The Fire and The Storm - The Nexus of Kellaran #2

Chapter 67

Part 12

“And it’s time we got to work. Prepare yourself for Translocation.”

A moment later she Translocated the entire group, using the power she and her companions had

stored in their batteries, most of which they’d received from the Sylvan magic attack.

They arrived on a beach on the north-east coast of Hiliani. A line of small but jagged mountains

paralleled the coast about a kilometer inland for as far as the eye could see, curving out of sight to the

north-east and south-west. Between the beach and the mountains was fairly level land covered with

forest.

“This will be your new community, from here to the mountains.” Reggie announced. “The first thing we

need is latrine pits dug. A quarter of you will work on that with Karzog. A quarter will gather building

materials with Valentia. Those who didn’t choose to attack or fight us earlier are probably the smart

ones among you, so you’ll work with me on community planning. The remainder will work with Helemia

on altering the courses of the streams and building bridges over them so you all have access to water

and we won’t be fouling them with silt by walking in them.

“If you’ve made good progress in two hours, we’ll take a break for a meal.

“And by the way, if any of you even think of escaping, disrupting the work, or sabotaging anything, we’ll

know.”

Soon Karzog, Valentia, and Helemia had chosen their teams, and work began. Since all of the Sylvan

were capable wizards with about as much power as an equivalent number of elves, and were

physically fit and larger than humans their ages by about a quarter, the work progressed quickly. Some

grumbled and complained, but most seemed to think their new circumstances weren’t so bad, and a

few actively supported the changes in their lives.

Valentia’s team scoured the area for driftwood, fallen trees and large branches, and loose stone. By the

time that was done, Reggie’s team had decided on locations for eight large long-houses in the forest

near the beach with garden plots and livestock enclosures.

The teams were re-organized and construction began, and proceeded with an eclectic mixture of elven,

human, and Sylvan building techniques.

When the building had been going on for an hour, Valentia spent a few minutes casting hundreds of

automated spells and sent them out all over the land and waters of Hiliani. In a few minutes they’d

located and started retrieving foodstuffs from all over the islands; plucking fish out of water, picking

berries, fruits, and vegetables, and digging edible roots from the soil and shellfish from the shoreline.

These all flew back to her, and she had to cast a few more spells to protect her bounty from the local

birds and insects as it was retrieved.

Once the retrieval of food was dealt with, she recruited fifty Sylvan to help wash and prepare it and

cook what needed cooking.

The savory scents her team was producing wafted over the entire area, and when the supper break

was declared they all set to with gusto. For most of the young Sylvan, it was the best meal they’d had

in years.

As they were finishing up amidst a beautiful sunset, Karzog addressed them;

“You’ve done well. We’ll all take the rest of the night off and celebrate your new lives. First we’ll cast the

Contraceptions on the females, then we’ll make some bonfires and provide some music.

“If there are any songs or musical pieces that you’d like to hear, just let us know and we’ll get them

from you with a Reading. We’ll provide all the music psionicly since we don’t have any instruments, but

we encourage any who know the words to sing along, and we encourage you all to dance.

“We’ll mark a Challenge Circle on the beach for those who want to fight, and if any of you bear any

grudges against one another, we encourage you to get them settled tonight. You can challenge one

another to fights, and if you bear a grudge against one who is far mightier than you, you can ask

someone who is about as dangerous as the one you hate to be your champion. I will referee all

combat, and a victory will be declared when a fighter surrenders, is rendered unconscious, or is too

injured to continue. You can use lethal moves, but I’ll end the match before death can occur, and I’ll

provide Healing to both fighters after every match.

“The festivities will end at midnight, and you’ll have a half-hour to relax and clean yourselves up before

bedtime. Since the shelters aren’t finished yet, you can sleep on the beach, and we’ll make sure none

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Soon the Contraceptions were cast, lively music was heard all up and down the beach, and the

bonfires were blazing. Like the cooking fires, the bonfires were completely magic, since all the wood

they’d gathered was used for construction materials.

The four Governors stationed themselves on the beach in the middle of the gathering, between the

Challenge Circle and a bonfire.

The Challenge Circle was busy from the moment it was cast, and soon there was a long queue waiting

to use it and a big crowd gathered around it to watch and cheer or jeer the fighters, but there appeared

to be very little socializing going on other than that. The crowding to see the fights soon became a

problem, so Valentia cast a huge Revealing of the arena in the air above it, allowing any on the beach

to watch the fights from wherever they were.

“They’re all messed up from distrust and isolation and constant chaotic warfare.” Reggie privately

observed to his three companions. “They’ve all forgotten how to have fun together except the youngest

of them, and those ones are keeping to themselves because they’re so used to not trusting the older

ones.”

“Hmm. I might have something for that.” Helemia giggled. “I’ll cast it slow so it’s not obvious.”

Over the next fifteen minutes the Sylvan started to become more gregarious. They began mixing more,

and laughter was heard. Someone started to dance, and soon hundreds more joined in.

“Whatever you did is sure working good!” Valentia giggled. “This is getting to be a party now! What was

it?”

“Something Nek showed me.” Helemia giggled. “She and Reen use it in the pub so they won’t have to

be bothered with making beer or wine, or suffer from the problems that alcohol causes. It’s called

Mandri and Dren’s Moderate Drunkenness, ‘cause it was their idea, but it was actually designed by

Mandri, Nek, Hilsith, Dalia, and Bezedil. I love the human-style spell names; they’re so much more

colorful than the plain descriptive names elves use.”

“Bah.” Valentia scoffed with a chuckle. “If I did that, I’d have had to have thought of about a thousand

different spell names already, and they’d all be Valentia’s Vexing Vapor Vision or something equally

silly.”

They all got a chuckle from that, which encouraged a few of the closer Sylvan to approach them. They

lounged on the sand facing the sea with the bonfire to their left and the Challenge Circle to their right;

Karzog lying on his belly with his tail wrapped around him, and his three younger companions resting

on lounges they’d formed from the sand. Until then, the Sylvan had kept a respectful distance.

Three giggling Sylvan females of about sixteen years of age came and sat on the sand facing them.

“So what’s it like being a warlock?” one of them inquired.

“It’s pretty good so far.” Reggie laughed. “Mind you, that’s mostly due to the time-bubble. If it weren’t for

that, we’d probably have been fighting the demons for the last four years already.”

“Well I’m glad we’ve got time to train for it, but I’m looking forward to fighting the demons! I’m Meblit by

the way, and this is Talvol and Lutimik.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Reggie nodded with a smile. “And fighting the demons will be fun I suppose, as

long as we’re winning decisively. Losing and being burned by demon-fire are both no fun.”

“Ha, don’t be such a dark cloud!” Meblit teased. “This is the greatest opportunity for glory that we’ll ever

get! We’ll destroy the demons and be immortalized in song and legend for our mighty deeds!”

Reggie chuckled. “I’ve heard that Sylvan are eternal optimists, and it seems that it’s true.”

“Damn right.” Meblit laughed. “The moment you think you might lose, you’re already half beaten.”