《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 321
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The teleportation plant got here really early, apparently, there was some freak incident involving the plant that caused them to teleport a long way in the right direction, cutting off a day and a half off of the journey. I learned the plant is called Portweed, because Port from Teleport and weed because it grows like weeds in a certain cave that happens to have twice the amount of ambient mana compared to average. That last part is what made it so expensive to transport, it is expensive to pay enough mages to double the average ambient mana for long enough to move it someplace. Luckily I won’t have to worry about that so much, this area has about one and a half times the ambient mana compared to average. Mostly due to luck, but also partially due to my grove producing mana at a faster rate than the average grove, which is my fault. Unfortunately, my core doesn’t produce enough to make a sizeable impact.
Honestly, my enthusiasm for this plant has been curbed a bit, yeah it would be interesting to see what I can do with teleportation, but I can’t really get much use out of it. I can’t exactly teleport out of my grove. I am much more excited about Luck Blossom, simply because of the challenge it represents.
I spent the day working with Portweed, but tomorrow I am going to return to working with Luck Blossom.
I figured out pretty quickly how to control where you would teleport as a result, which is apparently what alchemists use it for, making potions that let you teleport where you want. Apparently, the potions let you do that over and over until the effect wears off, and it doesn’t last long. With a couple tweaks I was even able to teach a goblin volunteer how to use it, though not well, and not without consuming all of his mana. I could easily turn this into a magic item that any competent mage could use in an emergency. It is practically instant to use, but it is very mana intensive. I could make it more efficient, but it would take at least a week's worth of work for me to be satisfied. Also, any mage that has skill in teleportation would be able to do better regardless of how well I make it, simply because they would have no need for an intermediary. A future project I guess. In the meantime I will keep an item like this on me, it might save my life.
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I wasn’t able to figure out how to make it teleport something to a fixed location, but I did figure out that it is possible, just not in a day's worth of work. The best I got today was consistently teleporting a rock in a straight line, with no control over distance, or vice versa, teleporting a rock a fixed distance with no control over direction.
I also checked in on the training experiment I have running, starting to show results but not enough to judge anything.
Other than that I hung out with Tiddol and Talus today. Roughly nine days till Tiddol gives birth, and she definitely looks it. I have never seen someone with such a huge gut, even goblin mothers growing a brood of a dozen don’t look that big, even taking into account relative body size. Tiddol assures me that it means their healthy, they just grew a lot more in the womb than average because of her mana access.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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