alchemy matched spell!"
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"Better'n! It last twice as long and
spreads!"
"... every spellsword and cutpurse will want to get their mitts on this!"
Oho, its going over well, isn't it? I thought it might...
"The Achilles heel, of course..." I began before cursing my carelessness.
"... who's this Achilles fella?" came the confused murmur from the crowd.
"I mean, the
weakness of mine submission is that it can be counteracted by Sage Miklos' tincture- Antivenom. Of course the
Mountain-Folk, the Dwarves, are very resistant to its effects, while the
Eldar, the Elves, yer own esteemed kin, Factor Kentos, are immune, being that they do not sleep."
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After delivering my answer I looked up at Factor Kentos for some affirmation, or, perhaps vainly, some approval of my craft, but was met only with a blank wall of cogitation, perhaps tinged with an air of vexation.
Tough crowd this...
"Me next! It's my turn now!" Meister Harverard almost hopped out of his seat while waving one arm wildly in the air.
Receiving the Factor's resigned leave he leaned forward excitedly, both hands on the podium, "Well, m'boy, I knew you were going to make waves, I just didn't quite reckon on how soon! MeGon's mirth! It's cruel to only let me ask one measly question when I have a million lined up!"
He stroked his beard in contemplation for a moment, "Hmmm, obvious one then! How did you manage it, Dirk? Even a single dose of an average poison costs hundreds of gold coins and as you know, an Alchemical preparation that costs that much would take weeks. Yet here you stand with ten doses of this 'Sleep-Smoke', it seems like a miracle... or a con." He smiled and sank back into his chair, smirking as if he had pulled off a thoroughly satisfying prank, "So which is it, young man?"
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, if I didn't play this right, lots of things might come unravelled. "Well, Meister Harverard, two answers to yer question, if ye don't mind? The first being that Sleep Smoke ain't an 'average poison', it's dear like an Everburnin' Torch or a dose of Antivenom, but not the price of a horse and carriage. And certainly it be something that can be whipped up in a week."
Meister Harverard nodded his head sagely, but his eyes twinkled with expectant mischief, he thought he had me.
"Answer the second, t'is no secret to The Guild fraternity that, as the Right Honourable Tellestrian once said, "To do Harm is easier than to Ameliorate". The distillation of poisons be an order of magnitude more simple than that of proper alchemical substances, as ye know well, I be sure."
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"Ha!" Exclaimed Meister Harverard as he slapped his knee. "You found me out, boy! Good show! I'm gratified that you were actually paying attention, what with your other responsibilities."He turned to Enlightened Mentor Narsi then, "The floor is yours, your Grace."
Hmph, the most difficult one for last, then.
Back when she was
Acolyte Narsi, all the younglings of Port Prosperity, excepting the Nobles of course, who had their own private tutors drawn from the Church of the Guildmistress, passed under her attentive gaze, myself included.
It was a bit intimidating to have someone who had once seen you bawling over spilt milk judging you.
"It's been a while, hasn't it, Dirk Gravesend? Why do you not show up at devotions as much as you used to? You were such a sweet child at one point."
Above the laughter of the audience, I tried to conceal my embarrassment with a witty comeback.
"Be that yer question, yer Grace?" I said, tilting my head impishly and hoping that no one could see me blushing
"Ah, but there's that cheek once again. You've certainly changed little since you were in my charge. " She sighed in mock disappointment. "Very well, to the heart of the matter then. My question is this, Why? Why would you bring this item to the attention of the Guild? You could well have received a handsome remuneration from... less scrupulous parties. You are aware that the Guild, by its charter, is honour-bound to openly trade in your craft should it be found to be of benefit to others?"
... That was unexpected. I hadn't really thought...
"... For fairness." I said, before I could stop myself. "To provide a means for the meek and small to break the smothering chains of 'Might makes Right'."
There was such silence in the auditorium, you could have heard a pin drop. But no one was as surprised at my answer as I was.
Then suddenly, a loud retort, as if two granite blocks were being bashed into each other at speed, followed close behind by another, and another...
I turned to the sound, as indeed the entire audience did. Seated at the back, next to a distinguished looking noble...
[Knowledge (Local) Check: (Intelligence 20) 5 + (Skill Ranks) 4 + (Factotum: Cunning Knowledge) 1 + (Taking 10) 10 = 20 – Who is that well dressed Grognard?(15): Success]
That's Valtor Rafael! Lord of Port Prosperity! What's he doing... oh of course, he showed up for daughter dearest.
... were four imposing dwarves. The source of the sound, a heavily muscled elder-dwarf with his grey beard braided and bound in metallic rings, was slowly clapping his massive forge-hardened hands together, his applause echoing loudly and long throughout the hall.
When he saw that he had my attention, he stood and took a smouldering cigar from his mouth and blew a cloud of blackest smoke, flecked with glowing sparks. With a gruff smile and a voice like the rumbling of an avalanche, he gestured at me with the cigar and said, "
Hear hear! Well said, son."
Having said his piece, he sat down once again, oblivious to the commotion he had caused.
*Ahem* Factor Kentos cleared his throat to direct attention back to the proceedings, and when the hall was silent yet again, he turned to Mentor Narsi and asked, "Does that answer, your Grace?"
She inclined her head, and said simply, "I am satisfied."
"Then let us confer and render our judgement."
What followed was a nail biting five minute wait, made worse by my knowing that decisions at a
Viva Voce were normally made with much less deliberation.
The audience was on the edge of their seats, awaiting what would have been a controversial decision whichever way the dice fell. I only had one thing on my mind.
Was my presentation truly so borderline?
Throughout the entire process, Meister Harverard was animatedly whispering to both Factor Kentos and Mentor Narsi, gesticulating wildly with his chemical stained hands. Mentor Narsi listened politely and said little, while Factor Kentos looked bemused but resigned.
At the end of it all, Factor Kentos shrugged and threw up his hands and gestured a young page over, handed him a slip of parchment that he had hurriedly signed and with a few whispered words, sent him dashing out of the Auditorium.
Then he gestured for me to approach the podium. As I stepped up, Meister Harverard gave me a conspiratorial smirk and rubbed the side of his bulbous nose.
"Reader Gravesend-" Factor Kentos started in a grave tone, "- following deliberation, the
Collegium has, with regret, decided to
reject your application for the position of Journeyman..."
To be honest, I didn't hear much of what Factor Kentos said past "reject your application..." as the shock hit me full in the face like a bucket of ice-cold water.
The audience getting into a full blown shouting match with the Adjudicator committee and the Seneschals probably didn't help matters.
"... a
travesty! A
miscarriage of
judgement, that's what this is!"
" ... a feat not equalled since Miklos!..."
"
Laddie, fret not! The Under Council will keep ye busy."
" Does this mean that the Sleep Smoke technically isn't Guild intellectual property? Hmmm..."
Factor Kentos restored a reasonable facsimile of order by uncharacteristically slamming his hand onto the table and threatening to have troublemakers thrown out by the Seneschals. His actual words were lost to me, stunned as I was.
Indeed I would have remained in a stupor, had I not in that moment recognized Aelwen's lovely face in the barely controlled crowd. She noticed my gaze and, to my surprise, blew me a kiss, which was more than enough to snap me out of my self-pity just in time to hear Factor Kentos address the audience again.
"Now before I close the proceedings of the
Collegium Alchemic, is there any other busine..."
Meister Harverard jumped right out of his seat as if a Stirge had stuck him and said in a loud and clear holler, "I, Meister Harverard Waelyn Smokshok "Tastes like burning" Syn, officially nominate Reader Dirk Gravesend for a Meister's Chair!"
Without missing a beat Factor Kentos replied, "I, Kentos Insilar, Guild Factor of Port Prosperity, confirm the nomination of Meister Harverard. Dirk Gravesend, we hereby bestow the title of Meister upon you and waive your Guild dues for the period of one year."
The young page at that moment came in, bearing a small sack that jingled as he ran, from the lip of said container shone the unmistakable gleam of lucre.
Stopping to bow quickly to Guild Factor Kentos, he hefted up the velvet sack and poured out a mountain of scintillating platinum coins right in front of me. It was the most precious metal I had ever seen, in this life or the one prior.
Nodding and dismissing the page, Factor Kentos continued, "I am setting the provisional price of Sleep Smoke at fifty kingdom standard weight gold pieces each, and imposing a temporary moratorium on the manufacture and distribution of this compound while we conduct our own tests."
Indicating the small fortune, Factor Kentos adressed me, "I trust this sum of fifty platinum pieces will be enough recompense for your remaining stock. If it is not, the matter can be discussed tomorrow morning at the ninth bell at the meeting that I, as Guild Factor, am
requesting that you attend, is that
clear Meister Gravesend."
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I could only stare dumbly at the mountain of coin in front of me as the words "Meister Gravesend" echoed in my mind.
Ahh, by the Head of Vecna! I was supposed to be low key about this too... Victoria is absolutely going to kill me when she finds out...7
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[Dirk Gravesend (Factotum Level 1) Has Overcome (1) Challenge Rating (5) Encounter and Receives (450 Experience Points) for overcoming (Overpowering) Challenge.]8
[Dirk Gravesend (Factotum Level 1) has Accumulated (1050) Experience Points and can advance to Level (2).]9