Checking the dimension

I took a deep breath of the air of the new dimension and felt almost light headed from the oxygen. There still wasn’t a trace of hydrocarbons. The place smelled of greenery, bog and probably animals. That wasn’t too good.

A pre-industrial dimension usually means no refined sugars – and I use a lot of energy when I’m working. If the natives were anything like human they might have honey or treacle, but I’d checked the magic level earlier. It’s much higher than I’ve been used to lately. That meant they’d probably have wards, and charms against glamored coin and other spells. It was likely to change my mojo, too. It should have made it more powerful, but I’d had trouble getting the two-minded creature to sing.

My earlier attempt to smoke around had felt … sticky. I could teleport, after a fashion, but it took a lot of energy and effort and I suspected that I was more visible than usual. (When I thought of the abandoned van I found I was wishing for a motor bike and sidecar. I haven’t seen one for years and smoking back to get one isn’t an option.)( Looking around. )

( The Orcward Squad )

The fun was over for the time being, so I headed on down into the valley. I thought I’d caught a glimpse of a roof beyond a fork of the river.