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.