《Li'Kyes the Scaled Hero [HIATUS]》Chapter 13: I'm Officially an Adult Now?
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Author Notes:
Hey guys! :D
Sorry for the long delay, kinda lost all motivation and started going on a reading spree, but will try to write some more from now on :D
So, I hope you enjoy!
Btw, the poll above is about if I should make a new side-story, namely chapter 13,5, or just a new chapter. YOU DECIDE!
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Chapter 13: I’m Officially an Adult Now?
Almost a week has passed, and I’m finally able to move into my own house.
They finished it yesterday, with the price only being 1 gold and 20 silver. This would have been expensive for most new adults, but thanks to my hunting, I had a fortune of almost 4 gold.
My house was, as I wanted it, build on a dry patch of land, small with only 3 rooms and out of good quality wood.
Normally a house like this would only cost 80 silver, but I had to pay a bit more because of the more expensive materials.
The last few days I had ordered some different furniture from different artisans in the village. A table, some chairs, a tea table, a couch and two armchairs without cushions, a bed frame and several different workbenches used for woodworking, leather tanning, tailoring, alchemy and even enchanting.
This cost me nearly 1 gold, but some of that was paid by the Council since I needed alchemy and enchanting to perform my duties as a tribe mage.
I had heard a bit more about what a tribe mage does, than what I was told by the Elders.
Apparently, tribe mages have to learn alchemy and enchanting so that they could help with healing others and enchant their items. Of course, they have to pay for these services, but it’s cheaper than if you did it in the elven town.
Oh, and before I forget, I would like to talk about my new appearance.
I hadn’t noticed this before since I was busy with a lot of different things, but I had grown a bit and become more muscled. Not muscled as in a body builder but compact muscles. My scales still had the same colour, but I had grown a bit taller, making me as tall as a 15 year old.
Moving all my things to my new house, I remembered more about what I had been doing the past week.
Since I was going to be a tribe mage, I had been taught in many different things. Alchemy was one of them.
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One of the Elders taught me how to make potions, poison and salves, what they do and how to use them correctly. I was a fast learner, so I was mostly done with learning the basics of alchemy, the rest I would have to learn myself. Other than that, I was taught a bit about politics, since we would sometimes be tasked to act as a representative for the tribe. On top of that they gave me full access to the Council library that was located in the mansion. I was taught most of the things there, but had also spend some of my time reading the different books they had.
An Elder also taught me how to control mana. I didn’t have the affinity for mana, so I wasn’t able to use spells with no affinity, per se, but I was capable of infusing mana into different things. Since I could do that, I was taught the basics of how to enchant.
All in all, I was only a week away from becoming a full-fledged tribe mage. But I still wasn’t capable of casting spells, for that I would need to find either a teacher or books that could explain my affinities, since there were no one else in my tribe with those affinities.
Arriving at my new house, I was positively surprised.
It was a small one-floor house on a dry patch of land, just as I wanted it. The quality of the house was clearly higher than the others nearby, but was still low compared to if it wasn’t built in a swamp.
Entering the first thing I saw was the living room. It had a table with 4 chairs, a tea table with 2 armchair frames and a couch frame. I had several pelts from different beasts that I planned to use as cushions for the armchairs and couch.
Placing my bag next to the entrance, I took some of the pelts out and placed them on the couch and armchairs. After that, grabbing my bag I went into the bedroom on my right, took out some pelts and laid them on the bed, which was the only furniture in the room.
I didn’t have a dresser or something like that since I only had one pair of clothing/armour. The reason behind this was that I didn’t require more, since even if my clothing/armour becomes dirty, I can just clean it. And even if I wore dirty, I wouldn’t really notice. This is because of my scales making it harder to feel the clothing/armour you wear.
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Having finished with unpacking in the bedroom, I grabbed my bag and went into the workshop, which was on the opposite side of the room.
The workshop was filled with different workbenches, just as I had ordered them. I placed my bag ones again and took my different tools out. There was everything from carving daggers to hammers. Placing every tool on the wall, I took my bag and placed it in the living room.
Now I had officially moved in.
Grabbing my whip-sword, I went into the workshop and started maintaining it.
I polished it, making it sharper and keeping the metal from rusting more than it already had. After that I started recharging the mana crystal as I studied the enchantment closer.
As I was learning enchanting, I also spent time studying the whip-sword. From what I could see the enchanter was mediocre, nothing special, but still ahead of me.
For keeping my findings in both enchanting and alchemy, I had bought several books with blank pages. I had also bought some of the more interesting books that the merchants that visited us sold. They ranged from alchemy to martial arts. The books I had bought couldn’t be found in the Council library, and this I was sure on.
The books in the library was mostly written by the members of this tribe, past and present, with only a few written by foreigners. While all the books I had bought were from foreigners. But it wasn’t like I bought any book that I couldn’t use, I only bought books that would give me knowledge that the Council library couldn’t give me. For example in the alchemy books there was written things about plants that didn’t grow in this swamp, while the ones from the Council library only had about plants in the near vicinity.
After an hour of studying the enchantment I had nearly noted down every rune that were carved on the blade. The problem came from the runes that were carved inside the hilt. From my understanding, these runes were used to extend and retract the wire that connected the blade, while also ensuring that the blade would always be assembled correctly after use.
Having finished up, I decided to train a bit before going to sleep.
As always I practiced to combine both swordsmanship and whip-wielding, and I had nearly perfected it. Well, the basics at least. But just perfecting that would make the whip-sword a really dangerous weapon.
After a couple of hours of training, I ate some meat and went to sleep.
A week later…
A week has passed, and I finally became a full-fledged tribe mage. From now on people were allowed to come to me if they sought anything they couldn’t get themselves. More or less.
I began making potions and salves this morning, since having a stock is necessary if someone comes in badly wounded. Of course, they would have to pay, but only after, I have saved their life.
On top of that, I also expected a lot of customers since I was right next to the road and at the outskirts of the village.
Finishing another potion, I stopped making them for today.
For now, I would just have to let them stand for a week, allowing them to increase their effectiveness. And it was the same with the salves I had created.
The thing is that when creating potions, poisons and salves, most would need a week or two before they become completely effective. They can be used right after creation, but if you let them age a bit, the effectiveness would increase at least twice.
I had also created a poison or two, just to start my production of them and deepen my understanding. The easiest way to cure poison is if you have substantial knowledge about it. It also helped increase my general experience in alchemy, and give me more knowledge about the different herbs and such.
After equipping my armour, whip-sword and bag, I went out of my house.
Today I would travel to the elven city and look for ingredients, armour, weapons, books, and everything else that was necessary to increase my skills.
I would need the ingredients for my alchemy, armour and weapons for my enchanting, and books for just about everything.
On top of all that I also planned on looking for someone with knowledge in Shadow or Blood magic, if not both. I was extremely excited to learn some actual magic, which would strengthen my combat potential and give me more options when hunting.
I had almost no knowledge in either, other than Shadow magic manipulated shadows and Blood magic used blood and flesh in it. I don’t know if you sacrifice some blood or flesh, or if you manipulate it.
For now I started following the road.
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