Chapter 8-217: Among the Ice and Snow (1/2)

It was five hundred miles to the South Shetlands, famous largely for seals and puffins and penguins. It took about ninety minutes to reach them, skirt the edges while leaving access points, and then leisurely proceeding from one to the next to the next.

There had been research stations out here at one point, but after several of them mysteriously disappeared with all hands lost, and at least two supply ships checking in on them, too, the islands were basically vacated, the more accessible ones explored from time to time by military vessels to make sure no surprises were lairing there... which there often were.

In such a manner we proceeded down the border of the Weddel Sea along the Antarctic Peninsula, past the Larsen Ice Shelf, and heading for the Ronne Ice Shelf as the Palmer Land plateau loomed along the Larsen on our right.

It was late winter or early spring down here, and there was ice everywhere, floating on the incredibly blue waters in dangerous numbers... where the sea wasn’t completely frozen over, of course.

It wasn’t a problem for the unicorn motorcycle, traveling just above the chilling terrain, be it ice or water, and with Resist Cold 30 cast on him, able to operate perfectly well even if dry ice would be freezing out of the air. Who needed anti-freeze?

There were signs of life here and there, of course. There were occasional whales, orcas, seals, and penguins we spotted here and there, thriving without humans there to disrupt things. Sharks didn’t particularly like the area, being too cold, but the fish and plankton were rich.

It was already dark, of course, with the shorter days that would be quickly expanding to full daylight as the seasons shifted.

The driving winds that were the bane of existence down here didn’t bother us much at all, and there actually wasn’t much precipitation, as the air was too cold to hold much. Precipitation came when storms raged in from the south, bringing the moisture they had to dump as they cooled fast after hitting the cold air of the continent.

Dusk Renewal came a bit early as we’d shifted longitudes, but it didn’t matter... or maybe it did.

Yesterday’s had been Vizard/4, giving +1 Intellect and Dex, and with Nog Mastery improving my Strength to 17, improving my Stats to 42, 30, and 22. Another two thoughtstreams coming at 44. 22 Strength meant I was now stronger than an average ogre, which translated more to being very light on my feet than any feeling of physical dominance. I didn’t bulk up or anything, it was just more magical reinforcement.

The two Feats for the Class were both spent on getting my Extra Spells Known for Minstrel III and IV (Arcane Concordance and Legend Lore), the Purchased one was for ESK III/Binder (Haste), while the Mastery had been for Silver Fire/2, all my Fire Magic now doing half Divine damage.

Since with Sanctified Spell I could already do half Divine, and with Searing Spell I could do half Primal, I could mix it up or go pure burning some no resist, no immunity Divine damage to something. What made Silver Fire nice is it didn’t have a Valence cost at all, so it applied to all Fire spells, while the other two were only free with my Shards.

Today’s was helping wrap up my non-magical Classes, giving me Expert/4. +1 Int and Dex again, Nogging for 18 Charisma base, to 43, 31, and 32 Charisma. It again wrapped up my Feat with ESK IV/Binder (Teleport)... which was actually pretty damn sweet, able to Cast Teleport out of a IV Slot instead of a V. Binders were totally the best at mucking around with dimensions.

The Mastery was Silver Fire/3, Silver Smite. This wasn’t the +Cha to hit, +Class Level to damage of my other Smite from Holy Scourge, but a +50% damage, +4 Spell Penetration, -2 saves to Evil pure Smite one-shot made for a big opening hit on something, whereas the other Smite applied to all spells until my chosen target was dead.

Not bad for some Nova’ing. Were the Shroud-trapped trying to say something to me?...

When the unseen stars came out, the desolate landscape and icefields were breathtakingly clear in the clarity of the cold and dark. The air around me was thrumming with cold power, I didn’t need Einz to make it cold at all. Master Fred ignored it too, of course, being resistant to cold with his Heavenpact.

The Aura of the unicorn was enough to get the penguins to scatter out of Sleipner’s way, all of them watching us in quiet disbelief as we came in over the water, rolled right up on the ice, and kept on going with barely a hum and a whisper.

The icy slopes and snow that would test any normal machine didn’t bother Sleipner in the slightest, of course, and we zipped on up the windy slope to the higher stone without a problem, staying just above the ground.

I had my Ooze Baneskull out, and Detect Ooze scanning ahead of us. Nobody in their right mind wanted to spend time on Antarctica, even around the borders, and the main reason was believed to be the Shoggoths.

Shoggoths were the progenitors of all blobs and oozes. Unlike their cast-off, degenerated leavings, shoggoths were intelligent, limited shape-shifters capable of morphing into all sorts of usable forms, supposedly invented as beasts of burden/organic work machines of tremendous power, tireless energy, and great versatility, capable of assuming multiple different forms and functions as required by their tasks.

When and where they found the spark of magical resentment that caused them to rise up against their creators wasn’t known, but it shouldn’t have been a surprise in a magical world, where Chaos just loved messing up the slave/master paradigm in the name of fun.

Shoggoths could be made, but they couldn’t reproduce themselves. Any cut-off parts of them that survived degenerated into the many types of oozes, puddings, slimes, or jellies, usually determined by the terrain they found themselves in.

In this terrain, that should be white puddings and ice jellies.

Both types were attracted to heat. Normal arctic-dwelling creatures, with their excellent insulation, didn’t radiate enough heat to attract them. Humans and their dwellings, on the other hand, and their vibrating and noisy machines, would draw them in steadily, get them seeping in through the cracks, and they would consume everything nicely hot and organic in the area.

White puddings just looked like snowbanks or snow drifts, very hard to spot without UV spectra lighting up the different albedo. Ice jellies just looked like slick exposed patches of ice, right up until they reached up and impaled you.