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American Isekai - Chapter 163
🕑 Added 2024-04-28 23:34:48 +0000 UTCOctober 15, year 623
It had been a month since I arrived at Stronghold Charlie.
I suppose the first phase of any new thing someone did was always the most hectic. A lot of things happened while I was settling in my new place and role within the Pathfinders.
The past few weeks were both boring yet fast. Things were brewing in the background, schemes and strategies unfolding that we could feel yet couldn’t see.
Having been let in on a new realm of decision making, I was getting more and more aware of what it is people like Polly had to deal with, and how they drove the war from behind closed doors.
Treehouse was currently under attack.
Alois hadn’t been wrong in any of his conjectures. That encampment we had wiped out was only the vanguard, a starter to develop a foothold. It was nothing more than a chink in the armor of the base, and yet that was enough for them to launch a full scale attack the likes only the Snow Doves could handle. Apparently they were being sieged while simultaneously launching counter strike missions. A few people had died, from what I’d been told.
Now none of this was necessarily out of the ordinary. However, while discussing things with Polly, one glaring issue became present.
It was when we were overlooking the battle map in the war room. There were only three of us present within. Polly and I were accompanied by one of the other Colonels, named Henrik.
“The Scourge force is attacking from a dip in Hare’s Pass. They cross over the ravine from here, the east.”
Polly pointed to a marker on the map. The geography wasn’t ultra-detailed. After all, they couldn’t draw every mountain and every alternating detail. But with markers and general outlines, I was able to get a good overview of the landscape. It was easy to visualize things especially since I’d been to some of the places personally.
Most of the conflicts stemmed from Hare’s Pass. It was a major land divider separating our mountain range from another, meaning neither side could easily invade the other.
Needless to say, information beyond the Pass was sparse. And therein lied the problem.
The dilemma was how we should approach defense. What did we need to do in order to see the Scourge coming? And how could we predict when they would move so that our preparations could manifest in a timely manner?
This was difficult when there was little to no information on the enemy, but was also made easier by the fact that they had one sole goal, which was to destroy us. They would come. It was just a matter of when and where.
In the end though, our blindness stemmed from one major issue.
“We don’t go past Hare’s Pass. How are we supposed to collect information and make predictions when we’re completely blind to them? If we at least knew where their camps were out there, then we could find their trails and understand where they came from.”
“Are you suggesting I send the Pathfinders out beyond Hare’s Pass to infiltrate and collect information?”
“...”
I went silent, thinking.
The reason the Pathfinders never went past that land bridge was because it was incredibly dangerous. There would be zero support for us, not to mention the ability to establish a line of communication back to base. We’d be so far that we’d have to set up relays in enemy territory, which could give us away.
However, my presence solved that issue entirely.
We wouldn’t need to communicate because now, I was a trained intelligence agent. I could draw the maps, mark the trails, and log Scourge data myself. We wouldn’t have to speak to Polly because I could do her job in the field.
Then, the only issue became safety. The Scourge didn’t care about death. They’d send troops over all day, not a care in the world if scout troops got wiped out or not because they’d just send more. On the other hand, humans were afraid of dying, and we couldn’t so easily replace soldiers. That’s why Stronghold Charlie hadn’t moved its battle lines in years. We were strictly here to keep anything from coming over, not to launch offensives.
But this was an information war. We couldn’t defend unless we knew what was coming. And with the war escalating, it was more important now than ever before to get a read on our enemy.
Like Polly, I too would like to know before an army came marching on our doorstep. We summoners were a vulnerable species and we had to protect ourselves with our minds. We had to do our best not to rely on others.
This was nothing Polly hadn’t already thought of. She knew exactly why she didn’t send Pathfinders over the Pass. Only Snow Doves went over, and even then rarely. The information collected by them was sparse as a result, hardly something we could use in the long term.
So the glaring issue was obvious to everyone, and there wasn’t much I could do to change it.
Besides taking drastic action, of course.
I smiled a bit.
“You might not be able to send Pathfinders over, but I’d be confident in heading over there and scouting without getting caught. Especially if I’m not trying to kill anything.”
“...That might be true, but I would never send you out there alone. You’d have to take a small team, no more than four, preferably three, and you’d have to pack for many days, if not weeks of isolation. I admit that your ability to conceal yourself is amazing. But your team wouldn’t necessarily be able to do the same. I only send the Snow Doves because they can handle being caught, which is the worst case. You can’t. Plus, you’re no knight. The physical strain of traveling across that terrain in an attempt to find something would be incredible.”
“That’s true. It was just a thought. But if things only continue to go downhill, and we can’t handle being blind, then it might be the only option. Hell, send me with a knight from the Snow Doves and we’ll have the whole mountain range scouted in a week.”
“Yes, that is quite the thought.”
She smiled at me before looking back at the map.
Colonel Henrik spoke.
“What if we sent a team around the east side? The Scourge is attacking the Treehouse from that route, so if those battles are unsuccessful, then we could probably afford to infiltrate while they’re weakened.”
“...It’s possible.”
Polly muttered, approaching the map a bit.
Hare’s Pass lowered in elevation around a certain point, the walls of the ravine coming closer to ground level before fading off into a valley later on. Well, the Scourge had created a pathway through that dip that allowed them to access the area to the east of Scythe’s Peak, where the Treehouse was located.
They had been sending their army through for a while. It was a pretty major offensive, but chances were the Snow Doves would come out on top when combined with the forces from the Treehouse.
We had concluded after plenty of patrols that the Scourge wasn’t interested in our area for now because their forces were so focused. Sending a team straight up our land bridge across Hare’s Pass still wasn’t really an option since it was too obvious. There would be some strong monsters waiting for us. It was safe to say they had that Pass closed down.
But around the east? That might not be as true, especially since they were throwing a massive force at the Treehouse. If we managed to bring along some top end firepower from the Snow Doves, then spying on them while they were weakened was a very plausible strategy. It would give us much needed data for the next long while.
I was certainly liking the idea, and Polly didn’t seem too opposed either.
“I think we can do it. Extremely few are familiar with the area beyond the Pass anyway, so your inexperience, John, wouldn’t matter too much. It would still be dangerous, but I have a Dove who’s done some infiltration for me before. They know how to keep low and have some spells in their arsenal to further that end. I’ll need to pass it by the Marshal first though. Without her approval, an operation like this can’t happen.”
“But this will happen?”
I asked expectantly. Doing some more recon sounded just up my alley. I was already excited.
Polly smiled.
“Don’t get too jumpy. We need to flesh out the details, which you’ll help me do, before we submit it. We need a full plan of action that can guarantee results.”
“It’s not possible to guarantee results.”
“With missions like these, no its not. But your superiors don’t care about that. Convince them that it’s worth the time and investment, and make them anticipate the fruits of that labor. Only then can you get approval and earn those accolades. Otherwise, you have nothing to do but sit back and watch.”
“Understood.”
I nodded, though still didn’t like it. This was the politics part of all this. The generals and higher ups didn’t care about the reality. They only cared about the vision. You had to play into that if you wanted to have your way and get things done, otherwise they’d just bring things to a standstill. Or worse, they’d step in and twist things in their own fancy way, thinking it better, yet making it much more dangerous.
I sighed, wondering how we’d go about this.
“We have until the end of the battle at the Treehouse to formulate this plan. Based on what I've been hearing, that won’t happen for at least another couple weeks. We also need to hope that nothing changes with the situation over there, or here. Either way, we have time. Go retire for the night. You’ve done enough for today.”
“Aye, ma’am.”
I gave a salute before leaving the war room.
When I stepped out, I saw that night had already fallen. It was easy to lose track of time inside of an isolated room.
The day had been filled with battlefield analysis. There’s be more to come, especially with the information coming back from the Treehouse. Polly’s other Colonel was over there feeding us everything he could get his hands on, and I was working with Polly and Colonel Henrik to interpret it. It was quite the mental exercise.
Now we had another plan of action though. I absolutely intended to push myself into this recon mission. It would be amazing experience, and I was confident that the danger to myself wouldn’t be that high. I would have much more time than the previous recon mission I ran, while also not having incompetent assholes holding me back and a tyrannical superior breathing down my neck.
My mission, done my way. With my vision and senses, I doubted there were many who could match my ability to collect information, especially given my recent education on tactics.
I was glad that we’d have time, though I didn’t expect to have multiple weeks. I thought that the battles over at the treehouse would conclude pretty fast. Apparently not, and without the Snow Doves here, we were limited in how far we could extend ourselves. We weren’t sent out on missions that took any longer than a day, which meant we couldn’t go far past the Black Forest.
Thankfully there were no movements from the Scourge either. We had yet to see a single tripped sensor in weeks. Honestly, I was getting a bit bored without all the excitement. Patrols were getting more mundane by the day too.
Well, more time to focus on study.
Since I spent a good chunk of time finishing those books from Polly, I had more than enough time to shift my focus. I still worked on my advancement formations every day, but I was also dabbling more and more into enchanting.
It was becoming a very intriguing subject.
The possibilities with enchanting were endless. It was much easier to create a device that could cast spells for you than it was to cast those spells. The only detriment was the material and labor cost, but considering most devices were long-term tools, that actually wasn’t much of a detriment, especially with it could be used by more than just warlocks.
White Crystals were the most versatile magical resource in this world. That’s what I was coming to understand as I learned more. I also learned about their limitations.
White Crystals had certain power limits. They ran on Magika and their attributes were varied depending on the Scourge monster they were extracted from. The density of the power was determined similar to how material density worked. It depended on how large the object was and the total amount of power stored within. If it was a strong and small crystal, then it was very dense. If it was strong but large, then it wasn’t as dense. Balancing these attributes was very important for enchanters because it determined how you had to tune your device.
White Crystals always radiated a set amount of Magika, regardless of how much was in there. It could be almost empty and it would continue to radiate the same amount as if it were full. This made it easy to tune devices to specific crystals. You simply had to calculate the output, even if every single one had to be tuned by hand.
As for Magika storage though, that was a different story.
White Crystals pulled Magika from the surroundings. The surroundings had differing levels of Magika concentration though. A crystal’s ability to pull in energy was determined by its density, which corresponded to its strength, and the surrounding concentration.
As for the limits on how long a crystal could run, that was determined by their usage and power.
White Crystals disintegrated over time, literally. The Crystal itself would gradually lose the particles that composed it, shrinking over time to the size of pebbles and grains of sand before phasing out of existence. They also didn’t leave behind any residue, which is why White Crystals were said to be the manifestation of physical Magika.
Either way, using a crystal excessively and draining it over and over would speed up the disintegration. That’s why when not needed, it was good practice to insulate the crystals to Magika, retaining the power and keeping it from draining. Under normal circumstances out in nature, a crystal would continually drain itself and then sit at a completely drained state, constantly disintegrating and sending the Magika back into the world. It was a cycle that could be interrupted with insulation and wielded by human manipulation.
As for specific durations, only crystals up to Authority 10 had been measured. Authority 1 White Crystals could be disintegrated within 6 months while stressing it to its max. Authority 5 crystals could last about 10 years under the same conditions. As for Authority 10 crystals, they could last a whopping 150 years under those conditions. As for beyond that, it was impossible to tell. No crystals at the Authority 11 and 12 levels had been properly tested. Plus, those crystals had special properties that changed the way they operated and interacted with the world, warping the ability to measure them.
The White Crystal acting as my storage space was a small piece of an Authority 7 crystal, which was very dense. And the device was isolating its power at all times except for when I was actively accessing it, which was only occasionally. That meant it could easily last a century before being degraded. The only reason they didn’t charge much more money for it knowing that was thanks to the economics of White Crystal supply and demand. An Authority 7 crystal wasn’t exactly rare, but something like my storage space was far beyond what the ordinary person could ever dream of getting their hands on. We Magi simply had a better ability to make money, thus why we sat within the top 10% of the population. Even then, I was probably within the top 3 or 4% as I was now.
There was a lot of money in magic, because the Magi basically controlled it all.
Besides learning all that I was gradually learning the language of enchanting. I was making good progress that was only hampered by my concentration on my advancement formation. Thankfully, that was coming along well too.
I had finished a majority of the first formation after having slowly chipped away at it for over a month. I was stripping away all its mysteries and exposing its private parts, really learning it in intimate detail.
But I wasn’t over the learning curve yet. The other formations offered different challenges that I’d have to figure out later. It was undeniable though that I was beyond the worst part. Things would continually speed up from here.
…
After the day with Polly, more time continued to pass. The battle at the Treehouse continued to rage on. Every day we got detailed reports from Polly’s Colonel, and with that info we filled out our maps. We analyzed and predicted with great detail.
Two weeks passed, and the battle continued. By this point it was becoming obvious that this wasn’t a simple skirmish. The Scourge was trying something. Our battle maps, filled with the movements of those monstrous armies and past battle histories, as well as numbers and battle lines, showed us an interesting picture.
The Treehouse was being surrounded, slowly and methodically. It cost the Scourge great numbers, but numbers they had to spare.
I remembered Alois’ concern when I was there. The Pustules and encampments, as well as those corrupted trees that sat within those encampments, were all there to corrupt the land. They spread a bloody, root-like moss over the landscape that killed off any plantlife and made land uninhabitable for wildlife. That also meant that Alois’ lucrative business harvesting sap and syrup was being encroached on. We had received no shortage of reinforcement requests, but we couldn’t spare much other than supplies. The other platoons here at base were responsible for ferrying those.
Either way, the Scourge wasn’t trying to destory the Treehouse. Not yet at least. If this kept up, they’d be choked out before long. There’d be no reason for the Treehouse to exist if it couldn’t hold a strategic position or make any money.
The Scourge continued to receive forces from the eastern pass while the Treehouse was being ever so slowly whittled down. It wouldn’t continue like this forever, and the Treehouse, armed with Snow Doves, wasn’t going to fall. Unless the Scourge brought out some big players, they’d just be busy. The threat wasn’t too bad at the moment.
But it was clear the Scourge had other goals. Polly and I wanted to find out what those goals were. And scouting beyond Hare’s Pass seemed to be the key to all that. We needed a read on their forces.
And so, another week passed. We compiled tons of data and established predictions on the concentration of Scourge beyond the Pass based on their numbers moving toward the Treehouse. Then, we developed our plan of action.
Once that third week passed, Polly took the report, as well as our mission proposition, and went to present to the Marshal.
I was proud to say that a quarter of the details were developed by me, including a good chunk of the mission we were proposing. I was getting a good grasp on how things worked and could contribute a good deal. This was all thanks to the fact that I could handle tons of details at once. Where most people would only see a vague picture the wider the lens got, I could keep track of the small tidbits while overlooking everything at once. It all connected seamlessly in my mind, making my ability to strategize rather amazing. Even I was a bit shocked by it. Summoners really were amazing.
Of course, the fruits of my labor were all being given to Polly. Her name was all over the report and proposition. My name only showed up in regard to the candidates for an infiltration, including some notes that my observation skills, as well as my recent education, would make me the perfect person to take this mission on. There were also two other candidates from Polly.
With all that, I sat back and waited. Given a day or two we would get our answer. Hopefully it wouldn’t be rejected. I was looking forward to this mission greatly.
Comments
Leigh Ganschow
Seems like if Saun Industries can videoconference, stratigic observation drones are a possibility, with understanding of aerodynamic wings and control surfaces.
Nicolae
if Polly never gets the uprank, he is never getting agnolished.
small_brain_boy
I can't wait until he pulls a Rambo and just slaughters an entire platoon of Scourge and scares his peers.
Bakerbob
could repurpose the arrays placed arount the base to radar/sonar and send back topographic and movement data back to base. also: ''There’s be more to come, especially with the information coming back from the Treehouse.'' Think the start of the phrase should be either ''There'll be'' or just ''There's more''
ColcytusRising
Love this story
BigBro Bluesman
Drones?
