Chapter 86a: Burning Questions_The Way Ahead

Chapter 86a: Burning Questions

 Xares above, I swear if those two dont stop scheming soon, I will personally throw them off the branch.

 Ill carry Keir if you get Rhita, Edwin agreed, handing Fissath one of the white logs they used for heating the kiln, Are we aiming for the river?

 It had been two days since the sabotage/attack from Othniels group, and now that they were back in theb, Keir and Rhita were busy nning their countermove against the rival alchemist. Normally, Edwin may not have minded overmuch, but instead of heads together, quietly plotting in the corner, they were very loud and very much in the center of the room.

 No, if we just retaliate with midnight smoke, itll just look derivative! Besides, dont you think theyll be expecting that? They probably have some Skill like whatever it was Edwin has thatll nullify the attack. What we need is something thatll break their kiln.

 We dont wanna escte, though! If we break theirs, theyll break ours, and then Fissa will really throw us off the branch.

 So they can hear us, then, Edwin noted, I just wish theyd listen to what we actually said.

 Youd think theyd be smarter about it then, Fissath muttered, Pipe it down or take it outside!

 Whats most important, Rhita carried on, is that they dont see iting, and that it doesnt give them cause to keep growing in scope. Like maybe instead of using midnight smoke, wece their beds with noctan. Then, they sleep at least a full day.

 Bah! You with your sleeping powder. Cant youe up with anything original? Besides, we want esction. If they escte too much, then we can get the Guild involved!

 You want to get the Guild involved? Thats just outright telling the boss that we cant handle it. That he cant handle it. You really want to tell him that?

 Hm. True. Well what about if we fill their canteens with canopia? Thatll work!

 No, that would be too obvious. The traces would be everywhere.

 Obvious? When did you care about being obvious? They smoked us out two days ago!

 Okay, thats it! Fissath threw down her tongs, Edwin, are you ready?

 He set down the log he was getting ready to hand off, Im getting Keir?

 When the pair saw Edwin and Fissath actually going after them, they dashed outside, their argument continuing even as they fled.

 But it was specifically tied to theb! If we

 Edwin gave his coworker a nce and a shrug, then together they went back to their work.

 So what are these things anyway? Edwin hefted one of the white logs.

 Youve never seen arycal before?

 Getting- and keeping- the kiln lit was quite the feat. Half of Edwins day, or so it felt, was spent keeping it running, and his curiosity about what they were using for fuel had only grown as he kept working with it. The kiln dominated nearly half of the wall it was in, the ck, alchemically treated y reminding Edwin slightly of ckstone. A hole in the wall opened to a cavernous structure with enough room to hold several crucibles suspended within, as well as a few t surfaces where other objects could be set. While quenched, the interior was nothing but an inky ck void, but when lit, it glowed almost white-hot, eerie shadows spilling from its mouth into the granderboratory, but that was nothing inparison to how brightly the furnace itself glowed.

 Even Fissath, who imed she had Skills to prevent being blinded by bright light, used goggles made of almost ck ss when looking inside the furnace part of the kiln. Edwin, for his part, managed to get an entire level in Adaptive Defense when he identally looked into the lit fire under and surrounding the kilns oven.

 Whatever the white logs- arycal- were, they burned obscenely bright. So bright, Edwin couldnt help but wonder if he would be able to use them for shbangs. Hence, his curiosity.

 Im not going to im that I know the full story, but Wendell loves to boast about how my familys fortune is thanks to an alchemist, which is not true, she angrily shoved another log of arycal into the furnace and mmed the door, We had Skills that were more than adequate for centuries before whatever Alchemist came up-

 Master Pyroalchemist Sadi! Keir helpfully provided.

 Shove it up your tailfeathers! Fissath rebutted, Before whatever alchemist came up with this stuff. Its a mix of some kind of alchemical metal and kiangah,

 What?

 Kiangah. You dont know what that is? she tapped her talon on the floor, Its ah firey? Keir, can you pipe up for once when it would be actually useful?

 Dont bother me! Im busy.

 The one time I she sighed, Thoril! Exin kiangah to Edwin.

 Do I have to?

 Do it! Youre not doing anything important right now.

 Neither are you!

 Thoril!

 Uuuggghhh. Fiiine.

 Quit whining before your talons turn brown!

 That expression doesnt even Bah. Edwin, get over here! I dont want to keep yelling. Oh! That was fast.

 Edwin just shrugged. Casual Longstrider use had paid off, and while it was tricky navigating the clutteredb without running into anything, he could manage it if he really worked at it these days.

 So you wanted to know about kiangah? Do you know it by any other name? Firey? Lightstone?

 Edwin shook his head.

 Its this magic stuff that glows a bit blue or green in air, or you can use to set fires. If you leave it out, itll be contaminated and turn kind of yellow or with a bit of treatment, red, but the pure stuff burns really hot.

 Something tickled the back of Edwins recollection, and he desperately hoped he was wrong, Does it show up really weirdly to any magical tests, like its all but nonmagical? And spontaneously catches on fire at times?

 Yeah! You do know it, then.

 Please tell me you dont use white phosphorus as fuel in your furnace.

 Wait, you dont know it as phosphorus but you do know it as phosphorus? Ah great, Polyglot was acting up again. It always did that when there was a word it wasnt entirely sure how to trante. He wished he knew what caused it so he could stop it, but he wasnt having much luck in that regard, How do you know the technical term for it if youve never heard of its moremon names?

 Edwin shrugged, but his mind was still racing with the revtion that they used phosphorus for fuel. White phosphorus, no less. Well, at least they had some kind of they used a metal as well, didnt they?

 Please dont actually be lithium, please dont be lithium.

 And the metal you mix with it? he hazarded.

 That one is this stuff we call elektron, or when purified, sianaaka. Though, you might know it as magnesium. It burns hot and bright, do you know it?

 At least its not lithium.

 Edwin closed his eyes, held his head in his hands, and quietly screamed. This this was fine. Totally fine, he was sure. That they decided to use a mixture of magnesium and what looked to be white phosphorus was totally fine. Never mind that magnesium mes reached temperatures above 3,000 degrees celsius, and white phosphorous had a nasty habit of spontaneously igniting at room temperature, or even just when exposed to air.

 The only way to ensure that white phosphorus wouldnt suddenly catch on fire simply from exposure to air was by storing it underwater, but whatever idiot was responsible for this travesty had mixed it with magnesium, which could- in its elemental form at least, such as when it was on fire- react with and burn under water.

 Are you are you okay? Thoril asked, and Edwin worked to regain hisposure, moving his hands together and pinching his nose.

 His eyes closed, he breathed in and exhaled, I will be.

 Im just trying to reconcile the fact that someone decided that the perfect fuel to use was a mixture of a metal that burns hot enough to boil iron, even while underwater and an element that spontaneously catches on fire when exposed to air.

 I just I just need a minute, is all.

 You know, its kept alchemically stable. You specifically need a Skill or a bit of liquid fire to ignite it.

 Edwin inched an eye open to stare skeptically at the blue-skinned man, And is Master Pyrealchemist Sodi-

 Master Pyroalchemist Sadi.

 Same difference. Is he-

 She.

 The re redoubled, Is she still alive?

 No.

 How did she die?

 Thoril shrugged, Lab fire, some oh, five years ago?

 Really.

 Yeah, really. It was a shame, too. Complete loss of her and all of her notes. Burned to the branch.

 Any idea what started the fire?

 The alchemist scoffed, No. How would we know that?

 So let me get this straight. The inventor of this stuff died in a fire five years ago, in a ze so intense it burned down her entireb, and presumably was strong enough to ovee whatever fire resistance Skills she may have had, and Im guessing she likely made a lot of it?

 Nod.

 Great. So she died in a fire, but you dont know how it started, and you just blindly figure that this stuff is stable because it probably needs a Skill or alchemical firestarter to get going?

 Nod.

 Edwin massaged his temples. He was almost sad that she was dead, because that meant he couldnt track her down and punch her squarely in the face. Actually, he might still be able to. He just needed to figure out if magic made either resurrection or time travel possible, then use that with the sole purpose of bringing alchemist Sadi face-to-face with him, just so he could give her a solid whack to the face.

 She hadbined two ingredientsmonly used in fireworks into a literal explosion waiting to happen. Why, just why would you do that to yourself?

 At least on the bright side, Edwin supposed, she wasnt around to keep setting things on fire. Her legacy would have to settle for being the creator of an unholy abomination againstb safety.

 Edwins head fell back into his hands, and this time, he didnt hold back his scream of frustration.

 No. Im not touching those things.

 You had no problem earlier. Come on, nobody else will lend a wing, and its so much easier with two.

 That was before I knew what they were!

 Where did you learn all that about alchemical ingredients anyway? You dont have a clue how to make a potion, but you randomly know the proper names for phosphorus and

 Magnesium.

 She clicked her talons against the floor in a motion that sounded like a finger snap, That.

 I had lets say an unusual education in alchemy.

 What? Thats it? The mysterious Alchemist-Errant, rolling into town with Polyglot on your lips, strange potions nobody has ever seen before, and learning a bit of alchemy, no ties to hold you here?

 Edwin shed a grin at her, Thats me. Mysterious. Enigmatic. Fascinating. Other words that vaguely mean unknowable.

 Fissath shot him a nce that hey, that was probably annoyance! He was slowly picking up on avior bodynguage, Youre incorrigible.

 You started it. He poked back.

 Just hand me the arycal, would you?

 Edwin looked at the dormant firework with skepticism, Could I borrow a set of tongs?

 She looked to the ceiling, Here. Use mine.

 While the fact they were iron wasnt the most reassuring, given the metal usually boiled at something like 2800 centigrade- less than magnesium burned at- they were at least something. It had been an unpleasant revtion that hed likely been on the knifes edge of deathst week when he had been making his fever elixir. If not for his mastery of Firestarting, to the point where he couldpletely contain the effect to precisely where he wanted it, the Skill area of effect would have included the arycal logs in Cope Hall, and probably set them on fire. That would not have gone well.

 Even contained in a magical kiln that was supposed to be as insting as alchemy could manage, Edwin could still feel the heat emanating from the fuel, reaching him as he stood near the arycal stock and looking at a very impatient avior.

 Right, right. Sorry, sorry. Im just contemting mortality.

 Yeah, well do it after handing me the arycal. I do not want to have to get the kiln back up to temperature and you dont want meing over there.

 Edwin reluctantly agreed and gingerly picked up a cylinder from where it was stacked- though he hadnt noticed it the first few times he handled the substance, they were slightly hexagonal for easy stacking - with his borrowed prongs. He moved it over to where Fissath waited, handling the block like it was radioactive.

 It made it all the more stunning when the ssblower picked it up in her bare wing, opened the upper hatch to the furnace, dropped the log inside, and withdrew another burning block without so much as gloves. She studied the arycal, broke it in half, and tossed it back inside the glowing furnace.

 She turned to see Edwins dumbstruck expression, and Edwin got a sense of smug satisfaction from her, What? My familys kilns burn hotter.

 Edwin quietly resolved to never, ever get on Fissath or her familys bad side.

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Chapter 86a: Burning Questions