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I grab Balboa's corpse, appraising his skin for breakages. ...Hm, while I see no outright cuts in it, his body seems to be covered in the same type of cracked burns that festooned Verther's form. While his clothes seem to have sheltered most of him, his face in particular is a ruin.... but lacking any outright cuts on his body, it may be possible to use his skin. I add his form to the pile of goods in my left hand.
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Having yet to see anything about the harvesting of souls that could be called 'subtle,' I decide that even with the State forces moving off the field, I should leave the souls of the fallen warriors still lingering about this battlefield alone.... but drawing Blood iron from the ground and corpses alike is a much less overt action. Still, some could object to it if I was seen, so perhaps if I had a cover, a reason to peruse the fallen state forces... ah. I call out to Densly before he vanishes into the keep along with his men.
"I understand you have much to occupy your time, sir mage,
So perhaps I can assist you: I have no qualms with burying your dead,
A task that normally is considered quite backbreaking."
"...Why would you offer this?"
"Because I have seen evidence of Soul Magic about this land,
And based on that one can never be too careful, especially with the fallen.
So once more, I offer to bury your dead so that your men can be put to better use."
For a moment Densly stops shouting orders as he regards me, and I briefly wonder if he shall call my bluff and seek an explanation for why burial would prevent a Soul mage from employing the dead, before he decisively nods and barks out a reply.
"...Strip them of their arms and armor and leave said equipment before this outpost,
Then you may bury them however you must to prevent their manipulation. …Macabre, I know, but until we regain more outposts the state resources are stretched thin, and none can be wasted, not even theirs."
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Another thought occurs to me as Densly once more moves to enter the outpost, and I stop him again with a query.
"Very well, I shall do so. One more thing...
I must admit being fascinated with the cannonry here.
I'd love to pick apart the runes involved, and understand their working....
Mayhap I could procure one such cannon for study?"
Densly once more regards me in silence, pausing just inside the massive wood doors of the fortress that now surrounds him, and scowls in my direction.
"If you want one of the ones that was rendered inoperable, fine, you can have one of the Skyfall cannons, but all working goods are to remain in the State's care. I'll have someone wheel one of the damaged cannons out, if you want it."
At his words, the salvaged togas, cloak, and runed swords in my hand give me cause for concern, until I recall that with my fingers cupped about them and Balboa's corpse added to the pile, my spoils are unseen.
"If that is what I must make do with,
Then so be it, I gladly accept the offer."
And with that, warmage Densly vanishes into the keep, as I make my way about the field, collecting the scattered State troops, those whose blood I have yet to harvest, and slowly concentrating the mass of corpses into a single spot. I drag corpses by the dozen without ever touching them, pulling them about the ground with Magnetomancy as I march. While I do so, I pull the Blood iron from any blood I see spilt upon the ground, but leave the corpse alone for the moment. In short order, I have a massive mound of dead before me, behind which I carefully stow my handful of spoils before setting to digging graves. With my size, strength and inexhaustible stamina, I have a mass grave ready in relatively short order, ready to accommodate all who died.
I set to my task, removing the arms and armor of each corpse before placing it in the pit, pulling free all the Blood iron they have whilst I de-equip them. Working without pause, the sun now stands at it's zenith as noon arrives, heralding the completion of my task... as well as the accrual of even more Blood Iron, bringing my total harvest of the material to some seventy pounds. The multi-slot scabbard I have been constructing with the procured Blood Iron is no longer flimsy, now a veritable slab of metal with slots to hold the swords I also claimed as prize. I scoop dirt over the now filled grave, carefully recollecting my spoils and protectively cupping them in my hand before turning back to the outpost. Sure enough, a bent and warped cannon now stands before the gates....
I unfurl the Sable Executioner, and carefully wrap it's metal ribbons about the offered artillery, before I set out, leaving behind the first official representatives of the State I have yet encountered. I direct my Magnetomancy inwards for alacrity, and depart the field, heading northeast. It is high time I returned to the Arcanoworks, there is much to be done, much to be prepared for.
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As I march backwards along Balboa and Dulu's trail, wondering when I shall run into the Premen, I consider how this first contact went. ...All things considered, I believe I left a largely positive image in the minds of the soldiers, I saw more than a few look at me with gratitude as I maintained my charade of being a mage controlling this form from afar. And while Densly was terse, and still seems suspicious of me, he seemed more than willing to afford me some measure of respect, at least recognizing that I could have harmed them and did not, instead choosing to aid them. For him, I suspect actions may speak louder than words.... which makes me wonder how he would have viewed me had I not been so overwhelmingly altruistic in how I acted towards the State forces.
In any event, their response gives me an idea, one that addresses some of my longer-term goals. If I continue to maintain the image of 'Mage Mordre, friend of the people,' I may one day be able to hold a rebellion within the state to claim more power of the political sort, the largely bloodless kind of insurrection where the majority of the fighting populace sides with me, should I find some means of ingratiating myself to the State military. ...No, ingratiate is the wrong word, I need to find some way to make them prefer me over the State government. ....An ambitious plan, to be sure, and one that would require time, patience, and effort.... but one that could pay off immensely.
I snap out of my reverie as I spy a familiar sight, Oggroth on his mount leading the Premen forces in a forced march, clearly intent on reaching my side to offer aid. But as he spies me already on the trail, he commands the group to draw to a halt, and looks at me in curiosity. I note several Premen glancing about, seeking something, and with a start realize I have yet to see the wood creature return since I sent it away during the fight. I put that train of thought on hold as Oggroth speaks, having trouble deciding what he wants to say.
"...Where.... What is tha-..... Is there any more glory to be won? Any further slaughter to be had?"
"I am afraid not."
Oggroth visibly wilts, clearly having been anxiously anticipating the coming conflict. And I hear him begin to grumble about his 'stupid mount being too slow'. I take the initiative and get our forces turned about again, and we resume our march back to Kyogrock Arcanoworks,. my form laden with the spoils of war. Among them:
-Balboa's corpse, possibly viable as a mage skin for Kyorto
-A warped Skyfall cannon with intact runes
-Dulu's morphic staff
-15 Blood-Togas (I claimed the one left behind by the first one seen bearing such garb)
-1 Blood-Cloak
-14 runed swords
-1 heavily runed cleaver with lightning engravings
-~70 pounds of Blood Iron
-Balboa's backpack (unsearched)
-Six handcannons
There is still a significant amount of light left in the day, and it will likely be sometime midday tomorrow when we return to the Arcanoworks, as the Premen cannot match my maximum speed, so we travel more slowly than I would alone.
What should I do with this time? Should I speak with Oggroth or some of the other Premen?
Or should I start searching for the absent wood creature?
And what (if any) things should I have the Premen work on tonight at camp?
[If you want to just timeskip to returning to the Arcanoworks, that is also viable]
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