Chapter 67: A Month At Bluefire
Arkwall.
It was a heavily militarized city which lay on the southern border of the Empire of Novarria. Just south of the city were the Dokuhan Mountains, where the under-mountain confederation of the dwarves dwelled. And further south than that… the Badlands, a harsh and inhospitable place from whence frequent monster raids battered themselves against Arkwall.
It was heavily fortified and militarized for a reason. And it was also a popular town for adventurers, the last bastion of civilization and safety before they ventured down to the peaks of the mountains or worse… the Badlands themselves.
Orodan had been here before. And the reason he’d come then, was why he was here now.
It was also a test of his spatiomancy, to see if it could ferry him from the Republic to Arkwall. And it was a test he’d partially failed.
He knew how to perform Teleportation. However, the level of power required to teleport from Velestok to Arkwall was enough that his control over spatiomancy was the limiting factor. He had more than enough power, but without the System, not enough control to utilize it.
Oh, he’d still succeeded in the Teleport, managing to bring himself to outside of Arkwall, but he’d felt his control of spatiomancy more than a bit tenuous. He certainly wouldn’t be teleporting to the sun anytime soon, not until he shored up his foundations in spatiomancy. Still, it was something that could be improved upon.
Now, before him, stood the border city. It wasn’t big, but it did have walls which were crewed to the brim with soldiers and mages and armed to the teeth with artillery.
The gate commander, a Novarrian peltast on the cusp of Grandmastery, spotted Orodan’s approach.