《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 90
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While I did make rapid progress in recording all of my, mostly second hand, knowledge about the soul in my latest book, there isn't much to say about that beyond what I have already said.
For the last couple days, I have mostly cut myself off from news, though not intentionally. So I spent my downtime getting caught up on what has happened in those days.
Par and his army have engaged another band of mercenaries in an open field, this one being assisted by Willow. The gear and training of these guys were slightly better than the last group, and there are more of them, so they couldn't have been cheap. We really need to figure out where the enemy is getting the kind of resources required to hire this many mercenaries, we would struggle to hire this many without cutting corners somewhere. Any and all interrogation on the subject has been useless, as the only thing we manage to learn is that they are being paid in full reliably. Our enemy has consistently paid their mercenaries what seems to be at slightly better than market value so far, and there are no signs of their seemingly endless wealth of resources drying up.
This is a new thing too, if they had this kind of resources from the beginning then we wouldn't have stood a chance. Though it is possible that they have simply gotten better at exploiting whatever the source of their wealth is. It would explain all of the assassins, it isn't cheap to train people to kill emperors and the like. Though the existence of adventures makes that much cheaper.
Azrezel figured out a way to maximize the throwing distance of a zombie without increasing muscular strength. Or rather he experimented until he found the ideal design, tweaking every minor detail until everything was just right. Why? Because he felt like it. I can see it being potentially useful stuff to know, I made sure to memorize the design so that I could take advantage of it myself, but I personally never would have thought to figure that one out. I'm sure there are better designs, but I doubt that you could improve on this one much while still keeping to the same general structure of a limb.
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Tiddol figured out how to create that poisonous air that destroyed the recently captured city. She claims that there is no magic required to create it, though magic can be used to speed the process up. The gas is entirely mundane and has something to do with fire, some byproduct of specific fires I think, I'm not entirely sure. It is basically what was described earlier. But we did learn that it is easily destroyed by plants, which explains why it hasn't been used on anything covered by my forest. It is definitely a relief to have that confirmed, it's one less thing I have to worry about.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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