My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 95 An Escape Plan Forms Part 2

Eleanor thought about it. A piece of bone she could probably only either get from a garbage heap in the village, or from roast meat that hadn't been trimmed off of it. Since she was stuck in this room, digging through refuse wasn't an option. But, she could possibly find a way to convince one of her captives to bring her sc.r.a.ps, then she might be able to have what she needed brought to her. Not likely, really, but at least within the realm of immediate possibility.
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A feather, on the other hand... she didn't have any immediate ideas of how she'd get her hands on one of those. The problem is that not every feather was created equal when it came to casting various spells, and using the wrong kind for a healing spell could cause unexpected consequences, or worse, cause the spell to backfire. The idea of blowing her leg off accidentally as she tried to escape wasn't appealing.

The ones used for Restoration magic, especially healing, were universally white. It didn't seem to matter the source, size or shape, so long as the color was correct. There was a particular arcane principle behind why this worked the way it did, but it'd been years since she'd studied it, and it, much like many other parts of her training that were conceptual rather than practical, had long since disappeared from her memory. Given her circ.u.mstances, the fact that she had let all of that knowledge get away from her made her want to kick herself, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

She would just have to look for an opportunity if one arose. And if she was honest, healing her wounds wasn't nearly as essential as putting her bone back together, but not doing so would definitely slow her down, and if a form change spell of the type she was going to experiment with worked as expected, it would reflect the current state of her body in her new form, which meant all of her wounds would be visible. Any gnoll who looked close at her would see them immediately, and that was likely to get her all sorts of unwanted attention.

There was one other issue. In addition to the problem of getting the correct components, she also had to remember a whole collection of gestures and invocations, or make up new ones that somehow worked, and make sure they worked before she actually attempted her escape. If she got even a single part of it wrong, she'd use up the components in the process, and nothing would happen, or worse, something awful would happen. And she would have to do it quietly and discreetly enough that none of her captors would be any the wiser to her practice, or component collection.

She did not even want to imagine what would happen if she got caught weaving sigils or h.o.a.rding components. She needed a place to hide her newly obtained items that would not draw the slightest attention if one of the gnolls spotted it. She looked at them for a moment, before an idea struck her. She gingerly down and tore a small square of blue fabric from the hem of her dress. She laid it on the ground beside her, and placed all of the small pieces of food and other things on it. She looked in the bowl, and, not having a better idea of what to do with the oil broth, drew a small sigil over it until it congealed in a small blob of waxy grease, which she set with the rest. Once this was done, she turned the bowl upside down over top of everything, and drew the same sigil again.

Instantly, the appearance of the bowl changed and s.h.i.+fted, until it looked like an una.s.suming piece of grey stone.

Yeah. That'll work.