Linika meets a child with peculiar interests.
Stronghold of education and learning, this fortress is in one of the coldest areas of Idalos and home to many knowledge seekers in a variety of disciplines. However, unknown to most, below the city are those who suffer for the sake of science. While all are welcome, not everyone will be treated as they expect.
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20th Trial of Vhalar, 715th arc
Linika cursed quietly. She had hoped that achieving employment in the Infirmary would mean an end to menial, freezing-cold errand running and digging in the ice. This had been the very sort of work she'd wanted to put behind her when she'd accepted Virikai's offer. She had managed to get herself placed in the facility, with a legitimate, but secretly self-inflicted wound, in time to offer a solution to a sabotage-based problem initiated by Virikai. By doing so, she had impressed a few of the right people, at the right time, with the right skills. They had generously looked past her Naerikk heritage to give her a job there.
She had yet to learn what Virikai had to gain from the arrangement. He may have just wanted to enjoy a good laugh at the irony of her gaining entrance to the prestigious institution, only to continue doing grunt work; but she doubted it. Not only did he seem like a person who was utterly incapable of actually enjoying anything, he did NOT seem like the type to be generous. She did not hold this against him though. It made perfect sense to her. She had no doubt some return favor would eventually rear its ugly head.
And it was not as if she'd had some delusion that she would not be low woman on the stack. She had expected to have to pay her dues. But she now wondered now if the drudge work she'd been doing before Virikai came by had been for the benefit of the medical facility all along. It seemed as if she was doing much of the same stuff, in the same locations. And some of her co-workers were the same people as well.
With that in mind, she decided she should be appreciating this change of pace, rather than brooding about it. At least she was going to a new area today. She was being sent to a glacial plateau overlooking the city. There was a certain symbolic satisfaction in the fact that she would be "looking down" on the city. But the normally frigid temperature would only be compounded by the wind and elevation. She re-wrapped her scarf and resettled her collar against the anticipated cold as she started up the trail.
Her task was to secure a few of the ice worms that could sometimes be found in the freezing corpses of dead animals at high elevations. Naturally, this included humanoid animals. But Linika was not looking or hoping to come across any dead humans. She would admittedly be less concerned to find one or more dead eidisi, but that could be scandalous for one of her kind. She would surely be accused of having murdered whoever it was she found.
But fortunately, there were no dead bodies in the heights when she got there, winded by the effort of climbing. At first, it looked like there was nothing but ice and rocks. This was pretty much what she expected to find. The worms were not easy to find, and were quite valuable. They were used to make a medicine to reduce bodily temperatures in a hurry. Linikas was aware that they could be made into a more condensed form that was a lethal poison. She did not actually know how to make this toxin yet, but hoped this chore may give her an introduction to it.
She suddenly realized she felt upbeat about this errand now. She settled down to close scrutiny of the surface now, looking for buried remains of any creatures that might contain ice worms. It was not easy, considering the many layers of clothing she was enveloped in. She was a bundle of fur, leather and lining, swinging a sizable case of digging and clearing gear, as she made her way slowly across open flats of wind-chilled ice.
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|Generalised Knowledge || [/color]xxxxxx || Specialised Knowledge |
|Creature: Ice Worms || [/color]xxxxxx || Ice Worms: Found in Corpses|
| || [/color]xxxxxx || Infirmary: Drudge Work|
| [/color]xxxxxx || Virikai: His Motivations?|
|Loot & Losses || [/color]xxxxxx || Injuries |
|Four Ice Worms || [/color]xxxxxx || |
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I mean… it was
supposed to be a collaborative story until Aespa left us.. that’s why I’m being generous on Collaboration. And my generosity extends to a couple of worms of your own, given for your foraging efforts at the end there.
As always, a pleasure to read… even if there wasn’t much of it
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