‘7 more left, probably.’ The Manor house was really big, and easy to infiltrate. The guild felt safe here, clearly, and didn’t have locks or sentries on the doors. It was too easy to slip in through the window of the receiving room and fade into the background, waiting for a target.He had acquired all new weapons, armour and gear from the 8 corpses in the town houses. He was surprised to find that almost all of them had blades that were clearly designed for throwing. Several had leather belts of knives that made it easy to pull a knife from under a jacket, or from the hip. ‘I guess killing from far away is part of the trade,’ he had thought.He’d found a tight fitting vest that looked like cloth but was cut proof, a pair of boots that felt like something a noble would wear, and a light jacket with a clever setup to hide a short sword. Everything seemed spelled for defence, and now he knew that, someday, he’d be able to understand the weaves, maybe.He picked up two high qualit
The room was so bright, it was hard to believe it was in an underground house. Maybe that is why they lit it so extravagantly with magic bulbs and sconces, in defiance of the surrounding darkness. Great brightness created deep shadows, but Shinra didn’t have time to play with shadows, because even greater brightness was heading his way.He didn’t need to be a mage to see the magic bolts, fireball, stone shrapnel, and intense blue power blast heading his way, or that the mages were still chanting and casting. ‘They were fast,’ flashed through Shinra’s mind, but his vision was filled with data.This is when Daemon prediction showed its true worth. He could see the trajectory of each attack, and he knew that if he didn’t move, the stones would miss him, but everything else would hit. More than seeing where and when the attacks would land, the data revealed the safest path forward to avoid the attacks. Except it wasn’t forward. Shinra felt like he had all the time in the world to m
The money had started coming every week. Naori was very confused at first, after all, a mage on a horse wearing some sort of uniform just arrived at her small little hut and handed her the sack with coins in it."You must have made a mistake," she had said. The man didn't have much to tell her other than that there was no mistake, Naori was the addressee. Every week the same man came to deliver her a small sack of coins, and every week she tried to get more information from him. All she learned was that the money was coming from a mage named Wintersbane, and that he sent it from the Sheriff's headquarters.Naori was young, but she knew that this wasn't normal. After 4 weeks, she had more money than she'd ever seen before, and she cried. A lot. She wished her parents and Shinra were here too.After 6 weeks, she estimated there was enough money for them to move to a better home and not work for over a year. Without Shinra though, she didn't need a better home, so she might not have
In some ways, the room was as familiar as her lab at home. It was filled with books, and several workstations with bubbling concoctions and glass beakers and tubes. Loren wasn’t study wine making any longer though. She had started with a focus on agriculture, but found that the discoveries she had implemented in Innisrillin were decades ahead of the research in the THRUST agriculture department. She spent a few weeks there, but quickly tired of teaching her professors, instead of learning, so she switched to the weather department. Surely something as important, and elemental as the weather had centuries of research behind it. And it did, but the professors and students there had a very theoretical approach. They were nearly philosophers instead of Magic researchers, and she bored of it even faster than the agriculture group.Loren had despaired, truthfully she thought, ‘If this is the state of magical research in the Capital, why did I leave my friends and family?’. Then it ha
Loren was energised like never before. She tried to speak to the professor after the lecture, but he was surrounded by a throng of students and she lost her nerve. Instead, she went straight to the Administration building and switched her major, again. “What is your new Major?” the administrator asked, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She had processed Loren’s other transfers and thought it was funny. Not a lot of students could afford to be so indecisive, but this one brought out her banking sigil like it had unlimited funds behind it. Banking sigils were small mithril plates with a simple but powerful spell on them that could be used to transfer money between sigil holders. Their use had revolutionised commerce so much that the banks no longer moved silver, gold and platinum between accounts, they just maintained the architecture and log books of the vast and complex banking sigil spell.Loren’s sigil had a delicate engraving of grapes on a vine, and she waved it towards
Loren approached like a thundercloud. It was a testament to how self absorbed the male students were that they didn’t notice as she came upon them. Each step her plan changed, ranging from yelling at them to blasting them with a bolt of lightning.She could see the small person they had surrounded. The little girl was dressed like most zombie villagers in a sturdy homespun cloth dress that reached her ankles, an unbleached cream shirt and a dark woollen vest. On her head, she wore a simple linen kerchief that kept her long hair from blowing into her face. ‘Oh, she is so beautiful!’ Loren thought. ‘How could these mages see this perfect angel and not feel protective of her?’ This only made her angrier.She could hear the girl now.“I’m sorry I’ve upset you. I thought Zombies had access to all public spaces?” Strangely, the girl didn’t sound afraid, just curious.Loren wondered how a Zombie, with all the prejudice they normally faced, could be so calm?You see, I was led to be
Shinra had a limited view of the world above him, but he could see through his dark mirror enough to know the heads of the guild were unleashing a lot of magic to where he had been. It was impressive. He couldn’t make out the colours, but there were flashes of elemental magic, and things more powerful, like that blue wave that had pushed him back at the last second.Shinra knew enough about magic from word of mouth to understand that elemental magic was the easiest for mages to use, because it required less weaving. Elemental spells were usually destructive, and were often the strongest spells most mages could do. Since the weaves were simple, they could put more of their magic into it. When Shinra thought about it, it made him more impressed by Loren. She was building things with magic that was several levels beyond what these Assassin mages were showing right now.‘Don’t get cocky,’ he reminded himself. ‘They aren’t the ones hiding inside a protected dimension trying not to t
Shinra waited a full minute after the leaders of the guild left before emerging from the shadow. He was surprised he came out dry, because it felt so much like he had been submerged. Though he was bleeding from several wounds on his back, he didn’t have time to check them. It hurt to make big movements, but the pain was manageable.He crept through the open door, past the first 3 bodies, and looked for the last 3 assassins’ trail. He could do this. They were strong, but now he’d have the element of surprise.It wasn’t hard to find the men, they travelled slowly through the Manor, looking for survivors. They didn’t find any, and Shinra was wary of getting too close. He couldn’t see the attack weaves they’d spun, but the air around each man crackled with energy. Shinra was starting to regret not pressing the attack earlier, while they were surprised and disoriented. Maybe that state would only have lasted a few seconds more, because the men in front of him now were all business.