Beside him on her sturdy mount, Julia seemed to exhale tension she’d likely held since they arrived in the capital. As the last city wall vanished from view, her shoulders lost their rigid set, dropping fractionally. A quiet sigh escaped her, almost lost in the rhythmic clopping of hooves, but William's passive EMMA monitoring tagged the shift instantly. Subject: Julia. Stress indicators decreasing. Posture relaxation: Significant (~20%). Respiration pattern normalizing. Hypothesis: Direct correlation between proximity to 'Blackcombe Variable' (familial political entanglement) and elevated anxiety metrics. Confirmed. He saw the worry lines around her eyes soften. The capital, with its potential observers and the suffocating gravity of her family name, had clearly been a constant, low-level resource drain. While Tallenwood presented a terrifyingly known threat, the political manoeuvring back home was an entirely different category of hostile algorithm. Add to backlog: Analyze Blackcombe dynamics upon mission completion (if applicable). Potential leverage/mitigation vector? Data insufficient. Priority: Low (pending survival). That problem wasn't resolved, merely deferred, a background process likely to demand critical attention later.
Their current operational plan, reinforced by Sir Roland before departure, was refreshingly straightforward, devoid of the capital's layered complexities. No intricate Gantt charts, just immediate objectives. William almost missed the comforting illusion of control a detailed plan offered, but quickly squashed the thought. In this dynamic threat environment, Roland's agile approach was the only sane one.
"Phase One: Proceed to Sharwood," Roland had reiterated, his voice steady, practical. "Closest entry to Tallenwood, best source for current intel on the siege and Dark Legion movements." His gaze swept over them. "Phase Two: Intel gathering. Jett leads, but all observations are crucial." Jett, leaning against a weapon rack, had given a barely perceptible nod. "Phase Three: Infiltration. We bypass the main force. Stealth is paramount. Rely on Jett's expertise and Tallenwood's terrain." He’d looked directly at William then. "Maintaining pace is non-negotiable." Acknowledged: Do not become the performance bottleneck. "Phase Four: Attempt contact near Lumenar's border via Jett's known points. Phase Five: Diplomacy." His gaze rested briefly on Caspian. "Persuade them." Direct, objective-focused, acknowledging uncertainty. Agile methodology applied to potential apocalypse mitigation, William summarized internally. Short sprints, iterative data gathering, adaptive execution. Makes sense when KPI includes 'minimize instances of being devoured'.
The journey south-east settled into a steady rhythm. The trade routes were dusty but well-maintained, winding through rolling hills under a wide, clear sky dotted with unfamiliar constellations at night. Roland pushed them at a brisk, ground-eating pace that spoke of urgency without courting exhaustion. For William, this period of relative calm, free from political intrigue and immediate combat trials, was a precious opportunity, bandwidth to observe, analyze, and most importantly, train.
He reactivated his internal project: 'Team Dynamic Analysis'. EMMA ran discreet background scans as he observed his companions. Sir Roland was the bedrock, the system firewall. Defensive metrics: High. Tactical discipline: High. Command style: Direct, low ambiguity. Stress response: Minimal. Robust, reliable, protocol-driven, built to withstand assault. Yet, William noted flashes of dry wit, usually aimed at Caspian's more outlandish theories, hinting at the man behind the Knight Captain persona.
Jett Shadowfox remained an enigma, a ghost process consuming minimal visible resources. Often ranging ahead or drifting behind, his movements were unnervingly silent, his eyes constantly scanning, processing information William couldn't even perceive. Subject: Jett. Data acquisition: Sporadic, difficult. Stealth metrics: Off the charts (estimated). Ranged proficiency (archery practice): Extreme accuracy/speed. Tactical preference: Ambush, evasion, long-range recon/engagement. Personality profile: Reserved, hyper-observant. Jett was the intrusion detection system, optimized for early warning and silent operation.
Prince Caspian, conversely, was an open-source library, enthusiastically sharing his vast knowledge. He frequently rode beside William, eager to dissect the 'photic overload' incident. His curiosity was infectious, treating William as a fellow researcher, not an F-Rank oddity. Subject: Caspian. Combat metrics: Low. Magical aptitude: Theoretical/Scholarly. Defensive enchantments: Moderate (passive items). Personality profile: High curiosity/intellect, low social hierarchy bias (positive), high verbal data output. Caspian was the domain expert, the knowledge base, surprisingly well-protected by passive enchantments, like a critical server with good automated defences. A bond formed, William’s analytical approach intriguing Caspian, while Caspian’s lore provided invaluable context beyond EMMA's raw data.
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“If the mana acts as a wave function within the focus medium,” Caspian mused one afternoon, sketching diagrams in the air, “then exceeding the resonant frequency might induce destructive interference, releasing the potential energy not as light, but as a focused kinetic pulse! Theoretically, of course!”
William blinked. “Uh, my working model was more basic hydraulics, Your Highness. Exceed pipe pressure rating, pipe bursts. Rapid energy release due to catastrophic component failure.” Need better technobabble analogies for magical principles.
Amidst observing the team, William pursued his own upgrade path: Mana Capacity Expansion. The methodology, derived from ancient texts and validated by his own near-disastrous trial, was brutal. Push mana reserves to the brink, recover, repeat. During rest stops, while others checked gear or tended to horses, William sat apart, eyes closed, running complex EMMA visualizations or repeatedly casting the minor 'Force Dart' and 'Mana Barrier' spells Julia and Caspian were teaching him. He’d push until the familiar headache and dizziness signalled imminent depletion, EMMA’s mana gauge flashing red below 10%, then abruptly cut off, focusing on the slow, arduous recovery process, feeling ambient mana trickle back into his reserves like charging a massive battery with a single solar cell. It was high-intensity interval training for the soul, risky and unpleasant.
After nearly four days, during a recovery meditation, he felt it, that subtle internal give, like a partition being resized. He checked EMMA. Maximum Mana Capacity: 106 / 106. Another point. Analysis: Pattern suggests ~1 point gain per 2-3 full depletion/recovery cycles. Progress rate: Slow, but measurable. Diminishing returns anticipated. He was still leagues behind Julia, but it was tangible progress, quantified and confirmed. Self-improvement KPI trending positive.
On the fifth day, the terrain shifted. Rolling hills gave way to rougher ground, the air grew heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the distant tree line thickened into the dark, imposing mass of Tallenwood Forest. They were approaching Sharwood.
Jett, scouting ahead, suddenly materialized from the trees bordering the track, not with his usual fluid silence, but with an abruptness that screamed alert. He raised a clenched fist, the pre-arranged signal for halt and caution.
Roland reined in instantly, his hand dropping to his sword hilt. “Report!”
Jett didn’t speak, just pointed grimly towards the valley ahead, where the town of Sharwood should be nestled amongst the hills.
William urged his horse forward, straining his eyes. And saw it. A thick, greasy column of black smoke climbing steadily into the clear blue sky, utterly alien against the green landscape. It wasn't the gentle plume of hearth fires, it was the unmistakable signature of widespread destruction.
A sharp gasp came from Julia beside him, her hand flying to her chest, the relief she'd found upon leaving Aver instantly evaporating, replaced by stark fear. “Sharwood…”
Caspian had gone pale, his scholarly curiosity extinguished by raw apprehension.
Roland’s face hardened into a mask of grim efficiency. “Goblins? Or something worse?” he muttered, scanning the smoke column. “We need eyes on it. Now.” His gaze locked with Jett, then swept across the rest of the tense group. “Approach and investigate. Cautious but rapid. Jett, find us cover. Everyone else, weapons readied. Assume hostile contact.”
The steady rhythm of the journey shattered into urgent preparation. Hooves pounded dusty earth as they spurred their horses forward, breaking into a controlled gallop towards the ominous beacon. The pillar of smoke grew larger, starker with every stride, promising disaster in the Sharwood valley. Situation critical, William thought, pushing mana into EMMA, activating external threat sensors, overlaying tactical data onto his vision. Query: Analyse smoke plume composition, origin point, detect hostile signatures. The initial readings were fragmented, but grim.
William Shard - Character Sheet
- Level: 2
- XP: 200 / 2000 (+200 from mana usage practice)
- 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: 20
- Vitality: 15
- HP: 150
- Mana: 106 (+1 from continual mana usage / training)
- Unallocated Stat Points: 3
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