Freetown, town of the free.
Things were going surprisingly well at Freetown. The freshly built village was going through a growth spurt. In the span of a day it had shot from wooden huts to wooden houses on stone bases. From a few dozen freshly rescued 'unpaid interns' to a hundred or so civilians. It didn't have a competent fighting force to defend it yet though. But when a God helps pave the roads do you really need a militia?
Alaric was currently in the process of teaching some of the people some basic spells like how to make their crops grow faster, and some basic light spells. After a few hours of this he left them to practice.
He heard a call for help on one of the newly made roads. An orc in a beige uniform was trying to balance a large metal pole on the side of the road.
"Need help?"
"Yes."
"And that is?"
"New invention, got a light rune on one end, supposed to be powered for a few minutse and make a ball of light for a week."
Alaric hovered over, picked up the pole, and shoved the end without the rune into the ground. The orc cast a quick spell at the base, transmuting the ground around the pole into stone, locking it in place. Alaric dumped a chunk of magic into the rune, and it emitted a ball of light a few inches above the pole. After bidding the orc farewell he strolled away.
He flew a few dozen meters in the air and looked down at the village below him. Hirk had told him helping people would make him proud, since it was Hirk who said it naturally Alaric believed it. Yet Alaric didn't feel pride as he looked down, he felt nothing. In a few thousand years the village would be gone, and he'd still be there, so why bother? But, people seemed to trust Hirk, so Alaric trusted him as well. Who knows, maybe one day he could be proud of it.
Things were going surprisingly well at Freetown. The freshly built village was going through a growth spurt. In the span of a day it had shot from wooden huts to wooden houses on stone bases. From a few dozen freshly rescued 'unpaid interns' to a hundred or so civilians. It didn't have a competent fighting force to defend it yet though. But when a God helps pave the roads do you really need a militia?
Alaric was currently in the process of teaching some of the people some basic spells like how to make their crops grow faster, and some basic light spells. After a few hours of this he left them to practice.
He heard a call for help on one of the newly made roads. An orc in a beige uniform was trying to balance a large metal pole on the side of the road.
"Need help?"
"Yes."
"And that is?"
"New invention, got a light rune on one end, supposed to be powered for a few minutse and make a ball of light for a week."
Alaric hovered over, picked up the pole, and shoved the end without the rune into the ground. The orc cast a quick spell at the base, transmuting the ground around the pole into stone, locking it in place. Alaric dumped a chunk of magic into the rune, and it emitted a ball of light a few inches above the pole. After bidding the orc farewell he strolled away.
He flew a few dozen meters in the air and looked down at the village below him. Hirk had told him helping people would make him proud, since it was Hirk who said it naturally Alaric believed it. Yet Alaric didn't feel pride as he looked down, he felt nothing. In a few thousand years the village would be gone, and he'd still be there, so why bother? But, people seemed to trust Hirk, so Alaric trusted him as well. Who knows, maybe one day he could be proud of it.