45th of Spring, 513 AV
It was finally over. The bugs hadn't been seen since the day they'd almost killed him. Drowned in the lake, metal-bodied, stone-eating bugs, the result of an uncertain variety of freak djed mutations, had been stuck to sheets of metal and thrown in the lake. It may have been all due to alchemical transmutation residue, or lingering effects of the past djed storm, or both, but somehow, it seemed that they must still need air. At any rate, they'd either drowned or stayed magnetically stuck.
But not before they'd mauled Kuvarakh's old body to the point of coma. He had a new one now, but it had taken far longer to assert his nerve-affinity into this one than any previous one. He'd assumed it was the fact that his old body had had an arm, a leg and half his face chewed off, as well as a large portion of his back flesh pinned to the metal from the bugs having chewed their way into him and then been stuck to the metal through his skin.
Only mindless desperation had given him the strength and endurance to rip himself free. The loss of Nuit ichor had sunk him into a coma bare moments after making his boss, Wanda, understand that she needed to get him a new body. A friend and guild mate had known where to get one, but they'd had to do the application of Nuit-transferal glyphs themselves. He'd had diagrams, but they lacked the instinctive racial knowledge to do it perfectly.
Then there had been the restitution made to neighboring homes and buildings, that had also had walls, floors, pillars and what-have-you chewed up by the bugs. They had scammed Wanda's business to an almost criminal degree, bringing a bounty of items to be repaired or replaced, claiming them to have been damaged when they fell from shelves, fallen from walls weakened by the bugs. Or crushed, ripped and stained by falling debris. When they went to confirm the damage to these buildings and property, it was obvious that less than half the items they'd been "obliged" to repair were truly the result of the bug catastrophe.
But it was all behind them now. The neighbors were satisfied. The earth-reimancer trainees at the guild house had had a great deal of training resettling and stabilizing the stone buildings, statuary and streets. The shop itself, nearly a total loss, was rebuilt better than new, with a new twenty-foot transmutation ring installed. The increased production allowed by the larger ring went a long way to regain the financial stability Alchemmia Alchae had enjoyed prior to the disaster, and now things were looking up further still.
There was one other side benefit. Kuvarakh walked through the door of the shop, giving a satisfied look at the newly reformed walls, the old stains folded into the stone to present clean new surfaces. He went to the door going down to the newly expanded storeroom. There was an odd muffled buzzing coming from the large shelf array to his right. Kuvarakh walked over and stood rocking on his toes, grinning at an extra large glass jar with a steel lid. The glass itself had been imbued with the strength of steel but was still transparent. Inside, along with an amount of stone, some untouched, some chewed and excreted in exotic patterns unique to termite mound-building tendencies, were the three bugs that had been found stuck to one of the magnets in the storeroom after Kuvarakh had been restored to his new body.