"Do you mean the part where the mechanisms keeping the world out of the grasp of Chaos is a sorcery that utilizes the wicked powers of Dark Magic?" Egrimm says, to winces from Tochter and Elrisse.
Glad everyone noticed that. Makes things a lot easier.
'His' treasure. You wonder if the Dragon is aware that the Empire still considers it to belong to the state, and that there are promissory notes circulating using the hoard he rests upon as security. Normally there's a lot of resistance to any sort of currency that isn't made of precious metals, but gold being guarded by a Dragon is considered by many to be less likely to disappear overnight than gold secured in a more traditional vault.
Move over Gold Standard, it's time to run an economy on the Dragon Horde Standard. Also I now have ideas for D&D worldbuilding.
He smiles at you. "Dragons develop bestial cunning first, and true intelligence only after they've grown larger than this fellow currently is. Right now he's about at the level of a crow or a dog - clever, but not really the sort to eavesdrop."
Ooh, dragon lifecycle lore. Of course, dogs and crows are pretty intelligent to start with, particularly when there are Amber's who can talk to them.
The Golds have a stockpile of the stuff from having absorbed all the pre-Teclisean alchemists, one of yours should be able to requisition some."
Oh good, that makes that part so much easier. Might want to think about hiring an alchemist—as far as I'm aware, neither Max or Johann do proper Gold Magic Alchemy.
You smile, and begin to tell him about what you learned about Kislev's Waystones.
Cat's out of the bag now. It'll be interesting to see if we can do something similar.
On your way to meeting with Adela, you'd reflected on the fact that none of the the three Journeymen who'd arrived in Karak Eight Peaks eight years ago had reached higher rank, but each had instead found a place for themselves in the organizations outside of the Empire. That train of thought is rather derailed when you find Adela wearing the robes of a Magister instead of those of a Journeyman.
"Adela!" you say happily, giving the younger woman a hug in greeting. "When did you make Magister?"
"I haven't technically, but the Bright Order brevets you according to your association with military units, and the powers that be decided that the Karag Nar Gunnery School counts. After the Chancellor and my aunt got married-"
I'm glad to see she's doing well for herself—she seems happy and confident and in her element.
"The Chancellor of the Gunnery School? You mean Oswald?" She nods. "Is your family completely subsuming that institution?"
Oh no. More Oswaldson's running around the place. Glad he's happy too.
She considers that for a while. "So I'd get paid to learn a lot about steam that the Dwarves otherwise would never tell me, and to hop around the continent to wherever you think is the most interesting?"
You consider the current open questions of kurgans and obelisks, and the mystery of what's west of L'Anguille. "Possibly outside the continent as well."
"Sounds like you've got yourself a pilot."
Easy sell, just as we anticipated, and now all of our logistical problems are solved.
Over a number of days, eight power stones plus eight gallons of Vitae should result in something the Colleges thought impossible: the creation of entirely new Orbs of Sorcery.
Okay, I think we just broke College Favour forever the way we broke Dwarf Favour. As soon as we can, lets make as many as possible and donate them to the Colleges (and maybe keep some for ourselves). I anticipate absolutely zero problems with this plan. Also, did we ever take the powerstone creation lessons? If not, lets do that.
Also I did consider that this would result in Orb of Sorcery creation, but I thought that was a magical dreamland scenario, not like, an actual thing that would happen.
And we've been sat on this for
years.
[ ] The We
Spider Librarians.
[ ] Cython
Dragon Librarian.
Haha
oh no. I don't know what I want more.