《Journal of an Adventurer》Epilogue of The Great Spoon Heist
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Journal Entry Three continued…
Twenty-fifth of Harvest, 1007 FK.
So that was Pela’s interview. It took some time for her to come to terms with this new power, but with WayWocket’s help, she tapped into controlling her magiks.
The next morning I was late for training, but taking a bolt to the shoulder was not a pleasant experience. It would not be my last.
Count Darel was informed about everything by Klaus. Over the next few months, he gained patronage from the Count and new business, using his cheap but fantastic new alloy on many different goods. Way called it ‘Merrin’s Silver’ after the town. More affordable for the middle class.
After I recovered, Kilroy informed me that I would be entering the Hall Championship, as he thought I would be ready. There was one clause: no drinking.
When I heard that, I thought it the worst punishment of all time, but I thank my Sword-Master now for his patience and fortitude.
I thought I had it in the bag until I found out that Stillwater was entering as well. I was not happy.
I learned the basics of Western Broadsword, dirk and targe and I took them everywhere with me. I will never forget my targe or shield again.
J.Q.
WayWocket Workbook #1405
Hypothesis one fully supported by the evidence and data collected. Now my new lab is set up, I have many ideas to compile.
1. Make an affordable version of the silver testing solution and register a patent with Engineering University.
a) After trial and error, dry baking Chromite with caustic potash = a better way to create equivalent to Lópezite crystal.
2. Create a safe way to make alloy and remove toxicity of copper without compromising mixture. Once fusion perfected, all notes to be turned over to Klaus Handwerk for ownership of Lab.
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a) The found ratio of copper, nickel and zinc = three to one.
b) First attempt to bond small silver layer to overcome copper toxicity needs more research.
3. Start training Pela in arcane magiks, as she has become awakened. Have noticed signs over last week or so. Now to teach her to channel and focus. Will take time.
a) Pela’s magiks are instinctual. Only through learning control over emotion can she master magiks.
b) After Pela burned down part of the lab, glad I incorporated fire removal system. Found her abilities swing towards heat and flame. Not very subtle—will continue to work on control.
4. Finding treatment in conjunction with Gunnar to treat people from Wilted Flower’s building. Since the arrest, twenty people discovered seriously ill, with Hypoxia and other lung-related conditions. Nearly a quarter died, the rest sent to Einion to Grand Hospital of the Green. Put into a hypometabolic state for their protection by Abbot Kamil.
This will be enough for the next few months of projects.
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