Chapter Interlude – Saliss the Architect
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Released on: March 13, 2024, 4:23 a.m.
Last edited: Sept. 5, 2024, 11:01 p.m.
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Some honourable mentions
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| Rose | 136 |
| Mirn | 105 |
| Chaldion Oliwing | 34 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Alchemist] | 22 |
| [Soldier] | 10 |
| [Receptionist] | 5 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Inn: The World’s Eye Theatre] | 1 |
| [Reinforced Structure] | 1 |
| [World of You and Me] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Fireball] | 1 |
| [Invisibility] | 1 |
| [Lightning Bolt] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
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| Walled Cities | 15 |
| Manus | 7 |
| Oteslia | 7 |
Mentions
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| Saliss Oliwing | This was a tale about Saliss of Lights, not Onieva Oliwing. It was about a Drake who didn’t sleep well. |
| Saliss Oliwing | You’d think that wouldn’t be a problem for a Named-rank adventurer used to venturing into the wilds of the world and fighting, sometimes for days on end, without sleep. Saliss had done that. Of course, the ‘wilds’ of the world used to be few and far between. |
| Medain | Now that the New Lands had opened up, walking into Medain’s magical dungeons with a pickaxe, nude after being tricked out of all your clothing, without any [Mercenaries] or adventurers to back you up, a lone [Apprentice Alchemist] with a grudge— |
| [Mercenary] | Now that the New Lands had opened up, walking into Medain’s magical dungeons with a pickaxe, nude after being tricked out of all your clothing, without any [Mercenaries] or adventurers to back you up, a lone [Apprentice Alchemist] with a grudge— |
| [Apprentice Alchemist] | Now that the New Lands had opened up, walking into Medain’s magical dungeons with a pickaxe, nude after being tricked out of all your clothing, without any [Mercenaries] or adventurers to back you up, a lone [Apprentice Alchemist] with a grudge— |
| Reiss | Now that the New Lands had opened up, walking into Medain’s magical dungeons with a pickaxe, nude after being tricked out of all your clothing, without any [Mercenaries] or adventurers to back you up, a lone [Apprentice Alchemist] with a grudge— |
| Saliss Oliwing | Well, it just wasn’t as cool as the kids these days. Not Archmage. Saliss of Lights had every expectation that by the time the dust settled, there would be a new crop of Named-ranks with stories to tell that blew the old guard out of the water. |
| Zelkyr Amerwing | Criminal, really. The fact that he could even lay his claws on them. If the stories about Zelkyr back in the day were true, Saliss should have been hunted to death across the continent by three Truestone Golems over the matter rather than just had to dodge a few [Lightning Bolts]. |
| Saliss Oliwing | Criminal, really. The fact that he could even lay his claws on them. If the stories about Zelkyr back in the day were true, Saliss should have been hunted to death across the continent by three Truestone Golems over the matter rather than just had to dodge a few [Lightning Bolts]. |
| [Lightning Bolt] | Criminal, really. The fact that he could even lay his claws on them. If the stories about Zelkyr back in the day were true, Saliss should have been hunted to death across the continent by three Truestone Golems over the matter rather than just had to dodge a few [Lightning Bolts]. |
| Saliss Oliwing | Now, this much liquid—he had only a tablespoon’s worth—wouldn’t be as dangerous as you thought, not really. Oh, it had about enough force to blow a hole through the side of a regular person’s face if the charge was angled right, but normally, Saliss could probably take the hit without even dodging and be fine. |
| Saliss Oliwing | The problem was that this wasn’t ordinary stuff. A tiny—and by tiny, Saliss meant ‘measured in Fraerling units’—piece of white seith was mixed into the ampule of liquid. |
| Bloodfields | It had sped up the catalyst effect, and he added more of the red suppression dust made of a spore from the Bloodfields, ironically enough. |
| Saliss Oliwing | Saliss estimated that if he got this primer liquid right, then, after he added all the regular enhancements to the alchemy vial, akin to someone piling up wood and kindling to enhance a [Fireball] spell— |
| [Fireball] | Saliss estimated that if he got this primer liquid right, then, after he added all the regular enhancements to the alchemy vial, akin to someone piling up wood and kindling to enhance a [Fireball] spell— |
| Saliss Oliwing | Thoughts whirling around his head. Saliss hated them. |
| [Alchemist] | Am I an adventurer or an [Alchemist]? Irrelevant, really. Where am I needed most? |
| Saliss Oliwing | The damn stuff was powerful. So powerful that Saliss had not given Lyonette the box he’d been jokingly waving around, and he was legitimately scared of what might happen if it reacted with something magical. |
| Lyonette du Marquin | The damn stuff was powerful. So powerful that Saliss had not given Lyonette the box he’d been jokingly waving around, and he was legitimately scared of what might happen if it reacted with something magical. |
| Thresk | It was the most magically dense and reactive substance he’d ever encountered. The fact that Warmage Thresk’s buddy, the [Chronomancer] Udatron, had had this stuff sitting around showed he’d been a real old-school [Alchemist]. In other words, completely insane. |
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