Alexei’s power came with many drawbacks. One of them was speed. Sodium Hydride was a more complex item to create than water, and due to that, his power took a lot longer to create it. While he had been able to create a pretty sizable ball of floating water in just a few seconds, creating enough of the sodium hydride powder to fill up even half of a container took a considerable amount of time. Then there was the fact he actually seemed to lose some of the ingredients that went into making the substance. He hadn’t noticed it when he was making water because he was essentially pulling hydrogen from free-floating water vapour in the air. It was an unlimited source.Whatever he was pulling from in the stew wasn’t unlimited, and by the time he had finished filling two of the containers to their halfway points the steady trickle of white powder being formed had come to a stop. “Okay,” Alexei said, “Whatever I’m pulling from the stew, I’ve pulled all that I can. That means we’ve got tw
Alexei couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Alandria actually was from his perch up on the rooftops of the city. In the distance, atop the hills that looked over the cityscape, was the academy. The building was practically a castle, towering over everything else. There was a time that Alexei would have found such a thing impressive, now he just thought it was arrogance. Of course, the academy would be placed above the rest of everyone else. That was very them. Filled to the brim with their superiority. No, the real beauty could definitely be found in the city below, with its glittering riverways and winding streets. Chimney stacks with lazy smoke drifting up into the sky. The hustle and bustle of the people below, crossing rivers and pontoons to get from place to place. In a way, Alexei felt a little angry that they’d been kept so separate from it all. To go from his small farming village straight to the academy and have all of this kept from him? It wasn’t something Alexei c
Alexei clambered down from the rooftops with relief in his heart. It would be a while before the assassins of Delsi tried to attack him again. In that time he’d be able to prepare, and perhaps even figure out who had sent the assassin to attack him. The slave trader had implied that his name was already being bandied about in the seedy underbelly of the city. If anyone thought that they could get one over on the academy by taking him out then it was no wonder that assassins were suddenly showing up looking to put him under the water. Rivals of the Royal Defence Corps were frequent throughout the kingdom, far and near, and while they would never do anything to directly hinder the progress of the fight against the shades an outlier like Alexei would be easy pickings. He made the final leap down to the road and stuffed his hands into his pockets. A cursory glance over the surface of the river revealed nothing, the body of the assassin must have sunk deep down to the bottom where th
The area of the city that Lyla’s map directed Alexei seemed to be one that was much less travelled by the majority of the population. The buildings became more tightly packed together and the riverway that he and Neave were following began to smell progressively worse and worse. He’d heard rumours, back when he lived in the Academy, that there had been a part of the city that had been dedicated to beastkin. At the time it had seemed absurd. Why would they need a whole section of the city just for beastkin? It wasn’t like they weren’t people, even if there were elements of the beast about them. But that was a naive view clearly held by someone who had come from out in the countryside. While Alexei had known that beastkin tended to get the short end of the stick when it came to respect in society, he hadn’t quite known how bad it was. Not until he’d seen the slave traders' tent, anyway. He pulled Neave close as they walked through the shadowy side streets. While he didn’
Neave stood patiently while the older beastkin worked out her measurements. He had her stand in all manner of positions while he took a measuring tape to her arms, her legs and even her feet. When it was all done he let her stand by Alexei and began to gather a variety of materials from the shelves around his shop. He pulled down reams of fabrics and pieces of leather. The sort of things that Neave thought she would never be able to wear herself. “Don’t worry Neave,” Alexei said, noticing how uncomfortable she looked, “I promise all of this is okay. You don’t need to worry anymore.” She appreciated the kindness Alexei was showing her, but that didn’t make any of it any easier for her to believe. The lion beastkin worked fast with all the skill and expertise of a long-standing professional, backed up by his beastkin heritage. Instead of using scissors or guillotines to shape the materials he was working on Christopher used the claws that tipped his fingers to easily slice
There was still one thing that Alexei wanted to take care of before he and Neave called it a day. It was clear that his planned life as a water salesman out in the sticks of the kingdom had been dashed, or at the very least were on hold. If he was going to be engaging in dangerous activities, such as taking on slave traders and discovering who sent a pair of deadly assassins after him then he was going to need a bit more than a couple of exploding pots to see him and Neave through. They were going to need weapons, proper weapons, that would allow them to hold their own against some of the threats that came their way. They wouldn’t be able to rely on dumb luck and the element of surprise forever, after all. It had also gone past noon, and so Alexei was starting to get a little bit hungry. Neave likely was too, not that he expected the girl to admit it. From her malnourished appearance, he was willing to bet that she hadn’t exactly been leaving off three square meals a day whil
Alexei was back out in the city again. This time he had left Neave with Lyla. The girl hadn’t been too happy about being left behind, but after her experience with the woman in the tea shop, he didn’t want her to go through anything else that day. Not only that, he could tell she was getting tired, no matter what the defiant look on her face said. Besides, a black market weapon shop wasn’t the sort of place he wanted to take a child. Alexei’s plans had changed rapidly. He had started the day with a plan to become a water seller, using his abilities to sell water to places that were in drought or had poor irrigation. The attack by the assassins had made him start to rethink that. Being asked to take out the slavers in Alandria by Christopher had made rethinking it a certainty. But to fight against slavers and assassins and who knew what else he was going to need more than ceramic pots filled with explosive compounds and some fancy low-level enchantments. They were go
The graveyard had been warm, just like the rest of the city. The interior of the mausoleum was decidedly not warm at all. The air was cold and damp and seemed to cling to every inch of Alexei’s skin. He was nervous for a moment that the cloyingly cold humidity might cause his remaining explosive to misfire, but fortunately, the ceramic container was sealed well enough that no water was able to penetrate. As he found a flight of stairs that seemed to lead down into the depths of the Earth, lit only by sparsely located flickering torches, Alexei couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. In fact, he was almost sure that he saw the skulls that lined the walls of the mausoleum turn very slightly to follow his movements as he began to make his way down the stairs. He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry, and decided to ignore the potentially necromantic goings on around him. He was entering a location called the black market, after all, he had to expect that there would be