Alexei swallowed hard, his mouth was as dry as a pile of bones in the desert. Staring down a room full of angry mages, all with different foci aimed directly at your chest, had a way of making a person just a little bit uncomfortable. “I promise you, I mean no harm,” Alexei stated, “I have come here for help, and help only.” The mages shifted at that, they shared furtive glances as they muttered words that Alexei couldn’t quite catch. “And what is it you need help with that you couldn’t approach the temple through the normal channels?” Asked another mage from within the group. There were, of course, ways to petition the mage temple for assistance. But it was long, arduous, and often the mages wouldn’t bother lifting a finger unless there was something that could be learned or studied from the experience. “My need is an urgent one,” Alexei explained, “If it is not dealt with swiftly, I may not make it through to the next day.” More shifty looks. More quiet muttered words. “And
The inner sanctum of the Mage Temple was a place Alexei had never expected to see for himself. Long ago, there had been a time when those who wielded the power divine and those who practised true magery got on just fine. But these days the animosity between the two sects of power made such collaboration near impossible. That was why, as his mage guide rapped her knuckles on the large ornate door of the inner sanctum of the Mage Temple, Alexei felt a shiver lance its way down his spine. The only reason Mages didn’t fight on the front lines was due to the nature of the enemy, they devoured magic like it was an afternoon snack, and his body didn’t have that luxury. He may have been able to take on one mage, maybe two if they were surprised by his exploding powder tricks, but to be invited into the inner sanctum would leave no room for error. If they decided that they didn’t like him, and they wanted to be rid of him, there was nothing Alexei would be able to do to combat them.
Alexei had wanted to go and retrieve Neave himself so that the girl didn’t freak out at any of the mages that had been sent to pick her up. Unfortunately, the mages hadn’t agreed with that. Apparently walking around while the Nilbog was still attached to his spiritual essence was a less than ideal plan. At any point, the creature could jump off of him and latch onto someone else, something that it wouldn’t be able to do while at the Mage Temple due to the spiritual hardening that all of the mages in the temple had learned. That was something that would have helped had he known it before he went down into the black market. Either way, the other people of the city wouldn’t have any spiritual hardening, and as such, they would have been prime targets for the Nilbog. I hadn’t understood why the Nilbog would jump ship at first, it wanted my divine powers after all. But if it were a choice between elimination by a mage or jumping into someone random, I’d have probably taken the la
The night was still a long way off, and that was the only time that they would be able to do battle with the Nilbog. So instead Alexei and Risa had a plan in mind, they were going to test Neave’s magical potential. All beings were born with at least some access to the magic of the universe, but not all beings were given that access equally. If Neave didn’t have enough influence to unlock the higher strata of magical ability then there wouldn’t be much that she would gain from our time in the Mage Temple. If she had potential, however, then she could end up becoming a mage just like many of the others in the temple. In all honesty, Alexei didn’t care too much if Neave was able to become a mage or not, but he knew the girl would feel left out if she didn’t have the potential within her and he’d rather her not have to deal with that. Besides, having someone else who could do magic around would be a great help in the future, no matter what venture they ended up exploring after
To match an Initiate in raw power was less impressive than it sounded on paper. On average the raw fighting ability of initiates and mages actually tended to average out the longer the mage trained in the ways of magery. As usual, the only reason Initiates were deemed to be more powerful by people who didn’t entirely know what was going on was because the power divine could be used to fight shades, while normal magic was incapable of such a feat. Either way, Alexei was still very glad to learn that Neave had the potential to become a great mage. If nothing else they’d have the skill set to become adventurers, not that Alexei had ever planned for that to be the case. There was a small part of him that still wanted to go back to his plan of being a roaming water salesman, though he knew the chances of that ever happening at this point were becoming vanishingly small. The trio ascended back up the flagstone steps of the temple and emerged in a much nicer area than the dungeon-
Alexei took a bite of his sandwich, for something that was created solely by magic working off of his intent it was an impressive bit of cheese and pickle. [Analysis complete!]Within a single bite of his food, the analysis bar of his power divine shot up from halfway full to completely done. [New Element: Manacule discovered!][New Combination: Empowered Oxygen available!][New Combination: Empowered Hydrogen available!][New Combination: Empowered Sodium available!][Further combinations based on these elements have been unlocked!]Alexei blinked and glanced down at his sandwich. His thoughts came in a rush. When he touched his foci for the first time, that was when this analysis had begun. He’d wondered whether it was some kind of wood, or the magic itself… now he had his answer. It had been the magic, and now he had access to magic at its most base and primal form. Manacules. He’d never even heard of Manacules before. “You okay, Alexei?” Risa asked, “You kinda spaced out the
“I thought you would have known…” Risa said, her voice no higher than a whisper. “The Academy… The Royal Defence Corps leadership… they know, so why don’t you?” “I don’t know Risa, but I’m beginning to think that not everything may be as it seems with the RDC and the Academy,” Alexei said between deep breaths. He was trying to keep calm, both for the sake of Neave and Risa and for his own mental state. It wouldn’t be right away, but eventually he was going to have to go back to the Academy, and when he did he was going to confront the Administrar. There were too many coincidences starting to build up. Lies that had been told, events that had happened. The Assassins of Delsi had appeared so quickly after he had been kicked out of the Academy that it was slowly starting to dawn on Alexei that there had only ever really been one option for who could have set them after him… and the answer was the Academy itself. He clenched a fist and clamped his teeth together painfully hard. It
After getting washed up, Alexei and Neave both spent the afternoon reading by the fireplace. The room that they had been given had access to many things, including a summoning stand that allowed them free reign over the library of the Mage Temple. He’d learnt his lesson about testing anything with magic after the whole sandwich exploding incident, but that didn’t mean that Alexei didn’t want to know a bit more about what he was getting himself into. So, when choosing his book, he’d decided to go with something related to his problem. A bestiary, noting down different creatures and monsters across the ages. The one he had, in particular, was about creatures that were most active before the last major war between nations and he had the yellowed pages turned to that of the Nilbog. Unfortunately, the Nilbog pages didn’t really tell him much more than he already knew. Well, other than the secret to defeating the beast, that was.It was a Goblin class creature that was first born of t
After his last encounter with the Proto Lord Alexei had never wanted to hear the hoarse croaking laughter of the creature ever again. Now that he had the hairs on the back of his neck and his arms were all standing to attention and every fiber of his being was telling him to flee, run as far away as he could, and never look back. But he couldn’t do any of that. He had a mission to complete, people to save, and a kingdom to protect. “Show yourself, Proto Lord!” Alexei called out, his staff held defensively in preparation to ward off any attacks, “I’m not the man you faced before, I’ll take you out myself this time.” “So you say,” The Proto Lord wheezed from somewhere in the dark, “And yet you still bring so many users of the Power Divine to fight alongside you. So many snacks for me to feast upon.”That was the final straw for Alexei. With a pulse of arcane power, Alexei slammed his staff down onto the ground. A sphere of light erupted out from where he stood, a magery spell desi
Nerves had seeped into the hearts of the men that Alexei and Harold had chosen to take with them into the underground sanctum of the Proto Lord the moment they took their first steps into the tunnel system that the creature had made its home. They all looked to be strong and full of heart, but Alexei could sense it. The fear was electric and it was all he could do not to get caught up in the worry himself. Instead, he drew his staff and allowed it to shift forms into that of a magery wand, perfect to be used in enclosed situations and easier to maneuver with so many bodies around. With a flex of his will, Alexei summoned a ball of light at the tip of the wand and sent it out ahead of the group. It illuminated the dank depths of the tunnel that they were slowly descending into. Once upon a time, Alexei could have imagined the tunnel being used for mining and most likely to serve as a lower down access port to the well that he had originally sensed the malaise of the Proto Lord seep
As Alexei explained what the Proto Lord was to Harold and the other members of the Royal Defence Corps he could tell that their willingness to fight such a creature was waning further and further. Alexei could understand. After being told to go to the front line and expecting to die in combat defending the kingdom the shades had all disappeared. That had given them all a second chance at living. Being told that they instead had to fight a being that was well on its way to becoming the next Demon Lord? Something that, just like the shades, could kill you and then perhaps use you to fight the rest of your friends? That wasn’t something that a lot of people were keen on. Harold, though, was a brave man and always had been. “Very well,” He said as Alexei came to the end of his explanation, “If that is the case then this so-called Proto Lord must fall before the Proto part of the wretched thing's name becomes Demon instead.“I will not order anyone to join myself or Alexei in this f
Alexei placed his hand onto the Warp Gate and sent a pulse of magery through the system. He’d never actually had to operate one of the things before, but thanks to his more innate relationship with magery it was a bit like opening a book and simply reading from the pages. He placed his palm onto the stone and it fed information directly to him and allowed him to open a temporary link between the gate he was standing next to and the gate that was back in Alandria. It opened with a sputter at first and then, as Alexei made the link between the gates more solid, it blazed into life with a swirling blue glow. “You really are full of surprises now, aren’t you,” Harold said with a shake of his head, he couldn’t believe how different his friend had become compared to the last time he had seen the man. “Just a bit of advanced magery,” Alexei shrugged, “What did you expect me to do when I got kicked out of the Academy, go become a merchant somewhere?”“That probably would have been the sm
Alexei worked his way through the woods until he was able to catch up with the soldiers of the Royal Defence Corps. These were all men and women who had gone through the training at the Academy and come out the other end, each of them with a Power Divine powerful enough for the previous Demon Lord to want to absorb it. Perfect for fighting against a Proto Lord who hadn’t fully come into the powers that Eldreth was offering them. At first, Alexei wasn’t sure who he should approach, but then he noticed someone who looked just a little bit familiar. Without any doubts, Alexei was sure the man he saw walking in the centre of the column was none other than his old friend from the Academy, Harold. “Harold!” He exclaimed, “Is that you?” The column of marching soldiers froze instantly, like a rabbit caught in the path of an oncoming dragonhorse, before turning on Alexei with their powers at the ready. It took only a moment for Harold to realise who had called out to him. “A… Alexei?!
“Okay, wish me luck you two,” Alexei said, he was standing in front of a Warp Gate, one that Risa had told him led to a town that was very close to the front. Neave wrapped her arms around him as best she could and he returned it by holding her close. “You better come back safely, yeah?” Risa said, she held his gaze with a stern look. “Hey, if the Shades are running wild then you have my promise that I’ll be jumping right back into that Warp Gate,” Alexei said, “This is a recon mission, nothing more nothing less. Promise.”She gave him a critical eye, “You know, every time you’ve ever said that you’re just going to look at something or do a bit of recon you’ve come super close to dying.” “Yeah, but those times I had no idea what I was going into, this time it’s either going to be one of two things, and only one of those two things could actually be dangerous. Pretty good odds if you ask me,” Alexei said with a grin, though he could tell he was only annoying Risa with his banter.
Waking up in the morning Alexei realised that, despite everything that was going on, he actually felt pretty good. Not only was the threat of the Demon Lord technically dealt with, he’d also met with the Administrar and had basically engineered a situation where the man would no longer be able to send people after him. All things said and done, that was two of his major problems dealt with already, even if he did still plan to get his revenge on the Administrar in one way or another. The man couldn’t be allowed to continue in his post, not after he had sacrificed so many Initiates to the Shade Front for no good reason. When everything had concluded and everyone was safe, Alexei intended to go to the Royal Household and speak to the Emperor, perhaps he would listen to reason, if Alexei could get an audience with the man of course. Alexei pulled himself out of bed, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked off to the shower room. He shivered as the cold water streamed onto his
“So, let me get this straight,” Lyla said, “You’re going all the way to the front to maybe take on a massive Shade Army that you have no hope of actually fighting against just in case they’ve gone wild now that the Demon Lord is actually properly dead.” It was a pretty succinct way of explaining the situation, but Alexei was glad that Lyla had grasped the broad strokes of what was going on. “Yeah, pretty much,” Alexei shrugged, “Though I have a feeling that it’s not going to be nearly as bad as you’ve just made it sound. In fact, I think it’s going to be a wasted trip, but a necessary one just in case.” “A wasted trip?” Lyla asked. “Well, after first meeting the Demon Lord and being given a sliver of his powers I’ve always been able to sort of… you know, sense them,” Alexei said, “Just as a kind of dark fuzz off to the eastern border. Can’t feel that anymore.” “What, as in they’re just gone?” “That’s what it feels like, yeah,” Alexei said, “It feels like the Demon Lord had one l
While Alexei had made it seem as if he were going to be running off to the front lines as fast as he could, there was one thing that he needed to take care of before he left Alandria again. He was sure that if he left the city without at least swinging by The Trout’s Gills at least once then Lyla would have probably ripped his head off with her inhuman beastkin strength. Once again Alexei was struck by a distinct sense of de ja vu. The day had receded into night, with the final glimmers of the twilight sun just about peaking over the very top of the mountain. It was dark, and the streets of Alandria had drawn to a near-empty silence. The only thing that guided his way was the lamplight from the many torches that hung off of the sides of various buildings. The water lapped at the underside of boats and barges alike, and he knew that somewhere deep down under the water there was the body of the very first assassin that he had dealt with, now likely stripped of flesh to the bone by