Church of Isekai -2. Борис Беленький

Lab Safety issues. It happened that I already had a specially-processed dead Brownie from a previous experiment that I’ve used to fly around and even into the Shimmering Veil. At this point they almost jumped looking at me but I said I’ll talk about that Veil tomorrow. Honest. Really. They were clearly disappointed. So closer to the matter at hand – I got their attention again – my experiment went horribly wrong and Dr. Nectar actually saved me. Let them be impressed with their new colleague. So, as you can see, I could not just keep the soul around and I still need to get all of its secrets out, so I had to engage an external storage capacity. Yes, now their eyes are shining – science talk, they get it. Storage requirements – they get it. So I need it stored where I can reach it while even if the Librarian procures some knowledge to do any damage to me or my Team (let them feel connected and special) he’d have no ways to communicate it to anyone or implement any of it. To my knowledge, Brownies have no telepathic abilities and shouldn’t be able to break out of a container. It doesn’t have to be large – the size of an eyeglasses case would do the trick. Light and air are not needed – the Brownie is DEAD and is sustained through Necro-means.

      They both looked around the office then walked into the area where the beginners were taught to make elementary parts, pulled some of these parts from the trainees shocked into silence and within several seconds the hands of the Master made two boxes with tops. The trainees whispered with excitement and I got my choice of sizes. I took the smaller one, walked a bit aside from anyone who can get too emotional and controlled the Brownie making it fit itself into the box. More whispering from the trainees. Then the Alchemist Lady asked the Artifactor if the boxes can fit one into the other? Yes they can, with a little room between them. She told us to follow her, took us to her lab asked me to put a small one into the large and poured something from a small bottle into the space between the nested containers. Then the top was closed and she assured me that the glue that she poured in is the toughest there is. They can put some water-resisting wax on the outside or maybe paint it. I got the wax and thanked them sincerely. While I’m here, maybe they need anything? I have no other room to offer for the classes but maybe they want to take over a Barrack during the daytime? Working outdoors it fine too.

      I walked away as the Chiefs discussed setting up 15 desks outdoors and rotating the students. Or maybe read Introductions to Potion-Making to Artifactors? Show basic Artifacts to the Alchemists? Maybe we need to locate someone with Crafting skills? Let’s do that – let’s look for a Crafter to get them build us more tables. You were going to develop a material for tents – when that’s ready we can maybe make a fancy outdoors classroom. We’ll use it to test the pole design and the cloth strength. Self-unfolding with a stretching canvas? No, let’s say 20 days – 10 is way too optimistic.

      As I was walking back to the Boss Mansion where I’ve decided to take over the Office and keep it for myself. Everybody needs a place to call his own – and the office of the Old Boss probably suits me well. Besides I suspect there are other secrets hidden in there and I need to get them out. A small flock of Level-1 Demi-Humans was strolling by. I suspect the Captain of the Guards had let them go for the day. I totally lost track of time – the daylight time is almost over. I have a big plan for tonight but that’s later. For now let me talk to these Fluffies.

      I walked over and asked how are they feeling. Is the training keeping them occupied? Are they getting into it? What would they like to be trained in? Maybe they have some skills that I’m missing and they would like to have developed? They were scared at first but slowly their answers got longer than 2 words. Yes the training is fine. The Demi-Wolf is scary. No, no he doesn’t hit them or bite them or even yell at them. Still scary. I told them that’s his job to be scary – he’ll scare our enemies when they come and you can grow up to be strong like him. They are nodding. No they are not too tired. Crawled in the grass, played “catch”, chased the silly dancing Fairies. No they didn’t hurt the Fairies, just chased them. They didn’t mind – they like being chased. Learned plants. Trained with Assassins. Those are really scary. Nice … they didn’t yell too and said they like the Fluffies.

      All of the time I was looking into each of these kids seeking their Talents. None. They have no Talent other than basically being Puppies and Kitties. What is the reason the World had created you… How do I use you? And then it hit me – I need to see them all at once. Once I did, I got an option to define them as a “PACK” or a “LITTER” and when I did so, I made that group open for new members. There is a characteristic of “cohesiveness” that seems to be tied to how much time they are active together and will affect their future leveling. I told them to make sure to be at the training tomorrow and to make friends with other Demi-Humans that they train with and that aren’t here right now. Once they all become acquainted their lessons will be feel simpler and probably their extra talents will awaken. As they were walking away, I heard one saying, “Did you just feel something? Me too. He did some magic to us. I want to do magic too.”

      Camp Bonfire Part 4

      As the Sun was setting down, I’ve instructed the Dragon to bring a few dried up logs from the Forest and by the time all the away-teams have gotten back to the Camp, I was ready. The Gallows were still standing in the middle of the Camp but now with all of the Necro-Energy thoroughly drained. There were several logs arranged around that structure and on it was hanging one body. The body of the Old Camp-Boss. I ordered everyone to gather in the Main Square and they stood there in utter silence. The dreaded figure that signified everything that is wrong with this World was put up on display. Even though it could no longer "Loose the hounds” onto anyone, the former “Hounds” are still here, still standing next to the people they’ve terrified. Now, the people need new ideals, new passions, new goals so big and so bright, that they would out-shine all the old wrongs. The people need to be able to say “it was a bad period of our lives and we will do anything not to re-live that pain and the shame.” In the real world it wouldn’t be possible – a snake stays the same having changed its skin – but in the World of Magic and Necromancy I actually have a chance.

      I spoke, re-transmitting my voice through my Zombie connections. Everybody was listening, even the Assassins who were totally “not there” yet when I’ve started speaking, I saw the thin threads going to the rooftops and even to the top of the Gallows, and then disappearing in the thin air. They are still not very visible through their Stealth to me. I have addressed the crowd and the Campers listened. I said that we weren’t born into this World. Were were brought here without our consent. The first newcomers started a society and it was one of Evil. I came to this world a few days ago and I was lucky not to be captured and enslaved by the Campers. I was lucky to have survived the ordeal with my good friends – Dr. Nectar and Terry the Pixie. We were lucky to have encountered a friendly Sprite who have already had experience in this World and who helped us find shelter. We were lucky to defeat a Monster whom we encountered within a few hours – now that Monster is our dear friend Phil. Shortly after we were lucky to engage in battle and bring to our side our wonderful Dragon-friend Victoria. (I will not mention the Dark Drow Assassin Team – such is the fate of those who live and fight in the Shadows.) We were lucky that the Camp-Boss decided to make his move first and did it so clumsily. Given, killing the entire camp to let the Assassin Team bring up their levels and then having them fight to get one Super Assassin isn’t what regular people would call “lucky” but I’m a Necromancer, remember? Our definition or “luck” is different and besides, we are all together now, and he isn’t – I say that’s a Huge Stroke of Luck! We are here and we are free! We have been given a chance and I see each and every one of you grabbing that chance. I want to thank each and every one of you for not letting that chance go by. Thank you, Dr. Nectar for teaching the Healing spells. To her students – thank you for learning them. Thank you, Captain of the Guards for taking over the leveling-up of the Guards and for caring for the smallest of our members. Yes we can just utilize them as Gatherers but even in that, they need to be the best they can be. I’ll try to stop-by tomorrow, I think I found something to improve their results. Thank you, Fluffies for being such good students. Thank you, Stealthy Teams for your work and help with training. Talking about the Stealthies – YOU, right there on the top of the Gallows. Yes, you, show yourself, come down and stand next to me for a second. Everybody, meet a Dark Drow named Shade-3. Wave to everybody. Oh I didn’t know you can actually smile in a friendly fashion. So your Terrifying