Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave laid in bed, staring up at the bronze hand mirror he’d once so loathed owning.

Traits: [Tall], [Black Blooded], [Intelligent], [Magic Affinity (High)], [Insomniac], [Blessing of Supersession (MAX)]

Skills: [Elemental Magic (C) {LOCKED}], [Blood Magic (C) {LOCKED}], [Healing Magic (C) {LOCKED}], [Illusion Magic (C) {LOCKED}], [Warding Magic(C) {LOCKED}], [Druidic Magic (C) {LOCKED}], [Inscription (E)], [Imbuing (E)]

Two accursed traits that had plagued him ever since he’d arrived at this place were now completely absent. Something else had taken their place—something glorious and black and bloody. He might’ve been alarmed by the giant words reading ‘LOCKED’ beside every rank of magic he’d learned but he’d been expecting such a thing. His magic pool had diminished significantly—he was only capable of casting spells of D-rank, now.

“What does it say?” questioned Anneliese.

“It says things that make me very, very happy,” Argrave answered, setting the mirror beside him on the bed. “Hot damn. I want to dance.” He cleared his throat. “‘When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway,’” he sung.

Anneliese smiled. “You are just as bad as singing as last time.”

Argrave laughed. “I know, I know—I’ve got no talent, I’m flat. But do you know what I am talented at? Or rather, will be?” Argrave pointed a finger.

“I can think of some,” she nodded.

“Flattering statement, little lady,” Argrave lowered his finger. “Henceforth, I will grow as a mage with ridiculous speed. Unprecedented. My magic will replenish faster than you can blink. I can diminish it just as fast, repaying that massive magic debt I accrued at Sethia. I suspect that’ll happen before we even leave this place. Each time I do this cycle, it’ll grow a little larger, a little larger...” Argrave held his fingers close together, and then widened them. “Before long, I won’t even need the Blessing of Supersession. My magic pool will be larger.” Argrave paused, then recanted, “Alright, that’s one hell of an exaggeration. But still!”

Anneliese moved to sit on the bed. “Your emotions are returning. Does that mean…?”

Argrave nodded. “I wasn’t being delusional. I feel it coming on. It’s like…” Argrave paused. “You remember, when you were young, you’d feel this weird aching, throbbing, in your legs? Growing pains, some called them.”

She looked to her legs, thinking, and then nodded. “I think so,” she confirmed.

“Well, it’s like that… but all over,” Argrave moved his hands around, touching various places. “And… it’s getting worse.”

“Things have only just begun,” a voice echoed throughout the room.

The Alchemist stepped inside. Argrave clammed up immediately and focused his gaze on the returned giant. Anneliese stood from the bed, coming to attention, yet remained quiet otherwise. The bed shook with every step he took.

Soon enough, he came to stand over Argrave’s four-poster bed, his upper half concealed by the bedframe. He held his hand out, and the fingers retracted within. A great eye opened on the now-fingerless palm. The gray pupil shone with spell matrixes, darting about and scanning Argrave’s body. Anneliese stepped back, startled, then bravely stepped back and sat beside Argrave.

“If I were to open your chest once again, we might see the heart working. Blood enters it normally and exits changed. Insignificant, now, but in time it will all be replaced. Black Blooded.”

much. If you do not, you will be eaten from within and die. Avoid biting your tongue from the pain—be cautious of seizures, too.” The Alchemist rubbed his fingers together. “In addition, waste will be forcibly expelled from the body. At the peak, I suspect you will begin sweating, vomiting, and defecating blood. It will leave no lasting damage, I suspect. In addition, your skin, hair, and nails may fall off, regrow. I am uncertain of this. All test subjects and chimeras die by

Argrave swallowed.

all adapt to the changes in time. Bones will grow larger, gain strength. Your muscles will exhibit no visible changes, but they will morph as well. Your organs will become

become better. Exemplar, muscle growth: the same effort will produce tremendously improved results. Alcohol, poisons, and many potions will dissolve from the intensity of the magic in your blood.” The Alchemist flipped through Argrave’s written report, reading as he spoke. “Infection and disease become impossibilities. Wounds will heal better, and faster,” he continued. “That same principle wards

to keep noting these things. You will describe what occurs within, daily, and continue to be subject to my scrutiny. In return, you will receive my continued tolerance of your presence within my home

“Any rules

needlessly. Beyond that, my other

set the book back down on the nightstand and left, his exit jarringly abrupt. The both of them sat in stunned silence for a long while. Eventually, Argrave took a deep breath and

much better than lawyers

other condition?” Anneliese questioned, ignoring his little

my larynx,” Argrave explained,

“Larynx?” she repeated.

held a hand to his throat. “Lets me talk.

him. “How

trailed off. “Loud enough to annoy

simple enough thing to combat. I will make sure no sound gets

what did you feel

explained. “It is more of reading their body, their face, than something external. I cannot read animals, nor things drastically different from humans or elves. The only reason I was able to read those creatures in the Low Way was because their basis was human. And… I cannot read him. His movements are all far too

nodded. “That’s fine. Still, I was hoping for something to make this nonsense less

“I vowed that absolutely nothing would go wrong. And I will be

reassured by that, knowing they were more than empty words coming from her. “No sight of Galamon

saw nothing of them. It is a vast jungle, granted, but I did not think it dangerous. And I did not think they would not care about your wellbeing…” She shook her head. “I will go look for them, if you wish it. I can fetch more to

take that away,” Argrave clenched the blankets tight. “But

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refuse,” said the Alchemist, plainly and

Garm held in Galamon’s hand. Though the area had been clean and tidy when Argrave left barring some misplaced books, it was now strewn with innumerable books

Garm questioned against his

his nose up into the air, and vague cracks echoed out

I have interest in,” he said plainly, though his voice was noticeably lower in pitch. “A necromantic creation that retains its sentience, retains its soul in toto,

on his feet, looking to Garm in

allow

one recovers. A process taking a month at most. Insufficient time to draw my interest enough to do as you wish,” the Alchemist concluded, staring

have other things to offer,” Garm continued. “Spells of the Order of the