HBWnovel Chapter 17: The Carnival
Chapter 17: The Carnival
Chapter 17: The Carnival
Chapter 17 The Carnival
Freya wore her new blue birthday dress with blue ribbons and looked adorable. I had secreted coins into the bottom of my new backpack with some drinks. My belt pouch contained four gold, a few silver, and large coppers. I also had Wigand’s book and planned to return it to him. I hoped to be able to sneak away during the carnival to finish my business with Wigand today.
On the road to the city, Freya said she first wanted to see the play Ashton’s Valor. It was a common ballad about a woman who became a knight and rescued her true love. It was two hours long, but the other kids in town told Freya it was awesome. After that, she wanted to play some of the games for prizes or, more precisely, have Gareth or me win her some prizes. Then she wanted to go to the beast menagerie with various monsters and beasts from the lands throughout the Sphere. Then she wanted to see one of the magicians perform real magic. To top off her birthday, she wanted to get a ride on the unicorn, which Gwen had not been able to do. Also, if time permits, she wanted to see the baby dragon. I doubted it was a real dragon. Probably just a drake hatchling or common lizard.
As we got to the city, there was a massive airship sitting in the fields just outside of the city. The massive vessel made me think of Noah’s ark from its prodigious size. Painted on the side in the sizeable familiar script was The Wonders of the Sphere, Traveling Carnival. Surrounding the airship was a tent city. Around the tent city was a short wooden fence. It was a fantastic sight covering maybe a half mile square (800 m). In addition to the carnival airship, several visible airships and skyships were docked inside the city limits, with more coming and going. Freya answered the question before I asked, “They are only performing here. The Triumvirate is just allowing them one week to put on their shows for some stupid security reason. But it has brought thousands of people from all over Skyholme, even nobles from the capital!”
I looked at the people milling about around the tents. Even from here, I could see half a dozen Wolfguard escorting important-looking people in finery and a large array of clothing from low to high born. Freya pointed, “Look, the Blackguard!” I turned to see a Wolfguard in a trim black leather uniform outside the fenced area. Freya continued, “There are supposedly three hundred Blackguards in the city to keep the peace and watch the performers. At least, that is the rumor. Gwen said she counted no less than fifty when she was here two days ago, but that is probably a lie.” Well, anything Gwen said was a lie, according to Freya.
We reached the fence gate where people were entering. We saw hawkers for food and souvenirs from around the sphere as we approached the crowd. Others were walking advertisements for the various large tents that housed specific shows.
The paths were getting crowded, but Freya led us straight to a ticket vendor and I gave him a shiny gold, which the man licked before returning me 30 tickets, nine large silver, and seven silver coins. Freya then dragged us to one of the larger tents with a big advertisement on it for the performance of Ashton’s Valor. It cost us three tickets each to enter. Inside there was a large stage set up and seating for maybe five hundred people.
A quick inquiry had the next show starting in 40 minutes. We were early and learned the front row, where we first tried to sit, was considered ‘principal’ seating by the young elf male who was acting as an usher.
Those seats were larger, padded, and right in front of the stage but cost ten tickets each. Freya gave me her puppy dog eyes, and I gave the elf usher three silver coins for the center front-row seats. Soon after we had sat down, the stands behind us started to fill quickly, and you could hear the hawker outside yelling the countdown to the start of the show.
A young woman in finery sat next to me and looked me over before holding her nose up and trying to avoid acknowledging my presence. A man I assumed was her father sat next to her. Freya was between me and Gareth, and I decided to make the best of the situation by ignoring the young woman and enjoying myself.
I ordered us drinks and a snack. The drink ended up being a ginger beer, nonalcoholic, that was chilled and quite good after you got past the bite. The snack was salted caramelized nuts, but I couldn’t place what kind of nuts through the salt and sweetness. Gareth ordered some meat on a stick which I paid for as well, and the meat reminded me of sweet teriyaki chicken but chewier during consumption.
Soon the show did start, and I turned briefly to the stands behind us to find every seat had been filled. I counted fifty luxury seats and estimated another 500 other seats. So that would be around two gold per show they netted, plus more for the food and drinks. I had spent one silver and six large copper alone on snacks and drinks. They did four shows a day, so maybe this troupe netted ten gold a day? My musings ended as the show got underway.
The show was put on entirely by elves. They had many varying body types, like humans. These elves were mostly slender, at least the ones that were in the cast. They also did have a unique charisma to them. The lead actor was a gorgeous elven woman with dark hair and aquamarine eyes. She was very good at her part and drew you in when she spoke. Actually, all the actors were excellent. The play was similar to a modern performance of Shakespeare, except they had the added benefit of illusion magic for special effects. I could see the two elven mages casting spells far off-stage. In all, there were maybe 20 elves in the troupe. I scolded myself for putting effort into sorting the behind-the-scenes work. I returned to focus on just enjoying the performance.
The play was two hours, but definitely worth it. It had a lot of romance, comedy, action, and magical special effects to entertain the audience. The cast got a standing ovation when it ended. As we were leaving, Gareth was clearly smitten by the lead elf woman. He kept staring back at her as we were getting ready to leave. Well, his teenage hormones were starting to kick in.
Being in the front row, we got the unexpected extra benefit of meeting the five leads in the cast as we were leaving. This made Freya ecstatic, and I was sure she would be bragging to Gwen non-stop about it. The young woman who sat next to me handed one of the male actors a large silver and complimented him on his performance, and she had that same infatuation look Gareth had for the lead actress.
I guess it was normal to tip actors? I used my ability on the lead elf woman.
Niserie Imiduis
Elf Female
Age 148
Disposition: Indifferent
I pulled out a shiny gold coin and handed it to the lead woman with a slight flourish so the snobby girl who sat next to me could see, “Your performance was marvelous, Niserie. My friend, Gareth, and sister, Freya, greatly enjoyed the show.” I said with respect, giving a partial bow. “Please accept this coin on behalf of your entire troupe.” Yes, I was trying to be spiteful to the young woman who had looked down on me; she gave just a large silver in appreciation! Well, here is a gold coin worth ten times that amount!
“Not today Wigand. I just don’t have the coins,” I walked into the aisle where his magical references were located. He followed my movements and the other six patrons in the store. It took a few minutes for me to find the book I was looking for, Introduction to Your Magic Skill Affinity. I read the text over a year ago. It mostly described the 23 magic skill spheres and how having a tier one or tier two affinity affected your practice of spells within that sphere. I found the passage I was looking for near the end.
If you are fortunate enough to be bestowed with a tier-two skill affinity in a magic sphere you will most likely be able to imprint spells for a lower cost. It is generally accepted that a tier 2 spell can be imprinted for the cost of a tier 1 spell. Tier 3 spells can be imprinted for the cost of a tier 2 spell. Reducing the cost of tier 4 spells requires higher skill affinity than tier 2. It should also be noted that even with a skill affinity of two, mages are not always successful in reducing imprinting costs. You should purchase a high-quality spellbook with good spell forms to ensure a successfully reduced-cost imprinting. Spellbooks from dungeons are highly suggested as they always ensure a reduced spell cost.
I read the passage twice before returning it to the shelf. I was uncertain if this was an attempt by the conglomerate that made spell books to get new mages to purchase more expensive spell books or if it was, in fact, true. I would have to either try it or find someone to advise me.
I slipped out the front door while Wigand was busy with another customer who was paying for two books. I was not planning to return to Wigand’s store anytime soon.
I made my way down the street, and my focus was split on thinking and avoiding traffic. I was suddenly shoved strongly into an alley. I swore in disbelief. I hadn’t been paying enough attention and was going to give the idiot a piece of my mind. There were five boys my age blocking the exit to the street concourse. I recognized all of them. I crawled deeper into the alley before scrambling to my feet. This was not good. I reached down, yes, my knife was on my hip, drew it, and took a defensive stance.
A larger shadow filled the mouth of the alley, and I was screwed. Wait...he wore a city guard uniform. A smug grin came on my face as I said, “Don’t look behind you boys, but you all are done for.” The red-haired boy laughed. Soon I could see why. The guard was also red-haired and shared features of the gang leader. Fuck.
Ok, Storme. Pull your shit together. I positioned my body and feet with the blade. All the boys produced clubs except the red-haired boy who had that stupid short iron blade I had made in our first encounter. Not to worry, I told myself. They had range, but I had the skill and better movement speed. Three of them could come at me at most, and I would just have to injure one quickly. The guard turned his back to the alley, probably making sure no one disturbed his brother’s mugging.
I had been gaining more and more confidence as the boys refused to advance. I mean, I thought I looked pretty confident. Callem had taught me well with a sword; a dagger was just a really shorter sword. Two of the boys smirked. Go time was coming. Then I heard a scraping of a hard shoe on a stone behind me. I turned in time to see a girl swing a club. My quick feet sidestepped, and the club barely touched my shoulder. My dagger slashed her arm as I moved behind her, putting her between me and the advancing boys. The girl was tough; she dropped the club but didn’t cry out. She moved to the side and let the boys pass as she wrapped her arm. I backpedaled and kept my ears on alert for more ambushers behind.
I realized my mistake too late. The alley started to widen quickly, which allowed the boys to surround me. I turned to run, but my heart fell. The alley was dead, and I was now 50 feet into it. Even if I screamed, I was sure no one would come with the city guardsman at the entrance.
At first, I hadn’t wanted to kill anyone, but the look in their eyes made me fear for my life. I got the wall at my back and waited for them to make their move. The girl was out of it, as I was sure I had cut the tendon in the forearm of her dominant hand. So it was just five-on-one. Great odds, right? The red-haired boy who had claimed the short sword I had dropped started ordering his thugs. It was going to be an all-out assault, meaning I would have to take the initiative.
Just before they attacked, I moved quickly to the right and got a weak swing on my back as I moved too close for the boy to hit me with full strength. My dagger cut through his quad muscle and to the side of his thigh. As he dropped, I rolled away, planning to run back to the mouth of the alley and tackle the guard out into the pedestrian traffic, screaming bloody murder.
I came out of my roll too slow, though, and the red-haired boy got me in the temple with the hilt of the sword. It was a lucky swing on his part as he had been planning to strike me in the side with the blade, but I was too fast...well, not fast enough. I stumbled from the blow, slightly dazed but lost my sense of direction and ran into the stone wall. I knocked my head as I had not quite braced myself.
I was groggy when I came to and heard voices. “....what the...” “....so much....” “....how many gold...” “...is that a platinum...” My head was clearing up, except I didn’t like what I was now puzzling out from the voices. “We should kill him.” A number of voices opposed this suggestion.
“He isn’t a lord, and he probably stole all these coins,” the red-haired boy was trying to convince his friends. They had emptied my pack on the ground, and my new book was soaking up gutter water. My coin purse on my hip was gone, and they found the wrapped-up coins at the bottom of my bag. God damn it. I tried to rise.
“He is up. Beat him to unconsciousness.” It was the red-haired guard who had given the command. Greed was heavy in his eyes as our eyes met. I was too woozy to defend myself effectively other than back up as the clubs started raining down. My dagger was nowhere near me. They were not overly strong but kept targeting my head and ribs, and my wrists and fingers were soon broken as I covered my head.
Darkness was coming, and I felt a blade push through my chest, the fucking blade I had made in haste in our first encounter. One of the kids swore, “What the demon-cursed shit, Leon! You killed him! Why?” The irony of being killed by my own creation was not lost on me. I couldn’t see anymore, just a blurry red haze. Blood was in my lungs as I struggled to take a breath.
A few greedy street toughs ruined all my big plans. I was dead, and I knew it. My ears heard them stream out of the alley, leaving me to bleed out. I reached within myself, trying to find the spell I had been trying to learn for five days. I had been close if I could just...seconds felt like hours while I struggled to overlay the spell forms...damn it! Imprint ALREADY! I felt something click in my mind and pushed my aether through the spell form a few times, directing the flows to my organs before passing out.
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Arturo watched as the city guardsman and local kids streamed from the alley. They were excited about something. The boy had probably just been mugged. It wasn’t his concern. He was in the city due to the carnival, tracking the workers that ventured into the city. Minutes passed, and the boy didn’t emerge. After nearly an hour, Arturo dropped his chameleon ring effect, stepped away from the wall, and headed toward the alley.
He was cautious entering but, noticing the broken body on the ground, started walking purposely forward. Damn, lots of blood and the boy’s head and hands were a complete mess. Maybe if he hadn’t waited so long to enter the alley, the boy might have lived? Probably not.
The boy’s chest rose slightly and fell. Arturo squatted down in the blood pool and looked more closely at the boy. He was breathing very shallowly and strained. He moved the shirt where a blade had obviously punctured the boy’s chest garment. The wound was closed... This young boy suddenly got a lot more interesting.