Nikadim was very old, and this was striking in many ways. As the years passed, he took less care of himself, his unwashed gray hair looked like a gray washcloth, a long, unkempt beard and many wrinkles on a hard face emphasized the fatigue of faded eyes. At the same time, the old man was very tall, had broad shoulders and a straight back, his voice sounded booming, and his eyes remained clear. Nikadim's head was encircled by a shining golden hoop with a large blue stone in his forehead, bracelets and rings, both precious and iron, and some even made of rare materials - bone, wood, stone, jingled on his hands and fingers. Old tried-and-true jewelry tools hung from a rich belt, chains, medallions, key rings tinkled here and there; in the pockets of the mantle, too, something was constantly rattling and spilling over.“Attornak was going to throw you to someone, but, fortunately, I participated in the assembly of these artifacts and cheated here and there. Now all such a maetha first pas
The recruitment of students to the Academy has long been considered an unofficial holiday in Riven. The doors of the shops were closed that day, and people hurried to the Pier of Miracles with their whole families. The gates of the Academy swung open before them, and the watchmen fell into a deep magical sleep. There were no crowds on all four roads. Still, after all, only twice a year the wizards let the common people into their possessions, it was impossible to miss such a chance.The rules established by the magicians forbade leaving the main roads and going deeper into the park - as soon as someone violated this prohibition, chichivarniks, also known as grass dogs, immediately emerged from the grass. The creatures are supremely cute, like furry stoats with grass instead of fur. They yelped loudly and bit painfully, but they did not pose any danger at all, although they seemed quite formidable to ordinary people.Tobius walked freely on the grass next to the road - among the townsp
Four neophyte wizards immediately jumped up to him, who, accepting his works, carried them to the rulers of the Academy.“Allow me to ask, enchantment Tobius,” Gasparda carefully examined the skillful sketches of plants and insects on the pages of the book he got, “where did you meet all these curious specimens unknown to modern magical science?”“In the Savage Land, your might.There was a deathly silence for a few seconds, then the audience buzzed like a disturbed hornet's nest, sometimes surprised, sometimes indignant, sometimes even hysterical.- To order! Gasparda roared. "Have you set foot in the Savage Land, enchantment Thobius?" Did I misheard?No, your power. To roughly round it off, I could say that I lived in the forests of the Wild Land for two years. During this time, my life has been in danger more than twenty thousand times for one reason or another. I suffered three serious illnesses of unknown origin, which I described in treatises, met five species of animals officia
“I remind you that this fight is only intended to demonstrate the effect of a new spell. I hope you don't forget this in the heat of the fight. Raise the barrier!A softly glowing dome appeared over the arena, separating the two wizards from the rest of the audience. Ashari began to walk slowly in a circle, twirling his staff in his fingers, upholstered in red copper and with a precious alovite inserted into the knob. A one-handed sword and a red velvet-studded spell book hung from the belt of his red-orange robe. The Bully had long muscular arms and the habits of an experienced warrior, in combat spells he preferred fire, and not reproductions of magical power in the form of fire, but real living fire, which gave the spells increased lethality. It was also impossible to forget that a long staff strengthened and focused magical currents better than a wand, besides, it is also a pole weapon that can be used as a fighting pole. All mages of the Riven Academy are trained in the use of bl
Thobius left the auditorium alone, never having touched Ashari's staff and sword. There were many wizards around, but they all stayed away from him. Alone, he went out into the square. Not far from the main tower, Tobius sat down on a stone bench and looked around at the statues of the founders. It was hard to breathe, the supply of magical powers was almost exhausted. Who would have thought that you would have to give all your best in a demonstration battle!“You surprised everyone quite a bit, enchant Tobius. The magician sat down on the other side of the bench with tired eyes.“Char… Fasileh Samum, right?“Just Fasileh. Since we're both masters now.“Yes… both… your ability to manipulate sand is quite impressive. Most geomancers can't.- Yes, they cannot rely on him, they do not feel in him the firmness they love. Thank you,” Samum smiled, “but this is a mutation of the genome, not an acquired skill. It is impossible to learn this, and therefore, all my merits are divided into two.
Tobius was beginning to lose concentration. With the last of his strength, he switched to thinking about a new formula for a spell to exorcise spirits.- Get up. Char Nikadim, I don't dare to detain you anymore either.The Artifact nodded and left the office with Tobius. They spoke only after going down two floors.“Why was the char Sechelforsus there?”The jeweler answered a question with a question:“Our dear Gaspard charm looks like a sly one?”- Sorry?“Gasparda Fire Cloud,” Nikadim chuckled, “the strongest wizard in Riven. It is possible that in the whole Westerreich. I don't know a magician that Gasparda couldn't press to his fingernail. People like him are usually thought to like to impose their will by force. But our "rector" is not like that. His main strength lies not in combat skills, but in the fact that he is always ready to take a hit. Gaspard is a sly one. He has a thousand eyes and ears everywhere, where it is necessary and not necessary, and most of his actions are in
That night the wizard slept badly and not for long. Getting up before dark, he put himself in order, dressed, settled accounts with the hosts and went out into the predawn coolness, leading the golems. But the magician went, of course, not to the western city gates and not even to the Pier of Miracles. No, he directed his steps towards the Temple Island, a piece of land standing in the middle of the Mjoln River, which flows through the capital of the Riven kingdom. On the Temple Island, or on the Island de Santa Templorica, as it was also called, stood a temple, huge and majestic, one of the oldest in the Westerreich.Leaving the Bully and the Reaper behind, so that they would not completely deteriorate under the shadow of divine grace, Tobius walked along the bridge of the Twelve Righteous over the waters of a wide river, passing the pedestals of men and women whose good deeds were described on the pages of church textbooks and in the Lives of the Saints. With each step, he more and
Bowing one last time, Tobius stepped into the glowing archway and stepped out of it on the other side. As always, the portals of the Academy worked perfectly: no side effects or ailments. The gray master found himself in the middle of a large round room in which a soft bluish twilight reigned; carpets on the tiled floor, decent furniture, a spiral staircase going up along the wall.“Welcome, your majesty.Surprisingly, as soon as the arch of the portal went out, the room immediately became brighter, and the master noticed the wizard in a sparkling half-robe the color of a thrush's egg. He was a young man about his own age, broad-shouldered, tall, with long wheat-colored hair.- Yes, I know you ... Alestan!“Your might,” the cryomancer bowed back.- Do not do that! I received the staff just yesterday.“And now you are a master,” the northerner replied coolly.“Eh… yes. Are we already in Ora?- Of course not. How do you imagine a portal hanging across the sea?— Yes, yes, you are right.
After Tobius Moth entered the Academy grounds in front of hundreds of wizards, everything went awry. After some time, many heard through the Astral the appeal of Tobius, in which he denounced the archmage Shivarius the Polyhedron, calling him a renegade, guilty of the war with the Zulans and sabotage of the Academy. After that, hours passed before the barrier that kept the magicians out of the campus began to lose stability, and they began to diligently hit it with all available spells, despite the constant interference in the form of the air element. In the end, the barrier was broken through, and, having risen to the top of the main tower, the magicians found the rulers of the Academy there in full force, alive and unharmed.The guilt of Shivarius the Polyhedron was confirmed by the words of the stewards, and the wizards of the Academy were ordered to immediately begin the search for the missing traitor. But neither Archmage Shivarius nor Magister Tobius could be found. They weren't
As the Polyhedron and the Free Gyenjoylin battled, Tobius chose the moment tensely. It was not easy, because, unlike himself, Shivarius effortlessly parried and counterattacked the magical creature. He was fast, deadly, masterfully interspersed with sword and staff strikes with magical attacks, pushing the gyanjoilin and lashing him with energy chains that appeared here and there from the air. Shivarius knew plenty of ways to inflict pain and injury on a creature that could disintegrate in smoke and reunite. The moment came, and Thobius did not miss it, dishonorably hitting the archmage in the back with the Ice Drill. The impaled renegade fell to the ground, and the Gyenjoylin immediately struck his chest with his blade. But instead of dying, Shivarius turned into a flock of asps that flew up to the ceiling, merged together, recreating the unharmed body of the wizard, and he collapsed on the back of the gyenjoilin's neck, plunging his sword into his unsteady flesh. Crying terribly, th
And Chaos."I'll tell you what, boy, let me out!" Let me out and I'll kill Shivarius! I swear I'll finish off this nasty bastard, I'll pop him like a stinky pimple and then lick the contents! Don't hesitate, I will! Of course, I'll kill you too, but at least your death will be quick... maybe... I don't know, I haven't decided yet! But you can believe me, I will make Shivarius suffer for a long time!“I came here for nothing.- No, wait, wait, let me out ... no, just loosen the fetters a little! Even a nobody like you can do it, come on, give me a little chance, buddy! Let's!- Never!— Like this, right? And you have no other choice! You can’t do it yourself, boy, the task is not up to you!I was hoping for advice!- What advice?! Do you hear yourself?! What advice were you hoping to hear, slug?! Do you think there is some workaround? Do you think there is a way for a nonentity like you to bring down a colossus like Shivarius?! You live in the real world, motherfucker! In real - not in
— Eishubeihwan.“Master wishes to give me a new name?” the gyenjoylin asked in a leaden voice.- The owner wants to give you this polyhedron. Take it somewhere where no one will see it, throw it as many times as you like - and put the fallen signs into your new name. By doing this, you will become your own master.The tiny wooden craft was in a wide palm, and the gyenjoylin stared at this priceless gift in disbelief.- Can't be…“I am an honest wizard and I keep my word.“Oaths given in the name of the Mage of Mages do not have to be kept before those whom he commanded to rule.“I have always fulfilled my oaths, to whom I gave them, to the king or the goldsmith,” replied the gray master.Gyenjoylin hid the ball in his belt and, materializing the sheath, hid the blade in it.“Shivarius will kill you if he catches you. Hide somewhere else... I don't know how you could beat him."Even with your help?" Tobius slid along the edge of the abyss. - I do not intend to change my decision, altho
The danger was warned by a sharp gust of wind, which was nowhere to be expected in a room devoid of windows or a second exit. Tobius jumped back just in time to avoid being hit by lightning. Directly under the ceiling, on huge bright wings, a giant butterfly soared, fanned by a halo of iridescent glow. This beautiful creature would become an appropriate guest in innocent children's dreams, if fireballs, lightning and deadly ice arrows did not rain down from its delightful wings, from which the wizard had to leave insane zigzags.He blocked part of the attacks, diligently answered, attacked, maneuvered, defended himself, attacked again, but the butterfly flew quickly, beat accurately and accurately and did not know fatigue. It was Bambaleska, one of Pongemonius' beasts, summoned to Valemar by Shivarius the Polyhedron. Saturated with her master's magic like nectar, she set up an ambush near the ipspiroch and patiently waited for the stupid young wizard to reach for the artifact. Fightin
Tobius tossed all three blueprints forward, energized them, and trapped the spirit in a triangular trap. Boards with luminous lines revolved around the pascantes, held together only occasionally by discharges of magical power running between them. Thobius cast a banishing spell, using the sharp knob of his staff to draw a polysyllabic drawing in the air with a septagram at its base. Pascantes pounded with his fists on the barrier that stopped him; He tore through the Gray Wall fairly quickly, but the second trick really gave him trouble. The revolving blueprints contracted as Thobius cast the spell, and the gray magister had only to “squeeze” a little to throw the pascantes somewhere in the area of the Arimead archipelago, when the spirit nevertheless split one of the typesetting wooden plates and freed itself.The magic system could not exist with less than three reference coordinates. The next blow knocked the spirit out of Tobius, he flew off into the open interior of the cabinet
— Open it, there is a lot of interesting things in this book, but the most important thing for you is now on the flyleaf. Come on, open it up and try to read it.Thobius obeyed, opening a sheet of the thinnest parchment, which had yellowed with time, and saw on it an even line drawn in blue, barely distinguishable ink. On a hunch, he touched the badges, pouring a drop of his magic into them, and they shone as if filled with blue flames.Jassar... Ansafarus? Something quivered in Tobius's soul and exploded.“I remember what it was like to hold for the first time something that Jassar himself once held before me. And not just holding on. He created this book, created the matter of which it is composed, inscribed everything in it, from the first to the last character. It's Jassar's book, Tobius. I went through the arms of death and great torment to get to it, entered the Wild Land with a dozen faithful, experienced, proven associates, friends whom I loved like brothers and sisters ... an
"What does that mean, charm?!" - the officer shouted, trying to block the screams of the indignant crowd.“It’s just that sometimes people need a little help to be human.But no one heard him. The guard held back the indignant, flying from everywhere, but rotten vegetables and insulting words did not reach; the irritated city fathers hurriedly retreated, accompanied by guards - they, too, could have been punished for a disrupted performance, although they were not to blame for anything. Tobius, on the other hand, looked around carefully and thought - people deliberately save rotten meat until better times, so that later they can throw it at someone, or some quick-witted hawkers go through the crowd and sell spoiled food for everyone, before some drunkard is wrapped in pads and it will be possible to use the sufferer's face as a target?The magician struck the ground with his staff, and his voice sounded like thunder, reaching the ears of all those gathered:It was my prisoner! I fough
He walked around the building, as he had done on his first visit. The walls of the inn were protected by prayers that warded off not only evil, but magic itself as it is. It was impossible to get inside, but Tobius was not used to looking at the world from the height of a chicken perch, he looked wide and far, like a soaring eagle. Mainly because he had a flexible, inquisitive mind, but the ability to fly also helped.Soaring on the Wings of an Eagle, the wizard climbed to the very top of the tower, to where Marin had an office. Having looked into the windows that had not been washed for a long time and making sure that the holy grace does not protect them, the gray master broke several glasses and got inside.Despite the fragments that scattered on the floor, the former office did not begin to seem any more dirty; a mess, mixed with desolation, already reigned inside. There was no doubt that someone, most likely experienced "sniffers" of Investments, climbed the premises far and wide