14th of Patchwall, 6pm, Arbor-Portum
Meager awoke, washed, dressed and ate a quick breakfast before leaving his temporary room in the Moon Wing House. He met Icarus and Emerys in the hall, minutes later they had collected Gemma and were on their way back to embassy. A pattern was quickly developing, explore a few rooms, then study, take a break, more study, eat lunch and share findings then repeat.
Meager cracked his little knuckles and sighed as he continued his research learning as much as he could about Arbor Embassy
The Embassy wasn’t yet safe enough for them to stay in, but what a wealth of knowledge, he was still only a third of the way through The Coronation of the King .
This was hard, harder than anything else, she felt naked without her pistols, and useless; Meager and Emerys seemed content to sit and read, and though that was interesting; she was concerned. Should she be working on her EAT? What of her sister? What if she left Eiradun before she returned? Gemma tried her best to study, but found herself restless and pacing more often than not.
It felt odd to be given free reign within a Waylen Embassy, everything he had ever be taught suggested he should not be in here, he should not be reading these books, and yet Meager eagerly offered them, heck Meager could not even read his own language. A nibble of doubt began to grow within Icarus… what if he was wrong, what if Meager was not truly a Waylen, maybe he was an awakened mouse, or worse, a former familiar masquerading… he used the Weave right… Icarus had seen it happen, he had to be a Waylen… right? What about Emerys? The Lord of Balance… he seemed pretty sure that he didn’t want to be called that… that this was not him… but he was a druid right? And not a Suzuki, could he have been wrong? Things went so wrong at the Eiradon Embassy, he had followed the prophecy though, he had brought the Lord of balance and the final Waylen there… why hadn’t Shepard been defeated? Had he missed something? He hoped not… they were here now, in Arbor-Portom … it would not be long before he would have to stand before the King and explain himself, the Captain could only deflect questions for so long, and then would have to explain that He had returned… did a Waylen and the Lord of Balance make up for his transgressions? Likely… but what about a Waylen who wasn’t a Waylen and a Lord of Balance who doesn’t think he is? What does that earn him? The little Clava shuddered and passed Meager another book, willing the Guard Mouse to study faster and become the master he needed him to be.
16th of Patchwall 10:30pm, Eiradun
Anya looked at Clyde and openly wept, she felt physically weak, it would take rest to gain her strength back, but her mind was already firing away. It felt like someone had gone into her head and scooped out a thick useless sludge that had muddled her thoughts and processes. She looked down now at the sloppy attempt at a tracheotomy using tree sap and a whistle… maybe on NZT she could have saved him, would have remembered key facts about anatomy and dwarves, about the consistency of tree sap, or the creation of the whistle, or of what other resources she could have used, maybe she could have saved him, but in all honesty looking at him now and critically reevaluating what had happened, she had gotten there too late and her friend had died. She laid the small Dwarf beside the small Honalian and looked at them, Dentoni Amanda had not minced her words and again the painful tears of loss came to her. A gentle repose spell had failed, the spell did not recognize them as bodies, did not see them as vessels that were tethered to a soul; a simple raise dead would be highly unlikely to work, she would likely need a Resurrection Spell, or perhaps even a True Resurrection Spell; rare enough to start with. He mind on its own accord began to puzzle though the problem.
Eiradon is a large city, population between nine and twelve thousand, on a trade way within a county that had another four thousand people in. The trade way connected the city to a large Empire that had a population that was pushing almost half a million. Within the Dwarven Empire right now, based on her readings and interaction so far, she would hypothesize that the chances of meeting a cleric of Hithilum was maybe 1 in 210… no probably be closer to 1 in 200, meaning that the entire Empire likely hosted approximately 2,500 clerics of Hithilum. Now a cleric who can cast above the fifth circle is pretty rare, maybe 1 in 150 clerics attain the ability to cast the fifth circle; extrapolating from there one could predict that maybe 1 in 500 reach the 7th circle, and that perhaps 1 in 700 could attain the capabilities to reach the 9th circle. When you put it all together that would mean that in the Dwarven Empire the number of clerics or Hithilum who could cast a “Raise Dead” spell, was approximately 16.6, if one felt lucky they could round that up to 17. Following the earlier thought process the number of clerics who could cast a “Resurrection” spell, was probably only five, and those that could cast a “True Resurrection” was likely only 3.5, likely safer to round that one down to 3.
She smiled for a brief moment amazed at the amount she had remembered and extrapolated from growing up in religious households. When you take out the tragic nature of the premise this was starting to become a very interesting problem. Now, one might be a little put down at the thought of only having 17 individuals who can cast clerical magic of a level needed. Sadder still if you note that it could be significantly less, when one measured the size of the dwarven holdings and gave and equal probable chance of a cleric being in each area, the math was incredibly unfavorable… she scratched away at most of a notebook working out the figures. It had been the better part of three hours when insight stuck, the variables oh, such wonderful variables, variables were, key, if the original math had not been so much fun, such a pleasant distraction she likely would have noted sooner, clerics were not planted equally through the land, or even sprinkled across cities based on population, though that certainly was part of it. What about the fact that some cities only had churches and shrines, and others carried temples. A quick trip down the hall to a map of Eiradon confirmed for her that Eiradon had a temple to Hithilum. She got up and headed down the hall, it took some work to convince the Dentoni to allow her to enter the library after hours, from there she quickly found several books on the clerical rights, and history of Hithilum.
Wow four hours can fly by when one is reading dwarven clerical texts on ancient rights and rituals. She had not known that the ratio of male to female clerics who can caste within the 4th circle or higher was tilted 62% towards males… not really relevant but interesting none the less. What was relevant was that one must be able to cast at least the 3rd circle to operate a shrine; at least within the 5th circle to operate a church… and one must be able to cast at least within the 6th circle to operate a temple. She grinned to herself feeling like she’d made good progress so far. Now for the next phase, IF she wanted to gamble on a “Raise Dead” spell, the Dentoni said that the costs varied from church to church. Her research indicated that component wise she could expect that a 5000gp diamond would be required, as well as some level of conviction that Clyde was a believer or worshiper of Hithilum. Anya was relatively certain she could convince someone of Clydes devotion. 5000 Silver Crowns (in dwarven currency, likely what they would want,) however… or 5000 Gold Spirals, that was another story. This was all still assuming that the Cleric was willing to do it at cost, and not charge a service for the church, based on what she had read unless you were a member of the church and known by the cleric that could be another two to three thousand spirals… this was getting expensive. And that was all of IF she wanted to gamble… would it be better to be sure? OK so… assuming she could find a cleric that could do it, a Resurrection or a True Resurrection stood a much better chance of success, that was 10,000 Silver Crowns or 25,000 Silver Crowns respectively. This still presumed that no cost from the church would be levied beyond the cost of components, if it did she was looking at double or maybe tripled those costs. There was also the issue that Resurrections and True Resurrections were usually saved reserved for the very devote or those on holy quests. From what she had read, it would be a much harder sell to convince them to bring Clyde back with these spells, this was not an endeavor to take on without NZT. Still there was a course of action to be followed and possibilities to solve this issue, Clyde was at least achievable academically anyway. Her eyes drifted to her dearly departed Bronwyn, this would be a lot harder.
Bronwyn was Honalain and had been rather clear in her lack of respect or love for many of the deities. If she was a worshiper of a religion she had never let Anya know of it. What churches would raise someone who did not worship them. Another quick trip down to the library caused her to delve into a wider search on religions. The time was fascinating, though unclear, it required a lot of extrapolating and guessing on church edicts. She came across two right away before crossing them off, they made the list at all only for completions sake… both the Church of Talib and Cthulhu would likely be willing to strike a deal, not one that Anya was ready to cast her friend into… yet. What about Pan, free wheeling and free love? He was not strict, but required at least token worship? The Everlast? Kind of all over the place, really hard to tell any of his edicts from the writings. He might be a solid start but he had not temples in Eiradun, just shrines, the odds of finding a cleric of his, powerful enough to cast such spells… that math had a lot of decimals. She could appeal to the church of Selwyn, or Anamachara, claim that Bronwyn had been a strong women cut down by a man all too early and had unfinished business. That was not necessarily untrue… it might be worth a try. Anya scratched her head, she was sure the cost of the spells would be much higher for a non-believer, and likely have a lower chance of success. That meant gambling with a raise dead was near pointless with Bronwyn. Anya would need to go with either a resurrection, or more likely a true resurrection… that complicated price, and the likelihood of finding a caster. To top all of this off it didn’t help that she was not a practitioner of any of these religions either, from what she had read that wouldn’t help her in bargaining at all… she let out a huge sigh feeling the weight of the world on her as the figures and ideas continued to swirl through her head, she reached out and grabbed more paper, it was going to be a long night.