Book 8: Chapter 4: T

Book 8: Chapter 4: T

(The author is on their monthly break until February 6th for Patreons, February 9th for Public readers!)

As the cargo ship approached Wistram Academy, it burst into the sun. It had been raining but a moment ago; now, the [Sailors] relaxed and cheered.

They had arrived. And what a long voyage it had been! Too long. Especially to hear one of the passengers complain. The [Captain] himself was glad to be headed towards the docks. He had erred greatly, making a round trip across Pheislant rather than heading straight for the Isle of Mages.

It was usual for anyone who made the Wistram Detourbecause the academy was in the center of most maps, in the middle of the ocean between all the continentsto go along ports and collect people and [Mages] before heading to Wistram Academy. And given the number of people wanting to go right nowand the number of ships already docked and unloadingit had seemed like a profitable run.

However, the affable Drake [Trading Captain] had nearly yanked out all his neck-spines after nearly a week of being harangued by one of his passengers. The old half-Elf had practically flayed the Drakes scales off with his tongue alone after hearing he wouldnt immediately be taken to Wistram.

It wasnt like hed paid more than anyone else, as the Drake had patiently pointed out. To which hed received the astonishing response that a [Mage] paid for service and that the [Captain] shouldnt have even demanded a fee up front from a real [Mage].

Which was so incomprehensible that the crew had made jokes under their breath the entire cruise about the idea. The [Captain] however, had heard of stuff like that. [Archmages] whod walk onto a vessel and demand the owner take them somewhereeven if they were [Pirate Lords] or [Storm Captains].

But that was the stuff of old tales. And againhis passenger was a half-Elf who was so old he had white hair, even if he looked imposingly well-preserved.

So the [Captain] had flattered and apologized, and pointed out he was taking fellow [Mages] to Wistram and that they were also taking new students for this quarterand kept well out of the old mans way.

Now, he was breathing a sigh of relief as he came into dock. The [Harbormaster] was waving him in; a man whose job was normally cushy, but who was right now cursing as dozens of ships came in and out. Per day.

Not that Wistram didnt have enough places; it was an island so you could theoretically hop out on shore or take a rowboat, which was what some parties were electing to do. There were other docks too, which had actually been raised out of the sea for this occasion. Normally, Wistram didnt get this much sea traffic.

But something was up with the academy. And that something was a gathering of [Mages] not seen since they had come together to declare the King of Destruction a public threat oh, thirty, forty years ago?

This was because Wistram had a secret. A big one, that had been circulating the academy since last year.

The Academy of Secrets, as it was sometimes called, traded such things. Sofor a small secret, the lowest denomination of their secondary currency, you could learn this:

There were a bunch of strange kids in the academy. All Human.

Nothing much. That was a small secret, and it wasnt even worth much. Small secrets were like that. Hints.

If you whistle while walking down a certain corridor, something interesting might happen.

For instance, that was a small secret that hinted at a larger truth. Wellthis was a spent secret in that most people knew about it.

Mage lingo. For instance, the medium-equivalent would be

The Somela Corridor has a secret uncovered by whistling.

Or

There are a group of Humans who the Archmages and the factions are fighting over. Here are the names of some of them

More detail, more value. Now, the Somela corridors value stopped there since no one really needed to know more than that you could uncover the dedicated music classrooms and auditoriums by whistling a tune while walking there.

A decent tune, mind you. Anyone who couldnt hold a note didnt get to get in.

However, the big secrets and grand secrets? Those were where detail was everything. A big secret about what was consuming Wistram? It would include a list of every single one of them, confirmed and unconfirmed, what theyd done to be so interestingif the secret broker was at all good, obviouslyand the following:

These children do not come from any nation that can be pointed to on a map. They come from somewhere else, and the Archmages will have anyones head who doesnt have their factions backing to tell the secret. And there are more of them being found every week.

Not many could afford that secret. Everyone, from the students to the teachers to the [Mages] living in Wistram, knew something about the Earthers. How much? Well

And it was rare, but this secret had not left Wistrams halls. The Archmages and the Council had put a lockdown on [Message] spellssince of course they could detect what was being sentand had warned people. This was a secret for [Mages]. If you think its worth blabbing to someone, you might just find it was the last word you ever said in Wistram Academy.

Because theyd kick you out. Not because theyd kill you. Ahem.

It was this secret which was driving everyone to gather here. Because even experienced [Mages] with great friends in the academy received silence when they asked what the hullabaloo was about. Their allies only said one thing: Come back. Theres something important you need to see.

Thus, they came. And not just those who knew there was something to learn. [Mages] of every species, color, level, and age were congregating at the Academy, or would be on the way. Not all would arrive at one time; for instance, a certain half-Elf [Battlemage] was dragging her companions to the nearest harbor. It didnt matter that she wasnt here now, either.

This would be a month-long event. A semester of chaos and meetings and of course, banquets. That was why some [Mages] who hadnt even graduated from Wistram were coming. For the event, to learn, and to eat. Drakes from Fissival, [Depth Mages] from the Drowned Folk, [Mages] fleeing from Belchan, other academies brightest and best to represent them, and so on.

Thus, as the Splendid Scale docked, not only was the [Harbormaster] and his team there to help count cargo, or speed up the unloading of passengers, a number of young [Mages] with diplomatic skills or inclinations were at the docks too.

Because Wistram had no idea who was coming. Oh, they had called on their Archmages, old Councilmembers, [Mages] in good esteem, and everyone on their list, but their actual messages content had read somewhat differently from a call-to-arms. It was more like a social cue, and a casual one at that.

Hey, weve got food and drinks and secrets to share. Get over here and bring those braised Phoenix wings you had last time.

So they came. A flood of [Mages]. A herda packa cabal? A sorcery of [Mages], returning home.

One of the young [Bards] in the welcoming committee was adjusting her clothing as the morning sun made her sweat a bit. There wasnt much of a breeze; Wistram was always sunny and calm and she had a Terandrian doublet, adjusted for a [Bard]s sense of style, on.

She was one of those rare students whose real class wasnt exactly [Mage]. But [Bards] used magic! Some of them. Barelle the Bard, for instance. So theyd put her in charge of welcoming Terandrians.

It was her job to sort people coming in. Into the right camps. For instance, there were the Archmagestwo had already arrived!

Old Verdan Blackwood, the Dullahan Archmage and one of two from Baleros had actually made the trip, eager to learn what his people were hinting at. He was affiliated with the Iron Vanguard and the Qua-Baleros faction, which was hugely political. Smaller, really; they had more members abroad. They essentially were like the Libertarians with less focus on political reform, but represented their continent of Baleros just as heavily.

More overtly too; the Libertarians pretended like their mostly-Human, pro-interference party wasnt the party of Terandria. Dullahans didnt bother. Verdan, by extension, did not either; he was Human, but he was called the Dullahan Archmage because he wore armor like them and was essentially the extension of the Iron Vanguards might, for all Archmages were theoretically neutral.

He would have been a stir in himself. But then had come Archmage Valeterisa of Izril. And Wistram had flipped.

The Archmage of Izril had not been seen in a decade! Moreoverthe reclusive Archmage had long since left the Academy to pursue her own magic. The fact that she had arrived and immediately demanded to see all the spells that had been invented or discovered was hilarious; she hadnt even known the full scope of what was happening!

The young [Bard], Mena Alstren, would have loved to be in the academy trading secrets and maybe even meeting the new and powerful [Mages] coming in. But she had been assigned this job and at least she could maybe earn some points by introducing herself! Not that some of the old Terandrian [Mages] would remember her; shed met half a dozen crotchety old men and women.

As the new boat came alongside the docks and the gangplank was lowered, the young woman glanced up and reluctantly got to her feet off the makeshift benches the greeting party had made out of barrels, sacks, and so on. She heard a call

Splendid Scale! No cargopassengers only! New students, visitors from Izril and Terandria!

Ah, the new students. Selphids tits, I forgot they were coming! Someone greet them. I nominate you, Beme.

Me? Ohfine. But you have to tell one of the [Mages] they need settling in!

Tell Cognita. Find a Golem and do it.

I dont want to, though

The young Lizardmanreally, a Lizardboywhined. The Centaur was unmoved. He glanced sideways.

Visitors from Terandria and Izril? Thats you and Seky, Mena.

Dont abbreviate my name.

An Oldblood Drake grumbled. She nodded at Mena and adjusted her much more open clothing as Mena put a big smile on her face. They began to walk to the gangplank as the students lined up

From the railings of the trade ship, a pillar of stone smashed the gangplank to bits. The greeting party, [Harbormaster], and other [Captains] and crews recoiled as bits of wood splintered into the water. The pillar of stone caused a huge splash of water.

Some of it got on Menas doublet. She stared.

A piece of wood? Is this what weve come to? First you cart me all the way to Pheislant like some piece of merchandise and nowout of the way. If no one else will do it, Ill handle it myself! [Bridge of Light]!

A shimmering walkway appeared in front of the scared passengers and greeting party. A gently sloping rampwith stairs on either side, even handrails! Mena gaped.

That was a Tier 4maybe a Tier 5 spell! She wasnt sure, but it was more than just the tier that amazed her. It was beautiful. She had seen light-spells like the [Light Wall] version of the famous wall-defensive spells, but it was justsolid light. This? This was semi-transparent, gently molded colors along the vein of yellow such that they turned to green twining tendrils like vines around the railings, orange where the bridge met stone or wood, blue down the center

It was a piece of art. And it had appeared in an instant.

The new students staredthen flooded down the walkway after testing it gingerly. They were fleeing the irate speaker. Mena looked at Seky and approached nervously. She heard the old half-Elf at the same time as she saw him lecturing the Drake [Trade Captain].

one does not make a [Mage] walk down pieces of wood. Not for a returning [Grand Mage] of Wistram! At least I see my reception party is down there, but I expected coordination with the docks! A [Light Bridge] is the least I could expectnot to mention the rain!

I am terribly sorry, Grand Mage Eldavin. Its just thatthethe rain?

The Drake had a terribly put-upon look. Reflexively, they all glanced towards the horizon; rain was pounding the bubble of calm air and sunny skies.

Exactly! I was rained upon on our trip here! They couldnt send a [Weather Mage] to whirl it elsewhere?

III can only apologize again, Grand Magus. But we have arrived! Perhaps youd care to disembark at this time and put our inferior service behind you?

The Captain looked like he would like that very much. Eldavin sniffed. He rummaged in his bag of holding.

It seems it is time. I will not say this was a pleasant trip, [Captain]. Bear in mind proper service next time. Howeverfor your trouble.

He dropped a ruby the size of the Drakes palm in the [Captain]s hand. The Drakes eyes popped. The half-Elf turned away. Mena began adjusting her doublet. She wished she had a hair-comb.

-

The week-long delay had been good for something, at least. After a week, Teriarch had stopped tripping on his toes, and hed refamiliarized himself with most aspects of having a humanoid body.

What a ridiculous design. Two legs? There was no real support there! Hed fallen too many times, forgetting he had neither tail nor two more legs to keep him stable. Even Drakes had a tailhe should have gone as a Drake.

But half-Elves got to be old without question, so Eldavin had managed. Hed also gotten back into casting spells aswell, [Mages] did it. Put the magic in the box and it worked. Boring, but there you went and it was bad to do magic any other way here.

And hed arrived. The Dragonno, half-Elf, he had to be in characterinhaled. Ah, what a relief. The Drake was spluttering, no doubt at the shoddy tip. Well, that was what one got. A real [Grand Mage]s gratitude, now

UmumGrand Magus Eldavin? My name is Mena. I and Sekiyas are delighted to welcome you to Wistram Academy!

A young, Human woman greeted the Dragon with a bow. The Drake beside her did the same, wide-eyed. TeriarchnoEldavinsmiled. Then he stopped.

I am delighted to return. And I see my reception is?

He peered past Mena for the rest of the greeting party. But a Lizardman was taking the new students up and to the Academy and the rest hadnt bestirred themselves.

He frowned. The young [Bard]s smile desperately widened.

Im so sorry, Grand Magus. But we are having [Mages] arriving each hour and we are a bitunderstaffed.

She nudged Seky. The Drake nodded rapidly.

Extremely. Too many boats, not enough [Mages]. Ereven Archmage Valeterisa had to wait to come into dock!

That was true, if only by virtue of her not having announced herself. Teriarch read it as a mixed truth, but let it slide.

[Mages] were used to telling truths or not at all, since most learned [Detect Truth] or [Detect Lie] in their first year. Smart ones learned both.

Even an Archmage? I see, I see. Wistram must be in the throes of chaos, then. Or maybe its improper management. At least they sent someone.

He grumbled. Mena felt sweat running down her back. Oh no. This was a crotchety old [Mage], worse even than the old woman who made Mena walk her all the way into the academy and her old rooms! She had to turn up the charm offensive.

And as it happened[Charm Smile], a good ear, and a willingness to accommodate went a long way. She made her smile vanish into one of apologetic dismay at once.

I am so sorry, Grand Magus. I only knew you were arriving and Im not in charge of the reception affairs. If you could pardon the lack of decorumI am sorry again.

Well, I suppose its not your fault. These things happen.

The half-Elf harrumphed, but he was already looking more mollified. Seky gave Mena a nudge and look of approval. Good job! Mena was happy herself; she was training as a [Bard], but that last bit had come from the plays they were putting on. She was a lead actress in one.

Flattery and respect. That was what Teriarch desired. He could tell the young woman wasnt being entirely truthful, but he could well understand that she wasnt in charge.

He might have a temper. The Dragon had to admit that. Millennia had passed and well, he was who he was. Not that he was a brash young Dragon whod burn a city to ash for being snubbed. No, he was past that stage of life

And he was Eldavin. Remember that. The Dragon scolded himself as he walked onto the docks. People were admiring the [Light Bridge]; he had copied the design from a quite nice one hed once seen. But he reminded himself to tone down the overt magic.

He was not a Dragon here. Eldavin had limits. Actual, physical limits that Teriarch did not. The two legs aside, his mana pool was a lot weaker in the simulacra than a Dragons. Still considerable, but Teriarch couldnt just cast Tierdamn. Those damn Tiers were going to be a pain.

And he had to be more accommodating. He was a [Grand Magus], but not one most people would be familiar with, hence the ruse. Be a bit more diplomatic, TEldavin, old chap. Obviously, Eldavin should have a proper respect for himself! But

Have you your old rooms for a prolonged stay, Grand Magus, or would you like us to take you to your factions headquarters?

My rooms were not assigned to me?

ErI dontwell, I dont know if anyone recalls your rooms, Grand Magus. Im terribly sorry

The half-Elf lifted a hand.

Ah, it has been at least a century since I last visited, hasnt it?

Longer still. The two young [Mages] gaped at him and the half-Elf amended his words.

Visited more than a week, that is. I suppose Ill rediscover if my rooms are extant. As for faction? None.

O-oh? Well, then, Wistram must have changeda century?

I am a half-Elf, my dear. Time passes differently for us. Id imagine some of the better [Mages] would remember me, although I was hardly an active presence. Who are the new Archmages? The ones present.

Mena blinked.

Archmages Feor, Nailihuaile, Viltach, Verdan, and Valeterisa are all present at the moment, Grand Magus. We might get the remaining twoand Archmage Amerys was removed from her position, of course.

I see. New blood, it seems. Well, I remember Feor? Do I? [Recall Memory].

Eldavin frowned and tapped his head. He brightened.

Ah! Yes! I do! He was that scamp who once upended three entire tables with that misfiring spell! Ah, good to see him rising to the class of [Archmage]. I must remark on that.

Menas mouth opened and closed. She looked at Seky. She had definitely heard the [Archmage] class. She wondered if she should say something as they walked onto the docks.

Eldavin stopped then, and the two [Mages] saw him blink upwards. Because some of the other parts of the welcoming committee had impressed themselves on him.

Giant metal Golems stood sentry, their armor polished and gleaming, their swords and shields reminiscent of [Knights]. But only a half-Giant [Knight] would be twelve feet tall. These ones were part of Wistrams reminder of power for all guests. They just stood there of course; Cognita had been asked to post them.

Ah.

Eldavin gazed up, and Mena decided that the Golems could have been here specifically for him. She was about to tell the old half-Elf this when he strode up to the nearest one and halted in front of it.

No personal baggage to unload. However, you may escort me to my rooms. Here is my bag of holding.

He proffered the object at his side to the giant metal Golem. The [Mages] on the docks stared.

The huge guardians sentry head slowly turned. It stared down at Eldavin. Mena hurried forwards.

Grand Magusthose arent really escorts so much as

Not escorting us? Nor to unload? What are they supposed to do, kill intruders?

Eldavin was much upset. He put his bag of holding back as the Golem returned to staring ahead. He looked around, then blew out his cheeks.

Wistrams sense of decorum really has gone downhill. Is this Zelkyrs work? Nowaithes gone, isnt he? Hah! When Archmage Chandler was still present, we would have proper service! Not even skeletons or Wights, but a proper staff. Trust a Drake to be too stingy to pay for help, or even send proper Golems to greet the guests. A real shame about himbut that was before your time, young lady. Now there was someone who understood manners.

He shook his head. Menas jaw dropped open and stayed there. Because it had taken her a secondbut then she recalled whom Archmage Chandler was.

Eldavin rapped his knuckles on the Golems arm and winced. Hed forgotten how fragile bodies were! Pain, bladder issuesoh, what a mess.

Tell Zelkyr Ive seen better, even for reception. Golems of metal? Pah.

The Golem stared at him again and then went back to staring ahead. Eldavin shook his head. He noticed the [Bard] staring at him and smiled.

Dont look so alarmed, my dear. One does rib at the Archmages. Its traditional, even if they have passed, and I dont know the new ones. Some can be touchyah, well, Zelkyr himself. But he might as well come down and object himself then, eh?

She nodded slowly. Everyone was staring at Eldavin as he sighed. He proceeded up the hill, talking nonstop. Mena slowly and covertly sent Seky to run ahead to tell someone else in charge they were getting a really troublesome old man. The kind who they did not want on display tonight.

-

Soner was a Naga and part of the Revivalist faction. Also, in charge of coordinating rooms, seating, and so on. With Cognita. But his job was to do what the Golem would not, which was make sure Wistram looked good.

They had given the job of sorting the new arrivals to the dock-group. There were the Archmages, trusted friends of the Academy, and so on. Then there were the guests.

The guests who would not know more than what was told. Who would be impressed yet not privy to Wistrams secrets. Some would mingle with Councilmembers, but there would be rank.

For instance, Fissival would not sit with the Archmages, for all they had sent a number of their Drakes. Just because it was Fissival.

Soner was a [High Mage], and whilst not being specialized in this class, was high-level enough to get a good estimate of most peoples levels and he was also a political animal and knew who was noble and who was not.

Hed only had trouble with the Drowned Folks representatives. He couldnt get a read on the [Depth Mages], and their leader, a very old woman with a bunch of daughters all in veils, had apparently come to represent the Undersea Crews.

Were they [Pirates], then, as the Drowned Folk often were, or esteemed guests? Hed put them at a separate table not too far from the high table to offend, but definitely sectioned off as they were.

Now, he was annoyed as he turned to Seky.

Grand Magus? We can put him in the third setting. If hes not of a faction, hes fine. So what if he cast [Light Bridge]? I can cast that!

Hes a bitweird, Magus Soner. Thats all.

The Drake couldnt explain. The [High Mage] sighed, adjusted his suit; not all [Mages] had to wear robes! And found Magus Eldavin.

I remember a time before Zelkyr came to power. We always had Golems, but there was an actual cleaning staff you know. Well, in times before that Wistram used automated magics, but they get tangled up. Easier just to pay for it and be done. So no ones seen Zelkyr? No hints hes alive?

Mena looked up with a put-upon look as the Naga slithered over.

Not a one, Grand Magus. Butoh, heres High Magus Soner. Magus Soner, the Grand Magus has just arrived and were not sure if his rooms are still, um, unoccupied. Its been a hundred years since he was last here.

She stressed that last part. Soner blinked. A hundred? He hadnt missed the half-Elfs ears, but this was something.

Grand Magus Eldavin. I am honored to meet you. Forgive me for not coming in personwere extremely busy at this moment.

He bowed gracefully, and Eldavin inclined his head.

These things happen, Magus Soner. However, I would not mind re-accommodation of my rooms. I was on the twelfth floor, but it seems that area is quite out of my reach, wouldnt you say?

He laughed. Soner froze.

The twelfth floor?

In theory, there were more than twelve floors from ground level to the twelfth. But Wistram didnt count the hidden ones, or the ones squished together. The Twelfth Floorif it was what Soner thought Eldavin meantwould be above the testing floor.

The ones locked by Zelkyrs final test, and Cognita.

The death of mages.

You were here before Archmage Zelkyr locked the higher floors?

Indeed I was. It must have beenno, I dont think I actually visited since then. More than a week, that is! I should love to see it. But I will take a modest suite below.

Thank you for your forbearance, Grand Magus.

Mena bowed. She hesitated, then cleared her throat.

Iahthink Wistram may have changed quite a lot, Grand Magus. Magus Soner, Grand Magus Eldavin was just saying how he recalled Archmage Chandlers superior etiquette.

Soner blinked. Then he nearly swallowed his forked tongue. Eldavin was nodding sagely.

A different time. I would like to remember it with Archmagus Feor. I understand hes finally achieved the rank! Will there be a social gathering?

Tonight. ErMagus Eldavin

Grand Magus, Magus Soner. We must keep to proper decorumat least before we know each other!

The Naga caught himself as Eldavin chuckled.

Yes. Yes, my apologies Grand Magus. Er, we will certainly have a banquet tonight, and small, unofficial gatherings thereafter. I am certain Archmagus Feor would be delighted to meet you. Howeverdid you say Archmage Chandler? You are, of course, aware that the, ah, Necromancer has become a touchy subject in the last hundred years?

Where had this fellow been, hiding under a rock? Well, half-Elves did have their villages and Valeterisa had been completely out of it for a decade or so they said. The Naga waited, but Eldavin just arched one white eyebrow.

Of course I recall Peril Chandlers fall. And thedeath of Azkerash. Yes, of course I know that, young Naga. But he was still Archmage Chandler. Archmagus of Death. And let us not forgethe and Archmage Zelkyr were friends! The Archmage of Golems. The Archmage of Death. Izril and Terandria. Should we not remember that?

He looked around pointedly at Golemsvirtually identical to a [Maid] or [Butler]cleaning and polishing, made of ceramics. Soner just blinked.

Yes, certainly, Grand Magus Eldavin. But that was a hundred years ago and memories fade. For the sake of decorum, perhaps do not bring up AzArchmage Chandler as much?

Perhaps, perhaps. I shall take it under advisement. I suppose it would ruffle feathers in Izril and Terandria. Now, about my rooms

Eldavin nodded to Soner. The Naga smiled and quickly found a nice suite for Eldavin. And he made a huge mental note:

No way in all of Baleros jungles was this [Mage] going to be let anywhere near the guests.

Whether Eldavin had known it or not, he had just kicked himself so far down the rankings of Wistrams society that he was already into the catacombs. And for [Necromancers] and those who practiced that magic, there was always further to sink. Some magic should not be practiced.

-

Beatrice Stogrehn stood in the company of an Archmage. One of the two Archmages of Baleros, in fact.

Archmage Nailihuaile was energetic, friendly, and silly as could be at times. But if you underestimated her, you were a fool. Because she was a Star Lamia, one of the rarest of Lizardfolk evolutions in this world and she was still an Archmage.

A master [Enchanter]. Head of a faction and one of the most important people in all of Wistram. Beatrice a few years ago couldnt have imagined being in her company. Not at her age!

She was barely thirty. A few years ago, shed still been a student! And she had been in love, she had debated going home to work after graduatingshe had even wondered if she might marry.

Now, Beatrice looked at her dark skin, her armored body of metal covered by runework in the blank scrying mirror and recalled that she had once smiled.

The [Runemistress] remembered Calvaron and it still hurt. It still tore at her insides, the memories of those old days. She still recalled that night of horror, as well as how the cursed study group had formed. Ceria, Calvaron, herself, the traitor, and later, Montressa.

She never forgot. Some nights the memories filled her head. Sohow could Montressa, how could Ceria forget? Allow that monster to walk about, even journey and fight beside him as a team?

Montressa lied. Thats clear in hindsight. Well, it was pretty clear at the time. Clear as my neck-frills, but I thought she was still on our side. Thats the problem with traitors. You really like them, right, Beatrice? She was your friend. Any idea why she did this?

Naili spoke at last. Beatrice shifted.

She was my friend, Archmagus. She and I ran our secret broker business. I stood by her even after all that happened. And now? I do not know her.

She held her head in her hands and turned it to face her torso. Naili looked sympathetic.

This has got to be hard for you Beatrice, is it? It looks like it. Listen, if you want, you can do it yourself.

No, Archmagus. Theres too much to do here. And Montressano. Thank you.

The Lamia nodded. She tapped her staff, the relic-class artifact, the Serkonian Lance, to the ground. Not to cast a spell, just to be official.

Then, as leader of the Revivalists and Archmagus and all of that, I expel Montressa du Valeross from our faction. I cant do it from Wistram alone, but I only need one more Archmages support. And Feor wont object. Because of her, someone from Earth was lost. And there are more children there. She isnt ours. BezaleIll let the Scriptels handle her. But she had no authority, do you understand, High Mage?

Yes, Archmagus.

Sort it out.

Nailihuaile nodded to the blank scrying orb. There werent visuals since they only had a speaking spell on. The other end produced an affirmative sound.

Im ending the spell. Let me know what happens.

It was done. The Archmage turned away from the mirror and slithered across her personal chambers. Beatrice stayed there for a second, then fastened her head to her body.

Good riddance. The Horns remained. But at least someone would pay. She came to stand behind the Lamia as the Archmage sighed.

I dont get it. She was right with you, Beatrice. I was going to make her my apprenticeor find her a good master for an [Aegiscaster]! What could have happened? She was begging me to go after that Pisces fellow and

I dont know, Archmagus. May we change the subject?

Beatrice looked ahead. Naili nodded.

Speaking of [Mages]weve got some interesting guests. The Drowned Folk have sent some, theres Drakes from FissivalIm really sad. Do you know why Im sad?

No, Archmage. Why?

Part of being Nailis trusted helper was indulging her. Naili flitted around her room, getting ready for the banquet. Lamias and other snake-body type Lizardfolk didnt dress like normal. Pants were impossible, and dresses were more for the look rather than a great need for modesty.

I wanted Grimalkin of Pallass to attend. But hell only be watching via mirror. Do you know him? Did you hear about his duel with Archmage Feor?

Yes, Archmage. But I didnt see it. Was it entertaining?

I would have loved to see him do it again! He kept trying to punch Feors lights outah, well. This is our first big banquet. Maybe Grimalkin will arrive later. And speaking of big namesValeterisas back! I wasnt even an Archmage when she left.

Naili added some earrings to her attire and checked them out. Not her ears since she had none, but her neck-frills.

Shes weird. And I know weird. Ill introduce you, if you want. Shes here, old Verdan is here, probably to get in on the secretwe cant stop him, but none of the guests should know if possible. Or if they dothey had better be allies.

Allies to Wistram. Beatrice nodded. The Academy was making big moves. Earth was an inevitable idea that would get out, theyd concluded. But they were going to get the head start on using the ideas and technology.

Thus, the conclaves. Naili led the way down the halls, calling out to people, waving, navigating Wistrams strange layout by heart.

And we also have a Grand Magus returning! I hear hes an old half-Elf. Nowaittheres a retired one from Chandrar too. Old Garuda. Theyre all old.

Grand Magus Eldavin?

Beatrice had heard he was very old, enough that he claimed to have rooms on the twelfth. She had added it as a small secret to her collection, but she wanted verification before she sold it.

She was a secret broker and secrets were her income. One of the reasons why Naili liked her; the Archmage got all of Beatrices secrets.

Yes, thats the one. If hes as old as he claims, that could be useful if he was a good [Mage]. We need those old [Mages]. Some have spells weve lost since Zelkyr sealed the higher floors. We might be able to persuade them to hand over their knowledge before they croak, for the Earth stuff. Anywaysoh, here she is! Valeterisa! Valeterisa!

And there was the Archmage of Izril. Valeterisa was an older woman, at least in her mid-sixties, grey of hair, thin, and the most normal-looking of all the Archmages Beatrice had met. She looked like, well, an old widow.

Except for her aura. That was power. Beatrice bowed respectfully, taking her head off as she did. Naili just slithered over. Valeterisa gave the Lamia a long look, and her eyes flickered.

Oh. And you areArchmage Nailihuaile. Who I met yesterday.

It was as if memories suddenly became accessible to heror parts of her mind found the information, like sifting through a cabinet. It was subtle, and very fast, but disconcerting if you didnt know what was happening. Valeterisa straightened. Naili peered at her.

What are you doing, Valeterisa? Why are you sitting?

I was investigating this bug.

The Archmage vaguely pointed to a beetle with a glowing abdomenyellowand shell-wings with holes on them. It was crawling around in front of them.

Ooh! Whats that?

A bug. Mutated by magic. I wondered what it did. It turns out it eats [Light] spells. It is storing light in its abdomen.

Oh, those little things! Gah! I hate them! Theyre the ones that eat our [Light] spells so we have to renew them! Take this! [Stone Fist]aaah, my eyes!

Naili had squished the bug with a little fist made of stone that thwacked the insect into paste. But as it squished, the abdomen let out a flash of light. Beatrice and the others in the hallway cried out.

Hm. It was storing all the light and converting it to magic or energy.

In her blindness, Beatrice heard Valeterisa speaking. Naili was cursing.

Did you know they did that?

No, but I wish I had a sample to breed and inspect. [Remove Blindness].

What? That works? Do me, do me! Fine, Ill do it. How did it go? This is where Id like to look at my spellbook[Remove Blindness]! Aha! Beatrice!

A staff touched Beatrices shoulder. She blinked, and the afterimages went away. Valeterisa reappeared, taking a sample of the dead beetle. She looked at Naili.

Did you want something, Archmage Nailihuaile?

I was just wondering if you cared to join us after the banquet. You have a lot to catch up on in Wistram, and I hoped to get to you first.

The Star Lamia smiled coyly. Valeterisa just sighed.

Politics. I do not care to socialize, Archmage Nailihuaile. And Archmages Feor and Viltach have both approached me already.

They did? Those sneakycan I persuade you to join me?

I would prefer to learn what there is to learn outright. Will you tell me?

Valeterisa turned to Naili. The Star Lamia shut her mouth and smiled. Another sigh.

Then I will attend one party afterwards and join whichever faction seems to be in charge. Now. I would like to find another bug. Goodbye, Archmage Naili.

She walked off. The Star Lamia shrugged at Beatrice, who was a bit taken aback at hownon-interested Valeterisa was! She really didnt care for Wistrams politics and power. She was only Archmage because her magical abilities were top-notch.

And then Valeterisa turned.

Archmage Naili. Perhaps you will answer me.

Yes, Valeterisa?

Naili brightened up. She looked back. The Archmage of Izril gazed at her.

Where is Amerys?

The Star Lamias eyes narrowed. Beatrice froze. Naili just chuckled, though, and made a beckoning motion with her tail.

We really must talk, Valeterisa. The Archmages will convene after the parties. But we can be on the same page before then. What about it? Party, then my quarters later.

The older [Mage] just sighed and walked on.

-

Valeterisa had little power. She was an Archmage, but one without faction or friendsat least, many over the decade she had been away. Power, in Wistram, was more than just magical talent.

Telim explained this all to Aaron over a private lunch.

Power is more than magic, young Vanwell.

The young Vanwell, the [Magictech Engineer], nodded, then caught himself and frowned.

Isnt that wrong, High Mage Telim? for new novels

The man chortled. Telim was a big-bearded man with red hair, and a bigbelly. He was a lifer for Wistram, and was eating a rather large lunch. Aaron was saving himself for the banquet tonight, but Telim clearly thought hed have room.

Not in Wistram, lad. Archmages were always good at politics as much as magic, even before Zelkyr. Valeterisas been away for too long. Not that shes poor at politics, mind you. She hates it more than I hate running aboutbut shes a cold serpent, even more than Nailihuaile. Although she does love new and fascinating magical things, so she might well like you.

Aaron had not met her. She was not in on the secret. He picked at some deviled eggs, which even had little tiny horns on them made out of some hard corn batter.

Telim was an odd friend for Aaron to have made, but the young man felt like he was one of the first. Because Telim was not as nakedly ambitious as Naili or some other [Mages]. They had met when the man heard about the therapy sessions for the Earthers who had come here and helped supply them with potions.

After that? Hed gotten to talking and now he and Aaron and some of the other Earthers and [Mages] were creating the worlds first real-life combat simulations. Their name for it was Magical Realitya play on Virtual Reality.

But in their product, youd step into a room or building and fight monsters, experience dungeon raidsdo anything you could envision, perhaps! All without the fear of death.

Telim was also a good sort. Magnanimous and prone to fits of indulgence. Hed introduced Aaron and some of the other older Earthers whod been here a while to his friends, like Vhedel, Sala, and the others. Who were people to know if you wanted to meet someone who could create potions, or get you Dreamleaf, or

Kindly [Mages]. As Elena had described them, happy to be where they were. They didnt dream of using Earths tech beyond making fascinating things for themselves. They didnt want to rule the world; they just wanted better canaps. If they were all Wistram was, Aaron would have been more relaxed.

As it was, Telim was a fine information source. Aaron helped himself to another cookie at the mans urging.

So theyll all know after tonight?

Within the week. Some might pay for secrets, but most will turn to the Archmages. Theyll give something, and be let in on the secret. You see, it really is them coming to Feor, Naili, and Viltach, who have created an alliance.

They hate each others guts. Naili once said she tried to hex Viltach impotent.

Telim nearly sprayed his mouthful out across the table. Sala and Elena both started laughing. The Selphid and [Beautician] found it much funnier than Telim and Aaron. The young man turned to Telim.

Thats impossible, right? You cant just hex someone from afar?

Mboy, youre learning why I dont make enemies.

The man patted at his mouth. He shuddered.

Let me tell you about the time a particularly vengeful [Swarm Mage] put a talisman in a friends laundry pile when it was being washed. Only activated when he put on his underwear, poor fellow. I still think about the bites.

Aaron put down his cookie. [Mages] got up to a lot of weird things. And again, if it was just that, hed love it. But Wistram had a grand scheme. And they intended to use the secrets they had to further their agendas.

Still, he had secrets of his own now.

The young man went back to munching on his food.

So, the Earthers dont get to attend the banquet?

You do. Just inconspicuously. You seethe banquet hall will have a strict hierarchy. Ill probably take a mage-picture, just to know how things stand. Where you sit matters, so all the jockeying for position will tell us where the smart [Mages] are.

Really? Its that easy?

Elena put in. She saw Sala shrug and toss back her drink.

Sort of. Its more likedo you have the clout to sit with an Archmage if you want to? Whos sitting together. Telim, do an illusion.

Very well.

He grumbled; he was good at illusion spells. He flicked his fingers, casting a few spells and muttering while the others ate in silence. After two minutes of his hard work, a bunch of seats and glowing icons appeared.

There. See? This is the high table, where the Archmages sit. And the most important guests. Thats obvious, so its not as importantno doubt a [Lord] or one of the nobility will earn a place. Below it? Well have tables per faction. So the Revivalists here, Libertarians herethis is just an example, by the way.

He made long tables, coloring them by faction. Aaron nodded. It was based around the high table. Power to the front, less important [Mages] to the back. The main factions were in the upper center. Telim pointed to the edges.

And here are independents whom you cant offend. Other parties too. The Drake contingent from the Walled Cities, for instance.

It seems really isolating. Dont they mix?

Elena put in. Sala nodded.

Of course they can change tables. But this is where theyre seated.

And beyond that? Some organizationstudents will have tables here, but its a free-for-all after that. Youre not assigned a table if you were never important enough to have one. And here is where I will be.

Telim pointed all the way across the room, away from every faction, towards the furthest end. Elena and Aaron peered at the spot blankly.

Why there, Telim?

Because they have sofas and other delightful modalities of sitting there, young Vanwell! Status be damned, Im stretching out whilst I eat!

The [High Mage] chuckled, and Aaron grinned.

I guess well be split up, Elena. We should try to sit together after the banquet starts.

Hm. Yes, you Earth-folk should be given a spot of your own. Maybe the Archmages would allow it.

Oh, theyre doing that, Telim. Silenced, protected, so they can talk without eavesdropping.

Telim snapped his fingers.

Makes sense! There you are then, Aaron. Far to the back and to the sides Ill wager, but thats a good thing.

Whyoh. Its because were closer to the buffet tables, right?

Exactly. I knew you were sharp! Now, youll want to be on your toes. There are always secrets and money to be made when the banquets take place. If you werentwell, from Earth, Id say you could make a powerful friend. As it is, take a bag of holding for the good foods. They always run out.

Because of you. You know, he made an entire table disappear one time? I saw it. Took a bag of holding, ran it down the table, and walked off.

Sala gave Telim an affectionate, but exasperated look. The man just winked at Elena and Aaron, who laughed. They liked him.

How are the new Earthers doing, by the way? I heard we had a real talent in uhuhwhats his name? The one with the actual magical ability.

Telim snapped his fingers.

Troy?

Thats the lad. [Sand Mage]. Hes a good student.

Aaron nodded. Troy was a bit standoffish, but hed been warming up. He was still getting his legs in, but he actually went to classes which was why he had less time than the others.

Good foundations, that boy. Someone taught him properly. And I heard that other boy who came with him got in a bit of trouble. For his pet.

Oh. Right. Someone sat on Prickly.

Poor thing. Is it okay?

Sala made a sympathetic noise. Which she wouldnt have if she knew Prickly. Elena shook her head.

Prickly was fine, just startled by the screaming. Shes a Needlehound and

Telim and Sala winced. Half-porcupine, half-dog, and worse than either if you ran into it and she got nervous.

I hope it was a Selphid. Imaginegah! Well, I am glad. And your ah, therapy group, Miss Elena?

A lot better. Everyones sleeping anda lot better.

Elena gave Aaron a tired smile. He felt proud of that. Telim looked around, almost fondly. Hed never had children, but hed begun remarking that he felt like the Earth-children as he called them were the children he wished he had. Sala would then point out that this was because he hadnt had to raise them from babies and Telim would retort that was the entire point.

Well, it would be an interesting banquet. Aaron stretched out. He wasnt the one who this mattered for. He was in Wistram, but apart. The children of Earth had no power. Yet.

He intended to change that as soon as the opportunity arose. The knowledge from the Summer Solstice burned in Aaron. Even though the Archmages were still in a panic. Theyd suspected him, but they couldnt trace who had sent the mass-text, and given up suspecting him because how would he have done it?

Elena nowshe eyed Aaron as he sat, chatting with Telim about what might be on the menu and the entertainment. She had seen it too.

The Gods are alive.

She desperately wanted to return to Cara and talk. Until then, she looked forwards to the banquet. What else could she do? She was surrounded by [Mages]. Even the kind ones.

-

Troy Atlas gave up searching for Amerys today. He kept being bothered by, well, friends. Flynn wanted to meet all the new people coming in, Elena wanted him to join the talk it out group after lunch, and even if classes were cancelled, the hallways were packed.

Maybe thats what Im doing wrong.

Trey frowned. He looked around and tried to navigate away from people. He found empty corridors, and hurried down them.

However, weeks of searching had availed him little. Was it weeks? At least two, so plural was fine.

I think I know what the problem is, dont you, Minizi?

He commented. A little head poked out of the pack he was carrying on one shoulder and nodded.

Minizi, or Mini-Gazi, as he had named her, was the little Lifesand Golem hed taken to carrying about. To remind him of what he was doing here. Trey had taken to talking to her, although it was nothing like the real Gazi.

The problem isI think Im never going to find it this way. Right?

The Golem nodded again. She understood Treys thoughts and even if he thought she was limited in intelligence, it was comforting.

The problem was, Trey continued internally, he doubted Amerys was in any space he could find. Why have a top-secret prisoner where anyone could find her?

There was a finite amount of space in Wistram, for all it was vast, a citys size or more compressed by dimensional space. Amerys could be deep in the bowels of the academy, but Trey thought he knew where she really was.

Down a hallway I will never find, because its magically sealed or lost or I dont know the way in.

Hed learned some of the secrets, like the whistling music classrooms. And hed learned Wistrams ways. You bought and sold secrets, you gave allegiance to certain groups

It was like the world, and not. A caricature of the world, maybe. Trey didnt know if he hated all of it. Some people were quite nice, and meeting other people from Earth?

But it wasnt Chandrar. The [Mages] were removed from war and they had a superior attitude about them. That was why they collected Earthers.

Well, he had come of his own will. Trey sighed. Still, he was definitely their Earther. He had been taken by the RevivalistsFlynn, the Libertarians. Neither young man was treated badly. But Trey felt like he was having his conversations with Flos again. It was not slavery. But it wasnt bloody well freedom either.

He needed to learn more magic at this juncture, which was why the King of Destruction had sent him. More than that? Trey needed to make friends. Perhaps the banquet was time for that? He began heading back that way.

Hed missed lunch, to grab a bite before joining Elenas therapy group. Which was tough because Troys cover story had some danger in it, but he couldnt very well say hed killed people or visited Actelios and saw what they did there.

Before I go, I need to learn [Fireball]. But how to make one big enough for that place?

Thus, he was caught between impatience and knowing he needed to stay. Trey kicked along the corridors, letting Minizi ride on his shoulder; hed put her away before people asked questions.

He was just reaching for his shoulder to put Minizi back in the backpack when the Lifesand Golem punched him in the ear.

Argh! What is wrong with you, Minizi?

Trey grabbed at it. Was she becoming more Gazi-like just because hed made her that way? Thenhe froze.

On a hunch, hed told the little Golem to look with him. Nowthe little Golem urgently hit his shoulder with her little fist. Trey blinked. He looked around

Empty hallway. He exhaled, but Minizi was banging on his skin. And staring

The [Sand Mage] looked at a blank patch of air. Slowly, he reached out. Nothing. He took a few more steps and pushed his vacant hand into

Archmage Valeterisas bespectacled face appeared as she shed the spell. She peered at Trey as he recoiled.

That is a Lifesand Golem. How did you make one? Will you make me one? I will pay you in gold or secrets.

Trey stared at her. The woman peered at him. He threw up his arms, screamed, and ran. He knew trouble when he saw it and he wasnt getting his throat slashed twice.

-

Archmage Valeterisa was terrorizing the hallways. The other [Mages] were gathering, getting settled in, exchanging secrets, giving each other gifts.

Now was the time of potential. Wistram never changed. Wellit did, actually. Quite a lot. But a clever mind could always adapt.

Let me see. This should do it.

Eldavin glanced down the hallway to the right and left as he fiddled with the wall. Hed cast an illusion on both ends to make it look like stone, but anyone could walk in. There were tricky [Mages], or at least, there had been when he had last come.

He had no moneyat least, not his vast hoard of wealthand few secrets he cared to enter into Wistrams economy. So hed have to make something from nothing!

He was a Dragon. It was easy. Eldavin straightened and regarded the handiwork of the spell-letters hed written onto the wall.

They were in a form of writing once used by mages. A dead language used in spoken chants. It already cut down the number of people whod be able to decipher it, but the glowing words were clearly visible to anyone who cast [Detect Magic]. Quite invisible to the naked eye.

It read, when translated:

The key to knowledge lies in the heart of the source of the page. To the one clever enough to descry meaning from this, I am Eldavin who offers you the clue.

It was a proper riddlenot a hard one! But one that only a perceptful [Mage] would read. Dead language, invisible letters. Oh, and the riddle.

It referred to a key to a hidden library in Wistram. Eldavin had made it very easy to solve on purpose. Heart of the source of the page. Obviously, a tree, and there was a forest in Wistram you could visit

He rubbed his hands together happily. He had a strong working knowledge of many of Wistrams hidden areas. People would find the dozen or so clues hed put around the most-populated hallways in Wistram, come to him, and hed be in the secrets-game soon enough. Obviously, some people knew of the forest library, but the fact that he, Eldavin, was showing people the depth of his knowledge just added to his reputation.

All he had to do now was wait. The Grand Magus smugly went back to his rather small and cramped rooms to wait. Hed put them up as soon as hed arrived. If he knew the [Mages], they were already in a furor, translating, speculating who could have put up the spells without being seen in the hallways! Gossip would have them pounding on his door. Any minute now

Eldavin waited for three hours until he realized no one was coming. He went to check each hidden message and hit upon a flaw in his plan.

Yes, they were visible to anyone who cast [Detect Magic]. Yes, the riddles were obvious.

But the students and [Mages] had changed. One group was indeed staring at the letters. Eldavin waited, bouncing on the heels of his feet.

What do you make of it, High Magus?

Some sort of code. I cant tell what it is. Might be one of the old written languages. Or someones idea of a joke. Anyone know [Translate]? No? Well, lets erase it, then. Hmits not coming off the walls

The half-Elf looked at the group, crestfallen. He waited for a bright mind to suggest looking up the language. The [Mages] glanced at each other.

We could search up what it is. Maybe some of the translation books?

Which library? We have four. And theyre not organized.

Fourteen.

The two didnt hear that. One of them shook their heads.

Too much for me. Lets check out the banquet!

Crestfallen, Eldavin looked at the group as they dispersed. Even the so-called High Mage just gave it a blank look and grumbled about getting to it later.

Was this Wistram? Eldavin wanted to tear at his beard. He was about to make a sarcastic appendage to the riddle in plain writing when he stopped.

I think its the spoken language. It looks like it, doesnt it?

A young Selphid was excitedly talking to a Dwarf. The young Dwarf tugged at a blank space and realized hed shaved his beard for the umpteenth time. They were both youngalthough that was a variable age for Dwarves.

Could be. You know, Im studying old languagesgoes with runecrafting. Maybe we search this up? We have time before the banquet.

Yeah! Lets do that! Who knows? It just appeared, people said! We could find a big secret! I meanprobably not. The Archmages probably know what it says already. But I want to know, dont you? We could sell it as like, a secret.

Lets go, then!

The half-Elf watched the two young first-years hurry off. He looked at his message on the wall.

They were not his clientelehed hoped to get the best of Wistram. But apparently most had just walked past the wall, or failed to be interested in it.

He raised a hand to erase itthen lowered it. Well, why not?

Let the wise benefit from acts of wisdom.

Eldavin shook his head. Hed have to re-think his work. That was all. And he had forgotten that Zelkyr had locked the upper floors. Now, why had he done that? He had to be alive, surely? Either way, it was a truly Draconian move, and not even Teriarch would really support it. Not unless the goal was to deprive Wistram of learning

The banquet tonight would change things. The lack of interest had put Eldavin in a bad mood, but the two students gave him hope. He switched tacks and decided the best thing to do was introduce himself to Feor. Bring out a fine vintage, reminisce about the old days as half-Elves did, and get in with the Centrists.

He was just walking out to find the Archmage when something caught his ear.

Earthers to the recovery groups

The half-Elf stopped in his tracks. He turned. Two [Mages] were walking past and talking. They were under a [Muffle] spell, but Eldavin didnt allow people to walk around him without him noticing. His detection spells were superior and let him hear as clearly as they did.

Which ones? Come on, well update the listings.

They were a Drake and a Garuda. Wearing robes, clearly full [Mages]. Not strong ones to judge by their aurasthen again, they stood out more than most in the hallways.

Eldavin hesitated. Then he murmured some spells and followed them.

-

It was hard to shadow the [Mages]. Teriarch-Eldavin fretted over it as he pursued them down corridor after corridor. First he cast [Greater Invisibility], [Aura Mute], [Complete Silence], andbut that was stupid. Anyone would just cast [Spell Purge] or have the enchantment hit him!

Thereafter he used [Shadow Walk], while keeping the option of [Telehop] for bypassing checkpoints, but he realized he was vulnerable to aura-based detection. After that, he had to really think.

He wasnt a Dragon, so he had to actually be careful! The half-Elf shook his head as he buzzed into the Drakes robes and began to spell-meld himself with the enchanted fabric. He couldnt cast full [Polymorph], but temporary transformations would get him where he needed to go. He could already run out of the checkpoint if

If

After the two [Mages] got to their destination, Eldavin concluded that there had been no magical checkpoints. No ward spells. Theyd just used a secret passage and walked on through with a few sensor spells which hed obviously been prepared for.

The half-Elf walked behind them and sighed. Well, he was a Dragon of countless years. Even an [Archmage] would have been paranoid if they knew Teriarch was lurking about. Hed done that once; raided Archmages homes.

The trick was that once you ran into a barrier you couldnt dispel? Dragonbreath. Worked every time. Hed stolen a lot of artifacts and spellbooks from angry [Archmages] and then innocently hobnobbed with them afterwards in Wistram. Good times, good times

Now he was listening, though.

Wherere our new Earthers?

Mainly Izril. Its the unconfirmed. Archmage Naili wants them confirmed and got. Shes got a [High Mage] going to Liscor.

Eldavin froze. The Garuda flapped his wings.

Well, why do we have to update the lists?

The other ones tricky is why. Any group in the area should reach out. Buthold on. Excuse me! Can we get a [Scrier] here to send out one of our [Messages]? We need to re-code and have it in the Mages Guild in the following locations before the banquet!

They were in a room with a lot of scrying mirrors. Teriarch sensed the very spell creating the Wistram News Network being operated here, andhis eyes narrowed.

You reversed the scrying spell? Spying on so many? You fools! Its so obvious!

A young [Scrier] trotted over, sighing.

How many?

Erforty eight.

Fortythats insane! Well be at it hours! We have to code each [Message]!

Why dont you send a spell that cant be read by all present?

Well, too bad. And we need it before the banquet. Dont bother showing up until its done. Its for a number of teamsit needs to get to them now. Archmages orders. Standing orders in the Mages Guild.

The Drake was unmoved. The [Scrier] looked heartbroken. She took the coded missive. The Drake turnedand went sprawling.

Ancestors damn it

Are you alright?

The Garuda checked his friend. The Drake rubbed at his face and looked back at the [Scrier], but she couldnt have done that. Blushing under his scales, he adjusted his robes and stormed off.

Eldavin debated tripping him again. No, no. He stayed with the [Scrier] as she groused.

Why forty eight? Its normally one or two! Oh. Oh. Thats why. Wherever she is? Stupid

The half-Elf read over her shoulder as the young Drake turned. His eyes went round as he saw the name and reason for the message.

Ryoka Griffin. Alias: Wind Runner of Reizmelt. Confirmedacquire if possible. CautionHouse of Veltras is known to be affiliated. Do not offend House of Veltras, contact Archmages for negotiation. Levels unknown, speculated high-level [Runner] with possible [Aeromancer] class.

Acquire if possible? The half-Elf looked at the [Scrier] as she began sending the spell. Then he looked around. He walked over to a board across the room, away from the people monitoring the broadcasts.

It was a map. On it, there were pictures, sketches, pins in glowing light of places. People found and not found. The Dragon looked at it. Around the room.

It is logical.It makes sense, to find what is valuable and safeguard them, or understand what you lack. It might even be commendable, to do this rather than kill them, if they are treated well. I will know.

The young Drake sneezed and rubbed at the back of her neck. She looked around, then went back to work. The half-Elf standing there looked down at the page.

I will decide. However.

His hand reached down and gently touched the page.

I know that Human. You do not chain the wind, any more than you do the fae. And if what I find displeases, soon you will answer to me.

His eyes narrowed. He was gone when the [Scribe] stood to send the first [Message]. And nowtime was not on his side. He had already understood that he had missed something. Nowhe had two reasons to talk to Ryoka Griffin.

They were separated by countless miles, and he sat in the heart of the Academy of Magic. The Dragon knew [Message] spells could be easily read by all if not secured.

Sowhat? There were easier ways.

-

Ryoka Griffins head rose as she tried to do a crunch. She was getting out of shape, or so it felt. Days of resting after being shot, plus the wind making her job easier

What was that?

A [Message] from a Grand Magus Eldav

Ryoka was on her feet in an instant. The Street Runner in Riverfarm recoiled.

Ill take it! Is it secure?

Heart pounding, she reached for the slip of paper. She readthen blinked.

That was what I was trying to say. We dont have one, but there are some in nearby Mages Guilds. So

The [Message] from Eldavin was short. Ryoka had sent word to him begging for him to talkand to Teriarch himself, with a Scroll of [Message]. Both times shed gotten no response.

Until now. But Teriarchs missive was odd. It read:

Miss Ryoka, I, Eldavin, require your services once again. To facilitate this, procure a speaking stone and send the [Message] back.

A speaking stone?

One of the tuned ones. Lodestones. You can tune em to other stones and talk. Like a scrying mirror. Lady Rie says we can give you one as soon as it can be foundor you can run and get one if you want. Shes hunting through her collection.

The Street Runner explained helpfully. Ryoka blinked at him.

No, thats fine. I think Iif she has one. Otherwise, I know someone who might lend me theirs.

-

Jericha gave her an odd look, but gave Ryoka a stone when asked. Of course she had one; it was practically essential for those in the field.

Do you need to tune it?

Idont know? I was just told to send a [Message] back when I did.

Ah. Then you need to tune it. Let me send the [Message].

Ryoka hesitated, but Jericha was already involved. She nodded and smiled.

Can you send, Grand Magus, its me, Ryoka. Im at a Mages Guild. What do I do now? Thanks.

Jericha gave Ryoka a look, but sent the spell. Ryoka hoped Teriarch would know what that meantwhy was he going through Eldavin? Just to be safe? Then Jericha frowned.

Ah, he is sending me a tuning request.

Whats that?

Its a frequency ofyou set it that you two can commhold on.

She raised the glowing stone and focused on it. Then her eyes flickered; Ryoka knew that was the telltale of sending a [Message] spell.

This cant beyou can do?

Is something wrong?

Jericha ignored her. Ryoka bounced on the balls of her feet. Then she waited.

And waited.

And

Ryoka was nervously chewing on a snack when Jericha finally lowered the now-glowing lodestone. Her brow was covered in sweat.

I have never received a request that complex before. Hello? This is Jericha, speaking on behalf of Miss Ryoka Griffin. Riverfarm. Is the spell functioning?

Perhaps you have never properly tuned a speaking stone before. I am TGrand Magus Eldavin. Wistram. Kindly relay this to Miss Griffin.

Jericha blinked. She handed the stone to Ryoka. Then she stared. Ryoka held the stone up.

What do you mean, young man? I am in the company of [Mages] seeking my knowledge. As befits wisdom, which you appear to lack.

The words stung and provoked chuckles, but Charles just sneered at him.

Im sure thats the reason youre sitting here, Grand Magus. After all, someone else with your class is right overoh.

He nodded to the old Garuda sitting practically next to the Archmages. Eldavins eyes slowly narrowed.

I am tired from my journeys and sit where I choose, boy.

Of course, sir. And I did not hear you object at length to your position? You were certainly not placed here because everyone felt it would be an embarrassment to have you utter your ramblings in front of our esteemed guests.

He nodded to a [Mage Lord] of Terandria, some of the Chandrarian nobility and other guests. More laughter, louder, from the Libertarian faction. The half-Elf looked around, and then saw Menas abashed expression. The other people sitting around the table save for Trey bit their lips and he read the truth of it on their faces.

Slowly, the tips of Eldavins ears turned red. Then his face. He opened his mouth to respondand then stood up.

We shall see about that.

He began to stride away from the table. Mena rose.

Grand Magusplease, its not even the fourth courseGrand Magus!

High Mage Soner was already moving on an intercept course as Eldavin stormed towards the high table.

Out of my way. I have words for the Archmages regarding my business

Sir! Grand Magus, Grand Magus, please, there is no need to cause a scene

It was hardly the only interesting thing happening in the hall, of course. At this very moment, one of the Earthers at the private table where Aaron was sitting was juggling flaming chicken nuggets to laughter. Another [Mage] was dueling a rival far to the back of the room in a grudge match, and a fiery debate had just ignited between the Libertarians and Centrists about which side was right in the Ailendamus vs Dawn Concordat battle.

But Eldavin was certainly part of the scene. The Archmages noticed him arguing with Soner and some of their representatives. They affected not to notice, except for Naili, who was watching with amusement.

Grand Magus, the Archmages are not taking unsolicited meetings at this moment!

In the end, Soner burst out with the truth. The full truth, the whole truth, and, to Trey, the wrong truth. He saw Eldavin stare at the Naga.

So I am refused admission?

Later, I am certain they will all have time for

For you. The Libertarians were all chuckling. Eldavin stared at the Archmagesall of whom were looking away. Naili waved apologetically.

Trey waited for a detonation. But it never came. Never let it be said Dragons didnt respect rulesexcept when they didnt. But Eldavin just adjusted his robes.

I see.

He turned, and slowly, with great dignity, went back to his table, ignoring the laughter. The tips of his ears were red, but he was calming down.

It might have ended there. But thenit could have been a leg, a sneaky spell, a bit of something on the floor. Or his robes.

He tripped and went sprawling. Charles, Timor, even Rievan, and everyone in sight howled with laughter as the half-Elf picked himself up.

Grand Magusare you

Mena and Seky went to pick him up. Eldavin brushed off their hands. His face was pale now. He walked over and sat down at the table. Trey Atwood gave him one look. Then he stood up.

I have to umit was a pleasure to meet you, Grand Magus.

Thank you, young Atlas. Your company has been most enjoyable. Where are you sitting?

Trey pointed. Eldavins head turned as the laughter died out. He nodded.

Good. Stay there.

He sat still in his seat, not eating, as the other students and mages sat silent around him. For a minute. Valeterisa watched Eldavins back and then looked at Troy Atlas. She understood it was probably politically inexpedient to talk to him. Even if she had just agreed with everything he said. She drifted after Troy. She wondered if she could buy that Lifesand Golem.

-

Troy! There you are! Whereve you been? Did you see Telim steal that duck?

I did. Wheres Prickly?

Over there.

George pointed. The Earthers were at their own tables; some were mingling like the group with Telim, but here they were allowed to talk about, well, Earth.

This is amazing. It is Hogwarts!

Would you stop saying that? This is reality!

Elena rolled her eyes at one of the newcomers. She looked about.

Wheres Sidney? Is she okay? She got a scare.

Trey sat down as the others looked around. He vaguely recalled Sidney, one of the youngest girls. Very timid, part of the therapy sessions in that beach-room.

What happened to her?

She saw one of the items they were serving. Roasted ratshe freaked out.

Aw. Damn. Is someone?

Saif and Malia went after her. Ioh, there they are. Quick, someone give me a calming tonic. Im going to put some in her drink.

Is that drugging?

Shut up, George.

Trey sat among the Earthers, most of whom were relaxing without restraint. They thought this was an adventure story. Some had seen enough to know better, but they were a minority. He saw Aaron glancing at him.

You doing okay, Troy? You dont have to study so much.

Its what Im good at. Thanks, Aaron. But we want to level up, right?

True enough. But heyif you want help, Naili can probably arrange some private tutoring.

That would begreat, actually, thanks.

The young man smiled.

You should take some more time to hang out. We havent properly welcomed you with all this

He waved his hand.

But were trying to all get together more often. How about tomorrow?

Sounds good. I dont have more than a morning class

Trey relaxed. But he noticed some of the new, 1st year students were eying him at his special table. The new group, including the surly young man from Hellioshe wanted to blend in, but he couldnt.

Well. It was his job to find a way, even if he had helpTrey busied himself with his food. He had a feeling he should try to talk to the Grand Magus when he cooled down. Did no one else think someone that old would have the most knowledge to spare?

Oh no. That poor old guys getting embarrassed again.

Elena groaned as the fourth course rolled around. Treys head rose.

What old guy?

The half-Elf. Look, hes

As waiter-Golems, the living [Waiters] and [Servers] and the 4th courseChandrarian themed, rolled about the head tables, Grand Magus Eldavin stood up. Instantly, Mena and the others beseeched him to sit down.

Now was the time when guests circulated, but it was still on the Archmages to make the first move; one could hardly just run up to their table. They would usually send someone to ask for a chat.

Moreover, since it was Eldavin, the Naga High Mage Soner was already prepared to intercept. Hed already been fending Valeterisa away from Troy Atlas and the Earthers, and he was miserable as he signaled to make Mena keep the old troublemaker there.

And in that, he underestimated Eldavins wrath. The Grand Magus had been forced to endure the Libertarians loud jokes, not to mention the insults and his splendid fall. He had realized hed been shuffled off to the side.

A lesser man might have left altogether, or caused a scene before being escorted out. But Eldavin

He was a Dragon. And Dragons did not forget so easily.

Archmages of Wistram! Esteemed guests! It is my honor to return to the halls of Wistram after a centurys time! I, Grand Mage Eldavin, have elected to perform a magical working in honor of this occasion!

The booming voice cut through the air and the entire hall looked up. Soner put his serpentine face in his hands as he slithered forwards. The Archmages looked around. Trey inhaled.

Eldavin was standing away from his table, arms outstretched, magnifying his voice. Now people looked at him, reallylooked at him.

Handsome half-Elf.

Sala whispered to Telim. He pushed her.

Dont tell me that. What am I supposed to do with your input? I hope he doesnt embarrass himself.

Should I stop him, Archmage?

Feor grimaced.

Let another factionor we shall see what he does.

He glanced down the table, but the other guests looked amused. Eldavin went on, casually ignoring Mena and Seky.

It has always been custom for [Mages] to attract the attention of Archmages so! And be it so humble, but my magic may speak for itself. Behold!

What custom is he talking about, Feor?

Naili leaned over. Feor frowned.

I hardly remember anything so elegant. It was allmore chaotic back in my day. With

He bit back the words. Archmage Chandler and the rest. Those had been different times. He watched with resignation as the half-Elf prepared to humiliate himself. Certainly, the Libertarians were jeering.

Stop him! Would you two do your jobs for

High Mage Soner hurried forwards. Then he saw why Mena, Seky, and the other minders couldnt drag Eldavin to his seat or make him leave the hall. They were pressed against something.

A barrier spell?

We cant get through, High Mage

Gah. That old[Dispel Magic]!

Soner pointed a wand at the invisible space. He slithered confidently at Eldavin and went thunk into the invisible barrier. Dazed, the Naga recoiled.

What the?

He tried again, but to no avail. And Eldavin now was lifting his hands. He had no wand or staff. Like a maestro, he waited as the hall gazed at him.

What a silly old man, mother.

Watch.

The leader of the [Depth Mages] stirred. Valeterisa had turned to watch. The Drakes from Fissival were gazing at Eldavin and one had lifted Grimalkins orb up obligingly so he could watch. Everyone else was gazing out of the corner of their eye, or idly. The smart ones were more intent. Ullsinoi were already taking bets on what it would be.

Eldavin stood poised, eyes closed. Concentrating. Naili hoped it wouldnt be some old-style long-form spell chanted with like, a six-minute casting time.

She watched as Eldavin lowered his open arms. And then he stomped his foot.

Lines of light radiated out across the banquet hall from his foot. Intricate patterns, flashing across the stone, glowing a gentle blue. Forming an elaboratemagical circle nearly sixty feet by sixty feet.

Feor sat up in his seat. Naili started choking on her roasted rat.

Telim rubbed at his eyes and checked the alcohol content of his glass of rum. He turned to Sala.

Did he justis that a spell circle?

It cant be. It looks like one, buthe stomped his foot?

Incredulity. Some of the [Mages] stood up. It was so fast! But it was a circle; they sensed the complete power in it. It engulfed the tables around Eldavinit didnt seem to be doing much, but it was a beautifully complex pattern!

Magnificent.

Someone murmured. Inscribed magics like spell circles werent as common as direct-action spells and this one was elegant! Complete, without perceivable gaps or ebbs and flow in the structure of the spell. It was, well, perfect, such that if you were trying to break or interfere with it, there was no good place to start, no weak point.

Applause. A few [Mages] began applauding Eldavin, standing up to clap. Some of the others hesitated. Eldavin just inhaled.

The Libertarians were caught in the middle of the spell circle, along with Mena, Seky, Soner, and the others. They were beginning to sense something, but it wasnt apparent.

What is this spell circle, High Mage?

I dont know

Eldavin was murmuring something under his breath. He was drawing magic to him, and now all the Archmages and guests; indeed, the entire hall was staring. The Golems and staff were standing as wellwell, that wasnt accurate. They were in different positions. The staff were frozen uncertainly, but

Feor snapped his fingers and laughed. Teura turned to him.

Archmage?

Oh, I just remembered. There was a custom before Archmage Zelkyr became the undisputed master of Wistram. A silly thing. If you wanted the Archmages attention, in the old days, you just cast a spell and

His eyes focused on Eldavin and his voice trailed off. Feor began to stand. Then he saw the serving staff. The mortal, living ones were just staring. But the Golems had moved.

All the Golems were standing against the far walls.

The doors blew open. Cognita, Truestone Golem, a giant marble figure, strode into the banquet hall. She turned to Eldavin. The half-Elfs head turned.

Rievan. I dont feel well. My mana feels like its

Timor plucked at the [Mage]s sleeve. Rievan stood up.

Hes draining our mana!

He shouted and pointed at Eldavin. The [Grand Mage] pointed back.

[Blooming Fireball].

A gigantic orb appeared. It struck the table where the Libertarians were sitting and sent them flying. The plates, tables, and people all went soaring. Charles de Trevalier crashed into a table where the [Depth Mages] were sitting. One of them pushed him off.

Silence. Then, Eldavin pointed at the head table.

[Valmiras Comet].

The second burning spell arced across the floor. The Archmages stared. Viltach raised his hands.

[Force Sh]

Naili dove out of the way of the table. Feor raised his finger.

[Lightning Bolt]! [Barrier of Scintillation]!

A shimmering force field appeared around him as the spell hit the comet. It detonated and Viltach went crashing back over the edge of the table. Verdan was knocked back, but his anchoring spell protected him.

Feor stumbled as his shield caught the blast. Eldavin waved his finger around.

[Firefly].

Glowing sparks of fire appeared in the air. They dove at the Archmages table.

Chaos in the banquet hall! Half the [Mages] were on their feet. The Libertarians not blasted away stared at the [Grand Mage].

Hes lost his mind! Defend the Archmages!

That was an extraordinarily stupid comment from a lower-level [Mage]. She pointed her wand and Eldavin pointed a finger.

Protect yourselves first. Lets see. [Greater Spellshield]!

The jet of lightning streaking towards him vanished before it struck him. The Grand Magus saw the [Mage] check herself.

[Arrows of Light]!

[Ice Spike]!

[Fireball]!

The [Mages] not immediately paralyzed and nearest to him with a line of fire shot spells from their wands or fingers. All of them vanished before they could touch Eldavin. Even Tier 3 spells! As soon as they crossed the lines of the barrier, they dissipated.

I return to the halls of Wistram! Are there no true [Mages] to greet me? Have you forgotten so soon what you used to be?

Eldavin thundered. The first barrage of spells ceased. [Mages] lowered their wands. The half-Elf turned.

[Lancearrow of Light]!

Teura aimed her spell at him. This time, Eldavin moved.

[Stone Wall]!

A thick wall of stone six feet wide shot up and blocked the spell. Teura blinked. That was fast! She saw more [Mages] aiming, but Eldavin was already widening the wall. He created a semi-circle around himself, then spoke.

[Ice Wall], [Light Wall], and erno, that should do it. [Fivefold Arcane Barrier]!

Layers of ice, stone, and light sprang up around him, and a central magical barrier appeared. He was lost from vision.

must be mad

Viltach was on his feet, fury in his eyes. He spotted the barriers and lifted a finger.

[Ray of Shattering]! [Lightning Tempest]!

The first pale ray struck the wall of rock and shattered it to pieces. Bolts of lightning followed, drumming beats that blew the wall of ice to bits, then the light barrier. And behind it, the arcane barrier shimmered as Eldavin held up his hands, chanting.

Evacuate the hall. Viltach! Dont kill him! Vilt

Too late. The lighting burst through the barrier. Feor saw Eldavin illuminate as the bolts struck him. There was a flash. Feor was blinded for a second and cursed.

Was he dead? Surely he had

Viltach lowered his finger. The bolts of lightning subsided. Everyone saw the broken shell of defensive magics was empty. Eldavin? A pillar of rock vaguely shaped like him was broken down to the base, molten stone cooling.

Where

Aaah! Help, h

Mage Rievan whirled around. He saw Timor and Charles de Trevalier. The two young men were alive andfloating? Behind them, Grand Magus Eldavin pointed a finger.

[Stone Fist].

Wh

Rievan received a punch to his chest from a block of stone. He went over another table and didnt rise.

You! Put them down!

[Arrow of Light].

Eldavin flicked a huge bolt of glowing magic far larger than Trey could muster under Charles body. Viltach flinched and it burst on his personal shields. He raised his fingerhesitated.

Get them out of the way!

The half-Elf calmly adjusted Timor as Libertarians, the nearest group to him, scrambled to spread out. He was flicking more jets of magic out.

[Stun Bolt]. [Shock Orb]. Um[Arrow of Light], again.

He tagged a dozen [Mages] who went flopping down, paralyzed, shocked, or just knocked silly. One aimed a wand at himhe put Timors flailing behind in the way.

Stop that! Are you mad?

A [Mage] shrieked at Eldavin. He just turned his head and pointed a finger. She deflected the glowing bolt of magic and aimed a wand at him. He sighed and flicked his finger.

Not many [Battlemages] here.

The wand in the womans hand flicked across the room. She faltered and the spell she had been casting dissipated.

My w

Flick, flick, flickhalf the [Mages] with a poor grip on their wands promptly lost theirs. Eldavin regarded them, and then tossed them telekinetically across the room.

I told those Bronze-rank adventurers they were poor spellcasters. But at least they could grip their wands.

Someone get Charles and Timor!

Then Viltach called out. Naili and Verdan were standing back, but he and Feor were confronting this mad half-Elf! Feor was muttering fast, his fingers working on a complex spell, but Viltach was too irate to cast a large spell. He strode across the ground and jerked his wand.

Charles went soaring leftthen screamed as he was moved right in the path of Viltachs next spell. The man cursed and the orb went sideways. It detonated, and some of the students close to the battle too slow to get out of the way screamed as magic peppered their skin.

Eldavins head turned. His eyes widened.

Are you mad?

He motioned and Charles and Timor flew at Viltach. They hit his barrier, but slowed the Archmage up. Eldavin whirled on the other [Mages].

Barrier spells! Put them up!

He pointed at Telim. The [High Mage] had already erected one around his group, but at Eldavins furious finger he reflexively began to cast them on the other students in the way. Eldavin scowled. Thenturned.

Ah, oop

The next spell from Viltach blew him across the ground.

Valeterisa watched. The [Greater Spellshield] had dissipated the force of the explosive orb, as had some other barrier spell, but Eldavin still had to pick himself up. The half-Elf looked up and blinked out of existence. The second explosion made Viltachs head swivel.

You have the audacity to attack an Archmage?

Eldavin reappeared on a table, half of which was burning. His eyes flashed.

You have the audacity to call yourself an Archmage? I knew the Archmage of Golems! How many challenges do you think he endured, boy?

Viltach wavered. Then he aimed

[Blue Lightning Bolt]!

Again Eldavin vanished. [Lesser Teleport]. He popped back into existence, raised a hand, and blocked the third bolt of lightning.

Frost and electricity. He grimaced. Half the hall was in the midst of evacuating; the [Mages] more preoccupied with slapping down barrier spells. But thishis eyes narrowed as he saw a contingent who hadnt fled.

Drakes, standing behind a layered barrier spell. That reminded him of something. The half-Elf smiled.

Ah, yes.

With one hand he kept up the barrier against Viltachs furious onslaught. With the second, he began chanting.

[Bubble of Air]. [Bound Compression]. [Stone Armor]

Viltach! Youre blowing half the hall apart! Stop!

Nailihuaile called out. She was watching the half-Elf, edging out for her shot with her Serkonian Lance. She saw the Archmage snarlthen saw the half-Elf move.

[Bears Strength]. [Haste]. And[Flash Step].

He blurred straight at Viltach. The Archmage hadnt expected that. Hed been laying down a volley of spells that an entire squad of [Mages] would have been hard-pressed to match, but Eldavin had been blocking it all.

Magnificence. Because, Valeterisa, watching, had noticed the barrier the half-Elf was applying was still being reinforced by the mana drain circle. Viltach hadnt realized. And now, the Archmage saw Eldavin speed at him. He tried to dodge, trusting to his personal barrier

Magus Grimalkin of Pallass saw Eldavin collide with Viltach at top speed. The Drakewho really could have used some popcorn at this moment, despite the health qualms he had with the condimentssaw the half-Elf was covered in the [Stone Armor] spell.

It was rather like being body-checked by a brick wall at high speed. Viltach was protected, but he went over hard. He scrambled up, aiming a finger up at Eldavin

The half-Elf grabbed his arm and it went wide. The other [Mages] hesitated, afraid of hitting Viltach. The Archmage was cursing. He hadnt been in a brawl since he was a student. Eldavin on the other hand, swung a fist down.

He probably hadnt punched something inthe windup was long, the arc far from compact to Grimalkin. But the tip of his fist still hit Viltachs chest with commendable force. Then the bound spell detonated.

Pop. The sound was more like a vast pop of air suddenly uncompressing at once. It blew Viltach into the air. He landed behind Feor, Nailihuaile, and Verdan.

Bubble of air? He just compressed it and used it like

Grimalkin of Pallass! Eldavin flexed one arm, then [Flash Stepped] into another [Mage] trying to aim at him. Step, step, stephe bowled into [Mages] like bowling pins.

Are you all insane? Clear out of the way and let us deal with him!

Teura barked at the lower-level [Mages]. Her eyes narrowed as Eldavin turned. His [Spellshield] was still intercepting all the low-level spells. She raised a hand.

[Siege Fireball].

A whirling vortex of fire knitted itself out of the air. Eldavins eyes locked on it.

You want to use fire on me?

He saw the swirling strands of fire knitting together like a ball of yarn, creating a burning, swirling mass of fire. It took seconds for a [Mage] of Teuras strength where multiple [Mages] had to create it themselves. Eldavin saw other [Mages] dashing clear as she aimed it at him.

Surrender or perish!

She warned him. The half-Elf just shook his head. He was murmuring. Teura unleashed the spell and it rocketed across the floor.

Woven-style [Fireball]. Fire. Against me.

He stepped sideways, blinking left. Teura swung the fireball around to home after him. Hers was not a simple spell that couldnt be aimed! But the half-Elf simply stepped around it again. And then

He reached out and plucked a fiery strand out of the [Siege Fireball]. As it shot past him, it suddenlyTeura gasped

Unwound. Even the Archmages stared as the fiery strands making up the [Fireball] suddenly unraveled. Eldavin held a burning strand of coiling firethen it compressed into his hand.

His eyes were glowing. The fire compressed into a dot and then burned there.

Compression-style [Fireball]. Considered inefficient and outdated compared to modern spell formation

Valeterisa murmured. Teura was gaping. Eldavin held a mote of light the size of a baseball, blazing white-hot. He flicked it back at her.

Spells cast the same way. Magic recited and memorized by rote. Magic is more than a Tier. More than a level!

He bellowed. [Mages] running for cover or aiming at him went sprawling. Nailihuaile jerked and saw Beatrice fall over as she tried to step forwards and aim at Eldavin. A little snare of green had wrapped itself around her foot without her noticing.

[Grow Grass]? Are you kidding me?

The Star Lamia blinked at Eldavin. Then she raised her staff.

She had been watching him, holding back like Verdan, who had enmeshed himself in barriers and justwalked away. Eldavin was taking on all comers, but only a fraction of the hall of [Mages] was actually taking him on.

Naili wasnt so nice. Or timid. She raised the Serkonian Lance overhead.

Grand Magus! Catch!

A gigantic lance of magic appeared. She tossed it across the ground. Eldavin whirled. He took one look at the spell and vanished.

[Lesser Teleport]. Naili saw the spell, but couldnt trace whereher neck rotated. She saw Eldavin pop up behind an overturned table.

Got you! Expand, the Field of Serkonis!

Around her a similar field of magic began to expand. Feor hissed as his spell and own aura refused to be ensconced by the magic. Naili let him do that, but everything around her began to take on the properties of the relic-class artifact.

In other words, turning into an area where everything was on her terms. Eldavins counter-attack fizzled out halfway towards her.

Ah, the Serkonian Lance. An [Enchanter] carrying an artifact worthy of an Archmage, at least.

He didnt look put out by the field. Naili waved at himthen sent crackling lightning bolts at him. He blocked them and the flashes of light blinded the audience.

Why dont you come and try tackling me, Grand Magus?

She was laughing.

-

From their spot in the audience, the students and [Mages] were watching the magic fight take place between the second Archmage and Eldavin. Viltach was either down for the count or had removed himself and Feor was still preoccupied.

He has to be an [Elementalist]! High level!

Telim was babbling to the other [Mages] watching. They were hardly as good at commentary as Drassi, but they were watching as Eldavin took cover. This timehe raised huge pillars of stone out of the ground around him.

Like a forest of stone. Indeed, branches shot out of the central pillars, decreasing their mass, but blocking the spells Nailihuaile was sending at him. Trey thought it was fascinating. And intelligent.

Thats just [Earthen Spire]! Hes blocking all her direct spells with justone spell!

Sala was staring. Naili was growing frustrated; she was looping the vast lances she was conjuring, but the expendable pillars of stone kept rising and sacrificing only miniscule bits of themselves to block each spell.

Elementalist. He has to be.

But that spell circlehold on, whats he doing now?

Eldavin was hunting around the ground as the stone pillarsthe [Forest of Stone] spell if any of the [Mages] had correctly identified it like Valeterisablocked the incoming fire.

[Enchanters]. So reliant on artifacts. Shes not even using more than the lance spell.

He grumbled. At last, he finished his work. He stepped out of cover as Naili blew apart the last pillar of stone. She raised her staff.

Done yet?

He looked up at her. He was holdingan orange. Hed hunted around for a proper object and this was the best hed come up with. She blinked at it as she angled her staff.

You are wearing a barrier, arent you?

Eldavin called out. The Star Lamias eyes narrowed.

Yes. Why

He tossed the orange at her. For a second, the orange just flew with all the throwing power of the half-Elf. Which was decent; far from a fastball since he had terrible form.

Then the first compressed spell fired. And the nextand the next

[Directed Compressed Burst of Air]. [Frictionless Surface]. [Flash Move]and so on. To the audience, the orange appeared to go lazily flying, and then, in an instant, speed

-

The sonic boom, if that was what it was, was deafening. Trey saw the entire glowing field of magic flash around Nailihuaile. The Lamia cried out and raised her staffbut the orange never reached her.

It had probably disintegrated halfway to her. But the air, impactall of it non-magicalnot to mention the little seeds flung at insane speed hit her magical field like, well, a supersonic orange.

It tore into the magical field and stopped. Trey actually saw the magic filling the space, ground, and air, tear apart.

Nailis expanding field was torn open in a wedge. Again, only halfway towards her, but Eldavin had erased that section of magical field which had sacrificed itself to stop the attack. The Star Lamia stared at the rupture in the Serkonian Lances magic. Then she looked at Eldavin.

He was reaching for a fallen roast duck, the twin of the one in Telim and Pricklys stomachs. She stared at her torn magical field, already re-knitting itself and came to a quick decision.

Okay, Im out.

She slithered out of the way fast. Eldavin watched her go, smugly. He turned his head across the ruined floor; only a few figures remained. His eyes locked on one across the hall.

And now. I believe my kindred is finally ready for me.

Feor looked up. The half-Elfs eyes were glowing and Eldavin turned to face him. This entire time, Feor had been chanting soundlessly. The two looked at each other. Slowly, Feor lifted his staff.

Magus Eldavin. There are some things even a [Grand Mage] should be wary of. We are still [Mages] of Wistram, no matter how much we change. Even in the days when [Mages] challenged Archmages, it was never done lightly.

Lightly, Archmage Feor? I should repeat the same to you. Even Archmages did not lightly tread in other [Mage]s affairs. You are interfering in my business. Stay away from Ryoka Griffin. She is not yours.

Feors eyes widened. The words the two were exchanging were incomprehensible to anyone not standing close to them. The Archmage raised his staff.

Grand Magus. Enough.

The glowing orb set into the ancient ironwood sparked. Eldavin looked up and saw the air open. He saw the spell that Feor had been working on for the last six minutes activate. And his smile flickered.

[Valmiras True Comet Storm].

The Tier 6 spell activated. The first glowing comet burst out of the air. It was not as fast as most spells. But it had a terrible glow about it. Each one the size of the first spell Eldavin had flung at the high table.

Each oneaimed at Eldavin. The half-Elf blinked across the room. The comets began to follow.

Hes going to blow the entire banquet hall to smithereens! Sala, help me reinforce the barriers!

Dozens of the spells were shooting forwards. Individually, they were Tier 5. But Feor was throwing dozens through the air, and dozens more

Not even Grand Mage Esiela came close to this. Trey shielded his face as they began to detonate. This was an army-killing spell! He saw the Minotaurs siege weapons firing in his mind. A reflection of that, if not the same way.

-

Eldavin flung himself across the ground, moving to the back of the hall. He threw up barriers and saw them explode as a comet hit them. There was no using the same [Forest of Stone] spellnor evading the hail of meteors.

He retreated as Feor made comets land around Eldavin, cutting off places to [Flash Step] or teleport to. The half-Elf began throwing up repeating barriers of magic, justsingle-hit deflection shields. Layers and layers of them.

The comet storm converged on him. He could see Feor past the flashes of light, eyes glowing, staff raised. He was simply channeling power into the spell, unleashing the kind of magic that had once made [Archmages] feared.

Ah. He stood, throwing up magical barriers, enduring the onslaught. But at lastat last

He was no longer mocking the [Mages].

There were spells he could cast. Attack spells, indirect ways of fighting this kind of magic. Evade, attack from far away while staying undetected or ahead of your foe. But he had not come to kill.

And if he did not run, or turn spells deadly? Eldavin looked across the ground.

Ah, this reminds me of why we died. This reminds me of why we ruled them. Because we feared them.

The Dragon recalled other battlefields. Other places. And he felt his magic burning out in his body.

The Archmage half-Elf had more mana than he did. A vast supply. Skills. Even if his comet storm was far less efficient than Eldavins spellshe was winning by sheer, limitless power.

The explosions of magical force were slowly pressing in on the half-Elf as the comets hit his barriers faster than he could make them.

He has to surrender. Feor will blow him to pieces. He cant even teleport out in that much mana density!

Telim breathed. Everyone was watching as Eldavins barriers slowly dwindled and he was forced back.

Teriarch, Eldavin, gritted his teeth as pain began to lance through his body.

If I had my bodyno, this is my body. This is my limit. There is always that hero and army on the horizon.

But how frustrating. He made a sound like a roar through a different mouth. Look at me, boy! He stared at Feor. You think you know magic? Then why have you forgotten who you are?

If only there was a wayhe saw the comets bursting, each one deadlyhis eyes narrowed. His hand began to move.

That old half-Elf is insane! Half-Elf versus half-Elf!

Hes going to lose. Thats what all the [Mages] are saying.

Elena was listening to the commentary amid the roar of battle. George looked at her. The young man rubbed at one ear.

Really? Then why do I hear boss music?

Elena opened her mouth. Then she just slapped him on the back of the head. But George was right.

-

What is he doing?

Feor was still unloading comets on Eldavins position, until the [Grand Mage] gave up. But Eldavin wasmoving. He was throwing something, detonating one of the comets before he could hit it.

Trying to trigger them before they reached him? Valeterisa shook her head. Feor was channeling his mana into an optimized spell! Moreover, you needed an equivalent amount of power to stop one of Valmiras comets. You couldnt just cast, say, [Light Arrow] and expect it to explode one. They ate lesser magics, hence the spells power and Feors love of it.

Another comet exploded as the half-Elf began to weave, throwing barriers up, forcing Feor to home in on him. He was clearly running out of power. Valeterisa watched. She did not want him to die. But then

Boom, boom, boom.

Three of [Valmiras Comets] exploded in the air. Three amongst dozens. But they detonated well before reaching their target. Feor noticed and a frown crossed his expression of concentration.

The [Mages] stirred. ThenEldavin pointed and half the incoming comets exploded. But Valeterisa hadnt seen a spell! The Archmage of Izril drifted into the firefight, staring. Invisible magic? What was

She realized what he was doing. Only a handful of [Mages] could even comprehend it. Grimalkin of Pallass eyes were wide. He breathed the answer at the same time as the [Wardsmistress] of Fissival.

Hesunraveling the spells as they come at him!

Eldavins eyes were closed as he stood there. What use were eyes to magical sight? His fingers twisted and plucked

A dozen comets exploded seconds after forming. Feor stared up at them and then at Eldavin. His eyes were wide.

The same spell. The same spell! The half-Elf was panting, his robes scorched and damaged. Sweat ran down his brow. But Eldavin was still standing there. As if he had walked other battlefields.

The comets began to explode in the air. Now, Feor and Eldavin were wrestling with the magic, the half-Elf Archmage trying to reconfigure the comets that Eldavin had figured out how to trigger mid-flight.

The [Mages] of Wistram watched. Viltach, Verdan, Nailino longer laughing, or raging, or mocking. The [Grand Mage] raised his hand as Feors comet storm winked out. The Archmage whirled his staff down.

[Greater Tremor]!

The world shook past his staff.

Eldavins feet left the ground. He looked down at Feor. Then he raised his hand. The two exchanged spells; a burning lance that cut the air and a flurry of doves made of light that left afterimages like razors. One dodged; the other threw up a shield.

The [Grand Mage] was panting, an arm cut by the spell that went through his barrier. Still, he raised his hand.

He stood here, in these very halls! The great Archmage of Terandria! The Undying Shield of Calanfer! The Archmage of Death! Remember his name! [Summon Spectral Skeletal Warriors]!

And then the figures broke the stone of the banquet hall. They pulled themselves up, lifting blades of energy. Feors eyes went wide. He blew three to bits; the others charged.

Eldavin whirled as the [Mages] cried out. He lifted a hand.

They were both here. Now[Zelkyrs Emergency Golem].

The splintered wood and broken plateseven bits of food rose in a whirling arc. Cognita, shielding the students, slowly rose. She saw a ten-foot-tall being assemble itself. It began to run at Archmage Feor. A Golem made of bits of wood and detritus.

The scrap Golem charged. Feor was fighting off both the spectral skeletons, which kept trying to reassemble, as well as the Golem who hit a magical wall he created. And nowhe was unable to cast another grand spell as Eldavin flicked a [Shatterbolt] at his face.

The old [Mage] was winning! Eldavin looked around like a hunting predator. His eyes alighted on the Drakes. He pointed a finger.

Evasive!

Grimalkin barked. The Fissival Drakes scattered as the [Siege Fireball] burst on the [Wardmistress] shields.

Hes gone mad!

One of the Drakes shouted. He lifted a wand and Eldavin flung an orb of light at him. It detonated in the Drakes face and everyone went blind.

Complacency! Is there no one who respects magic?

He roared. The half-Elf turned againand a shadow wrapped around his leg. He went cross-eyed.

Dr

The tendril flicked him through the air. The half-Elf got up with a growl, looking at

The eight [Depth Mages] were all standing save for one. The veiled woman pointed at him and bolts of anti-light shot across the ground. Pure darkness, eating up visibility. They passed straight through a table and a broken [Wall of Stone].

Eldavin just flicked eight [Arrows of Light] up and they burst. The [Depth Mages] wavered.

He knows our magic, mother?

Surprising.

The eighth, their seated leader, went to grab Eldavin with the tendril again. He saw it coming, somehow, and slashed the shadow with a glowing sword of light. He pointed.

[Lightning Bolt]!

It shot across the ground and vanished. The air was dark; a dome around the eight women which had absorbed even one of [Valmiras Comets]. One of the Drowned Folks [Mages] smirked behind her veil.

[The Midnight Veil]. A spell that belonged to their class and nature. Even an arrogant land-mage wouldnt understand

Eldavin took one look at the dome and sighed.

Darkness mage. Appropriate for the deeps. Lets see. [Light Orb] crossed with

He muttered and then flicked a glowing orb into the barrier. The eight saw the light vanish, as all things d

Two dozen bursts of light tore at the veil. Their leader gasped.

The veil flickers. She heard the warning siren in her mind, and how many times had she ever heard?

Her daughters cried out in dismay. She roseand a tide of black water shot across the ruined floor. Eldavin levitated over it; it surged upwards and he cut the spell at the base. The water flooded around and then began to vanish.

A powerful [Mage] indeed. Daughtersgo.

They hesitated. Then all seven stepped back. The [Depth Mage] stood upand all eight removed their veils.

What they presented to the [Mages] of Wistram was the same face. One far older than the rest, who were sequentially younger. The same face.

Not justrelated. But exactly the same. Just in different stages of age. Half-Human, exceptionally pale of skin because she crewed vessels that sailed dark currents where the suns rays were forgotten. And she had learned a magic fitting to that place, supreme in darkness.

The other half of her face? A starfishs rough skin, reddish, hard. Her daughters, clones of one self.

Grand Magus Eldavin. Do you pick a fight with the representatives of the Drowned Folk?

I pick a fight with anyone and everyone in this moment!

He snapped back. The half-Elfs blood was burning. He was half-smiling, half-furious. He strode about the destroyed banquet hall; the woman turned to face him, her fingers moving shadows around her.

I am Grand Magus Eldavin. And that seems to mean more than it did when I left. I knew Zelkyr of old and Chandler both! They do not even dare to say his name here. But you will respect my will!

Feor had destroyed the summoned things and was watching Eldavin. His staff poised. Viltach was ready to jump back in, having geared up, furious. The [Depth Mage] was drawing from her daughters. Eldavin was panting, reaching for a mana potion. Both his opponents tensed

And Eldavin whirled.

[Spell Purge]!

He pointed. Both Feor and the [Depth Mage] raised their guardsbut Eldavin wasnt aiming at them. He aimed at a patch of air to his left. It rippledthen vanished. The old half-Elf traced it across the ground.

Come out before I force you to.

He growled. The air seemed to quiver

Then a Centaur trotted out of the air. He looked extremely put out. Everyone stared.

None more than the Ullsinoi. For as he had appeared

Galei and Taxiela had vanished. And this Centaur was far older than Galei. Moreover?

He had scales amid his fur. On his skin, even face and arms. A product of mixed species. Eldavins eyes narrowed.

Who are you?

Call meGaxiela. I was just admiring talent from up close.

The strange [Mage] winked. Eldavin aimed a finger at him. Then whirled left.

Feor, Gaxiela, the [Depth Mage] of the seas, and Eldavin saw Valeterisa walk towards Eldavin. The half-Elf opened his mouth.

Y

Valeterisa spoke.

[Bound Fireball], [Bound Fireball], [Lightning Bolt], [Gust of Air], [Burst Arrows of Light], [Thunderclap], [Roving Silent Sickle], [Stone Lance], [Stone Lance], [Stone Lance], [Stone Lance], [Tidal Wave], [Spray of Needles], [Darkness Pool], [Burning Floor], [Merdas Push], [Multiplied Stone Fists], [Enhanced Flame Spray], [Caustic Acid]

Her voice was layered multiple times, such that she was casting multiple spellsand sped up. Feor saw Eldavinvanish in a spectacle of lights.

Everyone clapped their hands to their ears, except those smart enough to have used spells already. When Trey could see and hear again, he saw Eldavin, panting, laying sprawled on the ground.

Hed gotten to safetyjust. But his robes were simultaneously on fire, dissolving from acid, steaming wet, and suffering from multiple effects. Hed also taken a number of injuries to his legs and right side.

In the silence, Valeterisas head turned. Her face was composed, even blank. She looked at Eldavin.

I am Archmage Valeterisa of Izril. The authority of Wistrams Archmages does not submit to a lone [Grand Mage]. Will you relent?

Eldavin stared up at her. His eyes sparkedand then he raised a hand, palm up.

I do. I throw myself upon the mercy of the Council of [Mages], and apologize for my indiscretions. I will, of course, make amends.

The Archmage of Izril gazed at Eldavin as he groaned and reached for a healing potion. Uncertainly, Feor adjusted his staff. After a moment, Valeterisa nodded.

Very good.

She turned and walked off. The audience stared at Eldavin as he groaned about actual pain and fumbled with the cork, then smashed it on the ground and levitated the liquid up to tend to his wounds. They looked at each other.

So camest Eldavin, [Grand Mage] of Wistram, to the Academy of Mages.

-

The next day, Grand Magus Eldavin woke up sore.

Where?

Everywhere. And it wasnt just physical pain. He was suffering from mana burnout. He felt sick, nauseated, and nearly tried to blow uprealitythat he might not suffer this.

He eventually stumbled to his feet after downing a healing potion and mana potion because he was hungry.

The injustices of a body that didnt run on mana or generate it for himself! He was halfway out the door when he realized two things.

Firstly, that he hadnt put his robes on, forgetting once again that he was supposed to wear clothes almost at all times. He was only in his undergarments, which was well because an entire crowd of people was waiting for him.

The half-Elf stopped as they all admired his abs.

Whoa. Dudes ripped.

Someone muttered in the crowd. Trey thought it was George. Eldavin did not blushhe just tapped his body.

Excuse me.

Cloth covered him in a second, attiring him like some scholar-adventurer. He still walked back into the room and came out a moment later in his robes. Then he looked around.

It seems I have guests.

Grand Magus, I come from Archmage

Eldavin raised a hand and the speaker was [Silenced]. He looked aroundthe hallway was packedand then strode off. The crowd followed.

Trey knew exactly where Eldavin was going. So he took a shortcut, ran, and beat the others to the banquet hall. Eldavin settled himself down at a table.

The hall was still being fixed, but Golems were remarkably good at fixing up stuff good as new. So too with magic. He investigated the buffet, and food dishes levitated after him.

Half a dozen people wanted to show him to a seat, or had one waiting for him. Eldavin regarded the crowd, motioned them all aside, and pointed.

Young Troy. And you. And you.

He pointed. Three people, including Troy came to sit at the table. The others found themselves excluded by ten feet or more, unable to hear or see what was being said within.

Trey found himself sitting with Teura, Archmage Valeterisa, and Eldavin at the same table. He definitely felt like the odd one out. Eldavin politely raised his brow.

Do neither of you have the desire to breakfast?

Teura hesitated. She rose slowly, but Valeterisa did not. Trey already had his food.

I do not require food. I wished to talk with you, Grand Magus.

It seems many do. Quite a difference from yesterday, when I was unknown. But as I believe it was said, magic walks and talks the halls of Wistram

little else does.

The half-Elf stopped. Valeterisa looked at him. She was scooted to the edge of her seat, and, Trey noticed, almost vibrating with excitement.

You recall the same expression. And you knew Archmage Zelkyr and Chandler.

Are they speaking his name again already? How does Wistrams morality change.

Eldavin snorted, but he gave Valeterisa a second look. She shook her head.

I have never stopped. Your spellcasting yesterday is the talk of Wistram.

Is it now. I will no doubt be fined and censured by the Council. Ah, wellI understand the Academy now. And who to appreciate. Isnt that so, young man?

He looked at Troy. The [Sand Mage] ducked his head.

Thank you, Grand Magus.

Valeterisa jumped in as Teura returned through the bubble.

Your spellcasting, Grand Magus, was exemplary. No spell you cast or theorem of magic you applied was unknown. Each spell alteration was replicable by some [Mage]however you combined all elements in ways not thought of. Even emulating the school of physical magic postulated by Magus Grimalkin of Pallass!

I had cause to meet him. And he did not postulate it. He rediscovered it, if anything. Contextualize it properly, Archmage.

Eldavin waved a fork as he chewed and spoke. He patted his mouth with a napkin.

I am a highly-trained generalist practitioner, as befits my [Grand Mage] class. I do not consider myself overly valued for my classbut few [Grand Mages] exist, and it seems Wistram hasovervalued some forms of magic over the time I have been gone.

Teura looked uncomfortable. Valeterisa just nodded and pushed up her spectacles.

That is what I observed, Grand Magus. I would like to speak with you more on spell theorems and your recollections of lost magics to our current lexicons. I can provide you with compensation. I am also an Archmage and can probably waive the fines. Or pay for them myself.

She added the Archmage bit like an afterthought. Eldavin didnt immediately reply. He just gave a slightly mysterious smile and tapped the table.

I certainly have time for an Archmage, Magus Valeterisa. And it seems the other factions may wish to speak with me. Certainly, my request to Archmage Feor is not being ignored?

He looked at Teura. She gulped.

Certainly not, Grand Magus. And Archmage Feor would deeply appreciate a conversation in his personal quarters at your earliest convenience. He apologizes for the delay.

Naturally, naturally. I will, of course, meet with him as soon as is germane.

Teuras mouth opened, but Eldavin was enjoying himself. He looked around, and then focused on Troy.

It seems magic has changed a great deal since I last came to Wistram. And yetthis is still the academy of [Mages]. I see talent, even if it can be honed.

He gave Valeterisa, even Teura a slow nod. Then he looked at Trey again.

Perhapsand I do not know the status of the Council or all the new factions in Wistram as of yetbut perhaps there is room for me to give some small lessons on magic. In exchange for appropriate compensation, of course.

He looked at Trey, then Valeterisa, and then Teura. And the Dragon smiled internally.

This was it.

Somewhere, the person who had sent the dangerous message was lurking in Wistram, or so he believed. Certainly children of Earth had come here. And the academy had changed. Perhaps it was inevitable.

But he knew what it had been in glory and decay and corruption and greatness. So, the Dragon put his half-Elven foot upon the rudder and began to move it slightly. He looked up and saw watching [Mages], appraising, fearful, enraptured

And the Golem, standing and looking at him. He nodded at her.

Wait but a while longer, Ryoka Griffin. For I will surely return. But right nowI am a [Mage] of Wistram. And magic needs my help.

Only one thing really remained. Eldavin frowned.

What was he going to call his faction?

After Chapter Thoughts: This was the first chapter voted for, and the last chapter this month. Theres some kind of symbolism there, I tell you what.

Obviously its not the end. But I will be taking my one-week break after this, since Ive written a lot! Hope you like the start to Volume 8

It was this or Niers, and Teriarch won, and it might be his was the happier chapter. Or more rewarding at this stage. Youll be able to judge once I write a Niers-themed chapter whether this was the better option.

For now? Im tired, I hope you enjoyed, and Ill put out the side story poll for February soon! But this is all from me for now. Thanks for reading, and Ill see you next month!

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