Robert Wallace

Waves

The light shone with a brilliant warmth on the wave as it rushed towards the shore. Created by the wake of a trader as it headed towards Eastshore the day was of joy, play and mischief. The wave broke against a group of rocks, enveloping them for a moment before retreating back. The boy launched a pebble as the next wave headed to the shore.

'Bugger'. Dirty, damaged and at times desperate the tired mage new the game well and had played it many times. The fresh Shaahesk would not keep their ordered lines. Eyeing the approaching soldiers a spear caught his eye and then its carrier. Gripping the bloodied Staff of the Grey Archmage the incantation complemented the somatic flow of the hand and as both reached fruition there was a moment, a delay and then the spell was unleashed. In the mind of that Shaahesk and a number nearby a new realization dawned and the words of the Voivode seemed distant and quiet.

Cold

You could hear them, they were in there, just off the corridor. The boy said he would exchange the hearts for potions and there was gold in those potions, or there was when they were sold on.

The pair of them made a ready group with their summons. The door was swung open and the panther charged swiping at the first beetle and then the second. The novice mage completed his spell and another beetle fell. Just then something impacted on the his chest, he staggered back and fell. Pain then darkness then the cold. There was little breath left to carry the name 'Mara'.

Another casting from the wand and he was safe again. That bastard had just about reached him and he was one large lizard. It was time that he found a better vantage point to view the chaos. He could feel his body try to ache but the arcane kept it all in check for now. Enhanced with all that Andrinor could offer Robert Wallace imagined the god enjoying the scene and the struggles and castings of all his Trust mages.

He caught sight of a Le'Nofaythen scout withdraw from an engagement, blood flowing from a wound on her leg and under the attack of a brace of Shaahesk. Flipping a wand in his left hand he brought it in line with the closest Shaahesk to the scout and activated it. The lizard stopped in his tracks covered in a thick sticky goo. It was time for the second as it moved towards the slowing scout. The wand was once again in action but the lizard only stumbled and carried on. The scout looked up as the lizard brought its halberd down sending her to the ground. As it moved off Wallace made his way hasted towards the fallen Nanshi. With little skill he worked as he best he could to stem the blood and bring consciousness back to his ally. As her eyes flickered opened he concealed the scout and she drank her own healing brew. Taking a step back and turning his view was blocked by that bastard and now it would be his turn to feel a Drotid blade.

Light

'But can you make it shine again?, the girl was enthusiastic and entranced. 'Probably, I mean of course', the boy had studied for days for this moment. He could prove the bookwork was not a waste of time. It meant something, it could mean something. Slowly he recited the words and carefully he performed the necessary actions. There was a moment of nothing and then a faint light that turned into a strong glow. At that he picked the brooch up and pinned it once again to the girl. Relief filled his body and taking a step back he looked to the girls face and saw that her smile outshone his arcane efforts. The bookword did mean something and that was plain to see.

'And my sword' demanded the Lieutenant Colonel. At the start of it all there were a few pleasantries in the exchange but having fought for so long there were few words left. From one wand to another weapons were enhanced, bodies fortified, concealed and minds protected. A few expired wands were tossed to the side and Wallace crafted replacements, working quickly but placing gems carefully within the golden wands before fusing them with the needed spell. The Brigadier approached with his own blade. There was no need of a wand, for that weapon Wallace had the spells prepared and every confidence that the enchantments would be put to best use.