Isarnfur

Chapter 7

I woke up a couple hours later after passing out, exhaustion still fogging my mind. I heard something, a small tearing noise attracted my attention. Will was crudely resizing the shirts and pants with a field stitching kit. He pulled out a strip of cloth, cut from the other bandit's clothes, relegated into spare cloth for making the shirt and pants fit. Though some project on the side did look like he was planning on making a sack of some sort with the bigger pieces.

"You grabbed the crystal I made right?" I asked, still having my perception be dulled by waking up. Will pointed to the sack, in there I perceived the large stone wrapped in the sack. I would've sighed if I could have; humans and the such are damn lucky. I went back to the shirt, curious. The shirt was now receiving wider sleeves in the guise of a grey stripe on the bottom of the sleeve. A color that didn't contrast too well with the first green too well in my mind. Will sat there having a face of one who was pondering, finishing up the shirt after some hours and then going onto the pants, which received only a little bit more experienced treatment comparatively speaking

I looked about and started taking in mana around us, only a trickle of what I used in the fight. Mana finicky attitudes towards us spirits, ruling that entities from the largest elephant to the smallest ant to trees to even the earth beneath us could make mana by just being there. Of course there was another ruling that the longer something lives and the more aware of things has a function on how much one could make and manipulate too.

So I being a spirit with no "true" body but of great age, got me to a point where I could only make so much mana, handle small amounts of "raw mana", and control mana that has "acclimated" to me to an extent that I haven't really tested out.

Which if someone was going to make a graph on abilities, would have me going all over the place. Though if someone was going to do that, they should take into account special attributes. See I can handle other things other than iron but with iron, I can handle to such precision and such with such efficiency that it kinda made it crippling not to use iron. Basically I'm forced to be heavily specialized into an efficient manipulator of iron-style of magic. I think its called being a Ferrus Maniuplor if I recall correctly.

Will was now done with the shirt he was stitching, which was about enough times for the little batteries in the gauntlet to be filled somewhere near a third of the way. The little cells that were filled were now sending off some sort of wave particles that were hard to interpret, something that helped me gauge the quality of the mana and how full it was. A couple hours later and Will had finished with pants, he quickly stripped and put on the new clothes. The odd clothes that he came her with were folded with precision and tucked into the makeshift sack he made/

"So what made you think that idea of using the iron powder to absorb the force of staff instead of just blocking it?" I asked Will. He pointed to his sack. "That's how my vest works in a vague way. I'm theorizing that you will be able to use the iron powder to absorb the energy so efficiently, that you might be even able to steal the ambient temperature of attacking objects." Will said.

If I could have fallen flat on my ass from shock, I would have. The idea to steal the heat didn't make sense to me completely. "How would I steal the temperature of an object?" I asked Will, we were now hiking to a new village, taking a new road so as not to be too careless, all this possible because of a map we got off of the dead bandits. we couldn't be too sure how many guards just noticed us and didn't care to find us to be apprehended. This was something in our minds because most escorts always had a blessed speel sword as the core of the group.

"I'm sure you have noticed that heat is basically just energy naturally in an object. So if you got that spell down to the utmost degree. You would be able to take away the heat energy until it dropped all the way to Absolute Zero. You seem to know enough about science to have guessed this." Will stated, checking a map he nicked off of the bandits.

"The Ankchaios would probably know this, but not anyone who isn't one.'' I thought, checking for bandits that would want to pick a fight, switching between that and fueling my batteries up. "Anch- whats?" Will asked.

"Ankchaios, a species and an empire who does purges of groups that find out about 'Higher Sciences' and "Magics",wanting to keep it to themselves." I reported. Will shook his head, "Let me guess, they have everyone else under their thumb for the most part. Having a strong military might, backed up by unknown things." Will guessed. He wasn't far off, but I didn't want to spill the beans of exactly how fucked up the situation was just yet.

"Pretty much, I have noticed that they do have tech implemented into their military that they purged a couple centuries now implemented into their armor." I said. Will nodded his head, "any groups that fight back?" he asked. "Well, there are two, the Alviss and the Midjian'' I told him, "the Alviss are a group of mostly dwarves, the Midjin are a mixed group. There isn't much known widely about both. However I have found the Midjian seem to be just a splinter group of the Ankchiaos."

"Well I guess that's now on the plans, to join the Alviss." Will said, putting the map in his sack and marching on, having memorized the path to a place called Tweton.