Book 2 Prologue: A meeting most monotonous

Book 2 Prologue: A meeting most monotonous

Archmage Taeol dho Droxol, Ninth Finger and Fourth Researcher of Giantsrest, slumped back in his chair. He looked up at the ceiling far, far above. Archmage Exea just kept talking. Increased production this, greater slave reproduction rate that. He did not care.

His gaze meandered over the room, eyes lingering on the lines of architecture that were rigid, yet elegant. They were at the top of the obelisk-spire of Drozahn. It was the tallest tower of Giantsrest, a space that was sized for Giants, not men. This room was the pinnacle of Giantsrest, the place all of the thousands of toiling students below his feet fought and schemed to have a barest chance of entering. It stretched hundreds of feet in all directions and was decorated and protected with grand magics. And what did they use it for? Meetings.

Yes, there were magics to prevent echoing and ensure that every word spoken within this space was clearly audible. Enchantments to let them see anything in view of the tower, conjure accurate maps of the surrounding terrain and access information stored in archives below.

By the fingers of a fist, the Ascendent Council of Giantsrest was composed of the very top Archmages of the Ascendent Academy. They were the most proficient mages on Davrar, and this arcane wonder of a room was theirs to do with as they pleased.

But if Taeol had to listen to the prune-faced woman down the table talk about how well her governorship of Halsmet was going for five more minutes, he was going to start disintegrating serving slaves to make a point.

Instead, he raised a hand and twiddled his fingers. A young man and woman wearing nearly nothing hurried to his elbow, lowering their heads and presenting trays of delicacies. Taeol snatched a sweet bread and a small handful of olives before being distracted by the slave. His other hand drifted lower, thinking about what he might do after the meeting.

Assuming Exea ever shut up. Taeol popped an olive into his mouth with one hand, continuing to feel up the slave with the other.

Thats something the Ascendent Academy really does have though. The creature comforts. Proper privacy is impossible, and so is proper research. But you can't beat the luxuries. I should start planning to head back to my tower. But without materials

Taeol sighed, eyes drifting along the mages sitting along the table. More than a dozen archmages, all sitting with various degrees of attentiveness. Archmage Dennar was sitting at the head of the table today, having negotiated the chairman position for the meeting. Taeol didnt know why the old bat wasnt telling Exea to move on. Probably some political bribe of some kind or another. Or maybe they were fucking. Taeol didnt care. He was only here to make another request for materials to let him resume his research.

But Taeol was down at the end of the table, denoting his current favor. Or lack thereof. Next time, hed ensure that whoever he brought across dimensions was properly managed.

Taoel ate another olive, pushing the slave away. He was about to slump further down and resume examining the room when a crackling orb of lightning appeared at the end of the table next to Taeol. The empty end of the table, reserved for the honored founders. Taeol flinched away from it, and didnt even notice that Exea had stopped talking.

The ominous orb only lasted for a few seconds before it popped, replaced by a man sitting in a chair.

But this room is more warded against teleportation than my own butthole.

The man didnt look anything like the others sitting around the table. He was thin and ascetic, compared to their fat and pampered. His robes were simple and black instead of their elaborately colorful and heavily enchanted draperies. And his eyes.

Taeol took pride in his eyes. Their color and glow indicated the heights of Magic which Taeol had achieved. He loved seeing the orange illumination cast by his gaze when he cast a spell. But this mans eyes They were spirals of multicolored lights,shining spots of light on everything this man looked at.

He isnt even spreading the knowledge in Gemore! Hes just happy being an idiot adventurer, running around punching things! Who does that? Who turns down the chance to learn magic from an Archmage to go fight with their fists? Taeol scrubbed at his sweaty face, uncaring how it looked.

He looked back up, and Baduds eyes were intent and focused, pinning Taeol in place. What is this mans name?

Nathan Lark. I summoned one who was pushing the boundaries of knowledge, to teach me of all secrets of that world.

Baduds gaze did not waver. Is he a Questor?

Taeol blinked in confusion. What? No. Hes just a man. I blew his arm off with a [Disintegrate], even if he got it healed later. That doesnt happen in the first place with a Questor.

Badud frowned, looking concerned. Did he say anything strange about Davrar? What you are describing - it sounds like the start of a Questor. Was there nothing else?

More sweat popped to life on Taeols face. Was Nathan a Questor? That would be bad. Probably. Maybe Taeol shouldnt try to capture him anymore. He opened his mouth uncertainly, trying to remember those unhappy memories. He left a strange drawing on the wall of his cell. And a short piece of text carved into the table. I didnt know the language, and [Translate] returned gibberish. I have copies of them.

Taeol reached into one of his dimensional pockets, flicking through notebooks until he found the right one. He pulled it out and flipped to the page where hed copied the markings hed found in Nathans cell.

Badud looked them over, eyebrows furrowed. Hmm. I cannot tell. Maybe He looked back at Taeol. Capture him. You have made a regrettable mistake here. Succeed, and I will grant you more Insights into [Mass Teleport]. It is a useful spell that I wish Giantsrest knew of, and you are well positioned to spread it.

Taeol spluttered. But but I dont have any funds! Or retainers! Just my tower. I need something more.

The corner of Baduds mouth curled up. You have Insights. Teach. Make promises. Gather a following, and use them to capture Nathan. You have power. Use it yourself, with no more handouts. Learn this lesson well, Taeol. However smart you are, you must be willing to put your shoulders behind an effort for it to succeed. You cannot just plan and rely on others. You must manage actively. Be willing to stir your hands in your enemies guts.

With that, Badud made a flicking gesture and the door opened. Taeol was dismissed. He left, sweating even harder.

Badud watched the enchanted door close behind the overweight mage, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully as a grin spread slowly across his face.

I hope he is a Questor. It would be nice to have a rival. Kingdom-building is boring. Giantsrest has its creature comforts, but its at that interminable phase where the numbers need to come up before it can truly start expanding. And its always more fun if theres some resistance to the expansion phase.

Badud shrugged. There was nothing for it but to wait. And occasionally intervene. He bent down to examine the reports on slave numbers. It looked like some of the archmages were prioritizing their preferred physical traits over everything else, leading to an unfortunate slowdown in growth rate.