Jett, accepting the vital security lead role without comment, vanished back into the Tallenwood gloom encircling their small, exposed riverbank clearing. His unseen presence guarding their perimeter was a necessary risk mitigation measure, allowing the rest of them, the core 'development team', to focus entirely on the urgent, near-impossible task. Transforming a collection of fish-scented firewood into something marginally capable of surviving rapids before nightfall or goblin discovery.
To William’s surprise, Sir Roland immediately took charge of the physical repairs, shedding his breastplate and vambraces with the ease of long practice. Beneath the knightly plate was practical leather and sheer, unexpected competence. He surveyed Herbert’s meagre cache, planks, rusty tools, congealing tar, not with disdain, but with the sharp, assessing eye of a craftsman evaluating available components.
“My father believed sons should learn more than courtly manners and sword forms,” Roland explained curtly, already selecting a plank and testing the edge of Herbert’s saw. He seemed almost self-conscious admitting it, yet his movements betrayed deep familiarity. “Managed the timber stands on our estates. Learned from the carpenters, the wainwrights. Self-sufficiency, he called it.” He began sawing, smooth, powerful strokes biting into the seasoned wood, the sound grating loudly in the tense quiet.
Recognizing the noise hazard instantly, Roland paused. “William, Caspian, moss, thickest you can find. Any spare leather scraps from packs.” Working quickly, they gathered materials, wrapping the head of Herbert’s hammer, muffling the saw handle, placing padding where Roland intended to drive nails. It slowed the work, demanding more precise force, but it drastically reduced the sharp, carrying sounds. Noise reduction protocols implemented, William logged internally. Trade-off: Increased task duration vs. Decreased detection probability. Acceptable compromise.
Roland worked with focused intensity, measuring twice, cutting once. He expertly diagnosed the boat’s critical weaknesses, a cracked rib near the stern, water-softened planks along the waterline, the dubious transom Jett had noted, and prioritized reinforcing them, sistering new wood alongside old, creating patches that looked brutally functional but felt surprisingly solid.
While Roland tackled the structural engineering, Julia found a quiet spot near the water's edge, sinking into a cross-legged meditative posture. The faint shimmer of mana gathering around her indicated she wasn't merely resting. She was actively replenishing her reserves, preparing for the immense focus and sustained drain the 'dynamic shielding' would require. System resource management: Julia optimizing mana pool pre-deployment, William noted. Critical component given anticipated high-demand operational phase. Their entire desperate plan balanced on her ability to maintain that shield under unimaginable pressure.
He and Caspian became Roland’s designated 'Tar Application Specialists'. The bucket’s contents were thick, black, and pungent with pine resin. Using crude wooden spatulas from Herbert's kit, they meticulously gooped the sticky substance into every visible seam, crack, and nail hole, aiming for a watertight seal. It was messy, frustrating work. Tar seemed to possess an almost magical affinity for gloves, clothes, and stray fingers. Note: Tar exhibits extreme adhesion. Recommend Class II protective gear for future handling. Caspian, despite his fine travel clothes acquiring significant black smears, worked with quiet diligence, occasionally asking Roland insightful questions about timber stress or joinery techniques, absorbing practical knowledge as eagerly as ancient lore. They also cut strips of spare canvas and leather, nailing them over patched areas for extra reinforcement under Roland’s guidance.
Slowly, painstakingly, the boat transformed. Still old, scarred, and indelibly smelling of fish, but the gaping wounds were sealed, the splintered sections patched, the structure visibly less precarious. Structural integrity assessment: Upgraded from 'Catastrophic Failure Imminent' to 'Potential Failure Under Severe Load'. Significant improvement. Progress.
As the sun dipped lower, painting the Tallenwood canopy in long strokes of orange and purple, Roland finally straightened, wiping sweat and tar from his brow. He surveyed their handiwork with a critical grunt that held a note of satisfaction. “It’s stronger,” he declared. “Strong enough? Gods only know. Julia, William, your phase.”
Julia rose, seemingly refreshed, mana humming faintly around her, though a subtle tension remained in her shoulders. She approached the boat, running a hand lightly over a newly patched section of the bow. “The physical repairs are sound, Roland,” she assessed. “But the underlying wood is still old. The Reinforce spell will be vital.” She turned to William. “As discussed. The spell creates a temporary localized shield of condensed mana, boosting resistance.” She touched the bow section. “Like this.”
Murmuring the incantation, she traced a rune. A faint, translucent blue field shimmered over a meter-square section of the hull, humming with contained power. “Maintaining this across the whole boat would drain me in minutes,” she reiterated. “Focusing it… the drain is manageable. Shifting it fast enough is the challenge.”
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“My challenge,” William confirmed, stepping forward, trying to project confidence he absolutely did not feel. Role: Spotter / Target Designator / Primary Input for Magical Defense System.
They began the practice runs. Roland, Caspian, and Jett (returned silently at some point, now leaning against a tree, observing) watched intently.
“Okay, Julia,” William started, scanning the placid river surface as if it were already a churning rapid. “Simulating entry into Hammer Falls! Current increasing… submerged rock, dead ahead, low! Reinforce bow, section one!”
Instantly, Julia’s hands flashed through the somatic component, voice whispering the incantation. The blue shimmer leaped from the side panel she’d been testing to the bow section just as William finished his call.
“Good latency!” William called out. Synchronization: Nominal. “Rock passed! Now, eddy pulling stern to port! Reinforce aft port quarter, section seven!”
Again, the shimmer shifted, flowing like liquid data to the designated spot. They continued, William calling increasingly complex, rapid-fire hypothetical hazards derived from Herbert’s description: “Cross-current hitting starboard beam! Section four!”, “Overhanging branch, potential impact high starboard! Section two!”, “Sudden drop! Reinforce keel and bow! Sections one and five simultaneously!”, “Multiple submerged hazards! Full forward arc reinforcement, pulse now!”
Initially, Julia lagged slightly, the shield solidifying a heartbeat after his call. Synchronization errors noted, William observed, activating EMMA just enough to track her mana fluctuations per shift and his call timing. Need to optimize input timing. Provide earlier vector warnings based on simulated velocity. He adjusted his rhythm, watching her hands, anticipating the spell formation time.
Slowly, they synced. His calls came fractionally earlier, her shield snapped into place with increasing precision just as the imagined impact occurred. It felt like debugging a critical real-time feedback loop, optimizing the connection between sensor (William/EMMA's analysis) and effector (Julia's magic).
Caspian watched, utterly enthralled. After a particularly smooth sequence, he stepped forward. “Julia… remarkable! The dynamic mana allocation, the focus control!” He hesitated, then asked earnestly, “Do you think… the basic Reinforce incantation… could I learn it? My practical skills are negligible, I know, but perhaps as backup? To shield a secondary area if needed? I wish to contribute more directly.”
Redundancy! Distributed load balancing! Excellent initiative, Your Highness! William internally cheered.
Julia considered. Teaching under pressure was risky, but Caspian’s theoretical knowledge was unparalleled, and even a weak secondary shield could be vital. “The core spell is simple enough, Your Highness,” she said carefully. “Mastering rapid application is the challenge. But yes… I can teach you the form and words. Practice while we finish loading.”
So, while Roland and Jett performed a final structural check and began carefully stowing their waterproofed gear, Julia patiently guided Caspian. The prince absorbed the theory instantly, reciting the incantation flawlessly, but his initial mana channelling produced only faint, sputtering wisps of blue. Theoretical understanding: High. Practical application: Requires significant development. Typical academic-to-practitioner curve. Still, backup was backup. Redundancy improved system resilience.
Finally, as twilight painted the sky in shades of bruised purple and fading orange, Roland declared them as ready as they were ever likely to be. He stood back, eyeing the patched, tar-smeared, slightly listing boat, their desperate hope against Hammer Falls.
William watched him, his own mind racing, processing the imminent, terrifying reality of the river journey. His role as spotter wasn't passive observation. It would require constant, high-level EMMA analysis, parsing Jett’s calls, tracking multiple potential impact vectors simultaneously, perhaps even running diagnostics on whatever lurked in Herbert's 'dark pools'. That meant sustained mana drain at peak load, far beyond the short bursts he'd managed so far. His current maximum pool of 106 felt dangerously thin for that kind of prolonged operational demand. He couldn't risk EMMA crashing, not when Julia's life, all their lives, depended on timely data.
There was only one way to significantly bolster his core system's endurance. He accessed his status display via EMMA, the notification blinking insistently: Unallocated Stat Points Available: 6. Resource allocation required, he decided instantly. Priority: Maximize operational duration of primary analytical system (EMMA). Optimal path: Increase relevant power attribute. With decisive mental command, he directed: Allocate 6 points to Magical Power. Confirm. The interface flashed acknowledgment: Magical Power: 20 -> 26. Maximum Mana Pool Recalculated: 106 -> 136. A solid thirty-point jump. It still felt like bringing a portable battery pack to power a supercomputer, but it was the best optimization available. Hopefully, that extra runtime translates to critical seconds when facing… whatever Hammer Falls throws at us. He dismissed the display just as Roland turned back to the group.
Roland hefted the heavy carpenter's hammer he'd used for the repairs, testing its weight. A distinctly mischievous, almost challenging, glint entered his eyes, cutting through his usual stern demeanour.
“Right then,” he announced, swinging the hammer experimentally. “Theory is fine. Practice drills are useful.” He grinned sharply at Julia and William. “But let's add some real-world validation before we trust our lives to it.” He stepped towards the boat's heavily patched bow section. “Stand back.”
He raised the hammer. “Let's see if William's 'dynamic shielding protocol' and Julia's magic hold up to unexpected kinetic impact testing, shall we?”
William Shard - Character Sheet
- Level: 3
- XP: 800 / 3000 (+500XP for repair + dynamic magic shielding solution, +300XP for boat repair activity)
- Titles:
- Novice Magic Analyst - Effect: +5% Mana Regeneration Rate
- Light Weaponized - Effect: +10% effectiveness to Light spells
- Class: Magic Analyst
Stats:
- Strength: 15
- Agility: 18
- Magical Power: 26
- Vitality: 15
- HP: 150
- Mana: 136
- Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Skills:
- Swordsmanship: Basic
- Magic (Conventional): Basic
- EMMA System: Basic
- Language (Averian Common): Basic
- Healing / Regeneration: ??? (Unknown - Nature Undefined)
Equipment:
- Longsword +2
- Wyvern Light Armour +2