My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 119 Eleanor Meets Marg'faz Part 4

Eleanor's eyes widened, but before she could respond, Marg'faz gently but firmly placed her hand on Eleanor's shoulder and pushed her back flat, seemingly oblivious to the temperature of her skin.

"I know you want answers, but answers can come shortly. I don't know how much time we will have, and I need to move quickly if I am going to get you back in shape." The gnoll woman said.

She reached down beside herself, picked up a clear gla.s.s vial that contained a bright red fluid, and popped the cork.

"I trust you know how healing potions work." She said, handing it to Eleanor.

Eleanor grabbed the vial and tilted the contents into her mouth. The fluid tasted strongly of fruit and alcohol, as well as other flavors that she recognized from her alchemy cla.s.ses, but couldn't name by memory. As she swallowed, she felt a radiant glow s.h.i.+ft throughout her body, setting all of her nerve endings alight with electric tingles. Glancing down, she could see the bruises on her arms and legs fading, and the various cuts starting to close. Whatever she'd just taken, it was clearly better than a typical Cure Light Wounds potion.

As the tingles began to subside, Marg'faz pulled the stopper on another bottle, this one pale white and opaque. She leaned over and poured a small amount of a thick, white-ish fluid from the bottle into Eleanor's steaming mug of tea.

"That'll be for mending that leg of yours. You don't have to drink it yet, but soon as you do, you will be returning to your holding room. I can promise you that by tomorrow, you will be right as rain. I can also promise you that the process will be miserably painful, and you will likely not get any sleep." Marg'faz said simply. "But there is no other way afforded to us right now."

"I could mend it instantly myself if you could provide me with the right components." Eleanor said. "a.s.suming you have them."
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Marg'faz shook her head.

"I am sure you could, but look here" She said, pointing and drawing Eleanor's gaze up to the mantle above the doorway into the hovel. There, set in the center of the lintelpiece was an elaborate ward circle carved into the wood, set directly next to another of similar design. Both ward circles glowed faintly in differing colors, flickering faint as candlelight. "I'm sure a mage as clever as you can make them out."

Eleanor didn't need long to gather the general import of the two sigils. The first was a Ban of Gifts, set to work on a given radius. While she couldn't make out all of the details at this distance, the general complexity of the design and density of magic script told her it was a fairly powerful one. Anyone within the radius of the Ban would be unable to utilize any type of magic without first overcoming it. The one next to it was a Ban of Pa.s.sage, which typically prevented certain things or being from entering or exiting an area. Most were set to prevent exit or entry entirely, although there were plenty of other uses that didn't so much prevent access as they caused a certain effect, such as pain. This one's complexity matched that of the other sigil, and its effect was quite plain. Whoever the Ban was linked to would die instantly if they left the hovel.

Eleanor looked at Marg'faz, and the gnoll woman raised an eyebrow.

"My son is the one who put those up to keep me from opposing his rule. Do you see now why I might perhaps want your help?"